I had kind of a weird image tonight. I closed my eyes for a minute and was going to pray and something flashed up and yet I can't describe it exactly because I have no idea what it is.
It looked kind of like 4-8 poles of some kind, close together, steel or metal, silver colored and not glittery, and I saw them from an angle where they were more horizontal than vertical and they were rubbing back and forth against eachother, or moving back and forth sort of like table hockey sticks. They looked kind of like they had these other shapes on them, like carved hexagon, octagon little knobs or shapes in steel on these poles. I saw it in a flash and can't say I've seen anything like it and I don't know what it is. I wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, it just came to mind. I want to say I also saw a color but I don't want to say what because I don't want it to be a big deal.
Then a few things came to mind to pray for and "london" was one of them but I thought maybe it was my cousin's child, who is named "london". I prayed for him and then I prayed for other people in general too. I focused on my son and thought about him and tried to send him a lot of good messages and I felt very warm doing this. I talked to him in my thoughts, meditating on him and then I prayed to God for him, asking for blessings of happiness and peace and for protection by all God's angels and from others as well.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Unemployment Offices Disaster
I guess they're worried finally. For the first time, today, they were recording their calls with me. They never did this in the past. The unemployment offices, that is. I heard this very loud "bbeeeeeep!" right before someone got on the line to take my call. Both times, and it's never happened before. Before I mentioned the "beep" I think the woman wondered how I knew when I said something about "So why is this the first day your offices have ever bothered to record my calls? when all these other times, when I was given false information or my case was droppped all over the place, there was no recording?"
I could not believe it, because today when I called, the woman said that since August they only have a record of my filing for maybe 6-8 times. I said, "That is NOT right," and when I said something about how the last time I brought up my missing dates that I actually filed, someone told me to call later to request a receipt. So I said, is this what I have to do? and I was told, "No one ever said that". Or something like, "That's not true" and I said, "That's what I was told." Then she said, they only had a record of so many calls and I said how is it that my calls are not going into their computer system? I listen through all the lousy songs they have to play while I wait, and I remember full blown conversations with their people on some of the days I file and when I've filed, I always wait until it says "Your claim has been accepted" and then I hang up.
Supposedly, if you wait until you hear these magic words, your claim goes through into a system and is recorded as filed. I said, "Either it wasn't going through, or someone has gone in and deleted my claims or the records." She said, "No one has deleted your records" and I said, "How do you know? Do you keep an eye on everyone? And can you prove they DIDN'T?"
I know positively I've filed way more than this, at least more than half of the time, and then a few times I was sick or forgot but still looked for work anyway.
So I asked today what the hold up was and I got different answers and then this supervisor put me on "hold" but disconnected me. I stayed "on hold" as I reached across and entered my information into another telephone there. Funny, because when I was already supposed to be on the other line, holding, the other phone had normal music, their normal instrumental elevator crap with messages inbetween. It's when someone registers my social security number, the music gets switched to these bizarre songs.
I asked for an address for making a release of information request. I asked who I make a complaint to, in how my case has been handled. I also asked, "Who the hell is 'Prescott'?" when I was told the guy handling my interstate claim matter went by the ID number of 747 and it was not a Prescott. At least, that's not the name I got.
This hold up has taken 6 months when I could have taken care of business, in their position, in one week.
Apparently, my former boss DID send in a handwritten statement but now they're claiming it's not good enough.?! So he DID try to send something in for me but these state departments are purposefully screwing around with things. And then there was all this talk about "Special Wages" unit and I was asked if I was federal military or a federal civilian. I said I was a normal working waitress and what was going on.
All of the information they went over or questions asked, 99% of it I already went over months ago in August.
Just when it sounds like my hours and wages are sent in though, it was on the same day I got a really big push to apply for disability, which would cancel out my unemployment. I think Michelle Erickson decided to barge in sometime after this was about to come in, and then today I had a massive amount of pressure to apply when I didn't have all my questions answered. I was told, "You may NEVER get any unemployment money." I went in 3 weeks ago and it was like no hurry at all and then today it was a big deal and then I go next door and find out I'm getting much closer to getting unemployment money.
At any rate, I am in this for the long haul. I would really like to think that something could turn around, but it seems, if the state is unwilling to increase visitation, this isn't their intention at all. They've never once demonstrated good faith to me or my son, so I am preparing myself for many more years of dealing with them, in court. Of course, it could turn around, but I would be so shocked at this point, I think that's how I might die, of a heart attack from surprise.
I need to see the visitation notes that are recent, because I have a feeling there are more lies. My son doesn't even like her, even though last time she tried to act nicer torwards him, he can read people. Sue lied, a LOT, but she must have at least been good to my son. This new one might be lying and also not be very good with my son, and I've been concerned by more gang pressure she's laid on me, but this time it's been done without it being said out loud. I'll bet they switched Sue out because they worried that since she verbalized something, she might be caught, and so they brought in someone new. I would have to see her notes, but I already have a feeling by the other messages she's been giving me and so, before even seeing the notes, I feel like I know.
And really, if it comes down to people lying, if this other one is doing the same, I'll take the liar my son prefers at least.
I think my own lawyer doesn't want to be there, partly out of guilt and partly because he knows if he's surrounded by the symbolic crap my son and I have to deal with, he's complicit, not that he hasn't been already. I need audio taping to keep the record straight of how my son and I interact, and then my own personal friend or advocate to be able to sit in and witness what I witness, on my own behalf. The state has their person, and I need my person.
I could not believe it, because today when I called, the woman said that since August they only have a record of my filing for maybe 6-8 times. I said, "That is NOT right," and when I said something about how the last time I brought up my missing dates that I actually filed, someone told me to call later to request a receipt. So I said, is this what I have to do? and I was told, "No one ever said that". Or something like, "That's not true" and I said, "That's what I was told." Then she said, they only had a record of so many calls and I said how is it that my calls are not going into their computer system? I listen through all the lousy songs they have to play while I wait, and I remember full blown conversations with their people on some of the days I file and when I've filed, I always wait until it says "Your claim has been accepted" and then I hang up.
Supposedly, if you wait until you hear these magic words, your claim goes through into a system and is recorded as filed. I said, "Either it wasn't going through, or someone has gone in and deleted my claims or the records." She said, "No one has deleted your records" and I said, "How do you know? Do you keep an eye on everyone? And can you prove they DIDN'T?"
I know positively I've filed way more than this, at least more than half of the time, and then a few times I was sick or forgot but still looked for work anyway.
