#someone's

It's a well-known fact that John has been open about his contact with spirits in other dimensions for a long time, but to my knowledge, he has only ever made public the name of one of these entities: Jean.

Jean is namechecked in 'Ratiug' from PBX Funicular Intaglio Zone:

'Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat She sees a haze that could penetrate more black'

I find it interesting that John gives her the surname Nealy. It sounds almost identical to the word 'nearly' which, in my mind at least, evokes the idea of incorporeality: a state of being without a physical body.

Jean was famously mentioned during a solo show John did in 2001. He details how she inspired the song 'Someone's' from To Record Only Water for Ten Days:

'This song is written to a very good friend of mine named Jean, who is a spirit. She was possessing a person who is a very good friend of mine, who was asleep. And we've talked many times, and she tells me about what it is like in other dimensions, like places you'll go after you die. You're actually there right now; there are places that you go after you die, and you're already there. And you're already living that life simeltanously with this, because they're in a kind of time zone…where they are at every time at once. And we're only at this short period of time. People who are spirits, they live in every time zone at once, because they don't have a sense of time. Consequently they can't write songs, and they can't do drugs, they can't have sex, they can't…do all these things that we do, because we have time. You don't realize that it's time…it's not your flesh, or anything like that. It's time. You're very lucky to have time. You should appreciate it while you have it.'

He also introduced the song live at Paradiso, Amsterdam, February 8, 2001 with:

“This song is dedicated to someone who lives out there (John points with his right arm to the sky) not among us, but she is inside of you, you know, she could be inside of you over here.”

Taking this into account, the lyrics of Someone's and Ratiug (which is the word GUITAR backwards, by the way) make a lot more sense.

The nature of who or what Jean is, is a mystery. It appears that she may never have had a turn in a human body (ie, incarnated), but given how close John seems to be with her, it could be surmised that she acts as a sort of guardian angel to him.

'And I'm so happy And sad 'cause they both Connect me with when I'd never been A body'

-Lyrics to 'Someone's' from To Record Only Water For Ten Days

My redesign for the flag of Virginia! It's my contribution to someone's first flag contest ever, thoughts?

This is terrifying. Not only can Shadow Weaver erase memories, but she can create auditory and visual replicas of people. Can you imagine if she ever used that on Adora or Catra as children? To make them doubt themselves, each other?  What if, after this episode, Adora has trouble sleeping with the lights off. What if she has to constantly touch Bow and Glimmer to be certain that they’re real.  What if she starts to see things, and she is convinced that Shadow Weaver is back. What if she tells Bow and Glimmer, but they can never see them? What if one time they wake Adora up at night, these little blobs the size of rats, clawing at her arms and legs and shoulders and face and she screams and tears them all off but the second Glimmer turns on the lights to investigate they disappear What if Adora becomes increasingly tense, stressed, fatigued, because she can’t sleep. What if she’s constantly chasing shadows, insisting that Shadow Weaver is there. Bow and Glimmer believe her, because of course they do, because they didn’t last time and look at how wrong they were! But they never seem to catch her? Or see her, for that matter? And she gets tired. She’s so tired. Maybe Shadow Weaver is cruel and manipulative but she was the only mother figure that Adora ever knew. Adora sits and talks to her. Because she can’t catch her and nobody else sees her and she’s so tired of chasing. So she sits. She talks about how easy it has been, to settle into her new home, how nice, to learn of all these things-- but she also talks about how hard it has been, how different everything is, how she misses the regular schedule of the Horde (like clockwork, like a well oiled machine), where she knew she was important, a cog in the machine, but just that-- a cog, thoughtless but essential. Now she has worlds and galaxies and so many heavy things she didn’t even know existed before resting on her shoulders.   And the Shadow Weaver tells Adora she will never be worthy. She will never be perfect. She is failing at everything and Catra isn’t around to blame for it any longer. It can only be her own fault. Adora, angry, desperate, tries to punch the Shadow Weaver. She hits everything the shadows appear on. The bed. Tables. The walls. Glass windows. Glimmer and Bow find her shouting at the wall, her knuckles destroyed, blood splashed all over the place. Adora’s back it to them. She’s screaming at nothing. “Adora?” She turns around. Bow and Glimmer stare. Adora turns, looks back. It was all in her head. It’s all in her head. Shadow Weaver was never trying to convince Adora that she is a failure. Adora was telling herself that on her own all along.

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