Collateral Damage from poorly concieved laws

I split this article out from the prior one, they are really two articles... happens often when I write.

I haven't been a lawyer in this particular incarnation, although I was one in the prior one.  But laws involve logic, and it's like a snippet of code in a machine, the machine is the court and police systems.  The best written code is always the most concise code, the problem is understood and the implementation is elegant.  But a lot of computer code is not elegant, Microsoft Windows springs to mind.  And the trend is it only gets worse with time.  And less pertinent to the original goal.

Same concept applies to laws, they inform the systems what to do in various situations, and while most legislators are lawyers, its often lobbyists who write the bills that are introduced and they always benefit someone.  Especially at the Federal level.  Heather at one time got high legal rates because of her ability to write a solid contract in a page or two.  

Texas is a little different from other states and the Federal Government  in that the legislature only meets every two years, so they are not passing laws just to have something to do.  This goes back to the old days when legislators had to travel a very long ways to Austin by horse, then train and now automobile.  Even today it takes 2 days to drive the width of Texas.  It's a very big place.

I had a passenger I gave a ride to from Austin's 6th Street, which is where all the famous bars, restraurants and Joe Rogan's comedy club The Mother Ship is.   It was a big fare and it took me to Jonestown which is near Lago Vista, the home actually sat between Lago Vista and Lake Travis.   

She was a young woman, originally from Tahiti, her father black, her mother Tahitian.  Exotic looking with the mixed Polynesian and African ancestry.  She had left her friends and just wanted to "go home to my babies" which were 6 months and 2. yr old boys.    She started telling me of what she went through, ride share drivers are a bit like bar tenders, hair dressers, people tell us their problems.   

She got pregnant at 17, then married the guy who was violent and severely abused her because that was what family said she needed to do. That didn't last long and then she met her current man, a young black man who truly loved her and her baby boy (now 2).   He was middle class, his family owned some kind of trucking company or heavy equipment company.   His family didn't like this beautiful woman because she had a kid already but the young man didn't care, he saw her for what she really was.   The family pressure became so great the father fired his own son because he would not give up on his love for this young woman.  And he ended up moving into her family's house with her as he didn't have anywhere else to go. And it's a nice house in a gated community, and certainly more than I can afford at this stage of my life.   

It was at this stage I started getting a deja vu feeling that I had met her man, and I remember thinking how industrious he was and what a nice guy he was.  One of those people you immediately like.  But I wasn't sure until I saw the house and I recognized it as the place I dropped him off probably 18 months ago.  She showed me a photo and I recognized him.  What are the odds I'd meet both of them?

The young man had got into a tough spot, not having the income from working for his father anymore.  This "tough love" as some people call it by dumping your kids on the street where they are not yet equipped to deal with it all yet.   Mind you I am only getting one side of the story, and I don't know the complete story.  

He had some pills (2 pills) he thought were Percocet which he sold them to someone in Leander.   He didn't take the pills. The person he sold them to was a junky who had overdosed 2 times prior.  The pills were counterfeits and were actually fentanyl.

Texas passed a law that says if you sell an illegal drug and someone dies, you can be held on murder charges.  That happened to this young man. He's being held on $1.5 million bond. His jail cell mate is a child sex offender who raped a kid and is only held on a $1500 bond.   

Someone did die in this sad tale.  But as to intent, there was no malice, it was a 21 year old in a moment of stress where he thought he could make some quick money.  He did something stupid and won a stupid prize.  He may spend 25 years for a $25 sale of what he thought was Percocet.  He has a very good lawyer, and they expect the legal bill alone will be over $200,000 when it's all said and done. Nobody denies he shouldn't have done what he did, but this kid didn't even have a traffic ticket on his record before this.  He didn't work for a cartel.

The problem is, there are Texas politicians who are touting this new law as the cure for the fentanyl crisis in Texas.  This is a very high profile case in Texas. He's unlikely to get leniency.   When I look at this, and then I look at Hunter Biden's self documented drug history had he has yet to be charged with anything.   

No importer is going to jail for putting these fake Percocet pills out on the street, and it's a fair bet Mexican cartels have bought off some politician, law enforcement somewhere.  That's just the pattern of corruption I have seen too well in Southern California and my home state of Arizona.  Mexican Cartels are part of the problem with the election system in Arizona.

