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Publication By and for Fellowship Place MembersIssue 36, Fall 2013

The Beacon

Books are lighthouses in the great sea of time.

- Edwin P. WhippleFellowship Place

441 Elm street

New haven, Ct

www.fellowshipplace.org

AutumnBy Kathy K.

Seasons Come and GoFirst Autumn Leaves, Then

SnowWhy Does Time Fly Be?

Asters, Carnations, FernsBasking in the Fall, Fresh Air

Dreaming All Day Long.


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From Khazars to Egypt-

An Amazing Spooky Discovery For Halloween

by Jon S.

As stated in earlier articles, around 1989-1991 I found that my family was related to Queen Eliza-beth II of Great Britain. In 2006 when watchingCNN-TV I saw their report, which I was alerted to by

chance, on DNA testing by National Geographic. I got their address and ordered a kit. In Summer,2006 Igot my results. I had type G which started in Africa and went to the Middle East, thence to Pakistan and

the Himalaya Mountains. Type G startedthe Neolithic farming revolution. On Tuesday, September 24,2013 I found that the Khazars, a Turko-Mongolian in south Russia had some G DNA according toK. Er-ciyes report published on the internet on June 25, 2008. I had found Erciyes report by chance. His asso-ciate Ted Kandells report of June 26, 2008supported the G type in Khazars-specifically G2a1a. G2 a1a isa branch of type G. The Khazars converted to Judaism around 800 A.D. Ill write more aboutthem in theHanukkah issue of The Beacon.

On Wednesday, September 25, 2013, there was a full moon out early in the morning. In the com-puter center, something told me to look at thewebsite, Y-DNA Haplogroups of Ancient Civiliza-tions. The first one on the list was Egypt! Egyptian DNA from Neollithic times to the Bronze Age had

the following types (Haplogroups): E/b1b, R1b-V88, T and guess what-G! Not G2 or its brother hap-logroups but pure G! I had found that at 3:20 P.M. in theafternoon.

Back in my apartment I found a valuable article,Egypt2Britain- Queen Hatshepsut to H.M.QueenElizabeth. I had originally found that article on May 8,2002 when I had just started to use the internet. Ithad no author but it seems to have been done by David Hughes who had similar articles all overthe inter-net. The article traced Queen Hatshepsut(c.1500 B.C.)s descendants in the 18thand 19thDynasties ofpharaohs down to Cyrus the Great of Persia,Alexander the Great, kings of Parthia in Persia, kings of Ar-menia, Byzantine Christian emperors; thence to French nobles and on to William the Conqueror!

Going back to Egypt, we learn that Pharaoh Thutmose IV married Mutemwiya, daughter of King Ar-tatama of the Mitanni, who lived southeast of Turkey.Tutankhamun who was related to Thutmose IV,was in Hatshepsuts dynasty. The Mitanni royalty were Indo-European whose language was related dis-tantlyto English! King Tuts mother-in-law was the famous beauty Nefertiti, who happens to have beenMitannian, daughter of King Tusratta. Later, another pharaoh, Seti I (ruled 1323-1304 B.C.) was an in-law of an unnamed sister of Suppiluliumas, king of the Indo-European iron-using Hittites of Turkey.

In Irish legend, the Irish came from Scythia (south Russia) and settled in Egypt. One of their princesmarried a woman known only by her Irish name as Scota. She was the daughter of a pharaoh. Scota wentto Ireland (see The Book of Invasions of Ireland). Since the Irish are Indo-European, maybe the tale ofScota is a memory of the Mitanni and Hittite marriages. Some people think I look Irish.

I remembered Chris Bennetts websites on Egyptian genealogy. He is an expert on the Ptolemys, thedynasty of Greek pharaohs descended from Ptolemy I, a general of Alexander the Great. When Alexanderthe Great died, Ptolemy I took over Egypt. Bennett reported that Ptolemy Is mother Arsinoewas a rela-

tive of Alexander the Great. One of Ptolemy Is descendants was Berenice who married Psherenptah II,High Priest of the city of Memphis in north Egypt. Psherenptah II died in 103 B.C. but he had descen-dants. The most famous ruler of the Ptolemy Dynasty, though, was Cleopatra VII the Great!

Lastly, there is a legend reported by the Greek historian Herodotus that the people of Colchis near theBlack Sea and the Caucasus Mts were descended from a colony set up by Pharaoh Sesostris. While mosthistorians dismiss that tale, it is interesting to note that Type G DNA is heavy in that region!


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New ifeMind thought

the Body feeling.

Although, perhaps,

Body feltMind thinking.

In Every Way

The Minds body feels

While the Bodys Mind things:

When I see you, Always,

I feel warmth of New Life

Within my Bodys chest.

