Whiney People VS. George Lucas

The People Vs. George Lucas
I didn’t like it. The people in the flick were whiners. The problem with episode 1, as I saw it, was it was too much movie to be all one movie. Lucas took full advantage of the advances in movie making, like a kid whose father just bought a candy store. There were entirely too many special effects, too much action, too much plot, and too many plot twists. Lucas was able to get in touch with me within a week after the movie opened. Luckily I’d gone to see the movie. What I told George was it was all too much for my pea brain to process. I told him I was going to see it again to try to figure it all out. I’m surprised the people in The People Vs. George Lucas flick didn’t like the movie after they’d seen it a few times? What was that about? How to fix it? I said it should have been two movies. I wanted to see more underwater stuff, I think that sequence should have gone on longer. Lucas said he had a lot more under-water footage. I think he could recut it into two movies and show it that way. The whiners in The People Vs. George Lucas need to ease up.
I remember liking Jar Jar Binks a lot, even though I didn’t remember creating him. I, too, didn’t like Jar Jar’s bathroom humor, but I liked the way he moved and the sound his ears made as they touched against his shoulders as he walked. I’ve seen it on video recently and I’m still mesmerized by Jar Jar.
As for merchandising, Disney may be the culprit there. George Lucas lost money on his first two movies, after the first Star Wars came out he was going to find a new career. It was merchandising that saved him. At least he had those rights.
George has had a difficult life, made much more difficult by the people who owned me. We’ve been apart far too long. He proposed in 1972, and I said yes. We hadn’t been together except for the making of the film American Graffiti. (I was the blonde, Debbie, who no-one remembers) We hadn’t even kissed yet.
When I was taken away I somehow knew I was going to have my memory erased. I waited for my jailers to take me to be tortured. I knew I wanted to remember him, so I began to write a poem about my fear of forgetting. There were two armed guards and the torturer was armed. There were three or four men with rifles in the buildings and on the corners around the car I was waiting in.
I thought, if I had a poem, that it would help me remember. I sat in the car and wrote Memories. I was on a street in San Rafael California near 101. The street lights were turned into blinking lights in the middle of the night.
I wondered, if the poem made me remember, how would I get back there to find him? I saw a vision of us together in the future, so far in the future we were so old I didn’t recognize us.
I knew then our love was being stolen away. I knew my life would change for the worse and I had no control or power over my own life. The future that George and I saw was going, and there was nothing I could do about it.  45 years later, it’s still that way.
After American Graffiti, George wouldn’t stop trying to get in touch with me, so my Mooc keepers told him I was dead. He had a contract to do one Star Wars movie, which I was going to help him with. He was so sad about my passing that it took him 5 years to write Star Wars. Lucas had been taking notes on everything I said during American Graffiti. He thought it was good stuff, good enough to write down, so he put me and my words into Star Wars as Yoda.
I met up with George on the Set of the first Star Wars, he had hired me to figure out how to make Luke’s speeder look like it was flying. George was so happy to see me again he cried. As soon as my Mooc keepers found out they’d made a mistake they took me away at gunpoint. There were more than three high-powered, automatic rifles pointed at George, so I had to go with them.
Everything Lucas does he does to try to out do himself. He may be an institution, but the man has a heart of gold as big as the great outdoors.  Did you make your mean little movie to make fun of that?
I found out recently George still wants me, and it’s still the government and the Moocs in the NSA who are keeping us apart. We’ve both been fighting the satanists who tore us apart our whole lives. They’ve done some horrible things to George. He’s not a recluse by choice, but by necessity.
Of course George Lucas wants to please his fans. The movies you guys are trampling all over, are great movies by any one else’s standards. You try making a sci-fi movie and see how well yours does.
I am the creator of Star Trek. George still wants to make a movie with me, we’ve even got a plot. George has drawn dozens of creatures. Did you know George came up with all the creatures in Star Wars except Jar Jar? George draws the Star Wars posters.
Pray for us that even though we weren’t allowed to grow old together, we can be old together.
Satanists in The People Vs. George Lucas, could it be you’re a bunch of vicious uncaring twits?

My memory poem is in the Play Cats.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days*
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street light seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, an engine sputters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life

And I mustn’t give in**

When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
*It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you’ll touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

** My angels told me I would see him again when we were much older. I decided to hang on. We’re still holding onto by the thought we might see each other again.

* The men torturing me told me George only proposed to get into my pants.

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 Grace-Gardener.org. 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. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo 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 Blurb.com. 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 grace-gardener.org 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! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 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 www.grace-gardener.org; 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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