At 3:00am PDT, today, January 24, 2016, I woke up. I was wondering why
it was so dark. Then I discovered that it was another power outage,
which are inordinately frequent in my section of the power grid. After
fumbling in the dark, I turned on my flashlight, and explored a little. I
saw that the west side of the house was illuminated by something. I
went out into the back yard to look. There was a full moon shining
brightly high overhead. This is where it gets interesting. About
west-by-southwest and low in the sky was a strange light. That was what
drew me outside, because it didn't quite look like an aircraft light. At
that point it looked all red, before I went outside. Once outside on
the patio, I stared at it for some time to figure out the pattern to the
light. To get to the point, it was a UFO. Instead of a single blinking
light, it had two fields of lights, one red and one green. The red and
green fields of light were segregated, on different areas of the UFO,
and alternated, red then green then red and so on. What was even
stranger, the UFO had a speed-up pattern keyed to the flashing. Whenever
the red field of light came on, alternately replacing the green, the
craft would surge in speed, in rhythm to that change in color. The UFO
seemed to hold something of the tight circular pattern in the one narrow
area, as if interested in something over there. It didn't look so far
away, probably less than a half mile away. It was probably more like a
quarter mile away or less. I believe the UFO caused the power outage. I
watched that UFO until about a quarter past three am. At that time, I
was entertaining the idea of mentioning the UFO online. It was as if the
UFO read my mind, and didn't want to be reported. After deciding I
wanted to make a mention of it online, it suddenly headed north, still
low in the sky, and disappeared. After a few minutes, I went out in
front of the house to see if I could find it, but it was no longer
visible. A couple of people were mysteriously parked across the street,
so I walked over to the driver's door carrying my LED lantern. I told
him about it, but he didn't seem like he was much interested. So, I went
back into the house. I went back to sleep. At 4:30 am, I woke up and
observed things powering back up in my room (my cable modem and router
lights coming back into a normal pattern of the LED indicators). I don't
know how long the power was out, because it was already out when I woke
up at 3:00am. I've read a lot on UFO's, and I've never seen one
described the way this one looked and acted. Like I said before, my area
has had very heavy UFO activity for many years. This is just another
case in point. By the way, I've been abducted by UFO's more than once,
but it's hard to remember. Note: I'm close to Los Angeles County.
My life is interspersed
with miracles and magic. Yesterday, I just tweeted the following
information, through hyperlinks, to Pope Francis. In it, I describe a
series of related miracles worked in my life by Our Lady of Fatima.
To His Holiness, the Pope,
I, Steven Anthony Malinowski, today, have just experienced the third
miracle over the last few years, involving Our Lady of Fatima. I
tweeted to the last Pope about one or both prior miracles I
experienced. I strongly suspect that to have influenced his untimely
departure from the Papacy. Here is a description of today's event,
first. An 8" by 10" photo of a statue of Our Lady of Fatima has been
perched atop a picture frame on the wall, just before the doorway
leading into the kitchen. I walked past the photo, and just past the
refrigerator (which is just inside of the doorway) I felt the photo
fall onto my feet and lower legs. This was just as I was reversing
direction (turning around, like during a half-pirouette). Before I
looked to see what it was, it reminded me of the previous occasion (one
of the prior miracles I mentioned). So, I half-expected it to be the
same mysterious photo, once again. Sure enough, that was what it was. I
gazed into the soulful eyes of Our Lady of Fatima. Then I took it over
to the kitchen window to look at it in the natural daylight entering
there. I looked into Her eyes, again. I felt some hesitation at looking
so intently into Her eyes, both times. Then I had the urge to flip the
photo to see what was on the back, if anything. There, on the back, I
found three pre-printed paragraphs under the heading, Our Lady of
Fatima. ALL THREE PARAGRAPHS are about the gaze of Our Lady. Here is
the entire text of what the back of the photo says:
---start of text---
Our Lady of Fatima
As we open our eyes to the beauties of creation, we can already feel
the attentive gaze of our loving Mother. At the first stirrings of our
souls, our Heavenly Mother sets Her gaze upon us. The Mother we all
share with our creator looks at us with a pure, sacred, royal, yet
It is no wonder, then, that She renews Her solicitude for Her children
when they stray in despair and do not return her gaze. Like a Mother
who is unwelcome in her own child's home, She leaves a sign, a message,
a remembrance, and a maternal promise: "I will never forsake you."
