Yes, that may still be who I actually am in California and to people of Mexico+. Not a joke! A long time ago I may have still been connected with the United Nations and their people in many countries. I was NOT DEVELOPED for working with others as an adult. Looks I’ve been ruined and destroyed, pushed out of the way the rest of my life to ALLOW FOR OTHERS to get the paths I could not take. What has angered me at times is I got the bad life not the good one… and yet people want me to shoulder blame for things I HAD NO POWER TO CHANGE OR CANCEL. I already shouldered the low income*, unhealthy, damaged life. I DID NOT SPEND DECADES PARTYING with entertainment people and/or political peoples.
I was supposed to be the humble friend of many in life, however I took on bigger problems than people planned on–got mugged for the replacements. Still was NOT HIRED for being an influencer or gang member.
*Many years of my life I had less than $1,000 U.S. dollars per month to live on, including paying for apartment rent, food, health care, clothing, transportation, etc. Even right now, though improved income I cannot afford my own home.
I’ve been in trouble for years now and NO STEVEN has stepped up to claim me as part of their group, gang, tribe, organization. Anyone else notice this? It doesn’t take money for this. A poor one could have spoken up.
No one has called me, “Steven” either for real or expressed as just for fun.
Means I am a lone wolf, and no one OWNS ME EITHER. No one can claim they own what I own.
Over time, if nothing is said… even years and decades from now… watch to see who picks up my belongings and game pieces. Who is key in trying to own things I’ve owned all these decades.–I mention this because I have no agreement with any group or individual for sharing anything I own. Things were spoken of in the 1970s, however people did not stay in touch with me at all. I am not even certain what their real names were. I don’t have a real husband or past one, and no children DNA or adopted at this time.
I’ll speak as a mafia person, a minor lead back to people. However, only within the walls of the courtroom(s). The reason is I am very dead to that name and it is used by others made more famous even in small public places. I have NOT used it for myself in decades. It would only be a frame of mind, no change in my actual status of clout in the city.
Otherwise, I am fully disconnected, unrelated in so many ways to the 1970s. It may be why expectations are so misplaced with me right now. I NEVER MADE THE MONEY people expected! I don’t have the contacts and connections. I got human trafficked by strangers instead. I was not connected to making money even in San Diego or Honolulu. Forget about Los Angeles, CA. I feel people did try to get some money back to my family for any contributions(even far away from California) I did do, to help me survive. Being a sea hag and crazy Steven were not the original nicknames I used and I don’t know how announced they were outside the smallest inner circles on back lots. I was NOT a known money-maker at all.
Originally, I was just a child who wanted to pay a feature film director a token amount of money to listen to my idea(s). I was not supposed to look committed to hiring a whole staff of people. The Chula Vista, CA and Van Nuys, CA people are the ones who had the money and connections to do that sort of thing–and they knew me in person since the 1970s. Some of those people left the country in the 1970s, some stayed around. I am not certain what deals people made and got, nor the monies earned.
Writing this out I feel like I’m “belly aching”! Please don’t feel you need to read this. It’s for those who are actually concerned and/or responsible for my life.
I’m not connected well anywhere these days. Many of my connections of the past have retired and passed on. They were adults when I was a youth. I have not moved up into a real in person leadership role anywhere. Others have known me better than I knew and know myself. Collectively, we know I’m not healthy and strong. If you have seen me being strong and assertive in person it was only a temporary thing. Most of the time I’ve gone home and napped, even took days to recover from doing too much with my very imperfect body.
I’ve tried my best to help my body, it just isn’t something that is going to be strong and healthy. I’m lucky to have a few hours to a day or two without having to pay for it with extended rest and recovery. There are 70+ year olds who are in better physical health than me. They walk, jog, ride bikes, chat for hours with others. They look more alive than me. Age is not always a good marker for someone’s health and abilities. Fortunately, many know I generally have given respect to elders. Elders had decided long ago I should not become famous and important. It is likely due to my body’s weak core. I would not be able to be active and contributing daily and hourly of my mind and body which is required for work places, even the gentle ones.
