By Anna Von Reitz
People get attached to names. They think that their name is the same as their own self, not a separate thing at all. But it is a separate thing. Ever since I was a small child I have had problems with my name, and cause to know that. .
To begin with, I never liked it -- my name. It was big and ugly-sounding and foreign and old and dusty as a certain hand-carved Black Walnut bed I also inherited--- and had to dust and polish every Saturday of my young life, too. .
And then, being born in the wake of the Second World War, my name meant I was subject to a vague and seemingly universal social disapproval, even though for Heaven's Sake, the Supreme Allied Commander was a man named Eisenhower? Hello?
All those wartime associations didn't make my relationship with my name any easier, though I wouldn't turn my back on it, for reasons too firmly rooted in my sense of honor and justice to deny it.
My First Grade Teacher, Mrs. Larkin, was very clear that I couldn't possibly have such a name.
Why not, I wondered?
Anna Maria Wilhelmina Hanna Sophia Riezinger-von Reitzenstein von Lettow-Vorbeck.
Well, it is a major mouthful, but I figured if I could say it and spell it, it was nobody else's business, right?
So you see, right from the start of my life, I have had to consider issues of name, my name in particular. And I had to come to terms with being called by different names, too, because my name wouldn't fit on any standard forms or records.
My name, I realized dimly at age six, wasn't a name so much as it was a family record, a description or a pedigree, somewhat like a short list of the Begats in the Bible.
And though I was regularly called by it in various permutations, and quite a number of nicknames, too, I had to face the fact that none of the verbiage used as my name at any given time ----- none of it was me.
Worse, I didn't get to choose any of it.
What a backwards situation, right?
I always bridled up against it and yearned for freedom to be who I wanted to be.
Who says I am not "Sally Brown" ---- Charlie Brown's little Sister?
It would, I felt, be so much simpler to be her, some ditzy little blond girl in Suburbia who was slightly confused most of the time, and in love with a Philosopher....
I spent most of my teenage years feeling more like Snoopy in his "Vulture" persona, lurking around, watching intently, waiting for some unknown and unknowable roadkill to enter my life.
A bit later, I turned into a female version of Joe Cool.
Through it all, I knew that names were just names, masks, "persons" that could never really be me, or you.
So I wasn't quite as slow on the uptake as most Americans when I saw "my name" spelled in all capitals: ANNA MARIA RIEZINGER. That, whatever it was, wasn't any name I recognized as mine.
No, I drew the line in the sand and stood behind it. I knew and still know exactly how to style a Proper Name in English. And that isn't it.
Thank you, Mrs. McManners. Thank you, Aunt Mary.
Ironically, I am over sixty years old, and I have been fighting over my name my entire life.
I suppose I have to have one for convenience sake, as a communications outpost with the rest of the world, but it should be mine --- mine to control, mine to recognize or disavow, mine to define.
I copyrighted the name "Lady Flamolare del Chesa" in a fit of passion as I mentioned it once or twice in an article, deriding this whole nonsense of names and ownership of names and styles of names and even names expressed in certain type fonts.
I promptly started getting mail addressed to "her", too. Why not? She's just as vaporous as "Anna Maria Riezinger" or "Anna von Reitz".
In disgust, I started to look around for other people who have faced similar problems and hopefully, overcame them. I found one. And his name is familiar to everyone: Picasso.
Care to guess what his birth name was?
Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Martyr Patricio Clito Ruíz y Picasso.
Now we know that it was not the Spanish Civil War that drove him crazy.
This has me sunk in reverie, absorbed in the mental challenge of collapsing "me" down to a single, splendid, brave word --- like "Picasso"?
But nothing comes to mind and nothing seems to fit, except maybe, "Grandma"?
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To all of us that love, honor and cherish you, you are simply 'Anna' and you are like no other.ReplyDelete
Together with others, Anna was programmed by designed, @DNA level to come in, join force with others as a group, to force the Vermins to correct their long haywire. She makes part of the moving Pluto now moving to shake the old sleeping American Pluto to wake up, to change the vermin’s, to build something that would sustain the earth. There is no growing in FRAUD. Other forces are here.Delete
Anna is not a usual twin-Gemini, she a transformed Triplet. This doesn't mean she won't have problem, or challenge. We all have unique challenge. And the success is ahead.
Beautifully presented! All this clap trap about how some corporate shingle presented to us as a gift is really nothing more than a ego centric mis- label. I like PaPa...more fitting for my life's work.ReplyDelete
F. A. M. I. L. Y.
It's amazing to me, Anna dear! -ReplyDelete
I did a numerological tally once before but not certain that it was based on the whole enchilada so I've noted this one and intend to revisit it according to the numbers. In any case I am reasonably certain that there are no missing numbers in the full unabridged version. I'm thinking that if you can look at this from the perspective of numbers it just might be more digestible.
You will always be Grandma-Anna to me and my family.ReplyDelete
Best wishes to all and blessings all around.
Documented Americans, Assemble and Educate
such a lengthy name may have contributed to your ability with words just learning to write it. Well, palindrome Anna is cute, to make up for what mischief the name may have prompted. Grandma's a bit sacred, due to the source of it. Grand-Anna. GrAnna. We use Mimi, works especially well for the little ones.ReplyDelete
And check this out, the numbers and the scriptReplyDelete
Still think this guy doesn't know what he is writing about
They're using the tell lie vision to talk to one another, using the sports and other things to bring their things forward
The set up to criminalize after the factReplyDelete
Tell me this is not some sinister crap
They have no right to take any personal property from anyone
Why not Vorbeck?ReplyDelete
And all the 'Q' followers, where we go one we go allReplyDelete
Well have a look at what that equates back to
The number 14 equates to the letter X in the Roman Score (ie, the original alphabet), the international symbol of death, which is why 14 is found in the National Motto of Switzerland (All for one, one for all / All 4-1, 1-4 all), 14 meaning death.
Other numbers of interest
The number 17 equates to the letter Q as in coup detat which is defined as a blow or hit of state which America is evidently slated to suffer on this date.
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