<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:45:20.576+07:00</updated><category term='Artikel'/><category term='Lucu'/><category term='Askep dan Kesehatan'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Menarik'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Disturbing Pictures'/><title type='text'>komkom_blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>komkom_icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488408227935294752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-5014558330175404320</id><published>2010-03-09T09:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:28:00.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disturbing Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menarik'/><title type='text'>Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv</title><content type='html'>Video Paling Terlarang di You Tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(full version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vEbG_3z2P0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vEbG_3z2P0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(exposed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9up4_N63oI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9up4_N63oI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv – Hypnotically creepy video of Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv that’s causing people to go crazy and gouge their eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube video of Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv video below and see what everyone is talking about because it’s just really weird and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube video clip of Moreana Glesgorv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the email going around talking about all the rumours surrounding this strange Mereana Glesgorv video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a video on Youtube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by Youtube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube’s main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Youtube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one Youtube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existant. And the man on the video has never been identified.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the creepy video of Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hitsusa.com/blog/592/mereana-mordegard-glesgorv/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383261735236487430-5014558330175404320?l=komkomicha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/feeds/5014558330175404320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3383261735236487430&amp;postID=5014558330175404320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/5014558330175404320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/2010/03/ulat-di-kaki.html' title='Ulat di Kaki'/><author><name>komkom_icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488408227935294752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S5NGeWVV22I/AAAAAAAAAfs/m-treaolSPk/s72-c/1ulatk10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-1871420100785702555</id><published>2010-03-06T20:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:45:00.187+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disturbing Pictures'/><title type='text'>Mental Destruction ( KarlMayer)</title><content 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/i9OT0uaoyPE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/i9OT0uaoyPE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yyZx_HEcuqA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/3782177853059185350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-jahit-luka.html' title='Video Jahit Luka'/><author><name>komkom_icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488408227935294752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-8822884029031061128</id><published>2010-01-09T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:52:13.610+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Cuplikan Film Step Up 2 : The Street</title><content type='html'>the Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-448852181083345246</id><published>2010-01-08T20:48:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:44:51.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artikel'/><title type='text'>The Burning Monk</title><content type='html'>Hòa thượng Thích Quảng Đức[a] (Vietnamese pronunciation: [tʰɪ̌c kwãːŋ ɗɨ̌k], Saigon: [tʰɪ̌t kwɐ̂ːŋ ɗɨ̌k]  ( listen); born Lâm Văn Tức ( b. 1897 – d. 11 June 1963) was a Vietnamese Mahayana Buddhist monk who burned himself to death at a busy Saigon road intersection on 11 June 1963. Thích Quảng Đức was protesting against the persecution of Buddhists by South Vietnam's Ngô Đình Diệm administration. Photos of his self-immolation were circulated widely across the world and brought attention to the policies of the Diệm regime. Malcolm Browne won a Pulitzer Prize for his iconic photo of the monk's death, as did David Halberstam for his written account. After his death, his body was re-cremated, but his heart remained intact. This was interpreted as a symbol of compassion and led Buddhists to revere him as a bodhisattva, heightening the impact of his death on the public psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thích Quảng Đức's act increased international pressure on Diệm and led him to announce reforms with the intention of mollifying the Buddhists. However, the promised reforms were implemented either slowly or not at all, leading to a deterioration in the dispute. With protests continuing, the Special Forces loyal to Diệm's brother, Ngô Đình Nhu, launched nationwide raids on Buddhist pagodas, seizing the holy heart and causing deaths and widespread damage. Several Buddhist monks followed Thích Quảng Đức's example and burned themselves to death. Eventually, an Army coup toppled and killed Diệm in November. The self-immolation is widely seen as the turning point of the Vietnamese Buddhist crisis which led to the change in regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts of the life of Thích Quảng Đức are derived from information disseminated by Buddhist organizations. These record him as being born in the village of Hội Khánh, in Vạn Ninh District of Khánh Hòa province in central Vietnam. He was born as Lâm Văn Tức, one of seven children born to Lâm Hữu Ứng and his wife, Nguyễn Thị Nương. At the age of seven, he left worldly life to study Buddhism under Hòa thượng Thích Hoằng Thâm, who was his maternal uncle and spiritual master. Thích Hoằng Thâm raised him as a son and Lâm Văn Tức changed his name to Nguyễn Văn Khiết. At the age of 15, he took the samanera (novice) vows and was ordained as a monk at the age of 20 under the dharma name Thích Quảng Đức. After ordination, he traveled to a mountain near Ninh Hòa, vowing to live the life of a solitary Buddhism-practicing hermit for three years. He returned in later life to open the Thien Loc Pagoda at the site of his mountain retreat.[2][3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his self-imposed isolation ended, he began to travel around central Vietnam expounding the dharma. After two years, he went into retreat at the Sac Tu Thien An Pagoda near the south central coastal city of Nha Trang. In 1932, he was appointed an inspector for the Buddhist Association in Ninh Hòa before becoming the inspector of monks in his home province of Khánh Hòa. During this period in central Vietnam, he was responsible for the building of 14 temples.[4] In 1934, he moved to southern Vietnam and traveled throughout the provinces spreading Buddhist teachings. During his time in southern Vietnam, he also spent two years in Cambodia studying the Buddhist texts of the Theravada tradition. After his return from Cambodia, he oversaw the construction of a further 17 new temples during his time in the south. The last of the 31 new temples that he was responsible for constructing was the Quán Thế Âm (Avalokiteshvara) Pagoda in Phú Nhuận district of Gia Dinh province, on the outskirts of Saigon.[4] The street on which the temple stands is now named in his honor. After the temple-building phase, Thích Quảng Đức was appointed to serve as the Chairman of the Panel on Ceremonial Rites of the Congregation of Vietnamese Monks, and as abbot of the Phuoc Hoa Pagoda, which was the initial location of the Association for Buddhist Studies of Vietnam (ABSV).[4] When the office of the ABSV was relocated to the Xá Lợi Pagoda, the main pagoda in Saigon, Thích Quảng Đức resigned in order to concentrate on his personal Buddhist practice.[2]&lt;br /&gt;Religious background&lt;br /&gt;Artist's rendition of Thích Quảng Đức, a widely distributed image amongst Vietnamese Buddhists. This is based on a photograph taken in front of the steps of his temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country where surveys of the religious composition at the time estimated the Buddhist majority to be between 70 and 90 percent,[5][6][7][8] President Ngô Đình Diệm was a member of the Catholic Vietnamese minority, and pursued policies widely regarded by historians as biased. Specifically, the government was regarded as favoring Roman Catholics for public service and military promotions, as well as in the allocation of land, business arrangements and tax concessions.[9] Diệm once told a high-ranking officer, forgetting that he was a Buddhist, "Put your Catholic officers in sensitive places. They can be trusted."