Returning Divinity To This Planet

      One of the first things is being able to recognize it.
      Besides Bruce Lee, from where I sit in the human spectrum, I think Muhammad Ali when I think of inside-out Beauty in motion on this planet. True spiritual teachers who didn't eat their Wheaties. They WERE the Wheaties for all people, proving that true Masters speak in tongues just by getting up in the morning. I hope all my practitioners out there, and those who are currently not, learn from the power he commanded via his inability to act against his conscience and his magnitude to not only stand up and defend his Race but to elect a spiritual path that required that he bear the additional burden of being a religious minority, as well. Acknowledgement to the soul of Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr., who later became Muhammad Ali. The ring was just a metaphor.

      While up in Shakopee a couple summers ago, I was speaking with a woman who was running a cool apparel tent before the dancing started, and two Native women joined in. She was asking me about my journey, and I mentioned being from Iowa and that Native presence there has always seemed repressed, though I talked about visiting the Mounds with my family, as a little girl. Perhaps it was irony that my hair was probably in braids, and I remember a Tour Guide wanting to hold my hand and bring me up to the front as she led the Tour--at least on one occasion. There was a Native American meeting nearby in Wisconsin, open to the public, in recent years, but I never made it up there. Yet. I said that I liked Minnesota because the tribes seemed more free to be and exist as they should. And the two Native women chimed in that they, too, were from Iowa & just had their pow-wow, with a tinge of hurt and encouragement as they said so. They represented the Meskwaki Nation. I remarked, "Oh" and I knew and no one lets the rest of the state know about these things, especially over in Eastern Iowa. You'd think, where we are, Native Americans no longer exist. They walked away in thought after I said they should definitely let more people know.
      A few days ago, after Memorial Day, I have to say I saw the 1st television ad, ever, about the Meskwaki Nation Pow-Wow in August, and on KWWL (NBC affiliate), right after a special tribute ad to the Meskwaki Code Talkers who served during WWII. I still don't know what's more sorrowful--the irony of their service or the caveman-ness of war, in general, since we're here in 2016 and, where it may apply, you all still don't know how to do the right things, as a matter of everyday business, rather than invade, violate, and tear through the sacredness of Source God in a body, as if the gravity of that choice is anything less.
      I want everyone genuinely more happy again. That is how we will know we are doing much better and are much better, both.

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

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

-----Original Message-----
From: EternalLove47
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Sent: Tue, Dec 2, 2014 2:49 am
Subject: ***Final Words From Amy Jin--Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, M/12.1.2014***

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

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

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

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

Amy Jin

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

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

To Other Asian-Americans & Words Of Wisdom--

There is only one number that is acceptable in terms of needed presence in any given area where even one of us exists, and that is: "Many."

May we be united, as One, for all of our greater good, when we find ourselves there.

And the pen is mightier than the sword--and other forms of weaponry. It is lifted beyond the likes of Peace That Surpasses All Understanding but can smote out the most onerous opponent with one rightly placed series of words. Or perhaps one.

The great Kingdoms, ruled by otherworldly, Far Eastern ancients, who see this world through my jeweled eyes, and whose DNA causes my cells to Shine, call forth the Spirits that are the mountains and cause the oceans to rise at the parting of my lips--Shamen, they and I. We are harnessed and wielded thru the character in my characters, which has already changed the world.

On Music As Unifying Force:

A Dimension Of My Personal Contribution: We rocked the state & made a national name for ourselves, Wahlert High School, because I PIONEERED the undeniable integration of Hip Hop Music into the warm-up tape...as any solid athlete would. Similarly, I became one of few known Yoga Teachers, upon the commencement of stepping onto a yoga floor, to also lead people into the Light with predominantly Hip Hop & R&B, done Power Yoga-well. Anyone wanting to truly grasp soul, depth, endless resource, or perseverance would be well served to appreciate the truth of the African-American community. Just remember this: I had a predominantly Caucasian, packed, Saturday morning Power Yoga class at The Dubuque Community YM/YWCA, where someone was coincidentally, leaving a Time magazine, with Kim Jong Un on the cover (for me?)--like every Saturday, filled with notable figures & family members from both the Medical and Dental communities, Mental Health, Food & Beverage, a local Attorney at Cottingham & Butler?, college students, a high school football hunk and his bevy of female hotties, amongst others, all doing "The Wobble" at the end of class, just to make a point. EVERYONE did it. And EVERYONE nailed the footwork & transitions. Breaking people's stereotypes, including about themselves, is what makes my moon shine. And everyone spending their $$$ on drugs is like, "DuuUUUhhh, WHAAaaaaaAAAttT?" Yeah, keep smoking & sniffing your brain cells away. We'll see you later, when you formulate your next sentence. We're already turnt 100 levels up, & all we had to do was stand on our hands with our bhandas tucked for a few seconds.

Dubuque, "The Most Racist City/County In The Country," County Courthouse Case #SCSC076744: Globally Broadcast This.

