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UPDATE: Ewan's LJ June 10th
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 		UPDATE: Ewan's LJ June 10th
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Tuesday, June 10th, 2003

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4:15p I'm very interested in storytelling, so when a little homeless girl outside of the shelter offered to tell me "secret" stories, I listened. What I heard has left me unsure of everything, but conversely feeling much closer to understanding my life.

I do not like homeless shelters. I like soup kitchens well enough, but I dislike sleeping inside, surrounded by strangers and stranger smells. Last night I went to the homeless shelter not to sleep in it but to find somewhere nearby to hole up. The shelter had filled up and so I was not the only one loitering in the vicinity. I found a group of kids sitting around on the sidewalk under a neon motel sign, trying to keep each other awake by telling stories, and bought my way into their favour with a loaf of challah nicked from a baker's cart. The bread was passed from hand to hand around the circle and so too the stories, each person telling a story to the rest in turn.

When the boy to my right had finished his story, there was a pregnant pause. I wasn't sure if they would accept a story of mine, but they seemed to be waiting so I launched into an abbreviated version of what I could remember of the past year or so. I told them about hopping freight trains and nearly falling to my death one time and accidently ending up in Canada once, about Klepsydra and doctors and nuns with psychiatric degrees that disappear, about being trapped and seeing dead people. I ended there and a sort of electric thrill seemed to pass around the circle. The girl to my left looked around questioningly and then, apparently finding her answer, launched into her own story.

Much of it felt vaguely familiar, and it explained things. On one level I understood how this story had likely evolved, passed between homeless children as a way of explaining their condition, as is the case with all mythologies. I can't help but feel that it is more than that, though; in a weird way, I feel like it explained some things to me.

It is a secret story, the girl said in hushed tones to nods all around, kept alive in trust by children who teach it to those younger, to those who do not know, understanding that, like those who taught it to them, they would likely abandon the stories in their teen years. She told me about --

Damn it all!
They're kicking me out.

I'll have to tell you about La Llorona, the Blue Lady, and more of the mythology of these homeless children tomorrow.


http://web.nmsu.edu/~tomlynch/swlit.lallorona.html

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La Llorona is largely associated with "evil".The legend of La Llorona was possibly originally used as a scare tactic towards "evil behavior," but as society changes the story is told much more often to frighten small children and to tell on Halloween night.


The legend seems akin to the "Bloody Mary" type.

From a LJ entry found by googling:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/stonemirror/223815.html
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Demons attacked Heaven a year ago on Christmas night, and drove God into hiding, no one knows where, destroying his blue marble palace. They have found doors into our world, in abandoned refrigerators and mirrors. Led by their queen, La Llorona (The Crying Woman), whom even Satan fears, the demons feed on fear, pain, despair and death. God's abandoned angels, now led by the beautiful Blue Lady, do their best to fight the demonic hordes and to protect the homeless children on whom they particularly prey...


refrigerators?....interesting considering the one at thoughtscapes?

Interesting article linked from stonemirror's LJ:
http://www.miaminewtimes.com/issues/1997-06-05/feature.html
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The homeless children's chief ally is a beautiful angel they have nicknamed the Blue Lady. She has pale blue skin and lives in the ocean, but she is hobbled by a spell. "The demons made it so she only has power if you know her secret name," says Andre, whose mother has been through three rehabilitation programs for crack addiction. "If you and your friends on a corner on a street when a car comes shooting bullets and only one child yells out her true name, all will be safe. Even if bullets tearing your skin, the Blue Lady makes them fall on the ground. She can talk to us, even without her name. She says: 'Hold on.'"


Secret name.....reminds me of The NeverEnding Story lines sent to us from Spock Vulture.
http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1167&highlight=neverending

~cem

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The homeless children's chief ally is a beautiful angel they have nicknamed the Blue Lady. She has pale blue skin and lives in the ocean, but she is hobbled by a spell.


maybe i'm just nostalgic for the beast, but doesn't the Blue Lady somewhat resemble the Blue Fairy from A.I.?

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 		Well, my guess is that there are only so many shared myths, out there and only so many different ways to permutate them. After all, if that Karl "Krosby, Stilzz, Nahche and" Jung fellow is to be believed, we're all essentially tapped into the same primal brainstem series of fairytale inspired crypto-subconscious imagery anyway. So the Blue Lady = the Blue Fairy = hell I dunno maybe Blue Curacao or a Blue Hawaiian or the Blue Lagoon or somethin'.

Either that, or STANLEY KUBRICK HAS RISEN FROM THE DEAD AND IS THE PM OF THE FLAGMONKEY ARG!!!!!!! Woo wooo!

Ahem.

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 		Why hasn't anybody mentioned yet the link between "the blue lady" and "Blue would never have let Doctor (whatsisname) hurt him".
We need to find this "true name" and tell Ewan. It's obviously the only thing that can protect him.

And it looks like we blew it again with the whole MuMu land thing, Ewan himself beat us to the punch again.

And personally, I think they're really starting to labour the "red = bad person" point just a smidge.
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