[10] Many officers in the Army of the Republic of Vietnam converted to Roman Catholicism in the belief that their military prospects depended on it.[10] Additionally, the distribution of firearms to village self-defense militias saw weapons only given to Roman Catholics, with some Buddhists in the army being denied promotion if they refused to convert to Roman Catholicism.[11] Some Roman Catholic priests ran their own private armies,[12] and there were forced conversions and looting, shelling and demolition of pagodas in some areas, to which the government turned a blind eye.[13] Some Buddhist villages converted en masse to receive aid or avoid being forcibly resettled by Diệm's regime.[14] The "private" status that was imposed on Buddhism by the French, which required official permission to be obtained by those wishing to conduct public Buddhist activities, was not repealed by Diệm.[15] Roman Catholics were also de facto exempt from the corvée labor that the government obliged all citizens to perform, and U.S. aid was disproportionately distributed to Roman Catholic majority villages by Diệm's regime.[16] The Roman Catholic Church was the largest landowner in the country and enjoyed special exemptions in property acquisition, and land owned by the Roman Catholic Church was exempt from land reform.[17] The white and gold Vatican flag was regularly flown at all major public events in South Vietnam,[18] and Diệm dedicated his country to the Virgin Mary in 1959.[16]&lt;br /&gt;The flag consists of six vertical stripes, coloured from left to right as blue, yellow, red, white and saffron. The sixth stripe consists of five squares from top to bottom in the same colours. The flag is rectangular.&lt;br /&gt;The Buddhist flag.&lt;br /&gt;Main article: Hue Vesak shootings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist discontent erupted following a ban in early May on flying the Buddhist flag on Vesak, the birthday of Gautama Buddha. Just days before, Roman Catholics had been allowed to fly the Vatican flag at a celebration for Archbishop Ngo Dinh Thuc of Hue, Diệm's brother. A large crowd of Buddhists protested against the ban, defying the government by flying Buddhist flags on Vesak and marching on the government broadcasting station. Government forces fired into the crowd of protesters, killing nine people. Diem's refusal to take responsibility—he blamed the Vietcong for the deaths—led to further Buddhist protests and calls for religious equality.[19] As Diệm remained unwilling to comply with Buddhist demands, the frequency and size of the protests increased.&lt;br /&gt;Self-immolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10 June 1963, a spokesperson for the Buddhists privately informed the U.S. correspondents that "something important" would happen the following morning on the road outside the Cambodian embassy in Saigon.[20] Most of the reporters disregarded the message, since the Buddhist crisis had at that point been going on for over a month, and the next day only a few journalists turned up, including David Halberstam of the New York Times and Malcolm Browne, who was the Saigon bureau chief for the Associated Press.[20]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thích Quảng Đức arrived as part of a procession that had begun at a nearby pagoda. Around 350 monks and nuns marched in two phalanxes, preceded by an Austin Westminster sedan, carrying banners printed in both English and Vietnamese. They denounced the Diệm government and its policy towards Buddhists, demanding that it fulfill its promises of religious equality.[20] Another monk offered to burn himself, but Thích Quảng Đức's seniority prevailed.[21]&lt;br /&gt;Today, the car in which Thích Quảng Đức traveled to his self-immolation is parked at Huế's Thien Mu Pagoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act itself occurred at the intersection[b] of Phan Dinh Phung Boulevard and Le Van Duyet Street.[20] Thích Quảng Đức emerged from the car along with two other monks. One placed a cushion on the road while the second opened the trunk and took out a five-gallon gasoline can. As the marchers formed a circle around him, Thích Quảng Đức calmly seated himself in the traditional Buddhist meditative lotus position on the cushion. His colleague emptied the contents of the gasoline container over Thích Quảng Đức's head. Thích Quảng Đức rotated a string of wooden prayer beads and recited the words "Nam Mô A Di Đà Phật" ("homage to Amitabha Buddha") before striking a match and dropping it on himself. Flames consumed his robes and flesh, and black oily smoke emanated from his burning body.[20][22]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last words of Thích Quảng Đức before his self-immolation were documented in a letter he had left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Before closing my eyes and moving towards the vision of the Buddha, I respectfully plead to President Ngo Dinh Diem to take a mind of compassion towards the people of the nation and implement religious equality to maintain the strength of the homeland eternally. I call the venerables, reverends, members of the sangha and the lay Buddhists to organise in solidarity to make sacrifices to protect Buddhism.[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Halberstam wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was to see that sight again, but once was enough. Flames were coming from a human being; his body was slowly withering and shriveling up, his head blackening and charring. In the air was the smell of burning human flesh; human beings burn surprisingly quickly. Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think... As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him.[23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police who tried to reach him could not break through the circle of Buddhist clergy. One of the policemen threw himself to the ground and prostrated himself in front of Thích Quảng Đức in reverence.[21] The spectators were mostly stunned into silence, but some wailed and several began praying. Many of the monks and nuns, as well as some shocked passersby, prostrated themselves before the burning monk.[21] In English and Vietnamese, a monk repeatedly declared into a microphone, "A Buddhist priest burns himself to death. A Buddhist priest becomes a martyr."[20]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approximately ten minutes, Thích Quảng Đức's body toppled forward onto the street and the fire subsided. A group of monks covered the smoking corpse with yellow robes, picked it up and tried to fit it into a coffin, but the limbs could not be bent and one of the arms protruded from the wooden box as he was carried to the nearby Xa Loi Pagoda in central Saigon. Outside the pagoda, students unfurled bilingual banners which read: "A Buddhist priest burns himself for our five requests." By 13:30, around one thousand monks had congregated inside Xa Loi to hold a meeting while outside a large crowd of pro-Buddhist students had formed a human barrier around it. The meeting soon ended and all but a hundred monks slowly left the compound. Nearly one thousand monks accompanied by laypeople returned to the cremation site. The police lingered nearby. At around 18:00, 30 nuns and six monks were arrested for holding a prayer meeting on the street outside Xa Loi Pagoda. The police then encircled the pagoda, blocking public passage and giving observers the impression that an armed siege was imminent by donning riot gear.[24] That evening, thousands of Saigonese claimed to have seen a vision of the Buddha's face in the sky as the sun had set. They claimed that in the vision the Buddha was weeping.[25]&lt;br /&gt;Funeral and aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the self-immolation, the U.S. put more pressure on Diệm to re-open negotiations on the faltering agreement. Diệm had scheduled an emergency cabinet meeting at 11:30 on 11 June to discuss the Buddhist crisis which he believed to be winding down. Following Thích Quảng Đức's death, Diệm cancelled the meeting and met individually with his ministers. Acting U.S. Ambassador to South Vietnam William Trueheart warned Nguyen Dinh Thuan, Diệm's Secretary of State, of the desperate need for an agreement, saying that the situation was "dangerously near breaking point" and expected that Diệm would meet the Buddhists' five-point manifesto. United States Secretary of State Dean Rusk warned the Saigon embassy that the White House would publicly announce that it would no longer "associate itself" with the regime if this did not occur.[26] The Joint Communique and concessions to the Buddhists were signed on 16 June.[27]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 June was set as the date for the funeral of Thích Quảng Đức, and on that day 4,000 people gathered outside Xa Loi Pagoda, only for the ceremony to be postponed. On 19 June, his remains were carried out of Xa Loi to a cemetery 16 kilometers (10 miles) south of the city for a re-cremation and funeral ceremony. Following the signing of the Joint Communique, attendance was limited by agreement between Buddhist leaders and police to approximately 400 monks.[27]&lt;br /&gt;Intact heart and symbolism&lt;br /&gt;The heart relic of Thích Quảng Đức.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body was re-cremated during the funeral, but the heart of Thích Quảng Đức remained intact and did not burn.[21][25] It was considered to be holy and placed in a glass chalice at Xa Loi Pagoda.