The Treasure Is Within.

      To the countrymen and women I have not yet met & the beautiful peoples of Asia: Do not participate in warring over petty opportunities that lie upon treasured islands. You destroy Asian beauty and make the world suffer over Asian beauty that has no will or ability to consciously evolve. Allow it to be.
      Is it impossible to share, instead?
Note: Kim Jong Un. Is a young leader. I notice that when he does something kind, such as extend condolences to the young who perished in the waters near Jeju, it is vaguely mentioned by news media here, except in some remote location of small print in lesser traveled channels, at best.
      When he does, I can feel myself fully. It is further proof that the nations of North and South would bring Heaven to Earth in naturally and rightly unifying.
      I am not against standing up to dictatorial power that attempts to play God. I do find interesting what appears to be men playing childish bullying games, placing nations and the world in peril, because they do not yet know God.
      I am interested to know if what I lead has to do with the United States of America being now under a mountain of karma. I wonder if, much of the time, we are not doing what's right, even in 2014, but simply taking sides, based on our own interests, not what is heroic materially, much less spiritually elite or even important. I cannot help but wonder if it is because this nation is downward spiraling into the echelons of reality now held by those it serves to "help" because it is not One, casts out its true elite, and continues to condone the pursuit of the identity it is accused of having by those who disdain or hate it--the shadow sides of men pursuing freedom in the material without fostering a lifelong connection to God first.
      Purity does not require intelligence, but I'll tell you this--It would rather return to Source before abandoning itself.
      A billionfold better to go down pure without issue than to cast away one's innocence and fight for even a breath of life with one's evil motivations, which should've long ago been consciously turned over to the Light within. Let your lungs be used for breathing and singing, your bright white anger used to boldly declare the Truth--to shield in decibels the pure and the innocent, instead of your own wrongs.
      We are not One yet because the time has not come when our leader reveals that the One experience of God, and country, is not about religion, or the empirical sans reverence to that Love, so much as the feelings within ourselves.
      To all of the Earth's peoples: The treasure is within.

*+Always Ahead Of The Game-TH/April 17.2014--A.J.S. & Love Yoga: The Movement*

Again...from the feel-like-E-Updating-everybody E-Update flow...I go with my own adaptation of what I learned in school, which is that repetition breeds familiarity, which breeds confidence, which breeds learning, so I hope for all of you that have read this entire website (multiple times--HAAA!!!, including the archives) from bottom up, new windows & doors have begun opening--if nothing else, about what's been right, what's been wrong, & what that makes the obvious next choices for U. My love to you for considering & choosing to evolve yourself consciously via Love.

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The Answer To The Real Housing Crisis

      ...and the aftermath of everyone losing their actual houses is just a part of that.
      I'm talking about all of the people younger than me on multiple drugs & food stamps with college debt up to their eyeballs (if they're lucky) shacking up with one another strictly as a matter of survival, all of which adds high-level and needless stress & "drama" to more workplaces than I can count, as well as people my age & older who have no idea how they ended up needing a "home" when they've made all the right decisions & have never done anything wrong to end up there.
      Share your good ideas as you go. Like the ABC/Disney Studios interview I talked myself out of while I was there in 2006 but potentially was a or the reason that they added Medical & Dental benefits to the talent program at hand a year or two later, when I was thrown out into the cold by my adoptive family for the nth time in 2012--but this time with literally no place to go or any sign of income or teaching sites in sight--I had to think fast & use all of the wisdom & experience I had under me to figure out the best course of action.
      As many of you know, I made my work understanding the current "housing" layout of the entire area, from every shelter in town, what its culture was, if it was gender-specific & why to rentals, "corporate" housing, roommates, house shares, subsidized housing (how both the City & County program worked--& how YEARS LONG the line already was!!!), who the landlords were, what their background was, how buying a condo/house here worked, etc.etc.etc., including 3rd-party holders of such information, such as the Housing Department for The City Of Dubuque, the Greater Dubuque Development Corporation, & every website & newspaper who held relevant information.
      Clearly, I was a special case. I was a Spiritual Teacher without a "church" or "people," yet, so to speak--or with scattered & in-difficult-situations-themselves people or with people, when push came to shove--and it had--really just didn't want to do anything to help. Let's be honest. I started moving on inspiration based on my "urban monk"-ness & made contact with just about every monastery, convent, and retreat center in town, regardless of spiritual tradition, & received everything from scathing reception from the religion of my upbringing (It is always fun being somewhat undercover) to, "What are you asking?!" to "We'll pray for you!!!"
      I was clear I needed a "sacred space" from which to live, practice asana & meditate, & to try to find & then go back & forth from, as home, wherever I earned $$$, preferably doing my Work. Period.
      At times, I could tell certain demographics were inhibitors to being "in," although I will say that one of the best conversations I had was with the guy who was running one of the Catholic MEN'S Shelters downtown the night I called, & I honestly felt he considered whether I might be able to stay there without issue, despite my gender. I smiled & let the idea fall away, but he encouraged me to come down & meet all of them & maybe just hang out in social time sometime. I never did that. The journey took me elsewhere, but I didn't feel anything but purity about the interaction.
      Something I was telling EVERYBODY, though, as I went was not just my story & what I was looking to do but potential solutions to the housing problem & lack of places for both post-Recession Dubuquers & those who were without before!--namely all the well-off empty nesters to think about renting or simply GETTING ON BOARD & helping people out as their intuition struck them, including their own family members (I must note that I have run into former classmates & other people who, for instance, literally went to live at a homeless shelter in Chicago or wherever they were living, rather than A.) come back to Dubuque &/or B.) have anything to do with their own families, especially in that level of closeness)!!! This assumed, though, that A.) people of that demographic even cared about anyone but themselves, B.) they were equipped to help, & I don't just mean financially, & C.) that they were as in tune with Spirit and their own intuition to keep any kind of balance or harmony & mutual honor & respect in the house--not fear, not thinking, not prejudice or jumping ahead of things or violence, God forbid--as they needed to be.
      That's a lot of potential training, including Intercultural Competency Leadership Training, but perhaps this is why this is all happening. *Animated Image Of Earth Smiling*
      And by the way, when I took off across the country after writing my book in 2003, I had spoken a lot about this already. I mean, what I saw coming in this country, impacting all industries and people, was simple cause & effect. Other people called it "high channeling" & prophecy, since, apparently, it was being corroborated with a number of prophecies across spiritual and other traditions, including many Christian denominations, but to me, it was pretty obvious what we were going to get if we kept putting certain pennies in the sucky gumball machine.
      Here we are (For those who care about more than just the reality of their own huge, myopic ego). And, interestingly, running along the same lines as the Baby Boomer empty nester guest room/one of their kids' rooms (assuming it's also all right with said kid, no matter how old they are!), is something that was finding me EVERYWHERE I went after I left on that cross-country journey, at that time, which is communal living. People, information--past, present, & future. Experiences. How important it could potentially be. How clear that was to peoples, for instance, from Asia, Africa, villages in Europe, or in tune with Native American traditions & truth, already. I mean, doesn't dealing with the karma of humanity seem perfectly on point when the generation that spawned ideas such as communes & "Free Love" & not selling out to "The Man" & the Civil Rights Movement come back to EXACTLY that generation to see if they've REALLY kept their part of the bargain up with God in terms of serving their generational purpose?
      Or are they literally running around in now-bigoted & wretched little circles poo-poo'ing on their own children as the results of their collective scandals, corruption, sins, & decisions have put the Earth & their kids' context in jeopardy & literally going to pot? Talk about letting the dark side of what they stood for be the only thing left standing (& attempting a bold takeover).
      So to those who just received the REAL E-Update where I mentioned the cool guy (Tip: Last name begins with "Mc") in Intercultural Competency Leadership Training who approached me on a break about really liking the things I was saying & sharing some insight that I might find valuable about Dubuqueland's history, as another native Dubuquer, he's on the front page of the Telegraph Herald today, so I'll reveal his identity!--Mike McFarland--someone also ahead of the game, who was doing "Angel Rooms" for people needing a safe place to land, years ago.

      For those who saw my caption that was briefly on the website in the Zakh Ward & I 4th of July photo booth series of images that was out there for a while about "I Invented The Selfie, & Now It Has A Stupid Name," the instance came to me the other day:
      I'm in, like, 7th grade, & my friend, Nicole, who has the best parties because her mom is known as the creative engine behind it & does it big, has this party--There may have even been cute boys there, at this point, who I think came & "crashed" the party in a seemingly disruptive but pleasant surprise!--& I'm sitting alone, after having shot some images of what was going on with 1 of the multiple Polaraids & normal cameras (not phones) present, on a picnic table when it occurs to me to turn the camera around & see if I can accurately frame my own head & shoot myself.
      Everyone's like, "Oh my GODDD--What are you DOING?!!!" But since I was known to have clothes everybody liked & to the best dancer, without caring if I was the best dancer, people were kind of 1/2 chiding me, 1/2 kind of jealous they didn't think of it first, if it ended up being cool. I just shrugged, & it turned out, & I remember looking at myself, not how people saw me but how, essentially, I was seeing me. And, for one of the first times, I was like, "Hmm. I'm really pretty." I did that off & on--later with a best friend or my boyfriend--until--What?!--2 decades later it's all of a sudden SOMETHING?!
      So, I'll simply say that I started looking at myself, as a person, & trying to find the truth there, & evolving myself consciously in the direction of Universal Wisdom & Source God probably a handful of years after that initial "selfie" experience, so...WHERE IS EVERYBODY ELSE IN FOLLOWING SUIT?!!

      Who's really running this show, anyway?

This Is Obviously Not A "Selfie."

