Santa Monica (Bryan Kest) Power Yoga Instructor, Trained & Certified (Quintana Roo/Tulum, Mexico)(2005)
A 3-week, 200 hour in-depth immersion in yoga thought, philosophy, and practice including but not limited to 100 hours of Hatha practice and meditation, 100 hours of learning the multi-dynamic possibilities of asana and meditation, as well as Satsang, Sanskrit, kirtan, noble silence, juice fasting, and a 10 hour master Iyengar course.
Spiritual Illumination & Leadership (Kansas City Metro Area, KS & MO+)(since 2002)
Expert on the Indigo/Crystal Children phenomenon, healing, and in-the-Light, all-natural lifestyle-related topics, featured in The Edge, KC Wellness Magazine, http://www.childrenofthenewearth.com/, http://www.planetlightworker.com/, and The Kansas City Star. Featured speaker for the Psychic Studies Institute (Unity Temple on the Plaza), UMKC's Communiversity, The University of Kansas Medical Center's Interdenominational/Interfaith Alliance, Gardens of Delight, UCOP (Unity Church of Overland Park), Unity Temple on the Plaza (independent event), holistic healing centers & spiritual bookstores across the country, etc.
Full-Ride Division I Scholarship Athlete (Volleyball), Summa Cum Laude (3.95/4.0 G.P.A.)(DePaul University)(Chicago, IL)(2000)
Conference USA All Freshman Team Nominee. DePaul University Athletic Department’s Jean Nordberg Award recipient (DePaul Athletic Banquet), given for excellence in leadership, personal character, and academics. (Senior year Co-)Captain. DePaul University's College of Commerce's Honors Marketing Program (by selection). Bachelor's of Science in Marketing.
The State of Iowa's Class 3A Player of the Year (Largest Class at the Time)(Volleyball), Salutatorian (3.99/4.0 G.P.A.)(Wahlert High School)(Dubuque, IA)(1996)
+ (Athletic Stripes in Reverse Chronology) Mizuno 1st-Team All-Star Selection
1996 Class 3A State Champions
1st-Team All-State Tournament
1st-Team Elite All-State
Mississippi Valley Conference "Athlete of the Year"
1st-Team All-Mississippi Valley Conference
The Telegraph Herald 1st-Team All-Area
Drishti of the Day:
New Paradigmatic Enlightenment Services:
If U are sincere and have pure intentions, you will immediately be seen for that. These prices reflect an acknowledgment of the capitalistic society in which we live, believes that the best in class deserve to be paid accurately 4 their gifts, and that, in an ideal society, the enlightened would flow money power, if such a thing even existed. It also believes that $ means nothing to the truly powerful, but creating Utopia, so to speak, according to the rules until they R different, is also the place to be.
- · LEARNING (Ashtanga-based)(Santa Monica) POWER YOGA &/or MEDITATION (with many types of influence—primarily Zen Soto [Buddhist], New Age/Metaphysical, & “the kind yogis do in class”) WITH ME-$85 4 1 Personalized Lesson. U may purchase a pre-paid group of 10 sessions for $800 (8-mo. expiration from date of purchase, intended, ideally, for use within 1.5-2)(non-refundable, non-transferable, however, unused sessions may be donated to other students in financial need prior to their expiring). No “traveling” fees in this Movement, except over 20 miles. Please inquire with interest.
- · EMF BALANCING TECHNIQUE (Phases I-IV) and SPIRITUAL ILLUMINATION SESSIONS-Advanced Energywork and Spiritual Teaching & Guidance-for truth & healing to the center of your being from an “awakened forerunner Indigo/Crystal Child” (That means “Spiritual Luminary with a high level of spiritual acumen & accuracy”). $200 per session (Typically, 1 hr.-1 hr. and 15 min.).
- · SPIRITUAL ILLUMINATION-BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT and IMPROVEMENT FROM WITHIN for sole proprietors to corporations. $100's-$1000's, depending on project. Please inquire.
- Cash, check, & money orders R acceptable methods of payment. Amy Jin may be reached at EternalLove47@aol.com with inquiries or to schedule.
- Spiritual Illumination Sessions can be done in person, by phone, and also in writing (electronically or hand-written). Energywork can also be done over the phone.
- -Donations to fund positive Activities, spreading Santa Monica Power Yoga-based teachings and lifestyle, traditional Ashtanga Yoga, traditional meditation, and wisdom teachings from myriad traditions that help to awaken and enlighten a people, regardless of physical location
- -Donations to back a Physical Location/Income for my teaching and this Movement
- -A Contemporary, Cutting-Edge Web Designer on donation/trade with the Movement to provide 'Net presence
- -Others in Mass Media to donate Promotion of the ideals/ideas examined here for the enlightenment and spiritual dimension of those who would benefit from this Movement
- -A Network of Elite Healers to Exchange Holistic Healing/Spiritual/Conventional Medicine/(Holistic) Dentistry Work on Trade, who R committed to excellence in their practice, with teachers and leaders of this Movement
2011 Lovers of This Spiritual Movement & Amy Jin's Work: Given Resources, Products, Services
- Jessica Schifman, Power Yogini (Overland Park, Kansas)(Kansas City Metro Area): Intuitively and custom-made lifestyle products-Please inquire about intuitively-made Power Yoga Mat Straps. My latest is about the beauty of the ancestors (Native American power!) and the Buddha.
- Sarah Brent, Amy Jin's Co-Captain from DePaul (Volleyball)(Bella Vista, Arkansas): $ supporting the Movement!
- Lauren Naylor & Focal Point Salon (Phoenix/Scottsdale, AZ): Haircut & rockin' purple hair color *TRADE*-turned-Love Offering to Love Yoga: The Movement. A beautiful team effort on Mayo Blvd. to rep Beauty on this list (www.focalpointsalon.com).
- B.J. & the Metro Motorsports/RideNow Powersports Peoria team* (Peoria, Arizona)(Phoenix Metro Area): YAMAHA Zuma 125 TLC & industry friendship. And they still have my hot chocolate! Become less of a burden on this planet by supporting the rockin' hype color, fun, sensitivity, creativity, style, & opportunity for self-mastery, better operation of all motor vehicles, & personal expressiveness through Motorsports wherever U R (http://youtu.be/lWCK-pq3qDQ)!
- KEY: $=$1-500, $$=$501-1000, $$$=$1001-10,000, $$$$=Over $10,000
2012 Powering-The-Yoga Supa Humans/Collective Efforts!
- Jessica Schifman, Power Yogini (Overland Park, Kansas)(Kansas City Metro Area): An Amy Jin-encouraged Power Yoga mat strap line, finally developed! I was rockin' one on mine while teaching in Kansas City before any yoga brand came out with similar concepts. "Gold" has been donated to Love Yoga: The Movement (www.lillybit.com).
- Dr.Joseph A. Magno***, Author, retired Associate Professor of Philosophy at Loras College, and healing practitioner (Dubuque, Iowa): $ for the journey/to support me/the Movement!
- Sarah-Mom and Sam-Dad Schmelzer**, former Dubuque Internal Medicine Business Office Woman & Golden-Day John Deere Dubuque Works Laborer, respectively (Dubuque, Iowa): $ to raise the current official vehicle of the Movement, my YAMAHA Zuma 125, from the dead and get it back on the road for the first time in Iowa!
- Northeast Iowa Community College, one of the top ten community colleges in the nation (by the Aspen Institute)!(Peosta, Iowa): Provost approval and leadership (who R Power Yogi/nis!) hoorah!s to post Love Yoga: The Movement flyers and class times at both the Peosta campus and the Dubuque Center locations. U can't get more enlightened than that! Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement, both, support the development of enlightened human beings, a more conscious, intelligent society, and delighting in the enchantment of learning thru whatever excellent means necessary!
- Brett Albarado, fellow Light bringer, a former colleague at the horrifying Unity School of Christianity at Unity Village, MO (Red Wing, Minnesota): $ given in the truest spirit of tithing to this Movement.
