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.
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