Tag: retired

I’m NOT KAMALA HARRIS. I did some previs work for her in my youth under a “Clinton”.

I figured out what is going wrong. People knew it may get VERY STUPID later and we are in the later, way later.

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. I do not have access or use of her contacts. And WHO SHE IS has changed since the 1970s.

It got screwed up very badly in the 1970s. Small men from Russia were using me and kept asking for “Kamala” someone CREATED even though I was in front of them and present for tasks FOR PREVIS… I was also learning PRIMETIME. It may have been the Republican and Democratic parties in severe conflict with me. They actually DID LIKE ME for work for the White House. NEITHER wanted to adopt me though.

For a while I stood in as a “future Kamala” both the legitmate looking society famous one as well as a criminal me person.

Some people may have held onto ME as a Spielberg and as a Kamala person long term without telling other people what was going on. INCLUDING ME. IT HAS TO DO WITH MONEY. I became a Hollywood Kamala for her people to invest and make money DECADES AGO.

I’m verifiably RETIRED from PREVIS work for big people. I don’t have their people to TALK WITH REGULARLY about what is going on. Inside information is very key. I’m not a political assistant for the White House. They have MANY of those people ACTIVE and on a PAYROLL. They don’t all sit in Washington, D.C. They are scattered around the world. I have NO INSTRUCTIONS about helping any specific candidate nor contact list of who I need to know right now. I am in a very dead zone. Nothing going on.

I am NOT ADOPTED by any politician or political party. People do know who I am. It is a choice they have made and I fully accept it. I’ve noted I am NOT under a contract and am NOT WORKING. I’m not pretending to be previs or in control of anything. I have agreed, am RETIRED in nature. Can’t fix this by myself! Someone would HAVE TO HIRE ME to make me unretired.

It may interest some people to know that a “bigger me” person, more than one were staff at QualComm in its earliest life. In the 1980s, some even thought I worked there and made a lot of money. It was not me. I may have actually gone places they were also visiting at the same time and didn’t know it.

So retired… It is forced by others.

There is a sense people want me in play still. I can’t do much. Even when I was very active it was AS A SPEAKER. I was NOT the one making deals, signing documents, moving money around. I was a baby to many big adults who got to play the games of making good and great money, as well as the risks of taking losses.

I need people to know that about me. As much as I’d love to jump in and do more like the 1970s and 80s… it actually WAS NOT MY JOB to do so. I was grabbed violently and put into the positions like a substitute. Then I was removed. I may have gotten some praise, but it was because others were going to make the big money, not me personally.

I’m actually a tired soul. My health is sketchy. I realize from this past year if I don’t have the proper daily care I can be ill even at home. I’m not a good one to call upon to step in and do much of anything. I feel Los Angeles knows this better than San Diegans and Mexico people (Tijuana as well as Mexico City gang members). At some point, a human being is too used up, too soft, too disabled, too disconnected to get things done for good friends and strangers. I’m more retired than I planned on. Others knew me better than I knew myself. I am grateful people did have a plan for me to be done and just at home.

A long time ago I was told that if I can’t speak Mexican, I won’t be allowed to be a public speaker. I never did pick up the Spanish/Mexican language or any others than English. Appears this is what people chose. It means I cannot step up ever again in front of a large group of people even in my own country and just speak my mind about the topic of the day. If that was my gift in my youth to speak to people… it is something very retired about me. I have not been a noted speaker in public places a very long time. I’ve been very dead to this activity. Bigger people have had the platforms, panels, head of table, the floor, the attention. I do not have it at all. Honestly, I’ve even been upstaged at fast food places! –Gang members have walked in and simply spoken louder and more than I did, stood closer to the counter, and stood prouder. I don’t mind they do. I have noticed this phenomenon. Sometimes they walked faster than me into a store and demanded the attention of employees so much I ended up walking out again…not just for fast food.

I’m okay being retired. I honestly didn’t understand what people wanted all these decades. Mostly I’ve just been me and not looking for opportunities to speak out or look important. Sometimes I just wanted to look good for my own spirit and self image, not to impress others. I must say it again that I am NOT TRYING TO COMPETE WITH ANYONE. Please don’t think I am. I’m mostly a home body who is unaware of what others truly think.

Hello Stranger

Wish everyone to know, it may have been planned that I not know too many people overall in my life. I humbly apologize again if I am not certain who you are and you have known me a long time. We may have gotten through some tough times together and given each other mutual assistance when together or far apart. There have been all kinds of gang and gang member conflicts and I never had full information on them all. Looks like even more than one country was claiming things with me and others, and very possible they sponsored some things we were involved in. Same goes for companies within and outside the United States of America where I reside.

If you are reading this and have known me since my first years of life, I want to bless you for putting up with me and what I had to go through! I may have challenged and taunted others while young, not thinking how stuck I’d be for life nor what was really going on. It may have been in my mind there would be more conversations and opportunities to make broader adjustments.

