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Jun
19

 

  2005 2006 2007
Street and Encampments 94 416 658
Crisis Facilities 95 22 12
Emergency Shelters 724 627 683
Transitional Housing 569 490 577
Total 1482 1555 1930

 Many that I encounter have been permanently banned from the mission,usually for a small infarction.(They have no access to the inside and the simple services such as documentation)
Ex; standing on the sidewalk outside of the City Rescue Mission,after getting off the bus.

No,I am not exaggerating.I hope to document in the future how many of these there are that have been banned.

I can make a good assumption that the number is in the 100’s;hence the reason for the huge increase from 2005-2007 listed on your site.658-94=564 more people in two years,which is not in proportion to the other columns.Next survey ask them this specific.

 I know Ron Jensen(employee of the CRM) gets a thrill every time,he gives someone a “Vacation”(kicks them out) and he has never had qualms about kicking a mother and small children out in the freezing winter cold without jackets.For weeks at a time. I know this for a fact.You know that I do not artificially inflate facts to sensationalize an expose…The truth is bad enough.

We have some serious problems created by a few men.Is your organization in a position to change this nondocumentation that hinders many from getting the help they need? Is it verifiable government red tape,I need to know before I proceed on this research,to write an informed article so that those wanting to help may come up with a viable answer based on these obstacles.
click here to view table and chart of Totals from Homeless Alliance ,then scroll down to bottom of the page!

 

Jun
08

One cannot serve God and mammon,both.To whom it may concern: Mark Mc Adow,Senior Pastor:First United Methodist Church,Oklahoma City,Oklahoma, 131 N.W. 4th.
Kirk Norman,Executive Pastor: First United Methodist Church.
Dear Sir’s;
I was told by someone that your church ( First United Methodist Church ,Celebration Ministry?)not only fed a dinner but that a “lord’s Group was offered and also, most extraordinary,that a form of group therapy was offered to those caught in the throes of addiction,”after” they were fed.
I decided to investigate, as it is my ministry to seek out the good and the bad in our city and bring it to light.
I felt this was a “good” considering the dysfunction of our world and nation that can be measured by the amount of homeless people in our downtown area of our city as a result of some sort of addiction and or dysfunction.
I had just poured myself a glass of Iced Tea when I was approached by a man that informed us that were congregated at this table that we were not going to be able to eat for free as a result of what had happened the previous week and something or another about “budget”. It would cost us $ 3.00.
All of these people were poor.Most were “impressed” that they were to eat first. Most were under the impression that it was “free”.
I know first hand that most of these people there were looking to free themselves from the trauma of addiction and were glad that a group therapy was offered.How do I know?They told me!
Feed ,Heal, Teach and then assimilate them back into society and make them worthy.Our brothers and sisters.
The ones our community has abandoned as children and who are now an embarrassment to many.
Yes, an embarrassment.We all should be embarrassed,angry and nauseated that this happens in the land of milk and honey.”The Promised Land”.
I then immediately followed this man into the kitchen to ask him who was in charge so that I could get the facts as to why this was stated.
He informed me that he was the one in-charge.But he became immediately defensive when I tried to hand him my card and explain that I was a writer and activist.I explained to him what I wrote above,stating that one could not serve God and mammon,both.
He responded quite angrily,that if I had gone to any other “Celebration” around the city I would find that “they” charge the minimum of $5.00!
I tried to explain that these people would now go hungry due to the fact they would not be able to eat anywhere else and that they should have been told the “requirement” last week to save them the wasted time.There were only 8-12 of ” these” people.They were “poor” and not in possession of $3.00.They would all have went elsewhere to eat and then maybe had returned for the recovery group . Yes, maybe.50/50 chance.Now , they were embarrassed,spited and scorned.
Your church missed an opportunity to salvage a human being ,worthy in God’s eyes,as He was the one who created them ,due to the greed ,prejudice and discrimination they encountered at your church.
Your church is rich,considering the size of the campus and the newness of the building’s architecture, financially.
Is your church also rich in spirit, or is it just a facade? Your richness shall be measured in the righteousness of your actions and thoughts that should be in line with the teaching’s of our Lord, Jesus Christ,our Savior and salvager of humanity.
Do you really believe this? Was He exclusive?
Are you the Pharisees and Sadducee’s of old? Has nothing changed in 2,000 years?
A few went hungry on Friday,needlessly. Most of all , they suffered shame.

P.S.
This letter is being published on
http://www.homelessokc.blogspot.com/ and
http://www.newsvine.com/ . Hopefully this man’s actions were isolated and not a reflection of your church and congregation.Can this be remedied?The Lord God no longer requires sacrifice,but Mercy. I can help you make these unfortunates presentable, if that was the issue.Write me.I know a lot of them personally.It’s my ministry.
Sincerely and respectfully,Teodoro Leon III.


