Marlon Brando

I thought I’d write about something a little lighter for a change. A lot of you know that I spent a huge chunk of my life in Hollywood, so I felt it was about time I wrote about that, especially because I think it’s entertaining. It seems the mood of the blog’s been too dark. It irks me that Word Press won’t allow comments to my blog. C’est la vie.

I thought I’d tell you that my favorite actor to work with was Marlon Brando. I’ve told people that in the past and they say, “Marlon Brando?” But what no one remembers is before Talkies there were Silent Films and before that the Stage. Stage acting is very different from the Movies. Even TV acting is different. Brando came in right after talkies and single-handedly defined Movie Acting. Both Silent Films and the Stage you have to overact, but with films dubbed Talkies when they first came out, you really had the option of acting like a regular guy on the street, basically acting like you weren’t acting. It was Brando who first did that, if you watch On The Waterfront you’ll see what I mean.

Aside from being a genius at acting he was a really terrific person. He had his own perspective on everything and had enough money that he didn’t really care what anyone thought of him. Perhaps, deep down he did, but he never let on. I love that quality in a person. I think with all the abuse we suffer as children, and all the “shoulds” we hear all our lives, it’s very difficult to be true to what makes us happy, what makes us really content and joyful.

I thought I’d tell a little bit about being on the set of The Island Of Dr. Moreau. I didn’t have to work as an assistant director or anything, I just had to act as the half woman half cat character, so it was an easy gig. Val Kilmer was the main character and Dr. Moreau was played by Marlon Brando. We had to the island to ourselves, just a handful of actors, the director and the crew. We found ourselves with a lot of down time and no entertainment or restaurants.

Marlon wore a muumuu pretty much all the time. He loved them and said he felt so comfortable that he didn’t understand why people wore shirts and pants. I sometimes wonder that myself when I see dignitaries from Africa put on Western garb. I think, “What are they nuts?” It seems a little ridiculous. At any rate, Marlon loved hanging around in a muumuu and drinking wine. He brought his chef with him so almost every night I would wear my muumuu over to his area and we’d talk and drink wine and eat all night long. Even Val thought we were ridiculous and Val’s threshold for things out of the ordinary is pretty high. He was also more than a little intimidated by Marlon so I worked on him for a couple of days to get him to join us. All in all it was a very strange and wonderful experience. Very otherworldly.

The movie was strange enough, it’s about a scientist to splices animal genes into human genes, an idea that scares me and is undoubtedly being done privately on remote islands. (I think some of the characters in the movie were possibly results of those types of experiments.) I try not to think about it because it’s pretty disgusting: but the movie works well as a fantasy.

The moral of the story is the things we talked about were way outside of the usual dinnertable chatter. I belong to a club or two that the rules are you don’t talk about religion or politics and you don’t swear. How does anyone expect to cure the ills of the world without talking about religion or politics? Everyone has his or her comfort zone which was instilled in us by our parents. We probably have the same comfort zone as our parents had.

So I submit that probably 80% of you are thinking, “I would never lounge around all night on palm leaves dressed in a muumuu and drink wine and eat food with my hands (Marlon didn’t like utensils) along with two men dressed in muumuus. I would never swear and I don’t like people who do. I get upset and angry when I talk about politics; and anyone who’s not of my religion is just wrong and stupid. I don’t like talking to people who I KNOW are going to Hell. I don’t want to hear about other religions or meditation or anything my Reverend said is wrong.” So 80% of you would never do the things Marlon Brando and I did. (Just FYI: I worked with Marlon Brando on all of his movies beginning with a Streetcar Named Desire. I lobbied ferociously to use him in The Godfather and talked him into doing the movie The Freshman. I would consider him a good friend – without benefits – if you get my drift.) Marlin had an unusual, interesting way of thinking about EVERYTHING. I try to always listen to everything with an open mind, and I can always learn something that way. I can agree to disagree.

Without an open mind, you’re missing out on life. If you can get yourself upset and angry by talking, you’re just hurting yourself because you’ve closed your mind to all kinds of exciting opportunities and happiness.

Here’s a statistic that I just heard, in 1950, 80% of people thought interracial relationships were wrong and 20% thought it was okay. In 2015, 80% of people thought interracial relationships were okay and 20% thought it was wrong. Did interracial relationships somehow change? Or did attitudes change? And if attitudes can change that dramatically shouldn’t you, from time to time, reevaluate your judgment system. The anger that we feel about our judgment system being right, has to be dissolved away, probably through prayer or meditation. Don’t you owe it to yourself and to the world? What kind of world will we leave to our children.

I believe that if we, as citizens of the earth, can’t begin to talk about religion and politics, we may never be able to achieve World Peace.

Think Peace

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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