So I asked today what the hold up was and I got different answers and then this supervisor put me on "hold" but disconnected me. I stayed "on hold" as I reached across and entered my information into another telephone there. Funny, because when I was already supposed to be on the other line, holding, the other phone had normal music, their normal instrumental elevator crap with messages inbetween. It's when someone registers my social security number, the music gets switched to these bizarre songs.
I asked for an address for making a release of information request. I asked who I make a complaint to, in how my case has been handled. I also asked, "Who the hell is 'Prescott'?" when I was told the guy handling my interstate claim matter went by the ID number of 747 and it was not a Prescott. At least, that's not the name I got.
This hold up has taken 6 months when I could have taken care of business, in their position, in one week.
Apparently, my former boss DID send in a handwritten statement but now they're claiming it's not good enough.?! So he DID try to send something in for me but these state departments are purposefully screwing around with things. And then there was all this talk about "Special Wages" unit and I was asked if I was federal military or a federal civilian. I said I was a normal working waitress and what was going on.
All of the information they went over or questions asked, 99% of it I already went over months ago in August.
Just when it sounds like my hours and wages are sent in though, it was on the same day I got a really big push to apply for disability, which would cancel out my unemployment. I think Michelle Erickson decided to barge in sometime after this was about to come in, and then today I had a massive amount of pressure to apply when I didn't have all my questions answered. I was told, "You may NEVER get any unemployment money." I went in 3 weeks ago and it was like no hurry at all and then today it was a big deal and then I go next door and find out I'm getting much closer to getting unemployment money.
At any rate, I am in this for the long haul. I would really like to think that something could turn around, but it seems, if the state is unwilling to increase visitation, this isn't their intention at all. They've never once demonstrated good faith to me or my son, so I am preparing myself for many more years of dealing with them, in court. Of course, it could turn around, but I would be so shocked at this point, I think that's how I might die, of a heart attack from surprise.
I need to see the visitation notes that are recent, because I have a feeling there are more lies. My son doesn't even like her, even though last time she tried to act nicer torwards him, he can read people. Sue lied, a LOT, but she must have at least been good to my son. This new one might be lying and also not be very good with my son, and I've been concerned by more gang pressure she's laid on me, but this time it's been done without it being said out loud. I'll bet they switched Sue out because they worried that since she verbalized something, she might be caught, and so they brought in someone new. I would have to see her notes, but I already have a feeling by the other messages she's been giving me and so, before even seeing the notes, I feel like I know.
And really, if it comes down to people lying, if this other one is doing the same, I'll take the liar my son prefers at least.
I think my own lawyer doesn't want to be there, partly out of guilt and partly because he knows if he's surrounded by the symbolic crap my son and I have to deal with, he's complicit, not that he hasn't been already. I need audio taping to keep the record straight of how my son and I interact, and then my own personal friend or advocate to be able to sit in and witness what I witness, on my own behalf. The state has their person, and I need my person.
To Clinic For Anemia But ER as "Tired"?
I don't have insurance right now, so I went to the walk in clinic to be checked for anemia and maybe given medication to get this back up...I cannot afford to be so fatigued right now.
So I was sent to Emergency with the complaint listed as "Tired". They wanted a signature. I said, "Are you kidding me? tired?! and Emergency?" I said, "This makes me sound nuts, like I'm going to the Emergency room thinking being "tired" is life threatening."
So I said, "Will you please have someone change this to "anemia"" and I don't need the Emergency room, I just need the walk in clinic. It's not an emergency." So I was told I hadn't been diagnosed with anemia yet. I said, "I was, it came up on my Red Cross exam" and I said I was just there to get it confirmed and get something that would help me get my energy and memory up to normal so it's easier to function.
I sat back down in the waiting room and told some guy, and he said, "Yeah, it would sound nuts, like you need to be in another kind of room." I said, "I know! Like, hi everyone! I'm just feeling kinda tired and wondered if I could have a cup of coffee if I check in?" He laughed, and I said, "Or, I could really use a nice soft bed to lie down on, and I just thought about yew guuuuyyyys."
I tried to explain, and to the regular guy waiting on the side, it needed no explanation. I said to the front desk woman, "I just don't need any more medical records which sound nuts or make it sound like I am, when I'm not, and I'm not a hypochondriac, and I wasn't trying to get 'emergency' attention either."
So I was told they'd add "anemia" to the record and then I said, "What about the emergency thing? I came in before 5 p.m. and I'm told the walk in clinic is open until 6 p.m."
So I was told I HAD to go to the ER if I wanted to be seen. I said, "But this isn't 'life threatening'!" and I demanded to know why I couldn't be seen in the walk-in clinic for a normal problem.
I was told, "It's Dr. Freed's orders--you can't go to walk in, only ER." I said, "Well, I just had an MRI and radiology done there and that wasn't ER and there were no problems, so what's the problem now?"
What I am very aware of, is how an inaccurate record gives me a bad or misleading appearance, to someone who doesn't really know what the story is or was.
So, for the record, I DID try to go to the walk in like a normal person, and I do NOT think anemia is life threatening, but it is definitely something I need to be treated for because it's affecting my ability to function.
But imagine. I know very well what the state likes to do with some kind of medical record that pops up in an Emergency room visit, with someone admitting themself for being "tired".
At my request, they made some alterations to the wording. I couldn't get around the ER thing and was told I should just go there since I couldn't go anywhere else, and get checked out because sometimes anemia means there is internal bleeding.. Either that there has been internal bleeding, or the stores of iron have been lost and they cannot be replenished by iron-rich foods alone. It has to be treated.
So I'm sitting here. Waiting for my blood to be drawn. Totally not an emergency, but let it be said, I know this. I'm stuck with only one option.
But when this guy came in and then said, "Well, this is a nice place to rest" I raised an eyebrow.
I was asked if I am doing something, like working, which I need my energy for and I said, "I'm not working now but I've been looking for work and I have other things going on like litigation and need to have my strength for possible appeals to higher courts."
I have already decided, if I have to, I will keep appealing to get my son back, all the way to the Supreme Court. I found out today that the state has to pay for the first appeal but after that, a law firm has to take the case pro bono or be paid to go further.
I am going to do everything within my power to get my son back and I don't care how much time, energy, or money it takes. I've been the only person who has heard what he says repeatedly, that he wants to be with his mother, and who respects his wishes and tries to fight for the truth.
I had thought people would try to work with me at the Wenatchee level but I am preparing myself for a very long haul. And I am ready and willing to do it.
