The United States of American Wall of Shame: Of Course, I Can Only Speak From Experience

I know some of U wanted that "New BBB" information. Shame on you for being too loser to ask.

Let's start at the very be-ginning. The only real place to start...

(Oh, we'll say 1980)-A racist, people-politic-y hometown (Dubuque, IA). I took your kids to school, anyway.

1996-Go to school and get the shaft from punk a** upperclassmen teammates and abusive, wicked witch coaches in varying shades--DEPAUL UNIVERSITY (Chicago, IL). Don't feed us on our road trips, make us run 'til people puke. Tell me to go seek a Psychologist because I'm "damaged" as everyone hides behind me (or takes solace in the Men's Basketball or Soccer teams, like musical beds, take up alcoholism, or worse) cuz I'm the only one who'll stand up to the coach & the A.D. I will. The Psychologist insinuates I have a brilliant mind & that the only thing I do "wrong," mentally, is think negatively about myself. "Some people don't need meds," she says, "They can do it by themselves." I'll definitely wonder about the fact that you're a lesbian, Coach, because I can't help but wonder if certain girls worked for their status by doing favors for the staff, all U power/glory-hungry hos. Threatened our scholarships 'til U were blue in the face. I'll keep it, thx. It's me, not U, that deserved to stay. I rocked the house in high school under pressure. Under torture? Go f**k yourself.

Where have U been while I've been dying in the Apocalypse all y'all PROFS who allowed me to teach your classes from my seat?!!

Top-notch Business School my a**!

LIFE!-Jealous a** women, how 'bout "mentors," "wise crone women," and "friends?" At least relegate yourself to the truth--you NEED ME to be anything but a p**sant.

2008-LINDY ("Droopy Dog"), the lying leasing agent and ROANOKE WEST (Kansas City, MO), thanks for making a priceless yoga teacher on an involuntary vow of poverty contaminate her own lungs in her own home as she leads the city in asana practice & throw ALL OF HER BEAUTIFUL, HARD-EARNED FURNITURE in the landfill because U completely lied about the secondhand smoke problem in the apartment community. Thx 2 LISA THE MANAGER, THE CRES MANAGEMENT, LLC CORPORATE OFFICE, my childhood doctor, DR. IAN KOONTZ & DUBUQUE INTERNAL MEDICINE that employed my adoptive mother her entire career!!!, THE KANSAS CITY BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU, THE KANSAS CITY HEALTH DEPT., REP. JAN WHAT'S-HER-FACE WHO SUPPOSEDLY WAS SO "GREEN," LIKE I AM, says the hands-tied Health Dept., my not-doing-s**t-about-anything, anyway, PARENTS for tormenting me & sticking up for Lindy, instead of helping get me the F**K out of there without paying fees on top of it!!! Thx 2 my yoga students, who I gave my life to, without hesitation, as the Recession hit, and thru life's ups and downs, especially those who were attorneys!!! for not doing S**T. Wait--you're all suffering from an abandonment complex, as it is, because now I've decided to move to L.A. instead of open up a Power Yoga shala for Kansas City to continue my journey & U're wondering why I won't stay & "make sure Kansas City is o-kay first?!!!" Really?!!!

2009-SANTA MONICA POWER YOGA (Santa Monica, CA), granted, things sync'd up, and I won the bid 2 teach the Sunday a.m. class opposite Bryan at the other location, in a way that even I found unbelievable, but when U tell me to show up after living off of the meager savings account I have for weeks, with 4x the amount of money I was originally told, U DARE send me energy of "you've just fallen off the ship" when U send my deposit back when I've given my life to you?!!! You could give a flying f that, now, one of the most up & coming Power Yoginis in the nation is completely income-less in the height of the Recession in Los Angeles, of all places, with well over a $1200/mo. rent?!?! I don't know--Can U sue a yoga shala?!!! Would I?!! No. And that's the point.

Thx to the JACK OFF PSYCHOLOGIST (Probably somewhere in Dubuque &/or Iowa!) my adoptive parents started seeing who allowed lynch mob sessions I could feel all the way out in L.A. where you talked about me behind my back, went around emitting that my yoga path & practice was an "addiction," like cocaine. It doesn't occur to them--ever--that you can't diagnose someone you've never met, much less based on religious practice. That's called bigotry. Oh wait--The cocaine thing--that was the kid from Dubuque who was out in L.A. flying around like a mad man that I think you'd hoped I'd hook up with?! when he needed saving from himself. Let's all find out who that QUACK was and stone (most likely) her (C/KATHY at HILLCREST FAMILY SERVICES or the little twit, CAROLINE/CAROLYN [same place], from Oregon [Does she routinely sleep with the people she helps?]--& you could tell--both of whom blatantly needed me more than I needed them, upon meeting them both???) in the public square. I've already endured countless and, somehow, have not died.

Thx 2 my psychopath ITALIAN? SUBTERRANEAN PARKING NEIGHBOR WITH THE AIR FORCE JACKET WHO LOOKED ABOUT MY AGE, with the reddish, Toyota pick-up who verbally assaulted me, threatening me, my new Prius, for being, literally, about an inch too close to the parking line separating us, then taking after it with a sharp object on all sides. THX 2 WESTSIDE TERRACE (Los Angeles, CA) for doing nothing, as usual. Thx for not even changing my parking spot, only to find out that half of the reason that I lived in burning terror the several months I was there, before I paid most of my food money, as an 80-year-old, to get out of my lease, to go back to a family that could've given a rat's arse about any of it, was because the bastard lived across the hall from me the whole time, & you KNEW IT!!! Note 2 U, you long-haired ponytailed, greasy piece of S**T, even I was shocked when I received multiple encouragings from Source to totally take out all of my unleashed rage on your truck. I guess it's a standing offer if I ever find U again. Of course, I didn't, becuz I'm a saint. Karmically, I think that makes you dead by now. You're one of the most disgusting creatures I've ever had to lay my eyes upon. Same 2 U, Westside Terrace, BRIAN, THE MANAGER, THE SKINNY, DISGUSTING, SLIMY BLACK CHICK (She's so important that her name [Begins with an "S," I think][Will be corrected if/when I find it] evades me)--your staff who did my apartment walk for me, skipped out on my initial move-out meeting, then walked in with a pre-printed damages list, & the aforementioned wannabe Amy Jin chick walks in, waves her hand around at imaginary marks on the wall--must've been from my furniture--Oh wait! I don't HAVE any still because of LINDY, ROANOKE WEST, and my chain-smoking, cretin, vampire neighbors on all sides!!!--and makes me sign on the dotted line that that's what she wrote! while I'm still protesting, "WHAT?! There's nothing there!" There goes $250 as WESTSIDE TERRACE steals from the Recession-struck and poor, like a routine physical, even after I fight them after the fact, realizing I'd signed away money they've just stolen from me. The fact that my apartments always look better when I leave them than when I move in (As a known fact by people who have known me & landlords both) makes no difference now in a corruption-infested country that's making everybody's-doing-it out of illegality. U go, R.W. SELBY & COMPANY, INC. CORPORATE OFFICE & THE (scandal-wracked) LOS ANGELES BBB. You are completely impotent, if you're not bankrupt.

NATALEE THAI ON VENICE, way to have crazy addicts as bartenders & RACHEL THE SERVER who would burn holes in the back of my head & assault me on the regular as I ran the restaurant from my hostess stand. Try to pull power trips on me and where I park my car, months into my employment working nights and weekends--without complaint or hesitation, like a veteran restauranteur--saving all your employees from being lost souls, actually helping them have pride in their home state that they left for the lottery ticket of Hollywood/L.A. I have to admit, though, your Thai Iced Tea did rock my world.

Meanwhile, my only sibling takes me out of her wedding without hesitation after my Mom tells me, as I'm wondering if I'll have a home next month, that I'll ruin the wedding by coming back with my soft, yoga teacher energy, especially since I'm a vegetarian and am told that I don't get a special meal, even though I'm the bride's only sister. As I'm down to one meal a day, she's marrying some a**hole she probably met on the Internet who's screwing her to control her new Pharmacist's salary, & fortunately, her Goddess older sister is being killed off remotely, including by our abusive, lying parents & now, I hear, our extended family (WHAT. THE. F**K--Crucifixion, definitely, without a trial)?!?!?! I guess this is her way of getting back at me for growing up in my shadow & having all her high school boyfriends want to get with her Korean Barbie doll older sister? I called U a b**ch once, using one of my only curse word cards, when we were at a family holiday dinner because you actually really needed to hear it, vs. watching me be murdered as an adult? I guess I should've figured it out, up to then, when U never reciprocated on birthday cards or presents. I guess that's how U can really tell that we're both adopted.

Thx to all the "celebrity" yogs supported by Yoga Journal and GAIAM who knew me or of me and did nothing. You're the real thing. Fo' sho'. All the yogs of my generation R watching, & we're, like, SO INSPIRED. Oh wait--Some of U ARE of my age-bracket. There's definitely hope for anyone but myself.

Within days, I'd manifested a yoga shala on J.F.K. in my hometown, with landlord help, had part-time jobs on the line, in spite of my adoptive dad's adamant statement in 2006 when I first received the directive from Source that he'd "NEVER" help me open a Power Yoga shala (putting a period on my decision to leave my job and students in Dubuque and return to Kansas City), but my adoptive mother, who'd started practicing yoga, too (or whatever it's called when it's at BODY & SOUL WELLNESS CENTER AND SPA, that I helped open, as its Business Consultant, on slave labor wage--Here's where "Should I?" or "Shouldn't I?" just started becoming "Yes'"--and who pretty much put an energetic cap on the magnetism my classes could radiate at their space, dismissing it with a wave of the hand as, "It's too hard." I'll save U from the disclosure of the truth truth. U know the one I mean. For now), rants thru my yoga practice like Satan incarnate. Then, they both kick me out of the house, into the fricking, freezing cold & tell me I'm "insane" and not to come back until I get "help" (Wait, this is sounding awfully familiar) for bringing up something from childhood that maybe was a little too honest for them to look at. I forgot that common householders could give a s**t about the kind of states created by the truth.

