Natarajasana - (Royal Dancer)

Natarajasana - (Royal Dancer)
Amy Jin - Courtesy Of "The Pitch" & Angela Bond

Big Ups!

The City Of Dubuque's Citizen's (Police) Academy (Dubuque, IA)(2017)
Bored, stuck in Dubuque, waiting out the laying down of the Universal Hand, I followed up my Ride-Along last Fall with the 21st Annual C.A. for our city, thinking it was a big picture, 10-week, Thursday night class in City Operations and the role of Law Enforcement in quality of life. It was actually a course in policy, procedure, and hands-on learning experiences in Law Enforcement itself, complete with encouragement to get sprayed (OC-style--The pepper kind)(i.e. "It's just a spritzer!"), as well as another Ride-Along (on a different shift). An excellent, much appreciated immersion in yet another world untouched by my academic, holistic, spiritual, and worldly studies, perfectly timed in applicability to considerations in Business, Loss Prevention, my own shala, Law/Graduate School, and life experiences, in general, including those shared on this website with Law, Law Enforcement, and city infrastructures in this country.

The City Of Dubuque's/Human Rights Department's Intercultural Competency Leadership Training (Dubuque, IA)(2014)
At their request, so bravo to them, bravo to me. Provided presence, experience, background, & feedback, while simultaneously taking in, getting updated, refreshing past (academic & other) learning, & showing up to add Love Yoga: The Movement/Amy Jin flava to the current diversity-improving model that has already started infiltrating City Government, businesses, institutions of learning, & organizations of all kinds via rocking choice, recognizing a next step needing to be established in consciously evolving Dubuque's intolerant, ignorant, & bigoted past, setting an example for the world.

Voted "Kansas City's 'Best Yoga Teacher" by The People & The Pitch (2007)

http://www.pitch.com/kansascity/BestOf?oid=2211700


Santa Monica (Bryan Kest) Power Yoga Instructor, Trained & Certified (Quintana Roo/Tulum, Mexico)(2005)

A 3-week, 200 hour in-depth immersion in yoga thought, philosophy, and practice including but not limited to 100 hours of Hatha practice and meditation, 100 hours of learning the multi-dynamic possibilities of asana and meditation, as well as Satsang, Sanskrit, kirtan, noble silence, juice fasting, and a 10 hour master Iyengar course.

Spiritual Illumination & Leadership (Kansas City Metro Area, KS & MO+)(since 2002)

Expert on the Indigo/Crystal Children phenomenon, healing, and in-the-Light, all-natural lifestyle-related topics, featured in The Edge, KC Wellness Magazine, http://www.childrenofthenewearth.com/, http://www.planetlightworker.com/, and The Kansas City Star. Featured & requested speaker for the Psychic Studies Institute (Unity Temple on the Plaza), UMKC's Communiversity, The University of Kansas Medical Center's Interdenominational/Interfaith Alliance, Gardens of Delight, UCOP (Unity Church of Overland Park), Unity Temple on the Plaza (independent event), holistic healing centers, & spiritual bookstores across the country, The Dubuque Community School District Board, etc.

Full-Ride Division I Scholarship Athlete (Volleyball), Summa Cum Laude (3.95/4.0 G.P.A.)(DePaul University)(Chicago, IL)(2000)
Conference USA All-Freshman Team Nominee. DePaul University Athletic Department’s Jean Nordberg Award recipient (DePaul Athletic Banquet), given for excellence in leadership, personal character, and academics. (Senior year Co-)Captain. DePaul University's College of Commerce's Honors Marketing Program(, by selection). Bachelor's of Science in (Honors) Marketing(-IME).

The State of Iowa's Class 3A Player of the Year (Largest Class at the Time)(Volleyball), Salutatorian (3.99/4.0 G.P.A.)(Wahlert High School)(Dubuque, IA)(1996)

+ (Athletic Stripes in Reverse Chronology) Mizuno 1st-Team All-Star Selection
1996 Class 3A State Champions
1st-Team All-State Tournament
1st-Team Elite All-State
Mississippi Valley Conference "Athlete of the Year"
1st-Team All-Mississippi Valley Conference
The Dubuque Telegraph Herald 1st-Team All-Area
Team Co-Captain
Female award recipient of Wahlert High School's prestigious Galen P. Thomas Award, given for excellence in academic awareness, citizenship, reliability, and participation in other activities in and outside of academia (Nomination by coaches).

...and a powerful story of overcoming all obstacles and odds to get there.

Yeah, Buddy--

Yeah, Buddy--
Resurrection Raiders, Representin'.

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Spiritual Warrior Soul: Roman Catholic Warrior Leaders On The Hardwood ROCK IT On The Yoga Hardwood, As Well.

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Asians Aren't Known For Verticals, But This One Was. Likely Sept.-Oct. 1995, Repping Our Top Ten Or In-The-Teens? Standing, Playing Other Nationally Ranked H.S. Teams At Mother McAuley In The Chi.

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On The Plane Again--It's Not Glam, But At Least We Got To Shower. Well, Some Of Us Did.

Chi-Town Chinatown Love: Word Up To All My (Astrological) Horses, Worldwide!

Chi-Town Chinatown Love: Word Up To All My (Astrological) Horses, Worldwide!
A Little Adventure With Some Of My Iowan, Chinese-American Compadres, To See What Was Cracka-Lackin' In One Of My Former Places Of Residence--In My Tried And True "Protest Jeans" By 7 For All Mankind--Thank You, L.A.!, Sat./March 21.15

Post-Photo Shoot, Sat./10.29.11

Come to Class!:

  • ~September 27th, 2012: Love Yoga: The Movement is now endorsed by NICC and is being considered for regularly scheduled class times and within-the-semester-system presence on both campuses, based on leaders from the school's personal experience in class. Look for additional class times & learning opportunities as they become available! Big ups to Northeast Iowa Community College for supporting enlightenment and higher intelligence with both feet in!
  • ~~UPDATE: TH./October 4th, 2012: Word is NICC is not interested in adding anymore "Fitness" classes to their system, 4 the time being. I said, "Yeah, Power Yoga is Fitness if fitness means your whole life!" Oh well. It is what it is.
  • -The Dubuque Community YM/YWCA has been abandoned as of SAT./12.14.2013. Jill Scott's song "Slowly Surely" is thematic to Love Yoga: The Movement's practice location needs today.
  • P.S. A householder cannot be a yog, by definition. And history. And the truth about it today. Especially here (this country). The best you can do is live and practice within its teachings, like anything, and let your heart lead the way from there. I hope you do. It has produced too many miracles for me not to say so.
  • **DUBUQUELAND/THE WESTERN WORLD: Fair warning--though those involved have already been warned!--There are far more false yogs in this country than people truly on a path of self-knowledge and Truth. Oftentimes, "teachers" are not even certified. Please ensure that they know what the bejesus they're doing be4 running around saying you're practicing yoga. What it looks like, to any Eastern person, no matter how Americanized said person may be, is that there has been a hostile takeover of something ancient & sacred that belongs to US by a bunch of looney toon idiots who would happily bastardize something rich & powerful by making it insane & fraudulent--not to mention all-around ugly. Karma always doth cometh.**
  • ***M/6.2.2014: The Practice Of Love Trumps All Things--Dubuqueland/Iowa/Midwestern authentic peops who R in it to win it, I think you're about to see a practice schedule here in a healthy, sane setting that will lend itself to true connection, sans all the inhibiting forces, to help you become perfected in your physical-mental-emotional-soul-Source-thru-Earthness. As always. There are so many of you on the planet right now capable of so much Good. Develop yourself via will so long as U live.***
  • ****At long last! Starting M/JUNE 16, The Year 2014!!! NEW!--THE DUBUQUE ARBORETUM PAVILION (3800 Arboretum Drive, Dubuque, IA 52001, www.dubuquearboretum.com): $17 Drop-In (Cash Or Check For Now), $14 For (Bring Proof!) Students, First Responders, & Veterans. UPDATE! SU/6.22.2014: Love Yoga: The Movement has some Mega-Guardian Beings. Your 1st class is *GRATIS!* to help everyone experience this class. Additional Love Offerings are always welcome for both Love Yoga: The Movement & The Arboretum from The Movement. Feel free to ask about the Team/5-Or-More-Affiliated-People discount:
  • *Bring your own mat! Min. 4 per class! Payment will be taken, upon reception, before class. Sign-in will include signing off on an "I-take-full-responsibility-for-my-health-&-safety-during-this-practice" acknowledgement. We will change, flow, & adapt for the Good Of All as we go, so walk, run, 2-wheel, & carpool to class, & if this area is to become a home to a founding Love Yoga: The Movement shala, it will become a reality from here.*
  • -M/5:45-7:15P-The ORIGINAL Dubuqueland ALL LEVELS EXPERIENCE!--Ashtanga-Based, Santa Monica Power Yoga!
  • -W/5:45-7:15P-All Levels
  • -TH/10:30A-NOON-All Levels
  • *****And then, just like that, by the same treachery as always, life & Santa Monica Power Yoga evacuate the area due to fear & lack that characterize "normal" there. Ask current practitioners for the skinny, & read what happened in my writings below right. Love Yoga: The Movement has left the Dubuqueland area as of F/7.5.2014*****
  • ******MINNESOTA, I look forward to serving you, if nothing else, because I like the way you speak. I'm available for Personalized & on-site work, classes, workshops, & events in the Red Wing, MN area. Please contact EternalLove47@aol.com to schedule, including such learning experiences which require scheduling & travel. Gratitude.******
  • *******HMM...It's hard to serve Minnesota when you have to go back to Iowa & CONSIDER LEAVING THE COUNTRY because it's BUNK!!!*******
  • ********Tick tock, tick tock...Waiting for an impeccable space from which to teach the Power Within...SU/12.6.2015
  • *********W/JULY 20, 2016: Nothing like a 2 year pause button to teach from the mean streets in these times, fighting for my life and this Movement, in "crisis," with some spotty Personalizeds with shady aspirants, in the meantime. Meeting tomorrow, everyone. Downtown Dubuque, Iowa. SU/9.4.2016: Nobody's home so far, peops. Well--LOL--except me.

One Of The Only Ultimately-Good Things To Come Out Of Cell Phones--Creative Expression.

One Of The Only Ultimately-Good Things To Come Out Of Cell Phones--Creative Expression.
Even When I Try To Look Like A Bad A**, Tho', This Is Apparently My Peers' Interpretation.

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New Paradigmatic Enlightenment Services:

This Movement is committed to the spiritual power of individuals who are dedicated to their own spiritual growth and existence while they R here. Therefore, all prices are negotiable for those who desire to become more enlightened, ascended, Christ or Buddha-like, and additional donations are always welcome towards this informally begun non-profit Movement.

If U are sincere and have pure intentions, you will immediately be seen for that. These prices reflect an acknowledgment of the capitalistic society in which we live, believes that the best in class deserve to be paid accurately 4 their gifts, and that, in an ideal society, the enlightened would flow money power, if such a thing even existed. It also believes that $ means nothing to the truly powerful, but creating Utopia, so to speak, according to the rules until they R different, is also the place to be.

I find that my practitioners/students who invest and do the work, individually, with me, especially in conjunction with regular attendance to the asana classes I lead, see tremendous benefit, including pretty immediate "huge" revelations, releases of pent-up emotion, a "synchronistic" or miraculous event, or a job promotion, to name a few.

  • · LEARNING (Ashtanga-based)(Santa Monica) POWER YOGA &/or MEDITATION (with many types of influence—primarily Zen Soto [Buddhist], New Age/Metaphysical, & “the kind yogis do in class”) WITH ME-$85 4 1 Personalized Lesson. U may purchase a pre-paid group of 10 sessions for $800 (8-mo. expiration from date of purchase, intended, ideally, for use within 1.5-2)(Non-refundable, non-transferable, however, unused sessions may be donated to other students in financial need prior to their expiring). No “traveling” fees in this Movement, except over 20 miles.
  • · EMF BALANCING TECHNIQUE (Phases I-IV) and SPIRITUAL ILLUMINATION SESSIONS-Advanced Energywork connected to the Indigo and Crystal Children Phenomenon, also known as the "Martial Art Of The Heart," and Spiritual Teaching & Guidance Sessions-for truth & healing to the center of your being from an “awakened forerunner Indigo/Crystal Child” (That means “Spiritual Luminary with a high level of spiritual acumen & accuracy”). Typical topics that emerge or are brought to the latter are Work, Relationships, Life Purpose, Core or Untapped Gifts, including Spiritual ones, and past hurts that require higher perspective to be unwound into free-flowing energy. $200 per session (Typically, 1 hr.-1 hr. and 15 min.).
  • · SPIRITUAL ILLUMINATION-BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT and IMPROVEMENT FROM WITHIN for sole proprietors to corporations. Cost depends on project & can be adapted to fit your budget. Please inquire.
  • Cash, check, & money orders are acceptable methods of payment. Amy Jin may be reached at EternalLove47@aol.com with inquiries or to schedule.
  • Spiritual Illumination Sessions can be done in person, by phone, and also in writing (electronically or hand-written). Energywork can also be done over the phone.

Titthibhasana - (Firefly Pose)

Titthibhasana - (Firefly Pose)

Honorable Giving: Generous Love Offerings Power This Movement

Honorable Giving: Generous Love Offerings Power This Movement
Feel good about contacting EternalLove47@aol.com to give and receive (M/7.29.2013: Feel good about knowing that this has already begun, more officially than ever before, since my return to Dubuqueland on 12.31.2011. Let's keep it flowing Big on behalf of Source). Needed immediately (Contact Amy Jin [EternalLove47@aol.com] for details):

  • -Donations to back a stand-alone Physical Location/Income for my teaching and this Movement
  • -Increased donations/backing to fund positive Activities, spreading Santa Monica Power Yoga-based teachings and lifestyle, traditional Ashtanga Yoga, traditional meditation, and wisdom teachings from myriad traditions that help to awaken and enlighten a people, regardless of physical location
  • -Others in Mass Media to donate Promotion of the ideals/ideas examined here for the enlightenment and spiritual dimension of those who would benefit from this Movement
  • -A Contemporary, Cutting-Edge Web Designer on donation/trade with the Movement to provide 'Net presence
  • -A Network of Elite Healers to Exchange Holistic Healing/Spiritual/Conventional Medicine/(Holistic) Dentistry Work on Trade, who R committed to excellence in their practice, with teachers and leaders of this Movement, as it develops

Urdhva Prasarita Eka Padasana - (Standing Splits, Y'All!)

Urdhva Prasarita Eka Padasana - (Standing Splits, Y'All!)