This woman who I talked to today said, now that she's in the 9th circuit, she thinks the Wenatchee or Chelan Judge wishes now that he'd taken a closer look at her case and she said she thinks he actually even feels sorry for her, or about it now. I said, "Do you think he feels sorry because he didn't have any idea? or sorry because he never thought it would get out and go very far and no one would be caught?" She said she didn't know.
She said she was forced to go to a psychological evaluation and they said she was "paranoid schitzophrenic", "Bipolar" and had "PTSD" too. I said to her, "But I'm talking to you and you sound so normal!" She said, that's what everyone says. I said, "Are you on medication now?" and she said no. I said, "You sound so NORMAL!" I wondered how in the world someone got away with diagnosing her with such incredulous things. Then one of her friends came along and said that as long as she'd known her, she sounded normal too.
I don't know. There was the weird stuff going on again, but I do have to say, this woman isn't half the things they diagnosed with. She just got trashed. I don't know if these psychologists really know what paranoid schitzophrenia or bipolar is or if they've seen enough cases to know what the difference is between normal and creative or different, and truly mentally ill. Her friend spoke up and said, "Yeah, schitzophrenia is an organic disorder that is corrected by certain salts and they didn't work on her because she doesn't have it and never did."
I asked how the case got started and she said they had been living in a poor looking house and she had turned in her landlord to the Better Business Bureau and he retaliated. She had a lot of evidence but it was all overlooked in court.
In my case, I've never had a lawyer even helping me to bring it to court so it could get filed. I kept telling my lawyer too, to appeal certain things and they just say there is only one appeal at the end. There are a LOT of things which can be done before "the end".
Anyway, this woman said after she's done with the custody suit, she's going to sue the state. I told her I'd like to hear more and put together an article about her case, to publish online or possibly with a paper that might be interested.
I've had a lot of people asking me to help them and telling me about their CPS case, but they're usually out of the area and I can't do anything unless they can email me and send me all the details or documents. But this woman lives nearby so I may be able to do something there.
One paper in this area said they'd carry my own story, about what I've gone through, personally, and then I thought it might be a good idea to write something for someone else too, and put it out to a larger audience.
So I was sent to Emergency with the complaint listed as "Tired". They wanted a signature. I said, "Are you kidding me? tired?! and Emergency?" I said, "This makes me sound nuts, like I'm going to the Emergency room thinking being "tired" is life threatening."
So I said, "Will you please have someone change this to "anemia"" and I don't need the Emergency room, I just need the walk in clinic. It's not an emergency." So I was told I hadn't been diagnosed with anemia yet. I said, "I was, it came up on my Red Cross exam" and I said I was just there to get it confirmed and get something that would help me get my energy and memory up to normal so it's easier to function.
I sat back down in the waiting room and told some guy, and he said, "Yeah, it would sound nuts, like you need to be in another kind of room." I said, "I know! Like, hi everyone! I'm just feeling kinda tired and wondered if I could have a cup of coffee if I check in?" He laughed, and I said, "Or, I could really use a nice soft bed to lie down on, and I just thought about yew guuuuyyyys."
I tried to explain, and to the regular guy waiting on the side, it needed no explanation. I said to the front desk woman, "I just don't need any more medical records which sound nuts or make it sound like I am, when I'm not, and I'm not a hypochondriac, and I wasn't trying to get 'emergency' attention either."
So I was told they'd add "anemia" to the record and then I said, "What about the emergency thing? I came in before 5 p.m. and I'm told the walk in clinic is open until 6 p.m."
So I was told I HAD to go to the ER if I wanted to be seen. I said, "But this isn't 'life threatening'!" and I demanded to know why I couldn't be seen in the walk-in clinic for a normal problem.
I was told, "It's Dr. Freed's orders--you can't go to walk in, only ER." I said, "Well, I just had an MRI and radiology done there and that wasn't ER and there were no problems, so what's the problem now?"
What I am very aware of, is how an inaccurate record gives me a bad or misleading appearance, to someone who doesn't really know what the story is or was.
So, for the record, I DID try to go to the walk in like a normal person, and I do NOT think anemia is life threatening, but it is definitely something I need to be treated for because it's affecting my ability to function.
But imagine. I know very well what the state likes to do with some kind of medical record that pops up in an Emergency room visit, with someone admitting themself for being "tired".
At my request, they made some alterations to the wording. I couldn't get around the ER thing and was told I should just go there since I couldn't go anywhere else, and get checked out because sometimes anemia means there is internal bleeding.. Either that there has been internal bleeding, or the stores of iron have been lost and they cannot be replenished by iron-rich foods alone. It has to be treated.
So I'm sitting here. Waiting for my blood to be drawn. Totally not an emergency, but let it be said, I know this. I'm stuck with only one option.
But when this guy came in and then said, "Well, this is a nice place to rest" I raised an eyebrow.
I was asked if I am doing something, like working, which I need my energy for and I said, "I'm not working now but I've been looking for work and I have other things going on like litigation and need to have my strength for possible appeals to higher courts."
I have already decided, if I have to, I will keep appealing to get my son back, all the way to the Supreme Court. I found out today that the state has to pay for the first appeal but after that, a law firm has to take the case pro bono or be paid to go further.
I am going to do everything within my power to get my son back and I don't care how much time, energy, or money it takes. I've been the only person who has heard what he says repeatedly, that he wants to be with his mother, and who respects his wishes and tries to fight for the truth.
I had thought people would try to work with me at the Wenatchee level but I am preparing myself for a very long haul. And I am ready and willing to do it.
This woman who I talked to today said, now that she's in the 9th circuit, she thinks the Wenatchee or Chelan Judge wishes now that he'd taken a closer look at her case and she said she thinks he actually even feels sorry for her, or about it now. I said, "Do you think he feels sorry because he didn't have any idea? or sorry because he never thought it would get out and go very far and no one would be caught?" She said she didn't know.
She said she was forced to go to a psychological evaluation and they said she was "paranoid schitzophrenic", "Bipolar" and had "PTSD" too. I said to her, "But I'm talking to you and you sound so normal!" She said, that's what everyone says. I said, "Are you on medication now?" and she said no. I said, "You sound so NORMAL!" I wondered how in the world someone got away with diagnosing her with such incredulous things. Then one of her friends came along and said that as long as she'd known her, she sounded normal too.