KANSAS UNEMPLOYMENT INSURANCE (Kansas, U.S.A.), could U wreak of bulls**t anymore as you, like CA & AZ that followed you, did everything and anything to demonize me and my horrific, perpetual state of "overqualified" in this country in torturous, shame-of-the-United-States-of-America businesses, across industries, which starts to look really silly when the person's a superhuman, to not give me the pittance I had coming to me to at least eat?! Did U talk to my modeling agency?!!! I knew U cared!!!!

Thx to KENNY THOMAS OLATHE TOYOTA (Olathe, Kansas) for shaking in their boots when I'd come in for service because I seemingly knew more about my Prius than they did. Thx for making me walk around screwed in one of the worst winters in Kansas City history when I returned to a barren wasteland where Kansas City used to be, after L.A., after my parents kicked me out in the snow without a place to go next or a job, because of their issues, when I called you back & said, "There's something I forgot about in my buyback figure." The GM (Ask Daniel, my salesman--THE ARROGANT, SPOILED, OWNER'S SON? I don't remember his name) said, "Oh well. We're not giving you anything more for the Prius." Well, between that & that nightmarish collision center U sent me to after I ran over the freshly hit deer someone else had just hit at 3 in the morning, about 2 months after I'd bought the car, that totally jacked up the bottom and the fuel tank, take the fricking Prius, becuz I have a feeling you've got some horrible karma coming 2 U! You SUCK!!! I reiterate that all the way up the corporate ladder, thru about every form of communication. Boom shockalocka--global floor mat recall, plus plus plus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-2010-SIX40 (Kansas City, MO), way to be the I've-lost-count apartment community to lie about clear and non-negotiable bullet points on my "Should I live here?" list. It just happens to be that in one of the worst winters in Kansas City history when I happen to not be able to find income or a single place to teach, sell my car back, & get screwed on that, that I live in one of the worst neighborhoods, albeit totally revitalized!, in the Metro Area, because U assure me that, especially in the time I've been gone, the whole area's been turned around. Right. That's why there were vehicles with lights flashing lined up all the way down the street my first night in my new place--for another "incident" on the street corner that caused a detriment to somebody's life. And why I felt like I had my life blood sucked out of me every day & night in my new apartment by the other residents--especially by the guy who, U know, REALLY, REALLY liked me. U make me proud to be a Marketer.

KABABESH GRILL & BAR, NEW CAFE TANDOOR, BRIO ON THE PLAZA, & PIZZA BAR, for all the beauty various aspects of your restaurants added to my experiences, going under is no excuse for not paying your employees, not running your restaurant, sexual harrassment, racism, & not giving a s**t about your employees' lives. Way to make it look to the Unemployment System, though, as though I quit without reason when U can't keep your word on hours, don't pay me right or on time, and do everything wrong for someone who does everything glowingly above standard which, conveniently, then, makes her the anomaly and easy to bully. Way to use any intelligence you have for, U know, evil.

2010-Again, BUFFALO WILD WINGS, (Dubuque, IA), did you REALLY fill my hours at your supposedly struggling store after SOUTH BAY & BURBANK, CA, then about EVERY STORE IN THE KANSAS CITY METRO AREA also renigged on multiple offers (What's a struggling Creative, much less yog, supposed to do--I mean, it's like the executive version of a starving artist), causing me hundreds of dollars in lost wages by booking arrangements that couldn't be undone since they were done thru online budget sources, or were you just allowing the bullying, religious harrassment, & racism that was there all along to have its way?! At least Chad was down enough to coin me your "Asian Zing" & put the sticker on my nametag, explaining why I got as many phone numbers as I did $$$'s in tips.

Now I'm physically assaulted by my adoptive mother, for which I'm basically pushed into a corner by my adoptive father, saying that I need to "apologize to my mother." Apparently, I triggered the rage and deserved it for (still?) existing. I am now riding a one-speed Santa Monica beach cruiser around the only place I've ever called "home," really--with roots--in the United States of America. In the rain. Up massive hills. In the dark. As my adoptive parents pretty much mock me & tell me to "get a job." My ears have finally recovered from frostbite that I got in Kansas City as 70-year-old-looking fortysomethings and baby boomers drove by looking at me like I was the lunatic walking around in the snow. Except for the hot boys who ended up giving me rides, in synchronicity with my unbearable circumstances, who then ended up becoming obsessed fans I had to figure out how to get rid of (when I could feel my ears). I'm learning that all the people who were like our family--that I was taught were the better people in our hometown--are all watching, assuming, talking about me like evil, unrecognizable demons behind my back, rather than saying, "What the f**k, local celebrity rockstar athlete, one-of-the-smartest-most-accoladed-nicest-kids-to-ever-come-up-thru-our-city?!! R U o-KAY?!!!?!" I realized maybe it was their equivalent for their kids never really getting the grades that I did? Or R they just racist pieces of work. It's not a question.

At least 2011-STATE OF CALIFORNIA UNEMPLOYMENT INSURANCE, boy, did it take a barge and its distant (and I do mean distant) cousin, the spaceship, to get U to give me my money way after I should've already been dead from any number of "elements." How many employers' names, next steps, or crucial pieces of information could you screw up and have me fix for you without putting me on payroll as an independent contractor??? And the dudes with the weird accents that seemed deliberate in not getting me the information I needed to get over to Arizona's system that U said you'd look into and never got back to me on--Was that a Hollywood spoof on "Terrorist Employees Getting Paid While You Don't?!"

2012-When U know you're done sharing walls with people years ago, but there's this little problem called "no income flow, like nada," maybe the universe just keeps giving U signs anyway. Like the number of apartment communities who I've trusted & gone with frauding me out starting to cross over onto the fingers of my other hand. CRYSTAL CREEK APARTMENTS ON BELL ROAD (PHOENIX, AZ) & AMC, LLC CORPORATE OFFICE for saying, "You signed the lease" when the lease killed 10 trees up and down Bell, so I cruised it with RUBEN as my tour guide, and when I asked specifically about if the utilities were based on individual usage, I was told "Yes," and I believed you. So when I have to pay out my lease from yet another state across the country after Circle K & your legal system, from ground up, starts trying to finish the job my adoptive family, JAMIE SMITH, THE GOMER SMITH FAMILY, MATT MCFADDEN, ERIN (DONNEL) CHAMBERS, my cousin, RENEE (TAUKE) PAYLOR, probably ANGIE (JOHANNINGMEIER) WHITE, my former high school & post-college best friend, probably the guy I decided not to "marry," JESSE STROHMEYER, because he couldn't take "no" for an answer, amongst about a trillion other things signaling that I was being used to provide a relationship that actually provided pleasure to every single other person I knew more than it did me (That's for the next book), haven't (--I think the rule was, "If you ever were assumed to or outrightly said you'd love and be there for her, no matter what, because she gave you 100x the enrichment in your time with her than you ever provided, or could've provided, you get to judge and turn on her without reason--and ESPECIALLY without contact for several years prior--when she finally asks for something in return--to know that you're still a good person), you can be sure you'll make the doomed list. It's in the Akasha, and what makes it worse is U knew about all the terror that went be4 U.

MY ADOPTIVE FAMILY, ALL THE CRONIES WHO WALK AROUND SMILING TO MY FACE--you sent me flowers when I was playing for Wahlert, but snickered to yourself when you saw me walking around on the other side of town this year because, you know, it was never meant to work out for me in this country because I'm Asian. And a woman.--MICHELLE MIHALAKIS AND SAFE STRIDES WOMEN'S SHELTER, ALL RELATED ENTITIES, and KIM WHO USED TO WORK AT DUBUQUE INTERNAL MEDICINE WITH MY ADOPTIVE MOM, you're a sick cult parading around like do-gooders. You wouldn't be here without men. DUBUQUE HUMAN RIGHTS DEPARTMENT, thx for doing ZILCHO as I was evicted for what were clearly discriminatory purposes, like your governmental counterparts in every other place where I've lived. There wasn't one person in that house who would've backed for one second that VOLUNTEER JO ELLEN was telling the truth about my using the phone without permission, when she's the one who handed it to me. She needs a straightjacket. You're right, though. It's hard to know what to do when I don't break real rules or bum cigarettes off people walking by outside, like everyone else who lives there since I practice yoga instead. To JOE MAGNO, PH.D., SHARON K.BAUMANN, SUE SAWVEL, COLLEEN HELGERSON, DANIELLE STONE, & the really lost red-headed PAM who runs around with them, and basically anyone from the original holistic healing center, now flowing or with negative karma with BODY & SOUL WELLNESS CENTER AND SPA, you are NOTHING compared to the avatars in my generation. You are lost human beings who bandwagon jump based on what gets you off energetically in the moment, have no real spiritual path or values, and act it. I can tell why the healing communities across the country have been dissipating into thin air since that's the strength with which you represent or DO anything real, powerfully loving, or healing. But have your orgies and dance around in all your past lives, praying to every deity under the sun. The real New Age is mastery, and it doesn't suck identity from or try to kill its young, who R its evolution, in order to be something. Going from adored to "She deserves being attacked and condemned and told she deserves to be killed for having no karma" is what one gets for moving away from Dubuque? How deep it's gotten with wannabes on the enlightenment path, as well. Pretty sure it was NICOLE KAISER FROM THE MARIA HOUSE (& SHERRY MCDONNELL who backed her) who hadn't even talked to me, personally, but heard about me from one of the zillion employees I had to re-tell my story to about who I was and why I needed to stay there, hopefully temporarily, and outrightly told me they all thought I was arrogant and would treat the other residents badly when I called in crisis, having exhausted all other places to stay, and therefore, would be judged as unsuitable for their Women's Shelter before even having met them in person, not because I'm the last person on the planet who should be without income or mainstream influence at a time like the one we're in. Thx, ADAM FEYEN, for stepping in to help, but then, the next day when Sharon went pschizo and decided she just wanted me out because she liked the licking flames from the lying crapbag called my adoptive father, looking to recruit people to his take-down-my-own-innocent-daughter team, said, "Oh, well, never mind."

