Category Archives: Personal

“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose”

I wrote this on Mother’s Day  2017 after reading a blogpost about some women and children from the FLDS  polygamous group being evicted for not paying their taxes.  (I don’t know the details of their story, but I do know what it is like to enjoy the illusions of a security that is not mine, have a home ripped away, and then be homeless.)  I was NOT going to post my story because the last thing I need right now are more problems: Will my new employer see this blogpost and think I am a whistle-blower or problem-maker?  Will my manager decide not to renew my lease this summer because of a curl right in the middle of my forehead that swings to the left?  It doesn’t matter.  I have decided that I cannot let fear rule me.  More important than losing my home, is losing my voice. 

At this time, I will not include the business name. However, I will upload documentation from this time period in hopes of helping others take a stand to end discrimination and abuse.  Use Yelp, social media, a blog, go to small claims, or do whatever you have to in order to equal the playing field.  We don’t have to put up with bullies. 

My teenage daughter called me after work saying she could not stop the chirping fire alarm, and that she and Paige, our partially deaf cocker-spaniel, were going crazy with the constant high-pitched chirp.  It was getting in the way of her homework.

I arrived home after buying a new 9-volt battery.  After slipping the battery in, the insidious chirp continued; syncing the other fire alarms in the apartment did not relieve the noise.  I finagled with the fire alarm for a while deciding to walk away rather than smacking it with a broom handle, or pulling the entire system down, stucco and all.  

It was after office hours, so I decided to call the emergency number provided on ————- website.  I knew it wasn’t the usual emergency; a fire or flood, which seldom, if ever, had occurred in the apartments. A chirp later, I decided that the torture of not getting sleep because of the noise might create an emergency.  I remembered that I had been given a business card, and the maintenance man had put his phone number on the back of it.

“Why else would he live on the property and give people his number, unless it was to help residents,” I thought. “Certainly, he would not want us to have a chirping fire alarm.”     

I received no response from either phone call, which in the corporate world means: “You don’t matter.”

Only a few weeks earlier we had been threatened with an eviction.  Five months before that another eviction notice.  I was walking on a tight rope, and didn’t want to trip myself up, or give my manager a reason to trip me out of a home.  Two more years and my daughter would be an adult, and could find a roommate.  Then I could leave.

It wasn’t the noisy fire alarm that was pushing me over the edge, it was everything leading up to the fire alarm, and my body jumping every thirty seconds, as if a gavel was coming down.  The fire alarm represented being pushed out of our home like vermin, or an unwanted criminal being driven out of his hiding place.  I wasn’t either of those.  

“This time I will not be so nice!” I said to myself.

I looked up ———- Management company to find out if there were any other self-help remedies online.  I read the Yelp comments.  I was tempted to write one, but considered the fall out since I was still a tenant.  

On the other hand.

“A complaint on Yelp is not good enough — this deserves a viral video with the fire alarm beeping in the background while I talk,” I said to myself.  So, I pulled out my phone and began videoing a complaint.  

As I looked over the video, years of aging had carved creases and lines into my forehead, my eyes were now sunken, and my once full-eye brows were sparse and crooked.  “God, I look ugly,” I said to myself.  I had lost the glow of my youth.  “No one wants to hear an aging woman rant about a first world problem, especially when she is still dependent on low-income housing,” I thought, as I imagined others scolding me, “It’s better to have a beeping roof over your head than no roof at all.”

As I looked further online, within minutes, I learned how to disconnect the fire alarm without much effort.  

The day after the chirping incident, as I was driving to work there were two contrasting images that appeared.  I remembered, as a child, my mother telling me the story of a little girl with a curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very-very good, but when she was bad she was horrid.  I looked in the front view mirror at the crease between my brows wondering if that was a curl of indignance, an incorrigible woman.  Or, if my passive-aggressive emotions was me at my wits ends; continuing to place myself in a dependent role where those in authority could try and break me.     

Before the freeway, I turned towards my right, and along the grassy hidden trail next to the lake it appeared to be a wild horse running. As I looked closer, it was a cyclist wearing a brownish-colored shirt, unusual for a cyclist; his back laid flat to the pavement; he was so fast and swift.  I came home that evening and took a bike ride around the lake. This time, I didn’t care about the rusty chain and it’s loud clickety-clack.

