Immigration, Excuse Me

Living in the United States I do not take this Country for granted. I understand the need to protect the borders from possible Enemy Invasion or Terrorist Attacks. This is a unfortunately a real and credible threat.

BUT NOT FROM INDIGENOUS AMERICANS!

Let us not forget that the United States of America was founded by Immigrants who in Large Part decided to Invade the Borders of America, taking land from The Native Americans, or if you will People who were Indigenous to North America.  WE weren’t satisfied with the East Coat , WE had to Go Out West, and Destroy  their Way of Life out there too. It was a Terrorist Attack On The Native Americans, The People who Were INDIGENOUS to North America. I suppose they should have built a WALL or something to Keep The Immigrants Out.

WHERE IS ALL THIS LEADING YOU MIGHT ASK?

Mexicans are INDIGENOUS PEOPLE . They are Native To North America, They did not Migrate to North America from another Continent, Does this fact somehow make The TRUE IMMIGRANTS uneasy, perhaps.

The sad fact is that The Indigenous Peoples, those that are TRUE NORTH AMERICANS, have it a Hell of a lot rougher than the REAL IMMIGRANTS. They often get stereotyped, lose out on opportunities, work seasonal migrant jobs that Elitist won’t work because they don’t want to get their hands dirty.

In this Day and age It is sad that The Native Americans are still Persecuted due to Ignorance and Intolerance, not to Mention Greed.

137 For a DWB

Perhaps there is some justice in the brutal slayings of Timothy Russell and Malissa Williams who were literally taken down as if they were Bonnie  and Clyde.

Their first crime was DWB (Driving While Black), second they were drinking, doing Crack, They were Mentally Ill and Homeless. Timothy Russell was not a Virgin to the system, he had a rap sheet.  Under the Influence of Drugs and Alcohol a normal person’s judgement is impaired, but if you are Mentally Ill, Magnify that number times Ten. This is why they supposedly became Burt Reynolds from Smokey and The Bandit and Left Buford T. Justice No Choice but to Follow them in Hot Pursuit. I do agree that fleeing is against the law, but. what happened next was not necessary.

The Cleveland Police then decided Russell could use the car as a deadly weapon and began shooting at them. According to the Police they could possibly be armed so The Police fired off 137 rounds of ammunition, at one point Officer Michael Brelo standing on top of the car firing directly into it.

Timothy Russell and Malissa Williams, Homeless, Mentally Ill, and UNARMED were trapped in that vehicle, their Death Chamber.

Michael Brelo was brought before the courts as the Scapegoat, and I am in no way minimizing his barbaric behaviour, but remember there were other officers on scene with him as well. The judge had to take that into consideration, and the police knew that. They thought they scored a win.

Now comes the President of The Cleveland Police Union basically saying that Russell and Williams deserved to be shot down like Bonnie Clyde , that they were the bad guys. Police are supposed to shoot to mame and/or wound as to bring the criminal in to be processed. They have the right to be Innocent until proven GUILTY. The Police are not hired to be The Executioners.

Learn Your Miranda, your Civil Rights Laws. Last I checked this was not a Policed State, and yes #BlackLivesMatter

Peace In The Middle East: Ending A Sibling Rivalry

This is an opinion of mine, you may do with it what you wish, It is not my intention to cause any harm or distress to anyone.

I have long held a high regard for Jesus Christ. His teachings have inspired me to spread love and forgiveness to everyone, and that all humans deserve redemption. Jesus to me was the Original Hippie, Peace Loving, revolutionist who believed that Love was for everyone , not a select few.  He came to try to fix a problem that should have never been there to begin with. To be a Saviour and a Martyr for His Dysfunctional Family.

Jesus was a descendant of Abraham who was credited as being The Father of Us All. True enough , he is. This is where the dysfunction starts. Abraham was told by his God that he would have a child. Well, his wife being way up there in years, she told him to have a surrogate child. His name was Ismael.  Then just as God had promised his Older Wife gave birth to a son named Isaac.

Fearing her son would lose his place as heir to Abraham’s Kingdom, His Wife told him to banish his oldest son and his Mother out into the wilderness.

Does anyone else see a problem with throwing your oldest child out into the woods, just because you have a new one? Children are not toys, you don’t just cast them aside to play with the shiny new one.

I really used to be ignorant about this, until I thought of Ismael as child, and I must admit it broke my heart.

So we have Team Isaac, or Israel and The Jewish Faith, who believe that they are right and everyone else is wrong. They were taught this way. I have nothing against them, and am not Anti Semitic, I just want to see all sides. They believe the land is their’s through Isaac.

Then we have Team Ismael who overcame adversity and formed The Nation Of Islam. Good Job , Ismael.  They are Muslims, and have their own set of beliefs.

