Photo: Myra Lochner and Naka Pillman, October 3, 2009
Naka Pillman is an extraordinary soul, brilliant, as the star she was named after. I am fortunate to be linked to her in this temporary life, and I am linked to her forever in the Life Hereafter: two stars, so alike, it simply takes my breath away.
We have know each other since 1996, but only after I started to treat her on the Bemer 3000 (a miraculous regulating health treatment, refined in Germany) did I truly get to know her.
She gave me permission to tell the stories on my website. I am honored to be given this task of love. By writing her memoirs, I grow spiritually as well as emotionally.
I wish for you, my reader, to cherish these stories as do I and Naka.
Much love to all,
Myra
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Her mother was from a very wealthy family. Her grandfather a preacher. Her father a well-known attorney. She was expected to be a boy. Her
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soul now carries body, ailing
eyes sharp crystal blue of ocean -
She knew her mother hated the sight of her ...
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They drove down to the riverside on his motorbike.
She stood against the sun, her soft, transparent skirt swaying just below her calves. -
Naka, too small to be more than a nuisance and an irritation, trailed behind her teenager sister, the beautiful, popular Elma, always with
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With apologies to Shelley and Gibbons
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Sometimes when we speak, Naka, I see
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I see the fiery exterior and know we both hide
in our dark holes: there where the star -
You camped in a tin house in Primrose;
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Naka Pillman was a very good researcher. She threw herself into it heart and soul. She became a researcher after her father told her:
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She is a flower in a desert;
a bright star in darkened sky.19 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 17 4:36 AM. In Naka Pillman, Love, Admiration, Personal, Friendship, YAY to WOMEN!
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She could not live.
The pain was too overwhelming -
Her friend, an engineer, looked at the water leaking from the small aeroplane. No ways, he said, I am not boarding.
24 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 27 2:35 AM. In Wilderness, Creative Writing, Naka Pillman, Personal, Adventure -
The question lingered between us for some time.
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Arthur bought her a Daffodil -- a car without a gearbox, used in Amsterdam.
He bought it for her because then she would be less of a -
The call reached her with a chilly, detached message: He is dying.
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I know there is more to a life of 90+ years than may be recorded or referred to in these glimpses. I am confused, however, by the disconnection between the last lines of "Naka: Star in the Middle" and that of "Naka: A Cat Knows Being Female Is a Bitch." How do we go from Naka accepting Arthur so warmly to Naka referring to leaving Arthur so coldly?
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One a woman, two a woman, three a woman, four a woman ... etc?
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I think that this is a beautiful association
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As soon as I saw Naka ...
I saw my Dutch self and the roots of my heritage. She has the most beautiful eyes, like spring pools, that beckon one in and I would love to sit and chat with her myself. I have bookmarked this page so I can come to enjoy what you have so lovingly shared. I'm glad that I happened on your contest which then led me to these stories. j
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