Archive for August, 2009

Vitamin D3 to combat the Swine Flu?

Monday, August 31st, 2009

Who knows?  But, a man nicknamed Henry Deacon by the Project Camelot crew, believes it may be very, very important.  He used to work in Secret Operations programs within the U.S. Government and knows alot more than the average person might know, like it or not.

The fact of the matter is we are supposed to get D3 from the sun.  Unfortunately, all the nonsense polluting the air along with programs such as HAARP and other things of which we may not even be aware are crowding our direct exposure to the beneficial rays of the sun.  Hence, the necessary supplementation of D3 which is one of the proven benefits of sun exposure.  Makes sense to me.

There is so much good that comes from the Sun…so much!  Something akin to the language of light with coding and information is supposed to filter directly down to each of our bodies.  Sadly, all the pollution in between us and this incredible source of information is tainted.  On purpose?  Perhaps?  But, who knows?  All you can do is supplement with the already proven nutrients coming from our beautiful friend in the sky.

BTW, I drive a convertible and used to slather on the sunscreen.  The minute I learned the fear and money making opportunities surrounding sun exposure, I stopped using that crap and never burned since!  Never!  And, I am a light skinned blonde.  The minute I consciously realized only good can come from the sun all those years of burning myself simply evaporated.  Interesting, right?  Barbara Marciniak, author of several books channeled by the Pleiadians, talks about this same phenomenon and believes the sun can be our new best friend, if only we let it.

Me at Foreclosure Court Today

Monday, August 31st, 2009

Yes, little ole me, the Master of Light Chick, has to deal with daily nuisances such as going to foreclosure court.  I spent the entire afternoon there today.

This particular story is rather interesting.  I encountered hardships back in 2006 from which I have since recovered.  I was wealthy prior to these blips, and, God willing, hope to regain my wealth again; but, if not, then so be it..  Nonetheless, the hardships I experienced depleted every last cent of money I had here and abroad and spun my real estate holdings into foreclosure.

The one house over which I went to foreclosure court today is a loan supposedly owned by U.S. Bank and serviced by Select Portfolio Servicing (SPS).  Back in March, I reached a preliminary modification agreement with them and wired in $17,000 to show my good faith.  I was assigned to a specific negotiator who was a very lovely man, we’ll call him Mr. B.C..  He had to order an appraisal to update the value of the home and asked me to wait until he contacted me again.  A month went by without any word, so I called him.  The appraisal came in at $850,000 which was much different than their prior appraisal for $450,000, so he needed to order a variance report and asked me to wait again.  Now, I know that $450,000 number was incorrect as this is a beach house in Fairfield County.  There is no way it’d be less than 1/2 million, no way.  So, I waited, and then one day a random person called me from SPS asking for money.  I replied, Mr. B.C., is working on this loan, to which the new representative replied there were no notes in the system confirming that at all….what???!!  I then tried to reach Mr. B.C. and not only was I refused to be connected with him but also his fax number I had been using on numerous occasions had been disconnected!

You can imagine my frustration and dismay.  Further calls from SPS resulted in no progress, not even an admission that my $17,000 would be returned as my loan modification had been abandoned by them.  So, we eventually ended up back in foreclosure court.

The Judge is a good, fair man and is trying to administer justice – there is no doubt about that and he is doing a very good job.  The Plaintiff’s attorney works for Hunt Liebert, one of the two foreclosure mill law firms in the state of Connecticut; he is a loose cannon acting as if he is still in the U.S. Military and throws grenades at people and truly behaves as if he is still in active combat – I do not understand how he is not disbarred but that is beside the point.  The thing is I know he has a good heart underneath that super tough facade.  Still, he is my adversary in this little drama.

