The Clearing Fog

Giann cast his web on her immediately.  A new face. He had the physique of a bodybuilder, the brain of a spider.  She wouldn't know his motive. She thought he was just being nice. At first. Until others told their stories. 

It wasn't that he filled her sparse apartment with furnishings.  It was that he was frequently near her door.  She thought it odd then.  She is frightened now.

She wondered if he had a surveillance camera on her because he always knew where she was.  In the hall, on the elevator, going to the garage to her car.  He paced her everywhere.  He wasn't the only one. But he was jealous of what he thought his competitor was. Another single neighbor in the building who had eyes for her.  She rebuffed him, too.

Giann even asked her about it. That day in the garage. She had her black boots on and was meeting a friend for lunch.  Her first friend here.  But her friend suddenly moved.  Her friend still won't talk about it. She got out in time.

Giann spotted her and moved in. Close.  Fast.

"Craig likes you."

"Now how on earth would you know?"

"I know."

"More like he is stalking me.  Creepy"

She walked to her car and looked inside.  It felt safe enough.

He watched her leave the garage.

Later that day, when she was home inside her apartment, she looked for her level to straight some new paintings she had completed the week before.  It was no where to be found.  She even noticed a few twenties missing from her purse.  She charges everything.

The cash in the safe was intact.  She began to lock the file cabinet.  Shut down her computer. Worried.

A few weeks passed. It was just after one a.m. She heard her front door open.  Bolting out of bed, she could hardly contain her heart. The door closed as quickly as it opened.  Almost soundless.  She ran to the peephole.  Didn't dare open the door.  Her whole body was shaking.  She wished she had a gun but knew she couldn't, wouldn't use it. She went back into the fog.

The following morning, Giovanni was in the hall.

"Getting rid of the hutch, or the table.  I'd sure like it."

She didn't know that he was selling her discards.  Never even mentioned it to her. So much for truth.  But she wasn't going to put up with this bullsh** for long.  That is how she was.  She would take so much.  Often, waiting too long.  Karma was with her.  She found herself.  Her voice.  Her esteem.

"We're watching you," she said as he passed her in the hall.

His eyes pierced hers.  He laughed, more out of embarrassment.  She laughed because he was on notice.  Just where she wanted him. She'd been down this road before and lived to tell about it.  She wouldn't back down. She had come too far.  Now.

The police were notified, though clearly disinterested.  They usually are with crimes to females.  Says a lot about their mentality.  Not all of them.  But enough.

She wrote a note to the property manager about the safety in the building. A carefully written note. Put everything on record. There was no response.

Beth had a plan.

                                                           to be continued...

Coming Home. Again.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, 

to front only the essential facts of life, 

and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, 

when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Henry David Thoreau

Then I went to New Hampshire to use what I learned.  I've been back pedaling since.  No more. You'll note some changes in my blog.  For starters:

"Words" is now blue. Although I am still playing with the background (geeze, can't someone make this easier.  I just want to change the pink to a white or softer shade of blue). Like everything else, in time I shall figure this out.

Things are changing fast.  Are you feeling the momentum? Old ways open the view to new ways.  The blinders come off.  We see things as they are, not as we wish them to be. Isn't it great?

Thoreau would be proud. This isn't the wilds of Massachusetts, it is the seacoast of New Hampsha.  In the vein of changing things, I will be on the computer less.  It served its purpose.  I'm not much for hit and run.  Had that a few weeks ago.  No thanks.  Cost me $500.  I've learned my lesson.  Front end, too.  What was I thinking?

They're been lots of front end encounters lately. They aren't a problem.  They are reality.  And that is what we need.  To do otherwise just perpetuates the fog.  And you know where they keeps us.

I went to the woods

and lived deliberately

Thoreau brought me home 

Where

I've been living in a world I created most of my life.  Always thinking the best of everyone, liking most people instantly.  Until.  Eventually, they show who they are.  I do walk the fine line of this quote:

"It's not what happened to you, it's your thoughts about what happened."

Would this apply to someone raped, violated, unnecessary wars, people who do not defend you because they are wimps?

Fine line? 