LINSY (RANSDELL) ADAMS, LOCATORS LTD. (Dubuque, IA) & HER TOO STUPID, COWARDLY, & PETRIFIED-TO-DO-ANYTHING-ABOUT-IT WORKERS, thanks for stealing my application fee and then taunting me for demanding that I receive it back and saying, "I'll see you in court." Thanks for being a walking definition of "soul-on-up-ugly."

SHERRY, GM AT OKY DOKY ON HILL STREET, thanks for hiring, then eliminating me, again, for being overqualified, rather than at least give me full-time work, train me for leadership, and make sure that the pattern of bullying by soul-less people with even insubstantial titles continued for me here in Dubuque. While I was being passed around from one insane-o's living room to the next, as if, really, underneath it all, their need for me didn't far outweigh my need for them as they were. At least a cardboard box doesn't have multiple personalities.

Thx to the entire Roman Catholic infrastructure in this area for making it so undeniably clear why I was led to the strongest spiritual path, with the most potential to lead a globe forward, and away from your miserable, bigoted, fearful, hypocritical ways. Even as I have, without judgment, stepped back into masses on necessary occasions, and lit up the room with always-have-been-there, perfect, exemplary, Catholic values and Light. Don't act as though you can't figure out why you're falling apart from every direction. You're weak, and there are new technologies being merged with ancient pathways to take your place, so don't worry about the rest of us. I'm sure you weren't.

More from the heart of Satya as it becomes important to make sure U know who you're rolling around, soul-deep, with!

Empirical Evidence Matters. From the E-Update Flow: An Aspirant Proof-Is-In-The-Puddin'!--The Last FREE! Movement E-Update (2 Up Focus All Around)--Sun./April 17th, 2011

...Last Story: Jim Vranicar's 7 Specialists

I don’t like most testimonials, but I enjoy sharing awesome, true stories.

Many Creatives from ad agencies near or around the Plaza/the Crossroads Art District in Kansas City were aspirants in my Power Yoga classes.

One of them, in particular, with a “We Hate Sheep” motto had a number of what I considered “total package” young people & cool leaders who used to like me! & requested when I left the studio where they used to “follow” me that I come & teach any number of their people—everyone from entry-level staffers to VP’s of this award-winning, regional ad agency.

They were a crazy, fun group of stereotypically (Sorry, SHS people on this list) hard-working Midwestern, kind of perfectionistic yogi/nis.

One of their VP’s, who actually became a true “regular” & dedicated practitioner, walked up to me one day toward the end of one of the 6-8 week courses, & confided that he had been to seven specialists—a something kind of surgeon, his regular physician?, dot dot dot, even his personal trainer—& over the course of months? years? no one had ever been able to provide him relief 4 a rhomboid issue causing him a lot of pain. He said that his shoulder was not hurting him anymore, after 5, 6 weeks of practicing with me twice a week (This was his 1st experience with practice).

I couldn’t get him to name all of the specific specialists & tireless work they’d done on him, the way that he did when he had me staring in amazement into space that day after class. It wasn’t just the number, kind, or quality of people, from conventional to holistic, that he mentioned that blew my mind.

It was that I could tell he was telling me the truth:

Subject: RE: New Nation: The Answer
Date: 2/17/2011 1:46:55 P.M. Pacific Standard Time
From: Jim Vranicar at Work
Reply To:
To:

Before practicing power yoga, I had such tightness in my shoulders that I found it hard to sleep. I also experienced headaches from shooting pain that went up my mid-back into my neck. This negatively affected my work and personal life.

It also caused me to schedule up to three massages per month that were expensive and only gave me temporary relief.

After about five yoga practices led by you, I noticed the tightness and pain in my shoulders was virtually eliminated. I now find that as long as I practice yoga at least one time per week, that my shoulders remain lose. If I go longer than a week without doing a class, I feel my shoulders start to tighten up.

And I don’t like that feeling.

Therefore, I’ve been practicing two to three times per week ever since I brought yoga into my life. You, Amy Jin helped me get from A to B. I like B so much better than A.

Peace, everybody, & less suffering for all living creatures.

Good-bye 2 Whom It Applies.

I hope to continue to work with those who so choose to focus U along your enlightenment path, whoever U R.

XOXO,

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lAmy Jin Schmelzer
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
Writer/Speaker
Model/Talent
www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com
"I am the grand Musician."
"DANCE, Yo!"
Sing in your car. Dance in your living room.

11.11.11: The Re-Definition of Warrior-->From: Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement--E-Update Exposure: For The Whole World 2 See

Consumers, you have a choice.  U also have a choice who you will allow to pay U.:

New Warrior Ways

*Image of Amy Jin in Reverse Virabhadrasana (Warrior)*

Yogic Creation by A.J.Schmelzer/Yoga Layperson Photographer No Longer Allowed Movement Affiliation

11 is a master number. In celebration of all living masters who have ever walked this planet, here is a call to all of you to join me in forging a new kind of warrior on Planet Earth--the each and every human heart kind.
 
We have, today, a clear confluence of energy around this date, which will happen only once in the world's history, & those who have served as modern-day warriors for the United States of America.
 
And so I will say to you, thank you, as a warrior by nature, in soul. And also this: To all of these, so that there is less grief on this planet, perhaps you will join in in redefining "warrior" so that it simply means standing for good.
 
Below, you will find listed just some of the most pressing entities or stages set for battle for truth, honesty, integrity, and spiritual right--by every religion, spiritual tradition, & that Spirit which has influenced, inspired the laws that rule us all--that I have fought in my attempt to do something that used to be fairly easy in this country: Find a good job, with good people, pursue your dreams, live happy.
 
What I'm finding is that people like myself are becoming fewer & farther between. The only answer I have for this is that the world is not meant for artificial ways and so, either it destroys itself because there is literally no one left embodying purity in its natural state, which is by the soul, or, inevitably, that voice must become the guiding force by doing battle & winning over all objections.

What continues to come to me is we don't need more jobs, done the same way as always. We need a better way to sustain human life on this planet that reflects humanity's evolution thru consciousness, by default, & most recently, thru consciously chosen effort. 

Potential employers want to know what I've been doing for the past year & 1/2 since I got to Phoenix, as if the ravaging I received in L.A., going back to Kansas City, & my hometown of Dubuque, Iowa weren't enough.  

And so I've started to tell them, point blank, starting with a trusted ear just an evening or so ago.
 
Welcome to "The List" of Arizona hospitality, where I am still an undeniable part of the scenery, have many wonderful contacts, & absolutely no one who resonates with the idea of doing a job according to policy or law. Read the whole thing. I dare U.

Historically accurate New Warrior Ways (7.11.2012 useful edits in bold):
 
July 2010:
 
1. Buffalo Wild Wings-(Some of you, see previous E-Updates). Bombed out a transfer back to L.A., then GM's in Kansas City turned around & did the same thing, following inquiries! Turned around to get the orig. job back in Dubuque, & it was already gone due to a lack of hours! Show up here, am promised a f-t role on the team on Happy Valley Road, the GM is a total jack (also according to others in the industry in the area). (I am) Unfamiliar with Arizona heat. (He/they) Won't help me procure necessary Food Handler's card. Ride 1-speed Santa Monica beach cruiser bike 16+ miles ONE WAY to get the card. Pulls back the offer when I return with the card, having spent $ on it I didn't really even have because "he doesn't like my attitude" about the Food Handler's card. At least when I told him he was making the biggest mistake of his life, he said something crazy, "Yeah, I'll be losing the best server I would've ever had."

Today's note: He didn't care that I had just signed a year lease on an apt. based on the wages I was projected to make there. They had signed off on the confirmation letter.
 
2. Red Robin-Run across the street. Tell Jeremy, the asst. manager, the story. He & the store on Happy Valley hire me pretty much on the spot, over the course of multiple interviews. As previously described, waitresses R energetic drains, primarily, I'm assuming, over my other occupations (Modeling/Spiritual/Healing Leadership/Power Yoga). After having the gall to try forcing me into donating to the Giving Tree, which gives to needy employees, I fire back, in an executive-type of way, that I'd actually like to apply since all my furniture was destroyed by second-hand smoke & lying leasing agents back in Kansas City, and none of my clothes fit because I'm now a rail. He pouts. Days later, things are still disorganized, annoying. I'm told to buy BOOTCUT JEANS with money I still don't have. I hate bootcut jeans AND discount clothiers. I am put in the corner with a dunce cap on Day 3? 4? of training when, unlike my straight A's in all Honors courses within private institutions of learning, I can't pass their menu tests for the life of me. I don't even feel bad, for some reason. Pow-wow in the corner away from me, including the former Cheesecake Factory General Manager who'd lost his job & still was salty I wouldn't give to the Giving Tree with the pennies I'd be making as his subordinate. Oops. NO ONE had been giving Amy Jin the STUDY GUIDES with all the answers for all the quizzes! Oh. My. GOD!!!!! Then, that same day, without any kind of apology by anybody, he sends me home because my stupid little bootcut jeans have, like, one rip in them or something that could be construed as a rip, which makes them against (the dress) code. So I have no apologies when, instead of going home & changing, I call B.J. & Metro Motorsports & tell them that yes, I'll happily accept his offer (below)(that had come thru about the same time). A chunk of minutes later, a big, bad logo'd truck & trailer (I think) R waiting for me in the Red Robin Shopping Center Plaza.
 