I don't know. There was the weird stuff going on again, but I do have to say, this woman isn't half the things they diagnosed with. She just got trashed. I don't know if these psychologists really know what paranoid schitzophrenia or bipolar is or if they've seen enough cases to know what the difference is between normal and creative or different, and truly mentally ill. Her friend spoke up and said, "Yeah, schitzophrenia is an organic disorder that is corrected by certain salts and they didn't work on her because she doesn't have it and never did."
I asked how the case got started and she said they had been living in a poor looking house and she had turned in her landlord to the Better Business Bureau and he retaliated. She had a lot of evidence but it was all overlooked in court.
In my case, I've never had a lawyer even helping me to bring it to court so it could get filed. I kept telling my lawyer too, to appeal certain things and they just say there is only one appeal at the end. There are a LOT of things which can be done before "the end".
Anyway, this woman said after she's done with the custody suit, she's going to sue the state. I told her I'd like to hear more and put together an article about her case, to publish online or possibly with a paper that might be interested.
I've had a lot of people asking me to help them and telling me about their CPS case, but they're usually out of the area and I can't do anything unless they can email me and send me all the details or documents. But this woman lives nearby so I may be able to do something there.
One paper in this area said they'd carry my own story, about what I've gone through, personally, and then I thought it might be a good idea to write something for someone else too, and put it out to a larger audience.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Fell Asleep & Sick
I do not feel very good.
I am hoping I didn't miss a call about a UA, because I was going to call and then I fell asleep without wanting to.
I'm so tired, even though I took a walk, I think I need to get hooked up with something at a medical place. I read you cannot correct low iron after it's low, with food, and I've been eating tons of iron anyway
Two times this week I forgot to call to see if I had one, because I fell asleep not wanting to. I just did it again.
Then, I tried to look up the time to do it anyway, and the time came up in military time, which I did not switch it to.
Right before falling asleep I thought, "Maybe Yonkers." I thought, "Maybe Shirley is from Yonkers." and boom, I was out.
I don't feel sick as in flu, just so tired, and not able to stay awake which isn't normal for me.
Oh, I just remembered I did call, and didn't have any UAs. I forgot. I do think there is something wrong with me but since it's exhaustion and I showed up anemic when I haven't been for years, I think it's anemia.
I've fallen asleep almost every day this week, several times without wanting to or trying to.
I am hoping I didn't miss a call about a UA, because I was going to call and then I fell asleep without wanting to.
I'm so tired, even though I took a walk, I think I need to get hooked up with something at a medical place. I read you cannot correct low iron after it's low, with food, and I've been eating tons of iron anyway
Two times this week I forgot to call to see if I had one, because I fell asleep not wanting to. I just did it again.
Then, I tried to look up the time to do it anyway, and the time came up in military time, which I did not switch it to.
Right before falling asleep I thought, "Maybe Yonkers." I thought, "Maybe Shirley is from Yonkers." and boom, I was out.
I don't feel sick as in flu, just so tired, and not able to stay awake which isn't normal for me.
Oh, I just remembered I did call, and didn't have any UAs. I forgot. I do think there is something wrong with me but since it's exhaustion and I showed up anemic when I haven't been for years, I think it's anemia.
I've fallen asleep almost every day this week, several times without wanting to or trying to.
Shirley Short Hair
I met a woman this morning who had a totally yiddish or Bronx accent, and she told me she was from "MA". She claimed she'd lived there and then over here, in Wenatchee, for the last 25 years. She invited me in and wanted me to come back for "tea" or "coffee" and yet she was acting so weird when I left, I wondered.
I was right to wonder! Not only that, I am realizing that my intuition is not perfect, but it is VERY good. You won't believe what happened.
Okay, so "Mystery Shirley" didn't live the entire first part of her life in MA. I could tell it was East Coast, but there is not a soul in MA that has that accent. No way, no how. Not unless they immigrated.
I wanted to borrow a phone for a minute this morning and it is the FIRST and ONLY time that I've knocked on any neighbor's door in this general area except for once for an emergency concerning my son. But not over there at all. So this woman has scripture stuff all over her house, and books by Max Lucado and Bible's set out all over the place and little framed sayings on her wall.
I only knocked on her door because the light was on and it was the only one with the light on. So I knocked and said I was just down the road and was still waiting for the phone to be set up, and could I use a phone for a minute? and she said yes, and please come in and she acted like she'd been waiting for me her whole life. She was totally done up and she had this chair facing a window that looked out over all of Wenatchee and had me sit there by her knitting. She told me her bird's name was "Amos" for being a bearer of burdens and I laughed and said I'd also had a parakeet by the name of Jonah. So this woman acted like she knew exactly who I was, and yet gave me this story about how she was from MA, when I knew she didn't get that accent from MA. No one from Wenatchee would even know, really, because she was a transplant 20-some years ago. She said her husband had worked for Boeing for 30 years. She said he died one year after moving to Wenatchee (probably not from natural causes either if he wasn't born here).
She decided to stay here anyway. So she's going on and on and I thought she was being nice but then she started asking about some "little girl" asking for $30 or something and wanted to know if I knew her. I said no, because I didn't.
I said almost nothing about myself, just that I needed to call someone and then I kept it under a minute, and I also said something about being tired and then she was doing this little memory test with me, asking me details and if I remembered different things. She told me my memory was going to be much worse when I was older, and I just said "mmmhmm". I really asked more about her life. Oh, she asked if I had any friends in the area and though I do, I just said, surrounding area. She said she was a homemaker and had 5 kids, and that was it. I could tell she was fairly intelligent, and she didn't seem like the type who would only do homemaking. But anyway, I left after 10 minutes of chatting, thanked her and she said, as she touched my arm, "Come back again please!" She had said this in the livingroom too. She kept telling me to please come back and visit her and she said, "Next time we'll have coffee or tea." Then I saw this odd look on her face but didn't think much of it. So I left! She asked me, at least 3 times, to please come back and visit often and she said, "I don't work so I try to help when I can." She even told me some woman was moving out of her apartment and that I should check into it.
The other thing which was kind of weird, she was wearing sort of a seafoam green or maybe "aqua" and then had this gigantic angel sitting by her window. Sort of in the middle of nowhere. She told me the item she was knitting in the basket was a "prayer shawl."
Next thing I know, I'm coming down the hill after finding some deer, and I was really looking for the wolf, but I got back to the house and what do I see down the street? A policecar in front of her house.
I instantly "knew". I have had a couple of people in this town, sometimes go out of their way to invite me to their house, not because I'm using a phone, but invite me over, and then turn around and try to complain that I was knocking on their door and annoying them. I didn't even know which apartment the officer was at, but I knew, immediately. I thought, "I will bet she called and tried to say I bothered her" just to cause trouble.