- Please note: All Love Offerers are listed with their permission. All who support The Movement R encouraged to receive due recognition and karma for their actions thru this section. Please be aware that there are also those listed who since have been terminated, in regard to their relationship to myself and/or Love Yoga: The Movement but, by my choice, will continue to be listed until I determine to axe all mention of them. As always, may all beings receive their due and righteous karma. As a Catholic schoolgirl, I learned it was once said, "Whatsoever U do to the least of my people, that U do unto me." It wasn't mentioned what would happen when U hurt or harm one of the most significant souls, or on that same token, help them, because it hopefully requires no explanation:
- **On spiritual/psychic probation by Source.
- ***Energy no longer allowed to affiliate with Love Yoga: The Movement. Period.
The 2013 Honorable Love Offerers of Love Yoga: The Movement
- Wal-Mart-Dubuque, my hometown's location of the American retail giant (Dubuque, Iowa): A gift certificate to provide all-natural/organic food for the upcoming Ashtanga/Power Yoga Film Pow-Wow & to Love Yoga: The Movement, in general! Thanks to Jennifer, Cash Manager, for taking the time to hear my vision, the resistance to help by other Food & Grocery people in town, & taking about 3 seconds to respond enthusiastically that "Yes!" they'd help and "Thanks for all you're doing!" in a society where genuine gratitude is a rarity. Now, that's Power Yoga leadership. Way to step up to the mic, Wal-Mart!
- Brett Albarado, fellow Light bringer (Seer, Channel, Reader...), former colleague at the "The-Indigo-Children-Will-Need-2-Get-Their-Own-Movement!" Unity School of Christianity at Unity Village, MO, multi-purpose Maintenance Mechanic, vehicular healer, & an all-around amazing incarnate Angel (Red Wing, Minnesota): $$$ donated to Amy Jin, Love Yoga: The Movement, & the spread of wise, conscious, intelligent creation of the world's future, from ground up, as a celebration of the existence of universal love that transcends belief.
- Monks Kaffee Pub* (Dubuque, Iowa): An original, A&E & consciousness-supporting concept on Bluff Love Offering the space and media equipment for our Love Yoga: The Movement May 26th Ashtanga/Santa Monica Power Yoga Film Pow-Wow & Satsang, giving everyone another home off our yoga mats!
- Bill Finn, President of Scorpio Productions & one of the first "regular" Power Yoga practitioners in this area! (Dubuque, IA): For being the bridge that led to the connection for the event with Trish Feldman, Monks Kaffee Pub's awesome Co-Owner, who relayed, "They're TOTALLY excited to host it!" Music & chai officially makes the world go 'round.
- David C. Moeller, Lead Tech Coach for the Dubuque Community School District & dedicated, front-row practitioner in practice! (Dubuque, IA): $ given with gratitude, in class & with class, to Amy Jin & Love Yoga: The Movement for the spread of Is-ness on the planet.
- Anonymous (4 now)!, Food leader of the new paradigms represented by Love Yoga: The Movement (Dubuqueland, IA): $ generously given in faith to The Movement, exemplifying keeping one's word, leadership by example, the power of right alliance, & working positive karma in integrity. Cheers to alliances kept solid thru enlightenment & real effort on both sides. "Clean food" is also about chi. Think "U R what U eat."
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T/9.17.2013: I officially support Movement-related eating at TAIKO JS & SB under the seeming transition of leadership to Allen Lin, New Kid & Love Yoga: The Movement supporter.
Eat sushi & Japanese food! It's good for ya! And fits perfectly in the modern-day yogic Tapas of a 2013 United States of American Ashtanga & SMPYoga-inspired asana practitioner. Fire up our disciplines with newly run coupons in various media & some Spicy Tuna.
P.S. When U open your eyes, it's all yoga.
Enlightenment to all that lives.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Curious--Does my family during the most nightmarish times still trump yours on your family's good days when it comes to functional or the presence of caring?
When you're around people like me, do you nod & even speak in my direction but away from people like me, or my presence, think, do, say in lower-road directions?
Do you have a pattern represented in the wrong mentioned in my reports from the "real world" outside of the self- & life-learning opportunities that I lead that U do nothing about? Do you realize that you have a choice, and we'd rather have you on our team than have U join theirs?
My issuance to you--the soul challenge in it--on those original questions is: Will you.
Get right with your soul today--from the inside.
Soul Fire & Purpose,
Amy Jin (Schmelzer)
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame--
Date: 7/10/2013 2:49:52 P.M. Central Daylight Time
All things considered, supplementing the growth of Love Yoga: The Movement from Watershed Cafe here in Dubuque, IA--now, by the way, under not Donahue & national media's fire for being "the most racist city in the United States of America" but the federal government's for institutionalized racism via HUD!--seemed to be going all right. Draining, as usual. But what do U expect when you're way overqualified & over it YEARS ago?!!?
Apparently, the 99% perfect early attendance record, superior customer service, natural love and ability in Food, transmitted via hard work doing everything in the restaurant, non-smoking, mind-body-spirit health consciousness, eco-friendly attitude, & drug, & most of the time, alcohol-freeness, & on top of that, being solicited after my 1st shift, taken out for drinks by Mike Bries, the owner, about potentials in Marketing, Consulting, & Business Development (My natural abilities, inclinations, intentions, & smarts obviously are hidden completely), did me in AGAIN! because I embody teachings about enlightenment, bhandas, breath, authenticity, & SOUL while people with flying "f" words, strip club & porn movie experiences, coming late, wasted, & lazy 2 work take the cake. Literally. Like they'll all be at work today. And after getting hit on on a regular, then asked things like if I wanted any soy sauce with my lunch on break by Breezer's boy who grudgingly came in & helped several shifts in the last few weeks, then had the gall to yell at me when we got busy about, "Come ON, Amy! (Translation: Do the grunt work of 10 people--not 5 while we marvel at how U have the energy to do it in the 1st place)."
First of all, it's "Amy Jin."
Secondly, I'm not a ninja. At least by you. I'm a yogi.
And you've just helped this place join the American Wall of Shame.
July 4th, Mike is absent. He needs a manager but doesn't have 1. Instead, he leaves DAN, who used to run Courtside but was "tired of their s**t," to run the place--probably mainly because I started deferring to him somewhat as leadership when I started there because I told him he looked like my teacher out in L.A., Bryan Kest. The restaurant is dead, so Dan says we're all supposed to clean. He comes in an awkward, dictatorial manner, after I cut up a bunch of onions, that I need to clean "that entire wall," & everything on it, from "there to there" be4 I go.
Well, then we start to get a little busier, so besides bussing tables & taking orders & answering the phone & handling money (The only 1 probably in the entire place who can honestly say I've never stolen anything--ever), I'm trying to ask what or how to clean, for instance, the dough machine.
He gets torked when I ask where the cleaning supplies are. He asks how he would know. Wow, I thought. Another person who can't handle energy or their own stress level & takes it out harmfully on others.
He insinates, somehow, when I stand there like, "How in the world do U clean a commercial dough machine?" that I'm stupid. Flashback to school, being recruited into IT out of college, & still being there to hear him say it without a scratch on my legal or soul record. I say nothing. "U know, Dan, sometimes it might not be because someone's not smart ENOUGH that they can't figure out a menial task but because they're actually so smart that the menial task is hard to figure out," I said as I walked by when I finally figured out where the broom was. "Yeah, I'd like to see that," he said AT me. "I think I'm showing you right now what that looks like," I said.
This is the same guy I'd had a good conversation with just that morning about the 80's heavy metal screamer band, Ministry, he was blaring when I walked in. On time. Ahead of time.
And the same guy I'd sat & talked to on a parking spot block while we waited for Mike to let us in one day, telling him who I was, where I'd been, & what I'd noticed about Dubuquers missing both the infrastructure, leadership, and opportunity to grow within most businesses I was aware of. I told him that, along with my vision for growing my teaching in this area, I hoped to positively affect tapping the potential of some of the talent and leaders that were literally stuck in this area without any appropriate avenues to share their gifts, particularly within small businesses like the Cafe. I didn't say that Mike had pretty much put out an interest & talked about an offer then pulled it back. Maybe when he sobered up.
So imagine my surprise when perhaps after another sentence of banter about my intelligence level, he SCREAMS in the direction of the front window, "SHUT THE F*#K UPPPP!!! AND CLEAN IT!!!!!!"