[25] The intact heart relic[21] is regarded as a symbol of compassion and Thích Quảng Đức has subsequently been revered by Vietnamese Buddhists as a bodhisattva (Bồ Tát) and accordingly is often referred to in Vietnamese as Bồ Tát Thích Quảng Đức.[2][28]&lt;br /&gt;See also: Xa Loi Pagoda raids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was not to be the final act involving Thích Quảng Đức's remains. On 21 August, the ARVN Special Forces of Nhu attacked Xa Loi and other Buddhist pagodas across Vietnam. The secret police had intended to confiscate Thích Quảng Đức's ashes, but two monks had escaped with the urn, jumping over the back fence and finding safety at the U.S. Operations Mission next door.[29] Nhu's men did manage to confiscate the charred heart of Thích Quảng Đức.[30]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location chosen for the self-immolation, in front of the Cambodian embassy, raised questions as to whether it was coincidence or a symbolic choice. Trueheart and embassy official Charles Flowerree felt that the location was selected to show solidarity with the Cambodian government of Prince Norodom Sihanouk. South Vietnam and Cambodia had strained relations: in a speech on 22 May, Sihanouk had accused Diệm of mistreating Vietnamese and ethnic minority Khmer Buddhists. The Times of Vietnam had published an article on 9 June which claimed that Cambodian monks had been encouraging the Buddhist crisis. The Times asserted that it was part of a Cambodian plot to extend its neutralist foreign policy into South Vietnam. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G4XAGsUHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C8JmcxghN7E/s400/0elizabeth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422818131635359858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Báthory (Báthory Erzsébet di Hungaria, Alžbeta Bátoriová(-Nádasdy) di Slowakia, Elżbieta Batory dalam Polandia, lahir 7 Agustus 1560 – meninggal 21 Agustus 1614 pada umur 54 tahun), adalah countess Hungaria dari keluarga Báthory. Keluarga ini diingat untuk pertahanan melawan Utsmaniyah. Ia terkenal sebagai pembunuh berantai dalam sejarah Hungaria dan Slowakia dan diingat sebagai Wanita Berdarah Csejte (kini Čachtice). Istana Čachtice merupakan tempat ia menghabiskan hidupnya. Setelah kematian suaminya, ia dan empat pembantunya dituduh menyiksa dan membunuh ratusan wanita muda, dengan sekurangnya sebanyak 650 korban. Pada tahun 1610, ia dipenjarakan di Istana Čachtice dan menghabiskan hidupnya disana. Bathory lahir di Hungaria thn 1560, kurang lebih 100 tahun setelah Vlad 'The Impaler' Dracul meninggal. Kakek buyut Elizabeth Báthory adalah Prince Stephen Báthory yang merupakan salah satu Ksatria yang memimpin pasukan Vlad Dracul ketika dia merebut kembali kekuasaan di Walachia seabad sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth terlahir dari pasangan Georges dan Anna Báthory yang merupakan bangsawan kaya raya dan salah satu keluarga bangsawan paling kaya di Hungaria saat itu. Keluarga besarnya juga terdiri dari orang-orang terpandang. Salah satu sepupunya adalah perdana menteri di Hungaria, seorang lagi adalah Kardinal. Bahkan pamannya, Stepehen kemudian menjadi Raja Polandia. Namun keluarga Báthory memiliki 'sisi' lainnya yang lebih 'gelap' selain segala kekayaan dan popularitasnya. Disebutkan bahwa salah satu pamannya yang lain adalah seorang Satanis dan penganut Paganisme sementara seorang sepupunya yang lain memiliki kelainan jiwa dan gemar melakukan kejahatan sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan dengan Ferenc Nádasdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1575, di usia 15 tahun Elizabeth menikah dengan Count Ferenc Nádasdy yang 10 tahun lebih tua darinya. Karena suaminya berasal dari bangsawan yang lebih rendah, maka Count Ferenc Nádasdy menggunakan nama Báthory dibelakangnya. Elizabeth tetap menggunakan nama keluarganya yaitu Báthory dan tidak menjadi Nádasdy. Kedua pasangan tersebut kemudian tinggal di Istana Cachtice, yang merupakan sebuah kastil di atas pegunungan dengan desa Cachtice dilembah dibawahnya. Suaminya jarang mendampingi Elizabeth karena Count Ferenc lebih sering berada di medan pertempuran melawan Turki Usmani (Ottoman Empire). Ferenc kemudian menjadi terkenal karena keberaniannya di medan pertempuran, bahkan dianggap sebagai pahlawan di Hungaria dengan julukan 'Black Hero of Hungary'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth yang masih muda tentu senantiasa merasa kesepian karena selalu ditinggal sang suami. Disebutkan dia memiliki kebiasaan mengagumi kecantikannya dan kemudian memiliki banyak kekasih gelap yang melayaninya selama sang suami tidak berada di tempat. Elizabeth bahkan pernah melarikan diri bersama kekasih gelapnya namun kemudian kembali lagi dan suaminya memaafkannya. Tetapi hal tersebut tidak mengurangi ketagihan Elizabeth akan kepuasan seksual. Disebutkan juga Elizabeth menjadi seorang biseksual dengan melakukan hubungan lesbian dengan bibinya, Countess Klara Báthory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satanisme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth kemudian mulai terpengaruh dengan satanisme yang diajarkan oleh Dorothea Szentes, biasa disebut Dorka, salah seorang pelayan terdekatnya. Karena pengaruh Dorka, Elizabeth mulai menyenangi kepuasan seksual lewat penyiksaan yang dilakukannya terhadap pelayan-pelayan lainnya yang masih muda. Selain Dorka, Elizabeth dibantu beberapa pelayan terdekatnya yaitu: suster Iloona Joo, pelayan pria Johaness Ujvari dan seorang pelayan wanita bernama Anna Darvula, yang merangkap sebagai kekasih Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama para kru S&amp;M-nya, Elizabeth mengubah Istana Čachtice menjadi pusat teror dan penyiksaan seksual. Para gadis muda yang jadi pelayannya disiksa dengan berbagai bentuk penyiksaan seperti diikat, ditelanjangi lalu dicambuk dan juga menggunakan berbagai alat untuk menyakiti bagian-bagian tubuh tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1600, Ferenc meninggal dan era teror sesungguhnya dimulai. Memasuki usia 40 tahun, Elizabeth menyadari bahwa kecantikannya mulai memudar. Kulitnya mulai menunjukan tanda-tanda penuaan dan keriput yang sebenarnya lumrah di usia tersebut. Tapi Elizabeth adalah pemuja kesempurnaan dan kecantikan dan dia akan melakukan apa saja demi mempertahankan kecantikannya. Suatu saat seorang pelayaan wanita yang sedang menyisir rambutnya secara tidak sengaja menarik rambut Elizabeth terlalu keras. Elizabeth yang marah kemudian menampar gadis malang tersebut. Darah memancar dari hidung gadis itu dan mengenai telapak tangan Elizabeth. Saat itu Elizabeth disebutkan 'menduga dan percaya' bahwa darah gadis muda memancarkan cahaya kemudaan mereka. Serta merta dia memerintahkan pelayannya, Johannes Ujvari dan Dorka menelanjangi gadis tersebut, menariknya keatas bak mandi dan memotong urat nadinya. Ketika si gadis meninggal kehabisan darah, Elizabeth segera mesuk kedalam bak mandi dan berendam dalam kubangan darah. Dia menemukan apa yang diyakininya sebagai 'Rahasia Awet Muda'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika semua pelayan mudanya sudah mati, Elizabeth mulai merekrut gadis muda di desa sekitarnya untuk dijadikan pelayan di Kastilnya. Nasib mereka semuanya sama , diikat diatas bak mandi kemudian urat nadi mereka dipotong hingga darah mereka menetes habis kedalam bak mandi. Seringkali Elizabeth berendam didalam kolam darah sambil menyaksikan korbannya sekarat meneteskan darah hingga tewas. Sesekali Elizabeth bahkan meminum darah para gadis tersebut untuk mendapatkan apa yang ia sebut 'inner beauty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir Kiprah dan Penangkapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kelamaan Elizabeth merasa bahwa darah para gadis desa masih kurang baginya. Demi mendapat darah yang menurutnya lebih berkualitas, Elizabeth mengincar darah para gadis bangsawan rendahan. Dia kemudian melakukan penculikan terhadap gadis-gadis bangsawan untuk dijadikan korbannya. Namun hal tersebut menjadi bumerang baginya. Hilangnya gadis-gadis bangsawan dengan cepat mendapatkan perhatian di kalangan bangsawan, orang-orang berpengaruh, hingga Raja sendiri. Tanggal 30 Desember 1610, pasukan tentara dibawah pimpinan György Thurzó, yang merupakan sepupu Elizabeth sendiri, menyerbu Istana Cachtice di malam hari. Mereka semua terkejut melihat pemandangan yang mereka temukan di dalam Istana Cachtice. Mayat seorang gadis yang pucat kehabisan darah tergeletak diatas meja makan, seorang lainnya yang masih hidup namun sekarat ditemukan terikat di tiang dengan kedua urat nadinya disayat hingga meneteskan darah. Di bagian penjara ditemukan belasan gadis yang sedang ditahan menunggu giliran dibunuh. Kemudian di ruang basement ditemukan lebih dari 50 mayat yang sebagian besar sudah mulai membusuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekurangnya 650 nama tercatat dalam pengadilan atas Elizabeth Bathory di tahun 1611. Nama-nama itu didapat berdasarkan laporan dari berbagai pihak. Mulai dari keluarga-keluarga petani hingga bangsawan. Elizabeth sendiri tidak pernah didatangkan ke pengadilan untuk diadili secara langsung. Hanya empat pelayannya yang diadili dan kemudian dihukum mati. Raja Hungaria memerintahkan Elizabeth dikurung dalam kamarnya di Istana Cachtice selama sisa hidupnya. Para pekerja kemudian dikerahkan untuk menutup semua pintu dan jendela ruang kamar Elizabeth dengan tembok dengan hanya menyisakan lubang kecil yang digunakan untuk memasukan makanan dan minuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1614, atau 4 tahun setelah Elizabeth diisolasi dengan tembok di kamarnya sendiri, seorang penjaga melihat makanan yang disajikan untuk Elizabeth tidak tersentuh selama seharian. Penjaga itu kemudian mengintip kedalam dan melihat sang Countess tertelungkup dengan wajah di lantai. Elizabeth 'The Blood Countess' Báthory meninggal di usia 54 tahun pada 21 Agustus 1614.