HB25-1312

 

Hello Monday,

Things seem to be reaching a level of horror in Colorado, England, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, oh and Utah is also getting bad. 

California, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada have all gone. 

This is a link you can 'click' it'll take you to Colorado House Bill 25-1312 and you can read this

"SUBJECTS: Children & Domestic Matters Education & School Finance (Pre & K-12) Health Care & Health Insurance

BILL SUMMARY

Section 1 of the bill creates the "Kelly Loving Act". Section 2 provides that, when making child custody decisions and determining the best interests of a child for purposes of parenting time, a court shall consider deadnaming, misgendering, or threatening to publish material related to an individual's gender-affirming health-care services as types of coercive control. A court shall consider reports of coercive control when determining the allocation of parental responsibilities in accordance with the best interests of the child. Section 3 prohibits a Colorado court from applying or giving any force or effect to another state's law that authorizes a state agency to remove a child from the child's parent or guardian because the parent or guardian allowed the child to receive gender-affirming health-care services. Section 4 provides that, if a local education provider, an educator, or a contractor chooses to enact or enforce a policy related to chosen names, that policy must be to make the policy inclusive of all reasons that a student might adopt a chosen name that differs from the student's legal name. Sections 5 and 6 provide that a dress code adopted or implemented by a local education provider must not create or enforce any rules based on gender and must allow each student to abide by any variation of the dress code. Section 7 provides that, when an individual is required to provide their name through a form administered by a public entity, the form must include an option to provide the individual's legal name and chosen name. If the individual provides a chosen name that is different from the individual's legal name, the chosen name must be used on all subsequent forms administered by the public entity. Sections 8 and 9 define deadnaming and misgendering as discriminatory acts in the "Colorado Anti-Discrimination Act", and prohibit these discriminatory acts in places of public accommodation.

(Note: This summary applies to this bill as introduced.)"

Meanwhile I am mortified that more people are not mortified at the ramifications before them if they are citizens of Colorado. 

Now to make it as uncomfortable and repetitive as I can for the reader... 

I would also like to add that women Cohomos are on the rise in the public schools. I started a list of links and again I was mortified at the numbers. Women that engage with boys are child rapists. The psychology of rape is about the control, all rape is violent and all those under the age of 18 can not consent to sex with an adult. Those that make excuse for this behavior are the other half of the problem. Here is one link to a few stories...

Should we talk again about what the + is in the long list of meaningless letter flags?

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear First United Methodist Church and the like, you can not make excuses, God does not make mistakes, if I could personally shun you more I would. 

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear psychologists and therapist, eventually the world will see what a poison sham you have unleashed upon Western society.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear all those in the Medical community to included the nurses, doctors, hospital administrators, insurance company administrators, and those involved in the 'gender affirming' process that is nothing of the sort. We look at you as worse then Josef Mengele, from the eugenics to the sterilization to the removal of their God given right to an orgasm. This is sexual and mental mutilation of children and adults a-like.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear normal tax payer and insurance card holder, you pay for that other persons 'self' to identify as the animal that is only concerned with sex and all the phalluses sewn on to women, the new holes/open wounds they 'create' for something to be inserted, the healthy breast removal, the jaw line shaving, the nose jobs, the brow lines, the Adams apple shaving...and more...all so someone can pretend they are something else. Oh, your 'company' pays for it, "you don't know about that"...fuck you, say something please.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear 'educators/teachers/school administrators, and some boards of education and the like, don't ever wonder what's wrong with the children. You are what is wrong with them. 

In Colorado if you don't 'affirm' your child the State will be able to take them away and have them affirmed for you...

You have no parental rights if this passes in Colorado. 

It's mighty time to stop being kind.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

We left the State of Colorado just in time. I told as many people as I could and warned and warned and warned since I found out in 2015 that the goal of the trans world was not to 'give' rights to trannies but it would take away the civil rights of every ones BODY. They did it with the jab. Most normal people don't know that soon if not already the school nurse will be administering regulated 'vaccines' or 'gender affirming hormones unbeknownst to parents that are just trying to make ends meet and go along to get along but it's too late.

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The story of Sodom and Gomorrah seems to be forgotten by the new 'christians' and the lefties that scream Jesus forgiveness made up garbage, so let me remind you but a note first, the Mormons don't take into account for their record of happenings most of the Old Testament, their chit is more made up than my Grandpas fishing stories-Grandpa didn't fish. One story the Mormons did take up was that of Lot.

I'm going to assume you know this, so this is just reminder in paraphrase...

Abraham is told by God that Sodom is going to be destroyed and Abraham is a good guy and pleads with God and Abraham asks if He would wipe away the righteous and the wicked. So God is Good and Abraham pleads down from the ability to find 50 righteous to 10. If there are 10 righteous people in Sodom God will not destroy it. 

Two Angels arrive at Lot's abode in Sodom, nephew to Abraham that earlier in the story Abraham saves Lot from captivity (it's a good story, you should read the whole thing) and the men show up all wanting to have sex with these two Angels, Lot offers his virgin daughters instead and the crowd of men that just want to have sex with the Angels reject this. The Angels strike the crowd with blindness and tell Lot, his virgin (no children) daughters and his wife to gather their things and leave and don't look back, the son in laws stay behind. 

You might know how the story ends, with Lot's wife turning around and turning into a salt pillar as God unleashes fire and brimstone upon Sodom and Gomorrah. Later down the road a bit Lot's virgin (no children) daughters will pine over the fact that they have no offspring and will get their father drunk and have sex with him, (obviously it was the daughters idea), the eldest daughter names her son, Moab...the other one matters but this is just the Mormon connection...and the pedopart of it, ingrained you might say.

  

The people that speak for the sexual and mental mutilation of children are just as bad as those that are silent. 

Hannahs Mum

 

How much?

The very smart woman in the white coat, syringe in hand filled with the prospect of life, centered the needled end into the egg, then the flash came.

The strange space was empty, cold, it felt like danger. She thought it would be a welcoming and warm place, with a vibration of breath and the pulse of the life.

On what might have been another planet at another time in space,

 a flash did come from whence only

God can make 

The very smart woman in the white coat, peered deep into the new life and thread before her and there the very smart woman in the white coat, moved around a hair or two, and cut the blue wire while she was there too, oops, did she just nick the little place, no worries there, she can replace.

She knew what was happening was wrong and if she had fingers she would be able to reach out and touch the spot of the manipulation of She that would never be, because the very smart woman in the white coat had just messed up...again...

The very smart woman in the white coat, syringe in hand filled with the prospect of life, centered the needled end into the egg, then the flash came.

The strange space was empty, cold, it felt like danger. She thought it would be a welcoming and warm place, with a vibration of breath and the pulse of life.  

The very smart woman in the white coat, peered deep into the new life and her thread and there the very smart woman in the white coat, moved around a hair or two, a beautiful female with a crown of red hair she would be, athletic, 5 feet 9 inches in height and the modifications of disease instruction man made and improved, she would never become sick with any illness known to man. Her name might be Hannah.

What they could not manipulate 

were intelligent factors 

because 

they could not calculate those.

The very smart woman in the white coat, passed along her work to the next in the team, another very smart woman in a white coat, as they all seemed to be the same. This next very smart woman in a white coat, placed Hannah in another strange place but this one had the vibration of breath and the pulse of life, there was just something, not right. 

 On what might have been another planet at another time in space,

 another flash did come from whence only

God can make

Hannahs mum didn't want the burden of a future with a broken down body giving birth to babies and she was single anyway, so she could pick and choose. She could afford to hire out the process of baby making, she was a big deal in some arena where life is faked on every level. She saw her gay friends do it all the time because they wanted a perfect baby but they couldn't make one, she understood that two men or two women can't make babies so they have the White Coats do it. Hannahs mum had hired a nice woman she had interviewed to carry Hannah through gestation, then Hannahs mum would be there when she was born and whisk her perfectly baked human home. 