Do you stand up for violence, war, pollution?  Do you stand up for everything for everyone else but yourself?  Do friends stand with you?  Do you stand alone? Do you allow others to mooch off  you.  Sponge? 

A fine line. No way.

The line is erased.  I've let too many things continue for way too long.  It isn't their issue.  It is all mine.  I am moving on.  Soon, I will tell you where.

Piecing The Crime

It is raining again today.  Ominous.  Is the air clearing?  Cleansing?  I have had enough.

A trip to the Hampton Police Department today to file a police report was a joke.  The officer wasn't interested in my story.  He kept asking me what I wanted.  He wouldn't even close the door to the room I was in.  I felt exposed.  He said a camera was on behind me.  I didn't bother to look.  The writing was on the wall.  This officer has issues with women? Maybe he doesn't like his job?

"It's job security," he said.

I wondered why I bothered to speak to him after that.  But I did.  I have been violated.  Someone will care.  I hope he put it on record.

"Why don't the police ever believe you?" 

This is more about them than us.  Definitely than me.

I recounted the oddities.

1.  Over friendliness on the part of the maintenance man at first.
2.  Always neat and tidy when he came to my apartment.
3.  Then the questions about money.  My money.  Was I weathy?
4.  Did I have a boyfriend?
5.  Am I dating anyone in the apartment?
6.  He seemed to watch me as I left in the evening.
7.  Conveniently in the same elevator, by my car, outside.
8.  My apartment door would be unlocked.  I locked it.
9.  My level disappears.
10. Money disappears. $20s at first. 
11. Gets mad at me then over-charges me.
12. Leaves the garage door open all day, sometimes into the night.
13. Is here all day and into the night.
14. He is glassy-eyed more and more.
15.Neighbor finds a cigarette lighter in her room.
16. Dirty underwear (not hers) in the washer.
17. Bed ruffled when she returns to her apt. with her husband.
18. He calls me.  No message.
19. Dumps stuff in my parking space and despite asking him to remove it, he never does.
20. Asks me if I think he does a good job here.
21. I come home and the apt. is unlocked.
22. Someone comes into my apt. at night and leaves fast.  I awaken and rush to the door.  They are gone.
23. Apt. is unlocked again.
24. There are knocks at my door happening again. 

That list is just for starters. If something happens to me, at least you know.  The Hampton Police couldn't care less.  I guess they don't like women, either.

Now you have the the story and the record, too. Like my friend said, karma resolves a lot. It is time to move to a safe place.

Danger

When I first moved here, I had no furniture for nearly three weeks. The first day I moved here, there were flowers inside my apartment.  They were sent by a good friend.  I wondered how someone got in to put them on the counter.

Then after the first week or so, I came into the apartment to find a table and chairs and a tv on the floor.  There was no note.

Things progressed like that for a while.  Then there were comments he made.

"Are you rich?" he said.

I blew it off.

There were more comments.

"You are hot," he said.

Again, I ignored it.

My three foot level disappeared from my closet.  He rarely came prepared when he came to my apartment to fix things.  I asked if he borrowed the level.  He denied it.

Over time the comments increased.  He wanted to know if I would date him.  I laughed it off.

Then neighbors began telling me someone was knocking on their door at night.  Things were missing from their apartment.  Beds were ruffled up.  Dirty underwear appeared in their washing machine.  And more things. He was here all the time.  Supposedly working.

He began to know when I was out.  He would meet me in the hall, the garage, the elevator.  I began to wonder more.  I felt alienated.

One night, someone entered my apartment.  I panicked.

Then the urine stains appeared on the dogs' beds.  On my sofa.  My dogs do not urinate in the house.

Tomorrow I will go to the police.  I think he is a voyeur. The maintenance man. I am in danger.    

True Colors

Have you noticed how things are coming to a head now?  Fast.  People reveal who they are.  Recently, I was in a group when an individual made a sexual comment.  Not one person in the room, save me and another spoke up.  Even individuals who normally 'patrol' things like that went silent.  It said a lot to me.

Another group with which I have long been affiliated doesn't see the changes in the political structure of the group.  They adhere to party lines of thirty some years ago.  They don't get it. 

