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Walt Before Mickey, Dr. Winifred Barton, The Death of My Brother, Michael, Wealth Beyond The Wildest Dreams Of Avarice, Self Possession.

Sr. Winifred Barton (left)

Sr. Winifred Barton (left)

"Think rich. Look poor." Warhol nailed it with the best advice we can ever get or give. Everyone can afford this.

“Think rich. Look poor.” Warhol nailed it with the best advice we can ever get or give. Everyone can afford this.

Thursday, May 5, Dr. Winifred Barton turns 93.

Most of you have never heard of her.

I certainly hadn’t when I walked in on a meeting hosted by her in 1968.

“If you are interested in that there is a group meeting you should check out tonight,” said the girl to whom I gave my money after purchasing a book on the occult in an Anglican Church Used Bookstore in Ottawa.

That night I dropped a hit of acid. Then I walked to the address I had been given.

The near empty room I walked into soon filled up with about one hundred or more people. I sat in the back row the better to scan the proceedings.

A woman got up, introduced herself as Dr. Winifred Barton, and began to speak. She told us an ancient Atlantean spirit had dictated books through her. She pointed to the books. She spoke for about an hour. While she did I looked around the room at the others sitting there. A fellow on my right seated by the exit door when he caught my eye on him did like people do in the transformer beam on the TV series, STAR TREK. He faded from view.

I kept an eye on that spot. I saw him two more times.

There was a break at which point I walked up to Dr. Barton, introduced myself and told her what I had seen.

“Wait here,” she said leaving the room.

She came back with a photograph.

She asked, “Is this the man?”

I said, “Yes.”

She said, “He is the caretaker. He died yesterday. Where you saw him was his favorite place to sit during our meetings. Would you like to speak to the group after the break?”

How often does THAT happen?

A stranger walks into a meeting and is given the podium to address the assembled?

That never happens.

Well, it did once.

It happened to me.

I spoke for about an hour. When I had done everyone invited me to become a member of their group.

For about a year I hung out with them. I learned about ESP, had out of body experiences, saw auras, the whole nine yards.

To say it was an interesting year is to put it mildly.

At the end of the year I returned to Toronto where I briefly ran a program at Toronto’s Rochdale College. I had been invited to show my films there by Judith Merril and Bernie Bombers  when it first opened in 1968. I had no interest in LSD until one night in Rochdale I was given some. I realized that everything I had heard and read in the media about LSD was a complete fabrication. I also realized that until the moment I dropped acid I was literally blind and deaf to the world around me.

When I get interested in something I research and study it. My research taught me what really happened when The Buddha ate the fruit of the bodi tree and became enlightened.

A bodi tree is a fig tree. Through his long fasting The Buddha had lost weight. As well his teeth had become loose. He could only eat food that was decayed so that it was soft. Rotten figs produce ergot. Ergot is natural LSD. The Buddha tripped. (  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergot  )

A lot of water has gone under the bridge since that moment in 1968 when I found out for myself that life as we know it is but a pale shadow. As St. Paul wrote, “We see as if through a glass darkly.”

We are in a time that worships hypocrites. We pay vast amounts of money to people whose only virtue is that they lie exceedingly well.

Hypocrite is the Greek word for actor.

We pay fortunes to movie stars who stand on chalk lines while speaking the words written for them.

That is all they do.

In the old days stunt people did the hard stuff. Today CGI (computer generated images) takes over.

We live in the world seen by Plato in his vision of the cave. We look at shadows, moving shadows.

Don’t get me wrong. I love movies. Always have.

Today people think standing on a chalk line reading lines is a goal to aspire towards.

Hardly.

When ever was being a fake thought being the least bit heroic except now?

On the money most of us could live a lifetime with actors move from movie to movie.

The same with entertainers.

When we shower the people with the songs they want to hear they shower vast amounts of gold back at us.

This is for low level poets as Robert Graves writes in his book, THE WHITE GODDESS which is not an easy book to read though it is a vital one.

Our great poets were driven from the realms in which they lived. Often they were murdered.

It is forgotten that Aesop was not a teller of fables for children but rather a poet whose tongue lashed like a whip across the backs of the hypocrites who eventually murdered him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vw7wAeerD7w

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LdXvkjFHPg

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/bb/barton.htm

http://www.greatdreams.com/winifred-barton.htm

http://www.mts.net/~rhoffman/bms-home.htm

http://www.energyworksmagazine.com/#!winifred-grace-barton/cntw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHWX0H8FIDo

In this series of images from the film WALT BEFORE MICKEY we see the young Disney have his teacher slam his desktop down on his hands for drawing cartoons in his textbook. Our schools don't generate great spirits. They do their best to crush them into conformity.

In this series of images from the film WALT BEFORE MICKEY we see the young Disney have his teacher slam his desktop down on his hands for drawing cartoons in his textbook. Our schools don’t generate great spirits. They do their best to crush them into conformity.

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There is nothing wrong with being an entertainer. Nor is there with being an actor.

It is wrong, however, to confuse those who play at being with those who are what they appear to be.

This week I stumbled upon the film WALT BEFORE MICKEY. In it is a soul crushing scene where the young Disney has his desk top slammed down on his wrists by his teacher for drawing cartoons in his school text book:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAqdGI_U-MU&feature=youtu.be  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8UVLgBJtfU  ) .

Too many, far, far too fucking many have had their souls crushed by our schools. The young native Americans seeking retribution from the schools that singed their souls have legions of Non-Native American brothers and sisters.

On the morning of May 23, 1981 I felt an explosion of pain in my chest so fierce it was crippling. With it came an overwhelming need for the arms of my mother.  I learned years later that when young men are killed in combat they have an overwhelming need for the arms of their mothers. This tells me why mothers know the moment their children are killed in war.

I was living with my sister in Hamilton. I had all of my gear stashed in her basement.

In 1980 everyone I knew began turning against me. In April of 1981 I decided to shut down completely, take the summer off and restart in the fall in one of two places I had been invited to work.

My sister said I could store my stuff at her place. Her husband and my two youngest brothers Michael and Mark came in to move my stuff.

Michael literally had a skull, a death mask, marked on him. I said to myself on seeing him, “That boy is not long for this world.”

On the night of May 23, 1981 at my sister’s we were watching a movie on television. It ended with the main character putting a rifle in his mouth.

The phone rang. My sister got up to answer it.

When she returned she said, “Something terrible has happened to our brother.”

On the television screen the man we were watching had his head explode as he pulled the trigger.

The police had found Michael’s body in a baseball park. He had killed himself that morning.

Following Michael’s funeral my family had me placed in McMaster Psychiatric Hospital.

There, on my 35th birthday, my sister brought in a cake.

As I was cutting into it the head psychiatrist came up. He asked, “Do you know what is wrong with you?”

I replied, “Nothing. I am on time. I am on schedule. I am right where I am supposed to be.”

My words, of course, were pure madness to him.

“There will come a time when everyone you know will turn against you. You are going to celebrate your 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital after you lose someone very close to you. Do not worry about it. When you come out you will become the richest man on earth,” a fellow I had met in a bar told me one night when I was nineteen.

Drinking age then was twenty-one. I had not let that stop me.

On June 12, 1981 what I had laughed at years before had come to pass.

I was forced to realize that life as we know it, as we experience it really is a thing we see through a glass darkly.

I had asked on going into the psychiatric hospital not to be given drugs. I was told I would not be.

On the first morning when I insisted on not being given medication security guards were called. I was forced to take my medication. I was then stripped naked after which I was locked in a room with a huge glass bubble in the door so that staff could look in without opening the door. The lights were left on twenty-four hours a day. I was in that tomb three days and three nights.

On the fourth day I was let out.

By the time I found I could leave staff told me it would take years for the effect of the medication I had been forced to take to wear off.

No one gave me permission to leave.

I left.

Foolish people measure wealth by the possession of material goods.

The word “wealth” means well being.

As we learn daily those who possess much material goods are not well at all.

They are hardly wealthy.

True wealth can be measured only by what we have inside us for what we have within us passes with us when we cross over into eternity.

This morning I woke up thinking about Dr. Barton. For several weeks now I have been thinking about my brother, Michael.

