Giving this person a chance at a new life is what I’m writing about
Sunday, Nov. 8, 12:03 AM
I have so much on my hands that I may have to just give a report here for now.
Go-Fund-Me has put us on pause because, they said, neither of us is an American citizen. Nowhere in the signing-up procedure did it say we had to be an American citizen. Then there was a suggestion that we are in the wrong Go-Fund-Me (GFM) area. Perhaps there’s one that’s just for Canadians.
So we are sorting things out. I’m hoping for cooperation from GFM. This is bringing us perilously close to running out of funds and facing what I don’t want to have to face.
I don’t know what to say about donations. You can continue to donate and hope the fundraiser will be released. You can donate via the Hope Chest and it will be forwarded to me and from me to Andi. You can wait until the pause has been taken off the fundraiser.
I am so sorry that this has happened and have asked GFM to clear the matter up as soon as possible.
Breaking News! Would you believe that a neighbor of mine has seen this fundraiser and knows Andy’s situation. How coincidental is that? Thank you, Michael!
I met this young lady in October, as she set up a tent in a nearby park, after escaping a rough domestic scene. I can attest to Andy’s consistently great attitude and sunny demeanor, despite her difficult challenges. She’s smart, and very good with people. Andy’s dog is quiet and loving. She needs a home and a job, and she truly deserves both. Organizer Steve is also a neighbour who’s been looking out for her, too. I ‘m happy to donate to help Andy get back on her feet.
We are at $1800 $2205 $2212 on Go-Fund-Me. None of it has filtered down yet, awaiting “verification.”
Andy is in an Air BnB, which is not a long term solution (too expensive). Your contribution to rebuilding her life is welcomed: https://tinyurl.com/2ntsapnt
I am being blown away by what is happening here.
A young woman flees parental exploitation (the scam where “foster parents” take the child’s welfare payments) plus violence and lands here in Vancouver without a penny in her pocket. She gets help from a local society to the extent that they donate a tent and sleeping bag, pillow, etc., to her. That’s it. Off you go and good luck!
She’s turned loose in a neighborhood that has never seen practically anyone camp in this particular park. (A few drunks may sleep it off on a bench.) Vancouver is quiet. There are no outbreaks of violence, except for the triads and gangs shooting each other up in the faraway suburbs.
But it’s still definitely not a neighborhood in which a young, 29-year-old girl should be camping out at night, etc.
I saw her from my window packing an infinite number of bags around and thought she was an old woman doing an impossible task. So I went down and discovered that she was a young woman, with arthritis, which made her look old, carrying an impossible number of bags to the lower end of the park.
So I suggested that she go to her new location and protect her possessions and I would carry these bags down. And after that she sat on a chair I fetched and told me just the barest outline of her story.
But let me not ramble on. I can do that on another occasion. The amount of work I face in my own apartment is daunting, washing her blankets, washing everything that has been in the open (for bugs), organizing the remnants of her “old life,” removing the tent … before she calls and we get together! I have to remove myself from normal writing and, if and when I do write, switch to awareness mode.
It couldn’t come at a worse time with discussions of election fraud and all.
Perhaps think of me as reporting from the front lines for a day or two.
***
The thoughts are streaming through me. You and I are participating in the reconstruction of a life. This is no different than treating the displaced from conflicts in Russia/Ukraine, Gaza/Israel, etc. A casualty of life has landed on our doorstep, not the next state or province, not the next continent, our doorstep.
And what are we going to do? Everyone around me is saying, “Oh, she can….” Fill in the blanks. Get help from United Way, the various aboriginal societies, on and on.
And what am I going to do?
Bloody…. Anything I can. I can’t stand to see this. A homeless person on my very doorstep and I’m not doing anything? Inconceivable! What the heck am I writing about????
I’ve been homeless, twice. It’s a depressing condition. Sleeping in your car, if you have a car. Washing in a coffee shop. Eating … whatever. Having no friends.