The Problem, and The Dysfunction: All of the fighting in the Middle East, Could some of it go back to Abandonment Issues, Sibling Rivalry, and who Really is The Heir?  Israel and Palestine need to Embrace each Other for The Brothers that they truly are.

Peace and Love To  All Of You

Finding Hope In The Dark

In my younger years my outlook on life had grown very dark and grim. I was in an abusive relationship, along with that came verbal degradation that I chose to claim as my Identity, and on top of all that I kept switching addictions from one substance to another. My weight escalated to over 400 pounds and I became a recluse.

The tapes in my mind kept playing the same track. “You are worthless. You are Hopeless. The world would be a better place without you.” I saw no sunshine in my days only darkness, the curtains were never opened to let the sunshine in.

I stayed in an abusive relationship because I was convinced by both my abuser and my own sickness that no one else would have me. His violence increased to the point he began brandishing guns on me, and beat me so severely that I suffered brain damage and loss of sight. I was hopeless.

My Illness told me take my own life before this man did.  Intoxicated, I attempted to sever my wrist, but was taken to the hospital and my life spared.

I have been on an Odyssey of Recovery since then, and it hasn’t been easy.  I no longer weigh over 400 pounds, and I am no longer beaten or degraded. I no longer feel hopeless or helpless. My curtains are sheer, the sunlight shines through, BUT I had to see I had a Problem. Others saw I had a Problem and got me help.

There was once a terrible stigma attached to having Mental Illness, and perhaps there still is.  For me the stigma should be placed on those who poke fun and belittle those who are trying to get better, and yes we can get better. and come back stronger than before.

If you or someone you know needs help please encourage them to seek help. Today’s Suicidal Ideation could be Tomorrow’s Funeral .

Call The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273- TALK

Killing For Religion

Globally there is an outrage at the actions of ISIS, and rightfully so. No One ever said that Jihad was going to be a pretty thing though did they. It is in fact a Holy War,  Survival of the fittest, so to speak, and ISIS certainly is fit, they are run in a Military  Fashion, right down to recruiting young men and women to do their bidding for them, Strategy is essential when wiping out your opponent, just ask any General.

History tells us that as much as we Love to Hate ISIS for their Crimes against Humanity they are not the first Religious Extremists to Kill for a Cause they believe in nor will they likely be the last, should humanity survive.

Everyone knows how the Jews were a persecuted people, starting off with the Egyptians using them as Slaves,  and Moses leading them into Th.e Promised Land, which we now believe to be Israel, which is constantly being fought over.  When the rumour of Jesus Christ’s Birth was Circulating, King Herod Ordered all Male Babies born to Be Murdered. Now if that isn’t hate, I don’t know what is. He was certainly trying to preserve his culture and lifestyle.

Jesus Christ was a Radical and a Free Thinker who believed differently than The Jewish Community, this Ultimately Led to His Demise. Let me be perfectly clear, I am in no way shape or form Anti-Semitic. I am merely pointing out how that through history Radicalism and Extremists have Killed in The Name of Religion. Christ was a Man Of Love and Hope, and Extremists took Him.

The Inquisitions were another example of Extremism in all of it’s Profane Glory. Pledge your Allegiance to The Mother Church, Denounce your Faith as a Jew, Or Die. In Most Instances be tortured first, then die. All in the name of God.

The Salem With Trials were another fine tribute of paranoia and Religious Zealots, if you did not behave the way they though you should behave you died a Witch’s Death. Their goal was to purge their community of evil.

Let us not forget Hitler, who believed he was killing Jews because they killed Christ. This was an Insane Evil Obsession that involved the world, much like ISIS and The so called Free World Thinking Western World.

As  their is the dynamic of Good -VS- Evil in this World we will have Charismatic Beasts Roaming About Recruiting Others to Join Their Armies and Fight.

It Truly Is A Tale As Old As Time.

Awareness VS Exploitation: Know The Difference

As a Mother of a Child with Autism, well now he is a young adult, I have become his voice and his Advocate over the years. I am a firm believer in Autism Awareness. Now that being said, I come to you parents who have special needs children and urge you to be their Advocate as well.

Recently I realized when a proposal was made to me to use my son for marketing purposes to show that a publishing house had a heart by raising Autism Awareness, by using my son and his hardships in life, even at one point comparing him to a Freak in an Anthology, I had to stop and look around at how Our Children are portrayed and used, yes I said USED.

First off, anyone who has a special need or a disability is not a Freak, nor should they be put in that category. Secondly there is a difference between Autism Awareness and Autism Exploitation.