A few years later Hannah is not ok and Hannahs mum goes to the White Coats for help and they tell her they made her wrong and to fix her they would have to remove some pieces here and add some others there. The very smart women in the white coats assure Hannahs mum, that had no connection at all to the child she bought from a very smart woman in a white coat, let the very smart woman in the white coat have a try at fixing Hannah, that always knew something wasn't right but what wasn't right wasn't that the very smart women in the white coat were telling Hannahs mum. 

The very smart women in the white coats had another experiment to begin. 

They brought all the #science from the factory Mother land

and we just act like all this is

A

O

K

 On what might have been another planet at another time in space,

 another flash did come from whence only

God can make

There was a perfect catch

from one mom 

to the other

 another breeding program

programing the future

Les Ruches

 

This is going to written in some order but chaos is always order.

This is a strange economics lesson on knowing where system models come from so you can properly assess the situation.

It didn't start with Griffin there was something before that and before that but then my cathnillion joke went to far. - that was fun to write although it's not connected in any way. 

Get to know a guy named John Laws, who his family was and the fiat currency debacle and the 1720 crash and why...I love a pyramid but I don't like a pyramid scheme. Grasp where the power comes from to move mountains of Gold, unless it's on paper=what is fiat currency. Fiat currency is backed by?

Side note: I think I'm repeating myself but if there is a 'DOGE' savings allotment not one cent should go to anyone that didn't pay federal income tax .

Don't forget location theory and transportation. 

Keynesian economic models believe manipulation of the system through central banks (what is the Federal Reserve?) is the best way to control a system based on a fiat currency equal to zero in real life, like bitcoin and ethereum too when in to the ether we view;)

Enter the French Indies companies overseas subsidiaries and who controlled them and what were they actually doing. Then follow the line of individuals into the future of today often in Brussels like sprouts collected all of the same lines. 

1933-1974 Gold was prohibited to own in the United States=the US citizen must now depend on the State for the worth of their $ as it was now 'backed' by a Gold reserve, but was it really?

Enter the famous President and loved by all communist and his lesbian wife that was groomed by her boarding school teacher...Eleanor Roosevelt. Know who the people are making the policy models and then tell me Hillary Clinton or Michelle Obama had no power.  

Back to Eleanor, not a fan here, she did a great deal of damage to our American social network the way communist always do, this is not hyperbole it is document fact and you can see the communist anti family ideology in the public school systems. 

1935 Social Security System starts to insure the 'workers', those (the 'workers') that put into the system will receive an amount the State determines at the time the State determines. If you do not put into the system and you are married the wife and children may receive a portion of what the 'worker' put in, the amount is determined by the State, often leaving the wife and children poor, because she wasn't a 'worker', she was a mom, so the need would have to be everybody has to be a 'worker' so to put the amount determined by the State to be dolled out by the State at the time the State approves. Everyone needs a job now or there is no social security and the more people you have pay in the more money there is for the State to determine, how much, when and why. 

As time goes on from the glory days of the 1930's and Unions and such the fabric of the nation states to come apart when the future looks to the movement and says, "I paid into that and I want my fair share when it's my turn." Meanwhile the dollar he's pondering is worth the paper it's printed, but he's a 'worker' and not a financier and he depends on the State at the end of his days. 

Social security isn't just a scam it's a scam against the might of family and takes wealth away to a time of their* choosing, "for you own 'social security'"

Then WW2 happened, where are we now?

We can change a system.

Motion Activated Thermotita

 

Most want any easy hack, a quick fix, a no work soultion. 

A state of constant learning outside of your expertise is the key to cross firing neurons, always reaching for and riding the electrical archs while reading them. In magik some call it working with your dark side, the subconscious that is you as well, suppressed during the light hours. During light hours you learn normal human thinking things: how to fold something differently then the way you had before because it is more efficient the way Iona taught you that strange day when she knocked on the door and took the offer of tea and the two of you folded the clothes that were strewn across kitchen counter, talk of the children heavy on the old Jamaican woman's mind, and then you do it with your left hand dominate where in the past you would have chosen your precision hand by default. You hear what people say because you know why they say it, and you no longer listen to what people say because they say it. When the 'doctors and scientists' manipulate a gene, a hormone messenger or protein, they see(tel) only the small effect that will happen with the intrusion of the brains neurons firing and access to control of the body as a whole; a human is a complex being made up of many parts that are more connected then you might imagine because if you did know you would act in accordance. 

Many different kinds of people will read this...

Some will say...

"she's a kook.", I know this guys name and hers too, their thoughts do not disturb mine.

Others will say...

"I want to believe it but I don't." I love this person.

then yet a person from the past will say...

"I always knew she was magical." They just love me.

another will say...

"I think I can do this and there is nothing wrong with trying." I give you fair warning to tread lightly upon your self in some spots and harder in others, knowing where is the key along grace and patience but you must have daily persistence. Knowing your dark side is me knowing when it comes time to kill the chickens grown for our bodily nourishment, I will thank each one as I sing beautiful songs of love and thanks, then I'll probably have a smoke after, when the time comes. You prepare your mind ahead with thoughts of love. Also if you are an actual bad person, have at it...I'll see you in the shadows, where I know the uniform of the day and how to arch the parts.  

Humans are motion activated. I heard some moron on a podcast, talking about how someone said that peoples backs hurt because we aren't supposed to be walking upright. My daughters voice in my head just said, "Da fuck?". In actuality if you are a normal person without injury and your back hurts it's most likely because you have poor posture and you walk with your shoulders slumped as you scrape your feet along the ground as you walk...you can change this. Moving with perfection should always be ones goal and we were made to move upright and tall, back straight and head held high, eyes forward and your peripheral site engaged, you have a neck, it swivels to give your eyes more...vision to add to the collection you are gathering for use later when you can focus on that which is placed deep for later engagement. 

When I move in rhythm my heart beat and blood flow can help cells grow, it's a rhythm that is myth to some but a gift from God and knowing it can be taken away is the greatest gift of knowing. The way the Flamenco dancer moves the singer, the musician and those around them, commanding their bidding, as does the woman as she sways her hips and belly commanding the man to follow her in a magical rhythmic persuasion; you mind (subconscious does this with your consciousness and when they dance together...)

Back to brain learning modification...when a human grasps that their mind sees more than their consciousness because it inserts qualified material into the system manager for you, that is your self that understands so you walk in the appropriate manner of the moment you are existing (a moment in time: at the grocery store is different then your work place, is different then your bathroom, is different then the Easter celebration, you get the drift I hope, this is esoteric and pedestrian at the same time, small and large.) How do you access this area that is hidden from the consciousness is something I don't know if everyone can do it. I don't get along with numbers because they are man created and make not much sense to me, it's categorized as dyscalculia, a learning disability they* call it, something wrong* with the brain of that which they know nothing of except how to lie to it.   

Today I will be gathering fresh green for the compost pile, 3 by 3 will do but 4 by 4 is best, as we cook the waste to remove the pests somewhere between 130-160 F. 

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I started with this sentence below, then moved to the to and fro of brain barf and neuron connection thoughts.

The trick is knowing there is no power but God above All and you are here for a some what limited amount of time and your job is to get it*8 perfect. 

I hope this isn't throwing pearls to swine. 

April Fools Showers

 

"If you aren’t early, you are late." 

8:18 31March

Do you stage your fights? Free hand some times comes with more might but if you can manage multiple levels with 4chan in one palm and lines drawn on the other an interesting stories do unfold.

8:23 1 April

The fool is upside down or right side up depending on the view of the table. How many views of the table are there to view the fool. 

5:16 2 April

I picked up a book today with information you will need later.

10:55 6 April

Here is a link to HB25-1312 so you can read the state of the people in Colorado and what is important to the citizens and to the State. I can't run myself far enough from these monsters, they are everywhere and all over the education system, wives in the military, people I knew from schools I attended, Ex in-laws, the marketing major that can't be taken serious anymore because her son is a sexual ____, what do we call these people, they are trans into nothing, a joke of a human. ...and we let the doctors do this and the insurance companies pay for it with YOUR dollars. It's getting worse.