I was totally right. I mean, how would I even know there was about to be an apartment available unless she hadn't been encouraging me to move in NEXT DOOR?! One minute she's telling me to come back and have tea or coffee and saying to move in next door to her, and a couple of hours later she's calling police? So weird.
But not only was I right that she'd tried to cause problem when there wasn't an issue, I said to this guy outside, after asking "Why are the police here?" He said he didn't know and I said what I thought might be going on because "I just have a feeling" and I even told him, "She's probably telling him she's worried I was casing the joint." So he laughs and nods, and then the officer is pulling out and I waved him over and asked what was going on. He started to talk and then I said I wanted to know if it was some woman and he tells me yes! It was her! and, he said, he even said she thought I was casing the joint. His exact words. It was like he had just overheard exactly what I said to the other guy and the other guy heard both of us too.
So then I was told it was really more about someone else than me but I had been mentioned by "two ladies" and I told him I'd only ever met or knocked on one door one time, and met that one woman, and that was today. Then he kept saying something about did I know some girl who was "weird" and I said no, there were just a couple of preteen kids in the area and they seemed nice and I couldn't imagine the little girl was any kind of problem at all. I did tell the officer this woman had asked about some girl and was weird about it.
So as I was talking to this officer, the woman, "Shirley", comes out of her house with this purple jacket on and just glares and smirks at me. She KNEW! This woman did what she did intentionally and that look made it clear. What I mean by "did what she did" is just that she purposefully tried to cause trouble and drag my name through the mud and then was telling me to keep going BACK.
So what was going to happen if I didn't stop the office and ask? I was going to go back for "coffee" and to chat and she was going to invite me in again and bs and then call the police again?
Totally bizarre. But she's not the first to do this to me. I've had some really interesting encounters in this town. One by a similiar type of woman, whose husbands both worked in the military in high ranking positions for years and then the woman tells me "The Arabs tried to BUY my daughter and the U.S. told them, 'we don't do things that way'" and this woman kept going on and on and wanted me to visit and I later found out she'd complained about me after she acted like I was the catch. I guess one of her daughters served in the military in the Dubai and someone wanted to marry her and asked about an arrangement. She read all these eclectic magazines, from The Smithsonian to some high ranking military magazine, to National Geographic, art world stuff...and I asked her why she was subscribing to the military magazine and she said, "Oh I get it as a courtesy to my husband" (who died, like, 10 years ago).
Anyway, I cannot believe this woman Shirley has ever read a book by Max Lucado. SO bizarre. And why would she even have an Amazing Grace thing on her wall? She doesn't know anything about "grace"! To do that to someone! Come back for "coffee" or "tea". Right. I really thought, she sounded yiddish. I would have thought she was Jewish, just by her accent, before anything else. It wasn't just a New York style accent, it was more like yiddish or just different. I don't know how to describe it but honestly, maybe it's more of a Bronx or Brooklyn type of a thing? Definitely not MA. I think people don't realize how well-traveled I've been, at least in the states, and they underestimate me.
I can't imagine why anyone would want me to be in trouble unless it is affecting my son in a negative way, for me to be living where I'm living, but where would I move to? I mean, this woman just wanted to put some kind of a bad rap on me.
Partly, my hunch was intuitive because it was based on seeing the police car there when it's a quiet neighborhood, and then also knowing how some in this community have intentionally tried to create problems for me. But the rest of it, was even more accurate than I would think. I felt like I knew exactly what she was saying, and I even said it to someone else and then it was repeated.
How disappointing though. I try to be nice and some people are just mean. I guess my last post was for people like Shirley, aside from state workers.
I was right to wonder! Not only that, I am realizing that my intuition is not perfect, but it is VERY good. You won't believe what happened.
Okay, so "Mystery Shirley" didn't live the entire first part of her life in MA. I could tell it was East Coast, but there is not a soul in MA that has that accent. No way, no how. Not unless they immigrated.
I wanted to borrow a phone for a minute this morning and it is the FIRST and ONLY time that I've knocked on any neighbor's door in this general area except for once for an emergency concerning my son. But not over there at all. So this woman has scripture stuff all over her house, and books by Max Lucado and Bible's set out all over the place and little framed sayings on her wall.
I only knocked on her door because the light was on and it was the only one with the light on. So I knocked and said I was just down the road and was still waiting for the phone to be set up, and could I use a phone for a minute? and she said yes, and please come in and she acted like she'd been waiting for me her whole life. She was totally done up and she had this chair facing a window that looked out over all of Wenatchee and had me sit there by her knitting. She told me her bird's name was "Amos" for being a bearer of burdens and I laughed and said I'd also had a parakeet by the name of Jonah. So this woman acted like she knew exactly who I was, and yet gave me this story about how she was from MA, when I knew she didn't get that accent from MA. No one from Wenatchee would even know, really, because she was a transplant 20-some years ago. She said her husband had worked for Boeing for 30 years. She said he died one year after moving to Wenatchee (probably not from natural causes either if he wasn't born here).
She decided to stay here anyway. So she's going on and on and I thought she was being nice but then she started asking about some "little girl" asking for $30 or something and wanted to know if I knew her. I said no, because I didn't.
I said almost nothing about myself, just that I needed to call someone and then I kept it under a minute, and I also said something about being tired and then she was doing this little memory test with me, asking me details and if I remembered different things. She told me my memory was going to be much worse when I was older, and I just said "mmmhmm". I really asked more about her life. Oh, she asked if I had any friends in the area and though I do, I just said, surrounding area. She said she was a homemaker and had 5 kids, and that was it. I could tell she was fairly intelligent, and she didn't seem like the type who would only do homemaking. But anyway, I left after 10 minutes of chatting, thanked her and she said, as she touched my arm, "Come back again please!" She had said this in the livingroom too. She kept telling me to please come back and visit her and she said, "Next time we'll have coffee or tea." Then I saw this odd look on her face but didn't think much of it. So I left! She asked me, at least 3 times, to please come back and visit often and she said, "I don't work so I try to help when I can." She even told me some woman was moving out of her apartment and that I should check into it.
The other thing which was kind of weird, she was wearing sort of a seafoam green or maybe "aqua" and then had this gigantic angel sitting by her window. Sort of in the middle of nowhere. She told me the item she was knitting in the basket was a "prayer shawl."
Next thing I know, I'm coming down the hill after finding some deer, and I was really looking for the wolf, but I got back to the house and what do I see down the street? A policecar in front of her house.
