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A couple of days ago, we were hit with an unexpectedly large amount of snow. We had journeyed to grocery shop in the early evening, before much snow could accumulate. By the time we had arrived at the store, the snow was falling heavily, and the roads were icy. We had grossly underestimated the weather. So we hurried into the store, and tried to get back home quickly. The rate of snow continued increasing rapidly as we traveled home.
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The highways were almost completely empty on the way home. None of the roads had been salted at all. There were some motorists who were traveling between 10 and 15 mph, due to their fear of the slick road conditions. They actually made the situation worse by keeping themselves in those conditions for longer, and by ensuring that other cars would soon be clustering close behind them. All of the cars were attempting to drive in the center lane, although it was impossible to see the lanes at all in many locations.
We were almost home when our front left tire briefly touched the icy mud between the highways (median area), and the sudden difference in traction yanked us off the road. The iced mud of the center median (grassy area between highways) was at a considerable angle, which caused the car to slide sideways in the same way that it was sliding forward. Our momentum pulled us to the center ditch, and up against the steel dividers. Fortunately, the front tire absorbed practically all of the impact, and we were unharmed. The car suffered from a ruined tire, and the front fender was obliterated, but these can be easily replaced. The way in which the tire took practically all of the impact, coupled with the fact that we still made it out of the ditch and home (without a scratch on us) shows that God was with us.
I hope to be writing more soon, and I have updated the photo's directory.
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It is strange to look back upon my past, and realize that I actually made it to adulthood. Later this month, I will become eighteen. To the teens in the UK, the eighteenth birthday is groundbreaking, because it indicates that a person is old enough to legally purchase alcohol. To those in the United States, it means that they can legally smoke, and they will soon be graduating from high school. For me, it means something different. There were many times in the past when I thought that I would not live long enough to become eighteen, and if I did; I would be politically prominent. I am thankful that both of these predictions were false.
My political career came to an end when I was fifteen, though my interest in politics never truly died. I merely came to realize that no person can make a difference through politics without the approval of the government. We do not have the democratic system that the media would have us believe. This realization was depressing, but I now feel the world can be saved in a similar way to that which I attempted to achieve throughout politics. The process would be similar; as it would require inspiring the people to stand together. It would require changing the moral of the people, and such could be achieved if they were given a true leader. Just maybe it is something that I will give another shot at in the future, although never directly through politics again.
Reaching what society considers adulthood is disturbing for me, because I grew up with so many negative role-models that I resent the change; due to a fear of becoming as evil as they were. I suppose you could compare me to Peter Pan, with my unwillingness to numerically age. In this era, it has become increasingly difficult to find adults of conscience, or those who are truly willing to think for themselves. Generally speaking, it seems that they feel the need to consult FOX for help in making decisions. I find it rather frightening, and I hope that my generation will be more rebellious and free-minded than that. I know that I will certainly try hard to make sure that I do not become one of the typical modern adults.
My birthday will technically mark the day that I become one day older (not a year), than on the day prior; but society will look at me differently. It will ask for more personal responsibility, and it will require either schooling, or a place of work, in order to acknowledge the new adult as 'good'. The way in which society perceives a person based upon the counting of his days since birth is really interesting; especially when the adult is required to be 'normal' to be approved as a positive member of the community. Of course, normal is quite far from good. If we had always had only 'normal' people, then we would have had no leaders, no engineers, or great explorers. Many of them were dismissed as crazy, and sometimes this continued for a while after their deaths. Yet, society has never learnt from the pattern.
I do not plan to become drunk on my birthday, as I am proud to be abnormal. Neither do I have plans to go to college, for no amount of indoctrination, or paper qualifications will define who I am, or how people should perceive me. I do not intend to work in retail, or to work for somebody; because I intend to be something more than the average drone. Despite everything, I still have a lot of ambition, and I think that my time in politics helped to bolster it. Because of this, I would like to thank all of my previous audiences, fellow-speakers, and organizers of the BNP for what they helped me to be.
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I am sorry to say that I have left this blog in a rather abandoned state for quite some time now. This is mainly because I have been so busy with the magazine, including making phone calls to printers and advertisers. However, I do get some free time and I will try to dedicate it to getting this blog more up to date.
I have spent a lot of time delving into my past recently, from new perspectives. I don't know if I still have some readers from Eckington School, but I have been thinking about them considerably recently. Perhaps it is due to slightly elevated stress levels, or just writing articles about societies' broken teenagers; but it seems strange how much things have changed in just a few short years. I spoke to an old friend on Tuesday, who told me that "things change and people grow". From my experiences in Britain, I imagine that the people who I went to school with are probably growing in-line with state approval. Most of them are in college, receiving an 'education' which teaches guilt and cowardice. One that teaches them to abide by the rules, instead of the rules of conscience.