4:08 6 April

Magnetic attraction

4:20 7 April

It seems someone wants me to feel more 'empathy' but I'm not sure where this empathy should be vectored. Meanwhile I'd like to figure out how to get from object origin to object destination but it's difficult when worried for humanity. I think I was on crystals and they have to be from the place where they are destined to go from whence maybe the came.

9:25 8 April

I just felt the earth move under me when it moved not. It did the same in the airport in Istanbul on the way out. 

Blood of the Lamb

 

This Passover season

I show good reason

to pass over false teachers

men and women a like

 Christians they call themselves

The name of Christ blasphemed

Paula White is going to make sure you get 7 supernatural blessings, parced from a small library of some other else's choosing and said in small library a warning that many false teachers will rise is written, if you give her money. 

You wonder who falls for this and this is Donald Trumps spiritual advisor. 

For some reason she makes sure you know she's married now to someone we are supposed to care that he was in a band you might know the name of? That makes no sense to the future of peoples souls. 

This is stupid. 

This makes anyone that falls for or makes an excuse for this trash not intelligent enough to know they have been had or someone just bought their way to be a spiritual advisor and none of that is good either...but what do I know... 

I should be kind

The Jesus you worship 'would be flipping tables'. Those that say, "You don't know what's in someone else's heart?" Yeah do, I see through you, weak and scared of Death. "Pull up your mask."

"Right now we encourage you with obedience, to consider giving God your Best Passover Over blessing today."

That play with words is cruel and evil like this charlatan woman.

$50.00 will get you a recording of some words spoken by this charlatan. I actually feel terrible for the people that fall for this, I actually do care for the future and the souls of those I love- I do not love everyone, stupid people fall for that empathetic dangerous bullchit.   

$125.00 you receive an olive wood communion set plus the above and if you act now before Passover, grape juice from the holy land for and unleavened bread so you can join Paula, that with this name I see a dark shadow, and some man named Jon we are supposed to care about for what reason?

"$1000...as the Holy Spirit leads you," if you have the Oh believer in some strange thing where you pay this woman to pray for you as if she has a special power as she sells you a cheesey Waterford crystal cross for a $1000.00 plus all the above too and don't forget your 7 supernatural blessings. 

This is the lady that the White House has put into a position to help lead peoples souls to receive the after life? or are we still buying and selling them as the violin plays. This charlatan woman discredits any Goodness that might come near her, the black tar of her soul hidden under a skin plastered with a glamor so know one can see the ugly underneath.  

"If you have need in your life please send me your passover prayer request right away. I will stand in agreement with you and take your prayer requests before the Lord. Don't miss your moment and divine appointment with the God of Glory."

May God strike this woman down 

Am I allowed to say this?

yes/khen/sic

"Obey the Holy Spirit and honor God with your best passover offering as you release all seven supernatural blessings of Passover."

I have really bad news to tell you, Passover was supposed to let the Angel of Death not take your first born, but the devil(by any other name) led you into temptation and told you, you would be forgiven because the Lamb of God died on the cross for your sins (it's quite galling they sold that to you), so you can sacrifice your babies on your own to the small g o d of the $, or what ever other reason you give your self for what ever it is you do that you know is wrong and you do it any way.

If I were you I would mark your door with the blood of a lamb if you want the Angel of Death to Pass Over your home.

There is something written somewhere that those that follow the new testament, that when the Christians start celebrating passover the end was near. I am here.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story of how I traveled the world looking for True faith in people, where I found the beauty of buildings but empty of the Holy Spirit and no rivers to carry you over, or smoke to sooth the way. On the street I found men in good order their eyes covered readying to carry the weight of their world, the Good Mother that birthed their savior. Although he be not my savior he is one of many prophets I love and I call him from the dead for others to see the Truth in the way.

"I follow Jesus because I'ma sinner."-nope, you are a sinner because you don't control your self. 

Not everyone is invited. 

Do you really want freedom?

Not Just A Man

 

“Virtus junxit, mors non separabit”

This just be one

When perhaps there was once a time when the Red Cross Standard flew wide and high, moving the word on pure horse power across great lands and seas with the winds that blew. Some they parked and others traveled but no matter brothers were what mattered.

Man next to man, next to man whom is not just a man.

When perhaps and if they did one day stand upon the stones gathered to finally put to place the one that binds them.

So mote it be

And so it’s clear and you know what it mean 

Inshallah

The men carried the weight of the future upon their shoulders, blind to where they would go straight or turn, faith in their brotherhood and God above would show them the way. 

From and to all the hermandad that place the mother above all, the bright light in the east a once and for all.

Bear Below the Tree of Life

 

The Wolf and Dragon stood guard frozen in a moment of time below the maneless lion positioned above them. Two worlds beneath her, one paw on each, an eagle perched upon her left shoulder and a tiny mouse posturing to whisper in her right ear. 

Tall deep piney evergreens reaching like needles into the sky and canopied trees that shaded the ground from the sun, moon, and star and a soft carpet of moss upon the ground kept the place from eyes seeing above and below.

The woman in the black and white oxfords moved upon Terra with smooth quickness her vision clear and all her eyes open.

This space was for her to move above.

Swirls of dust and leaves spun on the ground in a tight centrifugal force pushing the visible matter up in the air. She stepped forward in to the gale and it spun her skyward, her wings that could not be seen unfolded and lifted her. 

The birds chirped and sang from the canopy trees as she found the natural spot that looked like she was floating above the matter and all terra. 

There she saw the bear below reaching for that which was her tree of life. 

She wanted to swoop down but her place was not upon it, her responsibility was the whole of the alls. 

Venid A Mi

 

The men carried the body of her son as his wife walked silently next to her, their tears flowed till there was none more to give. 

One foot in front of the other they walked holding hands, whispering about the change they would have to up end. 

The problem would always be would the men listen to the mother and wife, in the time line of the chosen.

Centurion

 

The Angels drifted to and fro watching the humans move about, all their natural clarity removed. Gods favorite children had compromised the way, making excuses to do and take what ever they wanted and none of it Good. 

She held her son’s limp, lifeless shell in her lap, his side pierced, his hands and feet mangled, dried blood caked around his crown from the thorns. Her disgust of humanity would be an emotion, not a feeling of distress, an emotion of love. 

Salty droplets fell on deaf ears, the eyes of 0thers shielded themselves from what their weakness had done. Her tears were not all the mother had left, though it would be that which she showed.

…

She was supposed to accept the terms they determined and defined.

…

Deaths black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet meander rock pathways placed a millennia or so ago. Her arm out she glided her hand along the faces of doors and walls that still spoke of old, memories and shouts, warnings from below. 

Deaths own salt hit the ground as she looked around.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Around the corner is a wall.

O(n^2)

If we played a game and a bubble sort were had of State of the Union

This is where we are

=

O(n^2) 

We should probably have a conversation about the future. 

I’m looking for Big Theta. 

Tied in Knots

 

White orange blossoms covered the trees lining the streets and squares; the scent filled the cool spring air. A soft sound of music played as the feet of the men moved in time carrying the weight upon their shoulders. Their eyes blinded by cloth, faith guided them as they moved in time through the crowd. 

Deaths window to the place across the way was a reflection of the past played out in a still picture that still moved in such a way when the curtains blew she knew. What she had seen in a day was an empty space dressed and embroidered with no access to the path way, shiny goblets and adornments empty of the passion of life. 

Once he wrote in the sand, “she will come for you”

Then it was said that those that could See 

She has not abandoned you

Bell Tolls

 

The little girl knelt in front of the pew to play with her sticker collection. Her parents sat, stood, knelt, sat and stood diligently as she played. 

The woman in the black and white shoes, tied tightly to ground her self to terra, sat, stood, and knelt as she listened to the foreign words of the man in the purple vestments. Her hands were dry as was her forehead where the passage should have been but the place was empty, no vessels had been concentrated.

The little girl played quietly while the woman in the black and white shoes drifted her eyes to the golden eagle with orb in its claws as it carried the weight of the words instead of hands. 