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This Is Someone Taking A Picture Of Me Unbeknownst 2 Me With A Digital Camera Of Me Preparing 2 Eat An All-Natural, Fresh-Ingredient, Not-Oversized Bean Burrito After An All-Day, Raw, Urban Power Yoga Photo Shoot In The Hot Arse Phoenix Sun, Oftentimes On Hot-As-Hell Pavement. And, Yes, I Drank A Half Lite Arnold Palmer, 1/4 Diet Coca-Cola, 1/4 Cherry Coke Kids' Drink Because I Felt Like It.

So There.

Peace Without Rugs

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"True peace is never accomplished with shadiness, shirking responsibility, or shoving anything under a rug. Rugs are best left for (Ashtanga-based/Santa Monica) Power Yoga practice." -Amy Jin

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On That Ferry--

Somebody over there's got a problem cuz I'm having a hard time buying the ocean's just sucking up masses of Asian peoples all at once cuz it's hungry. If the Captain was a good Captain, you'd think once the Titanic started tipping over, said person'd be like, "Get out of bed, and RUNNNN, Forrest, RUNNNNNNN!!!!!" And using the Asian telepathic wavelength, those HUNDREDS of Korean peoples would take OFF for the side headed up in the air & do whatever was necessary to jump for the ocean & hang on to whatever was solid for dear life, taking a chance on hypothermia in the water.

And you KNOW that there have to be some who are like me & might be able to, say, hold on & then have multiple people hang on to said person because said person has that gift of inner translated to outer strength in such emergencies. Or SOMETHING. I mean, most of these people are older teenagers. Don't they have P.E. class??? Do they not prepare their bodies as much as their minds for having to run for cover, as necessary, or tread water or fight for their lives in a case such as stupid arse Captains who don't tell you to put down your morning fruit & coffee and RUNNNNNN???? & jump ship?!!!

Find them all, South Korea.

Hey, LaAAAA-DIES!

To all y'all beautiful, PERFECT, & perfectly existing women out there, tell 'em that GODDESSES don't fit on the top of TROPHIES.

And to the feminine efforting in the direction of the Divine, WITCHES don't stand a CHANCE against one, either...No, really. They don't.

God-Forsaken Ferry.

Not a whole lot more to say than that--on that.

Source, The Planet, The People: Save The Earth & Your U Sphere

Reduce, reuse (where applicable), & recycle (Soiled items that cannot be properly cleaned by most municipalities' recycling standards, or that have had, for instance, food in them directly, are trash, Pizza Box Joe or Jane). Recycle your cell phones. They are now creating 19,500 tons of trash every year, and 1 improperly disposed of phone can contaminate 132,000 liters of water. I don't have the credits on those stats, so you're just going to have to e-mail me about who to ask for this newsletter (I have in front of me)...Also, if you are able to make yourself available to stream "Ann Curry Reports: Our Year of Extremes: Did Climate Change Just Hit Home?" please do. It showed on the 6th at 6:00P(CST) on NBC. Try to get away from your technology, though. Especially if it's known for overseas slave labor and abuses--Shame on the co. and its users in this country. Remember this country's outrage over NIKE? Are you serious??? This has been, like, 10x worse, & it's more shoving under that miraculous rug known as our landfill mountain, full of cell phones & PETE #1 & 2 plastics.

A P.S. To "It's Not Anti-Yoga, At This Point. It's Anti-World: Rainbo Oil/Kwik Stop/Dairy Queen/Fazoli's (Still Dubuque, IA)" Below

As a side, Asburians and "Westside" peops (Everything went wrong when the signs saying "Westside," etc. started going up), during one early conversation in my employment there, before he could be hit by "Dee" the Food Manager's stares equivalent to constant 'bowing to shut up, when he'd already revealed his own lack of leadership & business acumen/understanding of hierarchy, namely in relationship to mine, in front of others, he then continued & informed me that this was, in fact, the "rich, snobby neighborhood." De(A or a)nna is a few years younger than me & dropped out of Central, & I left for Chicago on a full-ride at the top of my class from Wahlert H.S. Will is barely out of UD's Physical Fitness School with, possibly, some Business coursework, from East St.Louis. At least she mentioned in the conversation between the 3 of us that ensued that few people like me would ever come back, especially with the unconditional love attitude I have about this area & my hometown, especially after everything that has been done in my regard. Anyway, I said, "This IS my neighborhood, Will"--I told him I grew up just around the corner & just stood there. Hmm...yeah. No record had to screech off the player. The silence was bad enough.

Own Your Soul--Words Of Wisdom For Today, Infinity, & Beyond:

-The soul is a series of choices, including motivations, both seen and unseen, regardless of result, as seen by Source, or God. What would you do if you tried to become master of that domain, and nothing else, allowing all else to be what it will be?

-Own and love yourself, from roots to crown. Your soul has origins that trace back to the stars, and has traveled through this world through civilization, the history of all that has existed, and expresses, now, through your genes, inner make-up, outward appearance, and tendencies. Direct all of that Force, which is you, with honor, love, and as though you are a diplomat of what you represent, trying to represent that perfectly, honest and realistic about your limitations and infinite potentials, and you will help us all, regardless of our current national or global organization.

-All of those old adages are true, but rather than admire them or use them in your Signature, you should be fortifying the quality of your person by asking yourself to live them.

-Be careful, those without proper boundaries: Somehow my being your "inspiration" feels like complete identity theft. I hope I'm not the only one noticing. There's nothing more nightmarish than someone who actually wants to BE you doing such a convincing job that you get pushed out of your job so that person can steal the limelight, which is precisely what he/she was going for. Especially due to illegality or discrimination against you. Bottom line: They'd rather have a "you" that was, say, Caucasian...and EVERYBODY'S chippin' in! Just speaking from direct experience (Yawwwwwn).

-Prayers are best for people who would like to receive them, not as energetic weights laid upon those who move swiftly and beautifully within other languages of God. If you do pray for those who are not primarily Christian/part of traditions that communicate Diviniely thru prayer, ask for or affirm something UNIVERSAL and WISE, such as trust that God is bringing forth that being's highest Good, in accordance with their Purpose, their nature, and their SOUL. Why do you use your prayer to project your own anxieties, anger, bigotry, or ignorance onto another, as though you are the Source, not God Him, Her, or Itself? Pray for the Truth--and then you have a responsibility for becoming It, don't you think?

-People weren't intended to look like Disney's next mock-up of an "evil, wicked witch," and that's just how FAR too many self-described "Christians" look when talking about other pathways to God. My conclusion: They just want to be loved. And, clearly, given their level of base ignorance & eagerness to believe that God is that impotent & like a ginormous Klansman, no one else would. Somehow, I think a real Christian has come to the point that I have, which is being free. Free to love. And after that, Ick-meisters will do what they will do. And the ones worth helping are the ones who self-correct, and whatever they choose, their self-improvement subsequently reduces your suffering, as a direct bounce-off of how they've realized something that made them reduce their own. Now, that's God Power. How do we inspire THAT. It's not a question.

Peace 2 Your New Year, Love Yoga: The Movement!

Didn't publish on New Year's Eve, but nevertheless--"According to this Atomic Clock, approximately 2 years & 18+ minutes ago, I rode into the garage of this exact house from a pretty direct ride back from Phoenix thinking, 'It's New Year's Eve...And I'm in Dubuque, Iowa?!?!!'"

It's Not Anti-Yoga, At This Point. It's Anti-World: Rainbo Oil/Kwik Stop/Dairy Queen/Fazoli's (Still Dubuque, IA)