I can only hope that after the school that we went to, and the influences that we had on each other; my schoolmates will probably be a little more prepared to stand against indoctrination than most out there. Those who have taken history lessons, will no doubt have very little knowledge of history other than world war one and two...and a deep look at black slavery in the USA. Those who took geography, may have great difficulty finding their next vacation spot on a map; but they will be well educated on the politics of that country and how we should be forcing our idea of civilization and democracy onto them in an invasion... liberation if they do not comply. Those of you that went on to study psychology will probably learn the best ways to make a person feel inferior, and how harmless it is to label somebody...but you will never learn how to really cure someone of a mental illness(without drugs) like the famous psychiatrist Dr.Carl Jung did years ago.
Many of my old friends have dropped out of college, and gained jobs in the real world. While the educational establishment that you dropped out of may look down on you for it, I respect you..and I am glad that you are willing to think for yourselves and make decisions based on personal choice.
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In August, people in the local area will be able to get copies of Naturally Good Magazine. We hope that it will eventually have nation-wide distribution. It is something I have been working upon with my family, and it is one of the reasons why I have been so busy recently. Feel free to view the cover of the premier edition, and our leading stories at the Naturally Good Magazine site.
Every article in the magazine will be posted with loose copyright restrictions to the Internet, because it is grossly immoral to restrict health information from people for the sake of greed. Most other publishers do not exactly espouse the good Samaritan approach. This is merely one of many ways in which our magazine is far from being a typical publication.
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We recently returned from our vacation in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We spent 8 days there, and had a glorious time. I will be adding more photos later, along with some video clips. I have not made any postings for a month or so, since we have been incredibly busy. However, I do have a few articles that I have been working on, and I will post them throughout the next week or two.
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As mentioned many times elsewhere, Iain Cain is the man who I fled from when I came to the United States. I once called him a father, which is something none of his children are willing to do anymore. I realized he was a sociopath long before fleeing. He had always been a bit of a sexual pervert, but as I grew into puberty, he became worse in proportion to his involvement in a Satanic religion. He now satisfies his pedophilic yearnings with the ladyboys (boys in drag) in Thailand, and he is even featured in a digital movie about his "experience" in Thailand, which is viewable on the internet.
Iain Cain has been a text-book sociopathic abuser for as long as I can remember. He does what all sociopathic abusers do. He attacks, marginalizes, and discredits his victims without any sense of remorse. He actually succeeded in convincing my mother that she was crazy, before driving her to suicide. He still belittles her and her life twelve years after her death, because she took away his power to control her when she died, and it is another way of hurting me. This is what drives these type of people: power and control. All they understand is jealously and self-service. I can barely imagine his rage and jealously if in the future I marry someone. I wonder if, in his twisted mind, it would make me "unfaithful" to him, and you do know what I mean.
He still cannot leave me alone. So desperate is he to marginalize me, and make me seem crazy, that he has created an online profile impersonating me. He boasted of it in an attempt to upset me. He even paid someone to help him create it. The profile is just too well done to be Iain's work. He has great difficultly with even simple English, and no comprehension whatsoever of capitalization. He is totally devoid of creativity making it quite obvious that he hired someone to help him. He has no real friends who would help for free. Their creation is exceedingly well done. His bizarre two-dimensional Sarah is so well done that even I had a great laugh about it. (Iain, you got your money's worth.) The profile they created is not likely to stay up for long, so I have included a couple of screen-shots for you to see this masterpiece for yourself.
You Just have to see this:
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Over the past couple of days, I have been designing business cards which will be placed locally. They provide information for youths to contact me, in order to become involved in the abuse support group. They feature an image of one of our adult 'attack' bunnies, and have a visually appealing background. If you live in the area, then you will probably see one of these cards around.
Thomas helped in the graphical design of these cards, using 'The Gimp', which is an open source editing program.
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Christmas is an interesting time of the year. It is when most adults take time to indulge in fond memories of their childhood, and look back to the Christmas that they dreamt about as children. Some parents expend lots of effort trying to make certain their children have the Christmas that they wish they had been granted.
For those who have migrated abroad, it seems to be the time when they miss home the most. I have read through forums, and engaged in phone calls with people who have the unanimous opinion that Christmas will never be the same while they are so far away from what they still consider 'home'. Nobody seems capable of replacing the smells and sounds that were present in their childhood homes: whether it is British mince pies with Christmas crackers, the Australian beach, or sugar cookies.