He wrote a little poem the night before he ended his life:

Poem By a Young Man About To Kill Himself

I will look upon the evening star

And when you see it, think of me as not far

For in that twinkle, there I shall dwell

In the reaches of immortal Hell.

For I’ve been bad and my last sin

Shall cause me always there to dwell in.

 

In my quest I do desire

The open challenges of eternal fire.

I wish you luck and never shame

For you to receive that I am the blame.

Never think what you could have done or try

Because I was only borne to die.

Fair lady, I hope weep you not

For I am where I can’t be fought.

 

Whether for fun or for joy

My best wishes to you I employ

Go to school and do your best

And in that you may find your quest.

Forget me …and always be glad

I would hate to see you sad.

Do not grieve me and don’t ask why

This is my way to say goodbye.

–Michael Hartt, May 22, 1981.

A fellow I met through my programs had a mother who took her own life. His psychiatrist told him they do it so that we won’t forget them. I c an not say that is why people kill themselves. Frankly, I do not for a moment accept that it is. Nonetheless, it is true that I can not forget my brother nor do I wish to.

The year everyone began to turn against me I happened by chance to read a series of articles in newspapers and magazines that said passing through a divorce is like the sudden suicide of a close family member.

My partner of seven years announced in 1980 that he was leaving. What I learned was that to justify their departure the person leaving first murders the person they are splitting from in their mind. They do this by finding fault with their partner. It is we who have failed not them.

As we ask ourself why they left the answer we get may and often does cause us to kill ourself.

At the same time that my partner was leaving me my brother’s partner was leaving him.

Jean Cocteau: “Americans, admit a superfluity lightens the soul. Luxury is  a noble virtue that must not be confused with comfort. You have comfort. You lack luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury that I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have no fear of discomfort. It is a pledge to our own selves. It is food for the soul.

One day in April of 1981 my partner and almost all of those I had thought friends gave me an ultimatum. They said that if I accepted psychiatric help they would stay.

I thought of what I had been told so many years before of celebrating my 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital. I was determined that this prediction NOT come true.

I said to them, “Goodbye.”

As they walked out of my life I opened the copy of THE NEW TESTAMENT that lay before me.

In it I read, “If you walk with me your father, your mother, your brothers, your sisters, everyone you know will turn against you. If you continue with me you will possess your self.”

In that instant I knew that until I possess my self I possess nothing. I realized also that my self is all that I can possess.

The word “soul” means at its fullest “self.”

As I thought about self possession I realized that theoretically it should be possible for us to possess ourselves right down to the essence of the dust of which we are made.

Jesus said to those who desired his death, “You do not take my life. I lay it down. I will pick it up.”

These trials, these tribulations we pass through are vital to our soul.

For the last fifteen years, which you know if you have been following my posts, one man has done everything he can short of getting a gun and pulling the trigger to murder me.

Yet everything he has done and continues to do only serves to make me stronger.

He who desires my death has done the most to ensure my life.

In researching Dr. Barton this morning I found more than a few things that are disturbing. I found that she dumped her husband in favour of a much younger man who for a time became her lover and then her husband until he left her for a younger woman.

I learned that she vanished for a time. When she returned she said she had been abducted by aliens. Had she? I don’t know.

What I do know is that in the fall of 1968 I walked into a meeting she was hosting where I saw for the first time visible proof that the life we lead here is but a prelude.

“Have you ever had your heart broken?” a young man once asked me.

I laughed as I replied, “What do you think hearts are for?”

Too many are afraid to have their heart broken.

Before we can be born again we have to die.

I have died a thousand, thousand times.

Like the Phoenix I rise from the ashes renewed, made stronger, eager to once again have my heart broken.

I have one life. I live it forever.

Long ago I rescued my brother from the fire he had been taught to believe he would dwell in forever.

My sister, Linda, watched me leave her behind for two years.

Finally the day came when I took her to school.

She was dressed in her best. She was full of joy.

At noon I went to bring her home.

Her face was red from crying.

She had been called to the office where the principal told her she was a bad girl.

She was given the strap.

Think of that little girl of six as once again you watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAqdGI_U-MU .

The French thinker Montesquieu wrote, “We get three educations. The first comes from our parents, the second from our schools, the third from life. The last makes liars of the first two.”

When I was six my first grade teacher told us to draw stick figures of men and women.

While the others drew the standard stick figures I drew men with cocks and balls, women with breasts.

When she saw them she said, “You are an artist.”

In grade two seeing my stick figures my teacher said, “You have a dirty mind.”

She beat me.

That beating was the most important thing that ever happened to me.

I refused to cry. I refused to draw what she wanted me to draw.

I warn you. Stay the fuck away from me.

I have a dirty mind.

If you don’t too bad.

Happy Birthday, Dr. Winifred Barton. You are on time, on schedule and exactly where you are supposed to be. So to, Sue, are you.

As for myself, I am wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of avarice.

Jean Cocteau: “Whatever people criticize in your work keep it. Whatever the world condemns you for make it your own. It is yourself.”

We have more than enough Keanu Reeves, Matt Damons, and the rest. We have more poets than we need who sing for gold.

Yet neither Keanu nor Matt should concern themselves for they are on time, on schedule and right where Eternity wants them. Fall all that, so is the one determined to destroy me.

What we have a shortage of are real heroes. To be one all we have to be is our self. Of course, no one will pay you millions to be yourself. They will, however, pay Keanu Reeves, Matt Damon and the rest millions to pretend to be you. Go figure. Copies in this world are more valuable than originals in the short run. In the long run, originality counts most.–Reg Hartt. 05/03/2016.

Fir some this is success. For the best it is not. We all know not only that thse foods are poison. The box it comes in has more nutritional value than the productyit contains. This man is nothing but a very well paid whore.

For some this is success. For the best it is not. We all know not only that these foods are poison, the box it comes in has more nutritional value than the product it contains. This man is nothing but a very well paid whore. He is the farthest thing one can imagine from a hero. The tragedy is that his kind are so common.

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In this series of images from the film WALT BEFORE MICKEY we see the young Disney have his teacher slam his desktop down on his hands for drawing cartoons in his textbook. Our schools don't generate great spirits. They do their best to crush them into conformity.

In this series of images from the film WALT BEFORE MICKEY we see the young Disney have his teacher slam his desktop down on his hands for drawing cartoons in his textbook. Our schools don’t generate great spirits. They do their best to crush them into conformity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

JESUS, THE SHROUD Ian Wilson.

Shroud MayYesterday after I had posted some flyers about THE SHROUD OF TURIN at THE CINEFORUM a fellow I know called to say he had seen a TV special in which it was shown that the image on the Shroud had been created by wrapping the cloth around a statue.

When I told him that was not true he abruptly hung up the phone.

Too bad for him. When what we wish to believe gets in the way of the evidence we are willfully blind.

I have acquired all the available information I can get on this subject. While not everything I do have considerable. Chief among the writers on THE SHROUD OF TURIN is Ian Wilson. From Wilson’s THE MYSTERIOUS SHROUD we read:

“Those who dismiss the Shroud (of Turin) as being the work of an artist often accuse the STURP (Shroud Of Turin Research Project) of having been an overly religious group so committed to the idea of the Shroud’s genuineness that they have blinded themselves to any evidence to the contrary. Such a view is equally as unfair as uncharitable attitudes towards Dr. Walter McCrone. A census of the religious affiliations of the Shroud team conducted by Tom D’Muhala revealed six agnostics, two Mormons, three Jews, four Catholics, with the rest varying colors of Protestant: Methodist, Lutheran, Congregationalist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Episcopalian, and Dutch Reformed. While it would be true to say that certain key individuals such as Dr. John Jackson are deeply religious, the chemical evidence on which much of this chapter is based  happens to derive principally from a nonpracticing Jew, Dr. Alan Adler. And for a staunch Episcopalian such as thermal chemist Dr. Ray Rogers, the attitude even before setting foot in Turin was one of objective scientific skepticism: “I really was about 50% sure we’d walk in, spend thirty minutes looking at it, and decide that it was hoaxed…not worth doing our tests on…” (pg. 97).

