people – Thoughts

Still an Influencer

I’ve looked 360 degrees recently and realized the society of people I am supposed to be standing with are global and local influencers. I’m a loner in my spirit and insights, and those are still my people even if I don’t know them by name or in person at all. Those are my actual people! Millions of people who are strangers to me, and I them.

It didn’t get said enough in my life. This label: influencer. What it has done is prevented me from being a wealthy person. I’ve had a low-ish professional glass ceiling, and yet been allowed to speak with important people as needed: which I mostly did it in my youth to be honest. I get important people these days also, however I appear more as an older average person in public. I’ve been on ice for decades. People did throw me away so others could be more important in society. I didn’t get thrown in the backseat… got left at home mostly. I look retired from any commitments or duties to this day.

“Yooen? Yu-en?” I said. “No, you are U.N.” the tall blond man answered, putting some body armor on me with the stenciled letters, “U.N.” on it. “Oh! The letters, U… and N… Am I going to be in trouble here, as U.N.?” (1970s, Israel)

The take away from this post is that I was not allowed to be bigger than an influencer. It never was my work or job to help fund others with money I had or have. I couldn’t take people in and shelter them, and I couldn’t hire people daily or monthly. Written in more than one past post that I never had a business partner or life partner to help me do bigger things. I was more interesting to chat with when I was a lot younger and interacting with other influencers, gang members and a variety of leadership people. In recent decades… yes, that many years… my life has been very minimalized and non-controversial. Honestly not talking with people about problems, troubleshooting, issues–I wasn’t needed.

Being stuck as an influencer, it means I cannot head up or lead even a small company with full time or regularly hiring temporary workers. I’m actually a small person in society, a freelancer in nature myself. Only on rare occasions have I been allowed to hire some fellow freelancer/day player types of workers. I was hoping this would change, it has not. Thinking this was chosen to keep me out of bigger troubles and difficulties I would not be able to handle. Not complaining, just openly reminding myself and others why I am limited.

Happy Thanksgiving! Here in the U.S.A. it is still a get together hundreds of years later…

The original event according to history appears to be Incan slaves sent to meet incoming pilgrims from Europe in the northern east coast of the Americas. They helped the newcomers with shelter and food. They ate together in the same spaces, possibly at the same tables.

All these centuries later… it is about family and friends gathering at homes and dinner places. Some get along well, some don’t. I’m wishing for peace today in the United States of America. A day to avoid conflicts and conflagrations. Just a “day of caring for each other”. Share your places, your food, your stories even clothing if lacking. A day without hate and contempt. It’s not a religious holiday, though it appears religiously enjoyed annually here!

Thanksgiving in the U.S.A. is a big national event! Image from https://tripjive.com/from-feasts-to-festivals-most-memorable-thanksgiving-day-celebrations-across-the-usa/

Stranger Than Fiction? People, Places and Names.

It was known that a “Clinton” was human trafficking me in the 1970s and possibly paid for by a current or former employee of BYCORP Construction. “Clinton” was a known paid trafficker of Chinese and Taiwanese people in San Diego, CA. He actually GRABBED ME and tried to SELL ME to incoming immigrants more than once before I was old enough to attend grade school. They looked Chinese and separately people from India.

Here is the actual stranger than fiction. These TWO WOMEN are known gang members who used my name in San Diego, CA and Los Angeles, CA and possibly in Honolulu, HI. “Michelle Kirksey” and “Mamie McCall”. When I was under six years old there was a “Clinton” and “Alex” connected with BYCORP who also used my name(s) in Los Angeles, CA. These were adults knowingly using my name(s). This doesn’t include also “Joshua Kushner, Jr.” a known brown Mexican gang member who people pretended was my husband.

I have witnessed at least 3-4 different men using the name “Clinton” before the 1980s. They all looked lean, tall, white/Caucasian and gangster.

This does not include gangster/mafia women using the first name of “Donna”. There has been at least one in Chula Vista, CA as well as one in Oceanside, CA who spoke with me in my youth. Both knew who I was.

How many “Alex” people(men and women) are in a job position or living in a location I was in theory supposed to be a part of, right now? I can say I have witnessed at least one “Alex” in San Diego, CA living in a home people pretended I owned. Another “Alex” I have worked with in person on a major feature movie in a job I wanted as a child.

The point in all this is… I’ve been replaced by gang members in all kinds of places FULL TIME. I got those places/locations(even job) a long time ago and met with others and it was established I was involved… then I was never again at those locations for the same reason. None of these people who replaced me, or took my place… are long term contacts and friends. I don’t even know what names they have on their own documents. I wonder to this day…”Who do they think they are now?” AND “Who do they think I am?”

