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. 

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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.