“Love does not dominate; it cultivates.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Happy Valentine’s Day to all of the lovebirds. I personally, have never been into celebrating the day, as I think it’s just silly (seriously). I would rather be randomly surprised, on a completely average day than have it be expected, and made to feel like a competition.
Remember: if you can’t be with the one you love, sometimes it’s just plain creepy, impossible and wrong, to love the one you’re with. Love yourself, and the rest will fall into place. No flowers or elaborate dinners necessary. Chocolate optional❤️
Just sayin’ . . .
Life is definitely not all rainbows, lollipops and unicorns. The reality is that it’s more like intermittent storm clouds, stink cheese, and zebras, with an occasional circus clown parading down the street, riding a neon donkey.
I love life, and want to empower people in a positive, yet realistic way. Saying everything is always wonderful, is unrealistic.
The point is to take each day and live it to the fullest. Embrace every moment.
Learn the lesson. Growth comes from change, and is often disguised as meadow muffins. Some days we savor lollipops, while on others, we can hardly stomach the stink cheese.
Celebrate the joyful times, but be ready to saddle up next to that clown, and ride the neon donkey when it comes to town.
Since I am the self-titled Queen of Weird, I have decided to make a decree in the Kingdom of Weirdness.
Offical Crap Day
OCD – for short – or – Fecal Friday
This morning, via email, message, and random postings I have seen on others’ walls, I have noticed a theme: poop. Cats are plopping, dogs can’t poop, people are stepping in it, smelling it, avoiding it, landing in it, and God knows what else they are doing with it. (At present, nobody is painting with it, but the day is still early – and it is Friday). Regardless, let us all unite and celebrate this prolific body fluid.
In honor of the day, here are some FFF (Fun Fecal Facts) – on a Friday, no less:
1. Praise the plop. It fertilizes, and springs forth beautiful, fragrent, healthy things.
2. Stepping in it, (unintentionally) is said to bring good luck. Now, who couldn’t use some of that today?
3. It’s dependable. Why? Because, poop happens – that’s why. No need to go looking for it, as it will find you.
4. It is its own alert system to the general public. I mean, really. Most of us can smell it walking from a mile away – and more so, when it hits the fan.
5. It’s versatile. How many other materials can you spread on a shingle?
6. It’s attractive . . . to flies.
7. And where else can the corniest of jokes be birthed? How many of you remember the following: What do you call a dirty diaper in China? Sako-poopy. Ha! lol
There you have it. I am truly in awe of today’s theme. Coincidence? Maybe. On the other hand, perhaps the Universe is simply in need of an enema. Either that, or some could benefit from a good, stiff, Chocolate Ex-lax Martini at Happy Hour.
I feel the need to address an issue. I had received a communication from someone stating that their copy of my new book, Saints Sinners & Sacred Ground, was garbled. They claimed that sentences were broken, and then pieced together in other areas, thus not making any sense. Allegedly, paragraphs were chopped, and then rearranged in a nonsensical fashion. This was quite peculiar, as I have downloaded 3 Kindle versions for quality check, and have ordered several copies of the paperback: none show any type of errors, as reported by the party.
After taking the time to read through them, and having several friends (thank you) check their versions (paperback and Kindle), it was found to be an isolated, and random issue that could not be reproduced. I then made a few phone calls, followed by research – yes, more research.
I spent quite a bit of time on the phone with both Amazon (regarding the paperback), and Kindle Publishing (regarding the e-book). Having been given “examples” in specific areas, they too, could not find, or replicate the problem. I was advised to have the customer contact the distributor, in order to discuss. The only way this could have happened is: the individual is not using the correct app, or they downloaded the “free” virus-ridden copy from rarshare.com,
As previously mentioned on my Facebook wall; someone took it upon themselves to post a bogus copy of Saints on YouTube, by which they advertised that you could click on a link in the video description, and magically download my copy written material for free. A complaint was filed with YouTube, and they took down the video by a “Martin Anfinsion,” via rarshare.com, however, rarshare.com continues to advertise the bogus book, as well as several other books.
I cannot impress upon the general public enough: BEWARE if someone is advertising a copy of my book (or any of my books), to download for free. The ONLY place you can download a copy of Saints, and 207, is thru Kindle, or, Barnes & Noble’s Nook.
Be advised the “free” copy is evidently a virus that affects your computer when you download it from rarshare.com. It also scrambles the book, and creates the very issue that this individual complained about (rearranged text and paragraphs, etc.). There are many public complaints about rarshare.com for a) copyright infringement, and b) planting a virus on peoples’ computers, only after giving them a scrambled, fraudulent, free copy of the book.
I never heard back from the individual after advising them to contact customer service. I did however, just read a nasty review from someone that either has the incorrect app for the e-book, downloaded the free virus copy from rarshare.com, or just wanted to bust my chops. Either way, it’s a shame.