In reference to my writing (See 1.19.2014 in the Archives), make sure you know that Attorneys from border-to-border in the state of Iowa, the Courthouse itself (clerks, magistrates, judges), the City Attorney's Office, local law enforcement, the Housing Department, representation from the City Council, the Human Rights Department, the most visible/involved Civil Rights organizers in the city, the Iowa Civil Rights Commission (which, to their credit, doesn't have jurisdiction over the courts, unfortunately, I found out), the Governor's office, Iowa Legal Aid/the Volunteer Lawyers' Project, the National Lawyers' Guild in Iowa, Kansas, and Missouri, I believe (all got copied), Attorneys here in Kansas City--doesn't matter which state, the head of the Kansas Bar, Kansas Legal Services...all...sit...and watch as these people continue to prey on me. The Justice Department never returned my call, likely because they were still tied up with holding Dubuque accountable for stacking all the cards against certain "types" of people, keeping them from living there, or making their lives a living hell, as they have mine. It just goes to show that you can be their minority-on-a-pedastal and experience a Neo-Nazi, concentration-camp-experiment state of existence when, in typical Iowa-style, they've got the whole homogenous ball of wax up there on telepathic, urgent telegram reception about you as a truth-bringing tsunami, threatening their backwards way of life, and you start to realize that even grown superiority in every other category doesn't matter to them when you leave their religion and lose all taste for their men and bigoted, hideous cultural mores. Somebody get them to give me my Appeal, instead of saying, "No one is going to help you in these situations. No one," and coming after me, in crisis and poverty and refugee-status they've created, CHARGING ME FOR IT, ANYWAY, retaliating against me by allowing the stealing of my money and personal belongings in a fraudulent contractual situation (lease as a tenant), blaming me for an act of God, everyone running from showing up to testify, including the Housing Department, since I didn't have money to subpoena EVERYONE--as my family's spreading evil s**t about me, everyone else is on drugs or divorce-due-to-infidelity, no one else will hire me due to the intimidation factor, and as my hub for teaching--about the only place to allow for independent voices--the Dubuque Community YM/YMCA is "squeeze-playing" me out to keep from paying me what even an average Teacher would be worth in that area, afraid as crap because I'M TOO POPULAR. I'D ASKED BOB MUELLER & JULIE LOTT TO TAKE THE DAMNED, FILTHY BASEBOARD HEATERS OUT, WHEN I WAS TOLD BEFORE SIGNING THEY DIDN'T WORK, BUT THEY REFUSED. Just to be clear, as I have written before, this is called "declaring war," and yet, they act as if Strength will not rise up to meet them. They will, in fact, call you "dangerous," even if you're completely non-violent and don't believe in weapons, much less realms more lifted than they are. And that's because the power of your Mind is more than enough. Your ability to see them and their ruling the world behind principles of Freedom that have become a painted cardboard backdrop, rather than a living, breathing experience, giving them license to continue to sin against God, have them rabid. So keep REPRESENTING. And I mean against anyone working on behalf of this Godlessness--Betrayers of many colors, you are officially tossed to the side. The thing is, overtakings always happen either by murderous force, as this country and other "empires" did, or thru those with God go-ahead somehow capturing the castle--thru the noblest means. It's that time. Keep in mind, however, that if you can't do what the majority demographic has still failed/all out refused to do, getting in the way of the Rapture, you'll be swiftly removed by Godhead, too. It's just the way omnipotence and omniscience works. Nobody wants another experience like the one we're in right now, except coming from equal, or even worse, incompetence but in some variety of earth tone. Other than a few Attorneys/officials, mostly in Des Moines--and "everyday people" here--& only after I fled the state--again--and probably years after I should've--offering deep, sincere apologies, testifying to my "clarity of mind" about everything, the rest are saying the only thing they could see their helping me with is filing personal Bankruptcy--and maybe without pro bono help. If that happens, here's what needs to happen. This place needs to come down, 100%, and needs to be started all over again from scratch. The land should be given back to the Native Americans. And I'm gonna be, hopefully, wherever I need to be, which may include back over in Asia, trying to figure out why South Koreans hate their own people.

Commercial Of The Century!--Caught During The 2016 Grammy's:

The #CATmageddon truth commercial. Awesome. Spot on. And rare in its genuine hilarity.

A Valentine's Day Musing Over A Realization Of Late:

      As someone who consciously left the householder path, at its threshold, now over 12 years ago, many of you know I have, experiencing everything I have in recent years, had to do too much soul assailant prevention, defense, and warfare, including against those whose love I'd thought was permanent already, to be open, flowy, and in love with all things after this path itself, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as the vows do go. Men, had, in fact, become exactly what they'd said about women--ever-present, abundant comrades, from every demographic strata--who were needy, wanty, wanting attention, time, engagement, and/or silly, wasteful expenditures of my resource, talent, or female-ness, in varying capacities, without being able to hold up their part of the unspoken soul contract or, in most cases, conscious and clearly explicated understanding for that moment or series thereof. My favorites have been my students, or practitioners, as I call you/them, with whom the honor code and due respect has mostly been in place, immediate, and which has allowed the very best that I can give to flow forward, in its highest form. The highest trust is built in the clarity and sacrifice in that understanding. Therefore, I have called myself "actively not dating" for years to save myself from the distraction, in some cases the sadness, disappointment that ensues when one after another attracted magnets, who I assess as "not my aspirants," become another being in need of my help, sometimes doing whatever necessary to keep me from due credit whilst, also, sucking, invading, and/or leeching from my Light, willfully not exalting me to status of Soul Teacher, Healer, or Leader as his darkness, issues, and bad archetypes of the male kind would take the highest kind of female Oracle and attempt to make her a slave--to his eyes, his mind, his chamber, or his construct(s), though it is clear he was drawn, in the first place, because all of hers take him Higher than anything, or anyone, ever has...even though she sets him Free, rather than beat or chain him down...though she invokes, even commands his loyalty without having to ask for it since she knows he belongs to Source God. I have had it called "a shame," "sad," and other things like it that I would not consider having a "boyfriend," marrying for safety, as opposed to demanding that this life, this nation, and the world stand at attention and love one another as we should. I have had it said by women of all ages and colors it is sad I do not look, as they do/have, to bear what would be such beautiful children, though my call to serve up the Messages I carry, to lead the codes sitting deep within my structure, stir both my life force and feminine Divine as rattles and baby books do for them. What I find most interesting, as I sound the global call for an end to ugliness, ignorance, violence, illegality, and war-as-the-answer, as I am asked how I do it, meaning live Bramacharya, or go without regular hook-ups--I mean, I so easily could--or kindly decline the next thing after a male's attraction, or use their pourings to feel beautiful, is that no one asks me, "What does it feel like to go, for so long, without being Loved back?" As if love, itself, is not the first requirement to open up Heaven's Door. In all that we do that is Right, much less in sexual everything.

You Know What "Crazy" Means...

In some rare instances, it means that you enrich everyone's lives that you're around, but you not only spread but are something that opens up realms of possibility of new height, new Source-given Freedom to the status quo, and people don't feel they're ready. Therefore, if you've called it in this direction, you've already belittled yourself. I didn't have to do it. Some of you who know even a little bit about one other historical figure I can think of, for sure, might know...those who know anything about the Bible.

"Crazy" means "doesn't agree with the current state of life, as we know it" and has either the complete absence of fear enough or God-given Purpose, or both, to make it known to others. It's been wisely said that if you voice a concern, it's ideal to also bring forth the antidote(s). My question, then, is in the case where you've already presented the ideal over and over and over again, then called those present "ignorant" for not minding what you've just done, which is ideal, why there should be any further discussion about who or what the problem is or how to deal with it.

