Things That Really Matter
I’ve been doing this kind of work on the Internet since 1994, believe it or not. Some of you weren’t born or were in utero while I logged into AOL and was creating web pages in HTML! I know what a dial-up modem sounds like. I bet you’ve only heard that sound on YouTube Poop (it really does sound like that). I’m a very instinctive being and I do what the spirit leads me to do. So, at that time, that’s where I was led. I wasn’t very interested in role-playing games at the time, a la, looks at the ceiling, scratching head. If you don’t know what that means…LOL!
I have thousands and thousands of friends all over the world. Many of them have been with me since 1994. Others are childhood friends from the block that I was fortunate to reunite with thanks to Facebook. Many people just appeared in my life in one way or another. Over time, it became obvious that I’m pretty good at reading people, understanding them, and counseling them came naturally. My ex-husband actually learned to loathe it; I was working out of my home to stay close to my children (I’m one of those people who actually believe in raising her own, hands on) and my clients would just kind of hang around long after my work was done. My suffering ex would throw blocks down by grabbing me by the hand and pulling me inside from waving goodbye at the curb. I recall he said, “There’s something about you; people just stick.” That’s been true most of my life and at 46 years old I’ve finally learned what it takes work not end up Velcro stuck to people and tucking them all in bed at night!
Why help people who don’t pay me? Well, I hope for people that will pay me, too, you know. But the reason why I help the way I do is yes, the spirit leads me, and I believe that I’m doing the right thing because it feels right. There are lots of people bumping around in the world that just need a little help and they’re fine. Granted, there are people who need a lot of help and training and I pretty much burned out on coaching them. So I had to redesign the way to still reach thousands of people a day without sacrificing every ounce of energy I have. Someone’s got to do the cooking, cleaning, and minding the children here and with three sons that means a lot of all of the above. Like I said, I’m hands on and even if I could afford someone to do the work for me, hell no; I raise my own children the old-fashioned way. So yeah, there are a lot of people who ask me for help and want my time, advice, attention, and in the end — over the years in some cases — I’ve come to realize that they can’t be worked with, not really, because they don’t know what they’re doing…at all. Or worse, they think they do, their lives are a mess, but they think it’s all great and they’re so on it! I just direct them to the same videos and writings that I create for others. When I’ve time, I humor them. I realize there are people who just want to ‘play’ with me but I really don’t have the time. I can monkey around here and there because I was born in the year of the Chinese Monkey. But truly, what I do is very serious business, I assure you.
I do my best to get information out as time permits; I’ve tried schedules and that doesn’t quite work out. So, I’ve learned to not worry so much about getting it all out there ‘on time’. I also learned, over time, that the messages I deliver are meant for the querent or recipient no matter when or how they find it. There always seems to be an omen in my work somewhere that resonates with just the right person. Only days ago, one person I reached was suicidal; she changed her mind and straightened her back after we were done. And if she’s the only person I know I’ve ever helped in all of my years of trying to help people, then I am at peace with that.
I’m not looking for brownie points. But I do know what karma is. I’ve got three sons who are happy, healthy, successful, and the light of my life. Jesus has been very, very good to me and has saved my butt countless times. When I wonder why He protects me the way He does, why His Angels keep their eyes on my children all the time, and why I’ve been blessed HUGE in my darkest hours, I realize that He gave me gifts that were to be put to good use. I did that. I know He’s proud of me. Look up the parable of the talents if you don’t know what it is. I think you’ll understand me better if you read that.
God bless you, every single one.
I wish you all, everywhere in the world, a peaceful and gentle Thanksgiving day; I am thankful for you. I give thanks for the roof over my head, for my children and their happiness, health and safety, and the same for my family and friends. I’m thankful for the food we eat and modern conveniences like clean running water, heat, and electricity. I am most thankful for the freedom my country, the United States of America, affords me because I know I could have been born anywhere else. I give thanks for all those who came before me, the immigrants who were bold enough to get on a ship and illegally enter a land that did belong to the natives present first. You know what I’m most thankful for? That the Native Americans didn’t deport them all!
I want to tell you how much I appreciate a connection to you. I can’t define what this connection we have is though the obvious would be social, digital, or even virtual. If this is a virtual connection, and without it we’d have none, then I like this virtual thing very much. It would be fun to meet everyone I get to know online in person, but the reality is that’s not likely going to happen. I’m alright with that; I connect with people on a different level, anyway.
I’ve met a lot of people in my life; mostly good people, and there were some that weren’t. The last couple of years taught me that I can’t meet people the way I used to anymore. Someone I thought harmless was coming out to meet me recently and though I felt a little off about it, I thought it was just some recent stresses I’d been dealing with. Then another friend contacted me to let me know this person wasn’t safe. My schedule had changed, anyway, making it impossible to meet anyone at all for over a month. Within about two months of that situation, another person wanted to come meet me — and threw a public tantrum because I told him he could meet me in LA whenever I get out there to visit my friends. His public tantrum was telling and that was the end of that. Now he writes me asking me if we are still “friends or enemies”. “There’s yer sign!” a comedian used to say. Well, I don’t need a toe tag as a fucking sign — I get it.
I realize the world isn’t what it was when I was born. I also realize that it’s not what it was in 1950. But I’ve noticed that with the Internet’s amazing potentials came just as concerning pitfalls. I don’t dwell on the latter because I like to see the best in all things. It’s just become a reality for me that not all people are at their best, whether due to mental illness or pure evil intention. And even if I didn’t have children, I’d not take a risk just because I want to believe there’s good in all people.
No matter how we’ve connected, how I’ve come to know you or even perceive you, and vice versa, I want to thank you for including me in some part of your life. Even if you find what I write mildly entertaining — or extremely annoying — that you read what I’m trying to express means a lot to me. Maybe you just find me curious in some way; whatever works. Thanks anyway.
God bless and have an interesting week. Be safe and just remember, for what it’s worth, to connect safely. If someone makes you uncomfortable, pay attention to that. If you connect to someone you want to know better, take it easy, and use your gut if you hope to connect in person one day.
My name is Rita, not Whatta Fine Ass. Is your name F*cking Idiot? Because you sound like a F*cking Idiot to me and most intelligent women.0
But we intelligent women acknowledge your stupidity, if that’s the validation you were looking for.
I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to finish writing TAROT-TORTURE™ or even any astrology last night. I was about to write Scorpio last night when I posted something on my Facebook page about me shouting something to the effect of everyone in my home could ‘kiss my ass’. Apparently this is an invitation for some men to talk about my ass, wanting to see my ass, talking about what a fine ass I have, the need to see my ass in a video, and at least one moron writing me privately asking when he can come to my house to kiss my ass in person.
I’m over the upset part and I’m experiencing varying degrees of anger. I thought about this all night and all day and I’ve concluded that some men are so stupid they think that saying things like the above is acceptable. They are so wrong that there’s no way to help educate them. I asked the main idiot in question to please stop. I even told him that children were present. I asked several times for him to stop writing those things and eventually my 16 and 14-year-old sons saw it. My youngest took to his personal page to blog about it; my 16-year-old took to confronting the idiot directly, not in a friendly way, and the idiot man decided it was ^^^^^^^^LOL^^^^^^^^ worthy. So I blocked him. That’s when I noticed a private message from a man I know, asking when he can come over to my house to kiss my ass. This man is mentally ill, or so he says, and over the years I’ve observed that he is a mixture of mental illness and stupidity. He has said some really irritating things in the past but I’d ask him to stop and he would. This time he showed me a new level of stupidity; because there’s no medication available for stupidity. I’m not going to tolerate his shit any more. (more…)