Friday, June 20, 2014

BRAIN DAMAGE: KING SOLOMON--ONE BABY, TWO MOTHERS, REAL MOTHER WOULD NOT SPLIT THE BABY; SOUL SAVERS, 4 WILD HORSES, YOU TAUGHT ME THERE IS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN MYSELF--THE MOUNTAINS, THE STREAMS, THE OPEN SPACES--NOW THIS IS SOMETHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR . . . TWO AMERICAS--AS FOR ME AN MY HOUSE, WE WILL SERVE THE ONE FORMED ACCORDING TO THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION--BRITAIN, GERMANY, HITLER, STALIN, AND MUSSOLINI--MONARCHY, DESPOTS & TOTALITARIAN GOVERNMENTS CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! FREEDOM IS NOT A DREAM!

Wisest Man in Bible--I'll Split the Baby--Mother's Love, Says, No--Give Him to Her!

Daily, I refer either to early Biblical stories and training, or thoughts and ideas, ideologies and concepts in the Bible, the greatest psychology book ever written . . . and the fight over claim on my absolutely wonderful, beautiful, smart, confident, kind, thoughtful, and the coolest four people on earth to me, my children, has to stop.  Government infiltrators, underhanded family members, unscrupulous grand parents, aunt, uncles and cousins, and their extended circle of friends, made up of my past, present and most likely my future enemies, place my children, and their families in the highest of conflict, a choice between spouses, and their mother, intentionally . . . and it is not fair, right, commendable, or to be respected; their loyalties, hearts and souls are not playgrounds, in this battle between two world views!  Bug the fuck out of my family!

And if you will not, then I will bow out, and let them have peace, and garnish, whatever you can offer them, much, like the mother of Moses, who was born during Pharaoh's fear, that a savior would be born to lead the children of Israel out of bondage, much like America is today, and getting more and more, like slaves, and less and less like free men, woman and children, and it is all on purpose, and God, only knows why . . . power, greed, control, abuse of power, slavery, public servitude, bondage, third world status, WHY?  The mother of Moses, rather than throw her son in the river, as she was commanded to do, made a small boat, or basket of some sort, and when Pharaoh's daughter, and her entourage, came to worship and bath in the Nile, Miriam, the sister of Moses, pushed the baby to the princess, and when she found the baby, asked the princess, if she needed a nurse maid for the baby . . . the mother got to be with her son, until he was done nursing . . . then the princess, raised him as if it were her own son, but the son, seeing the cruelty of the masters to the slaves, many of them, the children of Israel, he joined them as a slave, and later, led them out of captivity.

Sometimes, what is to be our demise, is actually our deliverance; therefore, rather than split the babies in half, the mother who gave them birth, raised them, taught them, and loves them, will not see them suffer and be torn between two very different worlds!  There is only one, America, the other, proposed substitute, with roots, back years or even centuries, with loyalties and hearts, towards Britain and Germany, or steeped in the sorcery and secrecy of societies, that can't be sustained in the light of day, are not what these kids were raised on, with two beautiful daughters who served the real America, and sons so dedicated to the principles, objecting to sending jobs, factories, and businesses to China, that they will not purchase clothing and other items if they are not made in the USA!

Soul Saving

Mary Poppins, said, a pinch of sugar, makes the medicine go down . . . but I say, a pinch of poison, daily, taints the family, interferes with maternal love, and takes the family down.  There have been several times in my life, that, after studying out a particular situation as a mother, that another person, father, for example, given personality differences, family timing and dynamics--with a father's growing importance, it launching children from the home, or giving them the freedom, to choose what they want to do, not only with their lives, but with whom, and where they want to spend their time, and their vacations . . . I am not here to make their lives, nor their choices, harder, but I have a deep understanding of who my children are, what their values, are, and ultimately, like Moses, they will make the right decisions, in other words, I totally trust their minds, intellect, morals, foundation, and understand that life brings with it, paradoxes, complexities, compromise, split affections, and sometimes, timing, is all it takes . . . they are free to do what, when, where, and with whom they will, they have my unconditional love!

FOUR WILD HORSES--BROKE LOOSE FROM THEIR CAPTORS, AND WERE RUNNING AS FREE AS THE WIND!

While not quite apocalyptic . . . they could not have been more majestic, and appeared out of no where, at exactly the time I was thinking of my children, the situation, Nicole's upcoming visit, who my children are, and the extreme challenges they have had to face, given their mother's fight for freedom or the American people . . . just yesterday, my computer was controlled, since Wednesday morning, I couldn't get on the computer, or the Internet . . . but a man I met, most likely, as usual, a cop, tried to tell me my blog was just an illusion, not real, and I should just talk, to one person at a time . . . really, I was pissed, and said, I have had up to 155 million hits, and I am not going to go, one by one, to talk to people!

