It has really been a long time since I've written anything here. Figured I'd drop some info which pertains to my absence. As it turns out, I was faced with some very horrible odds, as a child and as an adult I was trafficked (this means being sold without my consent or permission), which has in turn led me to have a very strange way of being. I always wanted to express my emotional state using art, which is what this blog has been all about. It was important for me to try and get out what I had inside, because I felt like no one understood me. Guess the thing is that I didn't understand myself all that well either. When they tell you that someone will burry trauma only to surface later, believe them. It took a lot of self tallying to get to the point where I was comfortable remembering. It is not easy to dredge back up decades worth of abuse.
As such, I've been living in this little place called Clarksville. This town at first seemed wholesome and okay, but like a bitch of a dog its underbelly was and is full of bloodsucking parasites. I've had the displeasure of meeting a good number of them. It sucks, being sweet for them, as they always seem to be sociopaths and with a background in people pleasing as I have, they are attracted to me like flies to the beer light. Clearly, Jose Duvan Salazar, the man who was drugging me and torturing me in South America was right when he said "I have friends all over the world." It appears so.
These people I've run into here all use the same methodology, devils breath, in order to achieve their goals of controlling, torturing, and feeding their wicked little hearts with the pain of others. Sadists, and perverts, the lot of them. Their connections with the underworld are clear just by the tools they use. They've made themselves known because they think I'm not going to remember, but the joke is on them I see, because I have pretty much every time. "No one ever remembers" should be on a tshirt for them all to wear, like a chorus.
There have been people who did this to me whom I have had no problems with in the past, who only after my return from South America have gone out of their way to hurt me. This really does direct them, so Salazar certainly has friends in all of these people. Child pornographers, killers, rapists, and thieves. I am not afraid to say any of this because while they scuddle about in the shadows, I'm strolling in the light, and they hate the light. I've gone public with a lot, and it has been a liberating thing to do. Because I want them to know a couple of things.
One - I remember
Two - I know their faces
Three - All of the images of have of me are probably of an illegal nature, pictures taken of me while under duress, while being tortured, hurt, manipulated. These are crimes against Humanity. I know this may not mean much to some of you, but in the grand scheme of things everything you've done so far has been a violation against my human rights.
Four - The law knows all of our names
In the end, I've had to borrow one saying from Salazar, and from my mother. If one falls, everyone falls. Thing is I already died once, in that print shop. I went to the other side, and from there I was given the choice to come back but was warned it would be a difficult battle. I agreed to it, which means that My Astral self knows that it is a battle it can fight, and will fight, to the bitter end. Every single day since I came back from death has been a gift, from the ultimate source, a gift which I dare not waste. So while you all plot my demise, do remember this: I know where I'm going when I die, do you? When I say this understand that it is with surety and calm that I say all of these words.
And so I leave you with something I haven't done through Blogger, ever. At least I don't think I have, I will be sharing a video journal which I made regarding and over all look at what happened, how I've dealt with it, and how I've learned to protect myself. Remember, cilantro keeps your mind lucid, salt helps you regain some control. Don't forget that the greatest trick the devil pulled was convincing the world he did not exist, or should I say she? Stay tunned, more to come.
A Survival Story