Response from Mark McAdow,Senior Pastor;First United Methodist Church,131 NW4th,Oklahoma City,Oklahoma.
Dear Teodoro,
Thank you for your letter. I do not know who you encountered on Friday evening,
but I’m sorry you felt scorned in any way. Our Celebrate Recovery Program is less
than two years old, so we are still learning. We are blessed with a beautiful Church facility,
but financially we are well behind our budget for the year. Though we began offering meals
for donations only(so all could eat); we unfortunately had to discontinue that policy because of
the lack of finances. We are here to serve people with addictions who sincerely want help.
What we found were several people coming just to eat. There are several other ministries in
OKC that provide daily meals, but that is not the focus of Celebrate Recovery. Since you indicated
your plan to post your letter on a blog -without seeking additional understanding -I must believe
that you are not truly interested in being a part of the solution.
Sincerely yours,
Mark

 

My response to Pastor McAdow
Dear Sir:
With all due respect, I understood very well the nature of the reason for the rejection.But is really amazing how one is moved to action by one issue being brought to light.
I have spoken with Pastor Dale Tremper of this matter and he will probably tell you I understand the practical and theoretical aspects very well.Not only do the people who are better off feel a justifiable discomfort encountering people on the fringes of society due to their dress and hygiene,but so do those people they encounter feel as such due to their perceived shame as a result of their situation and circumstance.
No need to be defensive.
The ones looking for a free meal were weeded out and shall be weeded out. I could come up with the $25 that was needed but let me tell you something else I know that I did not publish.
A man ,who I know for sure, had been sober for a week as a result of that first encounter told that person in charge that he was not so concerned about the meal as he was about attending the group for recovery. He had food in the green army duffel bag he carried(MRE’s).His name is Kenneth.He told him he just wanted to stay for the group as he wanted to stay sober.
He was told by this person claiming to be in charge that he wasn’t going to be able to stay for the group,that it wasn’t going to happen.Now that is a clear indication to me that the $3 dollars was a smoke screen. It was known that most of these people would not have $3 dollars due to the poverty in their lives that touched all aspects of their humanity,starting first with the poverty of addiction.
The previous week must have been a culture shock due to all the free loaders that you rightfully stated where there for the free meal.
They were not there on Friday.The only ones I saw indicated that they were impressed with the structure of the program which of course included the meal.I counted 8 people.Plus three I met coming up the sidewalk.That was the extent of the population.These people most importantly wanted to feel the presence of God in their lives and the previous week had given them hope and strength,hence the reason Kenneth had been sober for a week living on the streets.Nearly impossible for most living on the streets.
I would pray that you read my letter again.There is an answer.I am glad that you responded to my letter instead of just ignoring the issue.How good it would be for your church if we could find a viable answer.What good publicity for your church if I could write an article about how a plan was formulated that entailed courage and honor.How it is playing a real role in salvaging humanity,especially the poorest of the poor.The outcasts.
I was not scorned. I did not need the meal, I specifically went to see what I had thought would be the “Good” that was being generated by an outreach on the part of your church.
Yes, I was angry ,and rightfully so, to see my brothers shamed.Jesus my Lord got angry enough to fashion a whip and to over turn tables at an injustice He perceived being done to the people.There is no need for that.We both serve the same God.
Separate areas? Separate times? sandwiches? Please read my blog about Believers Church providing an inexpensive meal that was both nutritious and satisfying. http://www.homelessokc.blogspot.com/2008/05/believers-church-sincerely-doing-gods.html the point is it can be done if the will and desire are there.We would have drinks first and then the recovery and then after the meal.Standards would have to met…would have to be sober for that day,not on any drugs.No vulgarity,profanity …etc.This would weed out alot of free loaders who have no intent in progressing in their lives and being healed.Then when some of these people would show benefit of sobriety they could be assimilated into other areas of your church,most likely than not a sober person becomes productive in time and is better able to interact with civility,honor and dignity.Would you not like to see this miracle and be part of it? I’ve seen it happen many times before.
It will take courage and the demonstration of our true christian values to accomplish this task,but with God all things are possible.There is also the possibility that I could motivate others to help out in one respect or the other, an interfaith project. Pastor Jim McDowell http://www.believerschurchokc.com/ ,Jennifer Gooden with Homeless Alliance at http://www.homelessalliance.org/ , Mayor Mick Cornetts homelessness action task force ,plan at http://homelessalliance.org/MHATF.pdf ,Kim Woods,homeless coordinator/social worker at Catholic Charities ,Neely Goen at http://www.groministry.com/, Tim Ulrich at http://www.refugeokc.org/ .
Yes , I really do want to help,not only these poor, but the nation that I love and cherish.it won’t be as hard as one would think.There are many being moved by the spirit at this most opportune time so we have the help.
If this is not to your liking,well of course let me know.But the mechanism is already in place through your church, what a shame not to see it progress and come to fruition,so that the Lord God Himself may someday say to us,”with you ,I am well pleased!”
Sincerely, Teodoro Leon III