On the contrary here. We (you and I) are participating in the non-medical, non-psychological, nitty-gritty reconstruction of a life. “Andy” talks to me exactly as my circle of friends do. Magically in emergencies, the usual gulfs disappear. It becomes like “Don’t lecture me, bud. Just throw me a life ring. ”
The minute you hear she’s a native girl, the likes and dislikes start magically appearing. I feel no difference from her. AND she is going to starve in the freezing cold out there, no matter who she is. Who the hell cares if she’s a blue Pleiadian? What are you going to do? (2)
She is now out of the cold, temporarily. I’ll be visiting her new digs later Sunday, with her laundry! I’m crossing my fingers that it’s an acceptable place.
I didn’t ask for this. The Divine Mother brought Andy across my path. And it isn’t a time for excuses.
***
I’m in awareness mode now.
Awareness mode? I’m an awareness writer whose assignment it is to go up along with everyone else and write about it. For those who don’t know me, I serve the Divine Mother, Archangel Michael, and the Lord Arcturus. In between incarnations, I choose to hang out on Arcturus.
Andy said to me, in text, that it was no accident that we met. I don’t for a minute believe it was either. I immediately thought of how suitable she would be as an adviser on making the world work for the Canadian native population once the Michaelangelo Fund opens up.
Michael once said to me, do you not think we are capable of bringing the right people to you? (1)
Yes, he is. But I have to recognize them when they appear. And some decisions are so hard that I deliberately make the wrong choice. And live a lifetime to regret it.
So, yes, in my view, we are watching and participating in the reconstruction of a life, from nothing back to normal again. And sustainable.
And then comes NESARA and med beds and replicators and she will never have to worry again.
Until then, I feel towards her like an elder brother. Not wealthy but definitely there for her and appreciative of the obstacles she has to wrestle with, no matter what – painful arthritis (which med beds will cure), a Pit Bull for a pet (whose aggressivenes pet beds will cure), people she’s fleeing from, and a gut-wrenching poverty.
You and I are seeing to the last condition. A quickly-approaching social safety net (med beds, UBI, no taxes, etc.) will take care of much of the rest. And a new lifestyle (replicators, free energy, anti-grav technology, QFS, QVS, etc.) will take care of all else. Of restoring her to the normal lifestyle we all live, in the security of our homes, with much fewer concerns about the future.
Must go. Have my laundry to attend to. Then organizing the chaos in my apartment, and marvelling that life could change so much for me in just a few minutes.
If you wish to be part of the reconstruction of Andy’s life, I’ve discovered Go-Fund-Me. Hop on over and make your statement … I mean, make a donation at https://tinyurl.com/2ntsapnt with my gratitude.
Footnotes
(1) Archangel Michael: Do not think that you do not have and that we do not have the power to bring you the right people. Or that you do not have, in your own divine authority, the ability to call forth, to create and bring to you those people who are a perfect fit.
So that there isn’t an adjustment period, a honeymoon period, a cleaning house period, because that is not… [desirable?]. Yes, there are going to be adjustments. A team can be your inner circle of six or seven and it can also be an outer circle of thousands – it is still a team.
From the person who wants to sweep the floor at night to the CEO, you are a team. And, each team [member] has equal value. But it is appropriate that the CEO does not tell the maintenance how to sweep. And the person who is sweeping does not tell the CEO how to implement the vision. It is all simple. Everybody has a place and every place is critical. (“Transcript ~ Archangel Michael on the Source of Power and Authority, An Hour with an Angel, March 9, 2017,” at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2017/03/18/transcript-archangel-michael-on-the-source-of-power-and-authority-ahwaa-march-9-2017/)
(2) Two memories are driving me. The loss of my mother to a housefire because, I told myself, I *** didn’t do enough *** to get her off barbituates. And, two, the two times in my life when I’ve been homeless. I keep bursting out in tears thinking of how lonely it must be for Andy. *** What I thought she needed most of all was a friend.*** [My emphasis.]