Minorities, none of us are safe as long as this company is open for business--but most of you already know that. And, U know, they wonder why people "look down on them from the bluff..." (A reference to the poor & their feeling on how they're treated by the wealthy in town, many of whom, at least historically, have literally lived on the beautiful limestone bluffs that overlook downtown Dubuque). Maybe it's because you're still trash. And it just happens to be that you're also poor, but that has nothing to do with it (Final edits included for this piece on this worldwide source of Light and no-holds-barred truth for our world today--especially since you can't see the colors mentioned in the forwards below): Subject: Illegal Termination Of Amy Jin Schmelzer #(I've Lost Count) In The United States Date: 3/24/2014 6:28:37 P.M. Central Daylight Time Do not go there. Do not send anyone to work there. Rainbo Oil/Kwik Stop/Dairy Queen/Soon to be Fazoli's pushed me to make it down to Corporate today to start a CORPORATE-level bullying session by Jill Reimer herself, stating that "no one" talks to their managers in a confrontational way, even if it means you're a grossly overqualified corporate person in an organization whose I.Q. is too low to do anything better with you, and you're being blatantly bullied &/or discriminated against to your face. My response is that, as a minority woman, "no one" talks to me the way I was being talked to, making groundless attacks on my character for something that happens in Kwik Stops each and every day--and to people who have worked there longer than several weeks at barely part-time (Lots of voices within Kwik Stop are quick to bash the President, blaming him for that, rather than their completely ill-run ship & small-town small-mindedness). If Dubuque is trying to maintain its "Most Racist City In The Country" rep, my website is full of people fighting to the death to hold that down! And bolder than pre-1950's racism! They've now got educated minority women who used to be recruited to jobs FOR THOSE DEMOGRAPHICS on their way to The City's Intercultural Competency Leadership Training (on scholarship!), doing it to them!, & essentially flipping The City the bird, as she walks out the door! And, yes, it looks like they are going to steal my Gift Card (below)(like the guys who came to fix my apartment)(See previously written piece/article below) because the Phillips 66 guy, no matter what he told me about how spectacular a job I did, & said directly that it was being given to ME, specifically, for those things, it belonged to the store--Wait, but who EARNED it?!! Oh yes! The one being fired for being too perfect and not putting up with the slave labor that our citizens have condoned by participation. Here's a revelation from a run after practice, though--Spirit said one thing LOUD and CLEAR to me today--"This will continue to happen until," & then I saw this in my mind's eye "employment = education." Back to the drawing board, however, I must tell you that starting yesterday, when I had decided to disconnect from the company, at least at store-level & as a customer, the air around me & the state of my lungs returned to a state of bliss, where I am when I am unfettered, and my body and Power Yoga practice has felt as centered, grounded, and alive as it has ever felt in recent weeks or months, even. I am grateful to be out of hell. Please tell those people who U know who go to the Kwik Stop on Pennsylvania where I went & how, & please know that my meeting today began with Jill Reimer saying "I am no Human Rights Specialist" (REALLY?!!!) and ended with--out of the blue--"I am in charge here!!! I am in charge here!!!" No, really, you're not. God is. And the fact that you're married to a cop really has no value when you're staring me in the face illegally terminating me because, for instance, she says that "when a customer comes in & makes racist comments at you, that is not the responsibility of our managers (They were standing right there when it happened--twice). He doesn't have to do anything about it." Wow. So much for Civil Rights & protected classes in this country! Looks like it's going to hell in a handbasket!!! U Should Worry Because It Isn't About Me. Our Problems Have Nothing To Do With A Half-Black President. Or The Rockstar Asian Chick Who Gets Bullied For Clearly Standing In His Defense Simply Because He's Our President, & We Should Honor That. It's Because This Country's People Are Lost & Have No Honor, & What's Worse, NO SHAME. SHAME On Everyone Who Has Desecrated What Deserves Love, Which Is People Who Stand In The Truth, Regardless Of Circumstance. Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:59:58 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Re: An Update From Amy Jin (Not An E-Update) Sorry--For the Editors, Writers, & Perfectionists in Royal Purple (Now I get to just be annoying) & BIG--cuz that's how I do it--BIG.: In a message dated 3/22/2014 9:19:00 P.M. Central Daylight Time, EternalLove47@aol.com writes: Clarifications (For those who don't think clarification is necessary, U wonder why U don't have perfect relationships. It's because U [& likely they] don't want to put in the work): In a message dated 3/22/2014 8:41:13 P.M. Central Daylight Time, EternalLove47@aol.com writes: Hey--After handling 1 of the most horrific days at Kwik Stop like a champion today, I was bullied out by Megan, a high school graduate-only DQ Manager, who then was backed by Will, the Manager I've written to you about, & Val, the former manager who's had to step back & help as this store has been in complete turmoil which, possibly, they consider "normal." Maybe it's even a little intense for them. Anyway, I've reported it to Human Rights since it looks blatantly discriminatory (I didn't "abide by 'drive-off' policy," which maybe has been paid lip service to lightly, at best, & literally seems as if someone was trying to catch me doing it, was in a position to correct & train & didn't, but took the 1 or 2 times--I ask if people have fuel outside every time--of perceived not-asking to wield it as a power trip, instead, should they ever need it) &, as a few of you know, I've accepted the invitation by The City of Dubuque to participate in their Intercultural Competency Leadership Training--on them (Normally, there's "tuition," so to speak), ironically, next month. In terms of irony, also consider that this morning, Val had given me pretty much the full hours possible for next week, before she left (since for the nth week in a row, Will's schedule STILL was not out on time..It's Saturday. The schedule starts Monday--yet the store's not a mess. I'm the problem--I suppose for asking), and another guy in his 40's? who I have not yet had the opportunity to work with, who also cares for the fields at UD, asked me a # of things, including about the meaning of my name, though in a PC way, as opposed to the racial incident concerning it by an "a**hole" (Kwik Stop employees' words, not mine) customer as I was just getting started there a handful of weeks ago. It was not handled. In fact, Will told me he didn't want to fire me for it (since being a minority bringing up other people's racism makes ME the problem in Insane-o-land--especially if U put up your hands to protect yourself). Anyway, he asked (Eliminate: "how") if I planned on staying with the company long, & I just smiled & shrugged, "I need a commensurate job so I can open up a Power Yoga school." He said, "Well, I hope you stay. I really hope U do." Meanwhile, registers start acting up & we have 2 drive-offs today without any managers on staff--just myself and 1 other girl--Jessie. The 1st "drive-off" (This was my 1st direct experience with them, though I'd heard of them--just hadn't been trained about them whatsoever, & perhaps I'm somewhat naive since I don't think I'd heard of them my entire life until I worked in this industry, so I wouldn't know what one was) ends up being someone who lives down the street, so when we watch video, call the Police, & the guy comes back to pay soon after, he says he forgot because he came in to wash his hands or something. Anyway, the bottom line is, during that time, we were also under audit by an undercover Phillips 66 representative. He acted weird & growly with me, but I guess I passed with flying colors, including the fact that he paid for just $2 of petrol. He sees the chaos in the store, the fact that I look new but am handling everything, & the drive-off handling (I chose to call both Will & Val directly, though Jessie--who also has been upping her comments to me lately about how she "can't stand" Megan because Megan bullies her whenever she sees her [Jessie works on both the Kwik Stop & Dairy Queen sides]--was trying to figure out how to cover it up in the registers--To her credit, she did a nice job working with me today, & I gave her a team kudos officially for it, as well as giving 1, also, to Will & Val for other things due them). Then Will, on the phone, tells me I shouldn't have signed a form acknowledging the audit, which the rep said could be any employee, & I was never told by anyone from Kwik Stop that when we were lacking managers, DQ's managers were considered ours--R-I-I-I-Ight (I'm managing a foreign country right now as their Empress, too, from poverty here)...Anyway, I end up putting Will on the phone with the rep, who Will ends up chewing out?!!! For coming and doing the audit?! is what it sounded like (W. T. F?!!). The rep BLEW UP at me, at 1st, afterward, but only for a second, when he could see that he & I were basically the same thing. I mean, Phillips 66 is the brand, right? They could shut the Pennsylvania Kwik Stop down tomorrow for being idiots, couldn't they? Here's the kicker. After using a # of curse words (Coming literally from an older, professional guy) to tell me Will had no idea what he was doing, that "that manager" was an "f'ing" idiot, basically, & "wants to be important because he's not," he tells me I, on the other hand, did an OUTSTANDING job--that my Customer Service was excellent, that he knew about the drive-off, but he saw the way I handled that & took instant responsibility for it & accountability, even though he could tell I had no support whatsoever, & that I didn't even react negatively to his attitude at the counter or the fact that he only purchased 2 bucks of gas. The result is about 45 min. before I was supposed to come home, still no call from Will or Val about checking video on the 2nd drive-off--or whatever is happening out there. Yet Megan comes over and gets in my face (literally out of the blue), accuses me of lying! (It's normally always for instant truth, so this was a new one)--multiple times--when I say this whole "drive-off" thing is new to me (The 1st guy paid, so...) & says it looks like I "know people" & am trying to let them steal fuel (Again, What. The. ??!!!?!?!). Why doesn't she go do what's already WAY overdue, which is check video? Oh--That's right. She's too interested in coming & personally attacking me, instead--as if her "Leadership" nametag's not melting off her collared shirt as I'm literally looking at her, likely, like the corporate person who's about to axe her for creating a hostile work environment on the one person she shouldn't. What's interesting is that she also came after me, after I told her if she continued to talk to me like that, I would be happy to punch out, maybe indefinitely. She says, "Fine" (Wow, I thought--I'd just revealed my Human Rights Leadership Training news to Val this morning, & boy did she move fast after that!). I told Megan, with that news, what this looked like. When she came after me with the mints & items I had purchased earlier, like she was about to nail me for theft, I said, "Yes, it's something I stole," then pulled the receipt out like, "Voila!!!" I call Will, after she's now telling me I should go without counting my