Friday, November 25, 2016

Being nice may not pay but revenge is sweet

I shall tell you a story about being a nice person. It doesn't pay.
A lady arrived for a reading and a spell I don't do. She wanted me to keep the man she was with, with her. I refused because I don't do love spells and then she explained what had happened. She just wanted him with her for 3 months so she could get her house in order to leave. She was planning on neatly splitting everything down the middle, getting a small apartment and going her way peacefully. I wondered why she was being so nice when he was the one breaking up with her and she admitted it was because he had so many friends that she was frightened of retribution.
When I laid out cards, he had no friends. So I asked her to make sure she was seeing the situation correctly. I just didn't see her as a nagging bitch. I did see another woman. Oh, I had to be wrong, but she paid for the spell and I did it and I emphasized one more time to pay attention.
She came back to tell me I was right.
He would have these sport's day extravaganzas with all the men in his sales department and she was expected to cook and clean and keep everyone happy. Normally she would prepare the snacks and hide because she hated sports. Then she would come out to replenish things because she was forbade to interrupt the game. Half her money had even gone to pay for the big screen TV because she actually made a bit more than him. She got commissions in her sales job.
Come big game afternoon, she decided to stay out instead of in the bedroom and she started watching the dynamics. It was apparent from the greetings a lot of these guys didn't like her love. So, she stayed in the kitchen puttering around and eventually one of the guys came in. She learned with a little flirting that her great love who was always broke had just given the new receptionist one of those diamond eternity bracelets. Whoa, where did the money come from, she wondered. So she asked the guy why they were all here for game day when it was obvious they didn't like him. Oh, he is the top salesman and every once in a while he throws a client their way which really bumps up their commission check. Since they were now conspiring, it was easy to discover her love got two checks. He got a base salary he deposited into their joint account and then because it took more time to verify the commissions, he got a second check she had never seen in the 6 years they had been together and in his case, it was a lot bigger than the base salary. Then the guy asked if she might be interested in dating him when she got away from this guy. Oh yes, but it was going to take X amount of time to prepare. That was when the guy said he would do this a lot faster because according to the rumors, her great love was moving in with the receptionist the next week and would be bringing the furniture to their new house. What to do as she was totally unprepared? The guy handed her a card and said that these guys did moving really cheap.
She was in shock. This man who had shared her life and bed for 6 years had been ripping her off the whole time and now, he was even taking the furniture! As it was, he had just put his paycheck in the bank, so Monday morning she told him how busy her day was going to be at work, took the day off and made a stop at the bank to take all the money out of the account. She had a small one room apartment she been looking at on the beach where she wanted to live more than anything. Her income would just pay for it. Free now, she started flirting with the bank manager and took a chance because one thing I always tell clients is to play dumb and gather information. She quickly told him it was her partner's idea to move the account to a bank that paid interest on checking and she didn't want to move the money but had to. So she was closing the checking and small savings account that was for the down payment on the house they lived in. Then she faked searching her purse and became all frantic because she lost the piece of paper with the third account on it and she had to move it across the street or he was going to be so angry. Dutifully the manager looked up the other account she didn't know existed and transferred half the money to her account she had just opened across the street. She only took half because she figured he had automatic deposit on this one, too and closing it would raise a red flag. She, oh so thankful, would let him transfer the rest of the money in case incompetent little her was transferring it to the wrong account. Now she had a nice little nest egg to work with and that let her call the moving guy after renting a warehouse to store everything in. The bank manager was also ready to kill lover boy. She had the cash as she was smart enough to close the account across the street as soon as the money cleared.