I stood up, "EXCUSE me?!"
"That's what I said!" he said--Something like that.
"Wow," I said. Everyone tells me, "Don't call Mike. He's with his family." Meanwhile, this douchebag's threatening to send me home saying, "Don't raise your voice in front of the customers."
So I held it in.
About 30-45 min. later, still cleaning the wall & all the crap I clean AS A MATTER OF COURSE cuz I'm a CLEAN PERSON, I call Sam & Sarah at the house. I say that this country's a fricking joke, & I want to be sent back to South Korea. I'm tired of wasting my time. 2, I call Mike & say I think he's about 2 lose me because on top of being projected onto & told I'm of no value to society or anybody by the people who used to be my adoptive parents, Sam & Sarah Schmelzer, on a regular basis, for years, & then have them saying, "What's WRONG with YOU?!!! (Translation: Why R U not a pee-on sheep like us & the people we like?), & going from 1 overqualified, dumbed-down position to another, with co-workers who can't just see that 4 what it is & have fun & compassion for me in the meantime. He says he'll investigate. He asks to talk to Dan. After a while, Dan comes out, quieter, telling me genuinely that "the machine looks good." Then, he follows thru with an earlier threat & sends me home.
The younger people there who I can't relate 2 because I don't have any in or out of jail stories or any illegitimate children say or do nothing in my defense, even though the whole place has become more professional and uplifted since I've been there. Even though I've defended or cared for them in clear ways.
"I just want to make sure it's clear, though," I say to Dan, AND to another girl who works there, be4 I leave, "You call me stupid. And I'm now getting sent home for it." He just shakes his head & blahblahblahs.
Well, imagine my not-surprisedness when today Mike meets me in front of the restaurant. I'd called him over the weekend, actually, & said there were some things happening around the Movement in the area & that I might need to shift or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission & R able to keep themselves pure. And tells me he's going to have to basically fire me.
For not stealing.
For being fun.
And genuinely interested in people's lives.
And caring about them, even though I don't know them.
And working while other people go out to smoke.
And fielding their questions & natural interest in the yoga I lead.
And having the mental, spiritual, & intellectual capital to help with forward movement.
For being pretty ideal, actually.
When everyone else is not.
Again, making me the minority.
Until yoga starts to take over the city, awakening more & more people to the bulls**t that's going on & has been devastating our country & hurting more & more people like & not like me. Until most of them R too broken & sad to do anything about it.
I say, "I know I'm overqualified. I know I have authority that I have no title or salary for. And U know what? I'm not asking for that. I'm asking for people to know who I am while I'm here, show some respect, not speak to me in 'f' words, & have some compassion for my situation. Why is that so hard?!!"
All he could say, as he looked down, is, "I don't know."
And Sam & Sarah's response???: Quote of the day from Sam: "Why don't U go live with some of your people? If they want 2 be your family, that's fine."
When I made him repeat that, he stopped dead in his tracks, "That's why U deserve to be sued for everything you own."
I said to tell both sides of the family that--cousins, aunts & uncles, everybody--because they're never going 2 see me again.
He said, "They already know."
I said, "Oh really? What U just said?! Well, you tell them I said, 'Good-bye' and tell them that I SAID to tell them what U just said."
He can't even look me in the eyes--There is still a secret to be aired about he & I.
And they can't figure out how I'm so done with them & parts of this society that even if I wasn't chopped up into 10 million bits in those regards, I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole.
"Why don't U go down & ask Mike why he let me go today?"
No answer, "U don't get along with anybody. You don't listen to anybody."
"That's STILL your answer?!!! Even now?!! After the millionth time I've proved you wrong?!!"
Meanwhile, Sarah's running around issuing her usual, can't-believe-she-was-ever-my-mother insults.
She finally shut up when her constant, "You need to get a REAL job. U need to 40 (or whatever she said) hours per week!!!" when I said, seemingly out of nowhere, "Yoga is going to rise up in this city & overtake all evil and corruption. Including you. It is."
So if you're one of my practitioners, I'd no longer consider Watershed Cafe's pizza "good." Toxic, if not heartbreakingly bad, might be better.
But, in his own words, Mike Bries will help me in any way that he can--recommendations, references, etc. And not just a "good" one but "GREAT!!!"
How in God's name does that work.
Wish me not losing hundreds on the apt. that now the multiple-ish person in MY OWN HOMETOWN has now thrown into jeopardy.
No Mercy 2 Those Who Are Not On My Team.
Koh, Jin Hee
Subject: Re: *+American Wall Of Shame--Watershed Cafe (Dubuque, IA): De LY:TM--W/7.10....
Date: 7/10/2013 3:07:28 P.M. Central Daylight Time
The corrections: "He says in an awkward,..."
"Maybe becuz he sobered up."
"shift (Add: my schedule) or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission who is able to keep themselves pure.
"to (Add: work) 40 (or whatever she said)"
"But, in his own words (Add: this morning), Mike Bries will help"
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Acrobatics and Acro-ish influences swung in and out of my journey into Santa Monica Power Yoga Teacher Training, into establishing myself as a "real" yogi trying to plant and spread the seed, the Consciousness, the rewards in Kansas City.
Chinese acrobatic performers catching my chi and attention by landing in about every city I have, signs cropping up at the few places I frequent with frequency.
Amidst the community full of watchers to my daily yoga practice in the "studio" part of the state-of-the-art "Fitness Center" at the apartment community in Phoenix, where I was both taking refuge and taking a stand, a living sage and a yogi and little else, there was one former Las Vegan, also demolished by the Recession & its aftermath, who literally stared with his mouth open and his eyes glittering (Hi, _______. I hope those Victoria's Secret Angels R smiling pretty for you). He rushed me after my practice with his young daughter, with many questions, "I haven't seen anything like that since Cirque Du Soleil!!! That was amazing!!!" Thank you.
The magic is in the Breath.
Yesterday, I finally rented "Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away," since I did not get to see it in the theaters, as my interest had been interested in doing. What helped me decide is, last night, the thought of not hearing words soothed my being.
The freedom in the bodies, the purity and/or beauty that I saw, was nothing less than Bliss-created. Bliss in expression. There was Satya in it. And yet, when it boiled right down to it, I thought that maybe if any of these beings did go into the Light, perhaps their lives were not given for saying so or explaining it. Just to do, and to show, and to love and pass from this Earth as that. It was not my mission. Right now. Perhaps it is already written in our breastplate--of what we R made and in what way we will serve this universe. What gifts and how.
Would any of us know God, systematically especially, if there were not prophets, messengers, and Teachers who spoke bravely, wrote the books, the texts, the manuscripts--the writing on the wall, so to speak, and literally?
Perhaps many of us now can just watch the Light spectacular in color and effort, glistening, radiating purely out of a being literally set afire, spinning like Rumi in his Zero Circle, but originally, as energy, as vibration, with creativity and feeling and compassion burning a hole, almost, thru his or her heart, as passion, rage, love beyond I.D., terrifying sadness that covers the planet and spills over into the universe, realizing that Love is still the choice as it gives to the maximum capacity it can give while screaming, crying, climaxing, and flying, all at the same time.
In that One breath.
It is all there.
That, for me, in my experience, is Yoga.
In that reality, Source is.
I am nothing else.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
New Addition!: Designworks Salon, Wellness Spa, & Retail Center (Dubuque, IA)--From the E-Update Flow
True Story: Despite so-so intuitions, at best, about them in the past, from both a possible employment and tapas (yogic lifestyle) perspective, I decided to give Designworks Salon, Wellness Spa, and Retail Center a try upon landing in Dubuque last year, when I finally was in any sort of position to do so, following a New Client discount given 2 me by Sarah-Mom.
Over the past several months, I've touched base with them and the 1 or 2 other places in town involved in "green" Beauty, in the back of my mind due to my interests with Love Yoga: The Movement, in part just because it's an area of interest and, obviously, everyone needs to get their hair cut (Though I have tossed around the idea of shaving my head several times, and today would be a perfect reason to do just that in protest).
My 1st visit created for me a "New Customer Card," during which point I had a certain amount of months to use really rockin' discounts on a smattering of Services available at Designworks.