I wasn’t too happy knowing I’d have to go into active combat today myself as I really hate war; Peace is the way, Man.  The truth was on my side but it is still disconcerting to be hated by the opposing side and to try and be portrayed as an evil person.  I had been paying millions of dollars of mortgages on time every month for about 18 years.  So, for 2 years, I fell behind.  Doesn’t my prior record or getting back on my feet since mean anything?  Sadly, not a bit, in realms like this.

So, instead of focusing hate on my Hunt Liebert adversary before the main event, I looked at is as an opportunity to face an adversary Art of War style.  As I said, I think this particular man has a heart but some out there in this world literally do not have hearts nor have compassion for humans.  So, I went into the event to learn how to deal with such beings.  Not everyone will be on your side at all times and there may be no way of winning over these beings either in the typical combat like fashion.  The little man (literally) kept trying to lock eyes with me, must have been some sort of military engagement tactic.  Usually, it is my M.O. to engage back in some way, shape or form, be it with kindness or to stand my ground, but this time I just chose to ignore it and look away and let him feel superior.  I had nothing to prove and nothing to hide, so let him have his way this time.

Nothing was resolved today anyway and the Judge ordered us to go back in two weeks time.  A lot can happen in two weeks.  The supposed banking system shutdown and introduction of the Amero was supposed to have happened last week, so who knows if that is still on tap?  Thing is, I still have possession of my house with no pending law date and $17,000 still being held by Select Portfolio Servicing.  That is not a bad position to be in and the drama continues….

A ‘Little Judge’ Who Rejects Foreclosures, Brooklyn Style

Monday, August 31st, 2009

New York Times article on 8/30/2009 by Michael Powell in its entirety…BLESS this judge…bless him for doing the right thing!

The judge waves you into his chambers in the State Supreme Court building in Brooklyn, past the caveat taped to his wall — “Be sure brain in gear before engaging mouth” — and into his inner office, where foreclosure motions are piled high enough to form a minor Alpine chain.

Every week, the nation’s mightiest banks come to his court seeking to take the homes of New Yorkers who cannot pay their mortgages. And nearly as often, the judge says, they file foreclosure papers speckled with errors.

He plucks out one motion and leafs through: a Deutsche Bank representative signed an affidavit claiming to be the vice president of two different banks. His office was in Kansas City, Mo., but the signature was notarized in Texas. And the bank did not even own the mortgage when it began to foreclose on the homeowner.

The judge’s lips pucker as if he had inhaled a pickle; he rejected this one.

“I’m a little guy in Brooklyn who doesn’t belong to their country clubs, what can I tell you?” he says, adding a shrug for punctuation. “I won’t accept their comedy of errors.”

The judge, Arthur M. Schack, 64, fashions himself a judicial Don Quixote, tilting at the phalanxes of bankers, foreclosure facilitators and lawyers who file motions by the bale. While national debate focuses on bank bailouts and federal aid for homeowners that has been slow in coming, the hard reckonings of the foreclosure crisis are being made in courts like his, and Justice Schack’s sympathies are clear.

A spokeswoman for OneWest Bank acknowledged that an official, confronted with a ream of foreclosure papers, had mistakenly signed for two different banks — just as the Deutsche Bank official did. Deutsche Bank, which declined to let an attorney speak on the record about any of its cases before Justice Schack, e-mailed a PDF of a three-page pamphlet in which it claimed little responsibility for foreclosures, even though the bank’s name is affixed to tens of thousands of such motions. The bank described itself as simply a trustee for investors.

Justice Schack came to his recent prominence by a circuitous path, having worked for 14 years as public school teacher in Brooklyn. He was a union representative and once walked a picket line with his wife, Dilia, who was a teacher, too. All was well until the fiscal crisis of the 1970s.

“Why’d I go to law school?” he said. “Thank Mayor Abe Beame, who froze teacher salaries.”