She offered him a couple hundred extra cash if his guys could pack everything and put it in the warehouse by afternoon instead of the usual 5 PM. He cracked the whip and they started moving but while supervising them, he asked what was going on. So she gave him the whole story. Well, he knew a friend who needed to sell a condo really fast and would she mind if they stopped there on the way to the storage unit just to check it out.
Reluctantly she agreed. The condo was a couple of blocks from the little apartment she was going to rent right on the beach. But how could they finish the paperwork that fast. Turned out the seller was the owner of the whole complex who had reserved this one for his mother who had died. He would hold the mortgage, the payments were lower than apartment's rent and if she would help with management and sales, she could move in today! He needed to leave for his mother's funeral that afternoon. She jumped at it, got everything unloaded into a nice condo with an ocean view by nice men who even unpacked for her while she got a crash course in condo sales and management.
A couple of days later she was feeling a bit guilty about taking half lover boy's hidden account but more so because the guy they had been renting from had given them a lease to purchase agreement and was waiting for the down payment. So, she decided to call him and at least pay half the penalty since they weren't buying the house. The man was totally confused because a few hours after they signed the agreement, the love of her life had returned to say she had cold feet about committing to buy but he loved the house and would buy it, could they remove her name from the agreement. The man had agreed and 3 months ago, the date the new receptionist was hired, Lover Boy had paid the down payment and was now buying the house. Now she was livid.
However as she ranted and wanted a curse, I reminded her that time wounds all heels and he was one. The cards said be patient and date the other guy. The first date was to a really nice restaurant with the new man unlike the cheap places lover boy took her because he had no money and her new friend became really talkative. Lover boy was really angry over the one account she half cleaned out but going to do nothing because he didn't think the bitch was that smart and the bank was now angry at him which put a damper on his ability to finance the new car for the girl friend he had co-signed for.
Date two which was really showing her a nice side of Ft. Lauderdale, she learned the receptionist had dumped lover boy as soon he co-signed for the car, stopped the payments and being a cosigner, he now had to make them. If you cosign a loan, you are responsible if the first person stops making the payments. He was also paying off a houseful of expensive furniture and a load of jewelry he had bought her and the receptionist had gone on to another better paying job with a new company.
Seems the user got used well. Far more than that, my client was doing so well with sales and management of the condo, the owner had given her the job which was paying double what she had made at the previous sales job and now she could even afford to have her daughter move in with her to share the work. Everyone but lover boy was as happy as clams, though I admit I have never asked a clam if it is happy.
What was truly evil about this was the woman was in her 60's and this man had promised her a nice retirement, home and relationship. She was really looking forward to retiring and 30 years ago, you could on the money you had saved and SS. He spun tales of how they were going to travel and see the world so she never got the little dog she wanted. It would interfere with that trip to Paris. Everything was a sacrifice for a future he no intention of giving her from day one. That is how users work.
The lesson here is that if someone is using you, you are probably part of a long line of suckers. Never be afraid to take what is yours and then something for damages. The minute you break with them, you are going to find allies because face facts, they can't find an infinite number of people as nice, trusting and fair as you are. There are just so many suckers in the Universe and most of them already have a taker attached to them. Users depend on isolating you and convincing you that no one is going to be on your side because you are such a pathetic being. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is you who are a very special, loving human being that someone else is just waiting to find and hold in the highest esteem. They are pathetic leeches.