I ended up using all 4 of 5, though I admit I did a couple of them just to be nice. They were nice, seemed to enjoy my energy in the place, and some of the service providers were (seriously) considering coming to class.
Not the last visit, but the one before, I was checking out, and I was debating on the gratuity due to the fact that it was not a good job, not a great brand of product, further confused by the well-meaning Receptionist who ended up consulting me on my math (which was actually correct, at some point), resulting in a lower tip than I'd intended.
I went home, fixed my file job, and noticed major chips already the next day in my manicure, that I normally do myself (self-explanatory).
Anyway, when I got my bank statement, the amount from the confusing check-out actually was higher than it was supposed to be. I e-mailed them immediately, stating I didn't want to assume they'd fraudulently try to take extra gratuity, but here's the amount I thought it was--Plz reply.
A slew of e-mails said that they were really sorry for the inconvenience, that they were aware there was some confusion at the register. They eventually said they'd talk to leadership, and finally, that they'd just refund the 50 cents.
Uh, yeah. What in the world. Whatever had happened, all the way up until this point, I didn't even care anymore. I just wanted the bill settled without them trying to tell me what the tip was.
Today, I received a voice message from the 2 owners--Lori and Penny--who I'd been told wanted to make sure that "everything was o-kay" and to ensure that customer satisfaction whatever's were in place. Instead, Penny says something along the lines of, "We think that there's something strange going on...and we think U need to go somewhere else."
My mouth dropped, but the American Wall of Shame was right there, with all its other disgusting inhabitants still existing, operating as if they weren't harmful to us all, "Wait a minute. What did I do wrong? All I did was raise a flag about a mischarge on my statement, and now you're saying that if I called to schedule a service there, I wouldn't be allowed to? That I'm not WELCOME there?!"
That's exactly what she said. In the insane calm I've heard multiple times now from women of her demographic all across the country, she said, "You have a good day now. You have a good day."
I called the police for direction when I couldn't find the Better Business Bureau's number. They gave me the Human Rights Department number, "Yeah," I thought, not even wanting to think what I could've naturally thought given my past interactions with them. My short convo with Carol(e) Espinoso?a? was the same as usual. I explained the situation & said, "I think I've been banned from Designworks for questioning what amounted to 50 cents on 1 transaction." "Well, yes," she said (Sounded so much like the Mad Hatter in "Alice in Wonderland"), "She can definitely tell you to not come back for that."
I laughed thinking about the Human Relations Specialist for the city I'd thought about throwing my application in the ring for the past day or so. And make THEM the boss of my wisdom or intelligence--I DON'T THINK SO!!!
On the ironic side, I now hear that people pushing for 10-20% off their bills and free meals, bullying the employees, at TAIKO Japanese Steakhouse & Sushi Bar, has reached a noticeable high. But Dubuque's not still one of the silliest, most backwards places ever--which is why I said to Carol(e) Espinoso?a?, "Oh really? You don't think it has anything to do with race. I highly doubt they'd do that to my WHITE MOTHER."
It never stops. Maybe society, including the Human Rights Department, will stand behind a racist restaurant that kicks me out for life because I choose orange juice instead of coffee
Let me reiterate: Scandal, corruption, &/or everyday sin/ignorance, not looking to head elsewhere anytime soon.
These R the places that do this kind of violence to my energy or their relationship to me.
Just warning U.
*Image of Amy Jin in Supta Virasana on pavement (Phoenix, Arizona-2011)*
"I ask that life stop being a cliche...so that I no longer feel as if I have to go away to a mountain in order to experience a context--any context--that is real besides the ones I, alone, create."
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
When I found out about the gig at McGraw-Hill (See the account below), and before I knew I'd take my resume straight to the training staff, I thought in the back of my mind, "If I start getting the run-around here, I'll call (so-n-so--my old baby-sitter) and ask her to raise me up to where I'm supposed 2 be." She'd worked for the company for a long time after teaching in the Chicagoland area and, I'd always heard, had had a highly successful and happy career.
Her father has seen me around the YM/YWCA and took some interest in my class a Saturday or two before he stopped me more recently, as mentioned. He said something like, "Did your hear what happened to (my old baby-sitter)?" "No," I said. He detailed how (sounded like recently) she was called up one day and was terminated over the phone, after 9? years at the company. Over the phone. See ya!
I told him I was bullied out of a ground-level job I was overqualified for, here in Dubuque--par for the course, in my experience, I said. That seemed to throw him for a loop and add a new dimension to what he was telling me.
I think she went to the University of Chicago, not DePaul, which is the only reason I can think of why she might've gotten a cleaner and more high-quality boot than I did. (Sigh) Back in the day, I had reservations about being an Asian dork by shooting for Ivy League.
Oh well. Here I am, for the time being, raising up conscious and awakening human beings like they're my own kids. It's a totally extraterrestrial experience that keeps me centered in a Love state. Hot.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
We can do it, Iowa.
It's somewhat too late to get ahead of the game, since 2012 was the hottest year in Earth's history, which just came out in the press, undeniably due to global warming, so stand up for making the choice to honor the Earth while U're here, trading in 4 a hybrid, learning to ride, using your feet. Riding together. Place yourself in a better location so that you completely diminish your driving time.
An enlightened society would place biology first. The Earth's and our own. This is a huge element of the Tapas of a modern, United States of American yogi/ni, from my teaching/leadership/perspective.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Some of you R aware of the scattered external existence I've maintained trying to lead this Power Yoga Movement, not excluding the time here in Dubuque/Iowa all of 2012.
Some of you R aware that I finally left TJS&SB at the tail end of October after a major sexual harrassment incident with one of the leaders, after which he did everything except weep at my feet to not sue him. So I chose not to, even though Spirit said I should.
But when all you see in some of these places is drama, get your pure energy pulled into that drama, have it used to amplify & add color splashes to all the drab and ugly ick that fuels other people's lives, it's not far from saying U'd rather not than be "helped" by these places, if helped at all.
After one too many power trips by Eddie Hwang & Rose Chuang, the husband and wife team who own it, especially when so many patrons, as usual, assumed I was the owner--or at the very least 1 of their kids--and going Urdhva Dhanurasana for them whenever possible, only to have my schedule slashed for shady reasons, I told her by phone to go screw herself, basically, when she told me, "Not on the schedule next week! Call next week!"--("Wow, I'm really quitting.") There was no hesitation when I said, "I don't think I'll be back."
I accidentally called there once, months later, and Eddie answered the phone. I thought he was going to cry, "It's good to hear your voice."
Apparently. Because the week after I left, the cops busted in there & arrested the dishwasher--a woman. And either before or after that, the rockstar chef who has a violent, stalker girlfriend/wifey, was arrested for some kind of assault on her, which was probably self-defense, being that she also used to work at TJS&SB & was thrown out of there for ranting and raving about something, which continued down the road when the chef started sleeping with everyone else, including stalking people in the parking lot during business hours, slapping one of the waitresses at a bar downtown when she saw her with aforementioned dude, & threatening to kill her. In between rumored drug deals. Classy. And classic for where I've found myself trying to find my imaginary mountain to climb back up on.
Well, after I walked, I guess everybody quit. Like everybody. But the place has a high rate of returning quit/fired employees, so who knows? I guess everyone misses the wild stripper stories from half the wait staff who migrated over after East Dubuque shut down or watching everyone else have a screaming match with Eddie or Rose and then quit because of one of them--likely Rose.
You know, during Power Yoga Teacher Training, Bryan shared with us that he bussed tables when he first started teaching in L.A. I don't know if he went to college, but I do know that he was a rising star at YogaWorks before, reliable WOM has it that he didn't get along with leadership at YogaWorks or had his own way of wanting to do things (There might be 1 or more other well-known yogis of his generation who actually had the same experience there). Enter Optimal Enchantment/Randall Cooley and Bryan's interesting cast of characters who helped him have and maintain the space now known as Santa Monica Power Yoga East, where 130+ people (still?) line up on Santa Monica Blvd. to do any one of Bryan's classes on Love Offering basis, dropping their money in an ornate wooden box before they leave.