She says: "Look deep into my eyes and let me look into yours." In a
striking way, this picture seems to reflect the very gaze of Our Lady,
the gaze that seeks to convert and to save. It is a gentle reminder of
Her promise at Fatima: "In the end, My Immaculate Heart will Triumph."
For more copies of this picture, please contact:
America Needs Fatima
P.O. Box 341
Hanover, Pa 17331
Tel: 1-888-317-5571 - Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
---end of text---
So, in the context of today's miracle, I mentioned a prior one. That
time, a year or two back, I was walking about 6 or more feet from that
same photo that has been sitting atop the picture frame, on a
west-facing wall, with its bottom edge resting on the top edge of the
picture frame. The feeling of the fall of the photo, against my feet
and upper legs, was the same as it felt in today's fall of the photo.
Today, I had been walking north, and the previous time I had been
walking south. In that incident, the photo would never have fallen
where it did under the usual ideas of the "physical laws of science."
It can be considered a real miracle in both instances, as no such
printed photo could ever do that except by some form of supernatural
Now, I'll describe the third miracle, which was about 2 or 3 years ago.
That time, I was still asleep in bed, facing up (I usually don't fall
asleep on my back because of the interruption of sleep by chocking
sensations and related sounds). I started hearing a female voice
talking to me as if at close range and just behind my head. I don't
know if I'll find a written note of Her words, and it's hard to
remember, at the moment. The brief statement seemed very
prophetic of the power outage that quickly followed. I awoke upon
hearing her words. Almost immediately, a power outage was in my part of
the electrical utility grid. The news later revealed the cause of the
power blackout to be a truck having crashed into a power pole along the
freeway, which runs east-west, to the south of my place. That was very
easily within walking distance of my place, about a quarter of a mile
away, or even less. I believed then, and still now, that the voice was
that of the subject of that same photo.
So, this adds up to a series of three related supernatural
communications to me. Actually, there was a forth incident, if you
include a dream I had of Our Lady gazing down at me, in twilight-like
dimness, from the air, in some modern residential community. In the
dream, just before the gaze, I had been standing in an outdoor
basketball court, like at a school. Then I was seemingly on or near the
sidewalk, by the street, during the gazing incident, afterwards.
I'm still living where this all took place, in Fullerton, California.
In the prior incidents, my mother was still living here (she wasn't
near me during the events), but she has since been living with
relatives. I've been living here, alone, since early July of 2015.
All of this reminds me of my own powerful feeling of spiritual
connection with all living things, and even with inanimate objects. The
pre-printed message, on the back of the photo, seems to strongly
resonate with this feeling.
While I'm on the subject of miracles, I've got another one to relate,
here. Fullerton has been full of crows during my lifetime, here. I felt
a connection with them. Then one day, 4 to 8 years ago, while I
was standing in the west parking lot of Cypress College, in Cypress,
California, where I had been attending classes, the lower sky, just to
the east of me, and over the parking lot and over the business
administration building, became black with a flying whorl of a murder
(flock) of crows. I've never, before or since, seen that many crows at
one time in one place. I still feel sure that the crows of Fullerton
deliberately followed me to Cypress College. It is difficult to spot a
crow, now, in Fullerton. This reminds me of the Hapsburg curse, as
described in a book I read, The Hapsburg Curse, by the late Hans
Holzer, which chronicled the Hapsburg Dynasty, from beginning to end. I
had been the founding patriarch of the Hapsburg dynasty, in one of the
innumerable repeating versions of earth. According to the curse, as
described by late Dr. Holzer, as long as there can be seen a black bird
(whether a crow or raven or blackbird) about, the curse is still in
effect. This has concerned me, until now. I realize, now, that
symbolically, the crows are finally gone from my area of long abode, as
if to suggest, or mark, the end of the Hapsburg curse from my life. My
life had felt cursed. If the Hapsburg Dynasty survives in anyone, I
have to conclude it to be surviving in me, personally.
Steven A. Malinowski
January 14, 2016 at 5:05 pm PST
ps: I believe this is symbolically related. In the approximate spot of
the first occurrence of the falling of the photo (in the same
4-to-8-years-ago time frame), I fainted, while walking briskly, in an
attempt to reach my bedroom to lie down. I had just started to have a
sick feeling, upon my mother reacting in a loud emotional tone to my
then-current blood-glucose reading of 28 mg/dL. It seemed as if her
reaction and voice hypnotized me into feeling suddenly sick. Then I
passed out at that same spot, of the first photo-falling event, without
making it to my bed to lie down. I had been sitting at the kitchen
table, and that was the first time I had ever tested my blood sugar
with an electronic tester. I think my fainting related, symbolically,
to the power outage event (which was on a different day). By the way,
the truck that crashed into the power pole was heading east-bound on
the 91 freeway.