Final response from the Pastor
Teo – Please delete me from your E-mail distribution list. Thank you.
Mark McAdow

My final correspondense
Yes ,I will remove you from my list…but be aware that an injustice is paid with an injustice.Your own apathy will afford your children and those you love the suffering you impose on others by your inablity to do God’s will,which you know well. I did not mean to send you that last letter(National Security Presidential Directive )or have any further correspondence with you. I shake the dust off my feet…And I in no way will be the cause for the traumas that will be inflicted on you and the ones you love.It’s called Karma and it is strong and immediate as of lately, as the time is near…what time? .Your perceived wisdom should reveal it to you. Teodoro Leon III ©2008

Jun
03

re;Children feeling Hate directed at them,May28,08 click here to read
History below.
To : Chris_Priest@uss.salvationarmy.org” Regional Director,Southern area.
6/02/08
Dear Sir: I have not received a response from the Oklahoma City Area Command concerning what remedy or not was taken to address the issue of the children suffering shame and hunger.In your letter that you sent to me it was indicated that I would receive some response by some one contacting me through my email . I did go to the office at 311 SW 5th and was steered to Ernie the marketing director, as everyone was out for the day or had gone home.I’ve learned from others that this is a common tactic employed when people come to make a complaint concerning the treatment or not they received from the Salvation Army.He was civil and listened to my observation which included a letter in writing that he made a copy of for his records.I clarified to him ,as he was under a wrong impression, that this woman was a walk in and did not reside in the shelter, as if that should have made a difference. I need to know what action was taken ,if any to insure this behavior displayed by Crystal the cook would not be directed at innocent “children “again, before I proceed to write the next part of my excerpt. I want to write an informed article and hopefully it has a happy ending,for Crystal and the children. If I do not receive a response, I will be forced to write what I assume happened and it will basically say that I did not receive a response but also include all the info and actions taken concerning this issue. All the links to the area website are dead… a fact.No contact info,emails…just a dead site. But the phone numbers are accessible.I can find and publish them. Teodoro Leon III

From Chris Priest in response to above letter.6/02/2008
Thank you for your email. I have contacted the office in Oklahoma City and sent them your further email. God bless you!

From Ernie Potter,Business Administrator,Oklahoma City Salvation Army,311 SW5th.6/03/08

Mr. Leon:
First, let me correct your misconception. I am not the Marketing Director.
I am the Business Administrator. In that capacity, I wear many hats,
including Human Resources Director. It is my practice to receive
complaints, listen to the complaints, and take those complaints to the
proper department heads, insuring that the complaints are investigated.
This is not, as you infer, a scam to get rid of complainers, but an actual
attempt on my part to take care of problems.
Let me repeat–I am not PR, I am part of the solution.

 

From A letter sent to me by Ernie Potter ,sent June 3rd,Tuesday,2008

 

My response!Sent 6/03/2008

Yes,very many thanks Mr. Potter. As I want you to know, I was impressed with your candor and sincerity during our brief meeting and as I told Pastor Dale Tremper I believed your disposition or you were an exceptionally good actor. Pastor Tremper informed me that he knew you and that your heart was in the right place.That was enough for me. As to receiving a response, as informed by Chris Priest, by the person responsible for writing to me, it didn’t happen,but your letter makes up for that.I understand fully what you have stated in your letter and am satisfied. I do believe in all the areas you touched on and why.Privacy.In house investigation.
I never intended for Crystal to be fired or punished.I believe in redemption for all.She and her staff are fine cooks.Though, your investigation might find that she has 2-3 freezers in her home possibly filled with items intended for the public,hence the motivation for her behaviors, from the investigation I made into her,though my sources are biased and tainted by anger.Caused by her behaviors.Cause and effect.The things that she thought she did in secret and that she thought would never be revealed have to come to light and that should help correct her actions that are not only hurting the public,your organization’s image ,but her dignity and honor,too.
Yes ,this is a positive result that will benefit all,including us.I do apologize for having to use a tactic to get a response and for not realizing your true position . I would have researched it but the website for your Salvation Army is dead.Only the top of the page is visible and all the buttons are inoperable.
Again, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and sincerely consider you my friend and a friend of Christ .It was a pleasure to meet you and work with you through this issue and situation.
The healing begins.Alleluia! Amen. Sincerely ,Teodoro Leon III.

 

My response!Sent 6/03/2008

 

Jun
03

March 04, 2008
An attempt at empathy
I wrote this poem in 2005 about the transition to empathy and wanted to post it here.(Jim’s Blog http://www.jimmcdowell.typepad.com/ )

PITY
Brazen face spotted close – but far.
I see you, I don’t know you.
I don’t live where you live.
I don’t want to visit you.