I have had a countless number of people who have read both (legit) versions, and have not encountered any problem. I am working to get to the bottom of the rarshare issue, and plan on putting a stop to this nonsense, once and for all. Additionally, Saints did have a proofreader, who went through the book twice, and can confirm this information. If you do download a legit copy, make sure you are selecting the proper version for your device, or it will cause issues formatting errors, and issues! .
Please note: I am not in any way affiliated with rarshare.com, or its subsidiaries, or any person, or business, that is advertising a free copy 207, or Saints, to download. Aside from select retail stores, the only means of purchasing my books are via amazon.com, Kindle® Direct Publishing, barnesandnoble.com, and Barnes and Noble Nook®. I will continue to perform a quality check on materials provided by the approved distributors, and have not noted, or been informed of any errors pertaining to these issues. If by chance, a customer does order a copy from an approved distributor, and has an issue (such as faded print, or damage during shipment, etc.), please contact the seller, and follow their procedures. For all other questions, please email: email@example.com.
As promised, I have finally posted the introduction to Lil Megs’ vortex, affectionately referred to as the ‘Whore Tax.’ Although I had met Lil Megs, her husband A-MOD (letter ‘A’ for first name, MOD referring to his being the Master of Disaster), and Mama G during the summer of 2012, I had never been to their home. As a matter of fact, I had absolutely no clue where they lived, other than in the general area of Beverly Hills.
In mid-July of ’13, while temporarily working on the east coast, I had a startling spirit contact. To this day, I can tell you where I was standing, when a female spirit came to me from out of the blue. Frantic, the spirit asked me for help; she needed to talk to her mother. I estimated her age between 20 and 30, and it was evident that she had been killed. Her upper torso, neck, face and head were covered in blood. It was terribly gruesome.
I communicated with the distressed young woman, in hopes of calming her down. All that I could gather was that she was indeed murdered, and had lived on the west coast. To her, it was most critical to speak with her mother. She also wanted to know ‘why’ this happened to her. I was stunned – yes, stunned.
My gut reaction was to contact my husband (located in Southern California), to make sure that he, and the family, were okay. Relieved to a degree, relative to an ‘all clear’ on the family front, I was only further perplexed as to who it could be. The spirit was ‘intelligent,’ and communicated well. The heightened state of emotion on her behalf made things a tad tricky though, as she was very frustrated, and not understanding her fate. Not a violent soul, she was extremely strong to sense, and demanded attention.
During the contact, I saw little snippets of her final moments: a sidewalk, many people nearby, a busy road, and an assault – followed by blood. It was brutal. With little to do other than try to help the spirit, and possibly gather enough information to contact her mother, I meditated some more, asking for God to guide me. I also asked for her patience.
Just days later, a strange turn of events led me to the identity of the woman, when Mama G, and Lil Megs contacted me from the west coast, asking me for some help. It was no coincidence. I am going to refrain from using the deceased’s name, out of respect for she, and her family.
Enter the whore tax . . .
The paranormal plight in Beverly Hills began during a remodel in the home. Activity was reaching a fevered pitch by mid-July, and Lil Megs, Mama G, and A-MOD, needed some insight. I was more than happy to help. Having been a paranormal investigator and psychic-medium for years, the situation was not terribly surprising, but within a day, or two, it became apparent that this was not a routine case.
Conducting a remote reading of the house, I was able to see quite a bit: the construction (I pinpointed the exact location of the area being remodeled), and two strong spirits. The first was that of a little boy named ‘Daniel,’ who had been quite ill as a child. He was confined most of the time during his short life, and loved to play with toys in a particular section of the house. Through him, I was able to detail particulars of the house, and other tidbits. Daniel loves to hang out with A-MOD, and often clings to his khakis. Strange, but true. Noteworthy: at the time I had mentioned A-MOD’s pants, he had just implemented wearing khakis.
The other spirit was that of a murdered woman. I then realized it was the same murdered woman who had come through to me, days prior. I could see she was just as frantic, and had mentioned being killed very close to the house. She was particularly strong in the kitchen. I was able to describe a few incidents that had transpired in that area, by which Lil Megs, Mama G, and A-MOD confirmed.
Unaware of any local news pertaining to Southern California at the time, I asked Lil Megs and A-MOD if they were aware of any recent deaths in the immediate vicinity of their home. Taking to the task at-hand, and now armed with the address, we started to google for any possible crimes that described the spirit contact. It didn’t take long for us to identify the spirit.