2011 Lovers of This Spiritual Movement & Amy Jin's Work: Given Resources, Products, Services

  • Jessica Schifman*, Power Yogini (Overland Park, Kansas)(Kansas City Metro Area): Intuitively and custom-made lifestyle products-Please inquire about intuitively-made Power Yoga Mat Straps. My latest is about the beauty of the ancestors (Native American power!) and the Buddha.
  • Sarah Brent, Amy Jin's Co-Captain from DePaul (Volleyball)(Bella Vista, Arkansas): $ supporting the Movement!
  • Lauren Naylor & Focal Point Salon (Phoenix/Scottsdale, AZ): Haircut & rockin' purple hair color *TRADE*-turned-Love Offering to Love Yoga: The Movement. A beautiful team effort on Mayo Blvd. to rep Beauty on this list (www.focalpointsalon.com).
  • B.J. & the Metro Motorsports/RideNow Powersports Peoria team* (Peoria, Arizona)(Phoenix Metro Area): YAMAHA Zuma 125 TLC & industry friendship. And they still have my hot chocolate! Become less of a burden on this planet by supporting the rockin' hype color, fun, sensitivity, creativity, style, & opportunity for self-mastery, better operation of all motor vehicles, & personal expressiveness through Motorsports wherever U R (http://youtu.be/lWCK-pq3qDQ)!
  • KEY: $=$1-500, $$=$501-1000, $$$=$1001-10,000, $$$$=Over $10,000

2012 Powering-The-Yoga Supa Humans/Collective Efforts!

  • Jessica Schifman*, Power Yogini (Overland Park, Kansas)(Kansas City Metro Area): An Amy Jin-encouraged Power Yoga mat strap line, finally developed! I was rockin' one on mine while teaching in Kansas City before any yoga brand came out with similar concepts. "Gold" has been donated to Love Yoga: The Movement (www.lillybit.com).
  • Dr.Joseph A. Magno***, Author, retired Associate Professor of Philosophy at Loras College, and healing practitioner (Dubuque, Iowa): $ for the journey/to support me/the Movement!
  • Sarah-Mom and Sam-Dad Schmelzer**, former Dubuque Internal Medicine Business Office Woman & Golden-Day John Deere Dubuque Works Laborer, respectively (Dubuque, Iowa): $ to raise the current official vehicle of the Movement, my YAMAHA Zuma 125, from the dead and get it back on the road for the first time in Iowa!
  • Northeast Iowa Community College, one of the top ten community colleges in the nation (by the Aspen Institute)!(Peosta, Iowa): Provost approval and leadership (who R Power Yogi/nis!) hoorah!s to post Love Yoga: The Movement flyers and class times at both the Peosta campus and the Dubuque Center locations. U can't get more enlightened than that! Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, both, support the development of enlightened human beings, a more conscious, intelligent society, and delighting in the enchantment of learning thru whatever excellent means necessary!
  • Brett Albarado***, fellow Light bringer, a former colleague at the horrifying Unity School of Christianity at Unity Village, MO (Red Wing, Minnesota): $ given in the truest spirit of tithing to this Movement.
  • Please note: All Love Offerers are listed with their permission. All who support The Movement R encouraged to receive due recognition and karma for their actions thru this section. Please be aware that there are also those listed who since have been terminated, in regard to their relationship to myself and/or Love Yoga: The Movement but, by my choice, will continue to be listed until I determine to axe all mention of them. As always, may all beings receive their due and righteous karma. As a Catholic schoolgirl, I learned it was once said, "Whatsoever U do to the least of my people, that U do unto me." It wasn't mentioned what would happen when U hurt or harm one of the most significant souls, or on that same token, help them, because it hopefully requires no explanation:
  • *Hmm-mm.
  • **On spiritual/psychic probation by Source. And by Source, not humans, because spiritual invasion or psychic stalking by other humans is not only creepy as crap but against Spiritual Law. Don't break any laws. Simply arm yourself with the truth, and do not stray from it.
  • ***Energy no longer allowed to affiliate with Love Yoga: The Movement. Period. Until further notice. S/6.7.2014: And until Wrong is made Right, where possible. I would, if I were you, but I am not. The question is, "Will U?"

The 2013 Honorable Love Offerers of Love Yoga: The Movement

  • Wal-Mart-Dubuque, my hometown's location of the American retail giant (Dubuque, Iowa): A gift certificate ($) to provide all-natural/organic food for the upcoming Ashtanga/Power Yoga Film Pow-Wow & to Love Yoga: The Movement, in general! Thanks to Jennifer, Cash Manager, for taking the time to hear my vision, the resistance to help by other Food & Grocery people in town, & taking about 3 seconds to respond enthusiastically that "Yes!" they'd help and "Thanks for all you're doing!" in a society where genuine gratitude is a rarity. Now, that's Power Yoga leadership. Way to step up to the mic, Wal-Mart!
  • Brett Albarado***, fellow Light bringer (Seer, Channel, Reader...), former colleague at the "The-Indigo-Children-Will-Need-2-Get-Their-Own-Movement!" Unity School of Christianity at Unity Village, MO, multi-purpose Maintenance Mechanic, vehicular healer, & an all-around amazing incarnate Angel (Red Wing, Minnesota): $$$ donated to Amy Jin, Love Yoga: The Movement, & the spread of wise, conscious, intelligent creation of the world's future, from ground up, as a celebration of the existence of universal love that transcends belief.
  • Monks Kaffee Pub* (Dubuque, Iowa): An original, A&E & consciousness-supporting concept on Bluff Love Offering the space and media equipment for our Love Yoga: The Movement May 26th Ashtanga/Santa Monica Power Yoga Film Pow-Wow & Satsang, giving everyone another home off our yoga mats!
  • Bill Finn, President of Scorpio Productions & one of the first "regular" Power Yoga practitioners in this area! (Dubuque, IA): For being the bridge that led to the connection for the event with Trish Feldman, Monks Kaffee Pub's awesome Co-Owner, who relayed, "They're TOTALLY excited to host it!" Music & chai officially makes the world go 'round.
  • David C. Moeller*, Lead Tech Coach for the Dubuque Community School District & dedicated, front-row practitioner in practice! (Dubuque, IA): $ given with gratitude, in class & with class, to Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement for the spread of Is-ness on the planet.
  • Anonymous (4 now)!***, Food leader of the new paradigms represented by Love Yoga: The Movement (Dubuqueland, IA): $ generously given in faith to The Movement, exemplifying keeping one's word, leadership by example, the power of right alliance, & working positive karma in integrity. Cheers to alliances kept solid thru enlightenment & real effort on both sides. "Clean food" is also about chi. Think "U R what U eat."

The 2014 Love Offerers' Wall Of Celebration & Is-ness--

  • Brett Albarado***, Maintenance Mechanic, Aspiring Power Yogi!, & embodiment of Faith in the Truth (Red Wing, Minnesota): $ above & beyond the Suggested Love Offering for individualized work, as a way of giving & expressing love naturally & perfectly, & funding to help establish the 1st Tapas Workshop in this area as fact!
  • Frank Bonacci, one of a cast of all high-caliber professors chosen, but Amy Jin's 1st! English prof, at DePaul University, now a Grant-Writer, a certified teacher of Kundalini Yoga, as taught by Yogi Bhajan, AND a steadfast practitioner of Love Yoga: The Movement's Work! (Schiller Park/Chicago, IL): $ in Scholarship & Love Offering toward the "LOVE YOGA: THE MOVEMENT’S VISION: On Life & Flow—The Tapas Of A Modern Day Yog/ini" Workshop & the continuation of brilliance all over the world, moving on inspiration, producing results, as dedication always does.
  • Wal-Mart-Dubuque (Dubuque, Iowa): Sadly, Jennifer's gone, but Wal-Mart has stepped up again this year to provide a little charitable $ love after our "On Life & Flow" Workshop, thanks to Karen K. & the Accounting crew! Eventually, I'd like all area businesses, big & small, on board with eco-friendly, happy, healthy reality-creation. Our Tapas couldn't be more needed or relevant today. A bow of gratitude to one of the only places whose prices I still trust on organic, all-natural, vegetarian sustenance.
  • The beautiful Dubuque Arboretum (Dubuque, Iowa): This venue, under the leadership of Sandi Helgerson, Executive Director, has offered a "supporting landlord" place (more like support that's otherworldly) to put Ashtanga-based, Santa Monica Power Yoga classes back on the map in Dubuqueland/the Midwest! after many months without a physical location to call "home." The magic, peace, and perfect partnering of this space--a strong presence & opportunity to experience natural beauty in the city for 33 years on volunteers alone--with the destiny of this Movement has infinite potential in both synergy and spark for both individuals and our nation.