No Chinese embassy person in Houston will be given an earful for this old feud of revenge the Chinese have with the British opium barons/bankers in the early days of Hong Kong and Shanghai which led to the "Boxer Wars" (boxer is an old English term for Chinese marshal artists).  They are doing to the USA and Canada exactly what the Brits did to them.  It is said the Sassoon family got its great wealth from the opium trade to China. 

If things go as the politicians want, this young man will loose 25 years of his life "as a deterrence message to others".  His boys will not know their father.  A beautiful young woman will not have her wedding (which was planned for August but now canceled).   Nobody will be deterred from selling these pills because nobody is telling the young people about this new law.  Law enforcement picked low hanging fruit.  No doctor who prescribed opiates got a sentence this long.  And no pharmaceutical exec will get a sentence for all the people who died from their vaccines. 

All of this is such an utter waste of lives, which could have gone another direction if love without judgement was given in the first place, when these two beautiful humans met.   The once hostile future in-laws now know the character of this young woman, she's sticking with her man through thick or thin.  She has been accepted by the family now, after all this.  The young lady said "in a way I am glad this happened, because if he gets off, he will never do something stupid like this again".  Nobody is denying what he did.  But there was never any intent to harm anyone.  There's a big difference between Percocet and Fentanyl. Fentanyl is even mixed in weed these days.

This week has been filled with stories like this.  Bear with me as I work my way through the emotions of it all.  It's one thing to read a news headline. It's another thing to have actually have met the people. 

I drive all kinds of people.  I don't ask what they do for a living, I've met a wide cross section of humans. 

Some after thoughts....

 

My last post was the most commented on post I have done in a while.  Some thanked me profusely, some cried when a cathartic release occurred in them.  Others couldn't not finish the article because they are in the midst of their own tough moments.  It was just too much, and they never got to the end, which was the whole point of the article. 

Whatever response you had, I did not mean to introduce more stress into your life, but I am not going to pull the article either.  I have, in the history of my blog pulled articles that I regretted writing.  Usually I did this quietly.  Sometimes I was just embarrassed.  

To be honest my article just bubbled up in these energies and it was a venting of a sort for me.  I had to write what I felt, whether it came from deep inside me or what I was feeling in the collective of Earth humanity.  I am not certain myself which it was, perhaps a bit of both. 

The intended audience was nonlocal. Based on some patterns I am noticing in people they are utilizing as news outlets.   

PS I cut out the bottom of this article into its own post above. They were really two articles.

Love you ALL! 

Terran

May Donations

 

May 2, 2024

Hi everyone!  Thank you all for the support you've alway given!  It is greatly appreciated! First of the month bills are coming due and I'd like to raise $800 or better this month.  If you can help out use the QR codes below or click on the donation button on the right side in the web browser version.  PayPal and Venmo arrive immediately, there's about a 5 day clearance on Stripe donations, but for some overseas, it's their only choice. 

All the anomalies that came forth in my local environment seemed to have been a portent of much change.  It's like reality begins changing and stuff flys in through the cracks... lol. I saw similar things in Morocco before I headed to Italy.   I don't expect I am moving anywhere soon, but you never know.   

It could be more a matter "if you build it they will come".  We shall see!  I see some of it manifesting but I think this just the beginning.  I'm being deliberately vague for the moment.  As it's all a bit vague for me how it all plays out.  No expectations, however things flow.

The most recent anomaly was when I got home after a late night of driving there was a bird in my kitchen.  I have no idea how it got there.  The cat didn't see it fortunately, I locked him in the bedroom and I tried to catch it but I called it quits at 4 am. I decided to trying again the next day.  I woke the next morning with the bird on my bedroom bookcase and the cat in hot pursuit.  The bird got exhausted enough I was able to catch it and release it into the woods behind my apartment.  It will live out its life in the wild.

The great song of the Wren! pic.twitter.com/iAniGyUE5J

— Figen (@TheFigen_) May 1, 2024

GW Hardin sent me this email on the bird...

These animal totems started on my 40th birthday when a huge California Condor (a very large vulture) landed in an oak tree outside my office. I asked GW about that thinking it was something awful but he told me it mean renewed life.  That was the time I was rapidly waking up and asking questions about life. 

In Morocco, while showering a rusty sink strainer fell down from the concrete ceiling. How that happened I have no clue. It nearly hit me. I picked it up off the wet floor, thought about it, got the message "people are being sifted out of Morocco" and that's exactly what happened. A little later a swallow bird flew into my apartment at midnight, and the cat I had, "Pixel" was chasing it around, I did manage to shoo that one back out the open window. I looked up that Indian animal totem and it said it was a good sign for sailors, but also could be a portent of loved one dying. My daughter's grandmother died 3 days later.