When the cursed becomes the curser

I have someone who I would love to get out of my life but it seems nothing is going to work. This person is a stalker with multiple restraining orders against her and an arrest warrant in another state. A hang nail is a curse in her life and someone has to pay. As usual, she had never stopped to consider she brings these things upon herself because everything that happens to her is the result of outside influences. People like that are easily susceptible to advertising, religion and politics' manipulation. They also live in a fantasy world.
The reason this person is after me is, she came up with a fantasy involving another person she fantasized as being both rich and madly in love with her. Unfortunately, according to the police, he was neither. He was just a small business owner who happened to use a dating service, saw her once for a meeting, didn't like what he saw and out of being polite had given her his office phone number.
The lesson here is that having contacts in real estate, she was able to pull up a credit rating, his home address and phone number. Then she proceeded to call him to the point she managed to fill up his answering service and he was not able to get any calls from his clients or employees over night and holidays unless he was willing to spend hours on the phone with her. At least that is what was in the police report when he took out the restraining order.
Then two things happened. She is always the victim and uses distraction to keep anyone around her off balance. She asked me to help her with a gang stalking her daughter. She should have known I would call the police because I have friends in the legal system. That was when I got the whole story on her and a recommendation I distance myself as fast as possible, which I did. As the cop put it, the whole family is crazy and has restraining orders against them and complaints to the police including the juveniles. As my friend worked in family court, he had access to juvenile records.
I also was the only person, including her family, who knew she wasn't dating this man and had never dated him. He had a restraining order against her. I knew she was calling him and leaving messages at night but I had no idea we were talking hundreds of messages. I can't even conceive of doing that.
This meant she had to get rid of me where we were working before I accidentally spilled the beans because being on different shifts most of the time, I had no idea the lies she was spinning.
Getting me out of the workplace wasn't enough, she had to destroy my business and me personally. When destroying my credit failed due to efforts of a client, vandalizing my shop including a break in to steal expensive merchandise (which for some reason I had just forgotten to unpack and took home with me that night), and even filing a false lawsuit to knock me out of all my speaking engagements failed, she set about to purchase curses with every penny or sex she could manage.
Unfortunately, the people she fell in with, as evil does attract like, are pretty good with curses and the way they work is simple. They get an idiot like her to purchase a curse and in the process, they get something personal of theirs, bodily fluids off a condom, hair or skin. Then when they cast the next curse, they use that personal effect as an intermediary to intercept any backlash. The next step is to convince the idiot that the person they cursed is now cursing them. If they happen to get a halfway smart person, they will catch on something isn't right or they will run out of money. But if sex is involved, they will keep them on the string for as long as they are useful or until they get bored.
Any halfway intelligent person would know that anyone who casts curses for a living is a slime ball to start with and not someone you want to trust. Intelligence is not her strong suit, cunning is.
So, because she is miserable ,she wants to make certain every holiday is ruined for me. I know this because she made certain I was fired just before my birthday and every holiday since then has been an unhappy situation for me. It has gotten to the point I dread holidays as it will be one more thing on my plate to fix.
Well, her efforts have been backfiring for a couple of years so it seems she increased the attack or chose another Santerio/botanica who practices the darker side. They are not hard to find down here. Instead of accidents and bad luck, I started getting sick on holidays.
Holidays are hell for a diabetic because of the food. We can't eat ourselves into a food coma. Temptation is around every corner. Hence, making me too sick to eat is really a good thing. At my age, I have learned and apply every get out of the kitchen fast technique known to mankind except burn the kitchen down. So, it has no effect on my preparation of food for others, just my own appetite. Not only that, but my stomach shrinks fast and one day with little to no food shrinks my stomach down to where I am not hungry after a few bites. Right now, I am choking down my usual breakfast. The previous holiday it was making me dislike my favorite beverage: coffee. The doctor took that away from me, anyway, except for a couple of cups of decaf daily so the effect was a good thing.
So, you see everything she does backfires in my favor but yesterday was when I got really sick and tired of this crap. I had things I needed to do in my garden and couldn't. Instead of just throwing up protection as I usually do when someone is dumb enough to attack me, I released the flying monkeys so to speak. Almost 20 years is pretty much my tolerance point for this crap.
The point is, you can push good person just so far and then one day they strike back. Amazingly, the person who has been attacking them is then going to go for Victim of the Year award, but you know what, we don't give a rat's furry posterior. I know many of you know what I am talking about. Trying to get rid of these people is like trying to clean dried egg of the side of your house, next to impossible. I know because the white supremacists in the neighborhood spent the first weeks we moved here egging my house after I committed the horrible faux pas of speaking Spanish to a worker across the street. I was moved from nice little white girl to enemy in a NY minute. Then they found out what I was and the brown sticky, smelly stuff real hit the rotary propeller. I am used to being the target and equally used to fighting back. Normally a couple of swipes and they determine it really isn't the greatest idea to give me a target.

But people like her thrive on being a target. It is just more proof everyone in the world is cursing them. It is proof nothing is their fault. It is more fodder for conning people out of more things. So dear friends, when you have finally had enough and strike back just remember, nothing worse than what has already been done to you already is going to happen. The friends you lose are just about to have worse done to them because people like her don't like to have witnesses. There is nothing you can do about that except make some popcorn and enjoy the show. I know I will.

Monday, November 14, 2016

The Election Con Game: Everyone Loses.