I did not miss home at Christmas at all last year. I did not wish for a family gathering, nor did I wish for a Christmas dinner. I had just left my beloved homeland under the worst of circumstances, so there were too many open wounds for me to face Christmas. In fact, I felt so embattled that I really did not wish to hear from anyone in England. I did not wish to be reminded of what I had been through. On the 25th of December 2006, it was my first Christmas, in a very long time, that I was not afraid, alone, or distraught. Most of you cannot know how such a transition feels. Let me tell you; it feels great. Of course, as time moved on; so did I. The dread of my family, and certain old colleagues seems to have slowly drifted into mere memories. Now I have begun to join others in longing for home. I never enjoyed Christmas in England, except for my early years with my mother and brothers, so my homesickness seems unjustified. Yet there will always be some things that I cannot help but desire.
Mince pies are one of those things. These are so common in Britain that no Briton would ever consider having a Christmas celebration without them. Over the last few weeks, I have come to realize that these are not something one can buy in a regular North Carolina grocery store. I realized that I would have to make my own, and this is something that I have never heard of anyone doing. Mince pies contain mincemeat, which is not to be confused with minced-meat. The so-called mincemeat is a culmination of different fruits and spices encased in pastry pie shells. They actually contain no meat at all. I have been considering adding a recipe page for them to this blog, which would contain some of the other all-natural recipes which we enjoy. I have no idea yet if this family will enjoy them. In fact, due to the challenging nature of this endeavor; I have no idea if even I will like them.
Christmas crackers are something that I cannot make alone. They are called crackers because of the noise that they produce, and do not actually contain edible crackers. They are so difficult for me to describe that I have included a photo to the right of this, to ensure that you understand what I am referring to.
In case you really have no clue of the purpose of Christmas crackers, I shall explain the process. It is usually just before dinner when one person and a partner each grabs opposite ends, and then they both pull. The cracker makes a noisy bang as it separates. Whoever gets the larger end of the cracker keeps the small toy included inside its middle section. There is also usually a Christmas hat, and a joke enclosed. We will have them this year. I think that I am, on several psychological levels, just trying to bring a little bit of a British Christmas to America. I do not think that there is anything wrong with that.
I hope that all the readers of this blog enjoy a Merry Christmas.
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I intend to soon begin leading a group, in order to help young people who have been effected by abusive relationships. It will be available for youths in Davie County, and its surrounding areas. The channels which I originally intended on using for this are temporarily closed to me, due to many of the local politicians and officials having dramatically serious issues with honesty. So deplorable is the honesty issue for the local power brokers that they are afraid of the words of this seventeen-year-old girl. I can imagine them cringing in rage even as they read this, and I know they shall. If there is anything I know about corrupt people: it is they are as predictable as they are shallow. The great tragedy of this situation is that most of the local people to whom I refer are involved in the welfare of children as part of their career; either directly or indirectly. Their attempts at preventing me from reaching young people in order to protect themselves from criticisms written on this blog is sadly business as usual for them. The infamous behavior of some of them somehow makes news in the local paper on a weekly basis, and so the taint of disgrace follows them. Every local reader will immediately know this particular group from the previous statement alone. Is it not telling? Thomas has told me that he is certain a couple of these people are not too bad morally, so I must wonder the personal price paid by the good ones for their guilt-by-association. It is often said that power corrupts, but this is only half of the truth. The missing part is that it is those who are the most corrupt who seek power the most aggressively. Abuse is always about power: creating power, and maintaining power.
I am aware that I have hundreds of young readers of this blog. If you are one of those people, and you would like to be part of the discussion group about abuse, or even speak to me privately, then contact me. You can find my contact information on this blog. You may also call me at: 336-936-0018. Please do not hesitate to call, write, or message me. I can promise you that I will not lie to you, manipulate you, or betray your trust, and I make a bloody good friend. I also have no agenda, nor quota for destroying peoples' lives.
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John (Griff) Wood has been a close friend for almost a year, and has been of immense help since I moved here. He was a very trusted contact that I held in the United Kingdom. Active in British politics, I met Griff through the Internet when I was around 13-years-old. Since then, we experienced many discrepancies, and we rarely spoke during my relationship with Richard. It was just before I moved to America that Griff would become a life-long friend.
Around three months ago, he was taken to the hospital with some very serious ailments. Since that time, he has been in and out of the hospital whilst doctors tested and medicated him. After surgery to remove a cancerous prostate, Griff was pronounced cancer-free. Repeatedly, both me and Thomas explained how this was not the case, and that his list of problematic conditions gave us the belief that the surgery had stimulated cancer to spread throughout his internal organs. As stubborn as ever, Griff took our holistic treatment suggestions only on occasion due to his aversion to their bad taste.
I believe that he knew that his time was coming to an end, at the age of 74. He was in agonizing pain during the last two weeks of his life, and was drugged with morphine to make it bearable. During his last week, Griff was placed in a hospice, with the medical establishment having surrendered the fight to save him. Due to his suffering, it was probably a blessing that his life ended when it did. Griff died late in the night of November 21st. He often posted on this blog under the name 'Graeme', offering insightful, and sometimes humorous comments.