2015 People Who "Get It"--Love Offerers Who Keep The Lights On!

  • Frank Bonacci, one of all high-caliber professors chosen, but Amy Jin's first English prof, at DePaul University, now an independent Grant Writer & seminar provider, with experience in grant-writing in Mental Health, a certified teacher of Kundalini Yoga, as taught by Yogi Bhajan, & a steadfast practitioner of Love Yoga: The Movement & enlightenment on the planet (Schiller Park/Chicago, IL): $ funding safe spiritual refuge in 2015, in clearly hostile territory.
  • ...and many others who have stepped forward and have yet to claim recognition, representing Kansas City, Phoenix/Scottsdale, Dubuqueland, IA, & all the places you've gone to school, lived, worked, & called home before...You prove that there are everyday heroics--of all Races, nationalities, religious backgrounds, occupations, economic statuses, educational levels, etc.--being performed every day by "everyday citizens" that effectively battle that which hurts, harms, and takes innocent & important lives, with the kind of love we are all meant to give and receive. You are heart-blooming awesome and are literally changing my 2015 and the course of my life through the love you show, in the absence of all of those who were supposed to be there but turned to shadow, instead.

2016 Love Yoga: The Movement Backers Of The Year:

  • Frank Bonacci, one of all high-caliber professors chosen, & Amy Jin's first English prof at DePaul University in Chi-town, Grant seminar Trainer, certified Kundalini Yoga Teacher, in the lineage of Yogi Bhajan, & powerful practitioner of Love Yoga: The Movement's ideals & enlightenment on the planet (Schiller Park/Chicago, IL): $ & complete moral support, creating the gift of safe, spiritual sanctuary, again, which is becoming harder & harder to find. All the more reason to stand tall and staunchly in conviction that bases itself in the Truth. The existence of F.Bonacci should make all Italian(-American)s and Brazilian(-American)s proud of their peops.
  • ...as well as others in this (final) time of protected class refuge and bigger Decision. There are no words for trust met with solidity. My only demand is that it stop being the exception to the rule.

2017 Love Offerers To Love Yoga: The Movement!:

  • Anonymous, L.A. native and positive connect of Amy Jin's and to Civil Rights leadership in the U.S. of A. (Kansas City, MO): "$100 in honor of Amy Jin Schmelzer to the Kenya Service Trip at Clarke College, Dubuque." $

Urdhva Dhanurasana - (Backbend)

Urdhva Dhanurasana - (Backbend)

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Monday, May 23, 2016

Point Blank: On The Effects Of Law Enforcement, Law, & The General Public Condoning Criminality &/Or Atrociousness

      Sometimes, when there have finally been "breakthroughs," due to relentless pursuit of excellence in the world outside of yourself, that started from within, it's good to not move ahead but go deeper into situations requiring it. As any yogi would.
      I did not share this E-Update here, due to its explicit nature, but I will now because of the sheer amounts of people, and Asian/-American women, specifically, who have been brutalized and sexualized, raped, and worse, at the hands of men of the majority demographic here and violent, bad men, in general, who just have it in them to do, to spread that rape, for example, has no cliched way about it, other than it's forced when you had no intention, before, during, or after. It is for every one of us to decide how to use our Goddess Power after that happens because, likely, there's no preparing for it. Like me, you may have thought that, perhaps, you were far too astute &/or Protected by larger forces for anything like it to happen, period.
      With a world going mad, however, from hurts unrepented for and self-mastery NOT owned by individuals everywhere, and the deterioration of the family structure as sacred to all things healthy, immaculate, and on the up & up, I want to tell you to "just say no" to any male who gives you any kind of weird feeling, if you can help it. As you can see, I was literally floating at sea without a rope from anyone--except my attacker. There is no reason that this should've happened to someone of my Purpose in the United States, in the Midwest, in 2016.
      As of the publishing of this piece, though it is now almost a year & a half old, the (East) St. Paul Police have staunchly done nothing about the "helper" I named here and in my original detailing of the situation, citing that I "didn't go to a hospital" and "had a consensual sexual relationship afterward" with my attacker, which is as demonic as the act itself. No one has a right to tell you how to fall apart, even if for a moment. Everyone dies differently.
      I was actually advised that it might be more advantageous to getting him locked up if I'd have chosen to "lose it" by doing what everyone else does, which is likely do something highly unadvisable to him under all forms of Spiritual Law. In the situation, I think the other form had already become a joke, after Dubuque and Red Wing. I thanked my advisor and simply said I'd remember that.
      Hopefully, as both the young, female Investigator here, and the also-young, female Riverview Center Advocate were, it will become clear thru your reading exactly what happened to me on this leg of my Minnesota Male Predator Tour(, though all the wonderful people I met up there must not be dismissed), how things unfolded, and, remarkably (in a bad way), that this is further proof of the low-I.Q. thing people and, outrageously, authorities do to "victimize the victim," especially if the assailant has ties to Law Enforcement, as is the case here in the person with a serial problem (His father).
      My wonder is how many of the representatives of the Sex Crimes unit in Minnesota's lead city have, also, made it their "thing" to prey on, perhaps, the Hmong or Korean-American adoptee community females up there, in plentiful amounts, and call it nothing. At least that would explain their completely dismissing powerful, courageous, and corroborating leads since, as we know, even the most badly attacked oftentimes are so whacked by what's just happened they would rather die inside than let anyone know about it, especially if they're afraid of the guy.
      And so, I have no choice but to simply wish all of their daughters, mothers, aunts, girlfriends, and spouses, 100% RAPED. Since it's no big deal, and they clearly don't get it. One way to find out...
      Enjoy.

-----Original Message-----
From: EternalLove47
To: *The Love Yoga: The Movement In-Transition E-Update List/Everyone At The Time*
Sent: Tue, Dec 2, 2014 2:49 am
Subject: ***Final Words From Amy Jin--Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, M/12.1.2014***

On Being Amy Jin Schmelzer, Authentically, In The United States Of America: Final Words Of Parting
***Image of the Reading Cherub, With Its Head & Wing Sitting Next To It***
The Gift From The Congregation Leader At The Unity Church Of Overland Park Who Followed My Spiritual Teaching In Kansas City Previously E-Updated About & Written About On The Love Yoga: The Movement Website

      Some of you were aware during my evacuation of my former practitioner's scary one-bedroom apartment, from which I thought I would be beginning my first Power Yoga/spiritual school, that when I was finally reunited with all of my stolen belongings, the family heirloom I'd been given by a special follower of my work in Kansas City turned up as the first destroyed possession, literally within a day or two of Journalist James Foley?'s beheading, missing its head (The wing busted off during a mysterious tip of the same tote after I'd been relegated to the basement here)--a child angel its giver always said reminded her of me, & that it was a treasure in her family, and she wanted me to have it--She knew I'd take good care of it.
      Even more bizarre was that it didn't appear ripped or broken off by a chaotic, runaway maniac, as was the path it traveled the night Brett took off with half of my stuff with (My Norweigan & German-American, former 1st Responder superhero) & I chasing after him thru the streets of Red Wing, but that it seemed to be popped off on purpose & perfectly placed at the feet of its body, with nothing else in the clear Rubbermaid container disturbed. As also previously mentioned, the apartment, here in Dubuque, landlord'd by Julie Lott & her father, Bob Mueller, saw a similar scene--We'll call both coincidence--where my trashed apartment with stolen/missing stuff, including one of my 1st pieces of gold jewelry from the people who used to be my parents, also saw the only room that went virtually untouched--my bedroom (other than the stolen bracelet that was laying on top of socks & lingerie in an open duffle bag in there)--receive a...head. A random Barbie doll head with no body laid perfectly just beyond the threshhold of my bedroom, when I returned to complete my move-out, after the door had been left wide open by the landlord/thief Kanndo/fix-it guys.