He was counsel for the Major League Baseball Players Association in the 1980s and ’90s, when it was on a long winning streak against team owners. “It was the millionaires versus the billionaires,” he says. “After a while, I’m sitting there thinking, ‘He’s making $4 million, he’s making $5 million, and I’m worth about $1.98.’ ”

So he dived into a judicial race. He was elected to the Civil Court in 1998 and to the Supreme Court for Brooklyn and Staten Island in 2003. His wife is a Democratic district leader; their daughter, Elaine, is a lawyer and their son, Douglas, a police officer.

Justice Schack’s duels with the banks started in 2007 as foreclosures spiked sharply. He saw a plague falling on Brooklyn, particularly its working-class black precincts. “Banks had given out loans structured to fail,” he said.

The judge burrowed into property record databases. He found banks without clear title, and a giant foreclosure law firm, Steven J. Baum, representing two sides in a dispute. He noted that Wells Fargo’s chief executive, John G. Stumpf, made more than $11 million in 2007 while the company’s total returns fell 12 percent.

“Maybe,” he advised the bank, “counsel should wonder, like the court, if Mr. Stumpf was unjustly enriched at the expense of W.F.’s stockholders.”

He was, how to say it, mildly appalled.

“I’m a guy from the streets of Brooklyn who happens to become a judge,” he said. “I see a bank giving a $500,000 mortgage on a building worth $300,000 and the interest rate is 20 percent and I ask questions, what can I tell you?”

He has tossed out 46 of the 102 foreclosure motions that have come before him in the last two years. And his often scathing decisions, peppered with allusions to the Croesus-like wealth of bank presidents, have attracted the respectful attention of judges and lawyers from Florida to Ohio to California. At recent judicial conferences in Chicago and Arizona, several panelists praised his rulings as a possible national model.

His opinions, too, have been greeted by a cry of affront from a bank official or two, who say this judge stands in the way of what is rightfully theirs. HSBC bank appealed a recent ruling, saying he had set a “dangerous precedent” by acting as “both judge and jury,” throwing out cases even when homeowners had not responded to foreclosure motions.

Justice Schack, like a handful of state and federal judges, has taken a magnifying glass to the mortgage industry. In the gilded haste of the past decade, bankers handed out millions of mortgages — with terms good, bad and exotically ugly — then repackaged those loans for sale to investors from Connecticut to Singapore. Sloppiness reigned. So many papers have been lost, signatures misplaced and documents dated inaccurately that it is often not clear which bank owns the mortgage.

Justice Schack’s take is straightforward, and sends a tremor through some bank suites: If a bank cannot prove ownership, it cannot foreclose.

“If you are going to take away someone’s house, everything should be legal and correct,” he said. “I’m a strange guy — I don’t want to put a family on the street unless it’s legitimate.”

Justice Schack has small jowls and big black glasses, a thin mustache and not so many hairs combed across his scalp. He has the impish eyes of the high school social studies teacher he once was, aware that something untoward is probably going on at the back of his classroom.

He is Brooklyn born and bred, with a master’s degree in history and an office loaded with autographed baseballs and photographs of the Brooklyn Dodgers. His written decisions are a free-associative trip through popular, legal and literary culture, with a sideways glance at the business pages.

Confronted with a case in which Deutsche Bank and Goldman Sachs passed a defaulted mortgage back and forth and lost track of the documents, the judge made reference to the film classic “It’s a Wonderful Life” and the evil banker played by Lionel Barrymore.

“Lenders should not lose sight,” Justice Schack wrote in that 2007 case, “that they are dealing with humanity, not with Mr. Potter’s ‘rabble’ and ‘cattle.’ Multibillion-dollar corporations must follow the same rules in the foreclosure actions as the local banks, savings and loan associations or credit unions, or else they have become the Mr. Potters of the 21st century.”