The woman in the black and white shoes, touched her knee to the hallowed ground, ‘no smoke and no river of life to pass through here’, as she stood up, her back straight, head held high, Death’s cloak flowed behind her as she walked away.

The bell high above her swung around and around and around the sound a call. 

Hello

 

Rise the shadow of the cross

TVRRIS

The bottom of her pants never touched the old earth below her. Her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet meandered the roman cobbled streets, the smoke of incense drifted through the tight ally’s and around acute angles…

Multiple War Paths

 

Wendy Williams banks with Wells Fargo. They determined something was wrong with her via her spending habits and took action to freeze her funds and get her an 'agent', she already had one that was 'helping' her. Anywho, she's a woman ripe with physical body problems and obvious mental ones I don't wish on anyone. I wish a quick death for all but child rapists and mutilators, and then I also want it quick but public. Ol' Wendy is in the news saying she can make good choices and the 'doctors' are saying she has dementia (frontal lobe/bad decision making) the State (a judge) decided. Both of her ex husbands have pasted and she has one child. 

My Mother fell and broke her L1 at the beginning of last year. There was no need for her to stay in hospital for her recovery so they chose a place that was convenient and covered by their insurance, 'Asbury, a place for mom', is what they say, you can read here how they market themselves.. Asbury Place is a recovery care facility and handles dementia patients. My father had but a few hours under distress to find a place. A few days later we will find out they have been closed down and reopened under 'new' management several times, infrastructure problems, care issues and the such, it's almost always the case I'm finding. This was my first time to walk in these specific black and white shoes, that I had been practicing for my entire life. 

This is how it went down...and why I tear it down, mountains of stone, one by one.

I'm in my early 50's, 

an interesting place to be; 

after 2020 everything changed 

it did not go, 'back to normal' 

like Y2K. 

My husband and I hop in our vehicle and make our way across the United States of America, stopping and staying at one of my sisters houses (a badass momjamma, hair a light with a different kind of sight). We take an evening and talk of the days and happenings and then continue on the next day to make quick time. Her husband had been denied care during the rona/boomer remover/covid lock down by individuals following orders that if you did not get the experimental jab you were persona non grata, another story in its entirety. 

My mother is not happy with her 'care'. The night she arrived the attendants that brought her there sat her on a bed and left. Forty five minutes later someone came in to help her, the damage was already done though. Their are actual names attached to the individuals that were compensated for the disastrous care of the woman that carted me to 3 different 'doctors' because I had broken my leg and 2 of the doctors told my Mother, "just make her get up and walk on it." My mother that fought for me and taught me how to walk more than once and how to eat in polite company. 

It's not, 'companies'...it's individuals doing the harm and damage. 

My mom had a broken back and they* sat her on a bed and left her sitting for 45 minutes in the middle of the night. Can you imagine someone with dementia? 

Doctors have already done damage to her by trying to 'fix' her. 

"Can't sleep?" = give some one an SSRI. What the fuck is going on? They don't tell people to get in the sunlight, I also had to relearn.

It's the 3rd day mind you and my mom has her wits about her as she watches what goes on as they place in front of her chipped beef on toast from a can which she doesn't eat. What the fuck is going on, chipped beef is as poisonous for your body as is jarred gravy-it'll get ya one foot closer to your grave every time you absorb it. It's not for a healing body or remotely to be considered for consumption...it's poison and they are serving it in a 'health' facility. I wouldn't server it to my dog, the chipped beef or the jared gravy, you don't do that to people you love or even say you care about.

It was the day after the 3rd night she was there we arrive to my parents abode and get balls started rolling and moving.

Dad, has a code to get us in the 'care' facility.

Doors open for us, and we stroll on in, then another set of doors...

There is no person we can hear or see as my father and husband meander to mom's room. 

I don't meander, I take a look around and open doors and look into places I'm not welcome in the place that was hired to care for my mother who is 79 and has a broken back and does not have dementia and I already know how they have treated her. (Treat) 

She want's out but you see you can't just leave this kind of facility, you have to have permission. We meet with the head guy, his greasy black hair and plaid button down shirt trying to hid is gluttony sits behind a desk as we have words...

greasy gluttony health care man, "We won't let that happen again...we'll have the head nurse meet you and the social worker so you can leave.

Us, "oh we’ll wait a bit but we are leaving"...you see if you don't have their permission you personally will be responsible for payment from your pocket instead of the pocket of the insurance company which you have already paid into but they, the insurance company determines your care...not a 'health' care worker, and even then, most 'health' care workers have no inkling what they are doing in Truth, in total and in Whole being.

A couple hours go by and they want to see if she can walk to the bathroom herself, she can. 

We still haven't met the head nurse...

Head nurse arrives with clip board in hand, 

"Well, I can't release you until I check you in."

What the actual fuck is going on? When was said head nurse going to get around to meet my mother to check in on her 'care' ? We had to wait hours for her to arrive from a different facility as it was because we requested it... 

Don't say, 'she's busy'. Dementia patients or the elderly that have no agency (some one that loves them and want's the best for them) don't fall through the cracks, they are pushed into an oblivion of hell where society hopes no one says too much out loud. 

 

None of this is an anomaly, it's normal you put an elderly person you have no more use for into a facility with others that have no love for the care of yours. 

There is a segment of culture that enjoys to place into the head of the youth that having children is a burden and that the old are useless. What happens when you are old and don’t have any advocate that loves you and wants the best for you? 

Wells Fargo?

Bank of America?

My mother worked hard her whole life, in your own old years what joy of grandchildren with bright smiles with hope for a better future, knowing it's still tough out there, 

Do you know how difficult it is to get a second opinion when it's the insurance companies that choose your actual care, as the attending 'physician' goes down a list of tests or drugs not knowing how to actually treat and care for a whole human. 

None of this has to continue in this manner. Taking care of your elderly parents should be a privilege and an honor. 

Two night ago my mother was having a hard time breathing, they say allergies, rheumatoid arthritis, auto immune...yada Yoda yada...actually all is "Auto immune' after they vector their antigen treatments to the only place they know how with no laser precision the vagus center all the way down. 

That insurance guy that was homicided in New York by Mario out in the open was sold to the watchers on some screens as horrific, "...he was a father and husband..." Isn't Rachael Levin a father as well? Those that ran the program on Chris Beck, the navy seal someone sold him he was a 3rd spirit human and they humiliated him and literally debased him. The individuals are the ones that do evil, not those that correct it. 

As my Heavenly all around father would say, "and?" 

Can we talk about statins and cholesterol next?

Situational Awareness

 

This equinox is where we spring into action, light can reach our feet and we can penetrate to the core now

This is exciting. 

I have a story to tell you

You can walk around and hear it sing a tune 

I reminisce with deja vu

 

This is about the time when I met my daughter for the first time. She was born a few days before the towers came down and the world changed just a bit more. One of the hijackers had attended Florida Insituute of Technology for a while and I always wondered if I had seen him before, walking around the mall where I worked for Les Wexner, or dancing in some club, or perhaps a house event, quiet and unassuming. It was years later though and I was in Arcos del la Frontera when it happened; it was surreal. Our own country had been attacked and hit hard, a bite had been taken out of the apple successfully. 

People were jumping from the buildings that were 110 stories tall splattering on to the sidewalks of New York City before the building would collapse oddly one floor after the other, one on top of the other till rubble, dust, and souls were piled just correct so. 

I reminisce with deja vu

It was 2020 and they* locked the entire world down because the #science (scientists with real names) manipulated a virus to attack humans then released it upon a planet full of people they hate. 

...and then I saw two arches become one. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Some times I am angry at the ruining of this good world and I have a nice cry because it makes me sad at my base level, where I know something is wrong and I act accordingly. I do not cry out loud, that does no good, I cry quietly to myself, it just makes others uncomfortable to see an actual real emotion, which is different then feelings. Out loud I sing and whistle my tune to the glory of God. 

These days I see people cry because they can not have something they have been taking from others for so long they think it's theirs. Now they find out when the government is so big it can feed and house you it is also big enough to take it away, and how do you take away something that was not theirs in the begin=how can you take away something that is not there?