      This morning, a perfectly fine morning after a difficult past month being back in Dubuque and at Buffalo Wild Wings, dealing with & actually overturning?!! more bullying, bullshit stuff there, after literally just feeling like I couldn't do it anymore--life, that is--but somehow doing it, trying to get the St.Paul Police Department to do something with the rape report I filed upon my return, with the prompt help of Investigator Kate Avenarius, my friends in the Community-Oriented Police, who, as you may remember, also helped me to deal with being alive and bringing my landlord situation last & in the very beginning of this year, to an end, and an advocate from the Riverview Center, still lifting the Unemployment corruption with Kwik Stop and The Dubuque Community YM/YWCA/the System itself into District Court Review, now working with the Attorney General's Office of The State of Minnesota to get the racist old woman at Jule's Cleaners, JoAnn Carlson, who destroyed my yoga pants to own up, waiting on Judge Noel, also at Dubuque District Court, to DECIDE the Oct.17th case I returned here for from St.Paul, to bring Lott and Mueller to Justice, which has been overdue since Halloween, according to his own words on when he would send his Decision out...Anyway, similar to discovering my mail had been thrown out by Sarah-Mom and Sam-Dad & then having my only Marketing interview on the bleak landscape of nothingness destroyed by them, throwing me, like possessed demons, into Safe Strides Women's Shelter for getting upset about it, saying I said I'd burn down the house, which I didn't, but it worked for them to say I did, which I had to help bring down & shutter (Happy to assist), this morning, like I said, a fine day off from the restaurant after 6 days on, where Sam came & sat down with ME at the breakfast counter discussing life & the few details of my staying here that needed minor recognition to be pretty fine & dandy otherwise, turned into Sarah coming home again from somewhere, my getting up, at some point, & stating I'd like to buy the paper products for both bathrooms I use--WRONG thing to say!!! It was one lie, contradiction, & violent bullshit boulder thrown at me after another. It's not MY bathroom (even though she calls it that all the time, & even though, in my mind, it only used to be when it still felt like a place that was pure, before I was brutally attacked here on a daily basis). Etc. Etc. All of a sudden, my having my period is DISGUSTING--No one wants to look at my BLOODY TAMPONS. She needs it to be ready for guests, so I shouldn't even use the garbage or put anything on the counter. I'm starting to float away as I'm being told that I can only change my tampons in the BASEMENT (This is being yelled in the house, out loud, in front of everyone--again, because I'd offered to buy the tissues & the toilet paper). She can tell I'm trying to "weasel" into their house again when I come up & "hang out," like the destitute, worthless piece of Asian-American shit I am (not the bullied-out Executive--or "Ghandi" or "Jesus Christ"--especially because of them), in the morning and have COFFEE (even though she offers it & sometimes straight gives it to me). Tag team--I have no respect for them. I need to stay in the cage--I mean the basement!!! They were screaming & raging to the point where it was clear Sam was going to--What, Sam? Get up out of his chair & kill me? So I told them that's it's over. When she wasn't making faces at me (again), like the dumb, ugly, outcast kid on the playground, she responded, "Oh yeah--That's what you always say!"
      So today, I mean it. I'm looking into going to Seoul to finally find out who my "real" family is in June, however, now the original extension of hope about there being a way to fund the part we have to cover (This is a "scholarship"/V.I.P. thang), which is the airfare, now there's not. Or something. I'm thinking maybe then I can make connections to go & not come back. Since, as of today, I'm no longer the daughter of Sam & Sarah Schmelzer & will be really clear to everyone about that. I will not be participating in their family events. Aunts & cousins on this list, they were told to contact you and the person who used be my only sister, but I'm quite sure they didn't, to let you know. For your information, I'm happy to continue a relationship with you but with you as you, me as me. Please disseminate this information. Because I will be going by "Amy Jin." And Schmelzer--until I gain stellar representation or have the knowledge necessary to end this--likely in court--once and for all. Potentially find a new family??? LOL--W. T. F. I will, at that time, likely move my Middle Name to my First Name field legally and possibly choose a new Surname, if at all. And hold them accountable for devastating the part of my journey that they have, which is the root core of the worst times of my life on the planet.
      My hope is to continue to spread my Messages, tell my story to as many people as possible who may be instrumental in bringing the insanity I have seen, been tortured by, and held back by to a permanent end and so that it may empower people to grow strong in ending it within themselves and where it externally harms their own lives.
      Sam and Sarah will now be simply that. They tell me people continue to wonder "why I haven't left yet" and insinuate that there are still piece-of-shit cretins out there who would DARE utter a thing about me now, after everything this life has shown me, in the face of what I have given it--and I'm quite sure they're Roman Catholic hypocrites (from my upbringing?) or people without a God, other than their own insufficient egos, maybe who used to be the "friends and neighbors" that raised me, who are as ignorant and whole-heartedly racist as Adolf Hitler himself, but not a fraction as intelligent or charismatic. And I'm dead serious when I say that, after today, you can see me outside. I'm over teaching or telling or sharing anything, other than what Source God dictates & how, as minimally as possible where it doesn't overwhelmingly prosper me. I will not hesitate to physically or otherwise defend myself, my Mission, and the only pure people I know who are left or who exist, as always, now more than ever without hesitation. I HATE all of you out there who are split, fake, talk smack behind my back, SPAM instead of respond back to not receive these e-mails, or who have run, like fucking pussies, to the wretched pieces of shit now running "yoga studios" in this town--or any other I've lived in, who are feeding your egos and faking their power by stealing from the few rare of us who are actually Pure and Real. I will KILL you if you attempt to further destroy my life, thru the most powerful Gifts vested in me, as a direct descendent of the Light. You do not deserve to live. Your Darkness is already coming to eat you alive, if it's not already.
      Similarly, this E-Update List also dies tonite. My concerns have officially joined yours, but at my level, which is to focus primarily, & only, really, on one thing, which is my own health, due, including financial, & self-preservation. I am quite positive the real, non-Extended Family version is going, as well, but I haven't deleted it quite yet. If it does re-emerge, it will be when there are people who are all-around amazing enough to learn from what it is I do and represent and WHO CAN BE TRUSTED AND CAN STAY THE COURSE. One Doubting Thomas killed Jesus. I've had dozens.
      And I'm still here.