Last year, he chastised Wells Fargo for filing error-filled papers. “The court,” the judge wrote, “reminds Wells Fargo of Cassius’s advice to Brutus in Act 1, Scene 2 of William Shakespeare’s ‘Julius Caesar’: ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.’ ”

Then there is a Deutsche Bank case from 2008, the juicy part of which he reads aloud:

“The court wonders if the instant foreclosure action is a corporate ‘Kansas City Shuffle,’ a complex confidence game,” he reads. “In the 2006 film ‘Lucky Number Slevin,’ Mr. Goodkat, a hit man played by Bruce Willis, explains: ‘A Kansas City Shuffle is when everybody looks right, you go left.’ ”

The banks’ reaction? Justice Schack shrugs. “They probably curse at me,” he says, “but no one is interested in some little judge.”

Little drama attends the release of his decisions. Beaten-down homeowners rarely show up to contest foreclosure actions, and the judge scrutinizes the banks’ papers in his chambers. But at legal conferences, judges and lawyers have wondered aloud why more judges do not hold banks to tougher standards.

“To the extent that judges examine these papers, they find exactly the same errors that Judge Schack does,” said Katherine M. Porter, a visiting professor at the School of Law at the University of California, Berkeley, and a national expert in consumer credit law. “His rulings are hardly revolutionary; it’s unusual only because we so rarely hold large corporations to the rules.”

Banks and the cottage industry of mortgage service companies and foreclosure lawyers also pay rather close attention.

Kudos to Michelle Obama for planting a White House garden!

Monday, August 31st, 2009

I applaud First Lady Michelle Obama for planting a garden at the White House…really applaud her.  The following are excerpts from a story on AOL News on August 31, 2009…

Growing in the 1,100-square-foot garden are broccoli, peas, peppers, collards, carrots, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, blueberries and a variety of herbs. The produce feeds the first family and guests at state dinners, and some also goes to a local soup kitchen.

For Mrs. Obama, it was an opportunity not only to improve nutrition for her own family, but to inspire Americans to make better choices with their diets.

“The garden was something that I always thought about,” she said. “I was probably like most busy mothers, you know, a busy working family, and I would find it difficult to feed my family in a healthy way, quickly.”

Mrs. Obama said she made an effort to change her family’s eating habits during he presidential campaign by adding more fruits and vegetables, cutting down on sugar and processed foods and eating out less. “I saw some really immediate results with just those minor changes,” she said. “So I thought, well, if I could help other families learn these small changes in my role as first lady, that would be a good thing.”

Mrs. Obama also emphasized the importance of families sharing meals together at the dinner table. “We’ve found that we’ve been able to do that, and part of the message is, if the president of the United States can sit down with his family and have dinner, hopefully more families can find the time to do the same thing.”

Fear and Money do not Mix #1

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

I think this will be an ongoing discussion as there are so many aspects to this topic.

Here is the first example.  Trying to control the flow of your financial abundance may not necessarily work.

Case in point.  My last housekeeper charged by the hour and came as necessary.  Some weeks it would be three times a week while other weeks it would only be one time.   Each month, it seems like I paid her the same amount of money.

Now I have a new housekeeper because the old one is off to bigger and better things.  Well, this new one wants a set amount per cleaning and wants me to commit to a certain number of days each week.  The latter is something I refuse to do.  Because some weeks the house does need to be cleaned three times a week while other weeks it is only once.  If she were charging hourly, I’d have no problem committing but given her set rate, it is another thing.  I believe the set rate is to guarantee her money.

This week is an example where I would have gladly needed her to clean more than once.  So, had she not been adamant about needing to know exactly how many times, she would have made more money.

When we try to control the flow of things, it may not always work out to our highest and best interests.  There have been plenty of times where I counted on money supposedly coming in as good as gold.  But, when I directed my energies to believing it was mine even though it was not yet solid, the money always disappeared into thin air.  One example was a rental I was putting together that would have given me about $30K.  I even started to pay bills out against that money.  Well, wouldn’t you know it evaporated!  The lesson I learned from that is nowadays all I can do is to open up various channels for the wealth and abundance to enter versus holding on tightly to what I believe may occur.  Had this cleaning lady been smart, she wouldn’t have tried to made me commit to a certain number of days.  This week, and I am certain many more, she would be making more money than she had thought possible.