 

Pixel the Morocco cat

I am working regularly now, not completely out of the hole I got into a couple of months ago but things are definitely improving.  Inflation is eating me alive in the grocery area, but you see that too.  I am only buying the basics lately.

I love you all!

Terran

The Contestant - Nasubi

 

One night this week I turned on Hulu and found this very quirky documentary about one of the first "reality shows" ever created.  It was about a game show in Japan that had people do weird things, kind of a combination of Fear Factor, Amazing Race, Survivor and Big Brother.   For a very conservative and polite people, the Japanese really exhibit their quirky side on TV and Movies, perhaps only exceeded by the Koreans (as in the movie Parasite). 

The director,  felt his show,  Susunu! Denpa Shōnen getting stale and predictable, so he came up with this idea to create a show about a man living in a small room with a small kitchen who had to live for a year off his sweepstakes winnings.  

These sweepstakes area not lottery tickets, or Publisher's Clearing House type sweep stakes, they are promotional ones found inside Japanese magazines and Manga (Japanese comic books) where you have to send in a post card to win a product.  The prizes are not large amounts of money. Things like rice, crackers, potato chips, sugary sweets, fruit, canned food, rice, a set of car tires, etc.  The premise was that the show would be over when he won a million yen worth of prizes, but he also had to get his food that way.   The director wanted to see how scammy this sweepstakes were.

The show does the usual auditions which everyone who has seen the show has seen, but this one is a bit staged.  A man from Fukushima,  Hamatsu Tomoaki (浜津 智明) who was bullied most of his childhood because of his long facial features is chosen. He is a struggling comedian, a talent he pursued in that it made kids like him. He appears to be may be part Ainu, the Japanese equivalent of our Eskimos. The Ainu live in the snowy northern islands and do not look like the rest of Japan and they have more facial hair. His nickname is Nasubi or "Eggplant" because of his long face.  I'll get back to his nickname later.

The show producers take Nasubi by blindfold to a hidden location, a tiny apartment.  There are cameras present but they tell him they won't be using most of the video.  That is a complete fabrication.  They edit the camera feeds down to eight hours then take the highlights from those for the show.   It's the Truman Show before the Truman Show came out a year later.   The last thing they do before they leave the apartment which has electricity, heating and running water, is take all his clothes.   At first he's self conscious and places a pillow over his private parts whenever facing the cameras.  After a while the editing staff have to place eggplant emojis over him in post processing edits for public broadcast. 

Nasubi is the reason the eggplant came to mean penis on the Internet.  The Japanese invented emoji. 

I won't rehash everything about this show, it's best to watch the documentary or the article on Wikipedia. The director is sadistic in that he really doesn't care about Nasubi or his mental state, only his show ratings.  Eventually Nasubi reaches the million yen goal of winnings, his hair and nails now long, much weight loss given how little food actually arrives.  He goes through a state of despair, although he is not locked into the apartment (he seems unaware of that) but eventually powers through that and doubles down on writing sweepstake postcards.  At one point the paparazzi figure out where he is and they have to move him to another location.  After about a year they wake him up in the middle of the night and tell him he won.  

Expecting to go on the show, they instead take him blindfolded to Korea to get his favorite food, Korean BBQ (it's really good trust me!)  They then take him to an amusement part for a day and he rides all the rides and has a really good time.   Thinking he's going back to Japan, they take him blindfolded to a Korean apartment, and they ask for his clothes again!   He nearly loses it in despair!   He has to repeat the experience but this time in Korea and the Korean language, which means he has to first learn the Korean alphabet and language and how to write it.   But he learned a lot in Japan is really good at winning contests and finishes this one in about half the time.  They wake him once again, with party poppers and tells him he won early!   So he's blind folded, ear muffed and taken by car and boat back to Japan.  He's not really sure where he's going and the show is beyond cruel at this point.  

They built a small box room on the stage of the show and walk him blindfolded into it and he assumes he's back in Japan because he can feel the tatami (sea grass) mats on the floor.   Then they pull the roof off to a live audience and the walls fall outwards and he's naked on stage.  

Poor Nasubi is baffled.  He just says "my home fell apart!".  He can't even comprehend what has happened.  They tell him they have been live streaming him the whole time.  Every emotion from childhood cruelty floods through his body, but he's on TV and he doesn't want to disappoint his family or friends back in Fukushima.  So he toughs it out and they give him a blanket to wrap himself and he does the usual celebrity things signing autographs.  The logs he wrote of his experience become best selling books. But he feels horribly used and abused.