I hope Jenny Scordamaglia sees this photo of me. I replied: "There's no sunshine in my room. Maybe I should go outside for a while."
OMG, Madonna, I just
realized something while watering my lawn, just now. I was thinking
about how it was with us decades ago, and it finally dawned on me about
something. What I just realized is that you proposed to me TWICE, not
just once. The first time was in 1974, in Hollywood, but the
second time was in 1980, in Costa Mesa, just after you bought me that
little house in Costa Mesa. This tells me something, and that is, you'd
probably go for a three-peat. That should do it. I'm pretty sure it'd
work. You can try that out, now. I've been waiting ever since you broke
up with Guy. Don't keep me waiting.
Please excuse me if my home page it looking like
a "global warming" debunking page. If that's what it takes to educate
people, then so be it. Here is more evidence/proof that "man-made
global warming" is NOT REAL. Please visit and read this page: ANTARCTIC ICE IS INCREASING !
Here's more good news about the world not being so bad off after all.
Here's the founder of the Weather Channel debunking "global warming:"
One hopeful sign is in those scientists who
speak out against corruption, like John Casey, in his Cold Truth
initiative [John Casey is a former White House space program advisor,
consultant to NASA Headquarters, and space shuttle engineer. He is now
one of America’s most successful climate change researchers and climate
prediction experts.]. He delivers the real truth. Read about it here: the real truth about "global warming"
I came across this all-naked classical musical performance on Youtube,
so I can't resist including it here:
Here's another nude live music performance I
just came across:
Here's a birthday reminder. This is a full week's advance notice.
Sunday, August 16, 2015 is Madonna's 57th birthday. Now, when you send
her a message bidding her a terrible birthday, you can do it on time.
You won't be late this time.
Alas, I herald the news of Jennifer Aniston's newly announced sneak
wedding to Justine Theroux. I just spied a report that they married in
Bel Air, today, the 6th of August, 2015. Well Jen, all I can say at the
moment is : "How could you do that? You realize how much I enjoyed
looking at your tits up close, don't you?" Maybe it was too good to
last, for me? I think not.
By the way,
it looks like I've got people really equating you to Jen the Hen. As
evidence, I cite the reappearance of the free-range-chicken GEICO
commercial, on the same day you married Justin. That can't be a mere
coincidence. So, it looks like you're really Jen the Hen, Jen.
As for Madonna, if I didn't know better, I'd probably conclude she were
trying to get back on my good side. I really have a good side, you
know. Madonna will always be how Madonna is, if a miracle doesn't
intervene to change her.
would that this were real !
know it, it IS Madonna's year, AGAIN. How is it that Madonna keeps
having things in common with "Chinese year of the" animals?
Is that a blessing?
Excuse me for being a little late with this
observation, but this is the Chinese year of the sheep, Madonna. So,
now I'm wondering, how does Madonna relate to a sheep? Can this also be
Madonna's year, based on this being the year of the sheep? If this is
Madonna's year, also, I don't think it has anything to do with sheep.
Oh...except for one thing that just came to mind: Madonna had a lot of
"wool" down under, in those early nudes of her. That's the only
similarity I can think of between her and sheep.
example of an early, wooly, nude,
Madonna shot. If only this were in color !
Good news! I
found a copy of the article I wrote, explaining my old relationship
with Whitney Houston. To read it, click here. To sum up, Whitney wanted to
marry me back then, in 1979. I kind of
wanted to marry her, but I had issues with the idea, so I steadfastly
By the way, for those of you who read my former web page on it, I
remember who the young petite lady was to my left, in the back seat of
the car with me, that one time. She was Yaya. Bear in mind that Whitney
was only 16 years old, back then, so her friends maybe were close to
her in age. I at first thought Whitney may have been older than me, but
I was 21. I could hardly believe it when she told me she was 16.