It's Monday after the election and everyone got played.
The level of playing indicated a game plan that was created well in advance of the event knowing the outcome of the event was not relevant to the agenda of the controllers. In other words, it didn't matter who won, the outcome would have been the same because winning was not the objective. Few things that have happened since Tuesday last week show any indication of spontaneity. The triggers were sitting there just waiting for someone to pull them. They were set up a year in advance and emphasized at every opportunity by both parties.
The first trigger was “White People”. White is the new Black.
Trump won because of “White People”. Let us all forget the Black People like Alan West who endorsed him, embraced him and kissed his bottom.
But on the other hand, Clinton won the popular vote because of “White People”. Wow, those White People sure do get around. The Democrats are no longer are a party of the middle class working person and who is that person? That person is majorly WHITE. The reason behind this is because Hispanics are classified as White in most every poll, but no one is looking at that because “WHITE PEOPLE” are responsible for everything. White is the new black, the new Muslim, the new everyone.
There are a couple of simple facts. The people in power are in the majority WHITE. They haven't done enough to help any minority including the WHITE peasants. On the flip side, you are not achieving anything demonizing the minority WHITE who has put them into office because there was no one running against them. And when there is, you have your Alan Wests, Sylvia P's and the rest.
You don't know Sylvia but I do, well. At a city government meeting she was pushing for using a million dollars for some artwork for the tiny government plaza while the roads in her district were not even paved and that was just the most obvious problem. The money was left over from another project. And yet, she even made it to the county commission where she complained she couldn't live on the 100,000.00 + salary for the part time job and finally left after managing to get a huge raise for everyone on the commission. How did she get there? Black people and White people feeling guilty voted for her. Guilt is a really manipulative emotion. Who did she benefit? Why that would be the local 1%.
So WHITE becomes the trigger equal to a dozen slurs used against a dozen races. Whites don't get to wear a safety pin to make them feel better. And the people jumping on that band wagon were few.
So let's look at that propaganda effort in detail.
The safety pin indicates a safe person you can turn to for help and support when you are being bullied by a bigot. It is that simple. You could be anyone and the person with the safety pin can be anyone. So, why is it making a WHITE person feel better when everyone is who will help is wearing one?
Logically, it doesn't but if SOMEONE can discredit the safety pin movement which makes it obvious that the number of caring, non-discriminating people are in the majority in just about every situation, then the bigots win the popularity contest without the numbers. Without identification everyone who is white, black, Muslim, wearing a Pentagram or has straight hair is the enemy. With identification the bully becomes the minority. They crawl back into the minority bully category. When the local church members don't have those safety pins on, it says something their leaders do not want you to see. Suddenly you start wondering if they are part of the problem and since if they are not a safe refuge, what are they?
And so we come to the next set of MEME's, the riots. Since the 50's a lot of research has been done on riots. Normally they start with a protest that is very emotional. Then all it takes is a few people to start throwing something and it becomes contagious because of the repressed emotions in the group. It is suddenly okay to express your base emotions that normally you would never do. The trigger was a video of a guy beating up a plain bench with a baseball bat. Notice I said plain. It had no sign. It has no significance. Why is he attacking a bench? At first the people around him are thinking the same thing. You can see the puzzled looks. He is attacking it because it has no significance and hence you, the viewer, fill in the blank as to what it represents. After failing to dent the bench, which is designed to withstand that kind of abuse, he moves on to an electrical box.
Most people in their right minds are not going to smash an electrical box because they know they may get electrocuted. Now you have to ask yourself were they now cheering him on because of what he was doing or hoping he electrocutes himself. You have sparks and people love sparks, fireworks and fires. They are Patriotic. How do we celebrate national holidays? We do it with bonfires and fireworks and lots of noise. However, why does he start with a bench? Because the bench can be anything. The bench represents Trump, blacks, whites, Soros and aliens from Mars.
What started the riots? They were expected. They were threatened for months. It's called a self-fulfilling prophecy. You thought it would be one side, but all the propaganda said it would be the LOSING side. What triggered them? It was a phrase that is deeply ingrained in every person's psyche from a child up. It is a trigger phrase that makes everyone angry and hurt. “Quit your whining, you (fill in the blank with a verb or noun).” Get in a group of protesters for peace, say that and watch the riot start.
You have to have several people to instigate a riot because one person will just be calmed and isolated by the rest. You need one hurt person, preferably hysterical so you can't really understand them and will project your hurt onto them, at least two supporters of that person to be comforting, drawing attention to them and protecting them from the other protesters and the fourth to rally support. Then you need a fifth person to start the violence. I just told you how they work. Pay attention and I will tell you how other things work. I've read the manuals.
Then out comes two types of MEME, the insidious and the blatant. Who do the people who are now ashamed of their actions blame since they can't figure out what happened to them? Blatantly, everyone is blaming Soros, a champion of liberal causes who donates pretty indiscriminately. Now if someone can get the Liberals to pick up that banner, they can cut the funding from many liberal causes. They can kill the more moderate wing of the liberals. So where does this idea of biting the hand that has been feeding you come from originally.
It comes from a series of Right Wing Conspiracy Site's MEME's that are associated with a new Trump appointee, which claim the father of a cop shot in Texas during a Black Lives Matter march is suing Soros for inciting the “riot” that never happened. The cop was shot by a veteran of Afghanistan that flipped out and start aiming for white copes. Black Lives Matter protesters were in the kill zone and the cops were trying to get them out of the way. The sniper was not part of the protest.