He asked me my name, and the name of my blog, and this asshole, was going to look at my blog, acting like I was full of shit at the numbers, I was getting.  I told him that the government's version of the blog, was bad con law chick blog . . . and they split the baby, and stole all the hits, so that is where to find the numbers . . . the guys was dumbfounded to see the real numbers--67,000,000!  The look on his face was priceless, if not outright rewarding!  LOL!  

He started to read some of the titles, asked my name, or where to find it on the blog, so I showed him, my picture and my bio . . . he looked at me, and said, I find it hard to believe, that the woman I am sitting with, wrote this blog?  Well, believe it dip shit!  It is not as if, I look different than the picture, in fact, just yesterday, I got my hair cut, AT GREAT CLIPS, to the length, it was, before the, truck driver, beautician, up at Walmart, who appeared to be paid, to not cut my hair short, like I wanted it, and said he was leaving it long . . . like all my doubles!  It is a dorky, 80's cut, but anything is better than being confused with Rachel, Shelley, Sue, Tiffany, Marcie, or Kay!  Good God!

The interesting thing about the 67,000,000 hits, is that I was blocked from writing anything else, for several days, which, as indicated by the huge number of hits, usually goes up . . . I just write too much, and usually daily, and at times twice a day, which I may have done on Wednesday; however, if I let a day or two go by, the numbers soar, because, Google makes me start over with each entry, unlike most bloggers, with lesser numbers.  So, I start from 0, or from the number that have my blog flagged to read, when new material comes out.  So, I was expecting to have numbers, somewhere around 100,000,000, but was shocked to see it, back down to just over 3,000,000 . . . but yesterday, or this morning, I kept seeing the words, on an orange juice carton, or something, that said, something to the effect, dividing up freshness . . . or dividing it up, among the alleged stakeholders, who get my money from the blog!

The mystery man at Rosauers--symbolic name in and of itself, my mother used to read us a story as children, called, Rose Red and Rose White . . . I was blond, Shelley was brunette or black, so rose is one of my symbols for Shelley, me and this guy were at Rosauers, in Kalispell, Montana . . . Rose U hers . . . or Rose you are, Rose you ours, to put it phonetically, Shelley is claiming to be me . . . she just never grew out of that, "It Mine" stage as a child!  LOL!  This must be a CIA training tactic, if someone doesn't believe you, just keep telling them, it mine, or I am your husband, Allan Rex Bess . . . I told Frank, you could be Mickey Mouse, and you are not my husband, or Allan . . . Shelley, you can be Minnie Mouse, his spouse, and you are not JoAnn!  LOL . . . Shelley's mental stage, and mantra . . .

In reference to everything in my, JoAnn S. Secrist, Shelley's baby sister . . . JoAnn says, My life--Shelley's infantile mentality--It MINE!  My law degree--Shelley--It MINE!  My career--Shelley--It MINE! My husbands/boyfriends--Shelley--They MINE!  My children--Shelley--They MINE!  My cases--Shelley--They MINE!  My son's band--Shelley--It My Son's!  My legislation--Shelley--It MINE! My water compact analysis and testimony--Shelley--It MINE!  My blog--Shelley--It MINE!  My money--Shelley, Rachel, Kay, Sue, Marcie, Jared, Tiffany, Mom & Dad, Kevin, Mark, Dave . . . It MINE!  LOL!  You, as did Allan aka Frank, tell me you are Allan, 10,000 times, that doesn't make it so!  Twisted Believers, too!  Even this dumb ass guy, looking straight at me, seeing me and my picture, reading smart stuff, talking to a smart woman . . . and having a hard time believing it!  That is your problem!

Most likely, the guy, who read the blog in disbelief, focusing on the illusion of Shelley, or whomever, but staring reality in the face, was pondering, and thinking, while he read and I went to the restroom, and in his mind, he was most likely hearing Shelley's voice, IT MINE!  He left with a very, puzzled look on his face . . . and closed up shop, his computer, and walked out, saying, I am going to compare your blog numbers, to that of other bloggers . . . go ahead, top in the world, so have at it, while Shelley, will scream . . . IT MINE!  Check both blogs, same face, same articles, same bio, same name of the blog, but one gets all the hits, and it is not the original, symbolic of all else!  LOL!  And I am, allegedly, the one with brain damage!  LOL!  Try Shelley, Kay, Brett, Jack, Michael, Allan aka Frank, Rachel, Sue, Kevin, Dick, Helen, and the rest of the fucked up crew!  LOL!

If I have brain damage, they are fucking retarded!  I will have a write-off, challenge, anytime, on any subject, and in any place . . . oh, and if any of the fake twitching bitches, want to have a doctor check out the missing clit, I would say, that is sufficient evidence to prove the whole scam! LOL!  I doubt these doubles, want to be me, that bad!  LOL!

You Taught Me, There Were Some Things Bigger Than Myself . . . The Mountains, The Open Spaces, The Rivers, America!

The Truth Shall Make You Free--Run Free, My Wild & Beautiful Children . . . thanks for the comfort, GOD!  You Were Born to Be Free, And Born to be WILD!

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