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29Dec/0912

James Arthur Ray emails Widow Just in Time for the Holidays!

On Christmas Eve, I went to visit my second earthly mother, Jane, in order to drop off James and Alyssa's eldest daughter's Christmas present (James Shore's lap top - which returned from Arizona without its owner). I stayed to visit with Jane - a wonderful and loving mother - an unrelenting advocate for her children - a mother who has twice had to bury one of her sons. She was stoic, per usual... but this didn't fool me. I have known Jane for years. While I wrote down the password for the computer, Jane was looking at a photo of James and Alyssa which she had pulled from the center of the fireplace mantle. I took note and drew a deep breath... Then she said, "He can never be replaced." I replied, "I know it." I exhaled slowly and affixed the sticky note to the machine's screen and closed the lap top that was once held in the loving hands of my brother James - to send it, gift wrapped, to his eldest daughter. That I was sending forthÂ a relic - a cold, calculating-machine to his first child - in the guise of something she might want for Christmas was almost laughable. Who will embrace these children as their father?

James' youngest - his son, D, fell fast asleepÂ knowing that in the morning he would know the truth of Santa Claus... He told Alyssa that if SantaÂ was real, he would surelyÂ bring his father back (especially givenÂ how well-behaved he's been these past couple months.) He tucked himself in early, so excited was he that his fatherÂ would be returned to himÂ when he awoke. Who will give him his childhood back? Who will take him to the skate park, the movies, read to him the exploits of Frodo and Gandalf, and teach him about being a man? Who will see him off when the time comes for him to make his own way? Who will counsel him - as flesh-of-flesh, blood-of-blood?

Jane is right: heÂ can never be replaced.

From: James Arthur Ray <jamesray@jamesray.com>
Date: Mon, Dec 21, 2009 at 5:36 PM
Subject: Happy holidays
To: alyssa.gillespie@gmail.com

Â Happy holidays to all my friends and loved ones...

I just wanted to send out a quick message during this season to remind you to take time from all the typical rush to keep in mind the true value of what the holidays represent; to connect with your family; to count the many blessings you have in your life; to celebrate all your accomplishments for the year, whether great or small; to remember all the wonderful lessons you've learned, even if they came disguised as challenges; and to maybe most importantly take some time for yourself and reflect upon your dreams, intentions and values for the new year.
Happy holidays,

James Arthur Ray

President/CEO
James Ray International, Inc.
This message was sent from James Arthur Ray to alyssa.gillespie@gmail.com. It was sent from: James Ray Intl, 5927 Balfour Court, Suite 104, Carlsbad, CA 92008. You can modify/update your subscription via the link below.

What an ass... a complete charlatan, murdererÂ and horse's ass is no way to go through life.

UPDATE: when negligence becomes something much worse...

According to documents, a man who helped build the lodge told investigators he helped with the ceremonies three times, and every time people would end up in medical distress. He also said Ray ignored the problems.

James Shore, the "Heretic" - Dies on a "Good Day to Die"

During the sweat lodge, Beverley remembers hearing someone say, "I can't get her to move, I can't get her to wake up." James Ray replied, "Leave her alone, she'll be dealt with in the next round." This confirms the statements made by the Mercers. At one point, someone lifted up the side of the tent to get air. James reprimanded the person and said this was "sacrilegious". We determined through other interviews that the person lifting up the tarp to get air was one of the victims, James Shore. Beverley also stated that James Ray was saying things like, "You may think that you're going to die but you're not going to die." This further confirms the Mercer's statements.