But facts don't matter when your goal is tp nail three groups, Black Lives Matter, Move On and All Liberals. And they did a really good job because now they even have the KKK, Neo-Nazis and every bigot on their side along with the more left leaning Liberals now in the majority.
So now we are going to morph from the Right Wing Conspiracy site to the more benign looking Christian site that can be so very offended by the pre-planned riots. They are the voice of reason. This gets interesting because the rioters are being portrayed as White Clinton Supporters. So the MEME shows Rosa Parks on a bus and says; Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat, she didn't trash the bus. Rosa isn't white. It takes more than one person to riot. Rosa is sitting on a bus on a BENCH seat. See how your subconscious will connect the dots? So what is the MEME saying? It is saying, “sit down and shut up. You got all you are getting.” Subtle, isn't it?
This is not the work of some hack. Everyone of these articles and MEMEs are connected so they build on each other. This convinces you everyone is thinking the same things. They are not the work of unrelated individuals. They are the work of a single source outsourcing actions. These articles and MEME's are the work of professionals with a lot of training in psychology, brainwashing and crowd control.
The people who fit that profile are the Christian Fundamentalist Right. They use all three methods to control their population and brainwash them into not questioning anything they tell them to do. They even publish books for their leaders (ministers) to use on how to use sex to recruit and control male members, how to use witnessing to get people to commit to the “Church”, and the all important one, how to fund raise until your members are financially depend on the “Church”. I know, I have read them. They are black covered hardbacks with no title or something benign like Minister's Guide to Administration, 4 x 5, 1/2 inch thick little books that neatly fit in your back pocket and no one else would even open because they sound boring and non-religious often kept on the top shelf of the storeroom with the hymnals out of reach of everyone but the Druid hiding on the filing cabinet so her husband and his buddy don't lose the job they are doing. They are created by the very people who created Trump, Cruz, Rubio and the rest that you shake your heads and wonder how they get elected.
These MEMEs are distributed and hence designed by the radical Christian Right which like Isil and the rest of the fanatics, appeal to disenfranchised, perceived as bullied, doesn't fit in, unpopular people with self esteem issues making them want to punish and be superior to everyone around them that they think has hurt and underestimated them. Of course they would know how to appeal to a losing side, they are losers to begin with and they know what appeals to them. They are excellent foils. They are expendable. They are easily replaced. There are dozens of them to be found in predictable places,
Now do you see how you are being played and who the real players are? They are neither side. They are playing both sides. One side wants jobs, homes, prosperity, safety and the freedom to be themselves. Do you know which one that is? It fits both sides because that is what everyone wants.
Do you know what the con men running this want? They want to punish both sides for rejecting them as the superior man. They want to destroy both sides, subjugate both sides and become the supreme ruler of both sides.
They are doing a darned good job just by moving the money over to themselves. They use charismatic actors that are socially inept in normal romantic situations, predominantly males, with unpopular sexual mores they promise to fulfill if not glorify to lead the “faithful”.
Now, that we know the real puppeteers, let's come up with a test for them.
Does the “church” or group improve the neighborhood they are in or do they spend their time and monies collected to gather more followers and more money? Even a soup kitchen can be used this way. It is nothing more than a recruiting tool. Is the majority of money spent on the “cause” and the making the leaders more appealing with nice clothes, cars and houses? Is the “cause” more concerned with outward appearances (building, religious signs, dress) than with the actual “cause”? Is any question met with standard responses verses answers with backup reasons. Can the “cause” pass a rational reasoning test without resorting to “God told me” or “God Promised Me”? Does the “cause” help anyone outside of the “cause”? Are you permitted to have a rational dialogue and questions about the ideology of the “cause”? Is everyone else and every other idea threatening to the “cause”? Are you allowed friends and family outside of the “cause”?
A yes answer to any of those questions but the last one is a red flag. Too many red flags and you had better start running. You are about to lose more than everything you have spent your life building. You are about to lose your soul.
So how do we counter this when we can be portrayed as the enemy of the very people we are trying to help. Well, we could turn the other cheek or try to being even more helpful but that just gives them more ammunition to use against us.
The first thing you have to do, is learn to analyze any pictures and MEMEs you are sharing. If you feel bad or overly good about it, you need to look for the second message in it. Look at the source. Most of the really tricky ones won't have a source. Look at who is tagged. The people sharing them are often tagging people to share them and you can easily find out who they are associated with and even though your friend looked clean, you discover that was well planned. They are the clearing house in your group for these MEMEs. Is the MEME factual? Then call it out like I did the suing of Soros for the Texas shootings.
Present the facts and do not engage. Facts have a nasty little habit of acting like a grain of sand in an oyster. Eventually the irritation produces a pearl of wisdom. Engaging just wastes your time. Call out the authors of articles when they are blatant propaganda pieces. Present the facts not opinion and then do not engage.
They have cadre of defenders which may just be themselves under another account.
Writers recognize writing styles because we study them and in the beginning imitate them. One article I debunked, I thought the person trying to discredit me was the author until I looked at the name. No, this can't be another person, the answers and style are identical to the author.
Do not be swayed by likes or popularity. All of these are easily bought on the internet. Even reviews can be bought from services. Any review that says I love it but there is just one tiny problem is probably a bought review because that is the template they use to generate them. I love it but I know it is not perfect. I love him but I know he isn't perfect, no one is. I love my psychotic god but he does so much good. Sorry he killed your people.
I love you, too. Sorry I had to destroy your favorite MEMEs. No I'm not. I only like fluffy animal MEMEs.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Real Joy