      Now, on to the rape. I promised I would say something about that, & it's not going to be as flowy poetic as the way I was going to say it, simply because I don't know that anyone out there's worth that time or talent spent. So I'll say--irony: I was going to put something up on the website during the John Miller (who's stalking--I mean "following"--www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com as we speak, on Google) to Brett Albarado (who's only 1/4 Mexican, by the way, depending on which day you talk to him--in case there was even a QUESTION about Race in this situation. I'm more Latina--by other people's kudos--than he is Hispanic. He, in fact, hated his own ancestry until I got a hold of him, after which he not only went to Mexico but started to engage more with other Hispanics without making crap out of his own people, looks like mostly because of my influence. His dad, who's the 1/2 Mexican aspect of Brett's bloodline, was obsessed with meeting me while I was in Red Wing--Never happened. Oddly, I think it bugged Brett that during the 1st phone conversation his dad finally was able to have with me, by his request, he told me about his ancestry, his experience with racial discrimination, cheered me on, told me he thought I was an outstanding person, from what he sensed, & that he totally understood what I've been thru--things he'd never even told his son. He was currently being racially bullied, at 70something? at the Christian camp where he was working in Maintenance, also, on a regular basis) to Grant LaRock's house(-)trek to evacuate Dubuque/Sam & Sarah which said, "Ladies, you don't owe them ANYTHING!!!"--which meant simply that.
      It never got put up, due to the phone/Internet-less trap of Mr.Albarado's residence, and the subsequent fight for my life in Minnesota.
      Then, all those conversations about the room he had for rent where, really, the only exposed weird thing Grant asked me during all the questions about what he sensed was happening to me "down there (meaning Red Wing)"/in general was "Are you tall?" It struck me as weird, but I said, "Yeah...Why." It wasn't a question. He straightened up right away. He revealed he had a Latina, now an Asian, fetish after we'd started talking nightly when I told him I needed to find a safe place to go from David Culver's house in Bay City (after evacuating Brett's eviction & subsequent taking & destruction of my things, stranding me in a foreign state--Need I say "WITHOUT A YOGA SHALA?!!!"), when things got instantly creepy there, as well, & even Grant was getting upset about it all the way up in St.Paul, "Is that guy trying to get in your business & even keep you from getting your phone calls?!!!?" (There was also conversation about, "You don't have 'friends' or a family that cares about any of this???"--& not just by Grant--for years now). It didn't matter. He may have told me on the way up to his looks-like-Brett's-but-a-house, maybe as he was trying not to panic when he noticed there was a cop following him hard, as we were leaving Red Wing, which struck me as strange, especially knowing his dad was a former one. Did this guy steal something recently? Something else? I was just happy to get the hell out of Red Wing/Bay City & the local law enforcement that looked happy to participate & tell me Brett was my boyfriend--not realizing I'd already thrown up my feet the 1st time they insinuated it, not actually SAID it. While they were bullying me, trying to fuck me up mentally. Would've worked if I couldn't see their souls marching straight to hell since those involved dared to look directly into my eyes when they were doing/saying it.
      The "spare room"--Another room which, legally, wasn't even a room since it really didn't have a real window--or something--that I arrived at at the butt crack of dawn, like I told him I didn't WANT to arrive at at his vampire hours was full of crap. He'd just lost another job but didn't bother moving stuff out of it & seemed kind of, like, perturbed but then impressed & surrendered to the laser beamness with which I cleared, cleaned, then moved myself into it, demanding a sheet for a door. "Why do you need a door?" "BeCAUSE."
      Invitations to sleep with him were then not even invitations but "like DUH's" that I just shook my head at as I set up my monk's cave. "There's a bed in here. It's the only place to watch TV..."
      The guy was doing something that evoked the amazement & honor out of me that some of you do--or did--my practitioners & other genuinely good people. He was helping to save my life. And keep me from returning to every other place that had tried to smote me out previously, including Dubuque/Iowa/whereverland. So when he kept trying to playfully make moves on me in passing in his house or made comments about whatever--body, looks, sexiness, blahblahblah...I'd toss him the football back in terms of diverting the energy but keeping it cool between us, making it clear I loved my Path, & that's why I was there, & that I wasn't really attracted to him that way.
      Was it one of the 1st nights I was there? I took a break & trusted him to watch the News, which I missed from home, in his "living room" bedroom, conveniently, where he kept the only TV set up, even though there was another one in the living room where I did my practice every day (not set up or welcome 2 be). It was either that night or the night of the rape exactly a week later, since it was premeditated, on September 19th, my former sister's birthday & Wedding Anniversary both (more sick irony) that he asked if I wanted to help him polish off a bottle of Merlot? that he was trying to get rid of. (Kate,) it was that night. Pretty sure now. I was very quietly aware of all the possibilities in his asking & in terms of implications. It was late, I was in crisis, he was heavily attracted to me, I was already fending off physical unwanted advances during the day...but he was acting hands-off now, & the mood felt light & friendly & adult & almost professional. He made a comment about how I "looked nice" & always looked classy, dressed up--how he didn't. I told him I didn't really drink, but since he was a Bartender who was tied into some pretty awesome places in the Twin Cities, & he may be instrumental in even helping me secure income in Food/Beverage, I was like, "All right--I'll try a glass to see what it's like--What kind is it?" Friendly conversation over the state of the world turned, after I'd put my glass down, into his picking me up like a child, & throwing me back (No: 'on') onto his bed. I thought it was kind of funny. I saw him as being like my older brother, which I'd thought for a long time now would've been nice to have, since he was 5 years(?) older than I was, who kind of looked like Adam Levine when he didn't look like a really, really bad version of himself, most days. He started telling me about how hot I was, what he wanted to do to me, tried kissing me, taking articles of clothes off. I kept putting them back on & tried to figure out if it was a situation worth totally excusing myself from or just a wrestling match that would end up with both of us laughing & becoming best friends.
      He ended up doing a number of things to me that I was half into but that he was working, with every intent, to break down my resistances on. I could tell that if I was going to stay there, and this sudden redirection of intention (Original: roommates, friends who could help each other, finally same generation, help ea. other find work--Now: ???) was going to persist, I was going to have to figure out what to do--and before Fall turned to Winter. That awareness was already there upon arrival. I realized I was still in "danger." I said something like, "All right. I can tell what you want...and let's do that once. And then, that's it. You keep your promise, help me get my life back, help me get my Movement up & running, like you said you wanted to, & I'll let you have what you want. Once. And after that, we will not be physically involved whatsoever, ever again. Just rolldogs or just cool. That's all." A look of dread spread over his face, "WHaaaAAT??? NO WAY! I wouldn't just want to do that with you once. There's no way." Exact answer I knew would come out of him. "O-kay, then, so then this is it. That's it. Done deal."
      When physical advances became more annoying & hardcore around his house, I started not even stopping in to peek at the News, every so often, & made sure to retreat to my now-forted room relatively early, despite constant invitations made purposefully innocent to watch "Jimmy Fallon" or whatever--a movie.
      The night I gave him the previously mentioned ultimatum, he kept talking about, "I don't want to rush into this with you--" "What's 'this?'" I kept asking. He just proceeded to talk out loud, as if I wasn't there, "In one week. I'm going to--(whatever he said indicating sexual intercourse)." I was like, "Uh, I don't think so. No."