3. Metro Motorsports/RideNow Peoria-Was told it would be Reception & Promos/Marketing/Events, I'd hoped with corporate (i.e. "commensurate") possibilities. Never happened, never happened. The girls I'd been warned about, some older, some younger, all became issues when they'd purposefully try to bamboozle me by not helping me cover the phones for things like going to the bathroom. One of my only comrades, the used-to-be-corporate Business Manager (but she'd gotten in trouble & had been demoted) who, for the most part, spoke my language, ran more than a few "random" tests to make sure it wasn't coincidence. No, they really are trying to mess with your position. And it turns out that they also steal money from the company by going missing for hours while still on the clock. And bully the Manager. And the GM. And yet, no one stop me when I walk out the door because, in the meantime, it turns out that the corporate buyout also means working at the store & helping Marketing R, for some stupid reason, not permissible. Even if you're a rockstar Marketer who's happy to work freelance. Other people are fired, come back, but apparently I'm like SO BAD because I walked for doing absolutely nothing wrong (for being bullied, not stood up for, and then not having the real job offer, basically), which makes me an anomaly, which must mean the bad one. Right? I mean, we can all tell the difference.
 
4. --Tandoori Village--Worked there for, like, 2 days. It was empty. The only other waitress told me to quit while I was ahead--I would never make any money there--that she'd been with them the longest & was even looking for a better job. She was right. And after evading any questions about process, procedure, & paychecks, & not seeing any connection between me & management or leadership of his new Scottsdale store, as opposed to merely serving, my intuition hit its limit, my 125, after being perfectly situated in their parking lot, did a total fall-over when I turned my back (I took it as an eerie sign regarding safety), but I stood in the restaurant 1 day until I was paid what was made in good faith & said, "What. The..."
 
5. --Dos Diablos--*Disorganized chef in some part of Scottsdale from the Palisades who seemed more interested in staring at me during our discussions about employment than providing a schedule or, once again, my wages. After 1, maybe 2 nights where I pretty much ran the place from the front of the house where he & servers went completely missing (for long periods of time), & there wasn't a word spoken about how to hostess at this restaurant, I waited at home for, I guess, my supposed full-time schedule. Was told he would see me again next weekend (Needed full-time, like, 2 years ago!!!). I said, "Uh, no." Still owes me money. Maybe like the Assistant Manager who was raging at him & the other owner when I went to fill out my application in an empty restaurant about how they'd better give her her money. That lady.
 
6. Integrity Staffing Solutions (on behalf of)/Amazon.com-Do I really have to revisit this one with you all? Bullied, discriminated against (by Blacks, a White girl, and a Latina! How fricking sad is that?!!--the extent of the involvement of the White girl, I don't know), wrongfully terminated for whistleblowing right before Christmas. Merry Christmas. But the EEOC has their number now (The EEOC didn't do jack s**t about this and determined it "unprove-able." How's the fact that I never worked at that job again, and I wanted to!, after that night as proof???). But (I must say that in that time,) it was interesting being personally present to 1 of my favorite online retailers going from movies, music, and books! to movies, music, books, lubricants, & vibrators because, as is so evident, they have so much class. And a special shout-out to Jason, one of my Amazon.com supervisors, for watching like a fricking robot zombie as I was walked out after I'd brought him all-natural cough drops the day before since he (& the rest of us) were all getting sick for slave labor we were required to work, in the absence of a union, on the graveyard shift.
 
7. Dickey's Barbeque Pit (MKT)*-Break-ins, employee theft, & managers sitting watching porn in the back instead of doing their job. You solicited my attention when I came in to get a soft-serve cone & found out I was stuck in the Great Recession! Did 10x the work of your former Marketers in the weeks I was there. And then, when you couldn't get your s**t together, & I raised a flag to corporate about your needing some support, (U freaked out when I) had everybody all the way up to Mr.Dickey himself in a stir when they'd come to AZ to shut U down themselves! U said you wanted to keep me, but I don't like control. And micromanaging, geeky school teacher GM's who try telling pure Business what & how to do. Hope U got lots of banquets & kept my commission (which is highly likely you did. Proud to be an exiled United States of American Business leader by the corrupt sheep herd).
 
8. Maricopa County Sheriff's Office (non-employer)-Racially profiled (see "The New BBB" [in these posts] & previous e-mails detailing this incident) a day or so after the Tucson shooting of Congresswoman Giffords. My trusted ear said it sounded like a gang rape waiting to happen, which was a pleasant thought. (They) Tried to get me off a Frontage Road I'd been walking on for months back to my apartment during a job search break, with my MP3 player & my Starbucks cup in my hand (dressed in yoga teacher clothes). Was forced off the road, over a metal barrier, down a cliff, to a "path" that didn't exist. Several sheriffs camped out in the area of the incident (I didn't know they were the notorious "MCSO" at the time, nor that they were under federal fire for racial discrimination, etc., as a culture [They have since been determined guilty of this & other crimes]--just dark, unmarked cars). 911 took their side. (The) Militant, compassionless, scary girl said they were trying to "protect" me. RIGHT. That's why he asked me for my I.D. twice. Even after I told him the 1st time I didn't have it. And asked who I was & where I was from. Communist--China--right? That's o-kay. The EEOC has Officer Armindarree's name & his sad little posse, too (Another "We can't help U" from the EEOC Phoenix, as well as from the Justice Department in Washington D.C. that was dealing with the MCSO in the aforementioned case. Their response is that their focus was Hispanics alone. Nice. Truly American).
 
9. Wendy's Old-Fashioned Hamburgers(,)
 
10. Sumits Yoga(,) &
 
11. Del Taco-Look, I don't want to reiterate what I've already told. Kid (the Asst. GM!) didn't show up for second interview when I'd told him I was simultaneously applying to fast food corporate offices so I could take over some fast food chain & make them earth-friendly & a positive force in this society (This was my inspired thought while I laid on the ground, in my furniture-less apartment, wondering if I'd be without income and yoga practitioners for the rest of my life in this country). I don't want to say this was my only option as I took on a teaching gig in North Scottsdale for a string of studios that started control-freaking me when my class size was growing exponentially without having any prior experience at or connection to their studio. And I don't want to go into how (when Wendy's finally did get their act together & got my interviews knocked out and were waiting to provide me some semblance of a schedule, and I chose to start with Del Taco in Anthem instead), Del Taco hazed me & sent me home for suggesting they have team meetings (What the *@*#$!&#*?!?!!!). Or how the franchise owner, who I'd had a great talk on the phone with, after I quit, promised to put me in a better store in a leadership position but then had his partner renig on that offer. How he lied to the State of California Unemployment System, thereby shutting off my next-to-nothing-anyway weekly payment, stating that he'd go to any length to make sure I got NOTHING from ANYONE. Is that Bipolar, Pschizo, or straight up Psycho? Brent Veach, Desert Taco, & Ian, your creepy little sidekick, fall off this planet.
 
12. City of Phoenix Police/Courthouse (non-employer)-See "The New BBB" on the website. Scooter harrassed for trying to be Superwoman Good Citizen (bullied & forced to stand in 110+ degree heat for over a half an hour as he maximized a bunch of questionable fines for speeding at flimsy levels & not having a motorcycle endorsement when I had no knowledge I needed one and had come from a state that didn't require one--had been thru everything just mentioned, with little to no income, pretty much since leaving L.A. in 2009--and, as is typically Amy Jin, had just come from the DMV office to find out if there was anything else I needed for my scooter in AZ!!! Thank God a former corrections officer? stopped and gave my 125 & I a ride home after C.Jones forced me to WALK my all-Raven [black] scooter miles back, thru main Phoenix roadways, back home...but not before he challenged me, basically, to get back on & ride it home after he drove away, stating that he'd stop & fine me again if he saw me ride it).(My interactions with City of Phoenix police had been really great up until this incident).

13. ROSS Stores*-Penis sculpture in a 2nd-round interview with the District Manager of the Deer Valley location must've been distracting even him because putting me in "at least" the higher of 2 available leadership positions turned into "whoops" 2 days later. They'd "accidentally" given both positions to other people. It's becoming apparent that parents & teachers in the state of Arizona don't raise people to say, "I'm sorry." Cuz that was it. Although, after accepting a part-time position that could only be taken with a random hook-up at the Buffalo Wild Wings, of all places, in Scottsdale, I appreciated the interrogation about laughing & having fun during the one & only training day I had with ROSS Stores & not wearing the ROSS uniform when I was the one moving everything forward all the way up to the day before about when the training date even was, much less that there was any kind of uniform involved. But it all made sense when I found out the interrogator (who stopped when I stood up to tell her off--she came up to about my waist) was my hiring manager's (see below) soon-to-be-ex-wife! at Circle K, & rumors at both ROSS & Circle K had been swirling about my looks?! & person--details of which had been passed from said Assistant Manager back to (the Circle K hiring Manager) Ed, breaching ROSS' confidentiality policy, according to the (ROSS General) Manager herself. Buffalo Wild Wings never came thru, by the way.
 