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Illustrations :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30lmcKzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hOc4MbDGgLs/s1600-h/elizabeth_bathory_mcfarlane_4_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30lmcKzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hOc4MbDGgLs/s400/elizabeth_bathory_mcfarlane_4_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422817540405209906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30RerhGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-ioCuBSh3W0/s1600-h/elizabeth_bathory_mcfarlane_5_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30RerhGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-ioCuBSh3W0/s400/elizabeth_bathory_mcfarlane_5_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422817535003952226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30H3eSBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5Td6k55LMQ/s1600-h/elizabethbathory(nipple).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G30H3eSBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5Td6k55LMQ/s400/elizabethbathory(nipple).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422817532423587858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G3znfKRtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N5DJLrV5qrI/s1600-h/bathory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G3znfKRtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N5DJLrV5qrI/s400/bathory2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422817523731678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383261735236487430-2741658109391405126?l=komkomicha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/feeds/2741658109391405126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3383261735236487430&amp;postID=2741658109391405126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/2741658109391405126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/2741658109391405126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/2010/01/elizabeth-bathory.html' title='Elizabeth Bathory'/><author><name>komkom_icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488408227935294752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0G4XAGsUHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C8JmcxghN7E/s72-c/0elizabeth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-3390985469022745725</id><published>2010-01-04T16:01:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:59:06.607+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artikel'/><title type='text'>Exorcism of Annelise Michel</title><content type='html'>The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak film yang diambil dari kisah nyata dan menjadi box office di Amerika. Tapi dari semua kisah nyata yang diangkat ke layar lebar, ada satu film yang menjadi box office nomor satu sepanjang masa di Amerika, judulnya "The Exorcism Of Emily Rose". Film tersebut mengalahkan film-film kisah nyata lainnya termasuk film-film karya Spielberg sekalipun. Film tersebut, walaupun merupakan box office nomor satu sepanjang masa di Amerika, mendapatkan kritik tajam dari berbagai kalangan. Ada yang melihat bahwa film tersebut hanyalah sebuah dramatisasi berlebihan dari kejadian sesungguhnya, ada yang bilang terlalu mengekspliotasi nama keluarga asli tokoh utama film tersebut, dan masih banyak lagi kritikan tajam lainnya. Tapi di akui atau tidak, selain memang menjadi box office nomer satu sepanjang masa di Amerika, film ini juga mendapat pujian yang cukup banyak. Terlepas dari masalah anda menyukai atau tidak film tersebut, yang pasti saya sangat merekomendasikan film ini sebagai bahan tontonan bermutu dan sangat pantas untuk dijadikan koleksi teratas film-film anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, bukan masalah filmnya yang akan saya bahas, tapi kisah nyata dibalik dahsyatnya film tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anneliese Michel, Si Cantik Pintar dan Malang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Rose yang sebenarnya bernama Anneliese Michel. Seorang gadis muda cantik (anda bisa melihat betapa cantiknya gadis muda tersebut pada gambar dibawah) yang sedang mengejar karir sebagai pengajar ahli dibidang pendidikan dasar. Ia lahir pada tanggal 21 September 1952 di sebuah desa kecil di Bavaria, Jerman. Ia tumbuh menjadi seorang gadis muda cantik di Klingernberg am Main, Jerman. Ayahnya membuka jasa penggergajian kayu dan mendidik si cantik Anneliese untuk menjadi seorang Katolik yang taat. Anneliese melalui masa kecilnya dengan normal seperti anak-anak kecil lainnya dan kemudian tumbuh menjadi seroang gaPadis yang begitu taat akan ajaran Katoliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyKIKK6uI/AAAAAAAAALc/3Hon5n4uk1c/s1600-h/anneliese-michel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyKIKK6uI/AAAAAAAAALc/3Hon5n4uk1c/s400/anneliese-michel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422811313389365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecantikan, kepandaian dan keimanannya mungkin&lt;br /&gt;penyebab ia menjadi yang terpilih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada usia 17 tahun, kehidupan Anneliese berubah menjadi sebuah mimpi buruk bagi dirinya, keluarganya dan siapa saja yang mengetahui dan mendengar kisah hidupnya. Ia mulai mengalami serangan tak lazim pada tubuhnya sepanjang malam. Ia melukiskan bahwa serangan itu berupa gejala-gejala kelumpuhan dan berlanjut dengan seperti ada beban berat yang menekan dadanya. Saat serang itu terjadi tubuhnya menjadi kaku dan sama sekali tidak dapat bergerak dan juga berbicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakter yang memeriksanya berhipotesa bahwa Anneliese menderita serangan ayan biasa dan dapat disembuhkan. Tapi serangan itu terus berlanjut sampai Anneliese harus menghabiskan hampir satu tahun di rumah sakit jiwa di Mittleberg, Jerman. Dan selama tinggal di rumah sakit tersebut, Anneliese mulai melihat penampakkan wajah-wajah iblis menyeramkan, Terutama setiap kali ia melakukan do'a harian. Ia pun mendengarkan bisikan-bisakan yang mengatakan bahwa ia adalah seorang terkutuk. Mendengar hal-hal yang diceritakan Anneliese, Dokter memberinya obat-obatan yang dirasa ampuh untuk menurunkan tingkat stressnya. Yang terjadi malah sebaliknya, Anneliese makin bertambah frustasi karena obat-obatan tersebut sama sekali tidak berpengaruh bagi dirinya. Penampakan demi penampakan yang disertai bisikan-bisikan itu semakin menjadi dan semain membuatnya tertekan luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya karena tidak mengalami perkembangan, Anneliese kembali kerumahnya dan meneruskan sekolahnya sampai kemudian ia tamat pendidikan tinggi dengan prestasi yang mengagumkan pada tahun 1970. Ia kemudian pindah ke kota besar untuk melanjutkan penddidikannya di Universitas Wurzburg. Karena prestasinya, gadis cantik dan pintar ini menjadi mahasiswa di universitas tersebut dengan bea siswa penuh dari universitas yang bersangkutan. Tahun 1973 ia diwisuda dengan predikat yang mengagumkan. Bukti nyata dari Anneliese yang tidak hanya cantik tapi juga pintar, selama dalam tekanan dari penampakan dan suara-suara yang selalu menghantuinya dan menyakitinya secara fisik, Anneliese tetap bisa menyelesaikan sekolahnya dengan predikat luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyadari bahwa obat-obatan sama sekali tidak menolong dirinya, gangguan-gangguan tersebut diyakini sebagai fenomena kerasukan. Ia merasa ada iblis didalam dirinya yang semakin hari semakin muncul keluar dan mengantui dirinya. Untuk itu ia meminta Gereja untuk melakukan ritual pengusiran hantu dari dalam tubuhnya, Exorcism. Tapi bukannya menolong, gereja malah menolaknya dan menyuruh gadis yang sudah terkenal akan keimanan Katoliknya ini untuk lebih beriman lagi. Entah mengapa gereja menganggapnya masih kurang beriman. Orang-orang dilingkungannya mengatakan bahwa Anneliese adalah seorang biarawati yang tidak hidup didalam biara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangguan yang menurut dokter adalah penyakit biasa tersebut semakin bertambah parah, ia mulai melukai tubuhnya sendiri, menggigit anggota keluarganya sendiri, memakan lalat, batu bara, laba-laba dan bahkan menggigit kepala burung yang sudah mati. Ia juga mulai sering menyobek pakaiannya sendiri dan menggonggong seperti anjing. Parahnya lagi, terkadang ia juga kencing dilantai dan menjilati air kencingnya sendiri. Ia tidak lagi tidur diatas kasurnya, ia lebih menyukai tidur diatas lantai batunya yang dingin sambil berdo'a memohon pengampunan dosa yang sama sekali ia tidak mengerti dosa apa yang menyebabkan ia sampai harus dihukum seperti itu. Dan kemudian, Tubuh Anneliese seakan didiami oleh dua ruh, ruh Anneliese itu sendiri dan ruh iblis yang keluar saling bergantian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anneliese segera melakukan pertobatan dan memohon kepada tuhan untuk mengampuni dosa-dosanya yang menyebabkan ia harus menderita seperti itu, segera ketika ia sadar bahwa ia sekarang sedang dalam kendali penuh atas tubuhnya. Tapi ketika kendalinya hilang, maka Anneliese yang begitu kuat iman Katoliknya berubah menjadi kebalikannya. Ia menghancurkan sergala simbol Katoliknya, mulai