He will be deeply missed, and my heart reaches out to his family.
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I called Kaci yesterday, and I said that I would try and make it up to the Domestic Violence office today. Unfortunately, I was still working at 6:00 AM on the book this morning, so I really did not get enough sleep. Although, I will try again tomorrow, because this will be my last chance before Thanksgiving on Thursday. The office will be closed both Thursday and Friday for the holiday. Thanksgiving is something that I have never celebrated before, since it is not an English celebration, and we were far too busy this time last year.
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I have uploaded a video to Youtube with some topics covered in my book which may be of interest. In the video, I also proudly show one of our baby bunny rabbits. Click the above picture to watch it. Other videos will be coming in the future. Click here to watch all of my You-Tube videos. In the case of technical problems, here is an alternative download of the movie in the mpeg-4 format.
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When people first hear that I am from England, one of their opening questions is: "What do you miss the most?" Perhaps now I can try to answer that question in this posting. I think that it is important to note that I have never been quite as happy and settled as I am right now. I have never experienced such stability and love. I am really thankful for the chance in life that I have been given, to both this family, and God. I do not believe that I can remember a time in England, where I was completely happy in my location, doing exactly what I wanted to do. Being happy without material items or financial assets is the true meaning of joy. Because of this, I really do not miss much from England.
One of the beauties of England is the landscape. Being in the countryside in England was truly beautiful, and there was a certain clean smell which is somewhat indescribable lingering in the open fields. There was a peaceful presence in the untouched countryside which is something that I miss. It is something that I have yet to encounter here, but I feel that I will at some point in the future.
There is only a small group of people who I miss from England, although this may seem surprising. An unwillingness to help from the people around me was one of the reasons why I came to the U.S. originally. Most people in Britain have become unwilling to help others in crisis, due to a fear that it might create controversy. By definition, these people are cowards. Unfortunately, they now fill England; and this is one of the many reasons why my life was so complicated, and why I was unable to find help in the UK. I find that on average, I much prefer the people here in North Carolina, in comparison to those in Britain. It is generally a matter of morality, which is something that fits hand-in-hand with Christianity, a dominant part of society in this area.
I strongly believe that if I had experienced the same chain of events in America which forced me to move to it, then I would have been rescued as a young child. That does not necessarily mean that agencies would have been rushing to help (although they probably would have), but more that the general public would have been more willing to intervene when they discovered what was going on. Those who were close to me whilst I was young did not consciously know the relationship between me and Gary, and often did not want to know at an unconscious level. It was because of their cowardly attitude and unwillingness to involve themselves when they were needed which led me, and many others, to experience unnecessary suffering. I am sure that there are thousands of children who need help in Britain, in the same way that I did; who are ignored by the morally bankrupt people around them not wishing to listen or understand.
Missing England is something that I generally do not do. I am happy where I am now, and whenever I remember England, my thoughts remain on what I managed to escape from. There are few happy memories, and I am sure that all of the readers of this blog will agree that the bad memories seem to always be remembered more than the good. This is certainly the case for me, since it was the bad memories which shaped my life so dramatically.
When really thinking about this question, I could not help but refer to what I do not miss. I find this a much easier question to answer. I do not miss fuel prices or constant congestion. I do not miss the people with a mentality of being too afraid to be different or to stand out. I would never sacrifice America's system of justice for England's legal system. I do not miss being restricted by the law about what I am allowed to say, or restricted in what I may legally write about, when the truth is not even considered a defense. I do not miss being surrounded by pagan religion witches who are lost in their service to the Devil; whether it be directly or indirectly. I learned first hand that there is no honor among such people. The trickery and deceit of witchcraft is one of the many reasons why it is forbidden by God.
In summary, I am glad that I am where I am now, and going back would not only be potentially dangerous to my life, but also it is something that I would never wish to do. Perhaps there will be a reason in a few years to revisit England, but right now, it is not something that I have any intention of doing.
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Well, it was Zachary's first day of school today. I believe that he really enjoyed it despite his exhaustion when he arrived home. He is going to Cornatzer Elementary School, and will return on Thursday as those in kindergarten are being given a staggered entry. Basically, not all of the kids go to school at the same time in the beginning, but the kids in the same class join up on Thursday. I may post a picture from his first day later.
All the schools in North Carolina started again today, which means that I will soon be speaking to the guidance councilor at Davie High School and trying to arrange the abuse group. If I get chance, I will call the school tomorrow. I shall let you know how that goes. Both me and Thomas have been doing a lot of research into alternative medicine, and many of the articles that we think people need to read are on the forum. Please read the articles, sign up, and post your comments or questions. Also included are articles about toxins inside foods, and in products, which could be harmful to both you and your children.
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