14. SAGE Luxury Apartments (non-employer)*-The place where I was living, which had sucked the living lifeblood out of me the entire year I lived there, that stole my security deposit, even though the little dork that wrote that up, AFTER I was told by yet another new girl that my ledger was clean & clear, as always, had run over to his apartment to bring me special creamer from his very own fridge for my coffee, because I was special, just weeks before. They stole $50. Ironically, I was $50 short in what I needed for bills, the 1st month at my new place. (They wouldn't respond to Legal Aid's requests for mediation, even though the gate opener they said I never turned back in was given to the weirdo leasing agent who I'd turned in for basically stalking me after only a few months of living there--a dude who, shortly after I brought up to leadership how--attached--I felt he was to me, and Kim, the bimbo, zealot, bigot Christian, sorority girl defended him, as though I had anything to lie about, took off like a bat out of hell and never returned to work again! Yeah, U keep that $50 and steal from the poor after you call me a prophet and tell me I should be a Christian minister because my already-established, powerful yoga reputation around the property leaves your displayed spirituality, and associated arrogance, in the dust).
 
15. Arizona Unemployment System (non-employer)-For wanting the very list I'm providing you, filled with "Why?" after already disqualifying me for getting a continuation from exhausted California benefits. Reason? ROSS Stores said I quit without a good reason (What the apocalyptic, god-forsaken @#%*?!?!!). I told the Arizona Unemployment System in writing and by phone to go where ROSS Stores were going, then, & to take the entire state with them, if the penis sculpture, futzed up leadership job offer, & interrogation room experience 4 making pure, sweet, all-natural, fresh-squeezed lemonade out of rotten lemons (was what they were giving me). I forgot about the breach of confidentiality policy (Not that that would make 1 bit of difference to them).
 
16. METROFLEX GYM-Yeah. Mr.You'll-Be-Our-Only-Yog-When-That-Wasn't-My-Goal goes back on his word & punks out on the wage he promised me in front of, in his words, all his girlfriend's "gay friends" who are all the Zumba teachers, along with his snarly little Victoria's Secret wannabe girlfriend, as though that will change what he's done with Source God. And so I show up & won't budge from the gym a week later, tell his friend the story of being screwed over AGAIN in the United States pertaining to the spread and teaching of yoga, & so I finally agree to let him pay me FOR Josh, which I think is horrible of Josh to let him (but he apparently didn't want to return to the gym while I was there)(So much for bodybuilders representing strength). 
 
17. Circle K-Hmm. YES, being asked if you're legal--twice--by a supposed veteran Store Manager who has since dropped down to a basic Cashier & can barely do that right does comprise racial discrimination or EEOC-ness. As does another comment at another store where I'm farmed out to try & get me to full-time of "U got some new people in here today?" "Yeah, she's part of the EXCHANGE program (Haha!-Evil laughter)." You'd better hand me your org chart (after only a few weeks, which they did) & encourage me to apply to Marketing. Circle K claims they don't "do" breaks since, historically, their workers spend over 30% of their time smoking on the job & doing non work-related stuff. If you're healthy, however, have more energy than everybody at the company put together, & don't smoke, you will handle lines out the door by yourself while the Assistant Manager you're stuck working with AGAIN mutters to herself & walks right by when customers, who used to be Circle K leaders themselves, say, "Can U help this girl!?!" When Ed, the General Manager who'd initially put forth a heroic effort to get me out of the Recession, even over another Divisional Manager's conclusion based on an interview for running my own store: "She's overqualified for anything at store level. You need to apply to Marketing & not look back," & said he (Ed) "wanted to be a part of my team" (meaning how my career with Circle K was intended to partner with my vision for Power Yoga teaching, etc.), couldn't hide his Dr.Jekyll/Mr.Hyde & escalated what had been an increasing number of verbally abusive outbursts, including in front of the Market Manager over him in the store the day before, called me an "ARROGANT B**CH!!!" for asking if there was something wrong lately since I'd noticed his terrifying behavior around me. Lalala. The non-yogic world. I still don't know why he yelled that. Maybe it's because rather than leave me to take out the garbage, like Ed was ordering me to do, the Market Manager HELPED ME TAKE OUT THE TRASH while we continued our conversation about the Manager-In-Training program vs. sticking with strictly Marketing aspirations. The EEOC has this now, too (Again, did NOTHING & sided with Circle K, maybe because James Cureton, the Market Manager, was happy to speak against me, despite handing me the org. chart and encouraging me to try and land in Marketing, even though he's Black). Because, apparently, by showing up as the only Asian chick in the entire company, from what it looks like, I've made people uncomfortable knowing that they can't say racist things around me because I'll eliminate it, or try. And so, as opposed to them, or their racism, being the problem, I am, so retaliation began, including not being able to help at all these other stores, thereby not getting close to my 40 hours.
 
--Who's next?! Who Will Do Right?

*Denotes still owes me $money$, wages.
 
So here's my question:

Why am I the only real warrior left?

Step off your yoga mats, put down your guns, & live the Essence & demand it from others. It's the only real battle left to be won.

*Image of family members totally M.I.A. and siding with my enemies before, during, and after all of this b.s., except for Andy who at least practices meditation and juices*
Happy Veteran's Day, Sam (Dad-right).
Vietnam Vet (Medic)
Cousin Andy's Birthday (L.A. animator)

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lAmy Jin Schmelzer
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
Writer/Speaker
Model/Talent
www.WhatItIsPowerYoga.blogspot.com
"I am the grand Musician."
"DANCE, Yo!"
Sing in your car. Dance in your living room.

Wow.

It.  Is.  So good.  To.  Be.  Back in a yoga classroom.  My life force to leading U onward.  Amy Jin

*The Great I Am. (From the) MARCH Love Yoga: The Movement E-Update: F/3.9.2012*

This is an E-Update both to and on the females on the planet. You could say that it is a female's asana class in which the males R asked to watch, rather than participate. I will have some closing things to say to U, as well, but for now, this is about conscious evolution done with feminine grace.

The ultimate journey of all women is to become the ideal, or perfect woman. This is a woman who places her heart in Source and in God alone.

Whether a woman marries, has sex, creates progeny, or lives following existing patterns in existing as a householder, she will not be able to escape the truth that, like all souls, she is here to evolve by choice.

Women must honor themselves as souls, first and foremost, so to set an example for all humanity. It goes without saying that this example will be transmitted to any existing and created family.

Whatever that soul might have to express, it must become it. The soul is the direct emanation of the being's connection to God. Souls who R lost or who cater to the whims of the world of maya, or illusion, are those who have not placed their soul 1st. Therefore, any relationship they might have to men or women will be marred with the holes, weaknesses, and/or other lacking produced by their own insistence on placing people above Source. The result will be suffering.

All lesser ways of engagement, thought patterns, consequent ways, and futile beliefs about self and other women must be left behind. They should be consciously identified as they arise and eliminated with a burning passion to, instead, become illuminated and truly powerful. This is the beauty that burns away illness, disease, and death.

One must become the example and hold others accountable for their wrong.

It goes without saying that one cannot become perfected while hating on other women, taking solace or happiness in their failures or lack, as opposed to justice, or ways that distribute anything less than glory in one's own reflection or treatment of others.

It is not your duty to follow convention or tradition--those of your culture, your ancestors, or the human race. It is wise, however, to honor said traditions and take into account the expectations or those you choose to involve in your life's story. Why would U choose them or allow them to participate if you knew you could or will not honor their contexts due to what you know about your soul?

To be clear in your honesty is of utmost importance. It is not your duty to accept the ignorance, intolerance, or abuse of others if you have placed honor of Source, your current understanding, and honor for them first--in that order.

It is against wisdom to find fault in, tear at, vamp off the chi of, attempt to live vicariously thru, or otherwise dishonor the life force of other women--both older, your age, or younger than U.

In the Mind of All That Is, it's comparing a pear to another fruit. You will tear through the fabric of God's galaxy, rather than understand it to shine from the inside.

There is nothing--in talking to, physically talking to, "dating," "being friends with," making decisions, marrying, having sex with, or maintaining your relationship with a man--that you ever "have to" do. Ever. Your decisions will bring your karma, and abuse has the sparkle of sewage, as does control, intimidation, false superiority, etc. Superiority stands in the soul, as does true power. Do not attempt to be like men to compete with them, find false superiority, prove true soul superiority, or stand above them. In many ways, men were created to stand above us and be more than we are. They can only be this if they can honor that, in some ways, they will never be as Divine as a woman on fire with God's power. It cannot be mimicked, expressed by any man, or replicated.

This is so until the souls on Earth R complete. This is so that a woman is so complete in her own masculinity that she becomes perfectly soft and yin so that she cannot be touched by impurity by men or women. And it is this way for men that he becomes so perfectly countered by his own feminine grace that he is safe to fully express all the power of the masculine within a man that he could never step outside of honorable virtue, by choice. This will be as uniquely expressed as every soul, but souls successful in it will be easily seen as sharing this mastery.

Do not look to other women for the fulfillment of your needs because of a lack of men, or a man, to fill them--sexually or otherwise. Women will never be able to be what a man is created to be for a woman. Be, instead, taken with your own holiness and love of peace that space and silence affords. Allow both to be filled with the perfection of your understanding and the reward of perfect choice.

You R not to be a dysfunctional, needy, or unenlightened man's mother, sister, shrink, or teacher. If that is, in fact, what U become, U R just that--not his lover, his wife, his person to walk with, etc. In all of these situations, he is in need of healing, and U should encourage him directly and immediately so to not become entrapped in his drama or dysfunction, and leave it at that.