But that's not the end of Nasubi's story.  

A tsunami happens in Fukushima, and he can't get there.  He eventually learns his family is fine so he travels to Fukushima to help with the cleanup.  This is where Nasubi finds his calling.  Helping people.  He makes so many friends, true friends, not celebrity friends, or abusive directors.  He finds fulfillment.  Sure they all know who he is from TV, but they know who he really is.

Nasubi decides to go to Nepal and summit Mount Everest.   

There was a man who was warned NOT to go there, nor allow his banking entourage to do those rituals in that sacred place.  It's no longer allowed.  But they did it anyway. A search engine company cybersecurity executive died there in the avalanche, as did people from various financial centers. The man who was warned, survived but got head injuries.  There's a reason there's dead frozen bodies on Everest aside from those that just slip.  You have heard it said "don't fuck with Mother Nature".   You really don't want to fuck with THE ALL. 

In what, I have to say is one of the most stunning documented of The ALL, working through a human being.  The same ALL working through human beings now to clean up all the corruption on this planet.  The same ALL that experiences itself as Mt Everest.  One long laughed at and long suffering light filled Japanese man was also there in that base camp.  Nasubi.  And he was there to help some bone heads out.  Nasubi, one of the most unique instances of the ALL to grace this planet right now. 

A massive earthquake hits Nepal and an avalanche hits and half buries the base came.  Nasubi is organizing the supplies left to survive on, digging people out of the snow and tending to their needs until a helicopter arrives to airlift people injured out.  He doesn't get to finish his climb to the summit of Everest. 

When he returns to Fukushima word spreads of what happened to him.  And the people he helped save.  Locals, and even the cruel director set about raising crowd funding a trip for Nasubi to finish his climb to Everest. 

He said when interviewed:

“I’m in a complicated state of mind mixed with anxiety and expectations about how the people who watched this movie feel. I think this kind of work is probably often made after the main character’s death, but fortunately, I’m alive and well. And many people may think that I am an unhappy and poor person who lives a life hit by tragedy. But I’m never an unhappy person. Because I know that if I have a reliable friend who shares just an inch of happiness and that small happiness and supports me, I can live well with a smile. I hope that people who have seen this movie will think about what is important in living and live a rich life even a little.”

This film got me thinking of many things.  How Nasubi's preparation was for a specific moment in time.  Why did he think to go to Everest at that moment?   

It also made think about how that cruel director, toughened Nasubi.   You may have had a sport coach who was really hard on you, when he saw great potential.  You have had the worst parents on Earth, and that toughed you.  Maybe you were adopted by psychopaths.  Maybe you grew up in the favela's of Brazil.  They say the most interesting people have had tough childhoods.  There some truth in that.  Did you ever see Joe Rogan's interview with Mike Tyson?  Maybe you just had a friend that loved you so much there were just bluntly honest with you.   It was there way of showing love.   But it usually doesn't feel that way at the time. None of it feels good.  But none of that is necessary anymore!   There was once a rule you could only awaken here with adversity.  That is no longer true.

I used to say that with these Galactic Councils, and various "prime directives" (which they all covertly violate anyway) that we are in one giant Truman show.   Always feels like the audience when they say "we are with you!".  You're doing great!  

I was wrong. We are a contestants in a demented Japanese game show living in small boxes and we have to feed ourselves with Federal Reserve coupons with magic sigils on them, food stamps (if you can even get them if you were born here), or whatever way we can to survive.  

Our leaders give away our value to genocidal armageddon-ish nutcases overseas and threaten to place anyone protesting it into the war zone itself! My word! Have you ever seen corruption so blatantly telegraphed?  You know who rules you by who you are not allowed to criticize.   An eye for an eye makes everyone blind or worse dead. 

So Galactics and your "high councils", and inaction by veto and protocol, you want to know how it feels down here?  Use your internet feed and watch The Contestant. Highly recommended!!   

And what "Behold my glory!" Celestials/Immortals that still remain sitting on the fence out there, how well would you do in your silver robes in a Japanese TV game show box living off of coupons and you couldn't just walk through the walls?  

You know who I am.  You know who Heather and the rest of the squad is.   We are here, as human as anyone else here.  As are thousands upon thousands of Universals and a lot of ETs, star seeds and light workers who do get it. WHERE ARE YOU! We're here.