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July 15, 2026

Truth As It Stands

Look, I understand there is conflicts between Science and Jesus.

Jesus Christ. He was my very first mentor. None of my stories about my life were fabricated. None.

Yes, I am learning Quantum Physics. Increasing understanding. I want to be clear about something else. I never followed what others were doing. Yes, I was celebrating others becoming,. That is all. I can care less if people think I am a nut job. I don't care. I watch Joker videos about psychopaths. They mention if someone is gifted, maybe a psychopath. I believe I posted on Pinterest, 2009. I had an account on there and I believe the picture is still there, but the link does not work because the website I owned, was rebuilt. I took that pic off of Google. It was a picture of a cute, red, fuzzy monster, sitting on a brick wall, just like Humpty Dumpty. Maybe the videos today, either trying to "wake me up" and saw that article, or we are just insync. That picture is still out there, do now know all where I posted it. Most of my work went on my Pinterest boards. Maybe Facebook. Well, as far as psychology about Me? I have encountered many psycopaths in my life. I am 65 now. I still have the memory of their full names. It's like when a person has to know someone's traits, like a profiler. Yet, not one myself. I wrote an article about psychopaths years ago.. Years. The name of the Article was "Are you a saint, or a psychopath" Where I got that idea? Out of the blue.... It just came to me.. I was good at catchy names, catchy phrases, logos, logo names etc.. And no, I did not study psychology. Infact, I signed up for a class in college in psychology and had to drop out. Because of being an empath, and the pain I had experienced in my past with crazy people..... I could no longer attend. I am going to tell you the truth about what 9/11 did to me emotionally, and mentally. I had to stop watching. I was visually worm-holing through the rubble. I tasted ash, in my mouth. I was in places suffocating. I was with family members in pain. And this, my friend, had a rippling effect. So I had to stop watching. I felt pain rippling out and beyond who got hurt or killed directly. And I felt the rippling pain of how it effected others that were not there. I became ill. My chest was hurting. I had to recover on my own, without talking to anyone about it. And, I always told myself about depression, because I said this to many people out loud. Said it many times. I am allowed to be sad. There is a reason to be sad. So if I must rest. Sleep it off for a day. Take a nap or something. I do not live my life in sadness. It can come and go. There are some people who's wires, neurons are crossed, messed up, and do have to get medication because they are not able to uncross those wires by themselves. So when I am sad. I know in my heart and mind. I have a reason to be sad. To dwell on sadness, not healthy. I do not dwell, I heal. So. while we are all trying to figure ourselves out. We are the same, yet, we are also different. A while back I said, "I am not a magical unicorn" . Do you know what a unicorn is? It's horn, is the third eye. I never liked to be different. But, I was always different. In school, I had to step out of my situation, say people were having conversations in groups. I can observe. And yet, still be there at the same time. Like a half-in, half-out simultaneously. Old classmates from much younger childhood, after age 11 is the time I relocated from the beach, to the desert. When I got off the school bus, instead of saving my allowance for french fries, an addiction from childhood. I would throw my allowance up in the air. Coins flew everywhere, and would land on the grass. Any kids around would run and pick it up, excited. I did not feel a loss doing such a thing. I wasn't trying to buy friendship. It was just who I am. Always was, and always will be. So, if you are reading this, I am not your competition, but a friend. Choice is yours. Maybe for now, in seclusion. I need to be. I am not a scary person. I am still a good, kind, person. Yes, through the years I let people tromple on me. And yes, I have a "no nonsense" tolerance for b.s. Now, I used to never cuss. My first born, 1980, my cussword was "fluffy marshmellow",. not making that up. It is a past memory Ican cherish, and laugh at.. at the same time. I rarely cuss say at home because one of my pets tripped me and landed on my back or threw my back out trying not to fall. Interviews, or interacting with people in different environments, We do not cuss. My youngest daughter, she gets sometimes on fire, say at her jobs. She is so funny though, that coworkers cannot help but laugh. There are some though that say do not like her or jealous? Use it for collateral. Like if they wanted her fired, they would use her personality, which is mostly humor, and use it against her. Sometimes she tells me a story, school or work. I would have to explain, some things you can and cannot say in these environments. Now, it is part of her personality. I started seeing it at the time she was in High School. I do not fully know when it actually started. She also talks "Jive talk". did not come from family she grew up with. And the answer to that my friend, is no I am not prejudice. At all. Never was. I used to get punished from my mom and grandmother, when they would pick me up from the roller coaster rink in Oxnard, California. Because they saw me holding hands with a boy who was African American. I did not know judgement about color. I did not see color. My old Ancestory, some had slaves. I found out. A total hypocrisy in what I believe in. My parents both had that mindset of race and prejudice. And because of me, did they partially change their minds. Still there, but not hateful. Learned respect of each other in this humanity. So, yes, I got into trouble because I did not see color. And I never did. People with their views and prejudices, I acknowledged it, yet, My beliefs still held. I acknowledge the prejudice in all races, colors, yet, still.... I see people. I was going to add some more, but thoughts dropped. Maybe write another post later, or add to this one. I wish you all a good day. Take care, my friend,. I keep booting off my computer and then having to reboot, to finish this article. Years ago. I posted a pic of myself. A picture of me and beaneath it said, "Other Worldly". Now, I will explain what I actually meant by that. Not an alien.. This is why ....I kept filling out form after form. For jobs.. you know, EOE? Equal Opportunity Emplorer. I was filling out forms for Census. Who lived in my house. How many, what color, etc. maybe even religion. It's been a while what was on those forms. And also forms for my kids enrollments. my enrollments.. One day, I was filling out a form. Asking me the same question about me. Nationality, etc. Hispanic, non-hispanic, Indian, Eskimo, white, down the line.... I just stopped and really looked at it. Do you know what I did? I did not mark their boxes. I made a new box, check-marked it and also circled it in red, letter pen. The box I checked, was human. I am human. I wrote human out and check marked and circled it. Lol, my brain won't shut up right now. There is a book, exactly what it means... Shut up brain. The author is Chris Josh. What I would like to say in closing, hopefully closing out this post is this... When I was a child, I viewed the world and everything in it and around me, and my thought process as how a child sees. Now, that I am older, much older, I still have that inner child inside me, yet, I can view the circumstances as an adult. So, when people ask "who are you"? I can only say, I am me. I cannot define what all the mix is. Human vessel, and something ancient. I am still learning. I know who my original mentor, as a child was, and finding out it was inside me.. all along. Peace out.

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