There is an emergency in the libraries where the librarians police themselves after years of university retard (queer) teaching. Libraries are extremely important, and their keeping has been retarded/queered.

and for a quick leftie thought word reminder skewing, when they* say, "tax the rich" they mean any one that has the ability under the tax code to pay income tax...that's most of my readers. You see, they* get their money, subsidies, out of your hard earned money and they don't work. Some of them are obese (GLP-1 anyone, that will fix a problem and the doctors that prescribed it can hand off to the doctors that save their life, not realizing they are in a loop till they die now) and on disability, grabbing EBT cards (food stamps) while the feign weakness so as to avoid paying the child support to one of his Ex wives or baby mommas 2, 3, 5, 9? children. I described a real person there and they are not of the African persuasion. I am not being mean, actual love is telling the truth, not hiding it under the bed like a half eaten rotten ham sandwich for the pests to nip at. 

...

I live in the west wing of a modest home that to some would seem palatial and to others pedestrian-a home body comparable. The difference in knowing all of the middles and the ends of which humanity ranges not with goods and stuffs but with humanity as a whole made of beautiful individuals, is a gift given when you can See. You take care of your body, you maintain it and control it, outside forces still take tolls but it's how you roll when you hit the ground, shoulder first, and tuck your head. Your home you maintain and keep it tidy, like your mind, there is no need to carry or perch ratty dustballs and hiding rotten no good for nothing in there is certainly not intelligent; from the bad you take a lesson and leave the rest. This is how to move forward in peace with your self. 

I reminisce with deja vu

If you have ever been to the south of Spain and felt the ground which others from another time walked and talked then you will know that which I speak of a time of beauty, peace, and glory. A palace of such splendor only true power knows. 

Operation Eagle Claw

 

Book report time so you have a clear idea what is going on, or you might not, depending on your thought capacity. 

Background

The Dhofar Rebellion was fought from 1963-1976, that's when they 'say' it ended. The Dhofar Liberation Front was a Marxist group, you can call them the Houthi's today, in those days they were backed by East Germany and the Soviets (different than Russians). They had been hard at it trying to take Oman and the area north east of Yemen, the Dhofar region. In 1976 the Liberation front by any other name, went into gorilla mode and later lost funding due to the fall of the Soviets and East Germany, but never stopped. Sometime in the 1990's they were re-funded by Iran (probably funded by money funneled from the United States of America (I don't know the exact year of the infiltration of the communist ideology people (individuals) into the apparatus that is the Federal State of the USA) and probably a few other entities, big and small. 

1966

Sultan bin Said Taimur father of Sultan bin Said Qaboos was the man in charge until his son, Qaboos, over threw him after he had been held under house arrest on return from his education years at Sandhurst and serving in the British Army in the 1st Battalion, The Camaronians. Sultan Qaboos had the backing of Great Britain and the U.S.

1974

The Freedom fighters had arrived to stop the forward push of an ideology that removed the soul from the human, they were there to fight the Dhofar Rebellion and propel Oman into the future.

1st Building, 1st Apartment.

Our new home is a battleship grey concrete 4 story building with no frills, inside and out. A hurricane fence surrounds the egg shaped compound, at this time there are not snipers and machine gun carrying soldiers on our roof top watching over the Sultan's palace with a Birds Eye view, that would come a bit later. All the requirements for our safety in this moment would be an Omani in a dishdasha that would raise the gate when we needed to leave or we were arriving.  

There is one road in the entire country and it's not even a good road. 

I'm three years old and have just had my body cast removed and I don't know how to walk. 

Helicopters in formation are always flying over head, off to war on the other side of the place we called home. 

1975

I'm four years old, time to head to school, Royal Flight, a small concert building, one room for all of us, built for the children of the fighters. We were from the U.S. and the U.K. Back then the United Kingdom consisted of Australia (left in 1984), Canada (left in 1982), and many other territories, they all served the Crown, and we Americans were sovereign with might. 

1978

It was normal for us to vacation in Iran, Lebanon, and Pakistan in those 'days'. 

Early in the year there is a CIA briefing that all is fine and dandy in Iran, no need to worry. We knew this to not be the truth on the ground. National Security Advisor to Carter, and communist to his core, Zbigniew Brazinski, father of Mika, The Morning Joe show on MSNBC, he was the one with the 'bad' information. This is where you should not see incompetence but malice. 

1979

In the beginning of February, Khomeini returns to Iran and we are now persona no grata. 

Our battleship grey building is now maned with snipers and soldiers carrying machine guns. 

The end of February the Queen of England comes for a visit with one of her dearest friends, Sultan bin Said Qaboos. The tension in the region has ramped up.

31 October, everyone arrives for the great all Hallows eve party that is well known to the expats and patriots alike around and chat in the open is on hand, with costumes and masks as is the way of the night when we wake the dead. 

4 November, the United States embassy is taken and 52 Americans are held hostage.

I'm 8 years old. 

"Remember, Remember the 5th of November, gun powder, treason and plot..." The bon fire was huge that year as all gathered, to remember.  

1980

27 January, 6 American hostages fly out undercover in the open with Canadian Passports. You might have seen the film, Operation Argo. 

The talk all around the 'Pan Am' compound was, "how do we rescue the rest of the hostages?"

Some honcho in the U.S. comes up with a retarded plan. 

All of our parents warn and signal sending a fleet of helicopters into Tehran is the dumbest plan and soldiers are going to die. This is our parents forte, they are gorilla fighters, also by any other name, tactics is their game.   

24 April, Operation Eagle Claw commences, it was Delta Forces first mission; 8 soldiers died. 

November, Ronald Reagan is elected.

1981

6 January, I love an epiphany, the hostages are released. 

The snipers and machine gun carrying soldiers remain on top of our buildings as planes fly in and out carrying world leaders, this is where they treated. 

I'm 10 years old and I live in Apartment 1, Building 1, in an armed compound in Seeb, Oman, next to the Sultan's Palace, during a war against communism that no one knew we were even fighting. 

Hijackings become the normal in our world. 

The Dhofar gorilla war is still happening, Iraq is lighting up here and there and Iran is also in play. The Soviets have been in Afghanistan since 1979. 

1982

Some hot month at the end of summer, I took my last swim in the pool at the Khanjar Club where I would eat my chips splashed with vinegar then dipped in catchup, my fingers still wet with pool water as the wicked sun beat down upon us. 

I'm 11 years old 

It was time for me to become an American. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

These were my formative years. 

This is an ideological war. 

It didn't end. 

Dhofar was home of one of the magicians that met the Prophet Jesus

and brought him the gift of Myrrh.

Saint Patrick's Day

 

On this day We wake more dead 

in a trance they were 

We welcome the children of the snake head in

On this day We wake more dead

A tempo to speed up the Universal tread

On this day We wake more dead

Tigers Eye

 

The heavens rumbled above and shook the ground beneath her, the birds tweeted and whistled, grabbing what they could before the sky opened and released a fire storm of fury. 

How do you get a second opinion concerning treatment when insurance companies control health (political) care?

“A second opinion!”

“ You think I’m wrong! How rude.”

My mothers primary care giver, Stop. (add some dots and lines never touched her but her throat as she went down the list of medications the pharmaceutical companies marketed to those that didn’t know anything about how her individual body worked. We are not the same, and we are. 

Side effects were determined not an off shoot.

I still have my mom and dad as they slip sweetly forward, as I track the past. 

Friedel’s Shoes

 

My sister was getting married under the heavens above on the beach and we would all have sand between our toes with the reception in the A-frame that had been rehabilitated that everyone loved and knew. 

