identity

Migrant Leadership in the United States of America? Little Me?

I was caught up with USC (University Southern California) people in the 1970s also. Filmmakers, political young adults. This is never spoken of. I visited the USC campus many times before I was 8 years old. Some thought I’d go there eventually as a college student and get a career with their alumni. It appears a mafia sold me out and I was banned from the campus instead.

I attended a film location scout that involved the United Nations and propaganda. It appeared that I was going to be in the film itself. There was some major conflict involving my identity. Looks like real Russian(?) people were ANGRY that I was a bright child with ideas YET NOT ACTUALLY RUSSIAN. So they told me to “go stand with the United States people” and I did. That actor(?) told me, “We are a country in debt. It may never change. You are a U.S. born child and we want you to be a migrant leadership person.” I thought it was for the movie. Looks like I got caught up very badly with professional entertainment migrants as well as contractor/builders and it is/was VERY REAL all these decades.

Migrant meetings? I was TOLD that is all I had to do, is show up for some migrant meetings. As a youth, I was not certain what that all meant. It appears… I’ve actually been human trafficked all these years and YET DO NOT KNOW ANYONE for real. I don’t have a list of migrants or their leaders to be in contact with. People simply put me on a bus now and then and they made ME LOOK LIKE A MIGRANT. I didn’t speak with people. I was like a mascot, a pet, a toy, a flag bearer who could not actually do much for anyone and my own funding was very low like a migrant worker who came over a border into the U.S.A. So I got kidnapped and trafficked and somehow migrants were told to follow me around (1970s and 80s)? I basically was taken places, and the workers followed and they did all the talking and deal-making and I got MUGGED over and over again. Silenced.

I’m not as bad off these days, however I’m still not a leadership person with money to hire people. I still do not have a contact list of leaders and workers from any company or organization. Nothing. I believe I am very done with people as I was TOLD to take “retirement age” at 50 years old if I do not have a contract. I do not have a contract for or from others. I am just living a very simple boring life. No one has asked for me to step up and speak with a group. The last time that happened for real was in my youth. I’ve been attacked by gang members by force and injury as well as druggings–just before I was to speak anywhere–even in a high school classroom. So public speaking was out for me and has been for decades. Very real gang leaders likely knew I couldn’t handle managing migrant workers. They may have sabotaged me from any of the related duties just so the migrant workers sought other leaders who can handle or manage them.

This is yet another online writing I had not planned on. Am hoping that coming clean on what I know about helps people MOVE ON FROM ME and seek help and leadership from those who are far more enabled.

Identity Theft is Real

I actually helped created my very own identity early in life and it appears to have been sold many times over in different ways to men, women, children and all forms of trans. They may or may not have been legal in the U.S.A. I believe the original plan was for me to sit at home and not know many people. Due to the identity theft I was kidnapped and people had many false expectations for me. Instead of crying and yelling my brains out I AGREED to help people who actually had stolen it and their peoples. What has happened is I got very caught up in gangster and mafia problems and I learned things. I was a stand in, a visitor, not a full time work force person though. A mythical creature of many identities before I was an adult. As an individual, I stood in for adults and children in places who were out of country, in prison or not yet born. It allowed people to meet me and remember which child I was.

My health(physical, financial and mental) is NOT GOOD ENOUGH to continue to be a “good sport” and just fill in for people. I can’t make in person appearances as a “sea hag” or “convict producer” or “gangster’s child” or “mafia child” with a variety of borrowed clout to help move anything around.

There is another post I wrote about being Mugged at Firebaugh. I’ve been mugged elsewhere too. It got very out of hand in my youth. The gangs knew I didn’t belong around their tough high level people. So I came and went. I probably would have known the British Royalty better if I hadn’t been so caught up with the identity theft. They are high level people who were not beating me up.

I’m hoping to continue as a little writer, even do some very small public speaking someday. It may not happen because of the identity theft. Bigger people than me have used things I helped create with teams of others. They may not wish me to step up and look better than some of their current younger people.

Reminder that identity theft can be in whole or partial. People may have used my name(s) and likenesses in the U.S.A., past addresses, old friends, former family members, favorite locations, schools and more. Some may have been high level people in society knowingly using my name just on paperwork and knowing I was politely sitting at home, others may have been migrants who had no idea who I was and willing to end my life to have a U.S. identity based on forged documents and fake ID’s.

To Save Others, I Had to Die

A long time ago I was pressured under extreme duress to drop who I was, allow others to “be me” even in person. I didn’t have enough clout by myself. I had to lose who I was permanently or, I or others were at risk of being severely damaged and even mrdrd, dead and buried. As a child I didn’t know I’d have to do such a thing… and more than once.. likely to gang members from different gangs.

People over-hostaged me VERY IMPOLITELY in my youth. Forced me to be used against all kinds of people I didn’t even know. I had to abandon more than one of my own very real identities and groups of contacts. Sorry, not fixable.

What is even more extreme… on occasions I may have ONLY BEEN STANDING IN a SHORT TIME for someone unavailable. Someone planned to return. People still didn’t want me to look that important… as a temp or sub. I got mugged over and over again.

How I also Lost Identity in the 1970s

I forgot to mention this also: How many convicts used wives and children to “be me” for THEM on IPs? Many may still be very much connected to past IPs, IP ideas so their convict husbands are still connected even sitting in prison. And also, there may still be convict women with husbands and boyfriends on the outside connected to IPs on paperwork. There could be THOUSANDS of people who actually capitalized on IPs I helped spark as a child. Because I was NOT MAKING MONEY ON IPs… I was very much made an outsider, outcast, lone wolf.

The truth is.. and I have learned about it in my near half-century of life: People should NOT possess each other.

That means trying and doing it. Taking something of someone else and using that as your own. Something OBVIOUSLY once belonging to someone else.

This may even include a wife or husband using their partner’s shirt or car, even using their favorite sayings. I believe even this is a wrong trait or habit. It isn’t a sign of love to “remove” or “re-assign” something symbolic belonging to someone. Like stealing a famous guitarist’s musical instrument. It will NEVER have the same meaning as it did in the owner’s hands, arms, possession.

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In my childhood I strove to be original in thinking, even if I was INSPIRED by someone else. It was a GOAL to be unique, stand out, different, even in understanding similar things. My own goal was to understand things even better than people I met or read about. It has been a part of my personal journey.