Even though that track has opened to help me, as well, unfortunately, it's during these head-shaking times where restaurants all over the country have bombed, and continue to bomb. Not only has the "finding my own corporate job back to back myself" idea not worked at all thus far, but the supplementary income track hasn't been working for me for a while. In fact, when I was living down in Phoenix, & after I returned to IA, joking had turned to half seriousness when I said, "I think I need a bodyguard." After yesterday, the consummate anti-gun leader spent most of today wondering if investing in a piece wouldn't be a good idea.
So fast forward to mid-December--just a mo. ago. Rose's son, who helps run the restaurant when he's back on break from U of IA, freaked! when he found out not only that I quit but also that, mass exodus-style, kind of like my first job out of college in IT, so did everyone else--and I mean everyone. So he begged, and I set certain expectations in a short-term agreement to return to help over the holidays FOR HIM. After all, Rose had left for Taiwan (It wasn't clear if it was spontaneous because everyone hated her or planned) again, & he & I had a pretty solid way of teaming up to run things smoothly as silk, when allowed.
Helping over the holidays turned into being seduced into helping beyond the holidays, so I reached a crucial juncture where I was looking at, "Hmm. Am I 'going back' to this, or should I draw a line?" Some cool people I liked working with had all come back, too, so I played it one week at a time and was offered whatever nights I wanted next week. I was supposed to say what I wanted yesterday.
Instead, Eddie (as the kid at Kwik Stop in Key West said best) went "PSYCHO" on me. I could spill a lot of people's desires at that restaurant out on the street, but instead, I'll say that it was a power trip. At least getting reamed this time wasn't about something he was flat out WRONG about, like usual, after which he doesn't even apologize, and had increased in frequency before I quit the first time as I became more comfortable and carrying authority not only as the in-house yogini but as the overqualified Front of House Manager/possibly something more, being taken advantage of as a Hostess.
I mean, there were 2 tables left before we had a closed book--one for 10, one for 8. I set up the last 2 reservation tables of 7 & 8 at those two tables, respectively, and after he had taken the risk earlier of power tripping (again) by telling me to put all reservations at separate tables, instead of together, as usual--to which I questioned it but just did it, even though I thought it was risky, he has the gall to come out and SCREAM at me, "Why did you put the 8 at B1 and...[the other party at the larger table]" "What? It's totally arbitrary. They're the last 2 reservations, & now we're full, as planned--It's 1 person difference. It doesn't even matter." SCREAMING!!! Slammed his fist down 2 inches away from my body on the Hostess stand, while I stood there in heels, staring into his soul. Grabs the phone violently out of my hand--hurts my hand as he does so--"GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!!!!"
You know, it was rumored that I was a "favorite" of the restaurant's--leadership included. And so, I couldn't help but smile, for some reason, after he stormed away, even though I'd just been attacked for absolutely no reason.
Maybe it's that I was told by the bartender's girlfriend last weekend that all the guys at the restaurant "want to marry" me.
Maybe it's because there was clear speculation that the son back from Iowa liked me and, suddenly, I wasn't there because of my connection with Eddie but my bond with his somewhat contentious stepson.
I thought about leaving after I'd grabbed my things in utter disbelief, but instead, I Kali-style'd back in, rounded the whole restaurant, before finding him standing like a Chinese soldier in the main dining room. I grabbed his arm, looked him in the eyes and said, "If you EVER come at me like that again, I will call the police." He yells, in front of his whole, full dining room which, ironically, happens on nights when I'm working, "Go ahead! They're waiting for you!" "No, they're waiting 4 U, Eddie," I yelled back.
So I went over to Kwik Stop where 2 kind of squirrely guys, possibly in a mildly disrespectful way, were working in a pretty empty store (This was a little after 6P) and told them what happened and called the cops.
We had to call Dispatch 45 min. later? to make sure they didn't get lost. I told the now compassionate, cool Stephen guy who offered me a drink on them & had asked for the whole story, that I hoped this wasn't the Dubuque Police Department's way of expressing their priority on violence against women in professional environments. A stream of conversation about my life, my travels, Power Yoga, places in the country he'd like to see (He had never really been outside of Iowa except to go to Chicago once!), my torture in overqualification, etc., which turned into him trying to recruit me to work for Kwik Stop! I laughed, "I don't know. I don't think I can do this anymore. I've seen this [meaning the Eddie situation] way more than I can say, and I can't do it anymore." He was totally encouraging, so I promised I'd touch base with his GM & ask about Marketing or what they had available, but, if nothing else, tell her that Stephen was a rockstar. "You even say my name right," he said excitedly, "No one says my name right!"
The cop shows up an hour later? I become acutely aware of how freaked out I've been about almost everything bad that's happened to me in the past several years but that I've never been "home" when it's happened, nor had I ever been as perfectly aware how literally no one cared. Not a single person. Other than caring strangers.
I remembered angrily how some of my closest friends and family members yelled out, possessed by the Devil, via E-MAIL--when they hadn't seen or touched base with me for years--how I'd made it up!!!?!??? and when that proved itself completely asenine, that I DESERVED IT--my former best friend/teammate/roommate from DePaul going so far as to use the Law of Magnetism--something I illuminated for her and her husband--a partnership I encouraged into being! to tell me off!!!?? about racial discrimination, bullying, and wrongful termination (in multiple, strung-together incidents). Insane. Like Newtown, the gang rape victim over in India, and both of them when they also lost their corporate jobs in Peoria, IL at Caterpillar, not too long after I left mine. They deserved it. Not only did they deserve it--they CREATED IT.
That's about the time any normal person starts softening to the idea of purchasing multiple guns.
The cop was actually awesome, albeit ridiculously late. He said he would go over & "have a talk with Eddie" since, technically, I could have him arrested for what's called "simple assault." That means the person doesn't even have to touch you, just get violent in your direction/personal space. "Disorderly conduct" at the very least, he said. That would've been helpful when Sarah-Mom, the lady who raised me, actually did attack me when I came back under similar circumstances in 2010, but that time, when I called the cops here in Asbury, one of the responders was Harley Puthoff, I believe it is, whose creepy wife baby-sat when the parents went on vaca when she worked with the Sarah-Mom at Dubuque Internal Medicine. So diseased corruption and backwardness, ignorance, bigotry, and injustice persists, oftentimes because people don't do what's right but help their so-called friends and neighbors with their cover-ups.
It came to me in Spirit the other day during a walk that "there's no one left to enforce." That Spirit meant the law. Because so many have fallen to disgrace. So what we'll be left with is a society of lesser evils? What bothers me is "that has no desire to change or be led another way?"
Allen (the stepson) had called more than once. I finally talked to him--heatedly on my part--and it's not good for them. Having said that, if you feel like some blood for supper, you might be able to find the next Hostess' in the sashimi since the only thing left is for him to jack her if she takes off from her Hostess stand with her left foot, not her right.
TAIKO Japanese Steakhouse & Sushi Bar has officially joined Amy Jin's "American Wall of Shame." I've chalked them (both--Eddie and Rose) up as a waste of an Asian checkbox.
Do or die,
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Pass it on.
My true yogs & others,
Today was the close of a very long court situation stemming from a questionable parking ticket I received months ago on Bluff Street (left side of the street after turning right off Loras, a few blocks before the library), amidst a barrage of old and new signs that seem to confuse one another, rather than highlight clearly what U're supposed 2 do.
I want you to know that there was a rider on this final circumstance for me, personally. That was before the launched attack on me earlier by the people who raised me and before I knew I'd then be violated by Sedona Staffing Services/McGraw-Hill less than a week later. No big deal. I don't like you--today--so how 'bout I take your livelihood from U?
First, our taxpayer dollars are being wasted by the process of appeal in this city. After feeling that my good faith request for consideration wasn't even considered by Tim/his Parking Services Dept., not being able to get a straight answer on whether or not they had the power to overturn or show mercy in the situation, and being told that they couldn't see how I found the signs confusing at all, I decided to take this to court on principle, as always. I felt strongly it was the right thing to do. I felt almost in a burgeoning way that there have been other people taken advantage of or in the right in similar situations who've run scared from the "authorities" and their scare tactics and simply paid their tickets.