“Overall, as Dr. Alan Adler would sum up the exhaustive work he and his colleagues have done on the Shroud: ‘By the rules of science we have not been able to unauthenticate this image.’ This is another way of saying that science has not been able to prove the Shroud the work of human hands, and that, as we are about to see, has remarkable relevance on a reconsideration of the Shroud’s early history.” (pg. 11).

Some state that neither Jesus not the Apostles saw Jesus as divine. That is not so.

John 20:24-31Modern English Version (MEV)

Jesus and Thomas

24 But Thomas, one of the twelve, called The Twin, was not with them when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”

But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail prints in His hands, and put my finger in the nail prints, and put my hand in His side, I will not believe.”

26 After eight days His disciples were again inside with the doors shut, and Thomas was with them. Jesus came and stood among them, and said, “Peace be with you.” 27 Then He said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and look at My hands. Put your hand here and place it in My side. Do not be faithless, but believing.”

28 Thomas answered Him, “My Lord and my God!”

29 Jesus said to him, “Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen, and have yet believed.”

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2020%3A24-31

Some ask if Thomas actually put his finger in the holes. I can only say that confronted with what Thomas was confronted with I would not put my finger in those holes. The point here, however, is Thomas’ reply. He says, “My Lord and My God.”

Confronted with the absoluteness of what stood before him Thomas saw what many fail to see; the door opening on a completely new understanding of reality.

There is another, and equally important, part of this that many, practically everyone, fails to see:

John 14:12-14 (New International Version) 12: Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. 13 And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. 14 You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.   https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+14%3A12-14

Conventional Christianity teaches that Jesus is the only begotten Son Of God.

John 1 states different:

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.10 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. 11 He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—13 children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+1&version=NIV

We are called to see ourselves in en entirely new light.

To do that requires a courage that only can be called crazy. Start being crazy.–Reg Hartt 04/30/2016.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mysterious-Shroud-Ian-Wilson/dp/0385247486/275-7843231-6398821?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*

https://www.shroud.com/books.htm

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mysterious-Shroud-Ian-Wilson/dp/0385247486/275-7843231-6398821?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0

https://www.shroud.com/books.htm

http://www.thecultureconcept.com/circle/shroud-of-turin-conversation-controversy-melbourne-2014

JESUS THE EVIDENCE:

http://www.equip.org/article/jesus-the-evidence/

BBC Jesus The Evidence:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_-zsoUjqjU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YxoeBzC4CE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUywIdr9ems

Other:

http://www.catholicworldreport.com/Blog/3783/the_other_shroud_of_christ.aspx

http://theshroudofturin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ian-wilsons-turin-shroud-theories-are.html

Ancient Chinese Calligraphy And Adam and Eve:

http://considerthegospel.org/blog/2013/02/17/was-there-an-adam-the-testimony-of-the-ancient-chinese/

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Standing Up To A Bully

tumblr_m2rnvjEk5L1qklsvwo1_500The Site Toronto.Com describes what myself and others (they ignore the others) as a feud. It is not.

This is the first notice on the web about James Gillis (Dr. Jamie) destroying other people's posters and leaving death threats on their telephone.

This is the first notice on the web about James Gillis (Dr. Jamie) destroying other people’s posters and leaving death threats on their telephone. It dates from 2010. It would be nice to see the folk at Toronto.Com do their homework.

http://www.toronto-ontario.com/2016/01/23/the-10-most-famous-toronto-feuds/

Reg Hartt vs. James Gillis
The feud between these two was described as the Toronto poster wars. Hartt, who runs the Cineforum, has long used posters to advertise his events, as has Gillis through his company Dr. Jamie’s Events. Hartt claims that Gillis distributed slanderous posters about him, which he says forced him to respond with accusatory posters of his own.

http://www.metronews.ca/news/canada/2015/07/27/the-story-behind-personal-poster-feud-playing-out-on-toronto-streets.html

Contrary to what the above report this is not a feud.

James Gillis (aka “Dr. Jamie”) has been tearing down other people’s posters, tearing them up, covering them up, and leaving death threats on people’s telephones since he began professionally putting up posters in 2000.

Here are what more responsible journalists have reported:

Oliver Moore, GLOBE AND MAIL Feature Story “STANDING UP TO A BULLY” http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/

WIKIPEDIA Reg Hartt: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reg_Hartt

Lawrence Solomon NATIONAL POST: http://business.financialpost.com/fp-comment/lawrence-solomon-fords-blow-for-film-freedom

Joe Fiorito, TORONTO STAR: http://business.financialpost.com/fp-comment/lawrence-solomon-fords-blow-for-film-freedom

See timeline with links here:

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=15626

Hear Daniel Goggin, former James Gillis (Dr. Jamie) employee speak abut being targeted with smear posters:

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=15224

Dr. Jamie (James Gillis) targeted Daniel Goggin with this poster. Hundreds of them were posted.

Dr. Jamie (James Gillis) targeted Daniel Goggin with this poster. Hundreds of them were posted.

Dr. Jamie (James Gillis) targeted Daniel Goggin with this poster. Hundreds of them were posted.

Dr. Jamie (James Gillis) targeted Daniel Goggin with this poster. Hundreds of them were posted.

This poster, from around 2010, was the first poster ever I ever saw put up on Toronto streets offering to pay $500.00 to have someone's legs broken. It was put up by James Gillis (aka Dr. Jamie).

This poster, from around 2010, was the first poster ever I ever saw put up on Toronto streets offering to pay $500.00 to have someone’s legs broken. It was put up by James Gillis (aka Dr. Jamie).

Dr Jamie 4, 11, 2015 (2)

City of Toronto Postering Bylaws:

http://www1.toronto.ca/wps/portal/contentonly?vgnextoid=08cb83cf89870410VgnVCM10000071d60f89RCRD&vgnextchannel=2f5b19f155cb0410VgnVCM10000071d60f89RCRD

http://www.toronto.ca/311/knowledgebase/43/101000044643.html

Videos Of Poster Abuse:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqLbmihHZMk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjFD-I08Jdk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmeqU3E7tYs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Txx4Xr1Sb9Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9dRGjnSxXc

Just a few of the thousands of posters put up around Toronto smearing myself. This has been going on for about sixteen years.

Everyday I find flyers myself and others have posted torn into confetti and placed in clumps behind posters promoting DR. JAMIES POSTER SERVICE.

Everyday I find flyers myself and others have posted torn into confetti and placed in clumps behind posters promoting DR. JAMIES POSTER SERVICE.

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This flyer was posted everywhere when Adam Vaughan ran for parliament last year. I thought Adam would have acted to end this once he saw himself smeared. I thought wrong.

“It ever was, and is, and shall be; Everlasting fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.”

“I had wonderful teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that, I’m afraid, the teachers were nice, but they were dopes…I have a lack of ideology, and not because I have an animus against any particular ideology; it’s just that they don’t make sense to me…they get in the way of thinking. I don’t see what use they are…University and uniformity, as ideals, have subtly influenced how people thought about education, politics, economics, government, everything…We are misled by universities and other intellectual institutions to believe that there are separate fields of knowledge. But it’s clear there are no separate fields of knowledge. It is a seamless web.”-Jane Jacobs.

As vapor slowed down becomes water and then ice, as Human beings we are ICE. As what we are becoming we are FIRE, LIVING FIRE.

We are energy, fire to the ancients, slowed down so that it becomes matter.

The letters “INRI” which Pilate placed over the head of Jesus on the Cross conventionally reads “Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum” (“Jesus the Nazorean, King of the Jews.”). From Emmanuel Feltaous, who lived here, I learned it can also mean “Ignis Naturalis Regeneratis Ignis” which means “Fire Made Flesh Reborn As Fire.” As Heraclitus long ago stated, “It ever was, and is, and shall be; Everlasting fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.”

This is exactly the same as Einstein’s theory of Relativity: The amount of mass, the amount of energy in the cosmos is constant but variable. As mass grows more, energy grows less. An energy grows more, mass grows less. The sum total of both together however remains forever the same. Actually, it is all energy. Mass is just energy moving slow enough that we can see it.

