Illuminati and Swiss Cheese Brains

     It's important to understand the way the brain works. Where is your swiss cheese?

    Some people cannot recall context or episodic memory. They don't recall the order of events. Their memories are like puzzle pieces shoved together despite the fact they don't match physically or by color.

Timelines, who, what, every bit of context, all of that is out of order.

    You can never remember that which you do not perceive. If someone does not perceive context they will never recall context.

    30 years ago I came home and told my husband about my crazy coworker who believed in some secret organization called the "Illuminati". We had one conversation.  I thought it was all crazy, that the man was crazy.

    Ever since then, my former husband tells people that I believe in conspiracy theories, the Illuminati.  That's just the way his mind works.

    Yes, I love the X-Files. Its entertainment.  I understand the difference between entertainment and reality. For someone to say that because I love X-Files means I believe in alien-human replicants is nuts. 

    It's been 30 years since one single conversation where I spoke of a crazy coworker, and I am still labeled as someone who believes in the "Illuminati".

    This is a disability and should be understood as such. But if the person does not understand the weaknesses of their mind, and covers it up, they become a hazard.

    I have weaknesses in my abilities, I used to stutter, and my semantic memory is the first to go under stress. What that means is I sometimes struggle to find the words to express myself. Learning languages is a brick wall for me. It's important to recognize our personal Swiss cheese and find the tools to manage them. Language is my Swiss cheese. What is your Swiss Cheese?

    

Precocious Puberty and Hormone therapy creams.

Sadly I knew about the dangers of hormone therapy creams back in 2006-2010. I warned one of my best friends as I noted her male dachshund looked like he had an active litter of pups due to her personal use of estrogen cream. I warned her that these creams affect those around them.

I had no idea men used testosterone creams and that my children were possibly exposed to them. My children were not exposed in my home, as no adults in my home used any. I'm just not that stupid.

What terrible side affects to children, grandchildren, and any child exposed to adults using hormone creams face?

A 7 year old girl may suddenly and fully develop. When young girls experience puberty, they finish growing taller and may have additional reproductive problems.

An older more developed female child may have extreme and possible painful uterine problems leading to extensive medical interventions, and/or emotional problems.

Young males can develop early.

Already developed young males may experience extreme and disabling mood swings.

Hormone creams can wreak havoc in a family. 

It even more terrible when you have no idea what is happening or why. When you think maybe you are doing something wrong, that you're just a bad parent as your children fall into physical and emotional chaos.

Because you don't know about the creams used and your children's exposure, your doctors may sit you down and tell you your child likely has a brain tumor in the hypothalamus.

Doctors may prescribe what should have been unnecessary therapy drugs leading to dangerous side effects such as heart rhythm problems that can put your child in threat of sudden heart arrhythmia. 

I knew that hormone creams were dangerous so I warned my friend about the impact of these creams on her dog 14 years ago.

I was so close to knowing, and yet I was clueless.

To protect your children, please refrain from using these creams and make sure that all adults in your children's lives do not use them around your children. 

As adults who have already had children, we should be willing to endure the challenges of growing older without threatening the reproductive futures of our children and grandchildren.

My Calling is More than a DPR

As I've come to know God's purpose for me in life, it is great and I am often stunned and amazed. 

I want to work to save the world, heal families, heal the earth, accomplish Peace In our Time, end global hunger.

You know what, I've been given the opportunity to learn just how to do all these things. The big picture has always been my drive.

After years of research, I was on a call with the the head of a non-US National Space Agency last week.  "Get the material together and I can get it to our President." he said, as in the President of their nation. Yeah I have a plan to green the harshest of Earth's deserts. Its not as hard as it seems, as many are already doing it. I just takes the right work. They just need a custom plan.

I've had science professors across the world ask to use my materials in Universities. I don't even have a bachelors degree yet. I'm not even getting my degree in the field the work I've done is in. I will by the end of the year. 

The material requested is non-fatalistic climate management material. Super cool shift in the whole climate management conversation. I found out a Navy Admiral was sharing my work!

And the father of my children tried to reduce me to just a DPR. A Decorative P**** Receptacle. It's all he really wanted and all he really got in the end.

When he came home at night and I asked to share my ideas with him after listening to him for an hour, "No." he would answer and go to sleep. He had no interest in me as a human being. He had no concern for my welfare and showed disregard for our children.

I'll never forget when our youngest was only two weeks old. It was 2am and I had not slept yet, how he demanded I appease him. When his appeasement was completed, he lectured me that "I should not have to put up with a wife that complains about physical pain or feeling degraded during sex." Then he lectured me on my body, and grabbed each part of my body and said what he wanted it to be shaped like. I cried silently in the dark that night, wholly shamed and degraded.

"A body like Jamie Lee Curtis and a but like Jennifer Lopez."

When he was finished, our youngest baby woke, I went and cared for her, then finally climbed back into bed to sleep.

Whenever I was pregnant, he always showed more concern that I remain in a perfect desirable shape for him than for the welfare of our children.

A month later when she was in the emergency room unable to breath, the doctors swarmed to care for her and stabilize her breathing as she has RSV he called and demanded, "You need to come home and watch the kids so I can make my 9 o'clock to China!" "I need to stay and care for her and nurse her." Trying to explain my worth as a mother to our child. "You are just food to her! The nurses can take care of her."

I had to make arrangements from the hospital for the care of our children. I didn't have a cell phone and the hospital only made local calls, so I had to play a telephone game a to make all the arrangements.

During our stay in the hospital I began the grasp the horror of what he had become, and that I had to do everything to protect me and the children. His horrific disregard for his own child, that can only come from someone who's corruption is complete.

What an unbelievable pig. How sickened God must have been, that I thought I should submit to such irrational disgusting behavior.

God always knew how amazing I am.

I wanted to be a good mom, a good wife, and raise a beautiful family, to provide a wonderful loving home for the children who chose us as parents, and my husband looked down on me for that. He mocked me for it. He mocked me for my fidelity in private then told others I was unfaithful. I had no clue what he was telling others to justify his cruelty. 

During my last childbirth I had a vision, a great and powerful vision. I saw all the women of the earth that were praying like me for deliverance. I felt their soul, I felt their suffering, I saw them, I knew them.  It overwhelmed me. 

The sad part is God answered my prayers with kindness and wrath when I asked, and I always thought it was because those I prayed for. The very idea that I as a daughter of God was worthy and worth enough for my prayers to be answered was beyond my comprehension.

Over the years I've continually looked for the ways and means for God to help all of us, and what we can do. 

We can do so much to heal. Understanding our worth and our potential is the beginning.

I am more than a DPR, I am a Beloved Daughter of God endowed with love, purpose, capacity, intelligence and divine knowledge for good.

Don't listen to anyone who tries to reduce you to below them.