Letter from a Homeless Woman
September 16, 2010
I have been struggling to survive.
In fact, even as an amateur writer, I have been chronicling my story into a book entitled "Shattered Illusions of my Survival". Writing gives me an outlet to pour out my pain and suffering.
It would be great if I could somehow earn a living at writing or even public speaking and motivation to warn others what NOT to do; since I have noticed over the decades, that when I speak, people are drawn to me and want to hear what I have to say. I often analyze problems and devise solutions. I am drawn to topics involving justice, relationships and communication whether in society or in personal situations. I once had several radio programs, did I ever tell you? In one of them, I taught a book I had written, in 13 segments or classes. I enjoy teaching people, because I have had so many tragic experiences, that I truly wish others to avoid the same pitfalls.
I need to find a way to earn a simple income in order to pay a simple rent on a small studio apartment. Because money is the solution to this dilemma of homelessness, I am desperately trying to find a way to earn money. We don't live in a society where some benefactor will open their heart and home to me and let me live with them, perhaps as trade/barter to be their housekeeper, cook, bake and clean, or even a home secretary for them. We live in a selfish world based on money. No money, no housing.
We also live in a world that demands certain "experience" for jobs and even if I tell people I can learn the job, they don't want to hear that. I am about your age, in my early sixties, and cannot do "standing on your feet all day" jobs; poverty and homelessness do tend to exhaust you much faster than you realize; both physically and emotionally.
If I were a wife that would be my joyful "job" but I don't have that luxury. I have to find a way to generate money in order to end my homelessness. Some people are blessed with good family and friends for their "time in need". Unfortunately, my family is very dysfunctional going back 4 generations and they simply do not respond to my situation as normal loving family members would ordinarily respond. Tragically, my own 5 children refuse to open their homes to let me live with them.
I have unusually harsh karma and my hardships are beyond most people's comprehension. I have to walk several miles to just get milk. No one truly understands what I go through to survive.
One would think that the basic foundation of my family's religion - orthodox Judaism, is to help the needy, with food, clothing and shelter. Yet not one of my relatives will help me. My family hold grudges of hatred against me for putting my children into public schools after my husband abandoned me while I was pregnant with my fifth child. He lied to me, cheated on me and stole from me, but this is okay and people overlook his misconduct. I don't see human qualities of mercy, kindness, compassion, sympathy from my family. No, there is no support system there. This is a painful saga, and I know people tend to "blame the victim". But others had a hand in destroying my life and putting up obstacles.
I do believe my father was either an Illuminati or something similar. He tortured me by not letting me sleep in a bed; I had to share a sofa with my sister and he would sneak in at night and shut off the heat, so we would freeze in the living room, which had 9 windows. He did secretive mind control and hypnosis on my baby brother while he was asleep. He had a collection of books on mind control techniques and after he died I read them and realized he practiced those techniques on me and my siblings. I spent the first 7 years of my life in a crib. That is torture.
True human kindness and compassion on the part of someone would help me. I made the tragic mistake of believing the lies of a fraudulent business whose members posed as professional teachers and healers, who in reality are severely mentally ill, demonic, deranged, sociopath dangerous predators who exploited me so thoroughly that they broke me down, inflicted a heart attack on me and made me homeless.
I have not recovered since then, 12 years ago. I am now almost 62 and I don't know how much longer I will survive this homelessness. "Unarius academy of science - the new world teaching center." Those charlatans, con artists have never been held accountable by any state or federal agency or judicial arena. They continue on with their false advertising and marketing schemes to lure more victims whether to rape them as they did to me, and/or to financially fleece them as they did to me.
They basically promise the public to heal and teach them, and then sell them useless books and classes; they have no professional licenses or degrees to teach or do therapy. It is merely a scam to defraud the public; the gullible naive unsuspecting vulnerable public. I sued them twice and the corrupt courts ignored my information and evidence.
Kindly excuse this long missive, but I don't sleep much. I sleep about 2 hours per night so I sit in the dark and write. I am inside a store with permission of the owner. But I am still homelessness, this is not a home; there is no kitchen or bathtub or shower. I do have a hot pot for boiling soup or tea.
Stay out of California and especially San Diego; it has a peculiar evil energy grid to it. It has a "reversal energy" which most people deny, but I see it and sense it. The energy tends to magnetize certain people who are not normal in a greater proportion than I have seen anywhere else. This evokes greater pain and suffering, without any resolution. I just want my situation to end, so if you say prayers, please say one for me.