All of us, you, me, all of us are living fire.

We are more than most dream of.

Contrary to what most think instead of denying Evolution Jesus points the way to the next step in our Evolution when we know ourselves fully for what we are.

All of our yesterdays become today. Tomorrow belongs to us. We are forever.

As Jane Jacobs said, “It is a seamless web.”–Reg Hartt 04/28/2016.Shroud May 3

May 2016 @ The Cineforum

May 2016 At The Cineforum, 463 Bathurst, Toronto. 416-603-6643.

Donation $10.00.

Saturday, April 30, Sunday, May 1

02:00 pm: MONSTER KID HOME MOVIES (2005) Robert Tinnel.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467472/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHtxwO298lo

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: THE HOLLYWOOD CARTOON

09:00 pm: Spoken Word: Reg Hartt; WHAT I LEARNED WITH LSD (A lot)

11:59pm:

Monday, May 2, 9, 16, 23, 30.

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: Herman Hesse SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070689/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z8_hzSfZr0

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%281972_film%29

09:00 pm: David Bowie: ZIGGY STARDUST (1973) D. A. Pennebaker.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086643/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ziggy_Stardust_and_the_Spiders_from_Mars_%28film%29

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmmmqGsi-iw

11:59 pm: Elvis Presley: WILD IN THE COUNTRY (1961) Philip Dunne.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055623/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_in_the_Country

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poTg28DDiNk

Tuesday, May 3, 10, 17, 24, 31.

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: Herman Hesse SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070689/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z8_hzSfZr0

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%281972_film%29

09:00 pm: David Bowie: MERRY CHRISTMAS, MR. LAWRENCE (1983) Nagisa Oshima

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085933/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merry_Christmas,_Mr._Lawrence

http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/merry-christmas-mr-lawrence-1983

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AALrrgEOlvU

https://www.criterion.com/films/27512-merry-christmas-mr-lawrence

11:59 pm: Elvis Presley: JAILHOUSE ROCK (1957) Richard Thorpe.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050556/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jailhouse_Rock_%28film%29

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jewUhkkGZf0

Wednesday, May 4,

02:00 pm: Music in Film: THE HOLLYWOOD SOUND (1995) Joshua Waletzky.  Narrated and hosted by John Mauceri. With the aid (and occasional cheeky interference) of David Raksin, one of the few survivors of Hollywood’s ‘Golden Age’ and the BBC National Orchestra of Wales under conductor John Mauceri playing to a big screen, this loving tribute to the great studio composers underlines the importance of their contribution to the success of so many classics. Such names as Alfred Newman, Max Steiner and Erich Wolfgang Korngold are mulled over and a number of key sequences recreated with live music for the camera (notably The Adventures of Robin Hood), but the real gem is Raksin’s account of how he came to compose the Laura theme. Educational and thrilling.

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: Herman Hesse SIDDHARTHA (1973) Conrad Rooks.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070689/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z8_hzSfZr0

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%281972_film%29

09:00 pm: David Bowie: THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH (1976) Nicholas Roeg.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074851/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Fell_to_Earth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfccDapMA14

http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-man-who-fell-to-earth-2011

11:59 pm: Elvis Presley: FLAMING STAR (1960) Don Siegel, Mickey Moore

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053825/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaming_Star

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKxlRpw1_SA

Thursday, May 5,

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: Herman Hesse SIDDHARTHA (1973) Conrad Rooks

09:00 pm: David Bowie: THE HUNGER (1983) Tony Scott

http://www.shocktillyoudrop.com/news/features/394629-appreciation-david-bowies-performance-1983s-hunger/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9IDoAPC6Ps

11:59 pm: Elvis Presley: KING CREOLE  (1958) Michael Curtiz.

http://www.elvis-history-blog.com/king-creole.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfkLnZhhoTY

Saturday, May 7, 14, 21, 28.

02:00 pm: MONSTER KID HOME MOVIES (2005) Robert Tinnel.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467472/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHtxwO298lo

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: METROPOLIS (1926) Fritz Lang.  Score Created By Reg Hartt

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017136/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolis_%281927_film%29

About Reg Hartt’s Score For METROPOLIS:

“Last week I finally got a chance to see a film I have been trying to see for literally years. That film is METROPOLIS, and I don’t mean Giorgio Moroder’s head-banger version. No, I’m talking about the most complete version of the film as it was meant to be seen in a l6mm print so clear, so clean you’d think the film was made a year ago. Wow. I mean I have been hearing stories about METROPOLIS for a long time, but I never thought my expectations would be met let alone far surpassed. And this without the “help” of Mr. Moroder. Does this mean there wasn’t a soundtrack? “Far from it. Accompanying the film was a brilliant (and I mean brilliant) soundtrack combining both modern music and classical pieces. This soundtrack suited the film when we all know Moroder’s didn’t. So who has this print of the film? Reg Hartt….If you know anything about Reg Hartt you know his lectures are anything but boring. He’s thrown chairs at people, kicked non-believers out, slandered near everyone under the sun (who usually deserves it) and started near riots. In other words, a real entertaining guy. Honestly. Reg is a lot of fun, he knows more about film (and the politics of film) than all of my teachers combined. And his soundtracks!”–From a letter to Ottawa’s Towne Cinema:

 

“I have left so many cinemas looking like I’ve been smelling onions for two hours that it is a pleasure and a catharsis to alert you to a redeeming film experience I enjoyed recently. It was not exactly an epiphany, but when something brilliant comes along, it deserves comment beyond self congratulations on managing to stay awake. “What I’m referring to is a recent screening of Fritz Lang’s METROPOLIS I attended at Reg Hartt’s Cineforum. I’ve seen the film with every sort of accompaniment except organ grinder and a monkey. When organ and even the now rare orchestral accompaniments have been attached to one of the “silent” classics, it is still hard to avoid the giggle factor what with all the usual silent movie grand overwrought gestural school of acting methods. However, Reg Hartt has completely transcended the predictable approach and has presented a classic film with a brilliant multi-layered sound track that forgives the histrionic giggle factor. Hartt allows us to see a great film with a fresh perspective. “I am not Mr. Hartt’s P. R. council but as someone who has been in the film industry for decades and who celebrates cinematic excellence,I hope you will take the opportunity to experience this superb revitalization of METROPOLIS with its innovative music track.”–DOUGLAS ELIUK, education officer National Film Board of Canada; Canadian Cultural Attaché to America.

Sunday, May 8, 15, 22, 29.

02:00 pm: Sabu: THE JUNGLE BOOK (1942) Zoltan Korda.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0034928/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabu_Dastagir

05:00 pm: JANE JACOBS FILM FEST

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Age_Ahead

https://nextcity.org/daily/entry/jane-jacobs-100th-birthday-walking-tours

07:00 pm: SALVADOR DALI/LUIS BUNUEL FILM FEST

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0020530/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021577/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Un_Chien_Andalou

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L’Age_d’Or

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021577/

09:00 pm: THE GENIUS OF ANIMATION DIRECTOR/PRODUCER FRIZ FRELENG

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0293989/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friz_Freleng

11:59 pm: Poetry Spoken Word: Reg Hartt GILGAMESH

https://books.google.com/books/about/Gilgamesh.html?id=uBIxAAAACAAJ

Siddhartha May Shroud May Shroud May 2 Monster Kid Home Movies Metropolis May Jane Jacobs Gilgamesh May Elvis May Dali May Bowie May

 

 

 

For Mad Folk Only…Reg Hartt, GILGAMESH & PIERRE DALTON

GILGAMESHPierre DaltonTHE I CHING teaches inferior men try to create order out of chaos while superior men recognize the order inherent IN what appears to be chaos. Jane Jacobs recognized this: “There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served.”

Young man with a tattoo of Arthur Rimbaud. If you don't know who he is and think yourself a poet you are not.

Young man with a tattoo of Arthur Rimbaud. If you don’t know who he is and think yourself a poet you are not.