The bottom line is, if the world truly was going against the grain of God or that which is deemed best for all that exists, how would you know? And who would you deem appropriate to sound the alarm? Or be amongst you as that Messenger to tell you what is Right? And at what point would the sheep herds start bahhh'ing, much less stampeding, in the right direction, if there was even just one person, albeit an all-important one, who could communicate the ultimate goal of all sheep, in the end, which is freedom, safety together, and probably to produce as much wool, or whatever they naturally would, that would benefit all of life as much as possible?

Be quite careful in casting the erroneous stones of foul presences who have gone before you. Both Enlightenment and insanity are defined by leaving one's mind, however, one is divinely ordered. The other is due to wreckage, sewage, and/or unmanageable trauma...or a combination of these...whilst disconnected from Source. Unless you are genuinely above it, it is written into the human psyche that we become what we condemn. Much better, then, young Learners, if there is even a question as to what you might be interfacing with, to call it "enlightened," if that's what you feel it is because in casting out your Teacher, you'll not only find yourself insane, then, by your own foible and Wrong, but without the Bright Light with which to find your way to the tunnel to make it out of your tomb before you're gone.

On World Peace--

      The world will experience true peace, in every nook, cranny, and corner, only when a supreme ruler comes to power who, one way or another, leads them all, and contains the very best of what humanity has to offer in every dimension of his/her person--the spiritual radiating into the empirical thru this being, or beings. The only purpose of life, for any of us, is to aspire to excellence, or perfection, while we are alive, in every regard. Destinies, along the way, will be revealed, however, if this is the chosen direction for all of life, we will all always end up all the better for it. We have created things that we lose ourselves in, and they are not even God--do not contain even the Magic Sparkle of Source.

Coincidence, And 2 Nuggets And The Bottom Line From Tuesday Night's Democratic Presidential Debate:

      A series of interviews, mostly with "Management" now associated with them but the word "Corporate" thrown in a lot, have all gone flip floppy on me, as has become usual, but at least they're being produced, which means there are many people concentrated in one area again willing to fight in the direction of what's Right, even if they don't know exactly what to do with me--or in general, in my now-obvious attempt to fight for my life in the current socio-political-economic climate that is the United States of America. I go to get a vegetarian burrito yesterday, for my breakfast-lunch-and-dinner, which turns into a really long interview with a genuinely cool, Mexican-American, former John Deere Salesperson turned Food General Manager, from Phoenix, who can see me clearly, has a desire to help me/Love Yoga:The Movement bring Excellence, on a new level, to this world in a fair and commensurate-as-possible context, and who clearly has leadership ability of his own. The connection seems solid (So rare nowadays) so that it makes me almost choose it immediately over other seemingly better options still hanging in the loom. I come back, check my e-mail, and AOL News cites Hillary Clinton is showing interest in Julian Castro as her potential VP--I believe the same age as my potential chosen Hiring Manager. It struck me as uncanny, to say the least.

      Wow. http://www.helpchangewalmart.com/--Try to find the 2? ads that played during commercial break, and the ad for https://www.numbersusa.com/petition
      My thought was, "If you put all 5 of these people together, we'd have the Superhuman we all need and, ultimately, seek to run this country."
      And one pre-, one post-debate revelation/reflection: South Korea had a female President a long time ago, I believe, so interesting there's a holdup here...And we'd be better served thinking of our two, historically, ruling parties as Yin and Yang, looking at it from an Eastern perspective, rather than directly opposed--I sense that's what they were meant to be--for us all to experience a context that's complete.

Ultimate Irony From The Bible Belt--My Muslim Brothers Are More Christ-Like Than The Ones Who Actually Attend Church?

      Identified Dark Ninjas that have just further jeopardized & wasted my time and life, consciousness & enlightenment everywhere, & the sanity & credibility of the Midwest as anything good it used to be--

Chung, Owner of Asian King Buffet in Dubuque, who, given the already-experienced events below, suggests V.I.P. guest'ing from:

Stanislav Gudyma's
Dennis Hanson's...

which led to another bad suggestion that ended in the breach of a yogic study contract & horror by Tim Manning, all of Dubuque.

Complete details to follow.

      Something marked, however, happened during this period. Well, many things, but the most important is something that was actually started by my former employer, Kababesh Grill & Bar (Overland Park, KS), and my old chef friend there, Zubair. It's called "realize & repent"--a necessity to the process of real forgiveness. Meaning there was admission, genuine regret, expressed apology, expressed UNACCEPTABILITY OF THE SAME WRONGS/DEAL-BREAKING MISTAKES moving forward, & offering of new, mutually benefiting ties.
      THAT, my friends, is the Kansas City I used to know, the kind of class, dignity, polish, & everything-ness this world is currently missing, & the missing link in the practices of self-identified Christians everywhere--Roman Catholics in Dubuqueland probably the worst. A teaching example of how to be more like Christ from a Muslim, Pakistani-run establishment. As I've always said, enlightenment & ultimate intelligence speaks in tongues. Not just to the human heart--the soul. Of this country and any one that will ever exist.
      REPENT before God & your fellow man, who is the manifestation of Source, to the extent that he/she will be.

Hillary Clinton's Town Hall Was The Bomb.

I was like, "Wow. She's a Beautiful woman, even in person." And, at the same time, to be frank, I also equally enjoyed the Republican Primary Debate. I thought, for the 1st time, there was authenticity, or at least more unabashedness, and not just from Trump, coming from the "conservative Right," sans the extremism of the mysterious Tea Party that had me saying in recent years, "YUCKKKK--Where the heck did THAT come from?!!!" May the best being win. Period. I don't care. When we care more about returning to a merit-based society, couched in a love of Source of all pathways and the land that we live on, we will all win. A person acting on behalf of Source that leaves no child of God behind is the ultimate goal as Ruler of the World. We'll see who gets there 1st. And, at this point, I'm willing to open up that belief in possibility in the direction of any nation that's enlightened enough to reign it in. It's not nearly as important who starts it. Someone has to. And, for every reason under the sun, it might as well be us.

Support Leaders, And Hold Wisdom & Inner Strength As The Highest Bars.

I got the other day that there is absolutely no reason to do anything but to hold our leaders (meaning in this country but in general) up in these times. Nothing more to say. We have no room to do anything else. I hesitate to say "time."