An apartment complex which boasts "active 55 plus community" instead is a docile 75 plus community.  The owners, who live two hours away prefer that. It ensures a steady stream of folks. They are afraid to complain about management as they are just a step from a nursing home.  They do complain about each other and petty things. The property manager is said to drink heavily as is the maintenance man. All are heavy smokers, especially, the maintenance man whose body odor from the smoke makes permeates the air. If you pay him extra, he takes care of your maintenance problems right away.

To the apartment complex's credit, it is the nicest place around, if you don't mind the fact the street lights are not always on; senior citizens have been injured in the dark, that the carpets are soiled and rarely vacuumed;  you wouldn't want to walk barefoot on them. Negligence and safety issues abound.

But what I love with all of this is that all the players are showing themselves. Friends speak about other so-called 'friends' who leech off of them - frankly put, they use them. Good people are refusing to play victim anymore as they move to higher grounds going solo.

More lies from Obama's speech the other night. He was patently who he is. Eventually, I found a delightful music channel and this nonsense faded away.

True colors are emerging. Isn't it fun?!

The 5 most ludicrous war claims in Obama’s Syria speech

Wed Sep 11, 2013 6:4PM GMT

Matthew Rothschild, The Progressive

1. “I possess the authority to order military strikes.”

No you don’t, Mr. President. Only Congress has the authority to declare war, and ordering military strikes would be a clear act of war, thus violating the Constitution. It would also violate the War Powers Act, which says that the President can’t engage in hostilities without a declaration of war or specific Congressional authorization unless there is “a national emergency created by attack upon the United States, its territories or possessions, or its armed forces.” And Syria has done no such thing.

2. Syria’s use of chemical weapons is “a danger to our security.”

Note that four paragraphs later, he said it wasn’t “a direct or imminent threat to our security.” So what kind of a threat is it? Well, a rather tenuous one. “Other tyrants will have no reason to think twice about acquiring poison gas and using them. Over time, our troops would again face the prospect of chemical warfare on the battlefield.” Really? It is very unlikely that some dictator would do this because he would know that if he did, the US would drop a nuke on his head. That was the warning that Saddam Hussein got from the US in January of 1991, and he didn’t use his chemical weapons even as the US was destroying most of his army. If that threat was enough to stop Saddam, it’s likely good enough to stop other dictators.
Obama also acknowledged that “the Assad regime does not have the ability to seriously threaten our military.”

3. “If fighting spills beyond Syria’s borders, these weapons could threaten allies like Turkey, Jordan, and Israel.”

Let’s just look at Israel. Obama contradicted himself just a few minutes later when he said, “Neither Assad nor his allies have any interest in escalation that would lead to his demise, and our ally, Israel, can defend itself with overwhelming force, as well as the unshakable support of the United States of America.”

4. “It’s true that some of Assad’s opponents are extremists. But al-Qaeda will only draw strength in a more chaotic Syria if people there see the world doing nothing to prevent innocent civilians from being gassed.”
Only?

If US missile strikes seriously degrade Assad’s military, they would certainly help the extremists who are allied with al-Qaeda in Syria.

5. “For nearly seven decades, the United States has been the anchor of global security. This has meant doing more than forging international agreements; it has meant enforcing them. The burdens of leadership are often heavy, but the world’s a better place because we have borne them.”

Was the US an anchor of global security and an enforcer of international agreements when it overthrew the Mossadegh government in Iran in 1953, or the Arbenz government in Guatemala in 1954?

Is the world a better place because the US helped overthrow Salvador Allende’s democratically elected government in Chile almost exactly 40 years ago?

Is the world a better place because the United States killed 3 million people in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia and because we dropped 20 million gallons of napalm (waging our own version of chemical warfare) on those countries?

Is the world a better place because the United States supported brutal governments in El Salvador and Guatemala in the 1980s, which killed tens of thousands of their own people?

Is the world a better place because George Bush waged an illegal war against Iraq and killed between 100,000 and a million civilians?

And what international agreements was the United States enforcing when it tortured people after 9/11?

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