Hello everyone. As most who read my blog already know, I am a clairvoyant who was born with the caul “veil”. And people like myself are very sensitive spiritually as psychic ability opens us up into awareness to every and all things of the universe and the energies in which surrounds us and the atmosphere.
Having true knowledge, wisdom, and particular insights, I have always been ahead of my time and a target for jealous and resentful people who despise me for stating the facts, whatever the subject may be that is at hand.
It is very wise to question and thoroughly analyze what is brought to us in this society especially when experience contradicts what is supposedly set forth as truth.
When you challenge people who consider themselves as authority figures simply because of their job titles and/or social status they often tend to retaliate against you and set out to ruin your credibility.
They are very insecure and need to gather others in an attempt to validate themselves and to aid them in taking down their target by devious, malevolent strategies.
When people in particular who maintain to hold upon individuals with a certain level of knowledge and information, to keep them under influence and order, and someone else comes along distributing examples to investigate they automatically lose their powers of persuasion.
For two days straight I’ve had a very negative feeling in the pit of my stomach due to a lady by the name of Helena Fortissima (an anesthesiologist who resigned from her position) who is trying her best in vain to destroy my credibility and the genuineness of my knowledge.
Helena is making a terrible fool of herself, however she cannot see it. She is a very disturbed individual. This woman does not know what she has gotten herself into. Trying to take down me-a caulbearer-helena definitely needs to check herself.
Before I go into further detail I just want to acknowledge that this is a personal attack against me by those who look for any small opportunity with no legitimate basis, then manipulate the situation by turning and twisting things around to completely outright lying just to serve their conspired purpose.
I was never even worried about this nonsense, never gave this a second thought. I never do in a silly situation regarding trash.
Nevertheless, I woke up again this morning feeling Helena’s negativity and fixation on me and my spirit led me to write this post. Urging me to clue people on, the ones who are in the dark about the crafty ways of sick-minded liars who are offended by the truth and can’t deal with the dirt of their past.
It all started with the directory website blog catalog. I signed up just to get my blog listed because a lot of people find my blog in different places and enjoy reading about what I present because I am straight up and I speak the truth.
At blog catalog, people are invited to take part in discussions by writing articles. I wasn’t at all interested in participating in any of the discussions I just wrote a few articles to maintain an active membership.
The day before yesterday I just so happened to write a brief article on diseases that can be caught through sexual contact and Helena Fortissima (a member of the site who does not know me personally) caught a hold of it, dragged it out of context and is making a campaign out of it by addressing to the online world that I am sending out dangerous misinformation.
And my article was not even about diseases itself but about certain people’s behavior when they catch them and how the diseases can and will affect their bodies along down the line at a later time in life, and how they should take and be more responsible for their actions.
I mentioned “shingles”, the virus involving the chicken pox syndrome. And she insists on proving that I am declaring that people in general get it through sexual contact which I did not.
What I said and I do know this for a fact- and I can back it up-and I don’t care what anyone else would have to say about it, is that the shingle virus is able to be spread by sexual contact. I know people personally who this happened to. And this is not hearsay.
People who have dealt with me on a friendship level in the past when I socialized more often confided in me because they felt comfortable with me and I was open-minded and easy to talk to.
And I am going to leave it like that because I am sick and tired of Helena’s shit. I don’t have any time for it. My life is centered around more important valuable things that are going on in life.
We all have our different own way and style of expressing ourselves. I can’t help who will want to misrepresent what I write and how I word it.
An intelligent and wise person will weigh out matters with logical and reasonable thought process. And I am glad to be one of those level headed individuals with integrity and class.
Here I Have Provided A Link To Helena’s Irrational Debate And A Copy Of My Article: When Do Opinions And Misinformation Become Dangerous
I Tested The Link Above And It Did Not Load The Page So Here Is The Address:
Update: Saturday September 8, 2012- (Helena spilled out her guts in her blog post today. I copied and pasted it underneath my article along with her blog address. I read that bitch right. I knew that she wasn’t shit)
The Sad Truths About Herpes And Other Diseases:
In this day and age as everybody should already know venereal diseases are spread rampant. And so many people have caught them due to their reckless behavior.
Some individuals still have the attitude that if they were to catch an infection all that they’d have to do is to go to the doctor and get treated.
The hard facts is that these days the most common and most spread diseases are permanent or have long life term medical conditions and consequences to the body and internal organs.
I know plenty of people who have and who have died from aids. And I know three people personally who live with herpes (and shingles).
Before I go into detail about aids and herpes, I will mention about the individuals that I know who have been infected with gonorrhea and Chlamydia. Not to sound judgmental, however, these two females in particular would hop around from man to man till one day they hopped into something fatal.
One woman’s unborn baby died inside of her months before she was able to give birth, and the other woman constantly went through a series of consecutive miscarriages and stillbirths during numerous relationships with different men due to what resulted into pelvic inflammatory disease.
I’ve observed it over and over again how those in particular suffer for their negative careless behavior. Common sense would tell these people that if they were going to indulge and live dangerously to take some precaution instead of later drowning in their sorrows and corrupting and inflaming other innocent people.
The mentality that many individuals who are infected with aids and herpes have is to intentionally give their disease to another person.
Some are angry, bitter, embarrassed, hurt and do not want to be alone and would not feel so bad if others were riding in the same boat as they are.
One lady in particular married a man knowing that she had herpes. She thought that she could buy him with the money that she possessed. Another lady was walking around with the shingles clearly obvious on her face just below her mouth near her chin. And she pretended not to know what the permanent eruption was. She admitted that it didn’t bother her to sleep around with other women’s husbands or boyfriends.
The third lady had a history of drug use and was going through a nasty ordeal with a younger guy who’d just married her for the land that she’d inherited.
