My 56th Birthday !!!

As of today, all my household stuff will be in storage, and I will be at The Townhouse Motel, which allows Lucy, has great security, and clean rooms, at the best price.  Cost per week, $364.00. Hoping to find a place by the first. Praying actually. All my Etsy shop stuff goes with me, wifi, so I'll continue to run the shop. I just did inventory & reorganized so that will help.  

Dr Burzynski movie: This Doctor has Cured even Brain Cancer

Dr Burzynski movie (Full Version) .flv With Extra Burzynski Links

Cured: A Cannabis Story - you have to see this

Cured: A Cannabis Story (A film by David Triplett) 
Marijuana: A Chronic History  

Run From The Cure

Run From The Cure

I wish I had known about hemp oil for Brad. I'm in the middle of redesigning my protocol, and am going to start using hemp oil as soon as I get a legal prescription and find the best source to buy it from.  I'm also adding Essiac tea, and MSM.  Gentle Qigong daily, and a few other things. (I'll add them to this page later)

I'm not using the rife machine specifically for cancer treatment anymore. I think it's tricky to "guess" which frequencies to use, and if the wrong one is used, it tends to aggravate the cancer or cause it to worsen. Not a good option for a person who's self-treating, too much guess work and too much specific knowledge required. I am impressed with how well it kills parasites though, and  I think it's great for other uses as well. But it's complicated to use for cancer treatment. I don't recommend it.

I'm starting to have sporadic pain now, mostly at night unfortunately. It's bad enough to keep me awake. I usually get up and smoke some medicinal organic humboldt herb, and put an ice pack on. That usually works. It's true that marijuana is a good painkiller. I'll be glad to use the extract instead.

I should've went to church today so I could pray (ha ha just kidding) that the next rental has an actual useable bathtub. I use the tub for therapeutic baths, makes a major difference. (Dear Lord, let me have a damn bathtub, you can keep the Mercedes Benz !! )

Two or three years ago,  I asked my chinese medicine doctor, Well, what do you think? Do you think I'm going to live? His answer was, Well, you haven't made up your mind yet. I thought about that for a long time and I knew he was right. After Brad died, I stopped embracing life, stopped making plans for a future, stopped everything except for what I had to do to survive. If I had a passion it was to do whatever I could to ensure the crooks who stole from us would have a better chance of getting caught. The research I did was tiring but it was also engaging.. It was like putting together a big puzzle about all these things I didn't know about my husband's life. It was also interesting to get an inside look on the mortgage fraud party going on in America.  But, it didn't make me want to live.

I used to make a joke, saying, "These fools sure didn't do their research well. They just really pissed off a Christensen, how stupid is that? Any member of this clan WILL live just to hunt you down." I am after all my father's daughter. He was never intimidated. He was in fact, the epitome of a teamster union truck driver from the 70's. and all that implies.. Larger than life. He taught his children to stand up, to be the difference.

 I understood that aspect of myself in connection to my father much more distinctly after a psychotherapist I knew counseled me briefly. He didn't charge me an hourly rate, but gave me counsel from his heart, which of course is the best and most direct kind. (Thanks Paul. I'll always remember you. You helped me open that door.)

But I'm a lot smaller than my Dad was, and sometimes I make people mad. So I've decided that when this cancer business is primarily over I'm going to get serious about learning better self-defense, maybe even some offense.

California Civil Code Section 789.3

The water service was unexpectedly turned off today, so I called the City of Eureka water service to have it turned back on. The bill is not overdue since I paid it recently through my daughter who had the service in her name while we lived here.. However, the city water clerk informed me that the land lord had already contacted her "regarding this situation", and had instructed her NOT to allow me to have the water turned back on. This would appear to be in direct violation of California Civil Code Section 789.3

The real reason this Land Lord is harassing me is because I insisted she repair the electrical failures and house heater, and, because she does not approve of the color of my son's skin. There, I said it. She is out of her mind incensed over the dark-skinned son factor. I'm starting to wonder if I'll wake up to burning crosses on the front lawn next. There are some things in this life that have to be seen to be believed. Yes, there are still pale-skinned people in America who will have a complete meltdown at the thought of a dark-skinned person anywhere in their environment. They claim they have justifiable reasons for their hatred and paranoia. It's all horseshit of course. They just like to swing their weight around and be "above" someone. Unfortunately those who belong to 'the club of constant horseshit', are also infatuated with creating drama. That's why I wonder what to expect next. It's been made very clear to me by the land lord herself that her intent is to punish or hurt me for having the audacity to stand up to her. According to her, I have no rights.

is this where things are headed for those with no power .. No rights?