Porsches & family values

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

I really do have very few joys in this life.  I can count them on my two hands, if even that.  It’s not something depressing.  It’s just that I’ve been here plenty of times before (reincarnation) and get bored very easily with the same old same old.  One of my joys is driving in my Porsche with no other cars on the road at whatever speed I want.  This is not an easy accomplishment and generally happens only on the weekends (or at odd times during weekdays).

So, this Sunday morning, I took an early jaunt to the library book sale in Bethel, Connecticut.  The drive up was lovely with no one in front of me and twisty turny country roads on which I could feel the power of my beautiful vehicle.  God, do I love that car.  It’s performance is beyond words.  A non-Porsche owner probably wouldn’t understand but it is sheer Heaven driving that fine vehicle.

On the way back, I wasn’t so lucky with typical Sunday drivers starting to crowd the roads.  I made it to a dirt road near my house where I was driving alone at a decent speed – not something at which to get scared.  I saw a family walking up the road with a stroller so I did slow down. (I see everything by the way…in every aspect of my life).  Well, the goofily dressed mom started to motion for me with her hand to slow down.  The hand looked like a pumping motion up and down.  I don’t know what compelled me but I started to do the same back to her probably because she was so annoying on several fronts.

#1 – not only had I slowed down at the moment I saw the family which was earlier than they saw me.

#2 – I was driving a superior vehicle with one of the world’s strongest braking systems (I brake for chipmunks on a dime for heaven’s sake and I’m not kidding!)

#3  – they looked annoying in their Sunday sweat pant and sneakers get-up.  The total typical American family looking like a bunch of goofballs in their weekend sweats and ball caps.  What rules are out there saying the moment you give birth, you lose your identity and turn into a fool?  None of which I am aware.  In fact, I’ve seen reports on how in Europe, France especially, it is imperative for parents to maintain a sense of individuality despite having just given birth.  Here in America it is simply thrown out the window and fully functioning individuals become our worst nightmares.  It is a shame, really.  And, something I believe, contributes to the denigration of families.  What man in his right mind wants to fuck a woman who no longer rocks his world but wears sweats and a ball cap (and usually retains the excess baby fat)?  I wouldn’t want to if I were a man, for sure.  I’d get my own little something something on the side in a heartbeat!

So, I amused myself for pumping my hand right back to Ms. Glamorous (not!) in her baseball cap and sweats.  She turned around to check me out – maybe my plates?  But my beautiful Porsche had kicked up plenty of dirt to hide my identity as the Master of Light Chick.

Finalmente Trattoria, Westport, CT

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Craved some Italian food the other night and didn’t know where to go.  Booda would not go back into the house and insisted he come for a ride with me.  When I remembered Finalmente Trattoria had outdoor seating, I thought that would be a good option for us.

The people working there are super nice and it is always an enjoyable dining experience.  I wanted a nice glass of red so ordered the second most expensive Barolo at $17.  I don’t remember the name but it was pure crap.  I actually asked if the bottle had been sitting around for awhile but the gentleman said he just opened it.  Even though I gave it some time to breathe and open up, it still wasn’t tasty and I really wasn’t in the mood to complain, so drank what I could.

They had the zucchini blossom special appetizer that is showing up everywhere now that they are in season.  I gave it a whirl and it was lovely.  It was lightly fried unlike the chain restaurant crap served at Da Silvano last week, filled with fluffy ricotta and sat atop a bed of fresh tomato sauce.  The mixed greens served on the side were a delightful accompaniment.

The pasta I chose was a melange of vegetables in a standard tomato sauce.  I ordered the sausage on the side for Booda, which he devoured the next day then got sick from.  Regardless, the pasta was fine – nothing special, nothing bland – just fine.  There was enough left over for lunch the next day, so that made me happy.