drawer (I looked at her & said, "I. Am. Counting. My Drawer. I ALWAYS have a perfect drawer. If I don't, & it's missing $100, then..."). A clear thought appeared in my head, which is that I'm (known to be) the only person in the store, to my knowledge, possibly the industry! who has literally a perfect drawer sometimes but with usually 10-25 cents error (over) most shifts, be it $300-$1800 in sales that goes thru my hands. And so they look at me like there HAS TO BE something WRONG with me--It's simply too good to be true. And I think about all my classmates, including in college, who I outperformed in testing, in presentations, & in class dialogue who, I'm quite sure, are helping to lead, if not leading, Fortune 100-level companies by now, & I'm thinking, about the register, "Do you think people get 4.0's at elite universities on luck?" I've been told people literally have to go find a dictionary after they talk to me, so perhaps I'll say "schools," not "universities." Anyway, I leave totally on big Spirit air, touch base with a cop coming in as I'm leaving, call the Human Rights Dept., Captain Klein, Sam when Sarah won't pick up her phone (They're in Cedar Falls taking care of my non-existent sister's children)(Oddly, after I told Sam what he could do with his idea when he said I'd better stick it out 'til I found something else, instead of trying to convince me I deserved it, he said, "You'll get it figured out" & said to wait it out 'til I heard from Corporate on Monday), etc.etc. The guy working Can Redemption at Wal-Mart let me use his cell phone (when I asked if there was a phone around to make a couple local phone calls from). Couldn't find a # to reach Val at from there (Further proof of the Mad Hatter's Party that is Circle K--I mean Kwik Stop!: No one at any of the Kwik Stops I called knew her number or even the # of the store she was supposedly at). Call (Another company in the industry), who I've met with the Recruiter for, at his request--Nothing yet. He half tried to open up other doors 4 me based on his contacts when we got together--I wonder why. Left a msg 4 Jill Reimer of Rainbo/the company. Get a call from Val who, with Will, is now back at the store, & they're saying all this, "We cannot discuss this further" crap. While I was basically running the store today--as they were...out running around, knowing their model was defunct but not wanting to admit it? I am suspended, they say, until Corporate calls me for follow-up on Monday (nasally voice) "for not asking every customer if they have fuel outside." I call Jill back 2 leave a msg, after calling some of my contacts to provide the update, to say I've put myself out there as a yog & at my true rank, with my Resume, & I think it's best if we leave it at that & that I'm appalled. Period. That is looks blatantly discriminatory, & I'll look forward to a genuine apology & right outcome. I also liked seeing Megan's face & leaving Jill an "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention" message, as well as Will's (when I told him when I called back after the suspension call to get Val, but he wouldn't let me, which seems to be kind of thematic in my experience working for him--if that was what was really going on--not my being sucked dry like a human Duracell) trying to man up & confirm he'd ensure I got it (when it arrived at the store, addressed to me--"Amy Jin Schmelzer"--He [Phillips 66 guy] made sure to get the "Jin"), when I mentioned that the Phillips 66 rep awarded me a Customer Service Reward of a $25 Gift Card after telling me the "Manager" was a @#$!%!--that I handled everything like a Master. Fancy that. I.O.W.A. stands for "Idiots Out Walking Around"--is what I've often been told away from here. Clearly That Explains Why I Scare People Because I'm Technically "From" Here But Somehow Have Smoked That Curse. Peace, P.S. The nail in the irony coffin--A young woman who tried tracking me down after I'd already left the YM/YWCA came in today totally depressed about a new job. She said they were "total a**holes" to her. She looked in my eyes & said, "Like they're trying to pick on every little thing I do, always watching me to find something new"--something like that. Let's look at demographics & motives here--I mean, I always am. And all I can do is speak from what I've seen & experienced. Our problems have little to do with anything more than complete insanity & weakness--of everything including character--holding power it doesn't deserve, holding Kings & Queens of the people in the slums & saying we're about Freedom. No...It is about Illusion & Greed for those who do not love Source first. P.P.S. In the yellow hoodie on the website I wear that I custom tatt'd up, artwork-wise, there R Chinese characters (I couldn't find the Korean) that read "Enlightened Warrior" on the back, down the spine, with huge, etheric Metatron Angel wings encasing them, coming from my back. On the hood, if the hood's up, you'll read the words, "My 'Hood, My World." I told Jill that this was my neighborhood & that ganging up on the girl with the perfect register who was literally the only person from the neighborhood at hand--which is seen as the best one--as if SHE'S the one doing damage to that locale, is an attitude--& I said I was speaking as a citizen now--not welcome in this neighborhood, and on behalf of MY neighborhood, those people need to leave. There is no Moment like this Moment where that quote is more applicable. Naive in some respects, I may have been, or may still be, but U see, what I've figured out is if U can figure out what the criminals do, or how, it's probably because U do it, too, or have, & have not healed yourself or righted your wrongs with Source, & if you can figure out the what & how but wouldn't have the nerve to enforce, it's probably because U still R. Peace Without Rugs. My 'Hood. My World!!! That's What Source Promised Me If I Chose Here Over Hollywood. And NO, It Was Not An Obvious Choice, Either Way. Sometimes, Perishing Alone & Soul-Disconnected In L.A. Seemed A Much More Obvious Choice Than What I'm Seeing Here. Period. Peace Without Rugs (Image of Amy Jin facing the camera in Supta Virasana) "True peace is never accomplished with shadiness, shirking responsibility, or shoving anything under a rug. Rugs are best left for (Ashtanga-based/Santa Monica) Power Yoga practice." -Amy Jin (Image of Ashtanga Yoga practice rugs) Image Courtesy of AOL Image Bank www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com H.563.556.3524 Dubuque/Asbury, Iowa, United States of America P.S. all U online readers--Upon waking today, I had the clear thought (Sometimes Spirit helps me while I sleep), "Hmmmmmmm...How R U going to cite the reason for suspension as the policy of not asking each and every customer if they have fuel outside for a drive-off when the definition of a drive-off is literally someone who drives off without coming in to pay for their gas?!!!!!" BULLS**T RACIST TRASH!!!!!!! P.P.S. Further irony--Trying to talk to herself & pulling her puppet strings to get Val & Todd--whose Aunt, by the way, was 1 of about at least 3 people, not including John, who works the UD fields, who came in externally while all the crap was happening on Saturday & randomly tried convincing me it was a "great company" & possibly could've seen that my standards of what that meant were national & global, so quite different, than theirs. Superficiality is perhaps the one thing I suck at. Anyway--to nod & agree with her talking to herself about why the Customer Service award belonged to the store & that the Phillips 66 guy didn't know what he was talking about (without even knowing if that was true or not)...had no right or "background" to tell me it was mine. She said, "I mean, he may not even be from this industry or even know what a drive-off is!!!" Last W. T. F. Seriously!? So...rather than tell her how unconvincing she looked as a company head but more like the Queen in "Alice in Wonderland" (She had tried to tell me the guy had no business telling me how to handle a drive-off. I just shook my head as I tried to raise my hand, as if trying to speak in class, & said, "He never tried to tell me how to handle the drive-off. He said he saw how I HANDLED the drive-off..." before she said something akin to, "SILENCE!!!")...I said, as I was walking out the door, "Oh, you mean an industry professional who has no experience with drive-offs like the one who was working in your store but was never trained on them?" Another interesting detail--At one point, she says, "Don't YOU talk to ME like that." I sat in the full intensity of who I am, as a soul, all jokes & titles, past, present, & future aside, & she immediately went silent. I almost laughed at her, "Oh...MEEEEE talk to YOUUUU like that?!!! What does THAT mean?" Looked pretty racist. Even she backed off, "I mean ANYONE. I mean, no one talks to me like that." Apparently no one's ever told her that the truth is actually upheld as top dog in this country or is supposed to, & I'll speak like that 2 her & to the entire world like that until the day I die. What a piece of s**t. God, you know, I felt somewhat less high on life after leaving that meeting, but the ultimate amazingness of not having to work there anymore was still so pervasive in & around my energyfield, I couldn't help but just sit back & chill in it. And what instantly came to me is about all the times throughout my life people, after I went away to college, told me, after they'd heard me talk about where I grew up or aspects of that experience, how "small" & "bigoted" & "stupid," ultimately, that hometown sounded. And I remember getting upset, feeling bad for or instantly defensive without any real reasons, of that hometown & its people, & then, somewhere along the lines, I realized they were right. And this time home--the last time, from what I decided while sitting alone, wanting to just go Home, back to Source, in Phoenix--I've realized that in a very fast, efficient, and intense way, it, meaning Dubuque, is showing me EXACTLY what the crib was like that I was laid in, but it was behind masked faces and hidden agendas & repression of my voice and my truth, as I was growing up here. I realize that I have always felt like an alien, not in a foreign land, but literally a foreign planet, amongst a lesser species, whose foulness seemed all-important to them and who, time after time after time, would choose the stench again, even if God, literally, showed up in their face and offered them a better option. I don't know that there has been any human development or evolution here since the cross-burnings in the early 1990's, when I was growing up here. I think it's safe to conclude, after today, that it has, in fact, gone backwards. And the fact that it has been named an "All-America City" suddenly becomes an indicator of how sad & wasteful our country is if a place that is riddled with the accounts I have written about since returning home can be worthy of any kind of recognition, rather than an award of any high measure. It is, perhaps, an indicator of a small city government needy for external validation and a pat on the head, like a simple but stupid child, rather than its people who, like cannibals, eat one another alive, & go rabid on those who try to employ more enlightened methods of interaction--not realizing that it is those exact rare gems who are their next leaders. And leaders who would lead them into an Order of true purpose, JOY, and delight. And like the status quo simple, stupid children-leaders, they pour themselves into grooming, wishing, wanting, hoping, or even demanding where that power should be placed, and in whom, as though they can change the Order of Source as that Vital Force has placed within each human soul its Purpose, Mission, and Power within the weave of time and space. I Hope Some Of U R Able To Feel What I Am Feeling Inside 2day One Day. It's Amazing.