A while back I became fascinated by the history of Nazi Germany. How did non-Jewish people look the other way while their neighbors were deprived of all human dignity?? Something very similar is taking place in America today. We look the other way, and don't want to be associated with the growing unwashed underclass. What happens to them, will of course not happen, to us, and anyway, they deserve it, after all, isn't that what we believe?

My teamster union Dad used to say " Might equals Right".  Then he'd laugh.  I wish my father were here today, but I've wished that 500 times since Brad died. If my father had been alive, none of this would ever have happened. He would've came to Los Angeles immediately and intervened for Brad and I, not politely. Having very little family is a huge detriment. Now I am ill, and people mostly look right through me.  It doesn't matter what happens to me, and common courtesy is not a requirement either.

Sometimes people ask me if I'm afraid to die, and I think, are you kidding me? What strikes fear in me is the possibility that reincarnation could be true. No I'm not afraid to die, and I'm also not planning on coming back and you can bet on that.

Cancer is in essence the big wake up call. It's saying: you are carrying too much pain and too much grief, it's stored in every cell of your body. You have to release the false self or just plain die, you have to choose one type of death or the other. The false self has to go, and with it, all the stored grief.

In honor of releasing my false self, the one I depended on to stay safe or accepted, I choose to no longer  "keep my mouth shut" ..an advice I've heard repeatedly since childhood. I'm not good at it anyway.

3 am or so:  I'm telling myself, be calm, don't let this get to you, but here I am wide awake and sick to my stomach. I rarely get a virus or other passing illnesses so it's rare that I'm throwing up. But tonight, the first night in my life to be in a house with no running water, I'm throwing up, and thinking oh crap, I'll have to use the premium quality water that's delivered in 3 gallon jugs to flush the damn toilet. What a life. 

I feel under attack, and overwhelmed with the necessity of proving why I don't "deserve" to be thrown out into the street. Innocence until guilt is proven is not automatic with eviction, looks to me like the reverse is true. Simply put, this land lord was not willing to rent to me without my daughter because she knew she would no longer get away with the "my husband will fix it when he gets back" routine. On top of that, I believe she is most likely a racist, which does help to explain her out of control, emotional  behavior. What land lord in their right legal mind would deliberately ensure that a tenant could not get water service when it is clearly an illegal act they are then liable for? Is there an actual reason she couldn't allow me more than 30 days to find a suitable new rental? Well what the heck could that be? 

This property has been taken care of and her rent has been paid on time. I think her ONLY reason is that I stood up to her by insisting she make the repairs, and by telling her that my grown children's family disputes are not her business, and in addition, that she may not walk into the house "anytime she feels like it." She was pissed, pure and simple. The fact that she instructed the city water clerk to deny me service when I tried to transfer it into my name illustrates her intentions loud and clear.

Maybe I'm beginning to understand why there are so many people living in the woods in makeshift shelters. Could it be that they're not willing to spend their last low-hourly-wage dime on renting some slum lords shanty rental facility for a period of 30 days at a time, which might or might not be renewed for another 30 days, on the first of each month??  Holy shit. what a life. Like living in a shanty motel by the railroad tracks. You might be there next month, if you don't piss off the land lord. You might not be, if you do. That's some gun to live under.

There should be no such thing as a "month-to-month" rental, unless it is a vacation house or a motel. Who can live a normal life like that? Ridiculous. And obvious in whose hands it places more power.
There are very few leases offered for rentals in Humboldt County based on what I've seen advertised.. month to month on mostly substandard dwellings. I can understand why they don't want a lease; a lease provides a measure of security and enforces  tenants rights, and that's not desirable to the Land Lords, who want to be able to give you the boot at any time for any reason;  they want the tenant to be under constant duress not to do anything that might piss them off. It's called, the upper hand.