Our money was wasted the first time I met Crenna Brumwell in person (You will see her involved in the Safe Strides Human Rights case I opened earlier in the year, listed on the website), which I assumed was to actually see a judge and get some straight answers but, instead, was a wasted afternoon of waiting forever--way after the incident--in a courtroom full of people, only to get called up to sit with her and an unknown assistant, to hear, "So you do want a court date? Why would you want to do that?"
That's a given! You're getting paid for this AND dragging this silly thing out even further now?
I have to mention that one of the last times I got in trouble for anything--other than in instances of getting killed for standing up for the truth alone--was when I received a parking ticket, I think in 2009 while I was still living in Los Angeles, I think in Hollywood. I intuitively sensed that there was something askew with the ticket, so rather than freak out, pay it angry, etc., I contacted Parking Services and explained that I had been visiting some of the clothing stores that day, had gone into one store, knew exactly how many minutes I had left, came back out in time, didn't check the meter, either way, & saw the ticket (not all quite that immediately, but pretty much) later. I just said honestly that I really didn't think it was physically possible for me to have run out of time because I was watching it.
They went and researched it, and I kind of thought there would be nothing I could do about it. I was already turning in my 401K to eat about a meal & 1/2 a day, and there wasn't a glimmer of hope anywhere in the country--job, yoga, or anything-wise, including back in the Midwest.
Imagine my, "Really?!!! That's amazing!!!" when I received a phone call from Parking Services stating that their investigation revealed that they had tracked down the meter at hand in my case and that it did, in fact, have a timekeeping issue, so my ticket was being cleared/voided!
Today, I did not find myself on the court times list. That's because Jenny, Crenna Brumwell (who I found out is not even the City Attorney but an "assistant")'s, assistant, told me that she'd moved my court date back to today, after some retooling it due to my McGraw-Hill schedule, but she didn't actually get that accomplished. When I came back to the house today, I found a letter stating that it'd been moved to January, leaving the letter late and still unclear as to whether or not it'd actually been moved or moved back, based on what Jenny had "confirmed" with me.
Apparently whoever the City/Plaintiff needed there was there, anyway, in the mix-up with dates/times. Otherwise, it would've been pushed off until January. Again.
My case was based on 6 points of contact with Parking Services that caused me to escalate this as something requiring a higher power (the Judge) to hopefully see that the world is not flat--that it is actually round:
1. & 2. The ticket itself. Standing underneath the signs, & then thru 2 meetings with Peggy in Parking Services, hoping to avoid going to court (which I couldn't afford) because Tim was conveniently avoiding me, I still did not honestly understand how to read the signs they had posted together, and I don't think I have to explicate that intelligence level or a desire to be in compliance were not the issues. It took that long before she was actually able to explain that the signs were to be read separately, not together. But it was that clear from the beginning. The 2. is that I got the feeling, too, as I mentioned, via intuition, that they were trying to pull a power trip on me, even though they could see what I was saying but wanted things their way.
3. Their exhibits/photos of my car & the signs that day, sent to me beforehand, were missing a stipulation sign stating to not park on that side of the street during certain weird days and wee hours of morning, which was the sign that made the rest of them confusing. The photocopy of my ticket conveniently was missing the back, which showed a (my) hand-written good faith not-understanding what the signs were trying to say, including the sign missing from their pictures.
4. Hypothetically, I asked Peggy, then, was there a hard and fast rule about parking signs? I mean, if two or more are there, are they always read separately or together? "No, there's no rule. Sometimes they are read together. Sometimes they're not." Wow. It's worse than I thought. How deep does the rabbit hole go?
5. Channeling the solution. Sometimes it's been said that if you're going to focus on problems, it helps to have a solution. Maybe that's why, as I was standing there, "Wow. This is b.s. There's something amiss about this," all of a sudden in dawned on me. "Wait," I said to Peggy on that second visit, "So you mean this?" I showed her how I would move the signs and eliminate one to make it totally clear and she, and the women in the office with her got really quiet, and she just said, "Oh." So did everyone at the house when I returned and showed them the clearer sign layout. So did the cop, Officer Lindecker, who'd helped me with the guy who'd tried killing me on my 125 with his vehicle, earlier in the year. He even tried going to Tim for me (I'm sure because it was so clear I was wrong), but he was trying while Tim was gone on vacation. So now everyone sees that the old clear isn't nearly as clear as the new, proposed clear. Yet the powers that be that created the old, foggy clear want it to be their way, because it keeps them in power, so I started feeling all sorts of violent intimidation & bullying about just paying the ticket even while on my yoga mat. I also saw myself winning the case from my mat. Maybe that was metaphorical.
6. And, last but not least, I felt that Tim lied. He all of a sudden called me back after I think I'd said, "Fine. I'll take it to court. I have to now." He called me to say there really wasn't anything he could do about it. I said, "U could overturn it. I think you're lying to me." He kept insisting I needed to go to court over it. I said again I couldn't afford to and was hoping he would admit he was wrong--that the signs were interpretable, at best. What was interesting is that everybody in this situation seemed quieted when I said I was from Dubuque but had spent most of my adult life in larger cities. I thought, "Is it possible that you're supposed to be able to grok what the crappy signs mean just by virtue of having been here the whole time & just 'getting' their inferior-but-in-power way?'"
That's exactly what happened today. After Crenna had cornered me in an empty room and greeted me by saying, "So why R we here today?" and basically attacking me when I answered, kind of like, "I'm gonna kick your a**, so why R U even going to try?" I said, "Because I represent the truth, and I still am unclear about how to read those signs, even now, and the citation is for violating 'clearly marked signage.'" She asked me what I was going to say. I thought the whole conversation was strange, firstly given her aggressive, bullying attitude, but based on what my life's been like in recent years, especially when it comes to law or wannabe authorities, I guess I was desensitized, but I told her. "Well, I'm gonna say (such-and-such), and you can't say what any of those other people told you or thought because that'll be considered 'hearsay,' and I'll strike that down." Wow. "You know what," I said, "Go ahead. Say it." She mentioned something about it then, but it wasn't until we were in court and I realized that she wasn't a neutral party on behalf of the city escorting me to the room--She was the attorney I was going up against and I was, in fact, representing myself (as always!!!).
That's when it hit me, based on some of the ground rules that were laid, and the realization of how corrupt this was all looking already, that I probably should've had witnesses, even though I felt my solution should've spoken for itself. Get rid of the old signs. Place better the updated ones. Don't let them all sit there together. Put them at the right height. Leave it at that.
Here's what I will say. My father always told me when I was little that I should be an attorney. He said it was because I liked to argue, which I always said was untrue. I always said, "I like the truth." What he didn't have to say but was understood between us is that he also noticed the % of times I was right, which was pretty much every time.
And today, I listened to this looney lady hear my story, as clearly and honestly as I've been telling it from the beginning, stating that I wasn't there to be adversarial and that if I honestly felt that the ticket was well-meted out, I would've already paid it, regardless of my circumstances, if it was within my power. I watched as she held with her mental power all things in place, like a spoiled child, just as I'd watched a much worse court case (mentioned on the website) unfold about me down in Phoenix regarding being slaughter-ticketed and bullied on a 107? 110? degree day on the pavement by a scary, scary Officer Jones, "This is not a case about solutions!" she said to my clearer sign exhibit. I was silent. "Wow, did she just say that?" I thought. Let her lead the people, for sure--not me.
I could tell I was making an impact on the Magistrate, but I could also tell she was affecting him. That's when the hideousness of our judicial system (and this is a pretty innocent situation, but when evil's there, it's there. No hiding it) totally hit me. It's possible for a pretty perfect citizen to come into a case, tell 100% the truth, be probably as deserving of leniency/consideration as anyone, and, on top of it, have something of value to say that could help bring increased clarity to the city infrastructure, and here's this lady, seemingly old enough to be her mother, trying to take her out, even though she'd heard the words, "homelessness," "overqualified," "unpunished corruption," "prolonged under/unemployment," "clarity, "improved signage," and "good faith???"