1 Wing-y Ding-y...2 Wing-y Ding-ies...

The only other thing worse than being double-standard protected-class discriminated out of Buffalo Wild Wings (Dubuque) in March (with condoning of that from Corporate) is having it be for sending my broken phone background image of myself, in a funny/protest e-mail, recently sent in a scrappin'-from-the-trenches portfolio, with the help of a not-so-minor name in Yoga/Fashion in this country, to Meredith Model and Talent Agency in St.Paul, who were interested in receiving a submission from me while I was trying to relocate to MN last Summer/Fall...and finding out the City of Ferguson isn't the only one trying to wrongfully charge their down-n'-out minorities for profit. The Dubuque County Courthouse won't allow me an Appeal, with a Waiver of Fees (legitimized by current income) already approved, now perfected, & has been confirmed is on file they won't acknowledge (just because?) in the slumlord landlord case from last year, & Legal Aid, the Volunteer Lawyers' Project, and all the Attorneys in Dubuque and the State of Iowa have run when I've called & gone into hiding, citing "conflicts of interest" (like maintaining the disgraceful status quo?) and "discomfort/lack of experience in Civil Rights" as reasons to keep me playing Attorney for myself and everything I represent, without a J.D...but they'll charge me for the Appeal and won't take it off my bill. And will come after my State of Iowa tax refund, instead. So much for doing as the Romans do. Back 2 BWW's (I don't have to say I've never considered any of these--things--jobs, right, since leaving Corporate my first year or a few out of college?): I was working, without getting paid, while being helped by Regional with looking at commensurate Corporate jobs back in Minneapolis, from home to purge the long-time soap opera of a restaurant of workplace violence (I was physically threatened there twice, unprovoked), bullying/hazing as a culture, being a condoned workplace for addicts & illegal drug users (which explains the workplace violence), etc...One of the Asst. Managers came up to me & asked how my silverware-rolling was going in a bad Chinese accent (Irony: This is still my hometown)...Signs were going up on the door saying they were needing quality employees, especially in light of a rash of current ones launching mad attacks on the location via twitter & social media. No one was fired. Except me. And, in a final "The End" to all currently existing ties, except those of Light, in this country, I'm now seeking protected class refuge in the same corporate hotel as I did in 2010, before trying to get back to L.A., for my (former) adoptive parents trying to fraudulently commit me, adding more fix-it annoyances to my list, since now I have to turn more quacks and parts of Dubuque, Iowa's infrastructure in to the authorities for cultural ignorance, bad Medicine, and attempting to (terrifyingly mis)diagnose someone with little to no background or the license to do so. Whoops!--What would happen if everyone was more intelligent, enlightened, educated and/or gifted than all the people in Dubuque put together, where self-healing and Healing's concerned, and also knew their Rights? If you don't want someone's unfinished sext dousing your "Traditional or Boneless," when they finally emerge from hiding in the bathroom all that time to maintain their illusion that the world ISN'T about to blow under current circumstances, with the multiple partners they now call normalcy (Texting on duty is another break of policy, by the way), or to pay for upsetting someone in the city infrastructure by walking in a minority or someone otherwise disadvantaged who has the capability of sticking up for yourself, I'd advise heading for the border or begging one of the last standing Chiefs or Shamen on the nearest Reservation to take you in as a protege. It's becoming clear to me those of us holding down Wisdom or real "American" ideals are, as I've been told, perhaps now, truly, an endangered species. Oh--and if you end up on my E-Update List and get a change-in-contact-information e-mail containing other information pertaining to whatever mountain I'm currently being forced to climb and Love Yoga: The Movement, you don't have to fire me when you're already retaliating against me at work, anyway. Simply reply "Unsubscribe" like everyone else who can't hold the Light. And fire at least a few other people you watched attack me at work from months ago to at least pretend that you care...much less about policy and/or law.

Practice The Old Tradition Only With Yogs Who Have Received The Blessing From Guruji's Family

Leave all others where they lie. Ashtanga, the King's Yoga, may those who defile Eastern spirituality immediately find a new path. This country & area continues to be overtaken by wolves in sheep's clothing. Do you relegate yourself to the God of yogic and Hindu understanding?  If not, go away in shame, never to step again on the mat.  You are the anti-Christs the extremist Christians speak of.  You are petty fools who make sacrilege of our national identity and your income by making it acceptable to the Oppressor, as real Yogs are crucified because of the sad and easy option you provide with your pathetic existences.  You set no one Free but your own play in the illusion and addiction that Yoga and the will of God of all peoples seeks to dismantle.  You have no honor, no respect for the Journey of Souls.  You embody the Atlantis this nation has become where all actors are Z-List actors, and the sewage of racist Masters still holds the bar.  Happy Rev.Dr.M.LK., Jr. Day, United States Of America.  Sweet Dreams...

I LOVE John McCain.--

      I liked this guy, without knowing much about him, BEFORE going down to Phoenix in 2010 & fighting the crap that was going on there, just by being down there, & I watched with a bit of hesitation as he jumped on the President Obama-bashing bandwagon a little bit in the past several years...but this is likely why I'm still in awe. I apologize for not sharing this the moment I wanted to, which was when I read it. Well-written article, also. High tuning forks take the cake, & this proves why he is a man of Might in our country who should receive reverence for what he's been through and, after, for what he continues to represent:

12/09/2014 1:36pm EST

"WASHINGTON -- Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), the only member of the U.S. Senate who personally knows what it means to be tortured, on Tuesday strongly defended the Democratic-led Senate investigation into the CIA's post-9/11 interrogation program, saying the agency's activities 'stained our national honor, did much harm, and little practical good.'

'...Most of all, I know the use of torture compromises that which most distinguishes us from our enemies, our belief that all people, even captured enemies, possess basic human rights, which are protected by international conventions the U.S. not only joined, but for the most part authored,' the senator added.

'...Our enemies act without conscience. We must not,' he said."

The High Road is the best road. Do read the full article at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/12/09/john-mccain-says-cia-tort_n_6295986.html

Details Arrived. Rape Is Rape.

