FBI Missing Persons – Where is Reachelle Smith?

Since May 17, 2006
Minot, North Dakota


Subject Image Subject Image


Date(s) of Birth Used:

September 10, 2002

Place of Birth:





40 pounds










Reachelle Smith is missing under suspicious circumstances. She was last seen at her residence in Minot, North Dakota, by her guardian at approximately 1 a.m. on May 17, 2006. When the guardian awoke the next morning and found Reachelle gone, the guardian’s male roommate stated that Reachelle would be spending a few days with his mother, with whom the child has a grandmother-type relationship.

On May 22, the guardian awoke to find the roommate missing, along with her own van. She called police to report the missing child and roommate. The roommate was later found dead in the van, by an apparent suicide, outside of Minot. Reachelle was not inside the van.


The FBI is offering a reward for information regarding the disappearance of Reachelle Smith.

If you have any information concerning this person, please contact your local FBI office or the nearest American Embassy or Consulate.

Field Office: Minneapolis

A Temporary Existence

pic by mark ulyseas

We live a temporary existence.
Aping and aspiring to all that we admire
In the never ending stream of daydreams, intoxica, erotica and hysteria.
Esoteria being the spice that makes living palatable.
All this is blended in a medium of perceived or warped reality.

We live on spaceship Earth, hurtling through Time.
Our lives are not even a blip on the Universal screen.
Yet we assume we know the purpose of our existence and Will of our God.

Nothing belongs to us.
Not even our souls.

So why do we bother killing each other for our Faith?

When this temporary existence
ends in the vortex of the Universal Refuse Bin.

God’s La Petite Mort

Is the earthquake and Tsunami God’s La Petite Mort ?

From the moment we are born we begin dying
And in death, we have eternal life

So why grieve for the dead
When life is but a celestial thought
Fleeting moments in cosmic time
Then forgotten for eternity?

Let us rejoice while God uses us for his pleasure.


(La petite mort, French for “the little death”, is a metaphor for orgasm)

Stillborn in Life

Photograph by Mark Ulyseas

I am dead
The wheel warbles
The flowers fade
And rivers carry all to seed

I am dead

Lifeless in a used condom
Like a mindless still day
A muted Thrush
A featherless bird of paradise

I am dead

Yet they speak to me
Formless in a Petri dish
Of God and surrender
And hope
And love

I live in death

For it has no desires
I feel not the pain
I dream not in death
For I am stillborn in life

February 01, 2011

Russian roulette for one

Why survive on the cusp of desperation
When one can walk away into the darkeness
The great sleep will bring with it
Consciousness that soothes the soul

The rat race
Th minute waltz
The fandango in a trance
Regrets, pain, laughter…reverberate
But no one is listening
Just the pigeons huddled on ledges
Overlooking deserted streets

I waited to be
I waited to love
I wanted to leave an inheritance in the void
But fate played a trick
As the trigger clicked
Russian roulette for one

In Vino Veritas

In the wine lies the truth.

A glass of Spanish or Chardonnay is often the recourse for genteel folk to retreat into the Serengeti of imagination; flickering colors and shapes like images in a kaleidoscope being viewed by a Schizophrenic.

As the body and mind merges into one warm wholesome being, thoughts of unabashed emotions slowly creep up and empower the inducer to become fleet footed of mind and senses – words and actions become synonymous with the free flow of life – no barriers just the great wide yonder beckoning like a bitch in heat.

In the inebriated nuances of wine and poses, the murmuring releases the bonds of perceived sanity and all is let loose upon the senses.

Many have succumbed to the seductions of wine. It’s bouquet, its aroma and its taste…a concerto conniving insidiously with the prosaic and the exotic to ignite sensory perceptions on the untraveled path to a world of the uninitiated.

Ask a Christian, they will tell you what it means to drink the blood of Christ.

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om