I instantly "knew". I have had a couple of people in this town, sometimes go out of their way to invite me to their house, not because I'm using a phone, but invite me over, and then turn around and try to complain that I was knocking on their door and annoying them. I didn't even know which apartment the officer was at, but I knew, immediately. I thought, "I will bet she called and tried to say I bothered her" just to cause trouble.
I was totally right. I mean, how would I even know there was about to be an apartment available unless she hadn't been encouraging me to move in NEXT DOOR?! One minute she's telling me to come back and have tea or coffee and saying to move in next door to her, and a couple of hours later she's calling police? So weird.
But not only was I right that she'd tried to cause problem when there wasn't an issue, I said to this guy outside, after asking "Why are the police here?" He said he didn't know and I said what I thought might be going on because "I just have a feeling" and I even told him, "She's probably telling him she's worried I was casing the joint." So he laughs and nods, and then the officer is pulling out and I waved him over and asked what was going on. He started to talk and then I said I wanted to know if it was some woman and he tells me yes! It was her! and, he said, he even said she thought I was casing the joint. His exact words. It was like he had just overheard exactly what I said to the other guy and the other guy heard both of us too.
So then I was told it was really more about someone else than me but I had been mentioned by "two ladies" and I told him I'd only ever met or knocked on one door one time, and met that one woman, and that was today. Then he kept saying something about did I know some girl who was "weird" and I said no, there were just a couple of preteen kids in the area and they seemed nice and I couldn't imagine the little girl was any kind of problem at all. I did tell the officer this woman had asked about some girl and was weird about it.
So as I was talking to this officer, the woman, "Shirley", comes out of her house with this purple jacket on and just glares and smirks at me. She KNEW! This woman did what she did intentionally and that look made it clear. What I mean by "did what she did" is just that she purposefully tried to cause trouble and drag my name through the mud and then was telling me to keep going BACK.
So what was going to happen if I didn't stop the office and ask? I was going to go back for "coffee" and to chat and she was going to invite me in again and bs and then call the police again?
Totally bizarre. But she's not the first to do this to me. I've had some really interesting encounters in this town. One by a similiar type of woman, whose husbands both worked in the military in high ranking positions for years and then the woman tells me "The Arabs tried to BUY my daughter and the U.S. told them, 'we don't do things that way'" and this woman kept going on and on and wanted me to visit and I later found out she'd complained about me after she acted like I was the catch. I guess one of her daughters served in the military in the Dubai and someone wanted to marry her and asked about an arrangement. She read all these eclectic magazines, from The Smithsonian to some high ranking military magazine, to National Geographic, art world stuff...and I asked her why she was subscribing to the military magazine and she said, "Oh I get it as a courtesy to my husband" (who died, like, 10 years ago).
Anyway, I cannot believe this woman Shirley has ever read a book by Max Lucado. SO bizarre. And why would she even have an Amazing Grace thing on her wall? She doesn't know anything about "grace"! To do that to someone! Come back for "coffee" or "tea". Right. I really thought, she sounded yiddish. I would have thought she was Jewish, just by her accent, before anything else. It wasn't just a New York style accent, it was more like yiddish or just different. I don't know how to describe it but honestly, maybe it's more of a Bronx or Brooklyn type of a thing? Definitely not MA. I think people don't realize how well-traveled I've been, at least in the states, and they underestimate me.
I can't imagine why anyone would want me to be in trouble unless it is affecting my son in a negative way, for me to be living where I'm living, but where would I move to? I mean, this woman just wanted to put some kind of a bad rap on me.
Partly, my hunch was intuitive because it was based on seeing the police car there when it's a quiet neighborhood, and then also knowing how some in this community have intentionally tried to create problems for me. But the rest of it, was even more accurate than I would think. I felt like I knew exactly what she was saying, and I even said it to someone else and then it was repeated.
How disappointing though. I try to be nice and some people are just mean. I guess my last post was for people like Shirley, aside from state workers.
"Psychiatric Eval" for All Spiritual & Non-conformists
I told my lawyer, where the hell is the motion for a second opinion from my own independent psychologist?
He says I'm supposed to go for a psych eval now, the kind that prescribes, which, a LOT of people who have met me and know me, and know the politics, know is bullshit.
I've had a few people try to bring up "depression" lately, talking about themselves but I always wonder if they're bringing it up to try to make me "feel better" about what they or someone else thinks I might have. I don't know.
I am not depressed. It doesn't fit. I've been tired lately, but I also have anemia. I don't go around sobbing. I'm sure someone might like to put me on something hoping that if the abuses of this case continue I'll zone out, but that's not going to happen. I have every right to be reasonably upset about corruption and illegal actions. I'm not having my spirit "tempered" to "deal" with the assholes and moral cowards I have to deal with. I'm also not going to be medicated in anticipation of having more illegal actions taken to cut off my rights to my son. I didn't go on medication when my son was taken from me, and under the worse possible stress and duress, I was supposed to get "worse" mentally. I didn't, because my son and I were not actually being physically traumatized by what was affecting our health before we left for Canada.
I'm not going to have my mind tampered with, when so far, this law firm has done absolutely nothing for my son or my case. NOTHING. When half the lawyers in this town, more than half, are corrupt and take bribes and give the verdict to the highest bidder.
I'm also not mentally ill and don't need medication of any kind, aside from possibly the occasional valium to calm down.
I don't have paranoid schitzoprhenia and this is proven on the MRI and I would be more than happy to have a PET scan to prove it further, although technically, it doesn't need to be proven further. You either have it or you don't, and if you do, it shows up on MRI.
I am also not bipolar, or I'd been randomly doing weird things. When I talk about "energy" or vibes and the sensing of happiness or something wrong, it doesn't have anything to do with my own mood, aside from the normal stuff we all experience. It would be discriminatory of religious persons and those who are interested in psychic things, to try to claim that simply because someone talks about "the spirit world" or "energy" or "auras" or any of that, to claim that person is ill. I go out on a limb to record different experiences a lot of people have, and different connections we can make, on another level, and I have found increasingly, a lot of support. Much, much, more than I thought I would get. I figured, here I am writing about "energy" and yet I know the difference between a "vibe" and a "mood" and the difference between "images" and "imagination".
I figured a lot of people would really think I was nutso so I tried to clarify and distinguish as much as possible. But no, I actually found out that while there are some who just say "No, I've never experienced such a thing", I have met a LOT of people who understand exactly what I'm trying to say, and they think the same thing but are always afraid to say it out loud.