The bread here is fresh and they also serve special little pieces of something akin to foccacia with an olive pate, which is quite delicious.  I had enough left over to include in my doggie bag to feed the birds, chipmunks and squirrels at my house, which made me happy again.

I was eating more out of boredom and wasting time on a warm evening with nothing else to do, so chose to partake in the cannoli special for desert.  The presentation of three little cannolis served on a plate with strawberries was lovely and they even tasted good.  Their containers were just the perfect amount of crispy and the vanilla/chocolate chip filling was light and just right.  I had one left over for my lunch the next day.

The $75 bill for one reminded me I don’t like the place enough to go back anytime soon and spend that kind of money.  But, it is a delightful, homey option in the town of Westport, Connecticut.  I noticed a place called La Villa across the street that I would like to try the next  time I am craving Italian food in Westport.

Da Silvano, New York City

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Booda and I were walking around the West Village looking for a place to dine al fresco.  I could have eaten at any little trattoria around but Booda literally stopped and insisted we eat at Da Silvano, one of the tonier, celebrity clad restaurants in the city.  Booda laid down at the entrance and would not move, isn’t that funny?  So, I was like “ok, then this is where we will eat”.

The two specials sounded good so that’s what I got – lightly fried zucchini blossoms and white truffle pasta.  I always enjoy the zucchini blossom creations at this time of the year and order white truffle pasta annually as a special treat.  The wine list was just o.k. and I ordered a sparkling red wine, though the blend escapes me at the moment.

It was interesting to see Bar Pitti next door filled to the brim with patrons while Da Silvano, one of the original popular restaurants, was fairly empty.  After my meal, I completely understood why.

As I was enjoying my sparkling wine, some well dressed male coke fiend patron came up to me and said it was so sad I was alone.  I replied I wasn’t alone and pointed down to Booda and commented how he was much more interesting than most people.  The coke fiend didn’t know what to say to that, so left with his tail between his legs, so to speak, and we were left alone to enjoy the sidewalk traffic.  What a fool.  Booda would have bit him had he been given the chance.

The zucchini blossoms arrived and they were fried beyond belief like I was eating at a TGI Fridays.  It was quite disappointing.  Then my pasta came and it had no flavor – since when does truffle pasta have no flavor?  Those little guys are so pungent it is very hard to strip any remnant of flavor away from them.  Well Da Silvano did, and it probably explains why the restaurant was empty when Bar Pitti next door was full.  The sweet little waiter from Roma was so insistent on making me happy I couldn’t possibly tell him how crappy the meal was.  Besides, I was enjoying the Sunday afternoon weather and dining al fresco while watching the neighborhood antics, so could deal with a less than perfect meal.

Total bill: $95 for one person and a complete waste of money for the food.  I relayed the experience to my mother who replied, “that explains why their cookbook is selling for such little money on Amazon”.  And to that statement I fully agree.

Jesus didn’t give a f**k about his credit score

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Sorry for the profanity in the same sentence as Jesus, but you get what I mean?  Jesus didn’t care one iota about what his credit score was, so why should you?

Oh yes, “THEY” scare you to believe it means something.  And, of course it does to a certain extent in this human existence on Earth.  It is one of the tools used in commerce and in being a good human citizen.  But, you should not let it scare you to pieces and to conform if it is not in your best interests.

There was a man in foreclosure court a couple weeks back representing himself Pro Se to try and keep his house.  He sat in front of the judge with his 5 year old daughter and explained how he had experienced some health setbacks and had a job lined up out of town, so needed some extra time to stall the foreclosure so he could complete a short sale.  The judge was not lenient towards him and he left crying.  I chased him out and suggested he declare bankruptcy right before the sale date to stop the foreclosure and buy himself time.  He cried saying he wouldn’t do that as he didn’t want to ruin his credit.  Hello, your family’s shelter and getting back on your feet versus your credit score?  I send him light.