 

 

Warning: Keeping My Portals Shut

I remember as a child singing a beloved Christmas song, the lyrics went something like this: “Open ye portals, I pray for the love of heaven, open ye doors for a poor woman waits outside…”

The song was about the birth of Christ. As a child, I loved hearing this song.  Afterwards we would take turns with relatives reenacting the first Christmas hoping to play the part of Mary and Joseph.  Then, we’d listen to early Mormon stories about pioneer ancestors.  I never imagined that some day I would be pioneering a new way for my children to view mortality.

Although I don’t know the title of this song, it still comes to mind because of the story behind it.  Motherhood, mother’s helpmeet, the portal of life; a symbol of love and salvation (“preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss”).  Life is meaningful.

 

 

 

 

 

Today the miracle and innocence of a naked baby contrasted with a trail of religions and temples

I do not know if there is a portal to heaven, or if there is a god who hears my prayers. Even if there was, I imagine that my prayers are unnecessary because God knows everything about me including what is best for me before I pray.  As a mother whose children often pleaded for something they wanted, I doubt God wants to hear another pestering prayer.  It just doesn’t make sense to me. Worse is the thought of deserving children whose prayers are not answered. My prayer would be that God answers their prayers first.

I am more than happy to let go of a real or made-up portal to heaven.

Life should be esteemed as sacred as a portal to heaven

This year, I am going to take more control over the time and energy I exert, and the time and energy used by those objects or individuals trying to side-track me, and make their way into my life.

This blogpost is about controlling what or who I allow to enter my portal.  I define portal as a doorway into my personal space, which space should be considered my heaven on earth. My peace and happiness.  I may not be able to control certain aspects of my life, but I can take more control over intruders, and potential intruders.

Recent intruders have been trying to finagle their way into my personal space through open portals.

I Do Not Know Why I am being Routed Through Utah

I recently noticed my computer was acting odd.  I accessed a program that showed each DNS address coming from SLC, Utah, to my IP address. The number of queries coming from Utah were 972, 1032, 836, 1013 782, 925.

This means that someone from Utah may be trying to gain access into my information. I have security set up, yet it will never be enough for a good hacker.

If a computer is not protected an unscrupulous person from anywhere can turn on a camera or microphone without the victim’s knowledge, besides gathering all their personal files, including passwords (e.g. Putin’s cyber-army).

There is no reason that I know of that my DNS is being routed to Salt Lake City, instead of Fresno (where it should be coming from).

I have double checked my computer portals for security.

Fake Anonymous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fake Anonymous needs me

Last night I decided to shut all portals to anyone contacting me about my ex-spiritual polygamist husband CMN, unless there is (what I believe) a legitimate reason.  Not a legitimate excuse.

I received another e-mail this morning.

Due to my former experiences helping victims of polygamy-abuse, I do want to extend myself to others who may need assistance.  If you need help, please contact me privately.

Here are a few suggestions:

  • If you are suicidal contact a confidential suicide hotline. You can also message me on Facebook. I may be able to connect you to specialized services.
  • If you are being threatened, bullied, intimidated, isolated, or exploited get help from a domestic abuse hotline.
  • If your Messenger tries to play the divide and conquer game “Us” against “You” – get help. This is a common strategy used by an abuser.  Find help “outside” his support group.  Contact a victim’s advocate.
  • If he has publicly or privately humiliated or shamed you, in any way, it is a form of abuse.
  • If he uses fear tactics such as making you feel guilty for going along with something illegal or unethical he has done, or lured you into, do not let him make you feel guilty through association. It is a way to pull you in closer, or test your loyalty. Get out it will only get worse.
  • If he uses anything in your past, anything you have done to intimidate you, or if he spreads rumors or falsehoods about you it means he is angry and losing control. Do not be intimidated.  Get help immediately. Do not be sucked into his vortex.
  • If you have been a witness to illegal activities report it to law enforcement.  Ask for a victim’s advocate.
  • If you have seen your messenger do any of these things to others in the group take note, it is a sign of his true character. You are empowering him and supporting abuse.
  • Prepare for your escape and protection by getting help.

(The above may or may not apply).

I believe in freedom of religion. I do not believe in freedom to abuse others.  Deception and fraud are not protected under “religious freedom”.

I was a victim of CMN – so I am speaking from personal experience.  (I am familiar with many of the tactics above).

I do not believe CMN is a “Messenger” any more than I am, nor do I believe that the Humanity Party is the answer to solve our world’s poverty problems.  I will explain more in later posts about what I believe could be one of the answers to poverty.

I certainly hope no one would take someone like CMN seriously.  A leader? A humanitarian? Feed the hungry and take care of the orphans? CMN still owes back child-support to me.  He has never made amends.

