Chapter 11
Chapter 1001.06 of Building-Code
Chapter 1001.06 of Building Code states in subd. 1, “Any person(s), firm or corporation that violates any provisions of this Chapter and/or the Minnesota State Building Code, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor.”
In this; it proves that I was right. It proves that I was always right about what I had presented to people, but people simply didn’t want to get on board until it was too late, or until I was now facing criminal charges against me in a way where I feel the charges are aggravated onto me. I know what I learned in school was right and that these people were just not willing to do their jobs right. Furthermore, they didn’t even seem to care when management said, “Who are you going to get to care?” And, I said, “anyone willing to listen to me.” I simply didn’t want to speak with her off the record ever as I knew that everything that I could do or say was going to be used against me in the court of law, or that she was trying to flip the responsibility around on me for not letting them know about how bad it was there, and had she been recording – it wouldn’t have worked because I said, “no lady, you knew exactly what was going on here, and we’ve sent you numerous e-mails about our concerns.” I didn’t say that at the time that my mom was hacked on her computer, her g-mail and her facebook, but – it was out of fear that the hacks were coming from them trying to hide these facts. I knew what was in my heart and what I experienced was real and that I was right, and no matter what happened to me – I wanted the world to be able to decipher for themselves. I didn’t need someone to tell me that I was having hallucinations or that I was delusional. I might have been a little delusional, but – I was not living in a natural way there. How in the world could have I? All of which I felt was aggravated and happening to me in a way that I knew no one ever deserved to have happen. Not ever!
I was under the assumption that no one truly wanted to be a part of my mental health here, even after the fact that I was willing to go to all these places looking for help. I even went to jail – which wasn’t right at all for me in the ways that I was feeling already abused. It was assuredly absurd to me that I couldn’t tell people that I had lice, from the mice that we experienced, and for the most part it was me who experienced them because my mom had one run over her head where I had to find them all, and clean the place, and pick up every mouse that snapped in a snap-trap. She didn’t have the lice as bad as I did, and she had no idea how much I was suffering, but she in fact had a scab on her head for the longest time and dealing with that was taking away from my mom to live a natural life as well.
On top of that, I wanted to tell people about the experiences that I was having while I was in the Mental Hospital over all of this because I wasn’t feeling heard for the things that I was going through over feeling as though I was being worked over to be recorded so that they could trick people into thinking that everything that I was going through was a lie. I knew that there was a real issue where I was concerned and I needed someone to be willing just to read this, or willing to hear me out for once. When I wrote the Attorney General, I thought that it was going to be the end of it, (not to mention all the other people that I lettered about these issues) and that I would at least be able to get some help where I was concerned that this place was never properly inspected and seemed more like a wink-wink and a handshake was going on somewhere where someone was getting a large sum of cash for making sure that the place passed and people could continue running their shit show, and getting people to continue moving into that hell hole, dealing with the things that I had to figure out on my own. I thought there was more help in the world then there was, because I was believing all the stories on the news where people would get help with these kinds of issues. I just wasn’t getting that same treatment. It’s as if the television was lying to us as well – because when things happened to me or to some of you, it wasn’t as easy to find someone that cared as much as this world was willing to show you that it did. I just didn’t find anyone that cared.
It was imperative to me that I had family there as a support group, and I’m so glad that I did have family coming to visit me – along with a few friends that showed up. I just felt extremely bad for a few people that didn’t have family coming to visit with them – so, I did my best to visit with them myself, and to be there for a few of the people that just needed someone to sit with and to talk to. I felt thrown under the bus for the fears that other people had of getting lice, and especially where body lice was a concern of mine. I just wanted someone to help me figure out what they were, and I had other people seeing these things as well as I was, and experiencing things like I was. I really wanted people to know my story. I was willing to take it to the end if I had to. I just wanted these things out of my chest and placed into the possible world reading it – in the same ways, I hoped that you would. I would be willing to read from any one of you so long as I could make it through the writing, and I just wanted to share more with the world around me and in a completely new way where people could be heard.
Even where I was at now, I felt as though I could be giving body lice to my nieces and nephews and I was afraid of hugging people or getting close to people or kids especially getting close to me. I wasn’t a normal uncle is all that I thought, and I wanted to be one and I couldn’t. Do you know how much that hurt? I just wasn’t having fun trying to pretend as though I was just feeling regular and normal itches, when it wasn’t like itches, more-over something jumping on me, hitting my skin or crawling on me. I saw what I was dealing with at one point because my fear for these things was super high and I seen a huge louse crawling on my leg. (I felt so messed over) Everyone was just so quick to walk away, or to stop the conversation where I was trying to still talk, and just shutting me out saying that I was delusional and that I needed mental help. I did, but not in the ways that I was getting help. I was being hurt in there more then I was getting help. I wanted to go on a path that was better – but, from where I was, I wasn’t going to get better because I wasn’t being helped. I was dealing with a lot of fear for speaking out about something that I wanted the whole world to know about. I wanted this thing to be over! I wanted closure! I wanted relief! I wanted justice! I wanted my life back – I couldn’t even pretend!
What I was feeling would help me more was just people in general who were willing to read more, and read more of my posts online. I’m on a new site called steemit, a block chain against censorship and against mainstream from taking away peoples dreams for an agenda that seemed was depopulation. There was a lot of people that had incredible idea’s and business idea’s that could take over the internet and help people who saw the value of networking as something that could potentially make a lot of people more whole in their lives. It wasn’t all about the money here over, just having a place to speak out and not be censored from having other people see your work. Facebook was throttling peoples posts from steemit already, and while I was a part of a site called tsu, we all were after helping people earn money for allowing our social statuses onto their sites, so everyone makes money here, and not just the platform owners. Right now we’re making these people super rich and most people just don’t know that they can monetize their own posts and be able to collect that money that these people are otherwise just taking away from us. I knew there was a way to create a place here on earth where everyone who just took action and took a simple part in the good that followed could make incredible amount of money doing so. But, again it wasn’t about money here – I felt it was more about how a lot of people are hurting and hurting in ways that should’ve never have had to exist.