Formal & Legal Intention: It's ALL Yoga Expressing In The United States Of America.

      After the last last last last last, same-ol'-shite verbal & physically in my face, railing on Amy Jin abuse session from Sarah(-adoptive mother), then Sam(-adoptive father), this morning, I finally came to an intention that finally came as complete, from within, to formally and legally end all ties with the people responsible for bringing me to this country which, somehow, like all the things I've been victimized in, they are trying to figure out how to make "my fault." I made a rare call to my adoptive sister. She probably needs to consult them and others before knowing how to see or feel about it, but, in the voice of the little sister I remember, all she knew how to say was, "Bye, Amy."
      It started because Sarah was putting out Easter decorations & mentioned she never liked a bunny my Grandmother Schmelzer had painted for me when I was a child. I said I loved it & suggested a couple places it should go. She said it wasn't going out anywhere in her house now, all of a sudden, &, in fact, she noticed (during the many invasions she/they've made into the places where I reside/have my things in the house) that when I cleaned "the room" (that used to be "my" room, which is no longer--They're now all "hers") last week, I moved some of the picture frames, which she threatened to throw me out on the streets for. Her/their favorite thing to say is she's/they're happy to put me back "under a bridge" & say they have all of these supposed "people" or "friends" who regularly put me down (Bigots/ignoramus' from Dubuque, of course)(primarily cuz they got the Lion, not the Mouse), call me "weird," "crazy," or whatever else they're saying (See previous writing about the people who ate Jesus' "crazy bread")--then rant questions that aren't really questions (because I've given them the answers multiple times) about what's "WRONG with you?!!!!" Hmm. Maybe I'm in a foreign country, as an orphan, who's been now totally murdered by the family who received a gift and trashed it.
      Seems like Sam & Sarah Schmelzer, and any remaining connections who've supported their insanity/spiritually (if not in fact) criminal activity, in my regard (Technically, when you do things directly causative to taking away a person's ability to live or hold down work of any kind, that's known as killing someone off--& on purpose? And when you then turn around & tell people it's because the person did something wrong, when they didn't, and when they came back to you BECAUSE they were victimized, and you offer them safe haven, but use it to empower your own life and energy & beat them over the head for accepting the offer, that's called BULLS**T. And when you can't own up when your own child stares you in the eyes, after he or she's again proven you wrong, & U respond with more lies and insults, that's called CRIMINAL according to anyone who's NOT nuts/decent & not split about it).
      For the nth time, I was told she hopes I never have children of my own because there are "slow" people who've "made something of their lives" (working at Wal-Mart or what have U), & I've made nothing of mine. As she's making faces at me &, as usual, using my own words to try to come after me (This proves my efficacy as a Teacher, at least, since though they've learned nothing, at least they're copying me!), telling me I'm "abusing them" in their home, since, after hearing/seeing all of it with my mouth open & my coffee cup almost dropping out of my hand, I shout (finally) that they're horrible, sick people--that they are, in fact, s**t. And in deep s**t. And I hope they're punished, brought out be4 the public--but, I mean, by who? Along with anyone else to whom this applies (Step out from behind the pillars & out of the shadows, Dark Ones!!!!!!! Come battle with the Light, and let's see who Wins!!!). I think the logic I've seen from my upbringing, however, says that that understanding of God says God doesn't care so long as U show up to church & make nice with everyone else, even if U walk away totally trashing them.

Due Karma.

4 Special "Awake" Others: A Shout-Out

      It's rare that I leave "testimonials" (which I've never dug) on this indefinite Internet presence for my teaching/leadership/Love Yoga: The Movement for more than a few weeks--maybe a month or so, however, 4 special "New Kids"/supporting incarnate Angels stepped forward to speak their Truth about the proof in the pudding, which is what they experienced in knowing me and walked away with from Personalized work/asana practice.
      It's not easy to step forward, be in front of the public--much less the entire world, which our technology has quickly and potently enabled--speak your truth, and let the chips fall where they may, however, it is the ONLY thing we're all here to do and operate from. The Truth. There is no path (of any kind) of value in our society that would say otherwise.
      Therefore, thanks to these beautiful souls as I step away and stand alone again--and not just in this world--for bringing their Light, their passion for Justice and Power Yoga, their willingness to lead, not follow in this sad, sad world, and their all-encompassing Beauty, soul-deep, to the fore on behalf of what often feels like a far too lone journey for any one leader or teacher to lead or teach herself:

*Michael Bogolia, Jr. - 'Sup Monterey Bay/Seaside, Cali!!!--Home to the most superior Ashtanga Yoga shala on United States of American soil, while under the care & rulership of Emily (Surname unknown).--For being the "lil' Eminem" compelling, wise, Christ-like, and in tune enough to allow the Ashtanga to take permanent residence in my being. For sharing your Shasta Lake experience, even though U've said U can't remember telling me about it now (Ask Pratap!).

*Z.W. (Zakh Ward), Wartburg College grad, loud and proud (/or my "It was what it was")!, presently IBM (Dubuque)--For your intelligence, protection, love, and your participation. For a natural, strong practice that truly allowed the tradition to be of very real value to the "insane working" world. For the OM necklace and endless nights pow-wow'ing in an atmosphere that was real to music that helped us both connect to our pasts, presents, and futures. For allowing me to break down my usual barriers and be loved, not as a spiritual leader or teacher or sage, but as a human being. For being able to see things as they truly are, not how people desire them to be, while still being able to hold the vision for how things should be, based on what we all desire. The heart of 2013 belonged to U, in return. Pz.

*Heather Kemp, Food & Beverage Supervisor and Bartender at The Diamond Jo Casino (Dubuque, IA!) & The Cave (East Dubuque, IL), respectively--I am so proud of U. For your natural teacher energy and beautiful practice shared as you became more regular in class. I hope it helped your life and journey here, including the myriad people you inevitably care for. Continue that beautiful balance of incredible strength and sweet softness, simultaneously, and most importantly, fearless kindness, no matter how many times they hurt U.

*My "GAIAM Girl," Kelli Edwards, Peosta Community Center Power Yogini--You are beautiful, inside and out, and took so naturally to the Flow. Thanks for showing up with dedication and growing in the practice, being a quiet but constant and powerful force of love and support, which just goes to prove it wasn't just the yoga that gave you that special glow. It seems that for some of us, the yoga is just something that can finally love us back as big and flawlessly as we give it out. I hope you felt that and continue to practice the beauty of traditional yoga, regardless of circumstance, wherever you are.

A Bow Of Servant Leadership & Love To Each Of You.

Stepping In The Wrong Direction--I'll Give You A Head Start.

To recently severed ties with fraudulent, status quo landlords Julie Lott/Bob Mueller, here in Dubuque, & their contributing to the federal government's conclusion last year that Dubuque's Housing/rental market is fraudulent & corrupt, namely, as usual, against African-Americans (though clearly Asian-American can now be added to that list, as well), & their condemned crew who came to fix the burst pipe that flooded the entire building, namely my apartment, without properly notifying me or receiving my permission to allow multiple strange men into my apartment unsupervised until they had already put their hands all over half of my most personal belongings & shoved it all into my yoga & meditation room, who then left my apartment unsecured &, apparently, stole my jewelry and my Christmas Gift Card that was supposed to buy me food for the next week while "saving" my yoga shala-like apartment, way to be thieves in the temple, you sick and waste-of-flesh men who prove why women might as well give up on the male species altogether & simply walk a path 2 Samadhi, instead. If you're what the statistically erroneous & skewed unemployment rate is representing as the "working not-wounded," you help prove the accuracy of both my prophetic abilities and my God-sight on the current situation of the human race. I have been divinely protected to not add to the working population by calling you co-workers or colleagues, even in times of the greatest material need, since doing so would mean DEATH TO MY PURE FIRE AND SOUL...like the sick little blobs of mush who dared to push and shove me multiple times, without reason, at the Twista concert at Courtside last year, magnetized by my blissed-out state WITHOUT the substances U were so clearly filled with to desperately try & get yours, taking Courtside FARRR-rrrrrrrr too long to throw their slobby, sorry, hateful little satan worshipper selves out, U've both helped me tip the scales tonite. Amongst other things. It's Sunday, the 19th of January, the year 2014. And there have been both peaceful unifiers in this life and also the likes of, say, Genghis Khan, to whom some of my best practitioners have compared me, despite my protests on the matter. I have to say that though there are many ways to accomplish the same destiny, you give me such compelling reason to protect, defend, and use ALL of my gifts--with a vengeance!!! And with an attitude since, as a woman--even more ridiculously, the kind of woman I am by nature!!!--it bloodies my hands & really isn't my place!!! And what should truly scare U is without a thought given to revenge since what U have written, as in done, has already been written, hasn't it? And not a thing U or I can do about it now. It's already taken from my life force, needing to be reclaimed. With INTEREST. Such is the Law, as it operates in life force energy in the universe. Such is the Law of Karma.