dari rosario, salib dan semua gambar dan lukisan Yesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lima tahun hal mengerikan tersebut berjalan, orang tua Anneliese berkeliling memohon kesetiap pendeta untuk melakukan ritual pengusian hantu kepada putrinya disamping mereka juga memohon kesetiap dokter untuk melanjutkan pengobatan dan penelitian terhadap penyakit mengerikan yang diderita putri tercintanya. Orang tua Anneliese telah mengusahakan segala sesuatunya, baik itu secara spiritual maupun ilmiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gereja kemudian mengajukan beberapa syarat sebelum mereka setuju untuk melakukan Exorcism (ritual pengusiran hantu), yaitu dengan mengadakan ritual pendahuluan sebelum exorcism pada Anneliese dilakukan. Ritual tersebut adalah mengadakan pengujian pada Anneliese untuk memastikan bahwa ia memang kerasukan. Diantara penelitian itu adalah dengan menggunakan kekuatan supranatural, penggunaan bahasa-bahasa asing dan juga penggunaan berbagai simbol agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyVMRA-0I/AAAAAAAAALk/WXj5BD861vQ/s1600-h/michel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyVMRA-0I/AAAAAAAAALk/WXj5BD861vQ/s400/michel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422811503470377794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Anneliese memegang kendali atas tubuhnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1975, Gereja menyatakan bahwa Anneliese memang kerasukan setan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1975, Uskup Josef Stangl, memerintahkan untuk melakukan exorcism pada Anneliese dan yang bertugas untuk melakukan hal tersebut adalah Pastor Ernst Alt dan Father Arnold Renz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya satu iblis yang merasuki Anneliese. Masing-masing iblis mengaku sebagai Hitler, Cain, Kaisar Nero, Judas, Legion, Belial dan Lucifer. Kedua nama yang disebutkan terakhir adalah nama Iblis dalam tradisi kristen. Anneliese, ketika ia tidak sadar, ia berbicara dengan penuh amarah dan geraman yang mengerikan dengan suara iblis dalam tradisi kristen. Ia juga berbicara dengan bahasa-bahasa asing yang kemudian diketahui bahwa bahasa-bahasa itu adalah bahasa-bahasa yang dipakai oleh tokoh-tokoh yang merasuki Anneliese. Bahkan beberapa bahasa yang terdengar kemudian oleh ahli sejarah diketahui sebagai bahasa yang sudah punah lebih dari 1500 tahun yang lalu. Bahasa-bahasa yang sama sekali tidak mungkin diketahui dan dikuasai Anneliese yang malang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyhhaDcyI/AAAAAAAAALs/VJCrepPMKqw/s1600-h/anneliese-michel-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0GyhhaDcyI/AAAAAAAAALs/VJCrepPMKqw/s400/anneliese-michel-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422811715303863074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika "Mereka" memegang kendali atas&lt;br /&gt;tubuh Anneliese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecorcism mulai dilakukan pada September 1975 sampai Juni 1976. Selama sepuluh bulan Exorcism tersebut, yang dilakuakn dua minggu sekali dengan durasi yang mencapau empat jam setiap kali dilakukan, Anneliese menjadi begitu kuat sampai mereka harus merantai Anneliese pada tempat tidurnya agar tidak lepas dan menyerang para exorcist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesehatan fisik Anneliese menurun secara drastis. Selama sepuluh bulan ritual exorcism tersebut ia sering menolak makanan karena menurutnya iblis-iblis tersebut tak pernah membiarkannya makan. Tempurung lutunya pun mengalami beberapa keretakan akibat tidak kurang dari 600 kali Anneliese malang harus berlutut dan bangun selama ritual exorcism tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika sadar dan tubuhnya kembali dikuasai oleh Anneliese, ia menulis surat pada para pendeta yang melakukan ritual exorcism tersebut. Di surat itu ia berkata bahwa Perawan Suci Maria telah mendatanginya dan memberinya dua pilihan: Pertama adalah kebebasan segera dan total dirinya dari para iblis yang berada didalam tubuhnya atau membiarkan terus kesurupannya untuk memberikan kabar kepada dunia kekuatan iblis yang sesungguhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan pertama tidak lain adalah kematian. Dengan kematian ini ia tidak perlu lagi mengalami semua siksaan tersebut. Dan ia akan meninggalkan dunia dengan tenang sebagai seorang Katolik yang beriman. Pilihan kedua ia tetap dalam kerasukannya dan siksaan yang tidak ada habisnya dari iblis-iblis tersebut untuk dijadikan pelajaran bagi dunia bahwa iblis memang ada dan memiliki kekuatan yang mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cantik Anneliese memang tidak hanya pandai tapi juga beriman dan begitu memikirkan orang lain dengan tidak mempedulikan penderitaan dirinya. Ia memilih untuk terus hidup dan menjadikannya dirinya sebagai pelajaran bagi seluruh umat manusia mengenai keberadaan dan kekuatan iblis dengan membiarkan dirinya tersiksa. Ia memutuskan untuk menghentikan ritual exorcism tersebut, sekali lagi, dengan tujuan untuk mengabarkan dunia tentang keberadaan iblis dan kekuatan gelapnya dengan membiarkan dirinya tersiksa. Dan setelah keputusna itu diambil ia meramalkan waktu kematian dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0Gyhy2WlMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hB5Ly6-g67s/s1600-h/emily_rose_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0Gyhy2WlMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hB5Ly6-g67s/s400/emily_rose_final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422811719985960130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicantik yang malang&lt;br /&gt;beberapa saat sebelum ia wafat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah malam, 1 Juli 1976, hari dan jam yang sama dengan yang Anneliese ramalkan mengenai kematian dirinya, ia memejamkan mata dengan tersenyum dan nampak tertidur dengan penuh kebahagiaan. Sinar wajahnya yang sudah tidak lagi cantik dibalik tubuhnya yang kurus kering dan rusak tersebut kembali bersinar. Anneliese tertidur denga penuh kedamaian dan kebahagian tanpa pernah bangun kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai disinilah kisah Anneliese yang malang. Di makamnya begitu banyak tulisan dari para peziarah yang intinya adalah ucapan termikasih yang sedalam-dalamnya atas kesediaan Anneliese untuk menderita demi umat manusia, sama seperti halnya Yesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dan beberapa kalangan gereja merasa bahwa tak lama lagi Anneliese Michel akan menjadi seorang Saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Wafatnya Anneliese...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubuhnya di autopsy, dan dikatakan bahwa Anneliese telah mengalami kekurangan gizi dan juga dehidrasi. Seorang wanita yang semula begitu cantik menjadi hampir tidak dikenali lagi dengan bobot badan yang hanya 68 pound (30,8 kilogram). Penelitian ilmiah mengatakan bahwa Anneliese mati kelaparan. Akhirnya kedua orang tua Anneliese dan juga seorang pastor beserta pendetanya didakwa dengan tuduhan tidak mempedulikan tanda-tanda bunuh diri dari Anneliese. Sidang mereka dimulai pada bulan Maret 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada yang bisa dilakukan oleh mereka untuk membuktikan bahwa Anneliese memang kerasukan dan mereka tidak bersalah seperti yang telah dituduhkan pengadilan. Tepat sebelum pengadilan di mulai, orang tua Anneliese meminta agar makam putri tercintanya digali kembali. Seorang biarawati yang tidak mereka kenal sama sekali telah menemui kedua orang tua Anneliese dan mengatakan bahwa ia mendapat penglihatan bahwa tubuh Anneliese tidak membusuk sama sekali walaupun telah dikubur. Semua ini untuk membuktikan bahwa peristiwa yang menimpa Anneliese adalah benar-benar peristiwa supranatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permintaan kedua orang tua Anneliese dikabulkan. Makam Anneliese kembali digali. Hanya saja entah atas kepentingan apa, pihak berwenang tidak mengijinkan siapapun melihat jasad Anneliese. Termasuk kedua orang tua dan suster tersebut juga masyarakat dan wartawan dari berbagai media masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian pihak berwenang mengeluarkan pernyataan bahwa tubuh Anneliese telah membusuk sama seperti tubuh lainnya yang telah dimakamkan tanpa mau memberikan bukti apapun juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang tua Anneliese kemudian hanya melihat sebuah peti mati indah yang dipercaya didalamnya terdapat tubuh membusuk dari putri tercintanya. Dan peti mati itu di kubur di tempat yang layak dengan upacara pemakaman yang layak pada 25 February 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasus Anneliese adalah kasus pengusiran hantu yang resmi diketahui dan diijinkan Gereja untuk terakhir kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permintaan terakhir Anneliese pada para pendeta yang melakukan ritual exorcism tersebut adalah sebuah pengampunan dosa atas seluruh dosanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata Terakhir Anneliese Sebelum Wafat....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, I'm Afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qr-IdHU3A5M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qr-IdHU3A5M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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Dahlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAuHllWZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6Ay0wlStb0/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAuHllWZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6Ay0wlStb0/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422475481153100178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background information: On January 15, 1947,  the severed halves of a young woman's body were splayed out in the grass of an empty lot.  