It was about the time that she started running around, following some of the cross-examination points and questions I posed, putting her witness back up on the stand, then asking her questions in a voice that seemed to want the judge to hear what was being said but not me, including asking the ticketing agent to speak to how the signs in the pictures were TURNED (Are you SERIOUS?!!!), that I was proud as punch of the way, when I heard Source calling me in 2000, I followed, and have never walked astray. You should've seen her run to find new questions when I looked at the ticketing cop, after they assumed I wasn't going to ask any questions, & said, "The turning of signs to indicate meaning--a little towards the street or a little towards the sidewalk--would I find that in the law books?!" "Uh, I don't know." "It sounds like the nuances of someone's personality, not our laws," I said. Never before has it been as clear how lacking in power the "justice" system has become and how superior God's laws are, how humbling it is to watch their slow but inevitable roll in and thru our lives. If we are wise, we exit the karmic system and see that if we are responsible for evil, not the truth, we are held to it and do receive the boomerang back, in a way that makes sense 2 us on a deep soul level, if we R honest.
I have never felt more that the material world was inferior to what I have found.
In the end, I was scolded, again, like a child, for accidentally referring to something somebody had told me in Parking Services when I asked if I could finally get a clear answer on it. The judge caved to Brumwell's soul-less militancy and 3-year-old-who-wants-a-suckerness and, when I said, "Wow. This is looking really bad. For all of YOU. Not me," there was no response. Because that's exactly what it looked like. Not even the law. Our opinion in our small town, small-mindedness. We're not ready to see the world as round yet. That means your vision rules, not ours (1.10: I think I meant the opposite way around. There R a few other typos uncorrected in this & the previous piece. I'm hoping U'll catch & roll thru them since this thing has been acting weird when I try to edit). And even if that means taking everyone down with us, why in the world would we do otherwise?
The reality was, beyond the rules of law, they could tell who had supported already what I saw but were simply not there to say it and, if nothing else, I was telling the truth and had no other motives than that.
I got vocal once the judge basically said, "Yeah, I mean, I see what you're saying, but it's fine the way it is." I said, "What you're upholding is someone's personality preferences about what the signs mean, not ensuring that they're universally clear. I'm telling you they're not clear, and you're saying you're not only not going to change the signs now but are going to fine me, anyway, instead of paying me a consulting fee." I turned to Crenna, "And, Crenna, I didn't appreciate your backing me into a corner before we started basically telling me to not fight you!"
Perhaps why I sensed them really deeply stalling off and on during this case was that riding on it was a deep soul decision on my part. I told myself that if I experienced any of the bulls**t I'd experienced in other parts of the country there, or with them, I was officially disinterested in contributing to this society and would take my soul power elsewhere.
When I burst out of the courtroom, she said, "You forgot your helmet!" I went back, grabbed it from her, & said, "Like you care!!! Total corruption...I'll be sure to tell everyone. Don't worry!"
I ran across the street to the police station & ended up talking to 2 officers about what I'd just seen. I told them who I was, where I've been, and what I've seen in other parts of the country. They were supportive, encouraged me to call the City Attorney ("Crenna's not the City Attorney?!") and the City Manager, whose wife had high praises for me and my writing while we met via e-mail when I was stuck in Phoenix, you know, and tell them what happened and have them look into how Crenna behaved, as well as present my ideas about the signage if no one else was listening.
Both Crenna and the judge, separately, got me further confused as they explained (I'm pretty sure incorrectly) today what the signs actually meant. So, by their own explication, they were not A.) interested in the truth but in me doing what I should've telepathically got was "the way" of the weird & wacky signs, B.) were not there to see if what I said had any legitimacy and consider solutions based on my testimony. & C.) said that basically compassion doesn't exist in American justice. Just power trips, lies, and ganging up on people--Oh! And they don't exist to provide correct answers to things: "So the main liaison between the Director of Parking Services was unable to explain how the signs actually read until halfway thru all my interactions with them, implicitly agreed my layout was clearer, & also couldn't provide any clear policies on how to read single or grouped signs, so who has the actual answers since you don't either?" Just competitiveness, as-long-as-I-win-even-if-I'm-less-right-than-you-are, & an inhumane disconnectedness from other people.
I am inspired to take the LSAT now & spend the rest of my life consciously decaying.
So I've written Mike VanMilligan, have a meeting with the CEO of Sedona Staffing Services & the HR Manager from McGraw-Hill on Friday (at their request)(because I'm kind & could also care less now in maximized strength--the CEO is aware of what happened today), & am now looking at where enlightenment could best be grown.
It certainly can't be on this hard & wretched soil.
God's Justice To All That Exists.
Dream Interpretation: The Grand Master Hoods
It came to me to tell this story, and I needed to do something before polishing this off.
Some of you have been speaking to me lately about vivid or poignant dreams you've had recently, which I've talked about in some of the last E-Updates.
I, too, have been having a lot of dreams/somewhat nightmarish dreams recur I'll say in recent months, including 1 cake topper I'll call the story of the "Grand Master Hoods."
When I was very small, I had a recurring nightmare I may have squeaked word of once or twice to my adoptive mother, to which, I'm sure, I was likely dismissed or something like it. When I had it, I would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in my own sweat, at least once bawling, sobbing from the deepest soul place in terror and sadness.
I guess it was supposed to be our house, but in some scenes, it seemed more underground railroad times-ish--like in the deep south, but I think it was pretty clearly this house. It was night, and I think I received word that there were evil forces coming for me. For some reason, I feel that there were human/supernatural/possibly even animate animal-type helpers for me in this scenario, but the bottom line is I was little in the dream, as well, and soon there were huge, all-Grand Master Ku Klux Klansmen approaching and trying to invade our house. Their clothing signified to me that they were somewhat super-powered and more important within their ranks but came from two separate kinds or branches, so to speak, since some wore all red, some all royal blue. I cannot remember if my adoptive family was there or not, or if they helped or not. My feeling is that they did and were scared, too, but I don't recall they did anything directly helpful. I assumed that they, too, were in danger.
I do think I always ended up escaping, and I wondered why all those powerful Grand Masters would be coming for one small child. The dream always ended up unresolved, as in I always sensed that they would continue to come after me, like those who sought the Ring from Frodo Baggins.
I also wondered why they wore red and blue.
This past election season, I had a certain flash of that nightmare during my yoga practice one day. I felt grounded and somewhat sullen at remembering it, but that was it.
Then, somewhat like the Darwin Barney experience in one of the past E-Updates I sent, I was walking by a television that was on some days later, on my way to the shower, and some kind of heated something about the heating-up election was on. Huge on the screen was something about the two parties. Huge on the screen was red. And blue. And, in one of the most strange and powerful alignments of the cosmos, all coalescing within my mind, my body, my heart I felt and realized in a way that had no words, but if it did, it would've said:
"Oh. My. God."
The msg that I put at the top disappeared after sending (This has happened for the 1st time now twice recently).
I was "released" from this assignment by Sedona Staffing Services when the named supervisors pulled me into an interrogation room (along with the named female in a different one), by Ericka (spell check) and Joyce, 2 African-American women, who our class has had no interaction thus far, and Ericka came at me as an aggressor, as though I'd done something wrong, and I defended myself--detailing, in fact, what the correct protocol would've been in my professional experience, in dealing with the situation below.
When I mentioned being attacked and then fired for it, they said, "You're not being fired," especially when, finally, Joyce held space for what actually was said, and they said, "Ohhhh."
Then, the 3rd supervisor (a Caucasian woman also from the day before), came in and was ready to jump all over me before Ericka and I realized I'd just used the wrong name while explaining what had happened. That was interesting.
I had given the (-->1.10--Typo) Todd, the lead trainer, my resume today. I was told when they turned around from my "everything's squashed" meeting with them (It was for me yesterday already), they've added to the list that I "attacked Todd." Even Renee at Sedona Staffing Services laughed when I said, "For handing him my Resume?"
The security guard, both of whom (2 males), I had great rapport with. When Renee walked me out, I said, "Hey! I've just been illegally discriminated against! I'll never see U again!" The older one said, "U have your badge! U can come back whenever U want!" He was serious (This is so classic for this situation). The other one said, "Yeah!" And Renee didn't blink about it. I turned to all 3 of them and said, "Here--U should take this." And only once turned as I walked out the door, "The only way I'd come back is if they made me CEO, which is really what it's looking like should happen."