For years, I was a model citizen with not one late on my credit report for about 20 years.  I was only 23 when I bought my first house and amassed several more houses throughout the years – I liked playing Monopoly when I was a child.  But you know what, even though my score was decent, it was never high because I had too much credit, I was told.  How messed up is that?  Because I owned several properties with several mortgages and paid them all on time, I still was not granted the golden ticket of a high score.  That always annoyed me.

Fast forward to when I could no longer keep my empire solvent.  It was very, very difficult to break out of the cycle of caring about my credit score.  There were so many what if’s involved – what if I would never be able to buy a house, what if I would never be able to buy a car, etc. etc. etc.  I slowly moved my mindset to using cash versus using credit.  And, realized what my score was did not matter if I had cold hard cash to pay – cash is still king, no matter what anyone says – and gold and silver is even better, but I digress…

I will be honest a decent credit score still does matter as I needed an insurance quote recently.  The fact I had no losses for years and years on multiple properties wasn’t relevant to them – my credit score was – how fucked is that?  Regardless, I am more than happy to have broken free of the bonds of thinking my credit score defines me in any way shape or form.  Take a clue from Jesus and look at the things that are really important in life like loving your neighbor and loving yourself versus worrying so much about man imposed limitations.  Yes, sometimes we do need to play within the lines of whatever planet we may be living on at the time but if we understand the lines are only that and not some big behemoth to be scared of, then one is freer to focus on the things in life that really matter like family and friends and being kind and considerate.

Being a Pussy and my friend Nancy

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Go to any New Age bookstore or metaphysical gathering and you will find there are a great number of people talking about what is really going on behind the scenes of our lives and exploring our multidimensional reality.  It is unlikely any one person understands everything but there are many opening up to the fact that what we see is not really what is going on in the world.  I wonder what the actual percentage is?  That would be interesting to know.  Obviously, it is much smaller than the hordes who believe what they see is what is real.

Anyway, years ago, my friend Nancy turned me onto recordings done by the Pleiadians through Barbara Marciniak.  It is very good material and provides explanations for what is really going on behind the scenes of current day events.  For instance, that bridge collapse in the midwest not too long ago was suspected to be a ritual sacrifice done with particle beam accelerators.  As was the downing of the plane over Long Island – some sort of testing with a particle beam accelerator weapon if not an overt downing by people on our side.  So, this sort of information is out there and people are talking about it in small circles.  Be it true or not, it is information that expands one’s reality to think beyond what the nightly news is reporting.

Back to Nancy – I started this Master of Light Chick blog a couple years ago in another form.  She strongly advised me to stop.  To not draw attention to myself.  To not broadcast the information being discussed on the sly.  Why the hell not, I thought?  To her, it was about protecting yourself from any harm that may come from “THEM” – whoever “THEY” may be – be it the Illuminati, be it the Secret government, be it off world entities, etc. etc. etc.  To me, that is so B-O-R-I-N-G!

How many incarnations have each of us had on this planet?  How many times have we “died” and come back yet again?  If we were to “die” this time, don’t you think there would be yet another time we would incarnate here if we so choose?  IMO, we agreed to incarnate here now for a special reason.  Hell, I am bored of coming back. Yes, I love Mother Nature to pieces and came to help her, but aside from that, the mechanics of life here are so very tiresome with all the people still asleep as to their true nature.  So, why not talk about what is really going on?  What has one got to lose in doing so?  Oooooh, their life?  Please.  All is eternal and nothing dies.  So, take that away from someone and what do “THEY” have to control you?  The lives of your family, of course.  That’s how many who really know what is going on are kept quite, but then again, alot of them end up speaking out like Sargent Major Bob Dean, Sargent Clifford Stone, and of course David Icke.  So, which course would you rather choose – playing within the lines drawn for you and be a pussy like Nancy or speaking the truth about what is really going on in this world and not wasting this incarnation.