The victim had been horribly mutilated and crudely cut in two at the waist.  Even worse, most of the wounds had apparently been inflicted before death. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A fingerprint check of the corpse revealed her identity as twenty-two year old Elizabeth Short, known as the Black Dahlia.  Elizabeth was a black-haired beauty who had an innate sensuality that drove men wild.  She'd earned her name, not only because of her raven tresses, but also because she only wore black--black dresses, black shoes, black hose, and even black underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate had been unkind to Elizabeth from the beginning. Having grown up in an unhappy home, she struck out on her own at only 17.  She worked in Florida as a waitress and fell in love with a solider; however, he was killed in the line of duty on a distant battlefield.  Grieving terribly over his death, she took to drinking and dating other men, any other men, developing a  reputation for being "easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had recovered from her fiancée's death, she went to Santa Barbara where she met another serviceman, an Air Force Major.  The couple fell in love and planned to marry as soon as he returned from overseas.  But he was also killed in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never fully recovered from the second blow and began to drink heavily.  She headed for California, and ultimately, to Hollywood in search of fame.  And indeed, she joined the casting lines, getting many parts as extra, but her career never took off, and she'd ultimately find the greatest fame in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAVPdkw5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gXi0oQ0DbdE/s1600-h/black1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAVPdkw5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gXi0oQ0DbdE/s320/black1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422475053770261394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a waitress again, she barely got by and was always borrowing money from friends.  She had a huge number of male friends and admirers many of which she drank with and stayed with. Whether she was  promiscuous is still under debate, but men definitely pursued her with a passion, and she supposedly discarded lovers the way most women discard a pair of snagged hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man had been seen with her in a San Diego bus station a few days before her dismembered body was discovered.  He admitted that he had been with her, had in fact gone on a drunken binge with her.  But he told the police that afterwards, he'd taken her  to the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles after she told him that she was going to "meet her sister," there.  The police checked him out and accepted his story.  And that's where the trail ended.  No one knew what Elizabeth did or who she met afterward.  She became lost in the city sprawl.  Somewhere, however she met the man who'd brutally murdered her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment the story hit the news, the police were overwhelmed by "confessions," and reports of suspects.  A woman even confessed to the killing, walking into the station and saying: "The Black Dahlia stole my man. So I killed her and cut her up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These confessions and reports were investigated and usually discarded, because the confessor didn't know some crucial details known only to the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person even sent the police a message composed of cut up paper, signing it "The Black Dahlia Avenger."  And then, in the midst of the investigative chaos, police received another baffling note, which read: "Here are Dahlia's belongings,  Letter will follow." Enclosed with the note were Elizabeth's birth certificate, address book, and social security number.  Some pages of the address book had been torn out--probably by the murderer, and the other names provided no leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAiFEH7wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ajX_Xielj2U/s1600-h/Black_Dahlia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAiFEH7wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ajX_Xielj2U/s320/Black_Dahlia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422475274317459202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of the time and energy the police put into the case, the crime was never officially solved, and, to this day, the case remains, one of the greatest crime mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary Thoughts: I've always found the Black Dahlia case interesting.  Elizabeth had a face that one could never forget.  Her spirit seemed to show through her gray eyes and leave one thinking that there was something special about her.  I didn't know much about this case at the time that I did the investigation--only the bare bones facts.  I had always thought that a solider had murdered her. To me that made perfect sense and would explain why he was never caught.  I always figured that he'd shipped off after the killing and was a casualty of the war, and thus, never murdered again.  I was wrong. In fact,  my psychic investigation would find that I was way off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitant to psychically connect to this case, because there could be danger involved in doing so. The Black Dahlia, Elizabeth Short, was brutally murdered, and I certainly didn't want to call up the spirit of a psychotic killer; however, the case was so intriguing that I just had to give it a try, and it was the very first murder case that I tried to solve. I suggest to anyone who is a beginner medium not to connect to a potentially dangerous situation like this where there could be a negative entity. You just never know what you could bring upon yourself or open yourself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychic Connection: The first time that I connected to Elizabeth Short was horrifying to say the least, part of which was my fault, because I tried to channel her at the time of the murder, hoping that I could clearly see the murderer. Yet, when I connected, I could see nothing but blackness, and suddenly, I felt myself bound.   I was so terrified that I could barely breathe. It was the worst horror that I've ever felt in my life. The fear alone seemed to be suffocating me. It came from deep within and seemed to be all around me, wrapping around my body tight and preventing any kind of movement. At first, I was confused, and then I realized what was happening. I was channeling Elizabeth at the time of her torture. I was feeling what she was feeling--her mental pain and torment. Fortunately, I didn't feel her physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I connected, I wanted to escape--not an easy thing to do in the state that I was in. I literally couldn't move. Though I tried to break free repeatedly, I was firmly stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it took me several minutes to sever the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could move my arms at last, I breathed a sigh of relief, and yet I came away from it so shaken that I had to sit quietly for several minutes to get a grasp on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I wasn't ready to give up--though it would be several days before I'd try to connect to this case again. And I decided that the next time I did, I'd direct myself to Elizabeth's spirit after the killing and ask her directly who'd killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did just that and came upon her as she strolled the cold, gray LA streets. Her spirit is not at rest due to the brutality and senselessness of her murder, and she spends the days and nights on this purposeless jaunt, locked in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived on the scene, she was scared of me and tried to flee. I asked her to wait, but she shook her head. I had to run to catch up with her, and she still tried to flee. This is not the first time that this strange reaction has occurred when I've connected to another soul. I don't know why this is and can only imagine that I must appear as a ghost, since I'm without my physical body. Could a ghost scare another ghost? Or, is it scary to a lost spirit when another being makes contact with them after so many years? I simply don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was indeed terrified of me, and it took me quite a while to convince her that I was not a threat but was only there to help her, to try to solve her case. I asked her if she was aware that she'd been murdered and she nodded. I could still see fear in her eyes. And so I told her my name and some information about myself. I reassured her that I'm not a ghost but a psychic who is contacting her from the other side and that I intended to share whatever information she gave me about her murder with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She relaxed a bit, but was still apprehensive, and so I kept talking, wanting her to be comfortable with me. I told her that I'm a wife and a mother, and I spent some time telling her about my children. That information seemed to earn her trust; for she warmed up to me then, and took my hand, and for some time, we strolled together like children, hand-in-hand, laughing, dancing and smiling. We'd truly connected as childhood friends would.  