That was a real doozy of a kiss between me and Whitney, that one time
in the former Ben Frank's restaurant, in Hollywood. She had long,
perfectly straight, black hair, at that time. One of the first things
Whitney said to me, after we sat down at the counter was, "Do you have
any Quaaludes?" I had never heard of Quaaludes, so of course I didn't
And there was that time I drove her to Muhammad Ali's
apartment. She guided me there, as I drove her over in my then
'64 VW beetle. His place was in Hollywood, in a second floor apartment,
on what I think was an east/west street. He was at first on the balcony
in front of his apartment, and we looked up at him from my car. Then we
went up and into his place. She talked with him for a while. There were
just the three of us in there, at the time. I didn't want to hear what
they were talking about, so I effectively blocked it out. To this day,
I have no idea what they talked about, that time.
Oh, and then, many years later, Whitney turned up dead in a bathtub!
And then her daughter, Bobbi Kristina, also turned up nearly dead in a
bathtub, and has since died! I never met Bobbi Kristina. She came along
well after Whitney and I broke up.
and Bobbi Kristina look happy in this
life stories don't always have happy endings.
I sincerely believe that Whitney would NOT have recorded I Will Always Love You, if I hadn't
suggested it to her, in a final conversation, one day, in 1979. Well,
as you know, she DID record it, and took home a Grammy Award for it,
too. See, this is another example of my musical good luck charm working
its magic, that time for Whitney. Can you imagine her career without
that one? It helped push her over the top. Incidentally, "I will always
love you," was what I said/thought, about Whitney, in the wake of that
above-mentioned passionate kiss, standing in the front, inside of Ben
Frank's restaurant. There were others standing around, at that moment.
I didn't know those words were going to be the title of one of her
Okay, now I can't close this discussion without bringing up a
conversation I once had with Whitney. One day she told me her name was
Houston, so I couldn't resist mentioning that one of the residential
streets in my neighborhood had that same name, Houston. She also asked
me what name she should use (same conversation). In hindsight, I
believe she was making a early allusion to the definite fact that she
wanted to marry me. After that time, it was out in the open, in clear,
unmasked language, about her wanting to marry her. I wished I could,
but I didn't think it would work out for me.
Whitney, I really cared about you. I felt guilty about tuning you down.
But now you can't read this, except from the beyond.
Although many reporters could feel uncomfortable with the following
information, it is the truth, nontheless. I state it here, as an
historical note about who I am, and something about my background:
original Stephen Bray, of early association with Madonna. I made up the
name one day, while I was with Madonna, indoors someplace (on Sunset
Bl. in Hollywood). We were in some plain-looking room of a studio, back
in such primordial times. I wanted to keep my preexisting first name,
which was, and is, "Steven," but I felt like switching to the other
popular spelling, "Stephen." The last name I sort of pulled out of a
magical, nonexistent hat, so to speak, and that name happened to be
"Bray." It was short and simple, and it mysteriously came to my mind,
and the rest is history. Now, I want to explain about the other Stephen
Bray, the black guy, who got all the credit and fanfare. Madonna pulled
him into the picture, during a timeframe when I was feeling spooked
about everything, as if I could be in deep trouble just for trying to
pursue a career in music. Alas, I was so timid about my place in the
music industry, back in those days. Madonna's bringing in the other guy
to be me, instead, so to speak, was the so-called solution to my lack
of temerity in the music field. This was one of the mistakes I made in
music, and a big one at that. I don't know who would ever acknowledge
the truth about all this, but I know. The ones who would know, besides
myself and Madonna, are various young men, who also hung around with
Madonna and I. Some of them were in forward seats in the limosine, but
I was always the favored one, in the back, alone with Madonna. There
were various young men, whom I walked with on the street, who also were
in our crowd, whether or not they were ever honored with a limosine
ride with us. So, I'm telling you what it was, and is, now. I never
went to court to make it my real name. Madonna always had an artifice
for every circumstance, and this is a case in point.
This is not to say that the traditionally
acknowledged black Stephen Bray wasn't involved in real music, and so
on. He was.
However, I was the real guy who hung around with Madonna, and rode with
her in her limosine. Madonna was already doing the limosine scene in
the 1970's, before the public had heard of her. I know, because I was
there with her. I had a good time with her, and I even had sex with
her, once. But, as you can deduce from the above, there was room for
improvement, as far as what I got out of it. Some of her music DID come
from me. Some of the music other music people got famous for also came
from me, as examples: 1) Green Day, and 2) Maroon Five. And that's not
all. My music always made the big time.
If I recall correctly about this detail, I did meet the black Stephen
Bray, once, but that was all. He was never around any other time, when
I was with the Madonna crowd.
A recent headshot (above) - Summer of 2015
A Spontaneous Shot of Me (above) - c. March of