In late June (2013), a young woman was brutally attacked, and murdered in Hollywood. The incident occurred on a well-traveled street, in a very notable location. For sake of privacy, I will only comment that the woman died close to the home of Lil Megs and A-MOD. Very specific information relative to the murder matched exactly what spirit had shown me, and in turn, what I had relayed to Lil Megs. It was truly a very sad finding, and an even more hideous ordeal for the young woman to have encountered. She had in fact, left behind her mother, with whom she had been communicating with via cell phone, just moments before her death. Her mother was unaware that her daughter was attacked at the time, and questioned why the she did not respond.
With the help of Lil Megs, we meditated and prayed for the young woman. I did try to reach her mother, but was unable to establish contact and provide her with the message from her daughter. After working on this for quite a few days, spirit accepted what had happened, and crossed. Lil Megs was a great help.
After this ordeal, the house in Beverly Hills quieted down considerably, but I also noted (via more remote viewing) that the remodel had opened a vortex. The good news: it is an up-flow.
Considering that Lil Megs and A-MOD do not dabble in darker spirit affairs, I am not concerned about curiosity towards such negative matters, changing the polarity of the vortex. Lil Megs is quite versed with meditation, and in turn, is a perfect ‘innkeeper’ to the souls that pass through this very active spot.
During the course of remote viewing, I was also able to identify other specific points, relative to the home, that I had never once stepped foot in (as of that date). In time, the instances of soul travelers thru this spiritual gateway, would prove to be both entertaining, and heartbreaking.
The level of activity has been quite strong at times, dependent upon who has popped-by for a visit. It would be a big name Hip Hop artist that would make the next appearance, and shock the socks off of our feet – especially Lil Megs. Details of a visit by the Notorious B-I-G would prove to be rather remarkable . . . believe it, or not.
So, there you have it: the backstory to the vortex. I have now visited the whore tax in-person a handful of times, and continue to note its stength, and associated feelings of elation. The experience is truly incredible, and in a very classy way
Stay tuned for more stories from the best little whore tax in town.
I cannot resist. Two freaks of nature, and quite a bit of air time has resulted in my witty attempt to reason the alleged “friendship” between America’s Dennis Rodman, and North Korea’s Kim Jong Un. Regardless of how many times I have tried, it makes no logical sense. As a result, I have resorted to my very own reasons behind the pairing. Here goes . . .
IMO The Top 10 Reasons Dennis Rodman and Kim Jong Un Are Pals
10. After North Korea has spent millions of dollars on research (and starved millions of citizens in the process) during an attempt to resurrect Marilyn Monroe (and failed), in hopes of serenading Jong Un on his birthday, Rodman was the next best thing. Bootleg footage of Rodman wearing a sparkling little number, and Marilyn-style wig while cooing to Jong Un, is circulating the Internet at this very moment.
9. Jong Un sees Rodman’s numerous piercing sites as potential secret missile silos – especially the nose. Sadly, Rodman does not see that he is being used. Such a pity. So damn obvious.
8. North Korea firmly believes that Rodman is proof that aliens really do come from New Jersey. Trenton is thought to the location of the secret pod on western soil. Jong Un is tracking Rodman back to the mothership, and wants a piece of the action.
7. The relationship was cover for Rodman to impregnate as many women as possible during the “Pleasure Island” trip, thus giving U.S. citizenship to possibly hundreds of Rodman’s North Korean offspring. A deal has been inked. World population will explode in nine months.
6. Rob Ford wasn’t suitable BFF material, as he is a flip-flopper when it comes to drug use. Skip the speculation. No need to ask Rodman.
5. Hulk Hogan is recruiting Jong Un and Singer “Psy” for a smack-down, tag-team match against Rodman, and fellow New Jersey alien Chris Christie for Hulk Hogan’s “Celebrity Championship International Alien Wrestlemania I.”
4. Since the Japanese claimed Godzilla as their mythical creature of chaos and destruction, it was only fair for North Korea to take a stab at wooing Rodzilla to represent.
3. North Korea lost a bet sponsored by Paddy Power that Rodman would infiltrate the Mafia during the election of Pope. They had to take him back. Not even Rodman was expecting that rebound. So much for saying three Hail Mary’s.
2. Rodman and Jong Un are long-lost fraternal twins, separated at birth. You know what they say? Birds of a feather . . . boas et al.
1. Rodman is really a frenemy, not a friend. The U.S. government has recruited Rodman as a covert spy. The metal bangles protruding from his face are actually listening devices designed to eavesdrop on Jong Un. A special team communicates with Rodman, and feeds him a script 24/7, in one strategically placed implant. CNN’s Chris Cuomo was part of the genius plot. Sources say Ted Turner has access to all listening and speaking devices, and actively orchestrates the campaign from a remote cave in Montana. Upon Rodman’s return to the U.S., he will be disguised as a buffalo, and smuggled in to meet Ted for a debriefing.