These people use these permanent and deadly diseases as weapons and advantages, ways to keep a hold on to someone or to get back at someone for something.
What happen to the days when people caught venereal infections that taught them lessons to learn by? That taught them how to change? And that taught them how precious their bodies and lives were?
Aids and herpes are viruses that don’t go away. And the situations and predicaments that certain individuals put others in do not always go as planned. Very negative drawbacks came from what those women did and I will not go into detail as it is not necessary.
Venereal diseases are nothing to play around with if they can be helped.
I have never had one and I don’t ever want one. And I could never imagine putting myself in the predicament of catching one. I know that a lot of it has to do with the lifestyle that one leads and I am and have always been asexual so I have never desired to spread myself around or at all for that matter. Therefore I do not understand the lust and needs for the sexual intimacy that some cannot restrain from.
There is a time and a place for any and everything, and of course, my article does not at all represent the majority of the world- but it does represent a good chosen number.
It is here. It is what is going on. And it is what is happening around us. And it is taking place more than what some people would think.
The bottom line is that some individuals are just as poisonous and deadly as a disease, if not worse. And just as you never know who may be carrying whatever ailment-you never know what ailment may be “carrying that person”.
Helena Fortissima’s blog and post
Last night, I dreamed that I was being apprehended on foot by the police. I had no idea what I’d done wrong, or why they were after me, but I had a vague sense that I was about to be “found out.” Even though I knew there wasn’t much point in running, I wasn’t going to let them catch me if I could help it. When I finally woke up, I was exhausted, nearly out of breath. Spartacus was awake already, still in bed, and as we lay there talking about the dream, he said, clearly interpreting the dream at face value, “That means you’ve done something wrong and you’re trying to get away with it.” Ironically speaking, though, he’s right.
How in God’s name did I end up with the life I have today? I should have been dead a long time ago. Thirty years back, I was a 19 year old shell of a girl I once knew–an annihilated spirit, worn out from years of seeking approval for who I was–hell bent on self-destruction, medicating my crappy self esteem with drugs and sex, wrecking my body, consorting with criminals, stealing from my parents, corrupting my younger brothers, wreaking havoc within our family, asphyxiating from shame and remorse in the quicksand of despair that I alone had created. There are years of my life that I have no recollection of; perhaps it’s better that way. The way it all went down is surreal: standing naked in the middle of my room, admitting all the terrible things I’d done to my father, crying together as he embraced me; escaping from the psych hospital after a week because I was afraid I might really be crazy; voluntarily signing myself into an ultra-confrontational family treatment center which lied to me, holding me against my will when I tried to leave; the nightmarish manipulation of my family and me during those 14 months, the constant and insidious brainwashing; the unbearable social isolation; the food and sleep deprivation; the exercise sessions, used as group punishment, conducted in a windowless space with the heat turned all the way up in mid-summer; the countless dreams of escaping from that building, of being able to take a shit without someone watching me, of no longer being humiliated or led around by the belt loop at the hands of an authority figure half my age, of simply being able to taste birthday cake again; the endless repetition of David Bowie lyrics in my head while sitting for hours at a time on hard blue plastic chairs so that I wouldn’t forget who I was; the eventual reformation which occurred the day I finally caved in; the assimilation into recovery from an addiction I never had in the first place, becoming part of a system I hated because I could see no other way out, the regret over which I’ve never fully forgiven myself for, wondering whose last shreds of dignity or integrity I might have destroyed because I had none left of my own.
What exactly have I been running from all these years? I’m a fucking physician, for Chrissakes! I’ve legitimately worked my way to the top of the educational and professional ladders, but I still don’t feel integrated. There’s always been a part of me that I’ve felt necessary to conceal in order to get where I wanted to go. I’m finished hiding. I don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m who I am today because of all the shit I’ve been through in my life, not in spite of it. Every single trial and tribulation I’ve endured has been transformative in some way, and though I haven’t always recognized that in the midst of a crisis, somehow I’ve managed to flourish from this amplitude of misadventures. I’m really not a complicated person. It’s taken me decades to recover my original personality, the one Straight, Inc. tried so hard to deconstruct and obliterate, but even when I was Robot Me, my true self clung tenaciously to whatever sparks of Old Me it could find, and held them for safekeeping. It’s taken me a good 20-something years to get here, but I’m back, braving my own personal renaissance, the sparkling clarity from which is surging out in torrents. I am in tears. I am intact.
nd that just got more and more so over the years!”
I’ve loved my life, even when I hated it. That’s probably why I’m still alive today, the mother of gorgeously kind and talented 22 year old twin sons, the ex-wife of the father of my children, who I consider my good friend, the wife of my beloved Spartacus, who opens his heart anew to me every day, the daughter-sister-friend-artist-cook-physician-writer who’s always been known as Helena, because something in that girl refused to surrender, something infinitely sustaining, something so fragile it couldn’t break, something majestic.
This Is A Photo Of Helena When She Was About Twenty-Six Or Twenty Seven-What An Ugly Bitch:
Why do you blog?
I started blogging after resigning from my current position as an anesthesiologist in a small community hospital. The corruption of the physician-staffing corporation I was working for, along with the hospital’s administration, had finally crystallized and I realized that I was being viewed less as a physician, and more as part of a machine. Many of my blogs are inspired by things that have happened or observations I’ve made throughout my life, and most of them are somehow intertwined with the world of medicine. I’m blogging as a wake up call to physicians, healthcare workers, and the general public alike. Let’s start defining ourselves in terms of who we are, through embracing our unique interests, our individual contributions to society, and our humanness. It’s a helluva lot more interesting than defining ourselves by what we do for a living.
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