Subject: ***Send Love To MN/Sending Love: From Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, S/9.13.2014***
From: Amy Jin
To: Peops
Sent: 9/13/2014 11:45:57 A.M. Central Standard Time

      Hey, Love Yoga: The Movement peops--Please send this positive energy. I received money that, now, my former practitioner seems unwilling to even call Spiritual, ironically, in the amount of the cash he ran away with during my time trying to get relocated from his place. Apparently he still doesn't understand the consequences of what he's created, & I'm hoping to not have any further issues with him since the amount doesn't make sense or is still strangely connected to his past wrongs--not like the rumored $20,000 he was bragging to have kept for over 2 years as seed money to help open a Love Yoga: The Movement shala/center for healing & the Work &, ironically, the same amount that was placed(, instead?,) into a high-stakes investment while I was there (on my energy--They don't call me "The Jin" for nothin'!), as both the Movement & I went to the bottom of his priority list, as he attempted to soul rape me, instead.
      I am helping to bring Peace to a neighbor situation, here in East St.Paul, with the new friend I am staying with, whose Dad was a former deputy here & whose Mom was/is a Nurse--with racial question marks, etc. Kind of nice to be the bridge, as I'm supposed to be. Not the violated.
      There are a lot of situations out there, from what I'm seeing, hearing about, & hearing from some of you. Remember: Start with yourself. The only way to create a perfect world is to believe & create it by choice. And it is possible. Or at least, let's strive for A's, rather than barely passing. Feel me?
      Love to my Guardian Angels, Aric Berg (my local Motorsports Hero)(Image of Berg) & Grant LaRock (Photo of Grant)(If you're on social media, & they are, send them love, & tell them who you are!), who've helped me get this far, after the Artist (David Culver) I was staying with in Bay City turned out to be another person/place worth evacuating, however, connecting with him about his actual sculpture & paintings the last day I was there (Thursday) was enjoyable & valuable to my path.
      I'm at Grant's in St.Paul right now, so (Grant's #) if you absolutely have to get a hold of me. No Phone or Internet (yet), besides his cell (with discretion), from his place.

Wish Me Luck In Getting Relocated Successfully Here, If That's In The Cards--Or Perhaps
Something Back In One Of My Former Homes!
Namaste.

Peace Without Rugs
"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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www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com
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Subject: HIGHLY IMPORTANT: Re: ***The Best News Of 2014! & Updated Contact Information: From Amy Jin Schmelzer & Love Yoga: The Movement, T/9.23.2014***
From: Amy Jin
To: All The Peops, Including Grant
Sent: Thu, Sep 25, 2014 8:11:19 PM

      Feedback requested. The details are forthcoming since I have plenty to say about it, & it's been coming out as Spoken Word from my e- during my practices...Grant has actually said to "Go ahead" & ask for feedback on the classic craigslist predator-ness of this or not, but...
      After having to go over the definition of "rape" with him, since that's what happened, & subsequently drawing such strong boundaries but finding the Women's Shelter & other more immediate options unavailable, continually not helpful, etc., do you think I should:

A. Run
B. Wait it out. He'll become sane in your Presence.
C. Both--Do it in a strategy, as someone who is already sane & not a predator with an Asian(-American) fetish will most certainly have to step forward.
D. Rent a car & sleep in it near the new place you definitely love working at?

      Note: Since drawing the aforementioned boundaries, there is a newly unemployed, Thai, 25-year-old Nanny who my valued host has been dating online, who is now sitting in his room waiting for him to come back from a little shift he has to work, despite my cries last night, at being told that he is DISGUSTING BEYOND IMAGINATION & has literally nailed on the head what the stream of obsessed fans before him have danced around since the end of June, now in multiple states!
      He says this is NOT weird at all--that I, OF ALL PEOPLE, should understand helping someone, even if it's a 1-bedroom house where a sheet & a fort are my bedroom door. Just to be sure I'm still alive & in this country, I thought I'd run it by all of you.

Peace Without Rugs
"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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-----Original Message-----
From: An Amy Jin/Love Yoga: The Movement Supporter
To: Amy Jin
Sent: Thu, Sep 25, 2014 3:16 pm
Subject: RE: HIGHLY IMPORTANT: Re: ***The Best News Of 2014! & Updated Contact Information: From Amy Jin Schmelzer & Love Yoga: The Movement, T/9.23.2014***

      RUN, Sweetie!

Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone

Subject: Re: HIGHLY IMPORTANT: Re: ***The Best News Of 2014! & Updated Contact Information: From Amy Jin Schmelzer & Love Yoga: The Movement, T/9.23.2014***
From: Amy Jin
To: Said Person
Date: 9/25/2014 2:17:52 P.M. Central Standard Time

      I know, but where?

Note: Thru the synchronicity of my Path & Purpose, it was brought quickly and immediately to my attention, following this E-Update, that another young woman in Red Wing had told people close to her that Grant also raped her under similar circumstances and in similar fashion. To my knowledge, she has not yet reported it, despite my encouragement for her to do so, via the aspirants who brought me that information. As of the posting of this piece of Journey Truth, the St.Paul Police Department remains consciously unwilling to investigate and won't even go to Margaret Street and knock on the door and ask if this happened and if he has, in fact, preyed upon other women, namely of my Race, who he postures himself as "helping" or "wanting to help," specifically when he can tell they're good people stuck in a terrifying situation, needing a basic support system and a home.

PROBLEM! for our country and Minnesota's state Capital.

A Reflection Piece While The Update Comes--

http://www.edgemagazine.net/2014/10/i-see-the-rising/

Back From The MN Male Predator Tour:

The Love Yoga: The Movement Tour via Red Wing, thru Bay City, Wisconsin, up to the "good part" of E.St.Paul (Not in the house where I stayed!), as I have started to detail below, turned into one predatory host after another, helping to crystallize the true definition of "help" & "V.I.P. guest," devastatingly, via the complete opposite. More on that later. In the meantime, Minnesota, especially the Twin Cities, you are AMAZING--a separate universe in Midwestern living. I miss you already. Tae Guapo, do it big with your Light. Shine it so bright. Stand up, "Generation Y" or what have U!!! You vote every day you breathe on this planet!!! What's worth keeping? What's worth leaving behind? CREATE...with clarity, consciousness, and courage!!! Leave behind the pathway of escape routes, and live and die DOING and BEING YOU.

The Church Of The Fallen Angels--Those Who Cannot Hold The Bar Of Love Yoga: The Movement--Ask, & You Shall Receive:

      I asked Source to uncover the Truth, even within my Movement. Unfortunately, this is what I've most recently uncovered. From the E-Update flow (E-mailed/in general corrections included in parentheses)...

