The Insurance Company

Another issue that directly concerns me about receipts is the question of my said father’s insurance company. He asked me periodically for my receipts. I had absolutely no direct contact with his insurance. But just before he passed away my father mentioned that this insurance agency would manage his financial affairs during his lifetime. But all his financial assets, upon his death, would go to this insurance agency.

Let me tell you what happened when he died. Someone (I do not know who) threw me out, naked, from his house out on the street. A neighbor, being embarrassed, wanted to take me inside his house. But his woman did not appreciate me going inside. After a discussion, they decided to give me shelter in the dining room. If I made a mess, it was cleanable.

So, there was not money after my father’s death. And the furniture and the houses remained intact. As for what happened to the valuables, including the jewelry remains a mystery to this day.

When my parents occupied the house, it was selling for $750,000.00 or thereabouts. However, the mayor of the city said there was no reason to leave everything. tact. What would I do so that it would be? Suffice it to say, I sold the house, and I have no proof of the fact, for $110,000 and I would waive the price if the man who got the house took care, as much as he could, of the messy financial aspect. To sum it up, the money and all the valuables disappeared pell-mell. The estate was in a mess. So much for good intentions.

So, I go back to my receipts. Did my father’s insurance agency claim they were responsible for all the purchases I made in that difficult and dangerous time when I amassed them for my cultural activities? And if they did, did they claim that they were supporters of my activities? How come they did not support my health situation? The only thing I can think of is that an unknown entity used the receipts for their own purposes.

 

Speaking of those receipts

I am not the only person who has been in this kind of situation. I have been in a residence run by an austere religious order. On the non-believer’s side, the staff gave me periodic instructions to avoid contact with the religious community. I have always thought it was not to contaminate them with my non-believer jive. So, I had a while time to observe two communities: the community of artists to which I belonged for a while and a deeply religious group of women. I noted that one had a reputation for being extremely poor and overly frank while the other, the religious community, was very wealthy but had taken a vow of silence. I wrote about this.

Life is fun. I often refer to Aesop’s fable of the Lion and the Mouse. The lion considered the mouse too small to pay back a magnificent lion for his good deed. Time would prove this wrong.

One fine day a group of devotees came to talk about the two communities and the fact specifically about vows of silence. The people who have associated with me have silenced me for years. This is why I write. I have a great fear of dying without having my wishes respected due to the simple fact that I cannot speak anymore.

This group said to me they have a terrible problem in the religious community. They are commonly bound to a vow of silence under bad circumstances. Such was the case of one lady who happened to have been particularly important in the French-Canadian music scene. I do not remember everything exactly except that she did not necessarily join the austere religious community in desirable circumstances. This was quite a terrible thing. The problem was, not only were people forced to take vows for distinct reasons, but they also had the unadmirable problem of the distribution of wealth and important personal items. Horribly to them, their assailants were routinely getting acquisition of all their important possessions. Okay, so force in the clergy is a huge problem. Perhaps an unsurmountable problem. But the vow of silence, which is routine, also does have the undesirable effect of having horrible people get all their stuff instead of the right people, the people they admire and love. After years in seclusion, if they would come out, people sworn to silence would be unable to rectify the situation, and this would be until death.

So, here I am talking about inheritance. My inheritance. Can the issues I am dealing with also be the issues they were working to fix?

For example, those that would be my companions shut me up effectively before I went into the residence run by the austere community. Sometimes community workers marginalized themselves but also by said family members and friends. It has often been the case, before I went anywhere near anything devout, that I have been in the company of people who not only were content but insisted on a one-way conversation. This involved me only listening to a complete monologue. This habit seemed to go from person to person, from social situation to social situation, and has been going on since the late teenage years.

But As I was eating my Saturday lunch, I realized that all the stuff with the Insurance company and the receipt taker that I have been writing about might be just the reasons this injustice is continuing in this austere religious community. They have all this money, and they do not have any possessions. But no one over-talks about what happened to the possessions they had before. Or what happens to the few possessions they cherish. Except one time, they came to me in a group to talk about it. Again, imagine significant others in your world horribly assailed you and successfully so, for a lifetime. (I feel the same.) But at the same time, imagine how it feels to have your special stuff, even your fortune, go to perfectly terrible people to you, simply because people that associated with you dictated that you must listen to their monologue in silence. It is my experience that a group of people condemning someone to speechlessness is not an issue at all. It is time.

Incidentally, one of the injured parties used to be a famous French-Canadian vocalist and composer. Immensely popular as well. She came out, at my suggestion, years ago to tape under her old stage name, a comedy routine. In this comedy routine, I told her, and she did it, to mention the people who were dear to her. And she did.

I had the opportunity to listen to her on our film day in the senior’s residence before someone left. I did not understand everything) but I certainly recognized the lady, and I knew what she was doing.

Again, let us leave aside that in the courts it is the men and the fathers of our society that decide the fate of women in terrible times of social turmoil. If it is not to solve the time to solve this problem, then at least we can aim for one thing. Let our possessions, even the authorities that confiscate them, go to the ones we admire and respect, not to people who have hurt us or even strangers who claim stupid things about getting these things with the injured parties’ permission.