I recently found out some of the best literal psychics or remote viewers are actually people who hold somewhat conservative jobs and they keep it a secret from others because they don't want the stigma. But they are out there.
I also seriously question the idea that I need medication for anything, simply because I talk about energy and images, when a lot of people who are religious speak of "visions" or say things like "God told me to be nicer to people today." God has never personally "talked" to me, but this kind of thing gets used. Also, people DO get "a bad feeling" from certain situations, or right before tragedy, and then something happens, and it's then understood that it had nothing to do with a natural "mood" or mental state of a person, but that they were actually picking up on something that is not material...but more intangible. Like the bad feeling I had before our auto accident where my friend died, and I insisted we stop and pray, and yet the feeling still didn't go away. My friend can testify to the fact that I got a bad feeling and demanded we pray for safety for the trip. We'd already been on the road for 2 days. But all of a sudden, it was then that I knew we had to pray.
This "feeling" is not a "mood". It's sometimes hard to separate the two. But there is a big difference. A feeling of strong positive energy might come when terrible things are going on, and yet somewhere, this is being picked up on. It also might be a bad feeling right before a car crash, and was this a "mood"? No. It was instinct, intuition, a sense of energy. If it happens once in a great while, we dismiss it and say, oh, gut feeling or hunch, and agree it was "weird". But if someone attempts to really hone into these instincts and the energy, people get divided.
Some want to say there is no such thing, and it's just moods, and someone is nutty. Others completely understand or don't understand, but believe it's possible. Then of course, some believe it's possible but think it's either from Satan or from God, and then some just think it's human potential and nothing more.
With even the military and different countries which study this sort of thing, there is a divide. Some support money for the research, and the research is always ongoing because it's gained enough credibility that people know this is very real. However, you have the skeptics that believe if they "feel" something, it is just a mood and they close themselves off to even thinking there is a spiritual realm, or if not that, a extrasensory realm that exists. So it's the skeptics, who maybe haven't met anyone before or haven't had this happen to them personally, who hold back the others who know it's real. And it's good to have some skepticism.
There are more frauds and entertainment gigs than there is the real thing. A lot of people can say they know someone who had a dream that came true, or they sensed danger before there was danger, but the thing is, most people don't open themselves up to trying to experiment and be wrong sometimes, but to try to practice the gift God has given them.
At any rate, I do not meet any of the criteria or symptoms for medication, other than that I have very real stress which has been caused by the corruption and mishandling of this case with my son, and people actually trying to harm me and my son, with marks on my son's body that I'm prevented from documenting, and the fact that I have been exposed to not only gang activity that goes to the higher echelons but also to a lot of military and their interest in me is unknown.
Counseling? Maybe, but what I really need, is a legal counselor. I need a damn good attorney and if I had one, none of this would be happening. If I even had a lawyer doing the rudimentary basics, none of this would be happening.
I don't need counseling about how to join the gang and conform, and be like Michelle Erickson, when I look at the way Michelle Erickson has behaved and this is the last thing I would want, to be willing to trample over a child and mother's rights, to boost ones own self esteem and increase popularity with the people who employ her. I don't think I'm the one in need of counseling when I seem to be the only one who can manage to tell the truth and who wants proof, when Michelle and others are lying like there's no tomorrow, in a court of law no less.
My opinion, is that the people who have bullied me and my son, need to find out who God really is. Because I really think they don't know, or they would have more fear or shame about dishonoring God than following the sheep. I don't think I'm better or more special inately, but I think I am saved by grace, that I have realized who is Boss. I am very lucky to be have the grace of even having any strength to hold on with. But there are others out there too, who want the same thing that I do, equality and fairness, and liberty, and yet everyone has different things to protect and has come up on a different path. It's harder to give up a lot, when you have a lot. For me, the less I have, the more easily I am able to freely give everything to God, and in some ways, it doesn't even mean I have more strength, but less to lose. It's like the rich man in the parable, whom Jesus speaks to when He says, "It is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven than it is for a camel to go through the eye of a needle" and also tells the rich man, who asks what he must do, "Go sell all you have and give it to the poor" and the man leaves sadly because he realizes he isn't willing to make that sacrifice. (Matt 19:16-20:16, Mark 10:17-31). Riches, to me, this parable, doesn't apply to people who are billionaires and it's not about that. It is speaking to the riches and abundance we have in popular vote, with our peers, in the riches of job security and health, in power, and also, in finances. Sometimes, to do the right thing, or to be a person who is willing to have integrity, one must be willing to let these riches be a sacrifice unto God. People, others, affect our ability to have any abundance or riches of any kind, so when there are those who are willing to stand for the truth and what's right, it often means going against the tide, against the grain, and to be willing that possible consequences of falling out with persons who will directly impact our lives, for the sake of following Christ, or if you prefer, as a non-christian, for the sake of the fear of God.
"If you knew me..."
John 8:19: Then said they to him, Where is your Father? Jesus answered, You neither know me, nor my Father: if you had known me, you should have known my Father also.
John 4:10: Jesus answered and said to her, If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that said to you, Give me to drink; you would have asked of him, and he would have given you living water.
While looking up some of these verses I also came across the Parable of The Rich Man and Lazarus. The parable is that, if people will not even heed the law of Moses and the scribes, even witnessing someone raised from the dead will not change their minds.
He says I'm supposed to go for a psych eval now, the kind that prescribes, which, a LOT of people who have met me and know me, and know the politics, know is bullshit.
I've had a few people try to bring up "depression" lately, talking about themselves but I always wonder if they're bringing it up to try to make me "feel better" about what they or someone else thinks I might have. I don't know.
I am not depressed. It doesn't fit. I've been tired lately, but I also have anemia. I don't go around sobbing. I'm sure someone might like to put me on something hoping that if the abuses of this case continue I'll zone out, but that's not going to happen. I have every right to be reasonably upset about corruption and illegal actions. I'm not having my spirit "tempered" to "deal" with the assholes and moral cowards I have to deal with. I'm also not going to be medicated in anticipation of having more illegal actions taken to cut off my rights to my son. I didn't go on medication when my son was taken from me, and under the worse possible stress and duress, I was supposed to get "worse" mentally. I didn't, because my son and I were not actually being physically traumatized by what was affecting our health before we left for Canada.
I'm not going to have my mind tampered with, when so far, this law firm has done absolutely nothing for my son or my case. NOTHING. When half the lawyers in this town, more than half, are corrupt and take bribes and give the verdict to the highest bidder.
