Relations,
How very sweet to have an opportunity to send out yet another communique today, so I figure I'll take advantage to connect with and communicate with fellow Survivor's of Meniere's Disease. Today has been a fairly good day. I removed my human form from my safe place in the North East room and have found warmth from the Winter's cold and my computer here waiting for me in the center guest room. Yes, this is where my dear computer lives and it is an old piece of antiquity, what with the technological world constantly and ever changing, by the days that zoom by me even. I figure, let zoom be on and zoom, I'll sit here and tip-tap as I please. True?
Look, this is a place I do not mind being in, in my life. Really. Really because I do not know how much more of Meniere's disease I will be able to endure. Those miserable attacks after one and another is not any form of life style I see as a life style. Meniere's, Neurological issues compounded. An Asthma that was resurrected this Winter. This sadness and misery that tags along like a sweater wrapped around my neck. The knowing that I am certain to go deaf. So much sooner than we thought - we being my Team and I. There is the pains in my neck and shoulders. These damned stabbing pains into my ears. Never both at one time. Thank you God. Thank you God. But please, when these stabbing sensations occur - all else ceases.
There is something else I wish to speak about. Please, let me share this without judgment. I speak as one who is a Mixed Blood, a Floridian, Father, Husband, and Brother. I have found myself living and contemplating, what I see happening to the Earth Mother in and around the city proper, something I have found myself mourning and crying for. This total 'Modern White Man's Progress' is something I wish not to witness much anymore. I say damn it to my eyes for what I have seen and witnessed here in Florida. I have witnessed with these two eye orbs, the utter destruction of miles and miles of wide open Florida. The reckless ways and means our White Run and Owned Government has done a damage to my Home State of Florida, that can not be repaired or replaced. This South Eastern United States is the region of generation after generation of them who came before me. My heritage lies right here in these South Eastern States, and cutting to the chase, by November of this year 2014, Florida will be the third most populated state in the nation. Surpassing New York, which is currently in place three of this list of statistics.
Whoa, I did not mean to get so heavy on the political scene. Well, yes, sure I meant too. Heavy is where I live. What I have seen causes my Spirit's to ache and weep as I see prairie after prairie erased - erased as if never fucking there. I have witnessed and have cried out loud over the rape of my Mother Earth, as I have seen Wet Land after Swamp and Lakes, be wiped from the face of our beautiful planet. For me this is very horrifying as I consider Earth, My Mother, and because I consider what I see here in Florida, is a form of Land Genocide. Right here in Florida. Huge Ranches were absorbed by Foreign entities. Once places that were cattle ranches that stretched for as far as the eyes could see are gone. Wiped off the map to become towns or city's and on that very same note, I have witnessed the total take over and swipe clean of entire communities. Oh shit, I say, usually and always most likely communities of minorities.
Note: It is our duty as minorities to hurry the fuck up and move when Mr. Boss, says you must move because we've bought all of this land and houses and apartments and businesses and fuck all of you. You've got to go. My Family has experienced it and I've seen it time after time right here in my home. Where we were never White enough, this pack of mixed blooded Folks. My Dad, his dad, and I moved and live where we're able and how we can. I say, all of this directed by the banks and authorities that are run and operated by White People. It's a part of life. Seen.
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