No matter what the question is, the answer is Love.
You may have heard this a million times and shrugged because it is some hippie euphemism for getting high or something, some New Age blather for attracting things, or some religious promise for a glorious death or afterlife.
What you fail to see is the LOVE is not the love of something, someone or even yourself. Finally having that perfect hair day is not LOVE. Finally marrying the one you have pursued for years is not LOVE. Finally getting the house, job, car, action figure or any object is not LOVE. Finally getting the position or power you have fought for is not LOVE. Finally losing those last 5 pounds, wearing those skinny jeans or getting that 6 pack abs isn't LOVE. None of the above or the myriad of goals or things you have on a list of desires is LOVE or going to make you happy.
The LOVE that is the answer is the moment your core, inner values are expressed in your outer life and your actions. The LOVE that is the answer is what you seek and cannot see nor seem to find. The LOVE that is answer is within you because it is you.
I have watched people finally get where they have wanted to be all their lives. I have watched the smiles, the high fives, the fist pumps, the tears and never once seen joy. The only time I have seen joy is when the person walked up and simply said, okay, now lets get to work improving things for everyone. We are here, let's do it. I have only seen it when the goal was all inclusive and totally diverse.
I have watched those in power and seldom if ever seen joy. They are doing “what has to be done for the benefit of someone but not everyone”. I have watched those religious leaders pounding out their declarations of piety but never seen a smile. I have watched the threats of eternal damnation but never seen a welcome.
I have heard the promises of salvation, power, money, things, even love but never heard, come sit down and let's talk about you and the world. How do you fit in here? What are you passions, no not goals, not desires, not anything, but passions?
This election cycle has been my growth and understanding that what everyone seeks can never be held in their hands, can never be shown in the latest fashion, can never be found in celebrity. What everyone seeks is to unabashedly to be themselves, warts and all. Heck, let's put some glitter on those warts!
No amount of money buys you acceptance or love of self.
When you spend your time and energy on the outward appearance of yourself, your surroundings or your associates or even partners, somewhere inside that cocoon is a tiny little frightened being whimpering, afraid to show its beautiful self to the world and willing to hurt anyone that peeks behind the curtain because it is sure no one will really like it.
I lived in that world of dress for success, wear the uniform of your profession, you have to be and have X to be Y and I hated it. Night before last I went into BJ's in my gardening clothes, dirty and sweaty, hair looking like a sparse rat's nest and exhausted. I am not afraid to make eye contact with people and smile. As bad as I looked, and trust me, it was awful, one smile and people smiled back and even helped me with things. It was true Namaste. I may look as bad as I feel but my smile recognizes the Universe of love in you and accepts you as you are.
That's all anyone wants, acceptance. That is why you are lying, cheating and stealing your way to what you think is the top, because you are certain you will finally be with enough worshiping people to find the one that accepts you and brings out the best in you. That person was with you the moment you came into this world. That person is you and only you.
Only when you stop and say, gee, here I am the evil genius destroying this entire ungrateful world that won't see things the way I see them so I can remake it into my utopia and be supreme loved rules and all I really want to do is to paint that picture in my head even though I think I have no talent and am color blind but you know what, damn it all, I am buying the 10.00 paint set for kids and doing it so carry on with your lives I am not destroying or building utopia or anything today for you.

