James Ray International

8Oct/102

Death in Sedona +365 Days of James Arthur Ray

As mentioned here numerous times, James Scott Shore was a very dear friend of mine - a brother really. James died at the hands of one James Arthur Ray (aka. DeathRay)

the measure of the man

When I reflect on his absence, I still become mad. I still become sad. And I still have to subjugate the impulses that roil in my soul.

Truth be told, I cannot spend much time thinking on James' death. Or the manner in which he died. Or how seemingly senseless it was for him to die in the manner in which he did - without becoming very angry and wanting to exact payment for his stolen life. Likewise, I try to avoid thinking less selfishly - that is, I try to avoid thinking on the impact it has had on James' family - his widow, his children, his mom, sister, brother, etc. Because when I do think about what it means and what it will mean forever into the future, I begin to shift from light to darkness. And it becomes near impossible not to fantasize about exacting payment in full.

It is decidedly a good thing that I am a Christian. Because I cannot say with absolute certainty that were I an atheist I would not feel obligated to balance the scales. In the absence of a Divine Debt Collector, I might actually feel it was my place to reconcile the books.

I will not lie: I am not entirely easy to manage. I am as nasty as I am kind. Dan would understand this, given that he is also so-inclined. He has much better control of his darker side as it relates to revenge, however. A much gentler general disposition is he - yet, I can tell you that there is a very deep proclivity toward Justice and seeing Justice satisfied that must be genetic (so difficult to override it is). Almost mechanical and outside of the purview of reason it is.

To give you an example, I am shaking as I write this piece. I mean physically shaking. And I know what that is. I know why my body quakes. And it is scary. A younger me would not have had the wherewithal to contain the core.

This year has been brutal. And the only manner in which I have been able to plow through is on the one hand to think on how little my suffering is compared to James' children and wife - and on the other to recognize that I have a mission to see to... namely, serving his family and proving pridefully James' vision for this business had merit.

I don't understand these things any more today than a year ago.

But this anniversary does warrant a big fat loud "Fuck You" to James Arthur Ray. Well and truly, "Fuck You, James Arthur Ray. Charlatan, scam artist and mal-educated hack".

Enoch_Root

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21Dec/095

Remember JAR… you are dust and to dust you shall return.

I can tell you what happens to a person's body when that person has died at the hands of the negligence of James Arthur Ray...

On October 8th, 2009, James Scott Shore died - one of three to die due to James Arthur Ray and team's negligence in Sedona, AZ - during Ray's so-called "Spiritual Warrior" retreat.

As I have chronicled to some extent here, James Shore's death turned Alyssa into a widow - and their three lovely children fatherless.

What I have not mentioned here is that my friend's - my brother's - body has been on ice ever since. That is, his corpse has not yet been put to rest. No. While James Arthur Ray's body continues to eat, shit, piss and sleep - James Shore's body has been in state. That is, his body has been - for the past 2.5 months - sitting in a cooler at the funeral home.

Of all of the things that have upset me regarding the death of James Shore at the hands of James Arthur Ray, the fact that his remains have been melting away in some locker for all of this time makes me perhaps more sick to my stomach than the fact that James cooked to death in the first place while Ray chastised a lone voice calling for him to put an end to the pressure cooker.

It is disgusting to think that my friend's body - the Temple of the Holy Spirit Himself - has been so abused. I understand why the authorities and the family chose to keep James' body intact. Out of necessity. In order that no evidence be destroyed. In order that when James Arthur Ray and his sycophants are called to account, Alyssa and James Shore's mother know that they in no way jeopardized the case against the man who killed their beloved James. But still, for the record it must be said that 2.5 months in state is enough to make one's skin crawl. And in my case, it is enough to boil my blood. My beautiful friend rotting slowly. As dignified as the funeral home has tried to make this awful necessity... this is a very undignified manner in which to have one's body treated.

For many this may seem a horrible thing for me to speak to. But my brother James would want me to scream it from the mountain tops... and he would not want me to pull punches, either. He would insist that I speak to the uncomfortable truth that insult has been heaped upon injury. And this awful state of affairs... both his unnecessary death and subsequent abuse of his body are both brought to us by James Arthur Ray.

If Ray were interested in justice, he would not have signaled that he intends to fight vigorously to defend himself - with all of his and James Ray International's treasure. As indefensible as his actions and then inaction are. As indefensible as leaving a widow and 3 orphans in no-man's land - with no money or means to sustain themselves without their beloved is. If he were interested in justice, my brother would have long since been committed to hallowed ground. This is to say that James Arthur Ray's sins against this innocent family and against God have since been compounded by his subsequent decisions. All of this, Cosmically, belongs to James Arthur Ray.

Today, James' body will FINALLY be cremated. The Temple of the Holy Spirit while he was alive will FINALLY be able to rest. To return to ash and dust.

Today happens to be the Winter Solstice. The darkest days are said to be behind us. And we once again witness the growth of light. The darkness is beaten back.Â In my Catholic faith, we normally wait to be reborn on Easter. But this year, I am going to hit reset at midnight tonight.

But before I forgive in my heart the scumbag charlatan snake-oil salesman that is James Arthur Ray... I here and now throw all suffering in the hearts of those who love and miss James Shore... all sadness... all insult... all hurt and pain away from us ---- BACK TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER: JAMES ARTHUR RAY. A pox on his house and all who defend him - until he REPENTS! REPENTS! REPENTS! and returns to the Lord God. May your days be enough to banish your pride and your nights full of terror until you embrace the Light.