Dead Serious

If they made blingy, light-up shoez for grown-up females, I would be the 1st in line. I'd lead a Peter Piper-like flashing-light kicks parade down the mall hallway & have everyone dancing-as-walking. I don't think I'd take them off. Maybe ever. I would prefer if they were faux leather & at least as timelessly valuable as old school Adidas. ~ That "Sweater Weather" song is supa hot & sexy, in such a simple way, & it's not even human. I have no idea what he's talking about ("the holes of my sweater"). Assuming he means his sleeves. Anybody who's ever been to L.A.--namely those of us who aren't from there (even if everybody else thinks we R)--'s gots 2 feel what he's sayin'. I can feel my toes in the sand, The Neighbourhood, & am falling in love with L.A. over & over again right along with U--along with the overabundant richness of supa conscious, supermodel hot people who come rushing in, eager to fall in love & make all their dreams a reality. Who wouldn't want a sweater experience after hearing that song? ~ No one wants the path I'm on. Look at Jesus. A classic case. He says, "All of this, & more, U, too, can do!" Then he does crazy stuff like make food out of something else. And U know what those masses did, as they stuffed their mouths with his crazy bread. They probably weren't even saying "Thank You," but, instead, were talking about him over in the corner, with their peops, like, "Yeah, crazy man over there thinks he can make this bread. We'll show him. It's cruel & unusual time, y'all! Pass me more of that bread..." And here we are in 2014. And people R still bangin' those bibles, or people they shouldn't be, rather than focusing on doing what the proven ascended master said (Body gone from the tomb, & it wasn't wolves or morbid thieves wanting to steal the bad-guy-who's-always-in-trouble-for-telling-the-people-that-they're-more(--Nobody-believes-that!-Who-believes-that?!!?!)--which just proves that there's not nearly enough regard given to the big Buddhas who come while they're here. We're in need of leadership that blows our minds & shatters them into little pieces to keep us honest. Otherwise, U get all these chattering teeth--blahblahblahblahblahblah exclamation point, misplaced passion, exclamation point, push & shove. My way or the highway, damned ones! Seems to me the truly powerful--like Kings or enlightened beings--wouldn't need to push or shove anybody, really, unless there were ticks in need of a big, bad full army FLI-I-IiiiCK! Shut up, already. Be. Maybe U'll get strong enough so somebody notices. ~ Let's keep it light. ~ I would like, this year, to end this bad nightmare of doing jobs I wouldn't have done in high school but was qualified to. And if I do, it's becuz I'm a Rockstar, & this planet's broken, starting with the U.S. Cuz we don't take our real needs seriously enough or understanding of our country's destiny far enough, or deep enough, into the psyche of humanity--the soul of life. We rely too much on external power to tell us how to act--on Titles & WORDS, rather than inner mission and givens. We haven't determined them, nearly enough. Then U fall for anything cuz U've got nothing living as strength inside. Something U've protected, held, nourished, cherished, decided you'd breathe & die 4. On your own. Cuz U used every moment 2 actually live. And not out of fear. ~ I have nothing to go on, at this pt., except people like "So-N-So." I'll call him "So-N-So" since, as far as I know, he still lives. He tried pushing me around by making some comment like, "Are you even FROM this country?" while he was managing my wrong-seated person down in Phoenix in 1 of those previously mentioned Circle K's. While managing me but needing Food Stamps (Say WHAT??!!!). And he's about my age. When I confront him about that, "What does THAT mean???!!!!!" (meaning Asians don't get more White than me--& you're a pathetic waste of all of our time), he tries using that his daughter is half Black, so there's no way he could be racist. Yeah, like a plantation owner who wanted to show some unknowing innocent who was boss, U piece of s**t (He doesn't like when Asians fit all the stereotypes, but he's in an environment where he can't even call them anything--like that they really ARE that much more intelligent than U without trying to the point that it's annoying, to say the least, & God forbid they're also female & your age & single & hot enough to burn a hole thru your sweater [Haha!--Had to throw that in there.] by how close she allows U to stand next to her but emits no trace of worry, fear, ignorance, or neediness, either, & aren't geishas or, if U're at all lucky, just straight up prostitutes who'll show U a good time in a demure, walk-all-over-me type of way ["Or should I walk all over YOUUUUU, Masta'??? lol). By the way, if he would've said "planet," I actually would've taken it as a compliment. Then, to make a long, shameful story short, I watched as I pushed a button called, "Appropriate Reporting & Escalation," & it set off a hailstorm & domino effect of screaming denials, vehement actions, words, & non-activity in all the WRONG directions! if someone wants that changed. Pretty soon, the entire Circle K District encompassing most of the Phoenix Metro Area & the Region are denying to the EEOC that they have any racial issues, including the old, veteran manager at a different store who they were kindly demoting gradually enough to just help along her insanity but not hurt her feelings since that was better than pushing her out the door--Anyway, she & I hit it off, but I have to say that when she greeted me at their store by interrogating me about whether or not I was illegal when I said I wasn't from Phoenix, I had to tell her about "Iowa," which was almost like explaining a far, far distant galaxy she was relatively unaware existed. Little did she know that it was more homogenous & White & in the Bible Belt than Phoenix. Anyway, talk about a snippet of the walking nightmare called being Awake amidst no one who is. I turned into the bad a** talent recruit they "couldn't send anywhere" because everywhere I went, everyone's demons came up. As it turns out, it was just too tempting to make jokes about the "foreign exchange student," being the only Asian within a 5-10 mile radius a lot of the time & all. They just couldn't stop. And so it was called my fault just for showing up Korean-American. And tall. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. ~ You know, somebody accused/prodded last year--actually, one of U all--1 of the students--"U like guys in uniforms don't you." It was stated, not put as a question, though it was both. I have an answer 2 that today. I do. And it's for a reason I realize sitting here right now after my experience just getting out a hellish apt. situation on Arlington St. this past weekend with love from the C.O.P.--the City of Dubuque Community-Oriented Police--(Klein, McClimon, Kramer) that is different than most, I'd bet. And that is that I hate uniforms, really. At pts., U think, "Wow. That saves me time, decision-making, and energy--not 2 mention wardrobe $$$." And those are the jobs that, while I was trying to launch my leadership in Love, Wisdom, & Source-Connecting Power, inevitably never lasted cuz, I know, self-expression is such a crucial part of who I am. And so any guy who can wear, for example, a very, U know, structured blue police uniform & badge, which really makes some women break out in a hot sweat--I know, ladies--every day, day in and day out--THAT is something to give him kudos, props, AND a pat on the back 4. What's more? At least he's trying to give his life to something of value and valor that men SHOULD, as men in whatever way he deems is his 2 do! With some discipline & noble strength! As opposed to men of my generation who barely even take U out on an honorable dinner outing but expect U to go backwards in female evolutionary history & act brainless & brainlessly let them take off all of your apparel in their apartment they're insecure about being able to hold down for themselves due to their own lack of--once again--LOVE strength in any one direction--much less anyone you're put on the planet 2 create or might say, "O-kay. Partner/tag team time on this procreation/householding thing done authentically but the right way?" to. With them. If they could stop making the same bozo mistakes & not even being puppy dog or sweet or honorable or masculine or regal enough to make you break out in the previously mentioned hot sweat, soften your heart, emanated via your peepers, to the most genuine compassion the world's ever seen, or simply ask, "How many do you want?" Because it's at that pt., I'd imagine--& I've been close. Believe. U. Me.--that that'd be all she wrote. Together, that is. Like biscuits & gravy. Like butta & jam. Like loving & breathing. Cuz that's why we're here.

Today feels like a Saturday, but it's not. It's a Mon. night.

Love yourself so deeply & well it's ridiculous--Here's the catch--WITHOUT being arrogant or lost in your ego about it. There's a fun Rubik's cube for your facebook time that actually requires U to be yourself & still in your body. Tell me--Do you turn into Jabba The Hut/a huge blob of goo when U're on that thing?

I'm over here dancing a Make-It-Rain-On-'Em-Hot-Truth-Gold-Nuggets Rain Dance on Cloud 9 in my hot a** light-up shoez coming down the pipeline. Somewhere. It's just too good 4 someone not to steal from my Idea Bank!--though we all know what yogs say about stealing.

Speaking of which, do it without drugs. It'll look better on ya.

Dead serious.

Peace & Love Water,
Amy Jin (I'm married to my purpose, & Source has no Last Name)

Important: Regarding The Previously Published Movement Alliance Piece--

There is a HUGE caveat to my support of TAIKO Japanese Steakhouse & Sushi Bar, even under the leadership of Allen Lin. The bar I have erected in regard to their, or any like restaurant's, continuation from the standpoint of the laws under both God & Men, has not been met in 1 major way (& others, but they are immaterial to me, at this point). Therefore, I have to put a pause on Love Yoga: The Movement's support of this establishment, for all the reasons aforementioned, until wrongs are made right, as always. Instead, I ask U to support the best & wisest thing to occur for all involved. My continued question marks regarding the disintegration/disappearance of the authentic, Asian-American businesses in town remains, but TAIKO JS & SB can thank whoever was suppressing my still seeing the overarching issue until now since they've gotten an undeserved "thumbs up" from me since September. Peace Out.

*+Soul Correction: An E-Concession From Amy Jin Schmelzer & LY:TM, S/12/21/2013*

From the E-Update stream...This Google "blogspot" is starting to act like the stereotype of a foreign car.

Date: 12/21/2013 5:54:00 P.M. Central Standard Time

*Image Of Amy Jin Leaning Against A Wall In An American Apparel Dress Provided By Wardrobe*
Image Courtesy of Forgotten-Name-Kansas-City-Modeling-Agency & Michael Roud Photography (2008)(L.A.)

      Sarah Ann (Tauke) Schmelzer/Mom, I am apologizing because in the frank detailing of what has brought me to this stage of the Game, as an American Yoga/Spiritual Leader/Teacher, I feel I need to apologize for one thing in front of everyone. I want to acknowledge that U did say you were sorry, I believe after I demanded U should, for actually putting your hands on me in 2009 & going nuts in the kitchen, when U all came & retrieved my starving ass from Kansas City several mos. later, complete with tears on both our parts & reaching your hand back to grab mine in the SUV, as I finished putting all my belongings in it.
      Not that everything that's been done since then hasn't taken 100 more of my 10,000,000 lives, but I've chastised U for that incident, so I want everyone to be clear that it is right, once genuine apology has been received & accepted as such, 2 lay a particular situation in peace in the past, except to state facts, as written in the Akasha (which R the records of the soul, as known by God & the Hierarchy), which is what I have done since, but I wanted to be exceptionally clear.
      I mean, what does this have to do with anything? Love Yoga: The Movement? Ashtanga-based/Santa Monica Power Yoga? Life in the city or the world, for that matter?
      What doesn't it?
      This 1 deserves to go on The Movement website!

Go Hard In The Paint,
      Retouching's 4 The Birds,

P.S. Hey, it's nothing-to-lose time, y'all. I hope to make my autobiography, written 10 years ago already! more available to everyone on the planet someday, & I want y'all 2 know something I now feel is relevant & hilarious enough 2 mention--Last time I was here 4 any indefinite period of time, it was the stint where I 1st made the choice 2 channel my gifts into the path of "teaching" Ashtanga-based yoga (2004 thru 2006), & I had a Reiki session with a colleague in the Work--a healer and seer, most of whose info. I trusted, & who was reputable in the area at the time, & she said, with little dillydallying around about it, that if I stuck around, she could see me becoming Mayor of little ol' Dubuque (At least!).
      This was in regard to a guy who was hanging around at the time who she could tell I didn't have an equal amount of interest in (Another "Indigo"/New Kid baller, pretend-R&B crooner on the side of Insurance Sales). She said it was cuz he didn't "get it" (LOL).
      Hhhh-WwwaaaAAAYYYYYY!!!