Your life is not mine – it’s different.
My Joneses won’t let me give you the time of day.
I would say that it’s your lot in life.
I would lie.

My heart it hurts – for you.
I left your city, your neighborhood, your street, months ago.
I still see you, dirty, hungry, sad.
Like your parents must have told you, I can’t do anything.

I am coming – for you.
The tears in my eyes have been forming since I saw you.
In that place, that terrible place.
You deserve, something, anything, to eat, to be loved. 

I am here – for you.
You must be here somewhere,
I search these streets, these alleys.
I can’t find you so I ask.

Where is the little boy with dirty face that looked hungry, lost, and alone, – where are you?
You are gone,
They insist,
I am alone; I am leaving your town, your city, your
street, as you did some weeks ago.

I believe, that you are in a better place now,
That God above has a special place for you – now.
I missed a chance, to show you love.

I am sorry, please forgive me

©2005 Jim McDowell

I am here – for you.
You must be here somewhere,
I search these streets, these alleys.
I can’t find you so I ask.

May
31

The little children were called “Daisy’s“.Appropriately named.They were so vibrant ,inspired and a blessing to all. They are the ones who baked the delicious chocolate chip cookies that were served with the meal that was given at 9Th and Blackwelder to those desperate with hunger.
They were fed satisfactorily in all aspects of their humanity.
Emotionally,physically,mentally and most importantly ,spiritually.
Sincerity,kindness and compassion were evident in all that they did.The adults are to be lauded for raising those children in spirit.It was obvious in the tone of voice everyone used and how they interacted with those they were ministering to that they loved their brothers and sisters despite the obvious differences in economic and social status.In the differences of situation and circumstance they “found” each other.
The pastor of the church is Jim Mc Dowell, who is a good Shepherd leading his flock in the right direction…he has a blog at http://www.jimmcdowell.typepad.com/ .Read and watch the video”Pity”.It will be bring you to tears, rightfully so.
To view the church’s website link here http://believerschurchokc.com/ , or click on above title.
The meal consisted of a Taco Salad,cookies and pink lemonade.
It was feasible,economical and easily prepared and served.
Everyone ate until they were full. I personally had 2 plates ,gladly served by the adults.
I only got one name ,Debbie…but they are all in my hearts and prayers.
Their faces are embedded in my heart and mind.Peace be with Us.

May
28

Oklahoma City. Downtown.
I’ve been attending the salvation army dinner that they serve at 5:00 p.m. since April and I’ve noticed a few odd things about one of your employees. I am led to believe that your Army is One of Gods,specifically Jesus the Christ,by your mission statement.So I thought I would let you know how very unchristian this lady is.Odd that she should work for your Army and be empowered so that she is able to yield such undue influence as to who she thinks is worthy to eat.I am writing about small children that she let hear her hate directed at them influence that they leave at 5:05 p.m.
.
“No, No No,No…there’s too many……uhhh..tell her she can take it to go..yeah put it in some “to go” containers.”
She saying this as she’s putting up chairs.It is 85 degrees outside.
These are small children ranging from 2- 8 in age. Well behaved,clean kids. I’d never have seen them there myself.
I had to speak out on this matter and I was as civil and restrained in what I said to her that she should not have got offended.
First, if it’s not clear above, her intent was that she was not going to feed them…that is why she said no,there were too many.
That’s when I said something to the effect,”What do you mean there are too many?Your not going to feed them?”
She basically said it was not any of my business and that I needed to stay out of it, as she was the one who called the shots.And that she had worked there for two years.
And then she asked me if I got paid for the work I do and I told her that I actually don’t get paid for doing God’s work as it is an honor to do God’s work by writing about injustices such as she was displaying and that it actually “was” my business to get involved.
She then said something derogatory about me being poor and homeless and needing her help and so how could I be doing God’s work. I tried to explain to her that I actually do have a job writing my blog that several people in positions read that could influence her attitude…and of course God.
I try to hand her my card and really explain to her that I do write a blog and that she needed to be aware that I will make her responsible for her hate and prejudice.She said that she was not worried.
That is why I was there, I told her, to observe and keep an eye on people like her and to bring it to light so that she does not hurt anyone again ,as she has done similar things like this before in the past .
I had to impress and reaffirm to her that “I ” was the one who “would” be able to make her accountable.That I was the one empowered to make her responsible.I think I saw some recognition in her face.Recognition of the truth.
These children were now on the way out the door when she started changing her tone of voice and not sincerely ,but out of fear.”No.no,no ..you don’t have to leave…you can eat here.”
They all knew that they were not wanted, as they continued to walk out the door.And I followed them.We heard insincerity and maliciousness.
All this time the children had been listening with sad faces as they had put their food in