A lot younger I insisted on strengthening my body and tried to be athletic and keeping moving, be strong. I honestly was even doing better a few years ago. The gall bladder removal about a year ago may be playing on me more than I realized. I am weaker, feeling a general illness daily even sitting around at home. Trying to stay alive even at home I am doing house chores like cleaning and cooking. It really is tiring me out though and I have to nap or just lay down for a couple of hours. It is making me feel old. Thankfully I do pep up and recharge enough to remind me I am a useful person.
It’s almost 8pm right now. Since 8am I helped get the small Thanksgiving meal together today and ate some also! Also I stood up and did a lot of the dish washing also. I’m laying in bed right now, not feeling good. Inspired to write this out.
If I were better connected, I’d be on the phone wishing people Happy Thanksgiving and also letting them know I’m not well. I’m so much in the wilderness not one person emails with me to chat about anything. They may know how dead I am to work force people and that I am actually ill. They are not saying it, not talking about me because they are concerned about their own work and the people they know better. Yes! It really is this way. I can’t remember when even a fake relative gave me a phone call or email to wish me better health.
I have a court date coming up. It’s way up in L.A. over 110mi from where I am sitting. I’m going to attempt to drive up there for it and pray my health holds up enough to get me through the day and back home again. Actually kind of scared of the system these days. I am worried that L.A. people are still trying to bind me to their city and the works I was only connected to by faint vapor. I can’t be a full time resident in a home or in their county facilities.
I’ve honestly tried to be what people needed of me all these decades. It wasn’t clear because different groups and individuals had different needs. Just don’t have the kind of wealth and health work place people have. Please note… some tough mafia people sized me up in the 1970s. They didn’t want me because I wasn’t wealthy enough even as a child. They also didn’t like the idea of me participating in person with mafia people because I was clearly weak and weakened by gang members already.
In my life definitely people saw to it I got health care, but not always. Some have left me very imperfect to REMIND the gang-bangers to leave me alone. I’m already “dead meat”. Again I was labeled “sea hag” which means mafia gave me a very difficult, tough path. I cannot leap off that life work and path and be a funding support person now. People who can fund others have a very good income, usually with or from decades of work place related earnings. Being a sea hag… I was kept from work places and normal work. Still contributed my life and spirit.
In essence and bold reality.. I appear to have been RETIRED from being a sea hag. If you don’t know what those are, you need to ask people who do know. They are NOT money handlers, pay pals, or funding partners for instance.
If you are a gang member from San Diego: If I was on the same team as “Steven H.” a long time ago, I was not a cash and carry person. I was just a baby in the mix.
A long time ago in the 1970s, KSPL went live to a small audience and was repeated to multiple cities and states in the United States of America. Originally it was a self-funded, “public radio” that didn’t have a call sign or any real organization. Repeaters were “pirate radio operators” and continued the signal beyond its original 500ft.
By 1974, KSPL was a sought after radio signal attracting fans from all walks of life. It wasn’t funded and it received enough attention to get some tough protection initially, but its popularity caused fierce competition.
Over the decades the signal has been disrupted and boosted and the staff has survived multiple terrorist attacks. It was decided early on to keep KSPL out of the news media for the additional safety of the staff and friends involved.
Today in 2023, KSPL is still a self-funded broadcast to locals in California. There are NO formal agreements for content use transmitted and received. PIRATE RADIO OPERATORS may be using mechanical and also HUMAN repeaters and fraud knockoffs. Typical real content for KSPL are ordinary people living in retirement. They are non-criminal, non-mafia, non-gang affiliated. It is known that KSPL has a non-published signal frequency and is NOT responsible for criminal repeaters.
Please note: I am not admitting nor denying if I was or am part of the staff.
