For personal reasons I will no longer share on my blog when I see edited people.
Yes, I am angry.
I have been saying – FOR YEARS NOW – that this, this life surrounding me was unacceptable.
The Mississippi woman on Amazon using the name Kate pretended to be Cleveland at The Container Store while David Wolfe stood behind me telling me we were like peas and carrots. I do not know why David said this. Probably it is what he was told in his ear to say. Like dialogue.
The problem is that I knew it was David Wolfe, therefore it created a reality. A truth that was not real at all. It created a reality for me because I knew it was David Wolfe and not Alfredo Cruz.
In that moment I did not know who Cleveland was in disguise.
The reason I am angry? This morning as I returned to my “home” it was becoming clearer to me how different the walls and my surroundings were. Sitting on my stairs taking my shoes off, it is Maurice’s favorite. He loves to be petted as I take off my shoes.
Several things I am noticing. I am free to play with my cats again – like I used to.
There is a picture of Mississippi Kate pouring lemonade on a shrub. To me this looks like my Thursday peeing on the stairs looking at me, and I cannot see my Thursday anymore.
I am so heartbroken over my Thursday.
Did you know, someone placed a picture in my head sometime after my brother took them, of Thursday – like he was still alive. True or not I am sick about it. Because it seems to be that Mississippi Kate has been placed in control and charge of me – AGAINST MY WILL – she then is allergic to cats, so she did everything in her power to get me to get rid of them, and she is an addict, drugs and alcohol.
I am looking around my house, the alcohol looks like a delicious drink and NOT SOMETHING THAT MUST BE CONSUMED AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.
So, she was using me as a way to consume alcohol, using the glasses and helmet to live through me!
YUCK! GROSS!! UPSET!!!
That is a huge and big difference!
It does feel a little like freedom.
Back to my mind, or at least closer to my mind than before.
I am playing with my cats again.
I am struck at how I am playing with my cats again.
I used to play with my Thursday and Tuesday. I would run from one end of the house to the other end of the house, run past a corner and wait for them, and they would run after me. Run around the corner with bright eyes enjoying the play time, I would exclaim, you found-ded me! Then, I would run and do it again. They loved it. It was play-time. They said, that’s fun. Let’s do it again.
I know I have been seen on the television playing with my cats. I know I was seen, I was watching a movie that had cars or a car in it, playing with a string with my cats. So, I know people are aware how much I truly loved my cats.
What a terrible thing to take away love from another person.
I am sickened and saddened to discover David Wolfe has been used in such a way that essentially allowed me to be fooled and tricked.
It takes away my picture of him.
Why would he be so willing to participate in such a thing?
How many years do I have to keep saying and writing the same thing over and over again?!
I saw that boy of a man – that has nothing to do with London or England for me – covered in black, walking backwards, and bouncing his chest! GROSS! YUCK! I never want to be with or know that “Edison” phony ever again!!
How many years do I have to keep writing that over and over!!!!
I was asked, in my head, last night to read a man. I said, in my head, I can’t see him.
This is how it works. I am not having to think. Do you know how you don’t have to think about blinking your eyes? Same thing. You can purposefully blink your eyes, yet you blink without having to think about it. It just blurts out, or comes out, or an instinct, or an honest reaction without a filter.
Because I said I couldn’t see him, I heard in my head a disgruntlement.
So, I had to clarify. I can’t see him because he is covered in sand.
This man was covered in sand, the closest explanation would be a sandstorm surrounding him.
Then, I got to look at him again. So many different occupations he has had. Time, a person’s history does not always appear in chronological order.
Yelling, yelling, loudness in my head. LOUDNESS!!!!
I see prison work, somewhere in a prison not necessarily as a guard. I see overseas on a base – not contractor work – on a base. Where does or did he work, I ask myself? In the kitchen? KP duty? Overseeing deliveries? Paperwork. I see paperwork and deliveries, and a kitchen, aluminum pots, aluminum utensils. I see a side door, I see a high window, and then I don’t see a window.
I see disgruntlement and frustration. Not a big deal, not every person likes dealing with different people. And, perhaps there is barriers that were frustrating and difficult to deal with.
I see how he somewhat misses the work, the location, the people? He still has people over there that he likes. I smiled because he believes in the work being done on the base and the presence the military has there.
11:46 pm – True or not – the way they created the accident on my corolla was through illusion. Using a sliding mirror or something else creating a barrier to hide oncoming traffic while making it appear as the road. So, that I made my way into an intersection believing it was clear only to discover once my head was turned the other direction they removed the barrier illusion and when that was not enough to create an accident the driver of the oncoming traffic swerved to hit me. Did they mean to make it such a bad accident? Did they mean to injury me? It’s heart breaking.
I was clear. I was clear of car payments and I would have been more able – again – to pay off my debt and NOT go into bankruptcy again. It’s heartbreaking.
This was the same day I applied for a job – that interview made no sense and could not have been a real job – the loss was devastating. I was traumatized for months. It’s heartbreaking.
True or not – was that the same woman I worked with who was a Jehovah’s Witness that I saw on my way home from work today?
True or not – I heard in my head that is incredibly hard to do, recognize or read people?
True or not – the woman who delivered my groceries today was someone my mother knew? I saw a birthday party. I saw the birthday party I went to in Plant City at a park downtown…is it off of Wheeler? I saw balloons. I don’t know her name. I am not sure I would have known her name then. I do not recall whose birthday it was because I only went for my mother. I didn’t know anyone there.
True or not – aren’t they the same person? The kisser or the good paying job. They are the same person.
How do you limit casualties? How do you defeat without injuries?
Create distance.
Separate the hysteria.
Hand to hand combat. Fighting in close range need to become a thing of the past.
The emotion that once used to create hype, hysteria, emotionality of fighting must end.
Cease and desist.
That is how you win a battle without casualties.
Strategy. Create the distance, no personal connection. Good and reliable Intel. This is how – there will never be peace on Earth until Christ sets foot on Earth and there is a second coming – you create workable world order.
When I adopted Maurice, Lambert, and Murphy I did not have enough time in the shelter. I thought because my life in the last few years has been nothing more than five seconds or less, make a decision and purchase. Yet, this is not a thinking person’s idea. A person who thinks take time over a decision. Adopting an animal is not the same as buying gum or potato chips at a gas station.
A person who thinks takes time.
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