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Here is my latest recipe. This one is what I call Vegetarian Chili Con Nopalitos. This name describes it. Here is a link to the text of the recipe: Vegetarian Chili Con Nopalitos This recipe is entirely mine. I created with through trial and error, and taste tested it.

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 maternal gaze.

    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: tfp@tfp.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 influence.

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.

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.
Jennifer and Justin - secret wedding
By the way, Jen, 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.
Madonna pierced by a sword
Oh, would that this were real !

So, wouldn't you 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?

Obama monkey
Excuse me for being a little late with this observation, but this is the Chinese year of the monkey, Madonna. So, now I'm wondering, how does Madonna relate to a monkey? Can this also be Madonna's year, based on this being the year of the monkey? If this is Madonna's year, also, I don't think it has anything to do with monkeys. Oh...except for one thing that just came to mind: Madonna had a lot of "fur" down under, in those early nudes of her. That's the only similarity I can think of between her and monkeys.
old madonna nude - wooly & spread
Here's an example of an early, furry, 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 refused.

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 have any.

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.
Whitney Houton with Bobbi Kristina
Whitney and Bobbi Kristina look happy in this photo.

Well, real  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 biggest hits.

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:
I really am the 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.
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