Tales From The Shelter – 10

At the Silly, you’re supposed to stay in a position of weakness, say, like a lamb.  This makes for good faux biblical posturing and keeps you in a state of servitude while the heirarchy plays God.  Their mission statement reads that they are non-judgemental, but that’s only as long as you stay in the field and go , ‘Baaaaaah’.  Signs of strength, like pointing out what may be oh-so-wrong here land you with threats of being kicked out.

Right now I’m on precarious grounds because it so happens I have the gift of healilng and help people out with all sorts of ailments like back aches, sore knees, headaches etc..   My councillor told me the manager says I’m not supposed to be doing that here as it’s against the rules and for my own benefit.  I asked how this would be for my benefit and was told that someone might complain that I hurt them or a treatment didn’t turn out right and damaged them somehow.  I said I was fine, that I’d been doing this for a long time and the closest any came to being hurt was because they were silly enough to move their neck around while i was working on it.

My councillor told me the manager thinks this is against the rules and he’s looking through the book.  I said I thought that perhaps the true concern lay with the Silly as they were afraid of liability.  She denied this.

So why, in a place that says it’s non judgemental , would they want to stop someone from doing the work of God (God in their terms).   Call it what you want, energy work, Creator coming through me, whatever…..all I know is a higher power comes through me and people feel better, they’re pain taken away.  How would I know the answer to this and why would I even bother to question much about it…I would drive myself up the wall so I just accept it.

But if the Silly is a house of God , are they jealous or afraid because their spiritual enlightenment is not as  advanced as mine?  I tread on delicate water here as don’t want to sound like I am in some sort of advanced position, perhaps it’s best I say that I have discovered how to tap into a level of energy that most people have not reached.  It’s not a big deal, but don’t tell me I cannot heal people in your building, your building which sits on unceded First Nation’s territory, and not use First Nation’s ways to help people.  This brings us back to the concept of conquering, oppression, and genocide.  Really, it’s not much different from how Residential Schools operated.

Meantime The Six Nation Lacrosse Team has been denied passage to Great Britain using Iroquois issued passports to play in a tournament.  They are told they have to use ‘Canadian’ passports.  Why?  Lies are told, like how every person in this nation is Canadian.  OH?  And since when did the conquering of a people make them nationals of the conqueror, that’s what I want to know because this country still does not adhere to Queen Ann’s Royal Order of the early 1,700’s which says all First Nations must be dealt with on a nation to nation basis , with a third, neutral party included.  This has never happened, never taken place, making Canada a nation in fraud and treason unto itself.

I’ll wander around the councillor floor today to see if the manager has found the ‘rule’ that says I cannot do healings here.  This could be interesting.

Meantime, retarted Martha has a new friend, for now, and the woman is strong and talks over Martha instead of the vice versa.  I cannot thank myself enough for telling Martha she is not to speak to me…it’s like avoiding toxic shock syndrome because really, she’s like a used tampon or something.  I know it sounds gross, but she is gross…perhaps not by any doing of herself, but she’s staying in self denial as isn’t ready to look at herself, perhaps because her childhood was too heinous.

Welfare Wednesday , or Mardi Gras as it’s called, falls on this Wednesday.  The sirens will be going all night, the crack-heads spending their cheques in one fell swoop, the welfare recipients looking like vultures for the persons on disability because we get slightly more.  It’s also the start of the Festival of Fireworks, so I’m sure the crackheads will somehow have an augmented high….imagine, paying $20 for a piece of rock that will get you high for 10 minutes.

That’s fucked.

CMA Shows Canadians Stigmatize Mental Health

 A recent Canadian Medical Association poll suggests most Canadians stigmatize mental health.   Is it any wonder???  The Oligarchy chose the word ‘hallucination’ to tag what indigenous peoples call vision.  What once was healthy and helpful became ‘bad’…they only wanted the priests to have that gift.   But check out STEVE….how will he handle this talking dog next to him?

Steve: ok, like you’re talking so I must be dreaming.  Maybe I’ve been working too hard.  I’m not mentally ill though, that’s for losers.  Um, like, did William Lyon Mackenzie King send you here?

Doggawd:  What do you think, Steve?

Steve:  I think maybe Tom Flanagan is paying a practical joke on me.  Tom, is that you in a dog suit?

Doggawd:  Wake up buster.  Why can’t you accept that I’m a real dog?

Steve: Because I only listen to cats.   Talking with cats is not being mentally ill.

Doggawd: Man oh man you missed the boat on that one!  Who’s your medicine person?

Steve: A regular doctor, why would I go to a quack?

Dawggawd: Maybe you are….DUCK!  Haha, sorry, bad joke.

Steve:  Nothing’s wrong with me that a good bandaid wouldn’t fix.

Doggawd:  Uh huh.  Heard that a million times.  Why don’t you try listening to your own heart?

Steve: Now I really know that dogs are nuts.   It’s the doc’s job to listen to my heart.

Doggawd:  No.  The system, doctors and your parents shut down the ability for you to listen to your heart.  Somehow you took it upon yourself to be GOD….you’re going to get a crack for that.  Start to listen, beyond the tic toc tic toc.

Steve: SECURITY! Quick, there’s a mentally ill dog by me.   Arrest and detain at the nearest psyche ward!

Doggawd: Woof.