Being Naked and Nameless with the Power of Attorney Given to Someone else

I was contacted a couple of years ago by the Public Notary represented by a woman who seems to know my brother and his wife very well.  I unfortunately have had some less than savory dealings with the woman in the entertainment industry.  She has taken away my musical works on more than one occasion and has said she wrote it (or someone else did).  As I recall she did not hesitate to use hypocrisy as well as physical force.  But this was a long time ago and the woman wears a different hat.  She is a highly placed legal representative of the government marred to a highly placed husband. She has said she is a catholic nun to me.  I do not know if she is telling the truth because at the same time she talks very casually in Yiddish with my brothers wife.  As well I know her face from the psychiatric ward of the  Jewish General Hospital. She was there very frequently when  came to volunteer in Occupational therapy.  Also, she was in the original production of Rock of the Ages with me.  And she is also int he new production that came out in 2012.  She plays, very unfortunately, an extremely powerful Church woman.  I was in the original production and I played a not too connected but very talented creative something or other.  Nothing very important to society like her.

the reason I am mentioning this is that we had both met in a whore house somewhere in California.  She was, she said, being mercilessly beaten.   I remembered this recently and I said to my psychiatrist that we in trouble together in California years ago. He said, absolutely no way are comparable. the woman is a very high and successful member of society with much position and influence. And I Have spent my life being homeless. we are in a word, different social stratus and shie in no way came out from that whore house the same of me.  Not to mention was she a perfectly respectable character with great influence in the church in the play we were in.  She also got married to a high placed lawyer at the time. I remain, for a lifetime, defiantly single.  And this is not a pretty thing for a middle aged woman to be.

Anyways this is the woman that my brother contacted and with him gave him and his wife the right to power of attorney over my affairs.  this means, among other things, he can do what he wants with my money.    Combined with a hostile will that was written by mother this is a lethal combination.  It does not help that his community is people with many "grandmothers" who do not every leave the house and who do not often wear anything but flimsy housecoats.  These "grandmothers"  are used mercilessly.  Their welfare moneys is taken away from them because they "do not need them". Also, they are be no means often much older than the people who call them grandmothers.  Without recourse to a good haircut and color or makeup or even, as I stated, clothes to wear outside these woman looked old to those who have money and a spouse.  And therefore they get the name Grandmother.  On the way to becoming grandmothers, they endure a fair amounts of beatings and much  homelessness and being subjected to the cold from living outside.  Couples with anonymity due to identity theft, they, after a couple of years, of maltreatment all to docilely accept the name 'grandmother' and the position of a stupid and unpaid lower quality domestic/slave.

I for one am a person who takes the loss of a name very seriously.  My brother is barely civil.  And his extended family even less so.  Not only that his children are of child bearing age and of need of a grandmother to do everything free. So someone has to just 'casually' call me 200 and I am listening in heightened reality.

This leads to several consequences.  One is that I do not really enjoy the woman who has given the Power of Attorney to my brother. She has told ne that if I do not have $600 on the table before I speak to her, than do no bother to talk to her.  Another I am looking or rather listening to this man who calls himself my brother very evenly.  enough to remember that the man is no way related to me but has taken the name and position of my family. As did the man who has called himself my father for the last thirty years.  this has been done very brutally.  the people who were my 'parents' before were also not legitimate.  But for the purposes of this article, suffice it to say, they were murdered brutally and I was in no way treated anyway other than a captive when I 'found' another family. Who by the way, took all my possessions and my names as well. I did not complain because I had beaten for a really long time before.

A Day without Gas in the Cafeteria and Calling me 200

A couple of months ago I caught someone referring to me as number 200.  It was a chilling moment, something that remains in my memory like a knife.  Right now, i wake up unable to sleep and once more take the computer to state my case.  It looks like it dear reader; I have no other recourse but to write when I want my opinion stated.  I live in a residence run by nuns and it is now several years that I am unable to speak or ask for the even most basic things.  For example, for two Tuesdays we have been served very light meals.  So light when I am finished eating I am too weak to concentrate on my work.  This is how I know if we are eating well or not: I can see if I can move after the Meal or I have to lie down for yet another infinite amount of time. they wrote on the bulletin board where the meals are published: we are having a day without gas.  I suppose this means a couple of things: not uncounted are the digestive problems that people experience after meals: such as flatulence (hence a day without gas).  Also too much gas can also be taken to indicate peevishness due to, again digestive problems and a bad mood.  Not the least of reasons for a day without gas is that yesterday was penitiant Tuesday.  Before, we would have remembered the day by not eating meat.  Now, we are not eating much at all.  But this is off the topic, let me get back to the idea of my losing my name.  And what it means financially.

It has now been about a year since my mothers death.  Much to my unpleasant surprise, the will that was made when my father died has vanished without a trace.  Not only am I left at the mercy of a cruel brother and his many associates, the house has been almost emptied and I have no pictures and no possessions that even show I have had a family.  Every month my brother writes me a cheque (actually several) for a very meager sum of money.  As a matter of fact it is no means I have to think very carefully before I go out to buy a proper amount of food.  (see the paragraph above about my weakness after our meals).

Luckily, the social welfare system has contacted me and has reinstated my pension.  thank god because now I can get some work done.  I work slow but I am getting things done.  without the pension,  I shudder to think what would have happened if the financial situation would remain solely in the hands of my brother and his family.  One thing is clear.  The relationship that I would have to endure with any kind of 'family" I would happen to have would be based on beatings.  And the harsh specter of human trafficking is right next to me at this time.  I fear that my identity will be taken away from em permanently.  That is why my brother has said so clearly that he will not give me a thing. I cannot even believe that the man is left to do this without anyone saying anything about.  But he continues to say it and my god he means it.  For now, God bless them ,t he social welfare system has come through.  But My pension is called Last Resort financial assistance. The name is a warning and I am afraid of it.

Beginning the Search for Fathers Will - March 10,2015

Hi Dr Hoffman,

I hope that you are enjoying your day.

I have just started contacting significant others about getting the certificate of death, social insurance number, and will from my father.  tempers are running high and I am afraid there will be a reaction.

Its just for you to keep in mind.  I spoke about it to my brother yesterday morning.

10:30 p.m.

And I have just spoken to my mother right now.  I will be contacting the notary that was supposed to have handled my fathers decease very shortly.

4:03 p,m,

I telephoned the law firm that created my mothers will.  I was told by my brother that they took care of the details when my father died.  I was called back by the Notary that wrote up my contract giving my brother the power of attorney over my affairs and also who wrote up my mothers will at 4:03 p.m. She said that it was not the notary who signed the certificate of decease but a department in the government.: the civil department.....death (sic). Also she said it was not her firm that made the will for my father. she said my brother should have a copy.  I did not bother to ask her for my fathers social insurance number since their company did not have a hand in creating the will.

Summaary

To reiterate as to what I am doing. I am looking for the will that my father told me about before he died. I am aware that I was not to receive any money immediately.  But It is imperative to start looking for a better place to live, now and when retirement age sets in. The difference in the sum that I will be receiving as stated in my  mothers will and the one that my father made, is extremely large. So it is important to establish whether or not my fathers will exists.  This is why I asked these questions.

Again I am writing this letter just in case of untimely complaints about my charcter or sanity at this partiular time.  Also I am not looking to move at this time. I am just looking at what is available. This is very important to state too.

Sincerely,

K.V.

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