Wednesday:  Finally got the water transferred into my name. The water department says they "have 24 hrs to turn it on" so that's tomorrow, which will be two full days without water service. I told the clerk that if she wants to do the land lord a favor,  they could turn it on today and save her 100.00 for the second day.  (I'm learning about frame of reference, they care about the land lord)  Yesterday the clerk had been adamantly snotty about supporting the wishes of the land lord; that changed after an attorney from the local legal aid called her to advise. After the attorney phone call, I was allowed service. Which proves once again, no attorney, no rights.

I wonder, what it would be like, to live somewhere in which it was normal for the majority of people to voluntarily respect and upheld the community and governmental laws.  (?)  That's not something I've seen in my lifetime so far. What I've seen is that lying, cheating and constant theft is the norm. along with a few other  bad-vibe things, like promiscuity, infidelity, perversion and exploitation. Ya. America is a lot of fun. In great shape.

I'm exhausted. Stress causes acidosis, which causes my left arm to swell dangerously. The swelling and density of the lymph fluid causes fatigue because the lymph fluid has to be pumped through the heart. This water debacle took up two days of my precious time.

I'm not in a very good mood so I'll just go ahead and express here that when the poor, working class and disenfranchised citizens of America rise up and take to the streets burning everything in their path, I'll be at home in front of the TV with some organic popcorn, laughing. (Failing that, I'll be in front of a campfire roasting marshmallows, laughing.)  Either way, there will be a smile on my face. The elites have run this country into the ground. Change is inevitable.

The growing American underclasses need to 'Just Say No' to all those crappy mind-altering prescription drugs they are constantly provided (for free, step right up, it will make you feel better) and really think, think about what the phrase "We The People" actually means, in reality, in our everyday world.

This is OUR country.  This is OUR land. 

Qigong For Cleansing

I've been learning this Qigong routine and am starting to really like it. The movements are very smooth and gentle, and the sequence is not hard to learn.  It can be completed in 10 minutes or less which is ideal if your energy level is low or your pressed for time.

If you watch the Enya Adiemus video on YouTube ..it  shows energy trailing her movements. I think it's a good visual example of how energy moves in Qigong also. 

Being Evicted

..which is a little different than "Being Peace" ha ha. The owner of this house says I broke our rental agreement by allowing my 34 yr old son to visit "for more than one week in a four month period." This was the stated stipulation on the magical 2nd rental agreement that was attached to the summons. Who the heck would agree to that? I sure didn't, and that's why my signature isn't on it.

My son Julian is a master trainer at a local gym, here he is at the park.

and at the beach..

gee, I wonder what it is about him that she doesn't like? Hmm..

Well, things had already gone to hell in a hand basket via her refusal to fix the heater and electrical outlets, and I wasn't happy when I discovered that she had neglected to inform me that these are asbestos walls with lead paint in here, either. (I found out when the cable guy told me) What a winning combination, asbestos and electrical failures. Yikes. I hope to god I can get out of here before this house blows and the neighborhood becomes a hazmat zone.

Now a rabid and probably armed process server has been terrorizing the house for the last three days.  He left a summons tacked to the front door jam Thursday morning, after a lengthy round of shouting and banging. ( I don't open the door to strangers who are acting out of control) Each day these visits get progressively louder and more threatening.

On his Saturday morning visit, he let himself into the house and walked into the living room, shouting "hello, hello, anyone in here'? in between entering the back yard to go into the garage and circle the house, shouting the whole way. His behavior was so loud and aggressive that one of my neighbors came outside and stood on his lawn watching, with a concerned look on his face.  I had just gotten out of the shower and locked my bedroom door when I heard this man in the living room walking across the floor shouting. He came into the house three times while I stood behind that locked door wondering what to do. I didn't call the police after he left and probably should have. But who would care that this process server stormed into my house?  

Ya, sure it's illegal, but he's a process server working for a Land Lord, while I on the other hand, am the renter whose giving the Land Lord a problem.  I'm fairly certain a complaint re home invasion would be completely disregarded. I don't have those rights, apparently because it's not really my home. 

Drama tires me out. I'll have to file a response to the landlords eviction notice by Tuesday.  Thank God it's Humboldt County, the line at the courthouse won't be long. I'm not looking forward to it, but I've never been to the Humboldt county courthouse so maybe it'll be interesting. 