In 1980 Alexander Inglis, whom I met at my programs, gave me a copy of the Sumerian EPIC OF GILGAMESH. On May 23, 1981 the body of my brother Michael was found dead in a baseball park. He had killed himself. After his funeral my family thinking I was going to kill myself (I had no intention of it) stuck me against my will in McMaster Psychiatric Hospital where, forced to take the drugs they gave me I found myself becoming a zombie. I was told it would take from six months to six years for the effects of the medication had been given to wear off. When I found by accident I could leave I walked out. I had no money. Most of the people I had thought friends I found were not. The years passed. In 1992 I was invited to Montreal to perform at Café Campus for three days. The promoter told me capacity was 300 sitting and 300 standing. That is a total of 600. “We are sold out!” he said the first night. “How many?” I asked. He said, “300.” I said, “There’s way more than 300 here.” He said, “330.” The next night he said, “We’re sold out!” I asked, “How many?” He said, “Same as last night.” I don’t mind being lied to. I just don’t like being badly lied to. The next morning I caught the train back to Toronto. I tore up the money. I did not ask for a dime. During the time I was in Montreal I kept seeing a very intense young man.

That night in Toronto I had a program of films by Jean Cocteau. My friend Simon Waegemaekers, creator of THE MUSEUM FOR TEXTILES, was going to run it. I told him I had come back adding there was no need for him to come. He said, “I was looking forward to it. Why don’t I take care of them coming in. You take care of them leaving.” I saw none of the people who entered. I did see them leave. To my surprise one of the people leaving was the doppelganger of the fellow I had seen in Montreal. I invited him to have a beer. He said, “I’d like to live with you.” He brought in a number of books on and by poets. Reading one of them I found GILGAMESH flashing by my eyes. I wrote it down.

For some years now that man has been living in Ireland. This year he has been touring with is music. He was invited to stay in the country home of Arthur Rimbaud. Fuck man, it does not get better than that!

There are many who say I’m crazy. They right. I’m fucking nuts. Too bad they are not. A long time ago Plato wrote, “He who without the Muse’s madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.”

I got the Muse’s madness in my soul. I surrendered to it long ago as one does to a lover.

Once I had printed GILGAMESH I gave copies to friends.

Said Al Aronowitz, The Blacklisted Journalist who had introduced Bob Dylan (whom he met in a laundromat) to Allen Ginsberg and The Beatles, “It made me tingle.”

Said John Herbert, who wrote the only play by a Canadian the whole world saluted, “It’s magical. Very, very powerful.”

Said Thomson Highway, whose brother Rene had lived with me, “It’s remarkable.”

Said Jane Jacobs, “It’s amazing. I really liked it!”

Said Judith Merril, “It’s a page turner.”

Said PALLOKAVILLE’s SETH, “Wow! This is great. Much better than any other version I have read.”\

Said John Robert Columbo, “I did not know you are a poet. I did not think free verse suited to the epic form. When I started it, I did not think I would like it but you pulled it off. The sexual scenes are suitably barbaric. It is written with great power. You have travelled the hero’s journey to the dark side of existence. You have  returned the naked flesh to the bare bones of the epic. It is better than anything by the half dozen people who regularly win prizes for poetry in this country.”

When I began giving readings of GILGAMESH in 1992 one man stayed after while everyone else left. He said, “People can learn here.”

I replied, “Some do. Most do not. What do you do?”

He said, “I am an archaeologist, an Egyptologist and a Sumerologist. You are a Crazy-Wisdom-Yogin.”

I said, “I hear crazy often enough. What does the rest of that mean?”

He replied, “It is the highest compliment I, as a Buddhist, can pay. It means you are living absolutely the life you are teaching.”

I replied, “I would not say that. I know how far below the mark I fall. Would you care for a beer?”

He did. We drank until near dawn. It turned out he had accompanied The Dalai Lama on his first journey across Canada.

Yep, I’m crazy. Too bad for those of you who are not.

In June that young poet who fired my Muse will be in Toronto at THE PUBLIC ENEMY/THE CINEFORUM. His name is Pierre Dalton.

He will also be, for Mothers and those of you afraid to come here at THE FREE TIMES CAFÉ.

Mad folk only, thank you very much.–Reg Hartt 04/26/2016.

http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/CharlevilleE.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rimbaudhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rimbaud

http://www.poemhunter.com/arthur-rimbaud/

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/arthur-rimbaud

http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/Biography.html

CRAZY JANE TALKS WITH THE BISHOP

I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I.
“Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon run dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul pigsty.”

“Fair and foul and near of kin,
And fair needs foul,” I cried,
“My friends are gone, but that’s the truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart’s pride.

“A woman can be proud and stiff
when on love intent;
But love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not first been rent!”

William Butler Yeats.

The Death And Life Of Great Movies

Once upon a time movie theaters sat 5,000 people.Ticket prices were $2 a seat when D. W.Griffith premiered THE BIRTH OF A NATION. That is over $50 a seat in today's money. Over 65% of the population regularly went to the movies.Today's theaters seat at most 500.Today less than 15% of us regularly go to the movies.The movies long ago ceased mattering to most of us.

Once upon a time movie theaters sat 5,000 people.Ticket prices were $2 a seat when D. W. Griffith premiered THE BIRTH OF A NATION. That is over $50 a seat in today’s money. Over 65% of the population regularly went to the movies.Today’s theaters seat at most 500.Today less than 15% of us regularly go to the movies.The movies long ago ceased mattering to most of us.

51FM4JpLtsLhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terry_Ramsaye

Terry Ramsaye‘s A MILLION AND ONE NIGHTS AT THE MOVIES (1925) is the first great history of the movies. From it I learned that the ten minute length of motion pictures came about because a couple of fellows wanted to film boxing matches. A round lasts ten minutes. They asked Thomas Edison if he could create a roll of film long enough to capture a boxing round.

From it I learned that the audience for movies at the time of the book’s publication was between the age of 11 to 30, primarily between 14 and 14. Interestingly enough, that is still the parameters today but with one big difference.

At that time the audience for motion pictures was primarily female. Today it is primarily male.

In THE CINEMA YEAR BY YEAR 1894 to 2002 ( http://www.amazon.com/Cinema-Year-1894-2002-Robyn-Karney/dp/0751349690   ) I read that in the nineteen twenties over 65% of the public went to the movies on a regular basis. That figure in 2002 was less than 15%.

Movies today are designed for 13 year old Asian boys. It once was 13 year old boys. Now it is 13 year old Asian boys.

The movies as a mass popular art form and an industry are dead.

Generally people think of motion pictures made at the dawn of the cinema as old movies.

They are not.

They are young movies.

The movies from the youth of the cinema are bold, brash, and daring. They are all the things we associate with you.

Today’s motion pictures are arthritic. With every shot story boarded before the cameras begin to roll they are little more than comic books.

As well, everything that might possibly cause offense is removed just as seasonings that might upset a stomach are removed from the diet of old people.

I will be seventy come June 12. I know a little bit about what can happen to us as we grow older because I have watched it happen in so many others.

In my youth I was encouraged by my teachers to be a writer. I saw the movies as the medium in our time print had been in the nineteenth century.

It is forgotten that the great writers of that era wrote their novels to be serialized in newspapers. People bought the newspaper to find out what happened in the next chapter of A TALE OF TWO CITIES, DAVID COPPERFIELD, THE THREE MUSKETEERS, CRIME AND PUNISHMENT, WAR AND PEACE

My first love, unlike many who are into movies, is reading.

The movies, in general, pay poor justice to the books they are based on though now and then movies come along that surpass their source.

I grew up in a small town in New Brunswick, Canada called Minto.

The first movie I remember seeing was a Roy Rogers’ picture in color. With it was a Tweety and Sylvester cartoon.

It was fun, of course, but not extraordinary. I was probably four or five.

I do remember that we loved THE THREE STOOGES. Kids who go to the movies today don’t share the experience I had, that kids before me had. Going to the movies now is like going to a restaurant where all we get is a steak. No potatoes. No vegetables. Just interminable ads for things most of don’t want plus previews for upcoming attractions we will probably skip.

I have taken my title for this piece from Jane Jacobs‘ book, THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Great_American_Cities  ).

Every week on Sunday at 5pm I run a program of films devoted to Mrs. Jacobs and her ideas. In one of those films she states, “I had great teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that the teachers were nice but they were dopes.”