“to go “containers.The grandmother never objected,challenged or raised a fuss with this woman.She was polite but obviously greatly affected by this humiliation.There were more than 25 people who witnessed this shame.
I told the children and the beautiful, polite woman on the way out the door to give thanks to God for the food for as they would not have to be hurt like that again,in Spanish.
According to the lady who was with the children,she might have been the grandmother,this has happened before.
This woman,I believe her name is Christa or something(it should not be to hard to figure out who she is as she is the only black woman that works there that weighs over 325 lbs.), had told this grandmother that they stop serving dinner at 5:00 p.m. and that she had refused to give them anything . They went hungry .She has made innocent children suffer needlessly.Out of hate.Hatefully! They start feeding at 5:00p.m.!!!
I instructed her to please go to the office tomorrow and speak to the commander and do her part by informing them of what this woman has done to her and the kids.I told her to do it because I was also going to make it known but that I needed her to do her part.
Are you going to do your part? Will a community make this woman responsible,for our good and the good of all the church?This letter/article is being sent to:
MediaRelations@usn.salvationarmy.org
chris_priest@uss.salvationarmy.org
jennifer gooden <jgooden@homelessalliance.org>
support@volunteermatch.org
http://www1.salvationarmy.org/ihq/www_sa.nsf/vw-dynamic-index/4CB5A61C1A28AFCA80256FA40067F221?openDocument

This article is being published on http://www.homelessokc.blogspot.com/ Can I write about a wrong righted in my next article or do I have to keep writing and forwarding this letter until something viable happens for the good.

May
27

Come on!Even though I am the compassionate, insightful person who’s mission has been, for the last several years, to help alleviate the diseases of our world , I am still at times baffled and nauseated by the dispositions and actions of these poor .At this time ,I am only speaking of the “homeless” . Poverty encompasses most of humanity in all aspects of their conditions.But so that this blog doesn’t go on and on, I will deal only with the poverty of homelessness in this article.And why most of society has no compassion for these people.Why they feel justified in their hardness of heart and the nausea they feel when confronted through encounters, by these “proles”.
Everywhere I go ,they are there. I recognize them. I know who they are…I’d better ,after over 4 years familiarizing myself with this environment. I know most of them by name.
They are in every library in the city. They are at every plasma donation facility. They are at every Walmart.Every McDonald’s.Every truck stop. Every single mall. Every part of the city. You don’t see them but I do, because it’s my mission.

Some of them are obvious to the eye and nose.They are the ones that look”homeless”.Unkempt.Filthy beyond measure.In the undignified way that they carry themselves, with no shame for their condition, as if it was a badge of honor and freedom.
Then there are those you would have no idea that they have slept in a mission for years on end or out on the street because of the facade they have mastered.They keep clean. Their clothes are clean.But they don’t feel clean or dignified.These do feel shame, to an extent.
What do most of them have in common?

Faithlessness and Unbelief.Anger.Despair.Severe limits in their capacities to deal with their own humanity and short comings. Arrogance.Ungratefullness.An attitude that they are owed .But not by God. Alot of them believe there is no God.
Most cringe at the word”GOD”. And don’t even mention the name “Jesus” to them.
In your face they might pretend to worship a God but in their hearts they believe nothing except the emptiness and dissatisfaction they experience. They pay lip service. They live in a painful lie.
How do I know? They confide in me. I’ve earned most of their trust’s and respect’s. Most used to consider me as common as they are but in time recognized that I’m different. Only until recently have they realized that I came willingly to live amongst them and learn of their dysfunction.Only because it was finally necessary to reveal this truth to them. To what extent I went as a result of my love for them.No, I did not say like.Though at times, I do like them and am proud of them and their accomplishments.
They don’t know how to” live”.Period.
Why?
Because they have never been taught their true nature.
In fact, they have been limited in scope in their understanding of their potential by false doctrines and dictates of men.We have failed and abandoned them and we won’t take responsibility as a society for this. We blame it on them.Rightfully so,to a small extent.
We have kept them as slaves, ignorant for the profit a few select who are able to extract from every ounce of sweat and blood that comes out of their being.
Yes, they are an embarrassment.Our embarrassment.Of our design. As a society. Due to our collective apathy. It just seems easier to turn our backs at times because we have also fed into that lie of our own impotence.False doctrines and dictates of men and establishments motivated by agendas.Little children who think that Daddy is not watching or who won’t find out.Or who won’t be home soon.Just wait until your father gets home.But this Father of ours is omnipotent and omnipresent.Not to mention compassionate and merciful.And unconditionally loving.
These children don’t understand that. They’ve been lied to, so they live accordingly, a lie.
A lie of who they are. So they act piggish and are merciless to themselves because that is what they have been taught…if they been taught anything at all.
I carry myself with dignity and nobility, as that is what my true nature is comprised of due to the direct descendant relation I have to God our father.My brothers and sisters learn by example.Usually the hard way due to their limitations and indoctrinations imposed on them since childhood.But slowly and surely the light begins to emanate forth from their being,from within.Outward. And they start to shine and proceed forward and are amazed at their new found freedom.