Maybe someday we will only have two Socioeconomic groups, composed of those who own land and those who do not. To be "a renter" in America is to belong to a subclass of people who are generally thought of as underachievers and potential troublemakers. In America, the  term "renter" is closely related to the terms "riffraff " and "squatter".

The Land Lords don't mind taking our hourly-wage money to pay for their property and retirement investments, but they want to make sure we know our place, on a strata somewhere beneath them.  As a matter of fact, many land lords do not feel that their "tenants" (renters/rifraff/current squatters) deserve to enjoy the same quality of life that they themselves enjoy. For example, my bathtub.Think that Mrs. Land Lord has a bathtub like this at HER house?

This tub is unusable for therapeutic baths. Between the peeling paint and the rust, a therapeutic soak is not even remotely possible. There's a horrible shower contraption that circles it, the faucet leaks constantly, and the cold water has to be turned on & off by reaching between the tub and wall to turn the spigot there. We wear shower flip flops when we take a shower, like we're in jail. Awful.

My fourth visit from Mr. Banger-shouter came a few minutes ago.  His volume was substantially reduced today and didn't last as long so that was nice. I got his truck license plate on video this time.

Monday 24th: I went over to the Northern California legal aid to pick up a response packet. They have one attorney on staff there, and she is on vacation. So I will have to file this response myself in the meantime. I don't believe that my rights will be upheld in this situation, but I'll go through the process anyway and figure it will be an educational experience. I believe this is a case of wrongful eviction but I also think that land lords are well supported by the judicial system, and I know that just because the law states such & such, doesn't necessarily mean anything. Unless you have an attorney to enforce your legal rights, might as well not bother quoting the law.

 I've never been evicted and I have to say, it's an unpleasant state of affairs.  Well, I guess it can be added to the three identities, multiple social security numbers, bankruptcy's, credit cards, and mortgages that are on my credit report. what the heck. I've never been arrested for anything, but make no mistake, I might as well be a criminal.

Being poor these days is sort of the same thing, not like a white collar criminal, mind you; they're above the rest of us in their own club, with their own rules and laws, and land. Poor and landless is unacceptable and deserving of contempt, automatically a criminal of some type. The days are gone in which a person could be poor with dignity. You are your financial assets. Which seems weirdly fitting, since corporations are now people.

Now I understand why all these fools in the world are so ruthless they'd do anything to add to their cash pile. Cash is king in this world, without it, no rights of any kind are upheld. What a shame. We are a land of no honor. LandLords, and the Landless; the connected, and the disconnected. No one really cares, and it's going to get worse.

I read lots of the conspiracy theories online and many people think that a man-made virus will be released soon in order to reduce the population. (fema coffins etc) My personal theory is that the very poor will go first. No one will care about them dropping dead, in fact it would make a lot of people more comfortable. Next, medically indigent seniors, the meth-addicted, and the disabled on government programs. Don't believe you'll ever see me lining up for a government surplus box, no thanks.

If I was a drug addict or mentally ill, or had small children, I would automatically qualify for free monthly income from the government and many other services. But a woman with breast cancer automatically qualifies for nothing. Except the free government slice-n-dice, slash, radiate and burn program. All those pink ribbons make me feel disgusted when I see them. What an insult. All that pablum horseshit about how they're supporting women with breast cancer. what a crock.

I'll be ok, because my son is here to help me move. With one good arm to use and a limited supply of energy (my body is already working hard) I couldn't even get my stuff moved into storage without help. Even though I'm over 50 now, I've always been strong and self-sufficient, so this state of affairs is a much different experience. I can't say I'm warming up to it.

My latest psychic reading (a lady on Etsy, she's great) says that I'm at the tail end of this sojourn through hell, and that my finances will dramatically change soon, in such a way as to completely alter my entire physical world. Hopefully that might mean my crook in-laws will get busted soon and Brad's retirement account will fall out with my name on it, along with a few houses and the yahoo stock. One can hope, don't need a license for that. Hey miracles happen every day.

If that be the case, may I never forget what it was like to be on the bottom rung. And may I totally resist the urge to take a nice photo with my middle finger extended and send it to the entire maternal side of my extended family and a few others. heh heh.

Some people wonder if I'm embarrassed to put all this personal information online, or they feel I should be. But that's one of the perks about having a potentially lethal illness, no, I don't care if I embarrass myself or look foolish. All those things pass away. It's sort of freeing when you realize that.