Mrs. Jacobs never went beyond grade twelve academically. She remains the most important thinker about cities of our time.

Like Mrs. Jacobs I learned everything I had to learn from my first and second grade teachers.

Asked to draw stick figures of men and women I passed in stick figure nudes. My first grade teacher, who was the wife of the principal, said, “Oh! You are an artist!”

She gave me bits of colored chalk. She encouraged me.

In second grade my teacher took one look at my stick figure nudes, tore them up and said, “You have a dirty mind.” Instead of bits of colored chalk she gave me beatings because I refused to change.

I had learned a very important lesson. I had learned that a teacher could be wrong. I learned it early.

I would not say the rest after that were dopes. Most, however, were.

My fellow students, taking their direction from my second grade teacher said I had a dirty mind and added that I was crazy and stupid.

From them I learned another important lesson. I learned to be strong enough to stand alone.

When I decided to be a film maker I began to read books on the art, history and business of motion pictures. What I did not know was that many of the writers of the books about the art of the cinema were Marxist Communists taking orders from Russia and, no, I am not making this up.

I tried in vain to get the local cinemas first in New Brunswick and then in Ontario to run the films I was reading about. They looked at me like I was a one kid Communist plot to put them out of business.

Luckily, in the pages of James Warren and Forrest J Ackerman’s magazine FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND I saw an ad from a fellow named John Griggs who offered many important silent films I gad read about on 8mm film (as well as 16mm).

For $50.00 plus shipping and customs I bought an 8mm print of Fritz Lang’s 1927 film, METROPOLIS which Ackerman raved about every chance he got. Wow! I had seen nothing like it.

Then I bought the Lon Chaney 1925 film, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Again, wow!

Before I had seen the films I had read the books they were based on. These were the first movies I saw that actually surpassed not only the books they were based on but also my expectations. Soon I had 8mm prints of THE BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN, THE BIRTH OF A NATION, and many other silent films.

My family and friends thought me crazy for wasting my money on silent films that, in their minds, no one else was interested in.

One morning my high school principal roared at me that I had the wrong attitude and would starve in two weeks if I left school that day. Then he said, “Where are you going?” I replied, “To see if you are right.”

That was in the dead of winter in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. That night, with money borrowed from a friend, I arrived on the streets of Toronto. I thought I had a friend in Toronto. I thought wrong.

“Most teachers say you should go to school to get your degree to have something to fall back on. Aside from being a huge lie, that also creates a very high level of mediocrity, because nobody who really believes that is going to take the leap of faith required to be a serious artist. Stay out of school,” Ellis Marsalis said to his sons Branford, Delfeayo and Wynton.

Without knowing it I had taken that leap of faith.

While I arrived in Toronto to discover I did not have a friend I have found and continue to find many friends.

With the help of a man I met by chance that first night in Toronto I found a job. A fellow I worked with took me to a store on Queen Street West that sold old comic books, newspapers, magazines and movie posters. When the store’s owner, George Henderson, found I had 8mm prints of movies most could only read about he invited me to show them in an upstairs room in his store. Once I began doing that I discovered the great joy that comes from sharing what I know to be great with others who know it too.

For myself, there is no greater pleasure.

I want my audiences to know before they experience a motion picture what it is about the film that matters most. I did and do this by giving talks before the showing. Some object to my telling them what they do already know. Their numbers, though strident, are few.

In 1968 I opened an alternate screening space 39 steps above a pool hall on the East side of Yonge at Yorkville. I could have called it THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS after the Alfred Hitchcock classic. Instead I called it THE PUBLIC ENEMY after the film that had made James Cagney a star.

On a rainy Saturday in September of 1968, a day I thought no one would come out as the weather was so bad, I arrived to find a man, a woman, their two sons and their daughter waiting in the rain.

It was the family of Robert and Jane Jacobs newly arrived in Toronto.

They had come to see Lon Chaney in the 1923 film, THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME. They came back regularly. Two years later my screenings were in Rochdale College where, under then President Peter Turner, I served as Director Of Cinema Studies. One day I saw a picture of Mrs. Jacobs in a newspaper. After reading the article I bought and read her book, THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES. I have read it through several times. Not only have I read all of her books I have also received fan letters from Jane Jacobs. There are not many who got those.

Reviews of my work at the moment tend to run to, “Reg Hartt, crazy old man who shows films in his home and yells at people who say they just want to see a movie…”

5. The Cineforum (463 Bathurst St)

The Cineforum is a staple to Toronto’s alternative film scene even though it is run by a man who plays films in his living room and yells at you.  Reg Hartt set up a theatre in his Victorian-style home in 1992, where the public can come and watch an alternative film for a suggested donation of $20, or $10 if you’re under 24 years of age.  The theatre fits 20 people and is essentially rows of office chairs. The walls are covered in strange film memorabilia.  Hartt delivers a lecture before and after each film and is famously known to yell and swear at his guests, especially if they request a modern film.

http://www.narcity.com/toronto/the-top-8-most-unusual-toronto-attractionsactivities/

Film buff Reg Hartt is famous for his collection of cartoons, classic silent films and early “talkies,” which he exhibits almost daily (accompanied by his uniquely acerbic commentaries) in the living room of his Bathurst Street home. Hartt calls himself a good neighbour to U of T, saying “I wisen up the kids who come here. I turn them on to things they didn’t expect to be turned on to and spark their creativity.”

http://magazine.utoronto.ca/cover-story/exploring-the-community-around-u-of-t-campus/

http://thevarsity.ca/2015/10/25/the-house-that-hartt-built/

Oscar Hammerstein III said, “Being knowing and blase is really the sign of a very unsophisticated person. The most sophisticated thing one person can say to another is, ‘I know nothing about that. Please tell me.'”

Over a beer in her home after I had taken her to see the 2002 film CHICAGO Jane Jacobs said to me, “The best part of what you offer is what you have to say.”

This year we mark the centenary of Jane Jacobs.

During one of the many attacks I have experienced against my work a writer in the the now defunct weekly, EYE, Laura Lind, wrote, “Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She is a regular.”

Many think Mrs. Jacobs just came to my programs for the movies. She didn’t. She came for the ideas.

She wrote, “Old ideas are sometimes found in new buildings. New ideas, by necessity, are found in old buildings.”

THE PUBLIC ENEMY/THE CINEFORUM is in an old row house on Bathurst Street in Toronto.

Mrs. Jacobs was not the only person of note to find value at The Cineforum.

“Visitors to Reg Hartt’sCineforum, the funky Victorian row development in downtown Toronto that is both movie emporium and Hartt’s house, might be in for a bit of a surprise if they showup the evening of Dec. 11. There to greet them will be none other than Pierre Berton, the 82-year-old dean of popular Canadian non-fiction.

“Berton will be on hand as special guest at a potpourri presentation called nHad Cats in Cartoons. Hartt, the man who first brought Deep Throat to Ontario and keeps bringing Triumph of the Will, the original Metropolis, Un Chien Andalou et al. to Toronto audiences, is including Krazy Kat, Felix the Cat and Tom and Jerry animations in the program.

“Berton’s taking it in because (1) “he loves Reg,” according to his longtime agent, Elsa Franklin, and (2) his latest book, a memoir, is titled Cats I Have Known and Loved. In fact, if you bring a copy with you to Cineforum, you get in free, and you can get it autographed.”

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/hmvs-swingin-with-the-singles/article22397912/

That’s not too shabby for a kid who was told if he walked out of high school he’d starve in two weeks.

Had I not left I would have starved.

THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT MOVIES is the title I will be using for my upcoming programs.

Join me at THE CINEFORUM.–Reg Hartt 04, 25, 2016.

Two of the many letters I have received from Jane Jacobs.

Jane Jacobs fan letter Jane Jacobs letter re TRIUMPH OF THE WILL

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday & Sunday @ The Cineforum

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Everyone says you are crazy…

“Everyone says you are crazy,” a younger friend said last week.

Well, not everyone.

Some very exceptional people have over the years endorsed my work.

The more we are ourself, whatever that is, the more likely people afraid of being themselves will say we are crazy.