It was 2004, the tsunami had hit, and I had 3 children under the age of 3, we are living on Kadena AFB in Okinawa, Japan. My husband was the Director of Operations for the 33 Rescue Squadron and they had deployed to Sri Lanka with their HH-60's that could reach deep into the jungles with what ever it was they were doing. "Junk" had to loan her flack jacket to Anne Curry covering the news (I believe this is when that happened, not an Afghanistan tour (tour...nice word). "Sock's" was my mentor the Commander wife, the best I ever I met. I'd move Heaven and Earth if she asked me, she's a great example of a human being and True Goodness should be seen. We had a wife that was active duty Intel, Kelly-no exceptional name, and thought it would be a great idea to let everyone know she was special and had knowledge we, lowly 'spouses' that 'didn't work', was spreading chitchat that our loved ones and those many of us consider family still to this day were being shot at. It didn't matter if they were or were not, everyone in the helicopter world knows, when you go up, no matter mission or training, it's the down that matters and an auto rotate can't fix everything. It caused distress and fear which wears a fray in a psyche and it reflects in the home. 

I was carrying my LittleGuy at my chest, the third time of it's use baby Bjorn, as I pushed my BrownNut and LoveBugMy in their double stroller up and down the hills of a tropical paradise, managing nothing and everything around me. What couldn't be seen by most was a horrific sight to some. The dead were grabbing at my ankles pulling me down trying to capture what was a happy life. Okinawa and the psyche are not for the faint of heart. There was only one place I ever found a peace there, up a medium sized hill under the lush jungle there's a waterfall, if you move a bit further into the jungle you can hear it. I was able to speak calmly to the dead that waved and flowed on that island in the most unexpected places where in despair families would jump off cliffs then have known what would happen to their bodies before their lives would be shortened, by a soldier. 

I start making reservations for travel with my 3 little ones under 3 so we can attend my sisters wedding and the family can finally meet the newest member, LittleGuy. 

And then I received a notice from the airlines that I was not 'allowed' to travel alone with 3 little ones under the age of 3. 

My sister’s soon to be mother in law jumped as high as could and said, "I'll go help and travel with them!" in her beautiful German accent. I'd never met her before and she was going to travel across the world to help someone she already considered family, my 3 and me.

Her name was Friedel, her husband is Hans, my sister takes care of him now till his time. 

It was the early 1940s, Friedal, her sister, and mother would never see her father again because he was Jewish. 

Hans was lucky, he got to work on a farm, his father was a business man and not Jewish. 

you either get on living or start dying young. 

Friedel loved with a passion, her family, any activity put forth to her was never a chore. She loved Germany to her core and kept a picture at the top left of her collage above her desk of all her favorite people in the world, and only one place was represented her old home country, a lake with a fountain shooting water high into the air, street lamps lining the edge of the salmon coloured brick pedestrian way and stately old building of importance in the background, this photograph of this place she loved is flanked by two patches flying the German colours. This country Germany where Friedel and Hans met, they were lucky they were on the West side of Germany after the war. This country Germany that Friedel loved so much even though the real Nazis took her father from their family. 

My mom said she had a pair of crocks from me to wear in the garden and told me they had been Friedel's from when she and Hans would visit and walk among the peace of birds and gardens when they would reminisce about the old times with truth in their hearts and being grateful for their families and always with hope we could have a new start.  

Friedel’s pink shoes fit me just right.

Can we stop a war if done just right?

Queen Bee

 

"I can't believe so and so said that about whatsits face"

It was years ago, I was standing in F1's kitchen and there was a stupid woman in the room and I called her by that word in so many ways. She wasn't stupid though, she was more of an idiot and I regret now that not only did I use the incorrect word, I apologized to her after my friends made me feel bad about it...I'm confidant I've already taken back that apology before but I know how to take something back some more; I call it having fun setting other peoples smelly shit on fire so my children can see where all the shit is and why would any one want to be around a shity person. It also just so happens she thought she was worthy of instructing children because she had a piece of paper and was very good at getting her girls bows just perfectly, not a hair out of place, and I'm in an education place.

(speak out more)

"That's mean Kristin." said the kind christian woman that made an excuse for doctors sewing phallus's on females and no one is talking about what the doctors are actually doing. 

In retort I might add, "For too long in this society, which has fallen apart in some places completely, we have made excuses for other peoples extremely poor and dangerous behavior as envy and blame stomp into others homes taking that which is not theirs, grabbing ownership over others where there is no right. The problem is that no names are named and when they are nothing happens or is undone. You have become politically polite to your enemy and they know they can walk all over you because you don't want to 'rock the boat'." I said to the kind, calls herself a christian woman that made an excuse for doctors sewing phallus's on females, in the future these will be the children's enemy, but they will be angry adults. 

Idiot woman saw me at Costco a few years later and tried to be, "friendly" with her greet of me and mine. My children in toe I said not a word to her and showed my children how I said not a word, looked her straight in her beautiful blue eyes that held no depth or real Goodness and turned my back to her, then later I explained why. In truth, never turn your back to your enemy, hold them close and guard their walls and gates. Never stair at a closed door in a room of strangers, even if it's the elevator and some times it's a good idea to duck out quietly and not let others see you leave. 

I left that group that I created because Good things should be curated well and you can't let just anyone and everyone in or it becomes something else entirely. I still talk to my friends from that group, that group I left behind. Idiot woman was mad I said, "That's stupid it's this...." I didn't actually call her stupid I said something she repeated was stupid...I should clarify how other people hear words when they aren't really listening, they just want to take offense.

A story to go with this story...and place it here I will because it's the best spot even if it doesn't make sense to you yet...

I'm 24, I know how to stand out in a crowd, well spoken and put together, world experiences most can't imagine and won't even be bothered to read about in books because they watch moving screens fed to them, with a black box of knowledge ready for the go and magic I like to k33p for the right moment. 

We had just moved to Valdosta for the first time and I have mucho time on my hands, no children in tow just yet, so off to the place I know where to meet people, the Moody Air Force Base's Officers Wives Club, of which I am automatically a member. My bullish self and two of my amigas (the 3 Musketeers) of which I've lost touch with one and the other I hold dear, had already treaded upon 'our' Squadron Commanders wife's feet and she wasn't even there. I was ready to sway my hips above my 3 inch high heeled shoes firmly where I knew they belonged, step by step, one carefully balanced foot after another. I know where I belong and I know where I do not belong and I act ac(to)cor(heart and mind)dingly and always dress for the j.o.b. and speak the correct language (English has many languages within languages).

I meet General Johnston's wife, a woman that made sure everyone knew she was a professional and in truth didn't care to tend to her flock. Sherry just wanted to add and subtract numbers, she was important and didn't want to be bothered, and there was no 'real' war at the time. Her hair bleached blond, dyed an unnatural hue, a reflective view of a pretend state of youth, coiffed and heavily sprayed so no strand was out of place. General J's wife was the Queen Bee at Moody. The Queen Bee of Valdosta and the surrounding airs was Lucy Greene at the time, "make sure you always call her Doctor Lucy." I always add for flare "of Education". 

Sherry says to me, "You will run for the Officers Wives Club Presidency, you will win and you will gather others, you take this steed and drive it in the direction I tell you and then when Jill gets here "tag you are it" and then you follow her." I paraphrase for ease.

I was handed an agenda and I gathered my '#1', always said in a Star Trek voice and often followed by, "Engage"-it was so much fun, I miss her and 'Junk'(different times and places in war spaces.) Robin, a strong, no frills, worthy woman that earned her place, witty, mountains above average and understood the business. She's an Air Force Academy grad and was wife of my friend Doug; I wrote his name the other day, 'Drippy', HH-60 pilot, also USAFA grad, they met at SERE training. They were a couple that didn’t make it like many of us, as I look around at those I know. Some people think their life is tough, some have to be tough because they know life.

The Agenda I was handed was from the Department of Defense (War), I had nothing to do with it and when I saw it I knew in the future there would be much work to correct and never let the ladies forget what white gloves are and why we wear them. We check each others home for care because you don't want soldiers homes in disorder when they are going to war and the best way to do that is treat your soldiers and families like one and make sure they know they have agency. The Commanders Wife is your agent like it or not. You don’t have to like her but if she’s good…she can help ya and if she's great her name is probably Julie, 'Socks', a Jewel to be propped up to show you the way, not a pink haired bandwagonier.

It started as a slow roll...