Yes, Freedom.
What “Braveheart” died for.What King Leonidas died for.For they knew the worth of their humanity.

A family structure somehow teaches that to a child. A community understands the potential worth of each member of their community and nurtures it. For the greater good of the whole community. It does not enslave or abandon it’s own. It does not profit off the suffering of it’s own children or people.
If they are dirty and unkempt ,they are washed.
If they are hungry they are fed.
If they are ignorant they are taught.They are assimilated.
If they are an embarrassment they are shown manners and how and why to value them.
They are shown to be Royal and Noble. Our children.
My children.

Noble: 2 .Having or showing qualities of high moral character, such as courage, generosity, or honor: “a noble spirit”.
by Teodoro Leon III 2008/may

May
24

http://homelessalliance.org/MHATF.pdf Mayors Homelessness Action Task Force
Now there are many good things in this plan but certain individuals are hijacking it and making it a totally different animal due to greed and prejudice.And their hidden agendas and motives.
The benches at the library have been moved away from the building.
Out from under the canopy and in direct sunlight or the rain .
I was told, at first, by one librarian that she had no idea “why” the benches were moved.Then when I prodded her she came up with the reason that smokers must be 25 feet from the building. I pointed out that the library had been open at least two years and only until yesterday the benches had been moved.She responded with the fact the library had been open since 2004.
No one ,until recently ,had made an issue of smoking 25 feet away from the building.The benches did not have to be moved to enforce the “no smoking within 25 feet from the building” rule,that she had pointed out was enforced in all the city.
When I asked her who I could speak to for clarification she referred me to the next librarian who stated that it was Linda the security head who got the director to approve the move as a result of some problems they were having with
loitering.

The city bus terminals doors are locked during operational hours.
The buses start running on Saturdays at 6:00 a.m. but the doors to the terminal are locked until whenever the security walking inside it decides to unlock the doors. And according to one of the bus drivers I spoke to and asked what time they unlocked the doors, he said it was 8:00-8:30 a.m..
Another bus driver said it was 9:00 a.m..
According to the guard himself it was 7:00 ,only because I was able to corral him as he tried to stealthily make it to the trash can, at 6:55.He did happen to mention that he was only doing what he was told.But he understood my position and the reason for the questions so he threw in that the Mission was only 4 blocks away and that they have problems with drunks and people
loitering.
Now ,during this time from 6:00 to whenever the doors are unlocked by the wandering security guard ,people are off loading from the the buses coming in and going directly to the terminals doors and attempting to get in,but alas, realize that the doors are locked. People who have paid their fare at some other point and who have arrived at the facility, probably thinking this price has afforded them the right to use the indoor area for shelter in case it’s raining,restrooms for human relievement ,to maybe use the only payphone for blocks to call their boss,get a drink of water to take there medicine, or even possibly spend more money on the outrages snack machines.Then, they are more likely than not going to take another bus out of there to another destination,as most people who arrive at the terminal don’t live in the area or work there on Saturdays.Some have to wait up to an hour and a half for their transfer.

Now they will wait outside.
And pee or poop or both in the alley,if they are so inclined or desperate.
They might be able to take their medicine dryly but choke on the pill as it gets stuck in their throat.
Maybe the guard inside the terminal will call the ambulance for this person as no one else will, considering the phone is inside behind LOCKED doors.
An injustice is paid with an even greater injustice.
Gas is up to $3.80 a gallon.
I have already started to see the direct effect of this at the terminal itself.Irony?