The problem today is that there are not enough crazy people.

From ON LIBERTY by John Stuart Mill; “The initiation of all wise or noble things comes and must come from individuals; generally at first from some one individual. The honor and glory of the average man is that he is capable of following that initiative; that he can respond to wise and noble things: I am not countenancing the sort of ‘hero worship’ which applauds the strong man of genius for forcibly seizing on the government and making it do his bidding in spite of itself. All he can claim is freedom to point the way. The power of compelling others into it is not only inconsistent with the freedom and development of the rest, but corrupting to the strong man himself. It does seem, however, that when the opinions of masses of merely average men are everywhere become or becoming the dominant power, that the counterpoint and corrective to that tendency would be the more and more pronounced individuality of those who stand on the higher eminences of thought. It is in these circumstances most especially, that exceptional individuals, instead of being deterred, should be encouraged in acting differently from the mass. In other times there was no advantage in doing so, unless they acted not only differently but better. In this age, the mere example of non-conformity, the mere refusal to bend the knee to custom, is itself a service. Precisely because the tyranny of opinion is such as to make eccentricity a reproach, it is desirable, in order to break through that tyranny, that people should be eccentric.

“Eccentricity has always abounded when and where strength of character has abounded; and the amount of eccentricity in a society has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor and moral courage it contained. That so few now dare to be eccentric marks the chief danger of the time.” ( http://www.bartleby.com/130/   ).

John Stuart Mill wrote the above in the 19th Century. Today, in the 21st Century, his words are even more important.

“Old ideas are sometimes found in new buildings. New ideas, by necessity, are found in old buildings.”–Jane Jacobs (author of THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES, DARK AGE AHEAD).

“Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”–Laura Lind, EYE Weekly.

I first met Jane Jacobs in 1968. She and her family had just moved to Toronto to become Canadians to keep their sons from being sent to their deaths in Vietnam. Would that more Americans had followed their example. There is nothing particularly patriotic about the body of a boy rotting away to shore up the best interests of big business.

Damn few people ever got fan letters from Jane Jacobs. I have several.

I knew three remarkable American New York women. They were Jane Jacobs, Judith Merril, the mother of modern science/speculative fiction  and Doris Mehegan, who ran THE SPACED OUT LIBRARY (now THE MERRIL COLLECTION OF SF).

All three were people who stood up for nobodies.

By that I mean people so low on the social scale most passed them by without a second thought.

John Steinbeck wrote, “No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.”
Quite a few are not like ourselves at all.

Most, in fact, are like the Pharisees and the Scribes in Jesus’ Parable of The Good Samaritan:

Luke 10:25-37New International Version (NIV)

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’[a]; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b]

28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+10%3A25-37

What most miss is that the Priest and the Levite are both called to help but neither does. The Samaritan, on the other hand, was so viewed with contempt by Jews of that day, that the expert on in the law, when answering the question, “Which of these three was a neighbor to the man…?’ replies, not wanting to soil his tongue with the word “Samaritan,” replies, “The one who had mercy on him.”

We will meet an awful lot of people whose job it is to help who walk on by.

Since I have been under personal attack by one man determined to destroy me I have seen many who should have and who could have done something do nothing.

No shortage of those folks.

Exceptional people, like the Samaritan in this story, are not made exceptional by job title or by what they have been taught to believe. Most of what we are taught to believe is bull shit.

Exceptional people are exceptional by nature.

Over a beer in her home Jane Jacobs said to me, “The best part of what you have to offer is what you have to say.”

There is no shortage of people who have told me they would come to my programs if only they did not have to listen to me.

Not one of those people comes anywhere near the level of Jane Jacobs.

In this piece, Star writer Edward Keenan says “Alter ruminated on this for the CBC …and again when I spoke to him on the phone, invoking Jane Jacobs’ old maxim, “Old ideas can sometimes use new buildings. New ideas must use old buildings.”

“When she wrote that, in her 1961 book The Death and Life of Great American Cities, she meant that old buildings, a type synonymous with low-rent at the time, provide a home for riskier and lower-profit types of businesses — the kinds of businesses that might innovate but also provide neighbourhood diversity and character.

“’As for really new ideas of any kind — no matter how ultimately profitable or otherwise successful some of them might prove to be —” she wrote in the same passage, ‘there is no leeway for such chancy trial, error and experimentation in the high-overhead economy of new construction.’”

http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2016/04/19/in-praise-of-ugly-old-buildings-keenan.html

Keenan, in his piece, leaves out the old building which has been described as “everything Jane Jacobs wrote about.”

Ed, who has lived in Toronto all his life, has never been to The Cineforum. It doesn’t get a mention in his piece.

Next month we celebrate the 100th birthday of Jane Jacobs.

While that is going on the man who has been tearing my flyers and those of others into confetti he places in clumps behind his own posters will be doing what he has been doing for over 15 years.

The people whom I have notified, Ed among them, will stick their uppity noses in the air as they walk on by.

Not Jane, though.

She’d raise fucking Hell.

Over that same beer in her home she said of the paper before, THE TORONTO STAR, “I hate that paper.”

With good reason.

It talks the talk. It does not walk the walk.

It is not the only one.

Jane Jacobs saw street posters as the newspaper of the street.

THE SUPREME COURT OF CANADA defended street postering as FREEDOM OF SPEECH FOR THOSE WITHOUT ACCESS TO MAINSTREAM MEDIA.

Mainstream Media crosses the road and walks on by as one man destroys the posters of others for his own profit.

These videos were filmed on College Street from Bathurst to University, down University to Dundas, across Dundas to McCail, down McCaul to Queen, Queen West between Bathurst and University, King West between Spadina and University (also Adelaide and Richmond Street), north on Yonge to Bloor, Bloor from Yonge to Bathurst.

This has been going on since 2000.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqLbmihHZMk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjFD-I08Jdk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmeqU3E7tYs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Txx4Xr1Sb9Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9dRGjnSxXc

You want to celebrate 100 years of Jane Jacobs?

Then do what Jane would do which is everything in her power to stop this now.

Thank God not everyone is like Ed.

Some are, by nature, like Jane.

Jane Jacobs found new ideas at my programs. That, not the movies, was what she valued.

Ed Keenan is not eccentric. Nope, not Ed. Too bad for him.

–Reg Hartt 04/21-2016.

 

What I have learned through THE SHROUD OF TURIN

Robert J. Karris, at the conclusion of his commentary on ACTS OF THE APOSTLES Chapter 10:1 to 11:18, writes”God saves Hindus and Buddhists who do not believe in Jesus. If this is true, why be a Christian?”

My Protestant Commentary on the same passage has a lot more to say but backs off from the fullness of Karris’ comment.

To my mind this is because The Protestant Church, having at its birth having proclaimed The Pope Anti-Christ can not allow itself to see so a vast a statement of the love of God.

The Roman Catholic Church, of course, can embrace the idea.

Karris’s question, “If this is true, why be a Christian?” is THE question. My feeling is that it is a question each of us has to ask for them self.

I have answered it for myself. A question such as that demands knowledge of as much of the facts and issues we can gather. I don’t have at hand everything  I would like to have. I do have more than enough.

Ian Wilson is one of the most prolific writers on THE SHROUD OF TURIN with several books to his credit. I re-read Wilson’s book, MURDER AT GOLGOTHA, yesterday. Having just gotten the boot from the Facebook page of Canada’s largest Protestant Church for affirming what that church now denies and having often heard and read that The Apostles did not see Jesus as God I found myself siting electric when I read the following (incorrectly identified in Wilson’s book as John 24: 27-28. There is no John 24): John 20:26-28 New International Version (NIV)

26 A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” 27 Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” 28 Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”

 

( https: //www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+20%3A+26-28&version=NIV )

Whatever doubts Thomas had they were erased completely. He refers to the Risen Jesus as “My Lord and my God.”

Nor is he the only one.

Many writers write what they want to say without thoroughly thinking through the ideas they are dealing with.

No where does this happen more than with Jesus.

In JESUS THE EVIDENCE Wilson informs us that the historical Jesus, being from Galilee, dropped his “aitches.” That was what a Galilean accent was. To borrow from writer Thomas Cahill, Galilee was “bumfuck Israel.”