I was a youth when I was taken to the Van Nuys Superior Courthouse and asked to help “previsualize some things”. I was asked to DO IT FOR A “STEVEN”. Over the decades… I … YES ME!!! Was taken back to the courthouse and placed in the DEFENDANT SEAT as if I was… a STEVEN. I was IN TROUBLE and BEING A STEVEN for …who?? And that’s the troubling part. The role reversal? The swap? Are people aware? I do not have mafia or gangster or gang member contacts to help me. I am being trafficked. I do not use the name Steven, by the way. I’m willing to wager… all these names I’ve mentioned in the post may have AUTHENTICALLY used the name “Steven” in public places over the decades and have been transacting in Los Angeles, CA with fellow gang members, mafia people and more.

What We Are Wearing in Public

Preface. This is both a small and big topic in my humble opinion. Let me keep the shortest version. The long version includes self image and projections, attitudes, special occasions and what’s in fashion. The short version is clothing only based on what we are doing and who we are on a daily basis. I’m also going to focus on the United States of America’s southwest region. It is the one I know most and it covers warm and cold weather. My readership is likely familiar with it also. People from all over the world know Los Angeles, CA for instance.

If you took a snapshot of people out in public midday during the work week of Monday through Friday this is a hint at what people are wearing and what it means to an average person. Writing this because people from other countries may not realize what it looks like to the regulars around town. Hoping also my Hawaii people(friends and strangers) get why I wear certain things when I leave California and visit Hawaii and I have difficulty switching over to island styles. Here is what it looks like.

Who is dressing the best midday during the work week? Usually professional office personnel. This includes both civilian and military. Next are the people who visit those people. Below that group are people in schools whether teacher or student. Then it is the service people whether they are in uniforms or just good work clothing. Below them are the people being serviced in casual clothing such as someone taking their car to get repairs, grocery shopping. Below those consumers and customers are their children and people they hire with cash. Children may or may not dress as well as parents and guardians. People who are only working on a cash basis tend to be dressed the least expensive and important wearing clothes suitable for work ranging from errands to hard labor.

What gets confusing is when people dress lower or higher than they actually are. For instance, some wealthy people just wear very casual clothes in public–they may have been working on their own car or yard, or were out doing a sport such as surfing, skateboarding, bicycling and others. Also there are low workforce people and migrants who have paid for or stolen more expensive clothes and are pretending things–like being more important than the full time wealthy, military, school and office people.

It gets even more confusing when important people dress very casual like a migrant or service person and migrants dress like people working in administration and politics. I find it WORRISOME when well dressed poor people behave entitled around actual important people dressed casually who look scared and terrorized.

I need to pause here. It is troubling me to write this out.

If you believe in the ‘wind’… it is admitting I was “terrorized by Kremlin partners” and forced to look like a migrant to Russians in Hawaii in my youth. Those partners may have been migrants from south of the California/Mexico border.

Rockn’ the Courthouse with “Genius Christ”

Pure acknowledgement for those who have known me even in passing through as a visitor to places. I AM ONE OF THE ORIGINAL “Genius Christ” people of a certain Los Angeles, California courthouse. I rocked the courthouse with others in the spirit of literature, history, open speech making, storytelling, oral presentations and problem solving think tank. Full acknowledgement of what is legal and illegal, and day-lighting cheats and cheating. Have not attended fully since 1977 or so. If I came back at all it was while held in possession by gangsters’ people and I was not active in the participation, did not add anything, was not introduced to others. Others have used the nickname genius christ more than I ever did. I’m not certain if I used the nickname itself since the 1970s.

Yes, “Genius Christ” was also a parody of a “Jesus Christ” characterization. Meant to be in good humor not blasphemy of a religious person. A different human being entirely.

Unnecessary Forces

This is such a profound title for a blog post to me personally I couldn’t start writing it without first stepping away from the computer (AFK).

Why is it profound? I’ve seen LOTS OF UNNECESSARY FORCE in my life, so much people created more of it to help get me and others into and out of trouble.

How do I explain unnecessary forces as used with and upon my life? It means pushes and pulls, directions and redirections by others of greater clout and powers that involved some form of harm. Harm can be as little as missing out on a part of life you’ll never get on up through physical injuries with medical professionals involved.

In my youth I did not understand why there was so much complication involving me and others like me. We got trafficked and guided to do some things and not do others. It caused me to not know as many people nor have as much money to work with in life.

Unnecessary force is like walking as fast as you can and someone threatens you to go faster, even physically pushing you so your coordinated steps skip around and you arrive too soon. If you arrived early for a public bus or train you end up standing around waiting. The mass transportation could be late and you missed a peaceful walk.

What if you already doing something on your own time and someone shows up with threats for you rush it? Would you want to be sitting at home working on a model boat or plane at your leisure and someone shows up and TELLS YOU to speed up the process so much so you make errors? They force you to use the paints you have around instead of buying new colors? You make the little model completely and it has errors like rough edges and paint colors from another project. What is the purpose? What if other people were eager to see what you made as you yourself would do it? The project is ruined for that purpose, isn’t it? What if the model got damaged along the way due to expediting it? What was that for? Do you blame the model maker or the force used upon them? In my youth I put together some plastic model kits from a hobby store and they were rushed and then stolen–sometimes before they were finished. I heard later people were not impressed with my skills!