• Combine the Officers Wife's club with the Enlisted Spouses Club-I liked this one and can also see where the separation of the two is valuable. 
• Change name to Moody Air Force Base Spouse's Club.👎
• Sell Common Core👎Standardization to the lowest denominator.
• Add key spouse program to sever the wife, the nerve center, and promote (best practice by a communist) an enlisted wife as ‘Key spouse’ so those in the group can go to ‘Key Spouse’ for help. Erase the wife.👎
• Some more years down the road change the Key spouse program to someone that is not even in the group💥 You now have a completely detached group run by an outsider who now has ownership.
• Insert tranny rash here.🙈🙉🙊

and in 3 years I watched it go down hill fast. That was as the millennium was turning may I remind you and intel was concerned with Y2K. A programming glitch a programmer made years and years ago not thinking that the year 2000 would come along and he had coded the 0's and 1's with out this 2000 number future thought as we danced the New Year away, Thunderbirds, Lightning Lancers, Warthogs, and Jolly Green Giants to pick them up and save them all, we danced and we spun and we sang the right songs over fire and through smoke. 

Those that know me know, I'm not the 'keep your voice' down kinda human' so I tried to make a case against it, the ‘spouse’ word stuff, but Obamas team had already made the intended mess they made with malice and often soldiers and their wives go along to get along and don’t rock the boat, they are rule followers and order takers. 

I see it still, military members that have no idea how the United States is supposed to work, as they fly the incorrect flag, continuously and I see not a peep of truth there, just danger. 

I'm told to not tell the truth about people and use pretend examples and hypotheticals. I find no one sees themselves in a story unless they are the good guy, small g. I'm your big bad Alpha she wolf that loves blood dripping from my fangs with the taste of a fresh kill signaling the world, bring me more, the queen bee is beta.

"Make sure you always call her Doctor Lucy." I think I threw up in my mouth, I don't recall who briefed me before I met her and her husband, Parker Greene, lobbyist extraordinare. Parker was battling bells palsy at the time, back then before the turn of the millennium it was a rare occurrence, (before the boomer remover/rona/covid/before they changed the definition of the word vaccine) I had never seen any one with a half drooping face. I liked him right away for who he was and how he did it, irrelevant if I agreed with him, he was a Master fiddle player. I throw compliments where they belong. 

Doctorates (not the number kind, although I have concerns there too) in truth think they have done something to deserve the title, but no, not then, not now; few are worthy of the title, let alone those with 'masters'. I'm not saying someone can't learn, I'm saying it's difficult to trust any one that has come out of a University since the 1960's and if they are anywhere near 'education or psychology' you should listen to every alarm bell when they start trying to sell you some bullchit. I had a job to do and I would do it. None were my Queen Bee, I know where I belong and where I'm briefly welcome for short periods of time, because I don't actually belong...and I was some one that might be somebody some day and they might need me.

It was because of said idiot woman I started this, because I wanted nothing at all to do with her, ever again, but here I am, "why?" 

Idiot woman thinks she's a 'teacher' because she has a piece of paper that someone gave her after she completed their instructions at where ever, it was a place called 'Ashford University'. In truth I don't know if she has a paper from there or not. I know that she thought she deserved a job 'helping' take care of other peoples children for a pay check, so she could have more, and I recall clearly how she was a victim of nothing. 

It's past time to rid the American Tax payer of the burden of loaning our dollars to good for nothings and then the 'leaders' saying the good for nothings don't have to pay it back...and what did the tax payer get?...a system so jacked it was obviously done...with malice...from the inside. 

Anywhooooo....This was all years ago and you might wonder why I would bring such a retarded story about an idiot woman who thinks her self a 'teacher' forward again. 

so I'll continue you a story...

Me, to F1, "I won't be around idiot woman anymore, she dumbs down everything and has nothing to add. I  love you and I don't want to cause drama." (insert laugh track) F3 and F4 had already left the springs nest as military families do every few years.

F1, "I won't invite her anymore."

Me, "I don't think you understand, she's a bad person and I can tell and know it now and I want zero association with her. You and I are friends, she's only her friend." She faked it well the first 5 minute chitchat I had with her when she moved to Springs Ranch, and I made a mistake and invited the good for nothing in. 

In actuality there was something much deeper going on than idiot woman, sometimes there is a drift in humans when we find out something has changed so much we no longer belong. I was in a space where I no longer belonged, with one person that I could not count on anymore after she made me wait 3 times to many and hours off my life because what she was doing was more important then my time, as she manage others money to make more for her, as I would watch her daughter last minute on snow days so she could go to work and make more. She eventually sold herself and others to the pyramid scheme world and that grosses me out and I need a shower after someone thinks they can 'sell' me their bullchit. There were a few others that also rubbed me the wrong way in my gut and when my gut says something to me, I listen to it. (quick side note-social emotional learning which is not in schools and is all over the schools trains people (children and adults) to ignore their instinct to know something is wrong so they can be controlled and preyed upon with greater easy...this is an example of communist social emotional learning/whole health/whole community. This is the one the Nigerian scammer mayor of Colorado Springs just bought with tax payer $ hoping you will ignore the drugs and shit all over the unsafe streets.

I think I'm hilarious and looooooooove a run on sentence. 

Side story because this is about strangers/safety and real harm and humans being sold a load of bullchit. The District Attorney of Colorado Springs is letting child rapists out 'early' and puts them on parol when they should be put to death, so no more harm could be done, don't worry, they probably have one of those ankle monitors, his name is Michael Allen. Do you wonder who funds a District Attorney that recommends maybe a few months in prison and then parole for child rapists? It's not, 'under age sex' the term is child rapist. 

"The District Attorney in Colorado Springs thought it was a good idea to 'follow' some one on X that points out real harm said DA does to the community..." Michael Allen, the District Attorney in Colorado Springs, a voted in position, (not to mention the Nigerian scammer mayor) felt threatened because citizens point out what the media outlets (public=political information sites but everyone knows about Smith Mundt and it trends local and federal) and legally he can't do anything. Michael Allen, the District Attorney in Colorado Spring thought he was intimidating someone by showing that he's "watching" them. 

How do I spin a story that others will read with messages for them to find out in the open is the way to go, nothing to hide and everything to show and tell you out loud for all to know. I go back to the past on a soft red mat where I learned how to fall and bring that fall back to life in practice on a private mat that's not as soft but makes me tough and more than able.

"I can't believe so and so said that about whatsits face"

I found a site for the perfect school.

Snap That Nat

 

The power of the pale horses, pulling beds of gold, could be felt deep underground as they made their way over rocks and meadows, through leafless stick tree strewn gullies and open hills evergreen, always mission, star and sky over head. 

Life stood by her Father's garden patch, organized in lines, different from her Mother's which were spirals everywhere, feeling the ground rumble to life under her black boots for work, three inches from her knees, golden overalls, and a long sleeve black shirt, she was waiting for her brother to arrive. The rumble of the earth took her back in time and days recalling the creature caught under her steeds tread, the head intact and the mind unmarred from the out but knowing the horror within as Death just stepped on it without a whim and they were aware; you hope the mind has a quick shut off signal in the time of life when it become death, so the pain and horror doesn't stick around. 

Her blood stained tunic stuck with her soul,

 an Angel attendant of war.

 

Life was in time for God's other children, who were on their way with an allotment of fresh gold/manure in the beds they were pulling, more shit to go around. Life's job was to spread said shit after it was mixed with fresh wasted matter, that was never wasted, per the instructions from her brothers, sisters, and elders and let it cook slowly, '3 by 3 will work, 4 by 4 is best', she recalled her Fathers words.  

In lines it would be in her Fathers garden, Life would spread said shit perfectly and then she would hide said shit from the soun with leaves she had gathered and sliced meticulously, bagged to rot for this very day, moons earlier.

In spirals her Mother garden said shit would go, placed on the ground and then spun in down with nothing to hide, her shits been spun.

...