That is the day you will know real joy and love.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

To those who grow up in Hell.

Children of the forgotten oil wars,
Play kick the rock in devastated buildings,
Hold siblings tight that scream for dead parents,
Cry silently without tears,
And look at you with dead eyes.

They are tomorrow's terrorists.

Enslavement can be so comfy

Our house was one city block long and sat on 7 acres. We had an Olympic sized swimming pool along with a two bedroom cabana conjoined with a full bar. There were 5 main bedrooms, two maids quarters with an adjoining bath, 2 chauffeurs apartments with baths and a four car garage. There was an industrial sized kitchen and pantry, 2 dining rooms, and an office. The patio was 3/4s of a block long with sofas and chairs. There was formal living room with grand piano. We had our own well and water treatment plant and back up generating system. The house had belonged to a minor government official like a county clerk here. Ours was one of the smaller and less lavish houses in the neighborhood. It didn't belong to us. We were allowed to live there as special friends of the new government to entertain visiting American dignitaries. I attended a private school where the skirt to my uniform in today's dollars would be around 250.00. You had to wear the specific uniform which was handmade and tailored in the most expensive department store in downtown Havana. The tuition would be around 300.00 a month now. It was a French School. All the homes shared a lovely one acre park with playground and a live in attendant and guard. The whole thing was fenced and locked to keep the peasants out. My governess would play cards and more with him at least twice a week while I played on the swings, slides and other industrial playground equipment. It was like a carnival that I had all to myself. After all, I really was just a peasant that had a priority pass. No other child would even enter the park when I was there.
One day a Russian freighter blew up in Havana harbor rattling the houses inland for 30 miles. Everyone thought the Dominican Republic had attacked and started shooting. The revolution had begun anew.
My governess ran to the school, five blocks away to get me. As we started through the vacant lot in front of the school the bullets started hitting around us. I was trained to duck and run in a zigzag pattern so I dragged her behind me as we ran from one clump of high grass to the next. If we had stopped whoever was shooting at us would have been able to target us.
After what seemed like eternity, we popped out of the grass to what should have been safety at the park but instead I found myself staring down the barrel of an M1 rifle. He was the one who had been shooting at us. My governess began screaming and crying, “why?”. I calmly raised the little purse I had my hand in and told him to lower the rifle or I would shoot. I actually had a 9mm Browning in the purse as I was never unarmed and my mother was unable to shoot straight. Even at 8, I was an expert marksman. He lowered the gun and we slowly walked backwards, me no longer using the purse to hide the gun I had aimed at him until we could seek shelter out of his sight.
My governess was hysterical and I knew that I would have to tell my father what happened when he came home condemning the man my governess considered her boyfriend right up until that day to death. I did what I was trained to do and reported the incident in detail. My father left with his friend and one guard to get the park attendant. They found him swinging from the overhead bars where he had hanged himself.
That is what life is like in a world where the elite have ruled. Even the people you have freed, given economic freedom from unending poverty and disease will try to kill you and bring back their masters rather than take control of their destiny and face the unknown.
Some call it Stockholm Syndrome but it is just plain fear of the unknown.
The Devil you know is better than the Devil you don't.
Ah, but the Devil you don't know may not be the Devil at all.

It is the fear of change, responsibility and freedom that locks the chains onto your legs and enslaves your mind.