There are predators out there who will cross that line and use your child’s disability to gain a sympathy buck, don’t let them do it. That’s Exploitation, Not Awareness.

A Black Friday Holiday?

I have an Autistic son who has been bombarded with Black Friday commercials on the radio and the television for the past couple of weeks.  Yesterday while he was eating his pumpkin pie, he asked me how we were going to celebrate Black Friday! My jaw dropped. My son , due to the nature of his Autism, doesn’t quite understand all of society, and it’s customs. He naturally assumed that since everyone was making a big deal about This Black Friday it must be some sort of Holiday. 

It took me a minute to gather my thoughts to explain it to him. I told him that Black Friday was just a way Stores Trick people in with cheap prices, knowing that they will spend more than they intended to. He asked me was it for Christmas Presents. I told him, that for the most part, yes it was. 

He sat in silence for a moment, like he was trying to work out a puzzle.  Then my son told me that Black Friday was a Holiday that Ripped off Jesus, My son loves Jesus. He said it might be called Black Friday because it’s not a Good Friday, There’s really No True Jesus In it. Just People Using people in Jesus’ name.

I guess he Just sees things differently.

Home Is Where You Are Loved

The Wizard of Oz is not only a Cinematic Masterpiece but Tells an underlying story of the core of humanity’s heart. I have read the book, and have seen the Movie over a billion times I must confess, I have an Autistic son who gets obsessed with certain movies, books, and songs and plays them on repetitive cycles.

I have been on both sides of the coin, I have been that volatile force of nature, The Tornado, that roars through the lives of people, wreaking havoc, causing mayhem and chaos. Disrupting the neatness of their routines and not being , in general, a person worthy of respect, let alone trust and admiration. I was lost and so far away from HOME.  I was not loved, by myself.

I went on a journey down the yellow brick road and found myself. It was a long road with many bricks to get to The Wizard!

I discovered that people require basic human needs in life a House, which can be a mud hut, a cave, a house, castle, a straw hut, well you get the picture. The require nourishment for the body, mind and soul. But this House thing, I was confused by it somewhat, seemed anyone could have house. I pondered the thought of Love, it is what all humans really want, desire and need to survive. It is one of the fundamental building blocks of life. Babies suffer of Failure to thrive without it. During the Dark days when I was stuck in the eye of storm I was failing to thrive, because I had no love. No Love for myself, and as much as I wanted to feel the brilliant colours of the rainbow and sunshine from love I couldn’t I was a Technicolor mess.

Just like Dorothy, I formed friendships that I will cherish forever while swirling around in The Eye Of The Storm, and I also Learned a Very Valuable lesson about Home. Dorothy ran away from herself in order to find herself. I did the same thing . Dorothy also woke up and realized that HOME is not a HOUSE that you live in but a place where you are LOVED. Dorothy was HOME all along. All she had to do was Open her Eyes.

How Big Are Your Stones?

How big are your stones? Do you carry around huge ones full of pious pride and hate? Do your stones carry the burden of all your disgust and distaste for the sins of what your fellow man does? How Heavy Are Your Stones? Are you still capable of hurling them?

A bitter man went for a swim, he thought himself to be better than his brother who had been a drunkard that cavorted with whores. He was after all, a hard working family man who went to church religiously, obeyed nearly all of the commandments, save for maybe the adultery one, but who doesn’t cheat every once in awhile, eh? He was caught, repented and was more careful the next time. His brother was brazen, ran a bar, had a different woman every night. What a life! Perhaps he was a bit jealous and resentful of his brother as well. His stones were getting bigger. They were weighing him down as he swam.  He was drowning. He cried out for help.

“DROP THE STONE!”

In a moment of clarity he unburdened himself and was able to swim back to shore.

We are all children inside and capable of divine love. Give it and you shall receive it.

Playmate of My Childhood

Gaze upon the face of child and you will see that unmistakable glow. It is pure and divine and is what makes the child innocent in everything he thinks, says and does. The child is a beautiful and pure soul with a divine spark which dwell within us all. The children in their innocence have not lost sight of the simpler things in life which fill their hearts with joy. It is these simple things that as adults we often take for granted, like the lick of puppy dog or the soft fur of a kitten, a scoop of ice cream. Playing with your best buddy and getting dirt on your clothes. The joys of childhood that we leave behind in our race for responsibility.

When weighted down with worries we need to channel that Divine Spark and ignite it. Bring forth the child within, nurture it, allow it to come out and play and enjoy the simple things in life, there are so many if you open your eyes and look around. The Sun Rise, The Sun Set, Your Darling, if you have one, the laughter of the little children, laugh with them, it can be very therapeutic.

Enjoy each other. Enjoy the playmates of your childhood …above all LOVE one another…xx