At last, she welcomed me and was glad that I was there, glad that she wasn't alone. She never said this, but I could see it and feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personality struck me as juvenile, but I went with the flow and became a carefree child again myself, wanting to make sure that she was comfortable with me. Beneath her smile, I felt there was a tremendous amount of pain and loneliness.  I'm not surprised. Not only had she been horribly and atrociously murdered, but she'd had a bad life.  Her father hadn't wanted her, her mother hadn't wanted her, and she'd left home at an early age, seeking the love that she'd never got at home.  She'd fallen in love but her fiancée was killed in the war.  She'd survived that heartache to fall in love again a few years later, only to lose another love to the war.  She was never the same after that and went from love affair to love affair, never finding another worth giving her heart to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she was so warm, and so friendly, and appeared so carefree that looking at her now, it was almost easy to forget that the atrocious murder had happened at all, and we were just two friends out on a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, there was no one else on the normally busy LA streets--not a single soul, not a car, not even a bird. And as I explored her old time haunts with her, I realized that I was in Elizabeth's LA, an isolated world into which her soul had been dispatched and was apparently locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up down by the beach, and I explained that sometimes the psychic connection could be temporarily severed by things going on in my environment, such as my dogs barking, the phone ringing, the clock striking, etc. and if that happened she shouldn't be alarmed, that I would return to her. She nodded and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that she'd not communicated to me except with a smile or a nod, and so I explained that she didn't have to use her lips to talk to me, but could think to me. I asked her to give it a try, and she did, saying "Okay." The connection was so strong that it resounded in my mind, clear and loud, like a speaker turned up high, and I told her that I'd heard her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, she was still uncomfortable with this mode of communication, and so she remained silent. I sensed that though she was glad I was there, she was reluctant to talk about the murder. Still, I told her that I wanted to know more about her murder and asked her to show me what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Biltmore Hotel, and she showed me her room, nothing spectacular, a simple room, only a few of her personal things in it and the next thing I knew, we were at the beach again. I realized that she was being evasive about the murder. It was a subject that she was uncomfortable with. A part of her wanted to pretend that it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if the beach had anything to do with her murder, and she nodded. Please know that I'm not familiar with Los Angeles, have never been there "physically" myself. I might have been able to give greater insight into the various locations if I had--but to me the environment was just a jumble of buildings in a maze of gray concrete and shadows.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't clear to me how the beach was involved, (and it still isn't) and she wasn't real interested in conveying that information to me. Yet, she was still glad to have my company, and I realized how very alone she felt. Right then I decided that I would visit her from time to time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, however, since I felt that I wasn't getting anywhere in my investigation, the reason I'd come in the first place, I turned toward her and looked directly in her eyes and said: "Elizabeth, please show me the person who murdered you. Think to me. Let me see him in your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrified expression filled her face, but after a couple of minutes, she nodded and took my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and saw him clearly. He was a large man with sandy brown hair, not an attractive man by any means. I saw a name tag on his shirt. I'm not sure what kind of name tag it was.  Please note that the tag itself could be irrelevant and not indicate a specific job.  Sometimes psychic messages appear in seemingly strange images like this. In addition, the name tag was blurred.  This happens too, a resistance of some sort. Again, I don't know why. And I had to look very closely to see his name. It was "Morgan," "Morris," or "Morrison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morrison?" I asked Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the name tag and the water, and knowing that she'd hung out with a lot of soldiers, I thought that maybe he was a marine, and I asked her if that was so, and she shook her head and said "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There blows my earlier hypothesis.  "Okay," I said, "then this man, Morrison, was your killer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" she said, her face taking on strong emotion.   "I met him, and he took me somewhere to rape me, and he tortured and murdered me. He cut me.  After he did, he took my body somewhere else and left it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I was suddenly getting a lot for her.  She wanted to tell someone her story after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he dead now?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me more," I said, "about this man. About the murder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection broke suddenly, and I came out of it. I couldn't reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd gotten a name and that was a lot. It was time to do some research and see if I could put the case together, and I had to start with suspects and see if any of them had a name similar to "Morris" or "Morrison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through some books at the library, but only one of  them mentioned the names of a few suspects. None of them were my man. The names and faces were too different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, I decided to research the case online and see what I could come up with. I came across a pretty convincing website that claimed a man whom Elizabeth had been involved with named Ed Burns was the killer. The site lists a lot of reasons why he could have been the killer, including a complicated code breaking from the letters that were sent to police, but, in my opinion, the site owner's theory was far-fetched, and stretching things quite a bit. Besides, from what I'd gathered of Ed Burns on the site, he was just too far off bat from the man Elizabeth had shown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More research brought me to crimelibrary.com. And at last I found my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the top suspects in the case was in fact named "Morrison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspect first came to the attention of highly respected LAPD officer, John St. John. He'd, been in charge of the Dahlia case for about a year when an informant came to him with a tape recording of a man named Arnold Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tape, Smith gave highly detailed information about the Dahlia murder, saying that she'd been murdered by a man named Al Morrison, who, according to Smith, was a violent sex pervert. The minute I saw the name, I knew that this had to be the killer, but I needed more details in order to put the case together, and come together, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the information that emerged in Smith's account only convinced me further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith claimed that he's taken Elizabeth to Morrison's room at the Hollywood Hotel when she didn't have anywhere else to go (this was typical of Elizabeth who was always short of money and always staying with various friends). He said that Elizabeth was surprised that he was planning to stay in the room with her and that she'd refused the liquor he'd offered her. He might have made a pass at her, but she put him off; according to Smith's statement, she showed no signs of being interested in a romantic relationship with him (Her rebuttal could have inspired the man's psychotic fury).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrison, according to Smith's account, was apparently not there at the outset, but Smith left and when he returned to the hotel room, Morrison was apparently there.  