***EMERGENCY: An E-Update From Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, W/8.27.2014!***
Thu, Aug 28, 2014 11:10 pm

Practitioners & Chosen Connections of Love Yoga: The Movement: Please send highest thoughts & Rightful outcome.
      I was receiving text messages & voicemails after I had dinner with my new friend (who is married with 4 children, for those who need clarification. Thank you for those who do not!) hours ago that I did not receive until after that time from Brett, the practitioner I've been reporting that I'm staying with here/how I've been, stating that he was evicted & that I should return to move all my stuff to an unknown location. Actually he kept saying, "(we're evicted)," but it's hard to understand that at all, at this point since the police are now involved as he & I got into a confrontation in the street outside his apartment, when I discovered, in the pouring rain, that he'd gone into all of my stuff, thrown it in garbage bags, done whatever with it (still unknown), & tied up my Zuma 125 in the trailer he'd gone to get, as well as half of my things, then proceeded to purposefully lock me out of both the apartment and the trailer, as I attempted to gather all my belongings to me, after (my fellow Child of The New Earth) had said to me before I got out of his car, "DO NOT go anywhere else with this guy--ever." When he took off with my things, locking me out of my purse/wallet & temp. cell phone & all of my things, (my fellow Child of The New Earth) said to get in the car--we were going to follow him. This led to a chase to Brett's brother's house, where he lied about staying there for the night & that he would get me a hotel room & give me the things out of the trailer, at least. He did not do the latter, & further investigation by both (my fellow Child of The New Earth) & I & authorities proved he was not staying with Bartt, nor did Bartt or Melanie, his wife, know anything of his staying there. Neither he nor LuAnn, the landlord (not "neighbor") who apparently had evicted Brett at the end of last month? (which I also found out about tonite), will answer calls or texts from the authorities, even though I found out tonight that LuAnn, his slumlord landlord at hand in the Phone/Internet issues, works with the police force, though she is not "licensed" but Community-Oriented. (My fellow Child of The New Earth) was arguing with Brett at both Bartt's house then here at the hotel. I've stated severe concerns about the lack of action by the police force, Brett's claim to show up tomorrow to let me get my things in his trailer, & just how I will get to or regather the things still at the apt., hoping to God they are all safe & there.
      (My fellow Child of The New Earth/former-1st-Responder superhuman!) has said that he has a transition plan for me, both in safe places to stay & possibly income. He was actually a landlord I had gone along on the ride with to see a bigger, better place to live in the last few days.
      I am beyond devastated on behalf of this world.
      In addition to a number of SPAM comments tonight on the website, I also received this, possibly from some new people who have found me thru dropped Resumes/Word of Mouth? since apparently everyone is talking about it, though most comments are that I look like a Supermodel who belongs in California. You act as though I care or want that. My comments are below. Again, nothing like being attacked by the same types of people from multiple dimensions over & over & over again. My only prayers are that Source washes them away without question or hesitation.
      I have never gone more into enlightenment in the Light in hell.

"Love Is The Medicine"

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Anonymous said...
      My friend told me about ur site. I have to say... people like you are the reason yoga has any bad name. Reading ur articles u are racist beyond belief... hopefully no one buys into ur BS!!!
      Thursday, August 28, 2014 9:12:00 PM

Amy Jin Schmelzer said...
      Hmm. This looked like SPAM, but I thought it might actually have a few brain cells behind it. Doesn't mean any intelligence, but please know that I am a Messenger of Source, and all of my statements are bold proclamations of truth from perfect presence in all of my experiences, including this one. And, by the way, you're just helping validate every single thing I've written. Why don't you & your friend(s) be brave & make yourself publicly known, what your background is, and what credentials you have to even speak in my direction. How 'bout if I am Right, & your life is a waste, you immediately perish. That's not a question but a request on behalf of the only things Pure & Virtuous left on the planet, including myself.
      Thursday, August 28, 2014 10:49:00 PM

Amy Jin Schmelzer said...
      P.S. I can't imagine what you actually look like.
      Thursday, August 28, 2014 10:50:00 PM

Namaste.

Peace Without Rugs
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*To be removed from the Love Yoga: The Movement Database, simply respond to this e-mail and say that. This Database is reserved for Love Yoga: The Movement Love Offerers/Donors, paid Healing/Spiritual Illumination clients, V.I.P. colleagues, my connections in related industries, regular practitioners of the work itself, and others in the moment becuz I say so. Those of U carbon copied are not, technically, on the List. U R considered "extended family" & may or may not be included on any given E-Update, based on my intuition.*

---Next E-Update:

From: Amy Jin
To: A Positive Connection In The Red Wing Area
Subject: Fwd: ***EMERGENCY: An E-Update From Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, W/8.27.2014!***

      "A friend of Brett's who sent the following to my database, after invading it..."

-----Original Message-----
From: Amy Jin
To: intuitjean ; imastandupguy
Cc: *Love Yoga: The Movement E-Update List*
Sent: Fri, Aug 29, 2014 8:28 am
Subject: Re: ***EMERGENCY: An E-Update From Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, W/8.27.2014!***

      Jeannie, I'd have to consult an attorney, but it seems when you're invading my personal contacts to issue complete lies about me with a federal-level badge, that's grounds not just for firing but criminal prosecution.
      I have already called the FBI about you & will do so. Too bad you missed what happened yesterday, just to add further karma to your plate.
      Where Spiritual Teachers & Seers go, you're an outdated Apple IIC, & I'm a just-arrived futuristic model with all the bells & whistles.
      You might try asana instead of chain-smoking, from what I hear.
      And some of them already know about the stalker candles in his apt.
      Weren't you the one after his first manic episode that told him to tell me to "kick him, beat him, & scream at him?" My response, of course, was that I'd just hoped he'd practice Yoga.

I Am Turning You In. It Seems My Writing Doesn't Keep People Like You Away Nearly Enough From Me Or My Light. Brett, You Need To Be Here Imminently With My Belongings & Ensure I End Up In One Place With All My Things In Perfect Condition, As Promised.

Hello,
      My name is Jeannie. I am a psychic and I have an FBI Agent number. I am writing all of you today to try to help a friend. His name is Brett whom I've known 30 years. Some of you may know him as imastandupguy. I would say all of you know Amy Jin in one way or another.
      Recently I have been in contact with Brett. He told me about the many things that have happened concerning Amy Jin. How she makes herself the victim. How everything that happens to her is the cause of another person/s actions or inactions. How Brett was called a thief by stealing $120 dollars from her. (The check he wrote Amy was lost in the mail it was deposited a week later.) How there is no work within the area that Brett lives. (I checked that one myself, there's over 100 jobs available in a 15 mile radius of Brett.)
      Brett has helped Amy as much as he can, and he continues to help her. Just recently Brett has offered to take Amy to the Mall Of America so she can buy new clothes, on Bretts dime. Even though Amy has threatened to sue him and his landlords. She has also talked about suing a local Dry Cleaner in Red Wing. She has also threatened to call the Police and pressing charges against Brett. Brett left his house for four days over that one
      The real reason I am sending this email is to let anyone know who is thinking about helping Amy, you're probably better off refusing to help her. Tell her your mother in law is visiting, even if you're not married. She is sue happy. In my opinion she would sue over anything, she needs the money. If you offer her a place to stay then evict her she will threaten to sue you.
      Be careful how you help Amy, you may regret it. Brett will continue to help her, he knows how to handle her and her threats. Amy can stay in Bretts apartment indefinitely, he is planning to travel for work to various Nuclear Power Plants and Oil Refineries in our nation. Walla! House Sitter.
      In closing don't believe Amy and don't worry about her.