      He's learning more about me, my practice, is somewhat honoring of it, has a great hardwood floor. He's a total asshole in so many ways that most, if not all, guys AND people in my life have not been--much less in regard to "helping" someone in my situation. Whatever. He's not anything to me other than someone who's at least allowed me to stay in Minnesota & try & find work. I minded my own business. Watched as his life got better around me, mainly because I was helping that along in both presence and active assistance.
      And so was mine in that I found (almost) full-time work, as he foretold, before he did (& never did).
      On Friday night, I may have procured the job at SAKANA Sushi & Asian Bistro (I had to kind of do that behind his back) by then, I was in my own zone, doing whatever in my room. When he came back from the 1 or 2 shifts he finally started securing with D'Amico Catering, or wherever he'd been, it vaguely crossed my mind that the night was the night he'd said he was going to whatever with me. I heard him shower, run around lighting candles. I kind of smiled & rolled my eyes, almost from a cloud, looking down on him. Thru my fort door, he was like, "Hey, you should--(whatever was on TV, or whatever he was trying to get me to do in his room)." I probably responded I was good but ended up going in there to see whatever he was talking about later, feeling safe enough, at the time, to sit on the end of his bed to do so since he was still running around between the bathroom & his room & whatever--the kitchen--doing whatever.
      AND, as out of the blue as the 1st thing had been, I was grabbed & pushed/thrown back on his bed, but this time, the tone was different. He took off his robe, which revealed he only had on boxers. His nipples were pierced. He had tattoos. Of the marathons he had run. His daughter's name. I was like, "What the @$#%@#%?!!!" I'm trying to read tattoos & understand who this fella was, while grabbing onto the back of my bra, while saying, "HEY!"--at first, kind of just frustrated, but then on the verge of angry. It turned into an athletic wrestling match similar to the 1st night but more intense. I could see in his eyes that I wasn't even there, to him. My body was. And he was on a Mission that I didn't want to be a part of.
      This is kind of stupid--how it happened. Which is that my back was pushed against a wall when, with forearms & elbows & pinning me, then tossing me when I'd change position to try & pull something back on or reach for something else, I thought I found an escape route, which I was definitely starting to decide I needed to start looking for. I didn't think he would try to force himself on me, but he'd already stuck his hands & his fingers everywhere possible to literally make it impossible for me to leave, & when I realized it would be violence to not absorb or surrender to it to some extent (meaning there would be blood when there didn't need to be), my body actually responded to his strong desire to make me enjoy what he was doing so I'd want more of it. He was laying on his back between me & the door & had just tossed the skirt--or my top--across the room, towards wall with the door into the hallway on it. So I headed quickly after it, attempting to crawl over him, assuming he'd just let me go when he could clearly see that I didn't want to be participating at all. Instead, as I attempted to cross over him, he took my hips, kind of pulling them more directly over his & me more directly over him, & BOOM! He pulled me down onto him in a direct hit, and I was like, "NO #$@#$%ing WAY." He's just forced me down onto him in what was maybe several thrusts. He ejaculates. No condom. Wrecking my perfect, clean sex, one way or another, record, and by choice, when it occured. David Culver & his friends had simply called me abstinent. I'd been assaulted, or come at far too aggressively, both, in recent years, but this?!
      I'll cut to the chase. I laid back. He could see the disbelief on my face. And then, get this, he goes, "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet! You're SO hot...I'll be right back!" Something like that. I stared at the ceiling, "I just got raped."
      Swimming in a sea of energy, building building building. Did not have emotions but required decision. I wanted to die. I gave up on everything then. I was too high to even judge him. Just remembered feeling he was a sick, sick, heartless, LOW being who did not know, would never know Love. And I did. And always had. I shouldn't have told him in some of our earlier conversations I could make myself climax with the power of my mind, alone, using no thought and without physical stimulation. I meant to indicate I didn't need him--or even sex--because I had transcended both. Instead, perhaps, it enticed him to rape me & tap into that. Literally. I was just trying to teach him that there are greater powers in the world, & within our vehicles, than what he currently understood.
      I decided if I was going to die, I would go out Loving. So when he came back, I participated--kind of--because I wanted to say, in my mind, that I was choosing to get something good out of it, which was to use touch and that kind of interaction in a way which came from purity, Source Love, and the fire of a woman at choice.
      And it continued to build, until maybe the next day--or the next time it occurred, relatively soon.
      And so I f**ked his brains out, basically.
      And, then, he was the one laying there, on his back, not saying anything. Until his next-door neighbor, Khan, came by, wanting to kill him (and rightfully so) again, for doing criminal trespass creative landscaping on his and the other next-door neighbors' yards, in the dark, at night, and they figured out it was him, and he'd been hiding from them ever since, which I'd already helped diffuse when I first got there (They were all African-American, & it was openly discussed there was racial tension in what had happened). So I got up, ran my fingers thru my hair, & went to the door, "Hi, Khan--What's up?" He was freaking. I said I was on his side & to not worry--Grant had already conceded what he'd done was wrong. He has a MAJOR issue with boundaries, though, I said, & I would encourage him to talk to him (Khan) directly about what had happened.
      Done.
      I went back & plopped down next to Grant, who was still staring at the ceiling. The mood was completely different. He was all about neurotic obsessing about the neighbor situation.
      I was in danger.
      Upon danger.
      Upon danger.
      And had finally escaped, my body still unscathed. To his house.
      And he used being younger & barely better looking than all the others to rape me.
      So I said this, "Now, I'm going to say what needs to be said, and things are going to be very different."
      "Huh--What??"
      "We're here right now because YOU. RAPED. ME."
      My voice got louder, and decision to love, with my heart screaming bloody murder turned to booming anger, "What needs to happen is you need to speak to someone about why you're an Asian female predator. I don't know who or how many people--I hope to God there are none or not many--you've done this sort of thing to before. And look at why someone who could, potentially, have a lot to give in terms of everything from looks to intellectual capability to simply being a good person, would need to get laid by forcing himself on someone." After I finished my Lesson for the day, I admonished him from touching another woman of my Race ever again, got up, & said, "You're never going to touch me again." It might've been directly after--or within 24 hours--that I strongly encouraged him to crunch some numbers and let me know what he might want me to contribute monetarily to being there to keep everything crystal clear.
      It's clear he didn't do that--and because the unspoken thing on the tip of his tongue he kept not saying eventually also disappeared, which was, couldn't he continue to destroy everything that was sacred, rather than charge me Rent?
      That's when the Thai girl he'd been talking to online showed up--He wasn't going to "do anything with her" (but she would be sleeping with him in the same bed I'd just told him he'd raped me in a day or so before)--out a nanny job, needing a place to stay, also now illegal, despite my now physical screams of bloody murder that that NOT OCCUR. U all know how that went down. At least my e- pushed her out after 2 days, instead of several.
      Ladies, if they want you, and you don't want them, even with your conviction alone, no matter what your body, or even your head says, & they take it, that's. Called. RAPE.
      The one thing the Owner of SAKANA S & AB did (who was maybe 26?, give or take a couple years?), when everyone there found out about what'd happened, & they were trying to see about my moving into the "SAKANA house" because of it, when I told him about how I'd handled it, was he just looked me in the eyes with gentle strength & said, "Yes--Just see it as a one night stand." Then he truly comforted me with the silence that followed...when we were both present to the knowing that nothing in the world could make it that, even if we both wanted it to be.
      Just like all those jobs & places I've been attacked or discriminated out of. Including the only family I have ever known.
      And, because of that, everyone, that's all she wrote.