Even we need physical love sometimes, though I am told it is more intense a physical need for men. As the soul part of U takes hold of your being, and enlightenment becomes you, you will place right choice above compromises, which then likely might become habitual traps, and choose to forego certain types of engagements & relationships in order to be more servant to the Light, rather than to him or even to the more unevolved parts of yourself.

Similarly, you must not look to men to be your father, your anything, really.

When things R perfect, you will know. One day, commitments won't be made until this happens, and humanity might look a lot more like "quality" than "quantity" or "quick & easy" than what is now a decrepit male-female sacred partnership model.

One day, young women, children females will become walking models of these principles, traditions, and moral codes. They will trust older women, rather than feel (legitimately) sabotaged or attacked by them.

They will not hurry to be older or to escape their age, nor expect, one way or another, for any part of their life cycle to feel or be a certain way, other than that which is ripe for their soul.

They will expect, perhaps for the first time in human history, that men be powerful in a way that doesn't scare them, and that those men will be overwhelmingly more perfect in a way different than their own perfection, but most definitely worthy of love and royal care.

I have tried to encourage the few male colleagues, especially of the New Children ilk, to begin to teach, en masse, men--householder or holy in their orientation--to become perfected by becoming perfect embodiments of spiritual, masculine presence. I take it they have taken my discourses into account, but overall, I have gotten the feeling after talking to them, that it is not their job to do, necessarily, since these are my realizations.

I will only say, for the time being, that there is no woman, of any caliber or soul power, on Earth, who would not love a man who set goals to maximize his potential in the physical, mental, emotional, or relational--all thru the spiritual--and met all of them.

The Earth, the Spiritual Realms. We.


Amy Jin Schmelzer
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
Writer/Speaker
Model/Talent
http://www.whatitispoweryoga.blogspot.com/
"I am the grand Musician."
"DANCE, Yo!"
Sing in your car. Dance in your living room.

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Step Out, At Some Point, Little One

There R trails of life that still call the truth negative if it moves them from their insanity.

In 2012.

And mind tricks that keep people clinging to their suffering because they're in love with it.
It's my observation, however, that they never express love for it.

Ever.

There is only one truth. And that's the truth.

It's interesting how often people supplement thier opinion for the truth, simply because they R trained, unused to rep'ing it, or shady enough to not speak the truth, live it.

Then, when U relate that there's been a literal explosion in their front yard, they dismiss you and call you "negative."

For all of U New Kids or old souls, freed beings or true yogs out there, who live vastly in the underneath, without invading the sacred energy space of life--of other human beings or living creatures or places of sanctity--because you know stillness, I testify in your direction U R not negative, crzy, or the problem when you stand there, even if you stand alone--like a Golden Swordbearer, painted by them gray--speaking the holy truth, whatever that may be.

Your words, they surf across the borders and over the trees, touching the moment between thoughts 4 those of us who live only to know it.

You R the newscast we wait for, amidst the liars, heaps of trash, soul invalids who are common, far too numerous to count, and who look to nothing with honor in their eyes.

You are like the sweetness that permeates cells--energized in-body to where everything sparkles--even cafe tables, pavement, and flowers in planters. It moves the true, then, in soft, swift actions lacking superfluousness. Before you know it, cracks are in the pavement, and the world is jarred from normally allowable sub-par and/or cesspool realities, narrowing God's preferences, raising the bar on what is desired, required by the omnipresent.

For some of us, nothing has changed except our perception that inevitability has come knocking. WORD UP, Inevitable!

And though we R civilized, when does a good ol' a**-kicking become once again relevant when common men, who we used to believe we could assume to at least be decent, have redefined themselves as cretins but refuse to acknowledge their backwardness because acceptability 4 them is still, unfortunately, about "everyone's doin' it."

And the pure are cast away with the opposite side of the bell curve because at least most people can agree on one thing: The crucifixion of Jesus probably wasn't the best thing or something to repeat, so we'll just abuse and steal your chi the nice-person way, which is insidiously, because an outright show of beating up an enlightened person might be cast as "negative," as previously mentioned.

Murder-through-silence, thru Source's spiritual beauty realms, is much more "appropriate," easily hidden, and, therefore, bothers less people, at least for now.

Except that it has manifested as a monster-ish appearance that all the neighbors simply dismiss as old age, especially since Mitch Nelson has a resonant-looking knob on the side of his head. Everyone assumes it's hereditary. Probably is. And everyone from the Blake's house down is slumped over and has either these crazy dark circles under their eyes or a floppy-bird-arm issue (just the women) because they hate on the statesman to the point where he's developed a rare, degenerative disease and is told by his top-notch physician it's just arthritis, as well as doing the same thing to the Maurice's because they were Black, and so the Maurice's straight up moved! And yet, all is well--tho' not in heaven or on Earth--since it was a team effort, keeping that wretched "negativity" down on low.

And no one even had to go to jail.

Now that's freedom.

Destiny & Dharma

The destiny and natural meanderings of all human life and suffering are to lead us back to love by choice and to serve the Grand Master of all of life--Source, Creator, God, Abundance.

I was recently asked why a girl who is "as pretty as U R" does not have a "boyfriend"--why I'm not "taken."

I am.

My destiny and dharma have been revealed as a direct emanation of God's wisdom through all of time--an expression of Spirit in matter and form. My love, my heart, and my everything have been given since my birth to Source Power, which has made abundantly clear to me it is the Highest of Highs & the "living God" of my life.

I have learned about allowing men, in particular, their experience of me. I do not attempt to change it, nor do I use it as motivation or deterrent, one way or another.

I also have to say, thru experience and my own enlightenment, I have learned to not covet, or even desire, what is already within when it appears on the outer.

If I had a word of advice for women, and for men, on improving the quality of love in our world, it would be that--that the will, the force, and the manifestation of change must be contained to the inner, even based on what U see in the world. And when U glow with an effect of that work which becomes apparent to the world on the outer, they will make it known, or that light will make itself known within you, if and when it is ready to burst out as a radiant catalyst or expression of worldly experience for others to enjoy similarly.

It is not for you to change someone unless it is to help their soul or improve their destiny walked, nor is it 4 U to make them beautiful in a way not of their choice. It is not for you to choose their marital or spiritual path unless it is the way of your people and still has merit and some part of their soul choice still on it. And it is not for you to use violence when we are a people of policy and law that can be changed by anyone, in time, with a better idea, if he or she is united with his or her emanating God self, in all languages under the sun--times and peoples immaterial to the single matter at hand: A being with the answer who cannot be avoided without the destruction of many, if not most people--the biology of this planet that makes the rules in concert with or in degradation of Source Power.

I have to say that I have known love because I have chosen it, however, there is no gravitational pull or decision to love that has proven stronger in my time on this planet than the pull to walk my course in this life. It is a matter of time, space, frequency, people/places/surroundings that nurtures & nourishes my place during my time here, or there, that dictates right relationship and the fruition, or manifestation, of feeling all is perfect, peaceful, and fully functional in my world, regardless of how circumstances may be judged from a number of perspectives, possibly all at once.

And yet, there is no deeper, fuller, or more breathtaking a relationship with another than right chemistry, naturally, effortlessly, almost, where love is chosen and "worked." A discipline. Sacredness without saying. Making the talkers and Hallmark cards really not the highest bar. U heighten it. As problems that ail society & kill a relationship: greed, envy, lust, control, irreverence, fear, experiential suffocation, and the like, fall away, just so you can laugh like the Buddha as they do, to know that you can actually do it--that it is possible. And physicality becomes what it was intended to be: Amazing without addiction or need. Moving in a way that makes you laugh and cry at the same time.

And safe. Because you can see your partner at 100 years old, as you roll around in bliss with them at 23. As we become pure again by choice into our adulthood, through practices such as the yoga, meditation, our prayer states, etc., we can see the soul more easily, and more accurately. It is timelessness in every moment without stepping a second out of the time where U be.

I do believe that, like all species before us, we are here to procreate. And I think what has been forgotten, or blanketed with the kind of accepted boneheadedness that I have seen take over this world, at large, with Godlessness leading, is that what goes be4 this, is that we were made, too, to fall in love. With this world. And that we R meant to share that with each other, our being in love with someone with whom we burst out another human being, or more, being not really as all-important as some have made it out to be, as though that is the most they R going to do with their insecurity and lostness in this life, is expose him or herself to only one other, and that's it, and even then, not really that well, rather than grind away at their humanness until they are too sage for anyone to not honor and respect.

There are men I have relationships with because I go to see them (enough). And men who come to see me (frequently). And men who pay attention when they should be doing other things--in the car, at the workout place where I do my daily practice, on the sidewalk, at the places where I eat. And some of them, I think, R turned off or angry because I don't return their affection, if not all-out, immediate (Don't they question that at all, in terms of identification?) giving-their-life-to-me-like-a-brave-knight-to-a-perfect-Queen. And now, I put up my guard. There is no way to transmit to one so blinded & concluded early that you are ten lightyears down the road in Love School. And would they humble themselves, so to avoid being smote out, if you told them that, rather than their next, if not their only, before dying, otherworldly f**k, you were actually their living master and their guide? Would they still step to the tune of your evenflowing breath like wind caressing flowing water, if they knew it wasn't U that they desired but themselves? Or will they stop early becuz they feel guilty, if they accept the truth, that they know you are that figure but still want to have sex with you, anyway--as if you would?

If I gathered them all in a room, and rather than try to take one another out, if nothing else, in their minds, say for a round of asana, they actually opened themselves to being present to what was, we might see a teacher of teachers, a leader of leaders, with some eagerly charged, powerful men, all focused on one thing: Enlightenment.