Obvious people who are not of the regular bus riding crowd have started to use the Metro Transit.People with suits.Briefcases.Good suits.
Environmentally conscious people?No, more like economically conscious people.Who work downtown.
Who might some day have to come to work on Saturday to make up for the inflation the gas trauma will inflict on their lives.Who will find the terminal closed until Mayor Cornett and the cronies who dictate to him ,the security guard and the head of security, wake up to the truth of cause and effect.
Injustice.
Are you people not cunning enough to find a solution to the Poverty problem that’s viable and of value to all and not just to a select few with an agenda based on prejudice and bias. And greed and exclusivity.Uniqueness.An empty ambition
The resources are there.
3.2 billion dollars are to be invested in the downtown area by the year 2010. (read “Final Report”MHATF by clicking here )
Take some of that money and hire three social workers( a very viable investment) at the mission to directly seek out these people you are trying to corral and ghettoize and expedite section 8 or the any other number of resources available for them. To get them off the street. To get them away from the mission.
Make treatment readily available for those in the desperation of addiction.Crack heads especially.Paintheads.Drunks.
Address the real issues of this dysfunction. Our society.Address the way we devalue these people and abandon them due to our perception of their worthlessness.
Make them worthy.
You people in positions of power have demonstrated the extent of your intellect and cunning by coming up with these implementations that are only beneficial to a few.Now demonstrate your true worth to your constituents by coming up with something a little more productive than a freshman agenda.Elementary dictates.
No ,I am not an advocate for homelessness. It ‘s an indication of our disease.
You are not inflicted?Demonstrate that with some wisdom that is recognized by actions and programs that will heal our nation.
But let us first start in our own home.
Or we will all suffer the consequences… and it will be very painful.For you and me.
And especially our children.
One direct way is to take out the profit from this dysfunction.
Namely, take out the ones who finance and directly profit off the crack addiction.
It is not hidden or secret amongst the business elitist, “who” finances the cocaine trade with impunity.There is so much profit to made off the addiction trade that it is almost impossible to dissuade these people. To change course.
Prejudice has been a great motivator.Bias.Greed. But it is mainly arrogance of intellect and their inability to see the immediate cause and effect ,due to their self imposed blindness,that they don’t recognize the harm they are doing to their own children.It is personal.Whether they see it or not. I will go into detail of the things I know of these organized crimes. Later.
Ask yourselves why there is only one liquor store downtown.Inaccessibility?No!
Control for the sake of monopolization. Now find out who owns this liquor store.Which family.And then follow the trail.Nothing is done in secret,as they seem to think.They take and take but do not give anything good back.

Deal with the corruption at the Mission’s themselves. Much is being stolen.Money .Donated goods. Or squandered.
And not by the residents.But by the administration’s and it’s staff’s.
Many organizations and religious groups donate to the Missions expecting that these donations will be utilized to help those effected by the disease of poverty.
Ask why, at one time the City Rescue Mission published their annual budget report on their website, and why it is not there, now. Ask ,before you donate, to get a true accounting and see what type of resistance one encounters.

The City Rescue Mission did not feed lunch on Memorial Day to the general population.Only to those in their”program”.
The City Church, after advising they would be open on memorial Day, were closed.
The Church on 4Th and Western served their last meal to the poor on Sunday, as they closed their doors for good.They cited to a few that the roof leaked and the owner would not fix it and they could find no other vacancies.
Numerous buildings are remodeled and vacant with lease signs in their windows in the downtown area. Ask the Banta realty company. They own a large majority now.
St. Josephs has a sign on their door stating there will be no more sack “lunches” or bus tokens given out until July.Ask them why the priest implies that it is up and running by his prayer “request” on Sunday,this last Sunday.
“Let us pray for the hungry ,the poor,the homeless…that our downtown
ministry…”,spoken by the Rev.Natsuhara.Bruce.
The cross to your right was provided by groministry.com, who fed as many as they could on Memorial Day.They ran out of food, but they were under the impression that the kitchen in the CRM was going to open up and take up the slack.I was sad to learn that these beautiful little girls,one in particular,had raised $2,000 and had given it to the City Rescue Mission.I tried to thank them for what they did and hesitated to tell them to examine who they donate such large sums of money to considering the corruption that I was aware of on part of the administration and staff. I could see and tell that they were disheartened .I pray that they are not discouraged in their endeavors and continue to raise money, but that they administer and distribute that money themselves.
Many people went hungry on a Holiday. One group that did not abandon these poor was the First Baptist Church of Bethany http://www.fbcbethany.com/regular.aspx .They were at the appointed time (6:15 p.m.)passing out real hot food that was homemade and delicious plus the usual abundant sack lunch in the Fred Jones manufac. parking lot across from Sonic on Sheridan and Fred Jones Ave. There were so many people there that they eventually ran out of sack lunches but their foresight prevailed and within 20 minutes more sack lunches arrived.I let them personally know how grateful I was for them to not have abandoned these people due to a Federal holiday.They love God and these people they have served and ministered to for years.

No breakfast , No lunch. Poor people indeed.
It was designed by some(and SATAN) to give them a taste of what is to come.Willingly and knowingly.
Can you taste the hunger.Can you smell the obscenity and perversity.
Your children will suffer immediate consequences as a result of the sin’s of the people complicit in this injustice.