And Ericka knew "all about being racially discriminated against" since she's Black. Even though I had to tell her that racial discrimination can be meted out by anyone of any color.
Feel the ripple effects of what has happened to me, Dubuqueland.
And for all the leaders on the list, myself included, "It's not US. It's YOU. The weak, sick, ugly, and disintegrated leading is the problem. Not the few brave or destined." A woman with illegitimate children, sounds like by multiple men, who described herself to the class as "lost" (and she wasn't just talking about having no Business or IT background) is now the bar-setting standard at McGraw-Hill (headquarters in Burr Ridge [Chicago], IL), not me. If the shoe fits, wear it.
Is this really the world I was groomed to lead?
This is what happens when people R not in their right places. And the more it happens, the worse it gets.
I don't think much of humanity or care much about anything or anyone, at this point.
I'll be back at Carlos O'Kelly's on Monday since John (the GM) was my first contact after this happened just a couple hours ago. After that, it remains to be seen.
I want you all to be very clear about what ignorance and evil does to our minds, bodies, hearts, and souls--the fabric of society broken, stained, and unwound by the blood of our saints and wayshowers.
It will not last.
*Image of Amy Jin in Supta Virasana*
In a message dated 12/7/2012 2:32:13 P.M. Central America Standard T, EternalLove47@aol.com writes:
(1.10: I guess the intro. was there somehow--in copying & pasting it decides to show up? It's been removed, though, since now it is redundant):
Subject: Love Yoga: The Movement Scheduling/One-On-One Enlightenment Services
Date: 12/6/2012 7:02:32 P.M. Central America Standard Ti
I am wanting to gather an idea of what the next 6 mos. to a year might look like, scheduling-wise, and if you don't know exactly yet, what your intentions are so that I can remain open for individual work. Obviously, I hope the number of practitioners who I am honored enough to work with on these levels grows and becomes regularly scheduled.
Also, on the Power Yoga front, I spoke with a landlord today (about sacred living spaces) who mentioned that he just happens to have some storefronts down by the library for a very attractive price.
Until then, we keep building.
Other than getting into it with some litter next 2 me who, during our dress code discussion today, tried telling me I should shop for kids be4 going shopping myself, to which I said, "Do what U want, but if U wear whatever U want & get fired, how much is that going 2 help your kids?" "Well, when U have kids, you'll know." "I probably won't have kids (The immediacy of my response shocked me)," I said, folding my arms (She is half German, half Native American or something, which makes this interesting). The guy we're both kind of cool with, who sits on her other side, also is a single parent, from what it sounds like, & is about my age, said, "That's smart." She turned to him, who related to me later (after I moved seats--& had the trainer's support 4 doing so 1st thing this morning [The lady also wreaks of smoke]) that he was also about to move away to not sit by her, & said, "It's becuz she's SELFISH" and something else I couldn't hear. I said, "WHAT did U just say?!" She said, "Nothing." She paused & said, "Just because I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth." I said, "You don't know anything about my life, so don't judge me." She went silent. Then I said, "If you say anything like it again, I'll go straight 2 the Supervisors on U--pause--or straight to HR." "You know what? I've dropped it, and so should U." I said, "No YOU already said it, so it's already done. YOU need to SHUT UP."
A few moments later, I couldn't even sit next 2 her anymore, so I whisked by one of the female trainers who's a Theatre major who I got the same idea about, in terms of her relationship 2 me, "You should ask that lady what she just said."
This spurred her going to the actual Supervisory team we'll actually be working with. They called a brief hold on class & then came in and made a preschool-level announcement that we need to not disrupt class or say inappropriate things or ask questions that don't pertain directly 2 the lesson.
To which I pulled said female trainer, then, out to the hall be4 lunch (The head trainer even commented that that talk made the room somewhat like a "morgue"), then laying into her about levels of professionalism, stating that it was 1 thing to have a non-IT/Business person try to judge, lecture, and then YELL at me about making babies and how to spend my money?!!!?!?, but to have 2 "Supervisors" walk in and try to blanket lecture the class on what'd just happened, without separating the attacker out to call her on it--That BETTER not have my name on it because if McGraw-Hill is saying that they'll throw a rape victim in jail with the rapist, we're on to one interesting world. And I'm done. I'll have nothing to do with it.
Oddly, when I returned to the house, the Sam-Dad & Sarah-Mom were being nicer to me. She had made vegetarian chili, were going to some memorial 4 my grandma who died, as some of U know, earlier this yr., & apparently R leaving me the house this weekend. After breaking down & telling her/he was listening that A.) I think I'd found my apt., B.) this story, & C.) wondered aloud if anyone had ever taken someone from ground level & taken them directly to CEO--that that's about what it looked like should happen, & D.) that at least I didn't get fired or ganged up on here, which is a good sign. I mean, in every other part of the country where I got bullied, fired, or mentally/spiritually raped by some trash--Black, White, Mexican--doesn't matter--I'd look around on a day like 2day 4 support, and all there'd be was more trash!!! So guess who'd get tortured & thrown out 4 being the anomaly & making everybody look bad?!!!
Hopefully this finally drove that pt. home.
I'm finished with trash of all colors. I need 2 be where I belong. And that's up very, very high.
Other than that, in terms of today, I killed it.
In Servant Leadership, As Always,
Subject: *+Update: Sedona Staffing Services/McGraw-Hill-De Amy Jin & LY:TM-F/12.14.2012*
Date: 12/14/2012 3:42:30 P.M. Central America Standard
Meeting 2day with the CEO from Sedona Staffing Services & the Director? of HR from McGraw-Hill, at the CEO's request, regarding the incident at McGraw-Hill--both women, I believe, also originally from Dubuque.
Very happy with all aspects of its proceedings/outcome.
Please remember, I don't do facebook, twitter, etc., currently, despite requests.
Peace & Sanity 2 U All & All About U,
To take advantage of me's a tryst. U's usin' me 4 her. Her *****, her calm. It's the smile in my demeanor. I got u figured out.
I can't begin to tell u how to move, how to make it betta. Her personality's vexing--sure 'nuff is--& I think it's time u made her your world, or for once, u gonna get kicked to the curb.
Now's the time for feelin' good. How 'bout u say what u feel(in').
I want you. That's what the point is. As piercing as it might be, you can feel it in your heart, can't u, Boo? Pretty ain't as pretty when it's covered in the aftershocks of your hos/fire and ice. In your head. Your jones for her, instead. Your moans. Emotions can't be played with when they's locked up in your head.
Here's the big picture: U want her, go get her. Feel me? Have no fear, & do it. Go get her. Be a prisoner no more. I tell u, it ain't worth fear. The shark underwater. The fierce pirate's been stealin' your loot, & it's u. Why u bein' severe about it? Pressure-free. Feel u? Feel me?
How can u say it ain't a peace thang. Your life's been tied down to nothing-ness since the day u met her. U don't sweat her. There. There's the matrimony. Dutifully. Please believe. In yourself. For once. Go and get her.
A-men. There's the prayer part of you. Puttin' it out there slow enough for truth-tellers to command something new. U think, like a messenger, it ain't ancient teachings I was sent to you? Put u in your new place, space for makin' a blazing choice. A "hi" "how u doin'" half a million dollar smile might work nice.
Best be spendin' those pennies. I like to see you spendin'. Prisoner no more, we've done better, I'm sure. At least u got to steppin' those feet in the right direction. And can't any diversion keep those feet from crossin' the threshhold to the new me, the new u.
Free at last. Free at last.
Thank Goddess & Buddha I'm libertad'd from u. You hunk a' monkey bread. Junkin' me up instead of practicin' what u got. It's sweet love. Sweetness and freedom that's been sent from above. Dios. Thank Dios. Apprecios mi pretty prose so at last I can feel my emptiness.
You got it. A prophet.
It's over. Be at peace now.
U'r on your path.
And I worship you no more. Nirvana.
Me. So free. I'm back in paradise.
(This piece was written as an expression of both understanding other women's perspectives & offering them a higher option.)