"Hey Olive..."whispered the old round man, his thin work worn shirt covering his ample well fed body and his suspenders carrying the full weight of his trousers and his special black shoes that on one foot could contain his exoskeleton. When he was in his youth his leg had been caught in a machine and his ankle was hallowed out on one side and made it weak, so with aid he walked. Olive was always curious and wondered if it made it hard for him to walk, she never heard him complain or say he couldn't do something because of it. It was no big deal that his ankle was out of whack and he had to use a hack, he was a proven man and Master of his domain; also known as 'grandpa' and if he didn't have a special name for you, your name was 'Charlie'. 

Olive was in a red wagon lined with pillows and blankets to make the lanky girl in a body cast comfortable while her leg fixed it's self, her legs coated in white plaster sticking out with a rod between her feet she was captured, a prime audience...

"What Grandpa?" Olive whispered back to her grandpa that she hardly ever saw and loved visiting. She would watch him do his morning routine of stretches and leg movements, grapenuts and prunes that made his body work till the end even if his sight didn't, he had trust worth hands to guide him. 

"Did I ever tell you how I'm gonna get my rocket into space? I'm gonna use horse apples."

Olive always thought that was going to be an interesting thing to see, she liked rocket ships and always wanted to know how they worked (planes and helicopters too) and she was sure at a very young age her grandfather was feeding her a pile of (bull)horse shit/chit8/apples because he thought it was funny and the irony was that one day she would know how rockets work/fuel systems management/containment, vector angles for motion, and never forget maintenance, all because her grandfather tried to sell her some horseshit when she was a kid and she knew it was not true and still funny as they giggled together...One of his great grand sons is an areo space engineer/computer programmer that designed a tracking device with an instrument they said wouldn't work and it turned out it wasn't any horse shit, it really works, and he doesn't need a player piano because he is one. Then she added a bit to make the story more beautiful so you could see the touch of God all around you. Olive's son had been born in a small fishing village on the coast of Korea and had been taken care of and loved by a family until she could reach him. Olive had been well schooled in the sun source, from Korea to Egypt and all the way down to Peru and then up and back again Japan too. She prayed every day she could show the world her children's real mother's grace. 

Those that think/thought themselves to be the kind that shielded the child predators ...

How do humans unlearn the ways of life and death and that of nature where regular normal people don't understand that yes, animals talk to each other and the bird does see who feeds them, just as the cat that brought you the unmarred mouse as a gift see how you walk about this planet which is where they also reside. When the modern scientists/white coat person of the day, 'teaches''tells''learns' you from whence you came as they sell you a snake oil that will waste you away pray tell what does a witch woman say?

...and she snapped that nat away...

So many people want the easy hack, the gain without the work, they think they 'know things', the short cut to the easy way; the pill to take away the pain of reality, the shot to take the need of control away, the dunk in the water as a symbolic 'rebirth', with no ability to see that the people in priestly religious white coats have taken away from mothers and babies the sacred right of birth. PoP. These days the snake oil white coat salesman/administrator/high priest/practitioner starts off instructing the mother already caring for her child to induce factory manufactured products that inform via messaging(signaling) incorrect instructions to the system manager (brains of mother and child), then they schedule the birth and induce birth by giving false signals(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) for dilation to magically happen via a synthetic factory made poison/instruction/signal then when that doesn't happen they go in for the all important, "saved the mother and child's life" (to say anything other is sacrilege) with a cesarian section, precise incisions into the mother to retrieve the precious child from the mothers uterus, never a last squeeze hug good by and a trip through the first human passage of life," I'll be with you on the other end" signal for the heart to close that one valve on the right(?) so the lungs can start working (instead they give the child (Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) because some babies need the signal that it is being born because the body of the baby doesn't know what it is doing but the childs brain understands signals and the priestly white coat snake oil salesman/health administrator (primary care giver they often call themselves) doesn't care about the health of the mother and baby, just that it can keep selling false signals to the brains so the body doesn't work properly any more....make sure you get that well baby check up...(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) it also your over the counter baby kill pill. It's also not recommend for women that have had C-sections, now can we talk about osteoblasts...then lets talk about feeding your child NSAIDs, it's ok to feel some pain.  

In a shaky voice, "Well maybe we should do another lung scan? You just had a lung scan and it came back normal, maybe we should do another one...here are some inhalers, I don't know if these might help or not." of a person that has no answers and looks at a data chart of other people, not the one in front of them that is totally different then the ones that make up the 'data points', as they are also all completely different from one another...and she thinks she's a doctor of medicine but she's really actually causing harm to real live people in her Best way. 

They need to completely stop all the dna and rna manipulation, you wonder where the cancer is coming from so they can cure you, you wonder where the aids came from so they could cure it. You wonder where mustard gas came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where where agent orange came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where covid came from so that they could use it on you then they could cure you for life and keep curing you, as they slowly sever the vagus nerve from the management system. 

... 

After wars those that went often come back shells of their former state, unable to fathom the truth of human nature. The women they return to which they had left to tend the children and homestead, those that tended to the wounds of the warriors sometimes are told they are not sane because they tell those around that have not seen what they have and those in the comfort of their warm bath with an icy beverage watching their arena sport on a screen, fat and unable making life and death decisions for those that are able, because they just want more. In war the real harm is often done by hacks, thinking there is an easy way out. In real war, not Smedleys money racket kind, a true commander knows, leave no life behind and be quick about it.

E.J., Doug, Randy, a few Dave friends of mine, Rambo, those that knew me in passing and then found me later too, sometimes it's not the name of the human that they were that is called in to matter, it is the truth that they were and their Death turned to matter for in Life I was with them. Those that know me, know this is real and true a fact that can not be undone or taken away except by the grace of God do you get an escape route. 

When the people around you tell you, it's everyone else that is the problem and not you, you are always the problem you need to fix and there is no magic pot(S)ion from the snake oil sales man can sell you that tells you are not the problem, so all is forgiven. 

What is evil? 

Evil is what another human does to a living creature 

that draws out pain for as long as it can 

as it watches the living creature get weaker

pretending to help them the whole time. 

Rockets Red Glare

 

The birds flew at the window, 

"Attack!", "Attack!", 'Attack!" 

A stranger in their midst a warning to all, 

until she could show them 

she could sing their whistle song.

The opulence of free, pie is so much more; the Pixie bounced and spun about her box till the afternoon when she was allowed to prance out and about, but tethered was she away from the world of Others and warning sounds that should not belong. When released in the world of Others, her fangs came out, the sound from deep in her gut as the Others backed from her sight afraid to make contact for the truth of her might. 

The hand of Fatima whirled in mid air the time had long begun

Death looked out the windows of time and saw a collision when the dinosaurs would come alive.

Be still and listen

There are more to wake

I can do simple math and I like using my fingers for it and there is nothing wrong with that.

Complicated systems are stupid.

Complex systems are beautiful.

.20.100.10.200.10.50. 

The dead walk with me, soldiers all around. 

Project BlueBird

 

Death walked through the doors, a wisp of fresh air for some and the stench of Truth to others, no matter did she touch but the fleshy hand of the Other. Death watched the Other from behind, the Other wasn't wearing her special white coat that set her self a part from the most. She wore a simulacrum fabric the colour of soft lilac over her meaty back, shoulders, and arms, the fabric worn and pulled. The Other might have imagined the shiny simulacrum of a fabric would disguise her misuse of herself and her things, a medicine woman should know some things. Her legs spindly covered in stretchy black tights, her whole body covered and her whole body showing, at the same time. Her shoes were plastic, a dangerous idiocracy, a pyramid money game the Other was playing.

The nothingness life which Death felt when she gently breezed her hand onto the Other's hand was a model of disrepair, a life never really lived, a hollow shell where a meaningful soul should have been. The touch of Death released the stench of Truth wave after wave before all the eyes, snapping bits of bright light here and there, while the Other swallowed lies then spit them back out.

In the darkness of night when things just aren't right

We peer with our sight 

from within the smoke on the mountain top

Into the mind of the white coat find

a lie draped in a truth

the flat line of life 

is rife with strife

to ease the stress

We make beautiful sounds

to welcome Some home

green spring grasses all year round

through the foggy window till the time

the Others go