JOIN US FOR WRITERS GROUPTUESDAYS 2:00 3:00 in HALD 2

Personal Freedom

Personal freedom is not free.Its something you earn.Its something you learn toappreciate.Over time you learn to give,

To set priorities and limits.You learn to create your own space.Realizing that we are adultsWe have maturity because we con-sider alternatives and choices whennecessary.

The Poetry CornerUntitled

Maturity is knowing when to say no!Maturity is realizing oneslimitations.

Maturity is taking good care of your-self and not trying to play solitaire on

your big problems.

FeaturingKathyK

FeaturingDo W


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The Poetry CornereaturingDesireeBAutumn

Exhausted and all tuckered out from summers

blazing heat.

Shrubbery trees and plants, a fall passion re

lease.

Biting insects and buzzing stinging bees, de

part with summer, as fall trees dance and

sway in the breeze.

Furry brown squirrels on nuts and acorns

feed.

A chilly wind scattering, reddish, golden, au

tumn leaves,.

Fleeing in cold autumn weather, birds take

flight, fall knocking them over with a feather.

On the Night of Halloween

On the night of Halloween at midnight , sneaky black

cats with orange, evil eyes, crawl out of nowhereawakening the shadow of death.

On the night of Halloween nightmares become real

ity, shocking innocent victims who had hardly

enough time to catch their breath.

On the night of Halloween, the earth will be plagued

with howling werewolves, blood thirsty moaning

vampire, and spooky invisible ghosts.

On the night of Halloween, witches dressed in black

cast spells and position unsuspecting folks.

On the night of Halloween, terrifying goblins and

flesh crawling, spine tingling monsters with hideous

spores and green teeth, spread gloom and grief.On the night of Halloween , a full moon creeps out

into a chilly fear stricken, autumn sky.

The wind howls and whispers to trees, shaking

them roughly!

Wickedness is in the air!!

That Green Spotted Frog Named Roy

There was once was a green, spotted frog named RoyWho played hopscotch with skeesters until his feetwere blistered and sore,Roy hopped and leaping for joy,In the school yard his company and presence was cher-ished and enjoyed.That agile, green, spotted frog was beloved of schoolage girls and boys, more than games, dolls, candy, toys,That friendly, acrobatic, green spotted frog named Roy.


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The Poetry CornerFeaturingMaxwell CLAMBO

I am cupcakes for you.do not tranquilize my lasers. I have twelve.

people are persons to me. Numbershave many ways. I like you. You are

cool. We have a good time together. Itis fun.

Humans are too young to know. Thestars are too old.

Juniper trees collapse around me. I amwavy. There are three stairs more to

climb until finality.

My Paintings

When I paint, or paint well, it is as though I neither think about thepainting, nor much of anything else, almost at all. I often just kindof unknowingly witness my greatest works coming together beforeme.

These habitually grace-like suspensions of my own consciousness experience while painting do not signal the absence of cognitivework from my compositional process. My paintings are nowise unthinking, only preconscious[1] in their logical element or guidanc

It is almost miraculous: when painting, I find myself very signifi-cantly relieved of all but the least flickerings of consciousness inmy waking life, thus also all of its intentionalities, symbolisms,imaginations, fantasies, delusions, etc.

However I feel, or am, I most directly and immediately express. Ihave somehow habituated myself to express my affective condi-tions on canvas prior to or minus any aesthetic ideologies.

Other, more cortex-mediated paths of abstract thinking and aes-thetic method lack the candor and vitality of my ability to followmy more direct, decentralized, and unspecialized nervous excita-tions.

Defining sets of aesthetic laws for painting, or incorporating con-sciousness into aesthetic composition, is very often a futile exer-cise, verging sometimes even on a serious impediment to the fulle

creative growth of painters.

This guidance of my nerves, or my obedience to my most immedi-ate perceptions of sense, these are my general observations of my-self as a painter alone, they are not present in my mind while I compose my works.

And my promotion of my nervous instincts over my more norma-tive cognitive systems, this abnormality of my artistry is also anemblem of my wider societal abnormality.

I never intend to do anything when I paint, but perhaps it will, just

as such, allow me to escape the brutal mediocrity of normative so-cieties, as also avoid any further psychiatric hospitalizations.

Painting is a world wherein I am more allowed to be abnormal, inmy special sense of sensuous hypnosis as perhaps in others.


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Lights OutBy Ryan D.

It could only have meant one thing that day the lights went out: winter was over and theelectric company was done putting up with our partial payments.

Should we vacate? my wife asked.No, I said. Well get by.When I thought about it, I had no idea what we were going to do. I thought we could eat peanut butter and jelly,

and I started crunching the numbers on how much we could save on food. "No coffee, no job... this is a sinking ship," Isaid to myself, and then I wondered if my wife and kids, with one less mouth to feed, would do better without me. Icould come back when I got a job and was able to put some money together.

