It ain’t gonna happen. There are too many people who care about me, and they can be trusted. The mode of operandi of the Nazi cult I expose seems to be to create homelessness before silencing an exposure threat. The other day I spoke with a homeless man on the bus. I told him I might be joining him soon. He didn’t seem to think so. “I’m sure you have family or friends who would never allow it,” he said. He told me that he makes almost $100.00 a month on the YouTube channel he created. That helps pay for his food.
That same day I saw my doctor. When I suggested the possibility of homelessness in my future she said, “(My sister’s name goes here) would never allow it.” Both the homeless gentleman and my doctor are right, of course. It finally sunk in.
I can never be homeless. It would never be believable. I have said it myself on many occasions. I have a few advantages over a survivor born into this mess. I was talking about the fact that I am not a programmed multiple. I do not have a suicidal altar. I do not come with a self-destruct. Apparently I have another advantage over a few survivors. I have family and friends who can be trusted, therefore homelessness is not a possibility for me, anytime soon. There are too many who care about me to ever allow homelessness in my case.
I can’t decide if this is a blessing or a cures. It’s a bit like being Prometheus. I can’t die but I can have my heart ripped out of my chest each day. I would gladly live the life of a homeless throw away if it would help expose those who impose such a way of life, but I suspect I would need to help them out and fake such a tragedy. It’s not really that easy to keep a survivor down. I would guess that among the survivors I know, about five percent are homeless, and of those who are, their greatest inner battle is whether to return home to family members they know are cult involved. Most survivors I know however, are like me, supported by loved ones who became a support system after they left their family and friends.
My roommate –land lord has become a good friend. She does not want to take me on as a dependent however. My sister is already at risk of being targeted herself. I have no intention of becoming a burden on those who love me if it’s not necessary. It’s not necessary.
Here’s my plan. I have managed to cover housing expenses for June. A barter worked for now, but I can’t keep it up indefinitely. While I have this safety net in place for June, I will exploit the homeless life; try it on for size. I will arrange for something better for July, and market my book and bring awareness to the public on the streets with my public awareness pan handling sign. I will be pan handling for those survivors on the streets, who are less fortunate than I am, for now. I will be pan handling for those survivors without a safe place, who are living at high risk, on the streets.
I have envisioned a nonprofit meant to create safety zones for survivors. Perhaps now is the time to start. I may stand alone at first. I have over 1,000 likes on my save Me, I’m Yours page, but not much communication. It is a stand-up and be counted page, a way of taking roll of those willing to join the fight against this evil, but it seems to be a page where people click the like button and call it good. I have not sold 1,000 books. This cause will need more than a few likes. I will stand on the street pan handling for the benefit of those survivor on the streets. The homeless gentleman’s idea of creating a YouTube channel is not a bad one. Help me, help other survivors.
Holding my sign on the lawn of the Capital seems a good location to start. I think they call it lobbying. It’s a much more politically correct label than pan handler, or bum. Then again, as my roommate-land lord says, “It’s okay to be politically incorrect in this house.” She’s quite liberal too, but we know the difference between acknowledging our politically incorrect loved ones and tendencies, and being politically incorrect. Here is to acknowledging those politically incorrect, and spat on, survivors in the streets. They are not bums. They have much in common with other war veterans who are on the streets.
That same day I saw my doctor. When I suggested the possibility of homelessness in my future she said, “(My sister’s name goes here) would never allow it.” Both the homeless gentleman and my doctor are right, of course. It finally sunk in.
I can never be homeless. It would never be believable. I have said it myself on many occasions. I have a few advantages over a survivor born into this mess. I was talking about the fact that I am not a programmed multiple. I do not have a suicidal altar. I do not come with a self-destruct. Apparently I have another advantage over a few survivors. I have family and friends who can be trusted, therefore homelessness is not a possibility for me, anytime soon. There are too many who care about me to ever allow homelessness in my case.
I can’t decide if this is a blessing or a cures. It’s a bit like being Prometheus. I can’t die but I can have my heart ripped out of my chest each day. I would gladly live the life of a homeless throw away if it would help expose those who impose such a way of life, but I suspect I would need to help them out and fake such a tragedy. It’s not really that easy to keep a survivor down. I would guess that among the survivors I know, about five percent are homeless, and of those who are, their greatest inner battle is whether to return home to family members they know are cult involved. Most survivors I know however, are like me, supported by loved ones who became a support system after they left their family and friends.
My roommate –land lord has become a good friend. She does not want to take me on as a dependent however. My sister is already at risk of being targeted herself. I have no intention of becoming a burden on those who love me if it’s not necessary. It’s not necessary.
Here’s my plan. I have managed to cover housing expenses for June. A barter worked for now, but I can’t keep it up indefinitely. While I have this safety net in place for June, I will exploit the homeless life; try it on for size. I will arrange for something better for July, and market my book and bring awareness to the public on the streets with my public awareness pan handling sign. I will be pan handling for those survivors on the streets, who are less fortunate than I am, for now. I will be pan handling for those survivors without a safe place, who are living at high risk, on the streets.
I have envisioned a nonprofit meant to create safety zones for survivors. Perhaps now is the time to start. I may stand alone at first. I have over 1,000 likes on my save Me, I’m Yours page, but not much communication. It is a stand-up and be counted page, a way of taking roll of those willing to join the fight against this evil, but it seems to be a page where people click the like button and call it good. I have not sold 1,000 books. This cause will need more than a few likes. I will stand on the street pan handling for the benefit of those survivor on the streets. The homeless gentleman’s idea of creating a YouTube channel is not a bad one. Help me, help other survivors.
Holding my sign on the lawn of the Capital seems a good location to start. I think they call it lobbying. It’s a much more politically correct label than pan handler, or bum. Then again, as my roommate-land lord says, “It’s okay to be politically incorrect in this house.” She’s quite liberal too, but we know the difference between acknowledging our politically incorrect loved ones and tendencies, and being politically incorrect. Here is to acknowledging those politically incorrect, and spat on, survivors in the streets. They are not bums. They have much in common with other war veterans who are on the streets.
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