I will open my portal for those individuals who message me on my Facebook, or Vickie’s Grin who need help.  I have already received anonymous messages, and will help whenever possible. Otherwise, I am closing my portal to those who are harassing me.

If you are a believer and happy, this message is not intended for you.

Coach Tricia      

“Tricia, Tricia, Tricia –

Do you really need to keep texting me to join your new fit challenge?  Besides the recent e-mails, I received two texts in one week. I was the woman who joined your fitness challenge last year and then quit before the challenge ended. Besides being a terrible challenger, I would have NEVER thrown money into the pot for your top weight losers had I known you would constantly be promoting Herbalife after joining.

Chanting for a Herbalife chaser is hitting rock bottom.  The only positive was my sister winning a pot of money without buying your Herbalife.  Please be more honest.

I am shutting my fitness portal to Coach Tricia, and all other promoters, by blocking unwanted numbers and email addresses.

Mormon Missionaries

This Christmas season while I was at work, the Mormon missionaries came to our door while I was gone.  Unbeknownst to me, they were invited back and shared a movie with my daughter.  The sisters also invited my daughter to a live nativity with a reminder: “World-wide day of service is December 1st”.

I would not have minded my daughter getting some education about, or from, the LDS Church with my knowledge.

I have shut that portal.

Billboards and False Advertising 

When I drive home from work I pass one of those “Come visit Moab” billboards.  I pass both the Moab billboard and the Scientology billboards.  Several billboards.

The reason why the Moab sign negatively affects me is because of unresolved issues when I was living in Utah, including Moab where I was groomed for polygamy. The geographical beauty doesn’t take those memories away.  It is my former connection with cults, and knowing that innocent people in Utah are being deceived by the appearance of something that looks wholesome and inviting, and yet, is harmful.

The billboard and signs on buses advertising Utah symbolize the machination of something attractive on the outside and rotten in the inside.

Recently one of my nieces was being sneakily recruited by her own boss into Scientology. She had no idea the professional business was also a lure until after being invited to Florida (Scientology headquarters). The communication teaching, and Scientology photographs posted on the wall is easy to miss when you aren’t looking. Luckily my darling niece figured it out.

I wasn’t so lucky before being recruited into Mormon Fundamentalism.

Since it is an impossibility to control pesky signs, and because I want others to have their freedom of speech, I am closing the portal to these uncomfortable messages.  Instead I stick in a CD to the musical “La La Land” and lala those billboards away.

I am now attracted to “cities of light”.

Intruders

This blogpost was intended to give examples of some recent intruders, something my daughter would say – “first world problems, Mom.”  Partly as a written and visual reminder to myself.

There are many more important problems in the world than learning time management and how to control my day. Unfortunately, without religion, and someone leading me this is my life – learning to take accountability and control of my day.

Fortunately, I got this handled!

Intruders are not only people they are material items, emails, paperwork, phone calls, re-runs on television, too many of the same cute animal videos, and other distractions. THINGS that often do not give back. They are not only intruders they are feeders who suck the life and energy out of me.

I am shutting my portal to these costly interferences and creating a situation where I am naturally drawn towards something of value, instead of something less valuable.

It really does take a plan

Religion and religious leaders have used similar strategies to control people.  The problem is that the religion dictates the plan of action instead of the individual. If a person doesn’t fit into the mold of that religion or dictator, it is harmful to stay.

This reasoning, each person being unique and not always able to fit into a pre-prescribed role, is why I know the Mormon Church is false.  For example, should a woman who suffers from mental health issues be forced to give her husband more wives and told she will be destroyed if she doesn’t live polygamy? Of course not.

My great-grandmother, raised in the Mormon Church, immensely faithful and active to her religion and husband, nearly died with her four children. The pressures were too much.  As I read through old letters, not only did she suffer from anxiety, she was a perfectionist.  I am so glad someone helped her and her children off a railroad track that ominous day.  Although she spent the rest of her life in a mental hospital in Provo, Utah the baby she held in arms that day, my Grandmother, was loved and well-cared for by relatives.

“Hey, Mormon God, how does that scenario fit into you plan of salvation?”

Could my great-grandmother have stood the test of polygamy, if she was Emma Smith?

Closing portal.

Working on my plan

Some people believe this life is destiny; foreordination or predestination or the perfect formula of what was and will be.  I believe this life is about choices, and the more educated we become the better our choices.  Better choices and action can lead a person to a healthier life.

I have been shutting the portals lately in my life, trying to prioritize.  For the next few days I am going to be working on an individual and family mission statement, and the portals I want to open.

 

 

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