I'm also not mentally ill and don't need medication of any kind, aside from possibly the occasional valium to calm down.
I don't have paranoid schitzoprhenia and this is proven on the MRI and I would be more than happy to have a PET scan to prove it further, although technically, it doesn't need to be proven further. You either have it or you don't, and if you do, it shows up on MRI.
I am also not bipolar, or I'd been randomly doing weird things. When I talk about "energy" or vibes and the sensing of happiness or something wrong, it doesn't have anything to do with my own mood, aside from the normal stuff we all experience. It would be discriminatory of religious persons and those who are interested in psychic things, to try to claim that simply because someone talks about "the spirit world" or "energy" or "auras" or any of that, to claim that person is ill. I go out on a limb to record different experiences a lot of people have, and different connections we can make, on another level, and I have found increasingly, a lot of support. Much, much, more than I thought I would get. I figured, here I am writing about "energy" and yet I know the difference between a "vibe" and a "mood" and the difference between "images" and "imagination".
I figured a lot of people would really think I was nutso so I tried to clarify and distinguish as much as possible. But no, I actually found out that while there are some who just say "No, I've never experienced such a thing", I have met a LOT of people who understand exactly what I'm trying to say, and they think the same thing but are always afraid to say it out loud.
I recently found out some of the best literal psychics or remote viewers are actually people who hold somewhat conservative jobs and they keep it a secret from others because they don't want the stigma. But they are out there.
I also seriously question the idea that I need medication for anything, simply because I talk about energy and images, when a lot of people who are religious speak of "visions" or say things like "God told me to be nicer to people today." God has never personally "talked" to me, but this kind of thing gets used. Also, people DO get "a bad feeling" from certain situations, or right before tragedy, and then something happens, and it's then understood that it had nothing to do with a natural "mood" or mental state of a person, but that they were actually picking up on something that is not material...but more intangible. Like the bad feeling I had before our auto accident where my friend died, and I insisted we stop and pray, and yet the feeling still didn't go away. My friend can testify to the fact that I got a bad feeling and demanded we pray for safety for the trip. We'd already been on the road for 2 days. But all of a sudden, it was then that I knew we had to pray.
This "feeling" is not a "mood". It's sometimes hard to separate the two. But there is a big difference. A feeling of strong positive energy might come when terrible things are going on, and yet somewhere, this is being picked up on. It also might be a bad feeling right before a car crash, and was this a "mood"? No. It was instinct, intuition, a sense of energy. If it happens once in a great while, we dismiss it and say, oh, gut feeling or hunch, and agree it was "weird". But if someone attempts to really hone into these instincts and the energy, people get divided.
Some want to say there is no such thing, and it's just moods, and someone is nutty. Others completely understand or don't understand, but believe it's possible. Then of course, some believe it's possible but think it's either from Satan or from God, and then some just think it's human potential and nothing more.
With even the military and different countries which study this sort of thing, there is a divide. Some support money for the research, and the research is always ongoing because it's gained enough credibility that people know this is very real. However, you have the skeptics that believe if they "feel" something, it is just a mood and they close themselves off to even thinking there is a spiritual realm, or if not that, a extrasensory realm that exists. So it's the skeptics, who maybe haven't met anyone before or haven't had this happen to them personally, who hold back the others who know it's real. And it's good to have some skepticism.
There are more frauds and entertainment gigs than there is the real thing. A lot of people can say they know someone who had a dream that came true, or they sensed danger before there was danger, but the thing is, most people don't open themselves up to trying to experiment and be wrong sometimes, but to try to practice the gift God has given them.
At any rate, I do not meet any of the criteria or symptoms for medication, other than that I have very real stress which has been caused by the corruption and mishandling of this case with my son, and people actually trying to harm me and my son, with marks on my son's body that I'm prevented from documenting, and the fact that I have been exposed to not only gang activity that goes to the higher echelons but also to a lot of military and their interest in me is unknown.
Counseling? Maybe, but what I really need, is a legal counselor. I need a damn good attorney and if I had one, none of this would be happening. If I even had a lawyer doing the rudimentary basics, none of this would be happening.
I don't need counseling about how to join the gang and conform, and be like Michelle Erickson, when I look at the way Michelle Erickson has behaved and this is the last thing I would want, to be willing to trample over a child and mother's rights, to boost ones own self esteem and increase popularity with the people who employ her. I don't think I'm the one in need of counseling when I seem to be the only one who can manage to tell the truth and who wants proof, when Michelle and others are lying like there's no tomorrow, in a court of law no less.
My opinion, is that the people who have bullied me and my son, need to find out who God really is. Because I really think they don't know, or they would have more fear or shame about dishonoring God than following the sheep. I don't think I'm better or more special inately, but I think I am saved by grace, that I have realized who is Boss. I am very lucky to be have the grace of even having any strength to hold on with. But there are others out there too, who want the same thing that I do, equality and fairness, and liberty, and yet everyone has different things to protect and has come up on a different path. It's harder to give up a lot, when you have a lot. For me, the less I have, the more easily I am able to freely give everything to God, and in some ways, it doesn't even mean I have more strength, but less to lose. It's like the rich man in the parable, whom Jesus speaks to when He says, "It is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven than it is for a camel to go through the eye of a needle" and also tells the rich man, who asks what he must do, "Go sell all you have and give it to the poor" and the man leaves sadly because he realizes he isn't willing to make that sacrifice. (Matt 19:16-20:16, Mark 10:17-31). Riches, to me, this parable, doesn't apply to people who are billionaires and it's not about that. It is speaking to the riches and abundance we have in popular vote, with our peers, in the riches of job security and health, in power, and also, in finances. Sometimes, to do the right thing, or to be a person who is willing to have integrity, one must be willing to let these riches be a sacrifice unto God. People, others, affect our ability to have any abundance or riches of any kind, so when there are those who are willing to stand for the truth and what's right, it often means going against the tide, against the grain, and to be willing that possible consequences of falling out with persons who will directly impact our lives, for the sake of following Christ, or if you prefer, as a non-christian, for the sake of the fear of God.
"If you knew me..."
John 8:19: Then said they to him, Where is your Father? Jesus answered, You neither know me, nor my Father: if you had known me, you should have known my Father also.
John 4:10: Jesus answered and said to her, If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that said to you, Give me to drink; you would have asked of him, and he would have given you living water.
While looking up some of these verses I also came across the Parable of The Rich Man and Lazarus. The parable is that, if people will not even heed the law of Moses and the scribes, even witnessing someone raised from the dead will not change their minds.
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