*Image Of Amy Jin In Ardha Chandrasana-While-Grabbing-One's-Foot Pose, Looking Up*
Image Courtesy of An Anonymous Former Screamer (As In Heavy Metal Band) Indigo Kid Who Happened 2 Know How 2 Work His Mom's Digital Camera & Wanted 2 Offer His Creative Eye 2 Love Yoga: The Movement (Urban Photo Shoot Off Of Bell!, Phoenix, Arizona, 2011)

*Image of Amy Jin As A Happy Baby, In Requisite Pink Dress, As Previously Mentioned In These Love Yoga: The Movement Website Worldwide Writings"
Babies Get It.

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Amy Jin
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
www.WHATITISPOWERYOGA.blogspot.com
Freedom of Movement
to You

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Movement Alliance Update: Anything's Possible With Belief & Love Effort

T/9.17.2013: I officially support Movement-related eating at TAIKO JS & SB under the seeming transition of leadership to Allen Lin, New Kid & Love Yoga: The Movement supporter.

      Eat sushi & Japanese food! It's good for ya! And fits perfectly in the modern-day yogic Tapas of a 2013 United States of American Ashtanga & SMPYoga-inspired asana practitioner. Fire up our disciplines with newly run coupons in various media & some Spicy Tuna.

      Bliss!

P.S. When U open your eyes, it's all yoga.

Enlightenment to all that lives.

In Regard To The Aforementioned People, Problems, & All Else: My Issuance

     Can you do better?  Have U?
     Curious--Does my family during the most nightmarish times still trump yours on your family's good days when it comes to functional or the presence of caring?
     When you're around people like me, do you nod & even speak in my direction but away from people like me, or my presence, think, do, say in lower-road directions? 
     Do you have a pattern represented in the wrong mentioned in my reports from the "real world" outside of the self- & life-learning opportunities that I lead that U do nothing about?  Do you realize that you have a choice, and we'd rather have you on our team than have U join theirs?
     My issuance to you--the soul challenge in it--on those original questions is: Will you.

Get right with your soul today--from the inside.

Soul Fire & Purpose,

Amy Jin (Schmelzer)
Dubuque, Iowa

*+American Wall Of Shame--Watershed Cafe (Dubuque, IA): De LY:TM--W/7.10.2013*

From the Love Yoga: The Movement E-Update Flow.
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame--

Date: 7/10/2013 2:49:52 P.M. Central Daylight Time
From: EternalLove47@aol.com

World Anti-Yoga Alert--

Anti-Impeccable Timing:

Wrongful Termination At Watershed Cafe

& Still Should-Be-Illegal International Adoption

*Image of Amy Jin in Eka Pada Koundinyasana/Urban Photo Shoot (Phoenix, Arizona)*

All things considered, supplementing the growth of Love Yoga: The Movement from Watershed Cafe here in Dubuque, IA--now, by the way, under not Donahue & national media's fire for being "the most racist city in the United States of America" but the federal government's for institutionalized racism via HUD!--seemed to be going all right. Draining, as usual. But what do U expect when you're way overqualified & over it YEARS ago?!!?

Apparently, the 99% perfect early attendance record, superior customer service, natural love and ability in Food, transmitted via hard work doing everything in the restaurant, non-smoking, mind-body-spirit health consciousness, eco-friendly attitude, & drug, & most of the time, alcohol-freeness, & on top of that, being solicited after my 1st shift, taken out for drinks by Mike Bries, the owner, about potentials in Marketing, Consulting, & Business Development (My natural abilities, inclinations, intentions, & smarts obviously are hidden completely), did me in AGAIN! because I embody teachings about enlightenment, bhandas, breath, authenticity, & SOUL while people with flying "f" words, strip club & porn movie experiences, coming late, wasted, & lazy 2 work take the cake. Literally. Like they'll all be at work today. And after getting hit on on a regular, then asked things like if I wanted any soy sauce with my lunch on break by Breezer's boy who grudgingly came in & helped several shifts in the last few weeks, then had the gall to yell at me when we got busy about, "Come ON, Amy! (Translation: Do the grunt work of 10 people--not 5 while we marvel at how U have the energy to do it in the 1st place)."

First of all, it's "Amy Jin."

Secondly, I'm not a ninja. At least by you. I'm a yogi.

And you've just helped this place join the American Wall of Shame.

July 4th, Mike is absent. He needs a manager but doesn't have 1. Instead, he leaves DAN, who used to run Courtside but was "tired of their s**t," to run the place--probably mainly because I started deferring to him somewhat as leadership when I started there because I told him he looked like my teacher out in L.A., Bryan Kest. The restaurant is dead, so Dan says we're all supposed to clean. He comes in an awkward, dictatorial manner, after I cut up a bunch of onions, that I need to clean "that entire wall," & everything on it, from "there to there" be4 I go.

Well, then we start to get a little busier, so besides bussing tables & taking orders & answering the phone & handling money (The only 1 probably in the entire place who can honestly say I've never stolen anything--ever), I'm trying to ask what or how to clean, for instance, the dough machine.

He gets torked when I ask where the cleaning supplies are. He asks how he would know. Wow, I thought. Another person who can't handle energy or their own stress level & takes it out harmfully on others.

He insinuates, somehow, when I stand there like, "How in the world do U clean a commercial dough machine?" that I'm stupid. Flashback to school, being recruited into IT out of college, & still being there to hear him say it without a scratch on my legal or soul record. I say nothing. "U know, Dan, sometimes it might not be because someone's not smart ENOUGH that they can't figure out a menial task but because they're actually so smart that the menial task is hard to figure out," I said as I walked by when I finally figured out where the broom was. "Yeah, I'd like to see that," he said AT me. "I think I'm showing you right now what that looks like," I said.

This is the same guy I'd had a good conversation with just that morning about the 80's heavy metal screamer band, Ministry, he was blaring when I walked in. On time. Ahead of time.

And the same guy I'd sat & talked to on a parking spot block while we waited for Mike to let us in one day, telling him who I was, where I'd been, & what I'd noticed about Dubuquers missing both the infrastructure, leadership, and opportunity to grow within most businesses I was aware of. I told him that, along with my vision for growing my teaching in this area, I hoped to positively affect tapping the potential of some of the talent and leaders that were literally stuck in this area without any appropriate avenues to share their gifts, particularly within small businesses like the Cafe. I didn't say that Mike had pretty much put out an interest & talked about an offer then pulled it back. Maybe when he sobered up.

So imagine my surprise when perhaps after another sentence of banter about my intelligence level, he SCREAMS in the direction of the front window, "SHUT THE F*#K UPPPP!!! AND CLEAN IT!!!!!!"

I stood up, "EXCUSE me?!"

"That's what I said!" he said--Something like that.

"Wow," I said. Everyone tells me, "Don't call Mike. He's with his family." Meanwhile, this douchebag's threatening to send me home saying, "Don't raise your voice in front of the customers."

So I held it in.

About 30-45 min. later, still cleaning the wall & all the crap I clean AS A MATTER OF COURSE cuz I'm a CLEAN PERSON, I call Sam & Sarah at the house. I say that this country's a fricking joke, & I want to be sent back to South Korea. I'm tired of wasting my time. 2, I call Mike & say I think he's about 2 lose me because on top of being projected onto & told I'm of no value to society or anybody by the people who used to be my adoptive parents, Sam & Sarah Schmelzer, on a regular basis, for years, & then have them saying, "What's WRONG with YOU?!!! (Translation: Why R U not a pee-on sheep like us & the people we like?), I've gone from 1 overqualified, dumbed-down position to another, with co-workers who can't just see that 4 what it is & have fun & compassion for me in the meantime. He says he'll investigate. He asks to talk to Dan. After a while, Dan comes out, quieter, telling me genuinely that "the machine looks good." Then, he follows thru with an earlier threat & sends me home.

The younger people there who I can't relate 2 because I don't have any in or out of jail stories or any illegitimate children say or do nothing in my defense, even though the whole place has become more professional and uplifted since I've been there. Even though I've defended or cared for them in clear ways.

"I just want to make sure it's clear, though," I say to Dan, AND to another girl who works there, be4 I leave, "You call me stupid. And I'm now getting sent home for it." He just shakes his head & blahblahblahs.

Well, imagine my not-surprisedness when today Mike meets me in front of the restaurant. I'd called him over the weekend, actually, & said there were some things happening around the Movement in the area & that I might need to shift or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission & is able to keep herself pure. And tells me he's going to have to basically fire me.

For not stealing.

For being fun.

And genuinely interested in people's lives.

And caring about them, even though I don't know them.

And working while other people go out to smoke.

And fielding their questions & natural interest in the yoga I lead.

And having the mental, spiritual, & intellectual capital to help with forward movement.

For being pretty ideal, actually.

When everyone else is not.

Again, making me the minority.

Until yoga starts to take over the city, awakening more & more people to the bulls**t that's going on & has been devastating our country & hurting more & more people like & not like me. Until most of them R too broken & sad to do anything about it.

I say, "I know I'm overqualified. I know I have authority that I have no title or salary for. And U know what? I'm not asking for that. I'm asking for people to know who I am while I'm here, show some respect, not speak to me in 'f' words, & have some compassion for my situation. Why is that so hard?!!"

All he could say, as he looked down, is, "I don't know."

And Sam & Sarah's response???: Quote of the day from Sam: "Why don't U go live with some of your people? If they want 2 be your family, that's fine."

When I made him repeat that, he stopped dead in his tracks, "That's why U deserve to be sued for everything you own."

I said to tell both sides of the family that--cousins, aunts & uncles, everybody--because they're never going 2 see me again.

He said, "They already know."

I said, "Oh really? What U just said?! Well, you tell them I said, 'Good-bye' and tell them that I SAID to tell them what U just said."

He can't even look me in the eyes--There is still a secret to be aired about he & I.

And they can't figure out how I'm so done with them & parts of this society that even if I wasn't chopped up into 10 million bits in those regards, I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole.