Imagine hearing THE SERMON FROM THE MOUNT not from the mouth of a skilled actor, orator or from a church pulpit but rather on a hill with breezes softly blowing from the mouth of a country carpenter who dropped his “aitches.”

Aitches or no aitches we are told this man had a presence that commanded attention from thousands who listened intently while he spoke.

Charles Brabazon, in his poem, THE FACE ON THE TURIN SHROUD, describes beautifully what it is to confront the man on the shroud.

Frederic Zugibe, in his book THE CRUCIFIXION OF JESUS, provides the most comprehensive study of The Shroud from a forensic examiner, a man used to performing autopsies. In it I learned that the idea that Jesus sweat blood in the garden of Gethsemane  prior to his arrest is not metaphor but a real condition brought on by intense stress  (  http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2810702/ ).

Too often it is said that people turn to the idea of God because they haven’t got what it takes to live in this world.

What this statement ignores is that the men and women who followed The Nazarene, as Jesus was called then, did so knowing that they placed their lives at risk. And not just at risk but at risk of the absolute worst punishment conjured up by that creature that calls itself Humanity. Nothing humane about it.

We have no idea today what a stumbling block it was and still is to say not only that God became Flesh in the person of Jesus of Nazareth but also that God did so knowing that this man Jesus would be called to be tested as has no man before or since.

Small wonder he sweat blood in anticipation of the gauntlet he had to walk.

Wilson’s MURDER AT GOLGOTHA literally poured out of him after seeing the Mel Gibson movie, THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST. Prior to reading this book I did not know that Gibson based his movie not on THE GOSPELS and THE NEW TESTAMENT writers but, rather, on the visions of Sister Anne Emmerich (http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/Christianity/2004/02/Another-Scriptwriter-For-Mel-Gibsons-Passion.aspx). This certainly accounts for the hysterical nature of the Gibson film, one too many are content to accept.

Ian Wilson, luckily for us, is among those who do not accept the Gibson version.

In MURDER AT GOLGOTHA he writes at depth about how Gibson got it wrong.

This is important. Too many forget that Jesus came not to judge or to damn but to save. Of course, there is the joke, “Jesus Saves. Moses invests.”

Those whom Jesus has touched deeply invest their lives, however, in an idea that we know from the start is not a welcome one.

“I don’t deserve to be crucified right side up. Please crucify me up side down,” we are told Peter said when his moment came. Paul, being a Roman Citizen, could not be crucified. He was beheaded.

I love it when people say this is all merely a metaphor. No one goes knowingly to their death for the sake of a metaphor as we know the Apostles did  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apostle_(Christian)     .

The failure of many to grasp even a glimpse of the fullness of Peter’s Vision is brought out here: http://www.all-creatures.org/discuss/svtacts10.1-11.18-flh.html  . In their travels to spread the ideas they had been given THE APOSTLES would be be invited into many homes that an orthodox Jew bound to THE LAW simply could not enter. As well, they would be presented with the full hospitality of those homes which means that foods would be presented to them. There is nothing more offensive than to refuse the hospitality of one’s host by saying the food you have been  given to eat is unclean.

Would that those who grasp this idea as an excuse to eat pork and other foods THE LAW considers unclean would only embrace the bigger idea.

Those who do grasp the fullness are with Paul:

Romans 7:19King James Version (KJV)

19 For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+7%3A19&version=KJV

We know we do not deserve the gift we have been given. We offer that gift knowing that many will say, “My lips have never touched anything common or unclean.”

Too bad for them.

Some say that I can not be in the Faith because I show films and give talks that no God fearing person would show or give.

Maybe God fearing people won’t. God loving people will.

For with the Nazarene nothing is common or unclean.

For more on THE SHROUD OF TURIN go here: https://www.shroud.com

To see an authorized life size replica come to The Cineforum. Bring some wine. Pick up a beer from THE BEER STORE across the street. There is no fee. Jesus gave his life for the world. I can give you a few moments of my time to allow you to meditate fully on the price we are all called to pay. Jesus led the way. We pick up our cross and follow.

As for those who say THE SHROUD OF TURIN is a fake. Let them say it. Barbara Frale has access to information most do not. She has filled in the gap.

We are what we are becoming. What are we becoming” Meister Eckhart wrote, “We have the seed of God in us. Hazel seeds grow hazel trees. Pear seeds grow pear trees. God seeds grow….”

John writes, “To those who receive him he gives the power to become the begotten children of God and our birth is not by flesh, blood nor the will nor power of man but by God.

The slaves, the lowest of the low, understood what today many who call themselves saved do not.

The slaves understood that in Christ they were equal not only to their masters but also to God.

Christianity at its best is pure blasphemy. It is daring to see ourself as equal to our Father.

That takes balls.

In India a “spiritual leader” led over 400 men to castrate themselves on the promise they would meet God   http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/spiritual-leader-allegedly-manipulated-400-men-into-removing-testicles-to-be-closer-to-god-10078095.html     .

Too many who think themselves on a spiritual path castrate themselves.

Why would God want to meet a bunch of men with no balls? Why would God want to meet with a bunch of men so silly they let themselves be castrated for a promise?

Last night I was in Gethsemane’s Garden.

This morning I am ready for anything.

Hope you are, too. Can a fool be corrected? This fool was.

How are we to approach God? As a child approaches their father for he is father of all. “Abba.” “Daddy.”

Many say only Jesus could do what he did. Jesus said, “What I have done you can do and more.” Let us see what, God’s grace, we can do. We are the begotten Children of God whether we accept it or not.–Reg Hartt, 4/20/2016.

While you are here watching MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL you cam meditate upon THE SHROUD OF TURIN. How anyone can look at this and choose not to see what is written on it is something I do not understand. One day I will.

While you are here watching MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL you cam meditate upon THE SHROUD OF TURIN. How anyone can look at this and choose not to see what is written on it is something I do not understand. One day I will.

 

This book deals authoritatively with all aspects of what THE SHROUD OF TURIN is, is not, and bears witness to.

This book deals authoritatively with all aspects of what THE SHROUD OF TURIN is, is not, and bears witness to.

http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-The-Evidence-Ian-Wilson/dp/0895262398

http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-The-Evidence-Ian-Wilson/dp/0895262398

Crime Scene Golgotha approaches Jesus's crucifiction from the perspecitive of a crime scene investigator: What do we know is fact? What can be historically documented? What can we deduce may have happened? Taking the popular CSI television dramas as inspiration, Crime Scene Golgotha is a direct reaction to Mel Gibson's much talked about movie The Passion of the Christ. Ian Wilson systematically outlines what is known for sure about Jesus's trial and crucifixion, as well as where art and the movies have gone astray. His investigatory methods include eyewitness testimony (that of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John), archeology, medical and forensic findings, and history, which systematically describe the most famous murder in history.

Crime Scene Golgotha approaches Jesus’s Crucifixion from the perspective of a crime scene investigator: What do we know is fact? What can be historically documented? What can we deduce may have happened?
Taking the popular CSI television dramas as inspiration, Crime Scene Golgotha is a direct reaction to Mel Gibson’s much talked about movie The Passion of the Christ. Ian Wilson systematically outlines what is known for sure about Jesus’s trial and crucifixion, as well as where art and the movies have gone astray. His investigatory methods include eyewitness testimony (that of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John), archeology, medical and forensic findings, and history, which systematically describe the most famous murder in history.

A very good commentary on THE ACTS OF THE APOSTLES.

A very good commentary on THE ACTS OF THE APOSTLES.

Barbara Frale's THE KNIGHTS TEMPLAR AND THE SHROUD OF TURINThe historian and researcher at the secret Vatican archive said she has found the words "Jesus Nazarene" on the shroud, proving it was the linen cloth which was wrapped around Christ's body.

Barbara Frale’s THE KNIGHTS TEMPLAR AND THE SHROUD OF TURIN. Barbara Frale, the historian and researcher at the secret Vatican archive said she has found the words “Jesus Nazarene” on the Shroud Of Turin, proving it was the linen cloth which was wrapped around Christ’s body.