The other scene is those same men dropping 10 leagues below surface level to drowning by taking one another out for wanting to bang the teacher who is an enlightened magician and wouldn't touch a single "B" or lower student, much less a class full of "F" ones, in the 1st place, since A.) She does not mix with her students like that, as part of the Destiny and Dharma, aforementioned, B.) Part of a perfect society, in physical love, is the merging of equals, which would not be the case, given their exhibition of strength, C.) They are all killing the team, which makes love matters null and void, and D.) She is already taken, as already explained.

True beauty is. And cannot be trumped.

Be taken already.

One

Today, while I was riding, not long after I took off, I saw myself establishing myself, as a spiritual leader, as an ally of a political leader, & in true, enlightened fashion, we stood separate, though it would have been so easy to merge. And in that separation, there was magical essence that made for an alliance that produced the answers all seek.

I am trying not to see the bigotry in so many people right now. I was taken from my people a long time ago & accepted my soul's destiny in this life.

It is a self-consciousness that I have used to heal myself and other people. As a result of being lit on fire with other people's self-loathing, from the moment I was born, to the time I arrived on foreign soil as an acutely aware baby, to my time, in unknowing, in the oblivion of what most people call "the way it is," to my spiritual awakening in which my true nature and purpose was revealed to me through a non-stop series of experiences over the course of years, which led me to yoga, which led me to Modeling, Entertainment, which led me to L.A., though not arriving the same way that most people go there, which, subsequently led me to some of the only experiences I've had surrounded by other people whose ancestors are Korean, or Asian, in general. And it is as the soothsayers and the seers have said--that my life would have more to do with the ascension of the human family to know their nature in Love--and more so than others, perhaps, I would understand my demographic components as the rich tools specially crafted for the makings of a perfectly unfolding destiny, rather than anything else I would attempt to make of them.

It is humbling.

One of the hardest parts of knowing, seeing is other people's inability to self-correct when they see that you see, without trying, or can tell that you know, as if whatever they did that morning or the year before, maybe in childhood, isn't as hard or unpleasant for you to look at as it is for them.

Then, there R those who can see that you can also see the mystical, magical, dormant energies surrounding their purest, cleanest nature, stuffed down like a raging storm inside a single, White mother. Or a victim of racism over the course of an entire life, who has yet to strike a single blow--any of which could be considered legitmized self-defense, rather than naked violence--"just returning what you just tried giving me." Or a lie, repressed, because of a monumental desire to control God's reign on Earth, rather than become a clear conduit for it. They cling to you, if you let them, like a disease that just wants to do what diseases do, too, which is sustain themselves & try to win over healthy things.

I used to think it was kind of cool when people my age were bucking the system about following a spiritual tradition. I looked around, & by and large, they weren't doin' while I was coolin'. And then, the inevitable happened, which was chaos & a gradual deterioration of all things important to me, including my peace of mind, until something wanted back in--or, more accurately, wanted recognition again, on a regular basis, & that was my personal connection to Source.

And now I see people way younger than me doing the trashy things people used to get totally ostracized for in my hometown--& to my knowledge, none of them practice any kind of spiritually centering anything, even though they clearly have the design for it. And all the older adults who would've brought down the heavy judgements that kept everyone in line, aren't saying or putting down anything, as if that's at all healing or aligning anyone.

I don't want to become them, probably because I couldn't, but I definitely would say, "Hey, do you realize you look like _______ Trash?" And maybe wear a bowtie and some smiley face stickers on your heart chakra while saying it. And, you see, the only way it's immediately & eternally impactful, into their souls, is if you aren't doing it, too, & are clearly better than they are, even, & especially, being older & alive on the planet, or forseeably ever could be.

Older people, too. They come out of unconsciousness, shedding their spouse, their kids, their values, & everything familiar, but rather than use the newfound freedom to dig deeper & improve their own quality as a human being in every way, they either fall into depression or break all the rules that make even the younger kids shake their heads in disgust.

I had this old(er) White dude follow me around a place where I went to grab a bite to eat the other day. He, I think, purposefully sat down at the table right ahead of mine, facing me, & was staring at me the entire time, pulling at my chi, expecting for reasons completely unfigureoutable to me that I'd return his attention. At all. Instead of puking, which is what I wanted to do the entire time. He was old. And White without being cool. And revolting, mainly in his energy. And like so many older White people today, especially in restaurants, I want to say, "Didn't your White mother tell you, like all the other good, White mothers, when you were approximately 4 or 5, not to stare at people for every reason under the sun?" Mine did. And she never had to, either, to be frank. Becuz I'm not revolting, as you clearly are now, even at 55 or 65.

And then I wonder if they're staring because they believe it's o-kay because I'm inferior because of something else. And then it occurs to me that, especially here in Arizona where, you know, kicking someone's a** seems to be a way of life, I wonder what the rules are--R they staring because, by all means, by now I should've already kicked their a** for being such a blatant, pathetic disgrace?

I mean, I've had little kids, old people, middle-aged people, all races, all nationalities, all situations, do weird stuff to &/or around me, & then have them come up before it got weird & say something, even if it was, "You know, my wife & I just think you are really beautiful."

But now? There's no relief. No explanations. Just weirdos.

The best in this society need to be the leaders and the teachers again. The jobs that we create need to be about what's in the best interest of the conscious evolution of humanity. Conscious means "I'm aware, I know I'm aware, & I'm choosing." We will find conscious evolution in what brings people joy, health, and requires that they become better & better conduits for Spirit, for universal love--brighter, purer, & more agile human beings.

Human error starts becoming virtually eliminated. Flight becomes something that again takes place in the mind. Hearts R safe to be wide open, without the burden of shadows, & instead of literally bursting. And a single human thought or intention becomes as pristine, clear a thing again as if the Renaissance had just become placed, emergency room-style, in a time and space when all hope was lost--for those who were still sane and connected to life.

No one prepared me for Unemployment, legalized discrimination by vampires against the Light, or taught me if or when it wouldn't be an admonishment to take a minimum wage job requiring only a high school education when I was graduating Summa Cum Laude from one of the best Business Schools in the country.

I came out of school claiming that I wanted to single-handedly change Corporate America so that it would operate in perfect excellence, in every regard, starting with its adherence to morals. Why? Because I saw it in my mind, & nothing I saw refused to come true. And yet, I had never been so dunked in wrong before, on all sides, so that I would go so far as to use the word "evil," including to my back, where people who were supposed to care about me were supposed to be. Forever.

In the spaces and distance and dimension of time and space called "becoming an adult," for those who desire a pure heart, a pure and clear mind, an open mind, and the truth, U are able to see what, perhaps, no God-loving person would ask for, which is to see just that--the truth--oftentimes the web of entanglement of "good" and "not-so-good" connection in all of our "loving" relationships.

Things people have thought about you. For years. Or things they've said. Vindictively. Behind your back. When you've always been honest with them and can't imagine wasting the time or energy spinning those webs in their regard. Why?

To me, this is the level of expectation, ability, and current achievement of the United States of American householder, or those who choose the path of making babies, making money, and dying in a very subpar kind of way. And the first indication that this is the case is in the most vile, & unabashed amongst them, who would try to beat you over the head, somehow, for "thinking you're so perfect," (implying that you're not), as if it's not crystal clear that you are--and by your choice and effort--whereas their choices and efforts take them on a roller coaster of trashy repute on a daily basis. At least be honest about it, & unabashed about THAT, AND the fact that U only became ashamed, embarrassed, and full of hatred when someone showed up who was, by her virtue, all the things U were not, making you realize you were. And it became exponentially hard to swallow that she was a minority, and a "she." Even though you are, too. And a true yogi, which makes it easier to become the aforementioned disease, not a healer since, in that moment, you are already overwhelmed by all these positive things about her you don't understand, & have to take to leachiness, thereby exposing your own ugliness, age-old, hereditary ignorance you haven't put down like the family dog who was blind, heaving instead of swallowing, & walking with a limp that even made your father cry.

Please, out of any sense of honor left in you, don't come running to me after you've done battle with me, on these levels, and have immediately gone away crippled by your own ignorance, & that low level alone, when Source comes for your soul, too, and like Alice, all becomes Wonderland, & the only home you have left is you.

I've Seen a New World

As time passes, I notice that I've left the warnings of adults twice my age behind, filling my just-exploding-into-being-on-my-own-ears with mistakes they'd made, or ways that they couldn't see a way around whore'ing themselves, & so they sold their soul, maybe multiple times, probably in many ways.

The crime against humanity is, or wasn't, just that they did. It's that they would wish it upon someone who they could clearly see had as good a chance as anyone at not falling into the same traps, if the opportunities presented themselves. The double crime is to run after that being with some final daggers, years down the road, as though said being can't feel that it is you & would not have the right--now on more than 1 count--to wish you exterminated.

The crime is that this is far too common an experience in people who childbear. Pretty soon, who isn't buying into the most insidious crap? It's traded like cards in Poker. It becomes ingrained, almost made solid, rather than thought or belief-like, like raindrops frozen by human will into piercing, pointed icicles, hung in mid-air, so that walking outside becomes like being in frozen hell, & everyone but the awake R calling it normalcy.

I'm being prohibited from entering any "real" path of being part of the world again, at this point, oftentimes explained to me by silence, broken promises, & minds that can't hold a positive thought once I'm off the phone with them or out of their sight.

This goes back, from what I see, to the Native American overtaking through lies, deception, straight-up corruption, & Godlessness--the deepest kind of irreverence & racial/cultural ignorance & fear.

This world, oftentimes, pervasively, is a series of takeovers, so it's not that this one was much different than any other one people wanting or taking another people's s**t.