Amy Jin

A Physical Example Of The Current Level Of Yoga In The United States Of America
***Images of the Stalker Candles in Brett Albarado's Apartment That Were of Both Voodoo(, Not Power Yoga) & Obsessed Fan Nature--With My Name "+," Unfortunately, His On Them. Ironically, Just Like The Red Wing Bluff I'd Asked About, Coming Into Town***
On Finding These While Brushing My Teeth At Brett Albarado's House, While I Was There To, From What I Was Told, Open Up My First Spiritual/Power Yoga Shala: The Only Thing Worse Than The Feeling Of Being Forced To Run For Your Life Is Discovering That The Safe Place You Find, After U Have No More Energy Left To Run, Is Actually A Trap
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Amy Jin Schmelzer
"Every soul comes to give something to a generation, and every generation has a soul purpose. What have U come to show? What will the legacy of your generation be?"
www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com
***Headshot Image of Me Standing in the Kitchen in Asbury***

Note: Though questionable at the outset, with definite signs of concern noticed by me within their ranks, since, as alluded to or mentioned in past writings or details on this website, I want to mention that my trust in and friendship with Captain Kevin Klein and his connections within the Force helped me to connect with St.Paul and Law Enforcement there to file the report, once I had reached some kind of safety back in Dubuque, at the time. I felt that their help, as well as the involvement of Investigator Avenarius and the Riverview Center, was efficient and lacking in superfluousness. There are other officers and 1st Responders, also, though less common, whom I have met on this journey who have also impressed me in various attributes valuable to Love Yoga: The Movement and my personal standards of excellence. For the professional love, witness, and wisdom they have shown, beyond the cliched ideas of what makes, e.g., "a good cop," gratitude & eternal protection. May you find a way to teach & spread your amazingness.

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Enjoying The Popcorn.

Prasarita Padottanasana - (Spread-Legged Forward Fold Position)

Prasarita Padottanasana - (Spread-Legged Forward Fold Position)
The Shell-Toed, Park Bench Ad-Lib

Tryst

Sometimes u got me feelin' like feelin' like I's high as high as a kite. Sometimes I's feelin' like sticky licky fingers in a can o' peanut butter and u gotta know better than this.

To take advantage of me's a tryst. U's usin' me 4 her. Her *****, her calm. It's the smile in my demeanor. I got u figured out.

I can't begin to tell u how to move, how to make it betta. Her personality's vexing--sure 'nuff is--& I think it's time u made her your world, or for once,
u gonna get kicked to the curb.

Now's the time for feelin' good. How 'bout u say what u feel(in').

I want you. That's what the point is. As piercing as it might be, you can feel it in your heart, can't u, Boo? Pretty ain't as pretty when it's covered in the aftershocks of your hos/fire and ice. In your head. Your jones for her, instead. Your moans. Emotions can't be played with when they's locked up in your head.

Here's the big picture: U want her, go get her. Feel me? Have no fear, & do it. Go get her. Be a prisoner no more. I tell u, it ain't worth fear. The shark underwater. The fierce pirate's been stealin' your loot, & it's u. Why u bein' severe about it? Pressure-free. Feel u? Feel me?

Peace.

How can u say it ain't a peace thang. Your life's been tied down to nothing-ness since the day u met her. U don't sweat her. There. There's the matrimony. Dutifully. Please believe. In yourself. For once. Go and get her.

A-men. There's the prayer part of you. Puttin' it out there slow enough for truth-tellers to command something new. U think, like a messenger, it ain't ancient teachings I was sent to you? Put u in your new place, space for makin' a blazing choice. A "hi" "how u doin'" half a million dollar smile might work nice.

Best be spendin' those pennies. I like to see you spendin'. Prisoner no more, we've done better, I'm sure. At least u got to steppin' those feet in the right direction. And can't any diversion keep those feet from crossin' the threshhold to the new me, the new u.

Free at last. Free at last.

Thank Goddess & Buddha I'm libertad'd from u. You hunk a' monkey bread. Junkin' me up instead of practicin' what u got. It's sweet love. Sweetness and freedom that's been sent from above. Dios. Thank Dios. Apprecios mi pretty prose so at last I can feel my emptiness.

You got it. A prophet.

A harnesser.

A tryst.

It's over. Be at peace now.

We's complete.

U'r on your path.

And I worship you no more. Nirvana.

Me. So free. I'm back in paradise.

-Amy Jin
(This piece was written as an expression of both understanding other women's perspectives & offering them a higher option.)

Word Up.

Word Up.

The Not-Lost Souls: The Practitioners Of Love Yoga: The Movement

Teacher's Pets From The Journey: 2005 To Present--(Location In Parens Is Where They Powered Up The Power Yoga)

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(Just so you know--)Sarah Ann (Tauke) Schmelzer (Dubuque, Iowa, the woman who used to be my mother every day, even when she didn't feel like being it)

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Jason DeGraff (Kansas City, Missouri)--S/August 20th,2016: Our Piano Bar G-Eazy Ashtangi? LOL

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Alex Pryor (Center) (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Quan Tracy Cherry (L) & Cliff Mackey (R) (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Boyna Bear (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Osage, Creek, Choctaw, and German

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Sara Brown (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Kamille (& Pearson) Konold (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Lindsay Bruno (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Hilary Bailey (Kansas City, Missouri)

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John Mueller (Kansas City, Missouri, when in town performing from Los Angeles, California)

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Katie Garcia (Overland Park, Kansas)

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Todd Morgan (Overland Park, Kansas)

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Darrin Allen (Kansas City, Missouri)

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Frank Bonacci (Chicago [Schiller Park], Illinois)

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Talya (& Dean) Yahav (Dubuque, Iowa, now back home in Israel!)

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Heather Kemp (Dubuque, Iowa)

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(She really is part Cherokee, tho').

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Kelli Edwards (Peosta, Iowa)

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Zakh Ward (Z.W.) (Dubuque, Iowa)

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(The NorWEEEEEEI-gan In) The Wartburg College Black Student Union (Pre-2010)!

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(My Cousin,) Andy Tauke (Dubuqueland, Iowa, when in town visiting from Burbank, California)...and my kid sister, Angie(/Angela) (Schmelzer) Steffen (Dubuque, Iowa City, Waterloo, or Cedar Falls, IA, at the time?), who randomly broke out into asana when she came to Maya Yoga to do a photo shoot one time. I kind of didn't know what to think about that, but she followed in my footsteps, including to Holistic Healing school, before becoming a Pharm.D., due to parental controls. How could she not, I suppose?

Discovering The PC Cam: (11.7.2016: From Being Held Hostage & Trafficked? By 1 Of My Backers?!!)

Discovering The PC Cam: (11.7.2016: From Being Held Hostage & Trafficked? By 1 Of My Backers?!!)
(See My Writing On Brett Albarado & Jeannie Madison, Out Of Red Wing, Minnesota, 2014, In The Writings Above!)

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F/July 18.2014

F/July 18.2014
(And My Personal Favorite--The "Miss Universe" Wave)--If Only All Encounters With PC Cams In Our World Were This Pure.

Waiting In The Wings--S.W.A.T. Love, Y'All!

Waiting In The Wings--S.W.A.T. Love, Y'All!
Pretty Princess Rachel Photog'ing Me At Kohl's Department Stores, Inc. on Halloween 2016!, Dubuque, IA!, M/10.31.2016!

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The One True Mirror Is The Depth & Truth Within.

When I Left Everything I Knew, I Did What I Knew I Needed 2 Do--I Purified (Asana, Pranayama, Tapas), Knew & Further Studied Myself (Svadhyaya), & Surrendered My Being & Existence To Source (Ishvara Pranidhana--My Favorite). I Was Brought To Ashtanga, To Yoga, To See That What I Had Identified As Being Responsible For Inner-To-External Freedom Was Not Only Teachable But An Ancient, All-Encompassing Wisdom Tradition. I Said To Source, "I'm In."

Eka Pada Raja Kapotasana - (King Pigeon Pose)

Eka Pada Raja Kapotasana - (King Pigeon Pose)
Blow Your Own Mind. Belief Is Everything.