Another unnecessary force in a common daily life is when someone tells you to go do something and insists upon it, and once completed no one cared about the result, the process to make it, nor the person who was asked to do it. What was all this for? What if I had to spend money on it also to get it done?

Another forced moment? What about someone insisting you to manually open an automatic door that has a motor and trigger button? Does this sound like a familiar scene in your life?

Unnecessary force could be like someone insisting you pay full price for an item even though it is publicly advertised on sale. And the person pushing you is not a stakeholder, they actually have no share in the sale of the product.

This also has happened to me, in the spirit of unnecessary force. Not giving me enough information to do something, or only enough to go so far and a group of people show up to harass, complain, even physically shove me around to finish whatever it was and to their expectations which they won’t speak on. When the reality is a single note of formal request and I could have gotten it all done before they arrived.

Ever heard of the joke about “How many _____’s does it take to screw in a light bulb?” Have you ever been in the position of needing to and while you are doing it family and friends surround you to tell you how good they are at it, how for you to do it their way, complain about your speed or the equipment you are using to get it done maybe even complain about the light bulb itself even though they won’t buy you a different one? Then because of all the noise and commotion, humans standing around in the way it takes twice as much time to get it done?

Have you experienced unnecessary force(s) in your life? You are not alone. You’ve got me to refer to also. My belief is people went too far with me, over the top, far beyond the need and they were strangers to me even if I had met them before.

Ant Farm

Something to remember about a team of people no matter the size. Each person has a job to do, big or small. If someone gets injured or sick, others fill in. If the sick and injured recover, they are given work to do that they can handle. It could be said that planet Earth is like a big ant farm and we are the ants. There are many of us here. In theory no one has to work really hard if we each do a little something.

Tolerance in Towns

Contracts end, money runs out, staff changes and more. That’s when people shift positions. Some go up, some go down. Some don’t change much. You cannot get angry if someone you are not used to seeing or hearing from takes a walk, starts talking, has a new presence. There are 8 billion people on planet Earth. In theory that’s 8 billion changes waiting to happen. Small, or big and so many things in between.

I admit, some people are NOT NICE and cause trouble. Some are nice and trouble tries to find them. There are enough of us to make the correct adjustments, I humbly suggest.

Mugged at Firebaugh

I need public to know that YES I WAS TAKEN TO the town of FIREBAUGH, California as a child and told to help those people. What transpired is that I was MUGGED and I have a feeling they created someone to replace me in society. I looked like one of THEIR OWN people for a while. Maybe long term, I don’t know. I was NEVER a real Mexican or agriculture worker. I do not know if it was a man, woman or child. When I was first told about this IN PERSON, at that town… it looked like they thought I was wealthy and wanted my money. That is not what it was. Someone wanted to leave that town and trade places with me elsewhere. Someone in Chula Vista, CA may have instigated this. I was taken there many times also in my youth and some pretended I was from there. I was not. It is VERY POSSIBLE my identity was already so stolen, I was NOT THE PROPER PERSON to kidnap to Firebaugh to “trade places with”.

What people may not understand is… someone, maybe many… “GOT PROGRAMMED” that I am a Firebaugh person… and I AM NOT. I may have “gotten attached” to them though. Things like this CAN BE DONE POLITELY. It didn’t feel polite, however I do not know what all was going on back then. I was actually very young.

I have a feeling… still… that someone IMPORTANT in Hollywood got mrdrd and to hide it happened, they were swapping all kinds of people around. (early 1970s) It may be why they gave me to Firebaugh… so they could LEARN I was not one of the wealthy, not someone in competition in Hollywood, not really.

Part of this is part of a greater mystery I may never understand or know fully. I may not need to. Just please be aware a lot of things have happened in my life and I likely have swapped with big and small people in a variety of places over time. And I didn’t know what was really going on.

a Mike is a Mike?

I’ve been having to contend with, live with being someone else most of my life. I want to note something that happened in my very early life. “a Mike” planned to be me in Hollywood. It looks like I swapped places with his peoples many times very early in the 1970s-80s. Then it looked like people were not certain what to do with me. I have a feeling this happened and I humbly suggest people leave me in peace and seek out bigger people for IN PERSON NEEDS and WANTS.

I am actually a very diminished person who is not allowed to do much in society. I do not have a large pool of contacts to help me get around. There are people keeping their eyes out for me, however they are limited and that’s likely why I can’t do more than an average person these days. For a while I appear to have taken the paths… trafficked paths… that others have done, so their contacts got me around. I can’t keep doing this. The main reason is I am retired on a limited income. I am NOT ABLE to grow new wealth by myself or teamed with others.

Please remember… my lack of wealth and connections means SOMEONE ELSE, perhaps MANY… DO have good connections and money.