Smith said they took Elizabeth to a house on East 31st Street near San Pedro and Trinity Streets, which belonged to a friend of his. This is supposedly where Morrison assaulted and killed Elizabeth. Smith went into detail about the killing on the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he went to her and grabbed her arm like this, and started to pull her back but she hauled off and let him have it with the purse. Just swung it out and caught him across the side of the face. He slugged her once and her knees got weak. He pulls her back into the room, and he leans her against the door while he locks the door with the key. She just stayed there as though she was unsure exactly what would follow. He said he then grabbed her and pushed her and she fell down... on the floor with her dress up on her body. He said he stood over her and said something about he was going to screw her ass. She started to yell so he bent down and slugged her again. He said he put his hand on her neck and holds her head still while he hit her a couple of times. She didn't move. Now he didn't know what he was going to do, except he went out of the room, through the door he had locked and went downstairs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, according to Smith, Morrison got a paring knife, a large butcher knife and some clothesline and went back upstairs. Elizabeth was frightened and tried to escape, but he held her bound, "stuffing her underpants into her mouth and tying her up." By this time he had apparently already beaten her and mutilated her with the knife, but the terror would continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith continues: "She was naked, only he'd tied her hands and these were up over her head like this, and he stabbed her with a knife a lot, not enough that would kill you, but jabbing and sticking her a lot and then slitting around one tit, and then he'd cut her face across it. Across the mouth. After that, she was dead. He laid some boards across the bathtub and cut her in half with the large butcher knife, letting the blood drain out through the tub. When the body was sectioned and washed clean of blood, he wrapped her in an oilskin tablecloth and shower curtain and put into the trunk of the car. From there, he drove to the vacant lot and lay her body, piece at a time, on the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. John suspected that Al Morrison and Arnold Smith were one and the same person, and indeed, I believe they were as well. How else could Arnold Smith have been privy to such information? In addition, he learned that "Arnold Smith" was one of many aliases for Jack Anderson Wilson. Wilson was an alcoholic with a history of sex offenses and robbery. Unsurprisingly, an investigation found no proof that Al Morrison existed, confirming the detective's belief that Arnold Smith (Jack Anderson Wilson) was "Morrison," the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. John intended to pick the suspect up for questioning, when Smith passed out in an alcoholic stupor in bed in a nearby hotel and set the place on fire from a burning cigarette. He was burned to death in the flames, which also probably consumed any personal possessions of the Dahlia's (according to the records, he'd earlier shown some of Elizabeth's things to the informant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same suspect had also come to the attention of Detective Joel Lesnick of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department in connection with the unsolved murder a few years previously of socialite Georgette Bauerdorf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bauerdorf had known the Black Dahlia through the Hollywood Canteen. She too was a dark haired beauty who'd been brutally murdered, tortured, strangled, and raped before she was dumped in her bathtub face down. A piece of towel had been wedged in her throat to keep her from crying out (the same way "Smith" had reportedly gagged Elizabeth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like St. John, Detective Lesnick also thought Arnold Smith was the Dahlia killer and was the mysterious "Al Morrison." He theorized that "As the years went on, Smith's ego drew him closer, not to confessing, but wanting to tell someone in a roundabout way what he got away with primarily through luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The District Attorney's office thought that Smith was the murderer as well, as is apparent in their assessment of the suspect and his connection to the Dahlia murder: "The case can not be officially closed due to the death of the individual considered a suspect. While the documentation appears to link this individual with the homicide of Elizabeth Short, his death, however, precludes the opportunity of an interview to obtain from him the corroboration. Therefore, any conclusion as to his criminal involvement is circumstantial, and unfortunately, the suspect cannot be charged or tried, due to his demise...it is conceivable that Jack Wilson might have been charged as a suspect in the murder of Elizabeth Short "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I think it's not only conceivable, but highly likely that Arnold Smith, AKA "Al Morrison," was Elizabeth's murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the details, I believe that Mr. Smith fills in the gaps with his description of the murder.  Quite simply, Miss Short took up with the wrong guy--one of the worst imaginable.  Under the guise of the name "Morrison," he took her to his hotel room, and later took her to a house where he tied her up, mutilated her, and then cut her in two.  Afterward, he dumped the remains on an empty lot, and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that he would have gone to jail for the crime if not for his untimely death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gallery :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CBNLrLqpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_9jBSt44vJA/s1600-h/compositeDahlia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CBNLrLqpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_9jBSt44vJA/s320/compositeDahlia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422476014826269330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CBM1NJjpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5lAC5MWajdw/s1600-h/bethmrgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CClBUXjSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D__csdxCiZo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422477523874712866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CBL-daceI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8aM5tqi6Dic/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CBL-daceI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8aM5tqi6Dic/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422475994098987490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and The Movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CCPcvGNaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WIKhqN9JRpc/s1600-h/black_dahlia_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CCPcvGNaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WIKhqN9JRpc/s320/black_dahlia_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422477153277457826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.underworldtales.com/dahlia.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Dahlia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383261735236487430-1907178152696296537?l=komkomicha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/feeds/1907178152696296537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3383261735236487430&amp;postID=1907178152696296537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/1907178152696296537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3383261735236487430/posts/default/1907178152696296537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komkomicha.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-dahlia.html' title='The Black Dahlia'/><author><name>komkom_icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488408227935294752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKVHDfoF1k8/S0CAuHllWZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6Ay0wlStb0/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383261735236487430.post-8402878582829227967</id><published>2010-01-03T17:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:41:26.874+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucu'/><title type='text'>Beda Cewek ama Cowok kalo abis Potong Rambut</title><content type='html'>Versi Cewek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 2: Oh! Baru potong rambut yah! Lucu..lucu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 1: Masa sih? Koq klo ngaca gw ga pede yah! Maksud gw, kliatan gemuk ga sih jadinya muka gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 2: Engga koq! Orang bagus banget malah. Gw aja jg mau bs potong kyk rambut lu, tp muka gw kn agak lebar. Jadinya model rambut gw gini aja lah, STD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 1: STD gmn? Menurut gw muka lu kn imut bgt tuh. Jadinya klo lu potong rambut yg kek ada layer2-nya gt, pasti bagus, pasti lucu deh. Soalnya tadinya gw jg mo potong kek gt, tp takutnya nanti ga pas, soalnya kn leher gw agak jenjang tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 2: Masa sih! Kayaknya ga ada yg salah deh sm leher lu! Gw malah pengen pny leher jenjang gitu. Apalagi cb lu lihat bahu gw nih, kayaknya lebar bgt, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 1: Becanda lu ah? Anak2 pd ngiri kali ngliat badan lu bagus gt, kayaknya pas bgt bahunya, jd mo pake apa aj, enak dilihat jatuhnya. Maksud gw, cb lu lihat tuh lengan gw, agak pendek kan. Klo bahu gw kyk bahu lu, pasti baju yg kmrn gw pake ke ultahnya si Caca lebih enak jatuhnya deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek 2: Baju yg kayak gaun itu..??? Bagus bgt kalleeee..! 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