This was different, though, in that the peoples who inhabited the lands now called the "United States of America" were far more enlightened, or spiritually centered in their existence than those who took them over. Obviously. To the high heavens, a special grief exists in special cases like this. Especially for those who know the karma that will come of such mass crime. It is not worth mentioning. It is what it is.

Consider, however, that a truly spiritual people cannot disconnect themselves from the care & wisdom of everything biological, including the Earth, the sky, & the energies that affect the planet, creating the spiritual experience of the people.

Thus, when the Earth is danced upon by such people, who are almost like orbs of Light creating gladness upon her skin, any feeling, thinking person can sense what might be upon the (most dishonorable, darkest adjective) people who have so chosen, as an all-over energetic charge, & all who come after them who have failed to correct the blood that has never come clean, of their own people's doing. And yet, the United States of America, in particular, is known for complete lostness & disconnection from any kind of roots, as people disenfranchise themselves in order to get that much closer to an identity now proving itself, like never be4, to be a tangent of destiny, where leadership on Planet Earth was or is concerned. And it shows. Pleading ignorance in every direction. How can I be held responsible for slavery, for concentration camps on United States of American soil, for the rape, mutilation, murder, & penning up-like-wild animals of mystics, holymen, oracles, & the bravest warriors, culture aside, when I don't even know, to be honest, where my Grandma came from, because I'm defined by my inability to get her, then blame her for it, then look to my porn collection & my facebook page & my constant stream of texts while driving, then almost hit some hot, clear, calm, & present guy on his motorcycle because--"Why can't they get a fricking car!?!? God. Those things R so dangerous."

I'm tired of Native Americans being wary.

I'm sick about feeling like I've been around this country for years, feeling like I'm searching 4 people, movement, & energies that R as natural & peaceful & rapturous as anything that has ever existed, & they're not there.

I can't imagine what it might feel like to dance ceremonially with my feet pulsating the Earth in complete & total rhythmic Oneness, like love-making to the mountains & streams & grasses & my entire history via every cell on the bottom of my feet to the ends of the hair on my head. Or to chill out around a fire with a Chief in full headdress & regalia who makes me feel safe just by being in his humbling presence, instead of the toxic, noxious ways of life that have come after for people of all ages.

Or to learn how to heal a soul--not a body part--& watch demons & disease leave a body from a shamaness.

Or watch a herd of buffalo thunder past, like lightning, like dancing beasts of endless prairie, that feed me, my tribe--body, Mind, soul.

That which was inspired & established as a most special, potential land of Light has had well over 150 years to prove itself. In many ways, that's literally nothing.

I was bought and sold. Literally. And I've watched, since leaving the angelic, almost otherworldly, aura I left college with, as the world around me seems to become less and less everything, the longer I walk, even when I sit to watch, & how easy it is 4 people to cast stones.

I've seen rootless people stand in Christian triumph, insinuating that we are a "Christian" nation, in clear bigotry, ignorance, & not-even-walking-it-themselvesness. As a dedicated, devout Roman Catholic of more than 20 years, I have to say that I've never met a Christian who trumped the solidity of the Catholic religion, in terms of depth & discipline, despite their recent issues. And, as someone who has left that practice but leaving no stone unturned in my loyalty & reverence 4 that part of my life, who now stands in the truth of my connection to Source, which is truly my own, I say that I have yet to become aware of any part of our country's supposed "Christianity"-ruled history that shows where it wasn't as flawed & lacking spirituality as anything corrupt in existence. Especially in international relations.

And that goes back to the Native Americans. And every other person of true interest in the destiny of the special, potential land of Light established on this continent. We were never meant to be a melting pot. We were meant to be a union that would win the Game between humans & God--the most complex kind--in which all these random peoples of every single expression would come together, try to live as neighbors, & choose to illuminate themselves by honoring in all directions, especially within. In doing so, it would become a spiritual infrastructure to facilitate the only true growth that exists, & any trade, bartering, or exchange would be to facilitate these enlightened goals. For one person to be starving while the next is insane, disconnected, on crack/cocaine, & has a stockpile of money in various places bigger than Mt.Everest is out of alignment with the reason we all exist.

Those who cannot feel the suffering of their own race--the human one--or of the Earth, or of Spiritual Law being broken into shards in a million places so they can have their daily Starbucks & run to their Benz R causing global warming, earthquakes, flooding, & the rage of an Earth Mother who does not know emotion but raw feeling & response that does not have the capability or luxury of interpretation.

She feels your disease, how you harm yourself, how you ignore it & call it progress, & how you continue to masturbate off the disintegration of the only sacred peoples or things that have ever existed around you. How you'll use any energy that you can get your hands on to further your out-of-God/human-alignment-intentions, like cannibals feeding off the already-abused, then maniacally dousing yourself in wine because, by all good measure, you are already drunk on human blood & then barely notice that Hollywood keeps putting out more films & TV shows on vampires.

Give the Native Americans back much of the land. And only if they need you, will you return to help them since they are beyond bruised, beaten, & broken. Why don't you start with the states that make this Union look the most like a raucous joke--that have never been able to really find stability or viability--at least recently. It's because your people don't BELONG there. Don't you get it? Their skin's not made for it, nor their perception of beauty, & they have not found peace.

And all of us who were brought to this land for reasons not of our choosing, other than to be used like Duracells, how 'bout we create a law that says we ALL get 1 free roundtrip ticket that can be made one-way, if we generally like where we came from better. I just hope you don't wonder where all the "good vibe" goes since you spent most of our lives taking advantage of our talent & amazingness while we were here & thanking us by discriminating against us, stripping us of our real names, & projecting all of your ugliness onto us. Gee. There will be no one to do that to after some of us R gone. Looks like you'll be ugly & alone together. Hope you're happy, even without us around to be sad.

And while some of the descendents of slaves & all the international, interracial adoptees flee the country (the ones who decide they R actually at 110% as Koh, Jin Hee, rather than, say, "Amy Schmelzer," especially as the walk into adulthood continues, as mentioned above), as well as immigrants who came over sold on the word-of-mouth that this was supposed to be the hypest country on the planet & realize it's a complete sham--a spiritually diseased, disjointed place of misplaced focus & positive PR to the rest of the world, is-about-to-self-combust-because-of-its-corruption-from-its-beginnings-but-let's-blame-it-on-the-business-world in 2011.

While that's going on, there might actually be leaders who can effectively put their foot down on people who are here without being citizens or anything legitimate. It's not that big of a deal, but NO, it's illegal, so get the f out. And nothing against you, but when you've got a better plan than let's-hide-in-some-undercarriage-&-sneak-like-a-fricking-2-year-old into (one of) the most civilized countries in the world (As you can see, there's a long way to go, y'all), we'll welcome you with open arms.

But you won't get to meet so-and-so when U finally arrive cuz she gave up hope when, after being stuck out in the Recession for an ungodly amount of time & watched all the "good" people she used to know show their true colors when their fear & routine & lust for their material addictions & lies became more important than her life, & the Fortune 500 company never called her back, & then she found out they were being busted in multiple states for masses of citizens from other countries being given a nametag that said "General Manager" because they formed a clique--I hated cliques, even in high school--& were given, like, $45,000/yr. salaries to do a job she had the ability to do after sophomore year in high school, much less college, & she watched as all the White people whose kids they don't speak to now actually hire these people--they all smoke dope, & not for medical purposes, do nothing of real outstandingness in any part of their lives, but they're good at being soul prostitutes, then blaming it on their parents--they don't hire the one U won't meet, even for fun, because her inner authority just asks EVERYBODY to take a step back & see what's being created & how it's become the "American way."

And she stood up for all a y'all when she wore her Catholic girl skirt on the playground like you were her own brother--Black, Purple, Red, Yellow, & Brown, Gay, Dorky White Kid Who Almost Got Beat Up, the Left-Handed. Like a stick figure, fighting monk warrior chick with a loud enough voice to scare ALL the bullies away--even with a bow in her hair. But no one cares about being a REAL American minority who's earned his or her proud stripes in this society by being AMERICAN--by being pounded out like metal into a sword with an ornate scabbard until you can fight your own battles & win because this is now your home, too. Or that all these new minorities coming over to fill the current soul void of those in power don't care about because they can play White person & get any other role-playing ability for any other Color they need from facebook & LinkedIn.

Martin Luther King, Jr., who? I'm here to rape the Earth, just like all the other souls who seem drawn to this place cuz that's what they do here.

We won't say "no" to illegal immigration in everyday life, but we will allow our repressed anger to build up into a hate group who'll go down to the border & try to "do it themselves" & start shooting people up for the pure, White race! After all, the people who actually really feel that way would never want to do it. They'll psychically push it onto dumb, White, younger people who have less to lose. I'm too busy playing with my dog, Buster, who I have a relationship with that borderlines crazy because I'm so unnatural I can't even feel my hand while I'm reaching down to pet Buster--Buster & my morning paper. Not my wife. She's in the kitchen with a waxy expression plastered on her face from years of my looking at her one way, thinking she's all varieties of things that would hurt her feelings if she knew I thought them, but I want to go down on the girl next door. Just the thought of that keeps me quiet & keeps us together.

And now, I'm gonna get REALLY upset about this because Freedom of Speech--especially the really intelligent, wise kind from kids who were raised in our schools & went to our churches & are stuck out in the Recession & made money for our athletic departments--because mind control started replacing that a while ago. That, &/or Hollywood. So unless you're striving to feed our downward spiraling expectations & wealth that has never worked for everyone on this planet, we're gonna leave you out in the cold 'til one of these prophecies comes true about the world ending. And if you're not a rack of bones by then, maybe we'll wipe the drool off your face & ask you what the heck U were talking about in 2002.

Bring it.

I dare you.

Or bring back the Truth.