This e-mail and any attachments are confidential. If you are not the intended recipient, you may not disclose, copy, distribute or use this e-mail or its attachment.

---Next E-Update:

From: Amy Jin
Subject: Re: ***EMERGENCY: An E-Update From Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, W/8.27.2014!***
Fri, Aug 29, 2014 9:01 am

      Officer Brian Metling & Mund, the officer I've been in contact with about the damage to cars outside Brett's apt., just told me that Brett was on a lease (He's not), that he was not evicted yesterday, & that he is being allowed to put all of my stuff in his vehicle--that he just wants me out of his apt. & that that's what happened yesterday. He is also being allowed to hold my things hostage, & the police are now saying Brett's a "nice guy" who put me up in this hotel & would be happy to give me a ride back to Iowa & that that would be safe.

-----Original Message-----
From: Brett Albarado
To: eternallove47
Sent: Sat, Aug 30, 2014 7:04 pm

Amy Jin, Are you ok, do you need anything?

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(No subject)
From: Brett Albarado imastandupguy@yahoo.com
To: eternallove47@aol.com
Sun, Aug 31, 2014 2:00 pm

Amy Jin,
      I talked Luanna into letting us stay at the apt. It is at a price though of $100 more a month.

---Next:

(No subject)
From: Amy Jin eternallove47@aol.com
To: imastandupguy imastandupguy@yahoo.com
& Sent To Peops
Sun, Aug 31, 2014 2:07 pm

      I am devastated by this ending & scared of you thru the roots of my feet. This is the most horrific ending possible from my choice to head in your direction to help my Movement.
      Ideally, I need a place to stay from Tues. thru Saturday, at least, to determine if there is work for me in this area. If there isn't, I need a U-Haul large enough for my 125, someone who knows how to tie it down--likely (my awake friend who witnessed the whole thing, aforementioned) or someone in Motorsports--& I will then need to have enough $, etc. to take it, with all my things packed, back to Dubuque where things are what they are there--Hopefully, people have had realizations they've needed to in my absence & my leaving as they forced me to.
      You have also broken an angel given to me by one of my Spiritual Teaching audience members from U.C.O.P. So ironically, like the Barbie left by the theiving landlord & fix-it guys at Arlington Street, the head was perfectly cut off, in perfect timing with the news release about James Foley.
      Unless you will undo what you did or otherwise make possible what now seems impossible, again, given Jana (Readers: Another badly & sadly misinformed connection of former practitioner similarly involved in my time trying to relocate to Red Wing in this time), Jeannie (Still will move forward with getting the right answers on her heinous action in writing to the E-Update List, which I leave out in the open because I am pure), etc., as I stated clearly, you are no longer affiliated with my Work, Love Yoga: The Movement, & until it is not the case, you have put my life in danger in far greater amount than anyone thus far, including Sam & Sarah.

Peace Without Rugs
"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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(No subject)
From: Brett Albarado imastandupguy@yahoo.com
To: eternallove47@aol.com
Sun, Aug 31, 2014 4:41 pm

Amy Jin,
      I told you, I would take you myself. Not rent you a room, not rent you a U-Haul. Especially when I can rent a U-Haul trailer, take you back, drive myself back for a $100, and in less than a day. Or better yet have (aforementioned Child of The New Earth) do it. Take responsibility for your actions, learn from that lesson/lessons then move on. Wynn isn't going to say you threatened him with a lawsuit for no reason. You scared Wynn and Luanna with the thought of being sued. They had no problems with us here until that happened. You also have 3 witnesses to your stuff falling off the cart you were pushing. When I put your stuff in plastic bags so it wouldn't get wet from the rain, I placed your stuff very gently in the bags. I didn't drop any bags from your room to the trailer. I set everything on the floor of the trailer, not stacked, so there was no chance of anything falling and being damaged. Once again take responsibility for your actions. So, who is pure? You are just like all
      off us we all make mistakes. I learned a lot about you, and I seen the effects of the bullying, the...(Details omitted)...abuse from your family. Jeannie received a lot of responses from the e-mails she sent. The main response in general was: Hope to see more e-mails like yours exposing the truth. Another response in various wording, Self Obsessed Pathetic Rants, always the victim. Your loyal following is wondering how you can have so many problems with the Law, Evictions and Employers. But are they loyal, their only loyalty is to not saying anything because they don't want to be removed from your list because your emails are a form of entertainment to them.
      I personally think you would make an excellent life partner and a good mother because of everything you've experienced in your lifetime. I know you wouldn't treat your children the way you've been treated and you would defend your children.
      Look for a partner that appreciates you and all that you're about. A partner that realizes all that you have to offer. A partner that will protect you and your family. A partner that can be, and will be there for you and your family.
      Good Luck in your future!
      P.S. I haven't eaten all day. do you want to get something to eat

---Next E-Update:

-----Original Message-----
From: Brett Albarado
To: eternallove47
Sent: Mon, Sep 1, 2014 8:14 am

Amy Jin,
      I miss your presence. I will miss watching you become successful. I will miss your Happy Stride. I will miss all the good in you. But most of all I will miss the Mystical, Magical, Marvelous Amy Jin.
      You are Appreciated, Loved and Protected. You are Success!

-----Original Message-----
From: Amy Jin
To: imastandupguy
Cc: *Amy Jin's E-Update List*
Sent: Mon, Sep 1, 2014 2:06 pm
Subject: Man Up. Psychopath & Psychopathic Liar Admission Needed.