Grateful to so many who may have had to “step in” and fix things for me and others. You apparently were given enough power and clout to do it. I may or may not have been on your team. Appears I was on a big team that included many gangs and companies. Very early on it occurred to me just to participate well whenever and where ever I was included. It wasn’t always clear what people needed and wanted of me. Also sometimes more than one gang was present and I looked caught between them. I was often mislabeled, even intentionally not recognized. Expectations of me have been all over the map! For instance: Was I standing in for a nice or grumpy person, someone who is smart or stupid intentionally or was I present, in person as my self and did people know what it meant?

I look like a stranger and friend to many. Not certain I can change this. Probably not. I can hope we can all get along politely now since it will only be socializing, not work related if I see you, any of you. Retired from so many things and people I may never see again. Did you know it was DISNEY management level people(or someone paid them to) who asked me to take retirement age at 50 decades ago? Likely because whatever deal people gave me in life could not be changed to accommodate me as a real elder, senior aged person. I was kept a “baby” to gangsters and mafia. Not a good thing for workplaces so I’ve had to stay out of them mostly. Any big person clout I had was based on a permission system by the people in control and was very situational and temporary. Never had a list of who is who. Ended up just trying to be a politician-minded person and do what I could for whatever I was given.

Was I your weakest link? Someone people mostly did not know, only brought around on rare occasions? Very possible. And why I was not allowed to get to know many who I visited. May have mostly been given migrant workers and employees of companies instead of the actual management people because my visits were so short. Jumped in, did what was needed and was gone again. I’ve crossed paths with management/leadership people at times however there just wasn’t much to say. I was staying small, not social climbing.

Broken pencils and broken metal. This is how this goes: a broken pencil is like a broken connection between people or peoples. Broken metal, in my own description is a connection so badly used it began as a sturdy force and bent over and over that it broke because the metal weakened. It could have held if supported and cared for, instead it was overloaded and ruined.

Connected by vapor. That’s just a very weak connection that if not rekindled, reminded and enforced will disappear. It could also be a very fake connection. Also means there is NO WRITTEN CONTRACT, meaning NOT LEGALLY ENFORCEABLE. I currently have no contracts with anyone.

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.

Retired Like a Hobbit?

The thing about Hobbits(and other creatures)… is that once they’ve done all their adventures and are too “spent”… they have to sit at home with the village and just do small things. The new adventures are for younger people and they have to experience them for themselves! Sitting around hearing old stories is not adventuring and trying out things in the world.

Woohoo! I am back in a village again myself. Have been a while.

the ‘WIND’

Is pressing me night and day
Does it think it play?

To ask me for money
Without honey
It’s not funny.

Strangers want it all.
From me.

I’m tired
And retired,
Force-ably.

No, don’t work.
Tell US everything,
And we’ll charge you,
For us to do it.
Force-ably.

the ‘wind’ is bothering me DAILY and NIGHTLY. And it is RELATED to me spending money on strangers and/or creating for a city that DOES NOT WANT ME INVOLVED. I have a feeling, these are not the contacts who knew me from the 1970s… or there is something I don’t know that is going on.

Humans that Bridge Gaps

Railway Viaduct, Newport, Co. Mayo, Ireland was once a railway carrying steam trains, now is just a pedestrian bridge.

People in general are like bridges, also known as personal and professional connections. Myself and others that I know do feel like a bridge(s) and were controversial in that some wanted us, some needed us… some knew are connections were built very incorrectly and used badly too. Some helped me be a bridge some tried to “blow me up”.

Now I personally am authentically old(or well used, even with repairs along the way) and others need to take my place. You can’t mrdr me though, I am a human being who is simply RETIRED.. FULLY RETIRED NOW.

The analogy is… the “pieces of land” this bridge connected are eroded. This is not a “good place” to keep using or crossing upon. “Just go upstream or downstream a few miles and build a new bridge”.

Human retirees are like old retired bridges. Maybe originally they held up vehicles and many workers crossed them in a day… in their older ages birds land on them, grass and mosses too. A random sheep or dog and trail walkers cross. People even stand on them to enjoy the views or write poetry and paint pictures.

Old bridges stay around if they were useful and help newer people appreciate history. They may be made of good stones, or were built by a community that kept it working for generations. Old humans are like this too.

Lost and Found Bridges

I discovered early in life, some bridges that people crossed had different names to different people and the actual bridge may not have had a name for itself! Do you know how much trouble this would cause if people got the wrong directions and wrong names???

The message here is not every human being is YOUR BRIDGE to others, but they may be important to people you know. Big and small, short and tall, old and new, with or without a name.

Clever Elf (this one) is Retired from Hollywood’s Workshop

What did I just retire from this year?

Helping create projects and products for people to work on. That’s the best way to explain it. To big people, I probably just looked like a small clever elf who had some ideas they used. They want me done so they can chat with other “elves” and “helpers” now. So I’m exiting the “Hollywood workshop”.

It isn’t clear to me who made me a “clever elf” for Hollywood/Bollywood people. It does appear I stayed an “artist child” who visited and was not employed, didn’t have a career with the entertainment capital of the U.S. (not sure if it is world or not now).

I can’t be an “ideation expert” for others. I wasn’t actually hired for it, just used. I was used as a stand in for others too I guess. I am done now though.

There are probably women too, many of them! I personally am not needed. Others have taken my place in person most of the time anyway. Best wishes to you all!