"Keep checking the mailbox for the food stamps we applied for, I told my wife as she looked at me with sad butfocused eyes. The house was as good as gone, I thought. We hadnt paid the mortgage in over three months. Id leave thecar for my family, and Id hitchhike. I'd be back.

"I'm going to take a walk to get some fresh air," I said.As I walked outside, my mind started going through different scenarios. "This is how I'd leave," I said to myself,

"I wouldn't take any possessions. I'd just walk away." The farther I got from the house, the more my thoughts of escapeaided me. I wasn't going back, I realized, I'm leaving right now. The more I asked myself if I should do it, the moreconvinced I became that I wouldn't be coming back.

As I got to the main road, I stuck out my thumb. Five or ten minutes later an old Buick driven by a young kidpulled over, and I hopped in. "Where are you going?" the kid asked.

"Downtown. To the bus terminal."

I shut the car door, and we were off to the station. Just then I realized I probably didn't have enough money forbus fare, so I started mentally counting my money.

"Where are you going?""To the bus stop," I said."No, but where are you going from there? Are you taking a bus?""Albany," I said. I had always wanted to go there since I met my friend Tom who was a transplant from the capi-

tal city. Nowadays we didn't have too many friends, and those friends we did have didn't have enough space to put upour whole family. My parents died young, and Sheila's family, my wife's family, lived all the way in Wisconsin.

"Are you going to see somebody?""Yes, I'm going to meet a friend of mine."I wondered if maybe Sheila would return to her parents. Maybe she'd drop off the kids and go looking for work.

Sheila had been a house wife since we had our two kids Malcolm and Desire. Prior to that she was a shampoo girl in a

womens salon. We figured it would have been cheaper for her to stay home and watch the kids than it would have beento put them in day care. It was up to me to be the bread winner. These were tough times, I thought, our plastics shop had-n't been doing well, and that's why they laid me off. I was a factory worker. I didn't have any real skills. I had gottenlucky and landed a job in my hometown city of New Haven. It was really my first steady job, and the money was good,but the age of factories in the U.S. had passed by a long time ago. Nowadays factory work got outsourced to China andMexico.

My driver pulled up to the bus station. "Here you are," he said. I thanked him for the ride, and I went inside tocheck the ticket prices. Surprisingly, I was only short about $15, so I started to panhandle just outside the entrance. I feltan aching hole in my heart as I started collecting money from strangers. This money wouldn't go to support my family,but it would go to me instead. I needed a break, so I went back inside the station to the cafe, and I ordered a small coffee.I sat down on the bench and thumbed through a newspaper someone had kindly left on the seat. More and more, thenews tried to distract me, but as it did, this guilty feeling began to overpower me. I went back outside and asked people

for spare change. One guy gave me a whole dollar, and my head fell in despair."I can't do this," I thought to myself, "I can't leave my family behind. Some guys could, but not me." I quickly

finished my coffee and started walking back to the house. Panhandling wasn't so bad, and I could foresee myself with a"will work for food" sign on the side of the road. I could do that, I thought. Maybe we could go to the food pantry too.As I walked down the road, I noticed my shoes were worn, and I would need a new pair soon. I'd have to add that to mylist of stuff I can't afford to do, but thank God for Walmart where I could find a pair for under $20.I returned to my house and opened the screen door.

"How was your walk?" my wife asked."Good." I nodded my head and looked at my wife and kids."Good." Sheila handed me the baby. "You watch her. I'm going to get dinner together."I hugged Desire and looked at my son. "Daddy loves you guys," I said, and Malcolm smiled at me. Things

would be okay, I thought, maybe not now but things would soon work out.


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MONDAY NIGHT SOCIAL CALENDAR

November through December 2013

Every Monday 5:30-8:00

NOVEMBER

November4: Fellowship

Place

AnnualPromNight. Dress to im

press for a special night of finery

with your Fellowship friends!

November11: MATIAS, the magi

cian comes to town. Join us for a

truly magical evening!

November18:MemberRecognitionDinner. Please join us at the

Member Recognition Dinner as we

thank members who have taken the

lead in helping our programs.

November25:ART&CRAFTS

decorating for Thanksgiving Day

Meal on November 26th!

DECEMBER

December2:

D.B

Magicpresents Dean Martin &

Marilyn Monroe Christmas with fes

tive songs and entertainment by your

favorite impersonators.

December9: Get

your body moving for a fun

Zumbaworkout with Lauren H.!

December16:Trim the Fellowship

Place Christmas tree and deck the

halls for the holidays. Music provided

by the Music Makers.

December23: Getinthespirit

withaholidaymoviefestival with

dinner, soda, and popcorn.

December30: Party like its 2013

one last time at the Years End

DanceParty!

Thank you to all the members who

contributed to this issue of

the Beacon!

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