      Brett, you broke the angel (Family heirloom given to me as a gift by someone who had attended my spiritual lectures at the Unity Church of Overland Park [KS], back in the day, ironically). I didn't even have to leave more than a voicemail with the corrupt cop who was yelling that you weren't even evicted, making excuses for your not showing up on time with my personal belongings you stole/took hostage for him to file a police report, & I am going to continue to follow up with them about you, including you & your insane connections taking off after me in order to adult-kidnap me & psychologically twist me into your criminal game, according to Source & the United States of America.
      Why don't you forward those e-mails & disclose who's saying what? I've requested that info. from them. I warned you to leave my database alone. You should do that.
      I will take one last Love Offering to make up for what you have done, which is torture & keep me from forward movement for 8 weeks, break both my alarm clock & statuette--both of which were in totes or bags I did not drop. I asked you to not touch my things. You did that. Take responsibility for your need for mental help & also putting your hands all over my belongings, then running away with them, as you did my cash. You are finished, Brett.
      Please pass on any belongings of mine, that Love Offering to close up & complete your desire to help with living and transportation needs & the continuation of my life & Movement, but after that, or if you don't, either way, your time with me, & anyone connected to you, or anything I do, is over. All further communications are to be sent to either the Dubuque's or Red Wing's Police Departments. They are to reach me at my e-mail address until a non-fraudulent home & income flows are procured.
      You are hideous to me, as both a person and a soul. I hope you understand how much I feel that & have always felt that on any level other than as a non-biased, enlightened Teacher & Leader of Souls. As a man, I wouldn't have said anything more than a friendly "Hello" to you, as I would anyone else, at any point in knowing you. You should take some time to absorb that & how frightened you should be of yourself, given that, & embarrassed for the rest of your life.

Peace Without Rugs
"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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-----Original Message-----
From: Amy Jin
To: imastandupguy
Cc: *Amy Jin's E-Update List*
Sent: Mon, Sep 1, 2014 2:22 pm
Subject: Re: Man Up. Psychopath & Psychopathic Liar Admission Needed.

      And, in front of everyone, besides those who already know, it was my Spiritual Guidance that led you back here to Red Wing to confront the horrors of your past & also finally find financial stability. You. Are. Welcome.
      Why didn't Jeannie tell everyone what my reaction was when you offered to take me shopping for clothes, of all things, rather than do or help me establish any Power Yoga here?
      And you should share that I told you that I wouldn't accept your backing for a shala anymore weeks ago, if you offered me one tomorrow...amongst all the other things that aren't on there because you wanted a house sitter and a sex slave like the 25-year-olds on your Yahoo Messenger, screen saver, & past? Most Asian (not -American)? Hey, but the crotch shot of the girl who wanted to chat with me one of my 1st days in your jail cell of a home wasn't proof enough.
      Some of you remember my delinquent student down in Phoenix with the Asian porn collection. Brett was warned about anything like this & about sexual harrassment, which he was fired from UNITY School of Christianity for, which he denies...which I'd accept if I didn't see him get hauled out of the building as the only witness when it happened in the employee break room, & if he hasn't been warned since he tracked me down in 2010 when I was still in Phoenix for "Spiritual Guidance work that you do that I've always wanted to do" exactly that--sexually charged language, harrassing information, & an inability to stop. As of 2014.

You & Jeannie & Any Of My Students Who've Already Issued The Ultimate Betrayal By Encouraging Your Criminality Deserve Jail Cells Together, Which Definitely Would Need Padded Walls.

-----Original Message-----
From: Amy Jin
To: eternallove47 ; imastandupguy
Cc: *Amy Jin's E-Update List*
Sent: Mon, Sep 1, 2014 2:25 pm
Subject: Re: Man Up. Psychopath & Psychopathic Liar Admission Needed.

Correction: "employee locker room"

---Next E-Update:

IMPORTANT!--Re: Urgent: RESPONSE REQUIRED FROM AMY JIN. VERY SERIOUS.
Thu, Sep 4, 2014 5:24 pm

***Amy Jin.jpg***

Quote Of The Day--Pertaining To The Libelous E-Mail Some Of You Received Directly, & All Of You Have Now, From Me:

"There ARE no psychics with 'badge' or 'Agent' numbers employed by the F.B.I. (Funny pause, as if he got who I was, & we both wanted to say "yet!")...I mean, there are volunteers, or people who step forward, or even used, with information in cases...so right upfront, the first sentence is a lie."-Deputy Agent On Duty, Minneapolis Division Of The F.B.I., 9.4.2014

I want you to know that even those that have asked off of this list, I know some of your souls and that you are Good & loyal--and have been--to me and to everything I have taught you, even if/when you stopped practicing with me. Source tells me these things, and that is what I base my personal estimations on.

Those of you who would join the Judas of Love Yoga: The Movement, Brett Albarado, and his few Fallen Angels who've energetically vamped now on you and I both, in lies, despicable repute, and the continued, undeserved degradation of my person prior to this information, enjoy your Church In Hell.

Love Yoga: The Movement AND Amy Jin Schmelzer live on with undeniable inner FIRE.

As always. And as meant to.

That cannot be stopped but by Source Itself.

Thank you.

Peace Without Rugs
"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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(No subject)
From: Amy Jin eternallove47@aol.com
To: A Potential Power Yoga Student In Red Wing Who Knows Brett Albarado & Also Came At Me, Reporting Lies
Fri, Sep 5, 2014 2:46 pm

P.P.S. Please note that Brett was the one in a screaming match with his landlord by phone. I talked to her once (& had a great conversation about who I was & why I was trying to relocate here), after which Brett only told me she thought I was "very beautiful" but that LuAnn & her sister had been whores when she was a teenager because she was on drugs. Hmm. A car I rented for one day was attacked with a sharp object, as were, possibly, at least 4 others parked in the same area, in those weeks. I spoke with LuAnn's husband once to massage the situation after Brett's fight with LuAnn (He never did fix the wiring the next day, all the way into the basement, as I heard him tell her he would. He was planning on doing so, he told me, then taking what they owed him out of his Rent, which I disagreed with & told him he should keep it all on the up & up, but that's not his way with a lot of things, I found out since my arrival) (and) add some reality to it for them, making no threats but providing some suggestions for whoever was resonsible to man/woman up. He's a monster to me in every way. I witnessed & was on the receiving end of confusion & missing links that all led to his lying, contorting, & manipulating the truth for his own benefit & to keep hidden agendas & feelings (Clearly, he is not good at it for those of us who can see right thru such b.s.).

Restraining Orders & Further Justice Waiting In The Wings!

Amy Jin Schmelzer
9.7.2014