St. Dymphna, virgin and Martyr, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, daughter of royal parents, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, child of great beauty of soul and body, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, docile to the lessons of thy pious mother, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, obedient to thy saintly confessor, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who abandoned the court of thy father to escape the danger of impurity, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who chose a life of poverty on earth so that thou might lay up treasures in Heaven, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who sought consolation at Holy Mass, Communion and prayer, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, ardent lover of the Divine Bridegroom, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, devoted to the Mother of God, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, beheaded by thine own father, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, Martyr of holy purity, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, brilliant example of Christian youth, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, renowned for many miracles, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, glory of Ireland and Belgium, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, full of compassion for those in need, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, protectress against all nervous and mental disorders, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, consoler of the afflicted, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, friend of the helpless, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, comforter of the despondent, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, light of those in mental darkness, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental diseases, pray for us.
Category Archives: Life of Stan
The Secret Life of Bees
Had a chance to watch The Secret Life of Bees the other night. Reminded me of the beekeeper I met on my trip to the Bush Dance Fest in the Southern Highlands a few weeks ago who sold me the beeswax for my re-creations. Turned out that she knew Ted and Nelly. In fact she had known Nelly since childhood and she had later sold wax to Ted as well. She told me many stories, which I have again vowed to keep under wraps. Increasingly I fear that my personal life is converging on Ted’s in disturbing ways.
Whither IPCS?
I feel that this is a fork in the road for me and for IPCS, that I am drawn to these objects and their author in a way that I would not have believed possible. My fascination with the personal devotion and private rituals of individuals comes rushing back and I am compelled to understand this man and his wax creations. Should I leave IPCS in the capable hands Laura and Ethan and literally dig into this material?
Pack Up and Get Out
As I already posted, any promise of continued use of building 2 was totally false. Moreover, there has been a significant and odious dispute over who will retain all these objects after the Biennale of Sydney. Only after threatening to bring a law suit have I been able to secure the rights to them.
I feel that I am best suited to the curation of these works as I am far from convinced that Thed is really Ted Wilson. Iris is nowhere to be found and in any event I am skeptical that she truly understands these objects and I have had no response from Cristina/Nelly. So I have decided to put them into storage. I found a suitable spot at http://www.rentaspace.com.au/, a pest-free, 24/7 accessible facility. I have taken some decisions about the future home of these objects, but more about that later.
My biggest problem at the moment is that the BoS ends this weekend and I am out of town. I expect little support from the BoS people in securing Ted (and my) artefacts and so I am appealing to all my friends on Facebook to please go to the Island and help protect and safeguard these works.
Thanks to All who Played
Please take a moment to listen to this rousing rendition of the 1812 Overture, especially the end when the mice sing.
Found The Artefacts!!
A Ha! I finally found Ted and my artefacts hidden in the Sydney College of the Arts. Iris obviously got someone to transport them there to keep them away from me and use them for her own purposes. I will soon retrieve them in preparation for opening my new museum. How convenient that they are already crated up.