"Why don't U go down & ask Mike why he let me go today?"

No answer, "U don't get along with anybody. You don't listen to anybody."

"That's STILL your answer?!!! Even now?!! After the millionth time I've proven you wrong?!!"

Meanwhile, Sarah's running around issuing her usual, can't-believe-she-was-ever-my-mother insults.

She finally shut up with her constant, "You need to get a REAL job. U need to 40 (or whatever she said) hours per week!!!" when I said, seemingly out of nowhere, "Yoga is going to rise up in this city & overtake all evil and corruption. Including you. It is."

So if you're one of my practitioners, I'd no longer consider Watershed Cafe's pizza "good." Toxic, if not heartbreakingly bad, might be better.

But, in his own words, Mike Bries will help me in any way that he can--recommendations, references, etc. And not just a "good" one but "GREAT!!!"

How in God's name does that work.

Wish me not losing hundreds on the apt. that now the multiple-ish person in MY OWN HOMETOWN has now thrown into jeopardy.


No Mercy 2 Those Who Are Not On My Team.

Koh, Jin Hee

*Image of Amy Jin in Park Bench Prasarita Padottanasana (Same photo shoot)*

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Amy Jin

Teacher of Souls

Teacher of Yoga

www.WHATITISPOWERYOGA.blogspot.com

Freedom of Movement

to You

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Subject: Re: *+American Wall Of Shame--Watershed Cafe (Dubuque, IA): De LY:TM--W/7.10....
Date: 7/10/2013 3:07:28 P.M. Central Daylight Time

The corrections: "He says in an awkward,..."
"Maybe becuz he sobered up."
"shift (Add: my schedule) or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission who is able to keep themselves pure.
"to (Add: work) 40 (or whatever she said)"
"But, in his own words (Add: this morning), Mike Bries will help"

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Amy Jin

Teacher of Souls

Teacher of Yoga

www.WHATITISPOWERYOGA.blogspot.com

Freedom of Movement
to You

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The Magic Is In The Breath.

     There have been various references to "going and joining the circus" in the course of my adult life--light mentions while thoughts lingered on my Spirit-guided nature (Others have called it "gypsy," to which I say, "Whatever.") to someone I spent some time with, who was drawn to me my 1st year out of college, after my spiritual awakening, who had dated someone who had played volleyball for UIC and had gone Cirque Du Soleil.  He drew connections, prodded me with details to check 4 interest, then all-out said that he could see me doing the same.  I sensed it was a compliment but, at the time, thought it was one of the most off-kilter combos of my traits I had heard of.  Def., I was differently organized at the time, and far less self-aware and Self-Master.
     Acrobatics and Acro-ish influences swung in and out of my journey into Santa Monica Power Yoga Teacher Training, into establishing myself as a "real" yogi trying to plant and spread the seed, the Consciousness, the rewards in Kansas City.
     Chinese acrobatic performers catching my chi and attention by landing in about every city I have, signs cropping up at the few places I frequent with frequency.
     Amidst the community full of watchers to my daily yoga practice in the "studio" part of the state-of-the-art "Fitness Center" at the apartment community in Phoenix, where I was both taking refuge and taking a stand, a living sage and a yogi and little else, there was one former Las Vegan, also demolished by the Recession & its aftermath, who literally stared with his mouth open and his eyes glittering (Hi, _______.  I hope those Victoria's Secret Angels R smiling pretty for you).  He rushed me after my practice with his young daughter, with many questions, "I haven't seen anything like that since Cirque Du Soleil!!!  That was amazing!!!"  Thank you.
     The magic is in the Breath.
     Yesterday, I finally rented "Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away," since I did not get to see it in the theaters, as my interest had been interested in doing.  What helped me decide is, last night, the thought of not hearing words soothed my being.
     The freedom in the bodies, the purity and/or beauty that I saw, was nothing less than Bliss-created.  Bliss in expression.  There was Satya in it.  And yet, when it boiled right down to it, I thought that maybe if any of these beings did go into the Light, perhaps their lives were not given for saying so or explaining it.  Just to do, and to show, and to love and pass from this Earth as that.  It was not my mission.  Right now.  Perhaps it is already written in our breastplate--of what we R made and in what way we will serve this universe.  What gifts and how.
     Would any of us know God, systematically especially, if there were not prophets, messengers, and Teachers who spoke bravely, wrote the books, the texts, the manuscripts--the writing on the wall, so to speak, and literally?
     Perhaps many of us now can just watch the Light spectacular in color and effort, glistening, radiating purely out of a being literally set afire, spinning like Rumi in his Zero Circle, but originally, as energy, as vibration, with creativity and feeling and compassion burning a hole, almost, thru his or her heart, as passion, rage, love beyond I.D., terrifying sadness that covers the planet and spills over into the universe, realizing that Love is still the choice as it gives to the maximum capacity it can give while screaming, crying, climaxing, and flying, all at the same time.
     In that One breath.
     It is all there.
     That, for me, in my experience, is Yoga.
     In that reality, Source is.
     I am nothing else.

New Addition!: Designworks Salon, Wellness Spa, & Retail Center (Dubuque, IA)--From the E-Update Flow

Eenie Meenie Mynie Moe...Catch a Bigot By The Toe.

If She Hollars, Let Her Go,

Cuz There's Due Karma Down The Road.

True Story: Despite so-so intuitions, at best, about them in the past, from both a possible employment and tapas (yogic lifestyle) perspective, I decided to give Designworks Salon, Wellness Spa, and Retail Center a try upon landing in Dubuque last year, when I finally was in any sort of position to do so, following a New Client discount given 2 me by Sarah-Mom.

Over the past several months, I've touched base with them and the 1 or 2 other places in town involved in "green" Beauty, in the back of my mind due to my interests with Love Yoga: The Movement, in part just because it's an area of interest and, obviously, everyone needs to get their hair cut (Though I have tossed around the idea of shaving my head several times, and today would be a perfect reason to do just that in protest).

My 1st visit created for me a "New Customer Card," during which point I had a certain amount of months to use really rockin' discounts on a smattering of Services available at Designworks.

I ended up using all 4 of 5, though I admit I did a couple of them just to be nice. They were nice, seemed to enjoy my energy in the place, and some of the service providers were (seriously) considering coming to class.

Not the last visit, but the one before, I was checking out, and I was debating on the gratuity due to the fact that it was not a good job, not a great brand of product, further confused by the well-meaning Receptionist who ended up consulting me on my math (which was actually correct, at some point), resulting in a lower tip than I'd intended.

I went home, fixed my file job, and noticed major chips already the next day in my manicure, that I normally do myself (self-explanatory).

Anyway, when I got my bank statement, the amount from the confusing check-out actually was higher than it was supposed to be. I e-mailed them immediately, stating I didn't want to assume they'd fraudulently try to take extra gratuity, but here's the amount I thought it was--Plz reply.

A slew of e-mails said that they were really sorry for the inconvenience, that they were aware there was some confusion at the register. They eventually said they'd talk to leadership, and finally, that they'd just refund the 50 cents.

Uh, yeah. What in the world. Whatever had happened, all the way up until this point, I didn't even care anymore. I just wanted the bill settled without them trying to tell me what the tip was.

Today, I received a voice message from the 2 owners--Lori and Penny--who I'd been told wanted to make sure that "everything was o-kay" and to ensure that customer satisfaction whatever's were in place. Instead, Penny says something along the lines of, "We think that there's something strange going on...and we think U need to go somewhere else."

My mouth dropped, but the American Wall of Shame was right there, with all its other disgusting inhabitants still existing, operating as if they weren't harmful to us all, "Wait a minute. What did I do wrong? All I did was raise a flag about a mischarge on my statement, and now you're saying that if I called to schedule a service there, I wouldn't be allowed to? That I'm not WELCOME there?!"

That's exactly what she said. In the insane calm I've heard multiple times now from women of her demographic all across the country, she said, "You have a good day now. You have a good day."

I called the police for direction when I couldn't find the Better Business Bureau's number. They gave me the Human Rights Department number, "Yeah," I thought, not even wanting to think what I could've naturally thought given my past interactions with them. My short convo with Carol(e) Espinoso?a? was the same as usual. I explained the situation & said, "I think I've been banned from Designworks for questioning what amounted to 50 cents on 1 transaction." "Well, yes," she said (Sounded so much like the Mad Hatter in "Alice in Wonderland"), "She can definitely tell you to not come back for that."

I laughed thinking about the Human Relations Specialist for the city I'd thought about throwing my application in the ring for the past day or so. And make THEM the boss of my wisdom or intelligence--I DON'T THINK SO!!!

On the ironic side, I now hear that people pushing for 10-20% off their bills and free meals, bullying the employees, at TAIKO Japanese Steakhouse & Sushi Bar, has reached a noticeable high. But Dubuque's not still one of the silliest, most backwards places ever--which is why I said to Carol(e) Espinoso?a?, "Oh really? You don't think it has anything to do with race.  I highly doubt they'd do that to my WHITE MOTHER."

It never stops. Maybe society, including the Human Rights Department, will stand behind a racist restaurant that kicks me out for life because I choose orange juice instead of coffee

Let me reiterate: Scandal, corruption, &/or everyday sin/ignorance, not looking to head elsewhere anytime soon.

These R the places that do this kind of violence to my energy or their relationship to me.

Just warning U.

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*Image of Amy Jin in Supta Virasana on pavement (Phoenix, Arizona-2011)*
"I ask that life stop being a cliche...so that I no longer feel as if I have to go away to a mountain in order to experience a context--any context--that is real besides the ones I, alone, create."
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Love Yoga: The Movement
www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com
Dubuque, Iowa
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