May
23

Loneliness
by Teodoro Leon III 2008/may

May
22

Well ,let me first applaud the institutions, first of all for doing God’s Will? Motives and Agendas?
Feeding the Poor.Giving them(false) hope.Providing clothing. In spite 0f themselves. NewAmericanBible/readings5/22/08click here
But it is a sin to do it for self edification.And to compete with each other to out do each others Holiness by showing them up, is also a sin.
Vanity. Insincerity. It rubs off on everybody and most sense insincerity and hypocrisy though they are unable to put a name to it. But it smells of deception.
“Let us pray for the homeless,the hungry , the poor. ..that our ministry to the poor will succeed here in downtown Oklahoma City.” Over the course of several months I have heard this prayer spoken with just the right inflections to rival a well financed advertising and marketing campaign. It is spoken usually by the priest trained in oration techniques. I hear the insincerity and contempt. I see the the contempt. It’s nauseating.Disgusting. From a priest and his staff that are too complacent and who have a false sense of security in their Holiness. They really don’t believe that God hears and sees all that they do and don’t do.
That he knows their hearts. That He knows that they do the least possible.
That they are luke warm.Disgusting. He will spit them out, for they are neither hot or cold. They lie to the people and to God. And steal from themselves and God.And keep us all poor in all aspects of our lives, as a result of their arrogance ,contempt,unbelief and faithlessness.
A faithless and perverse generation. Who have not only contempt for the people due to their own arrogance, but of God Himself.
Now what am I writing about?
St .Josephs in downtown Oklahoma City decided to , a little while back(a couple of months), start passing out peanut butter sandwiches to those needing something to eat.This was done during a prescribed hour,that was reasonable.10 a.m.-11:30, Tuesday-Thurs.
I did not see any downtown office workers waiting at the door for two peanut butter sandwiches. Only the poor. I waited 45 minutes one day for 2 peanut butter sandwiches and a bottle of water and when I got it I gave thanks to my Lord God. I was hungry.Or I would not have waited for 45 minutes for two peanut butter sandwiches. That day I was poor and felt it!
Sister BJ’s Pantry had already been providing sack lunches at the end of the week(Fri-sat,7:00-10:00) for the last couple of years and have progressed and evolved to a great success for those volunteering and to those being ministered.Sincerity was indicative. Compassion. Faith.
I suppose someone at St. Joseph’s decided to jump on the bandwagon. It was insincere.Self edification.Competing with the Jones’s. For Holiness.False pride.EGO.
It did not last long. God would have provided all that was necessary if the motive and agendas had been in line with God’s will. For His Glory. To draw these people to Him
.
Tuesday May 20th
So I go to the St Josephs to get my 2 peanut butter sandwiches on Tuesday around 11:30 a.m. .
There is a man and a woman waiting outside in the shade of the courtyard. I would usually call them a couple of scumbags but I will refrain at this moment. It was actually only the lady complaining as I walked up and passed them.
I actually go to the office door and ring the the door bell(the door is locked for “safety” reasons, understandably?). I can see Sister Susan busy writing away on a post- it and she waves at me and I know see she has seen me. I wait a few minutes and then decide to go wait in the shade of the courtyard only because whoever had been in the entry way ( a small security cubicle) before me had stunk it up with cheap perfume. It was gagging.
While outside (about 5 minutes) I had the opportunity to listen to this woman incessantly complain profanely, about a Sister I admire and love, as to how long she was taking.”Come on woman I don’t have all day to wait on yo ass!” She said something else derogatory about “catholics”, as to how easy they were for prey.She said a few other rather profound things that are better left unsaid.For some ,you who are insightful enough to realize what ilk these people are, but for the others it is better that you remain in your ignorance.Live in your rose colored glasses and wonder as to the source of your discomfort.
I usually never stay quiet to these perversity’s when I encounter them.I didn’t this time ,either.
I told them that Sister was busy writing down some things and would be a few minutes.
“Well she need to hurry up and bring it on!”
I told her that if she was that much in a hurry she probably needed to stop and ask God for the help as she was not to busy to bitch and moan(except I told her in a kinder way) about what He had provided through his people.
“What did you say?”
You heard what I said and obviously you haven’t asked God for anything, including humbleness.
“What the hell are you here for, then?”
I was going to tell her that I was there to see the progress of the Downtown Ministry,but it would have been way over head so I told her that I was there for a couple of peanut butter sandwiches.
“Well,then you’s in the same boat we in, needing some help! I ‘m just trying to get myself ahead like you!”
I told her I heard what she had said to her man friend a few minutes earlier and that I actually attended the church as a parishioner. I told her that I was in need of some sandwiches but that I was not playing the system as she was, considering I have at times waited ,gladly, up to 45 minutes for a sandwich.
Sarcastically , she responded,”Then you ask ‘your’ God to move this shit along cause I have things I need to take care of besides standing here all day!!”
I told her I would not ask my Father God for anything on her behalf as she was mocking Him and preying and complaining on the people.
That’s when Sister came out and this woman changed her disposition instantly.
Sister attempted to hand her the post-it she had been writing on while explaining some things about it that were on it. No, she explained ,St Joseph’s was a Catholic Church and the other was an Episcopal Church.She had spent all the time writing down this info to the dissatisfaction of this troll.She tried to explain how most of the charities work and how not to put undue burden on them they implemented protocols and guidelines. As a lot of people take advantage of every agency they can find without due reason, except that they are leeches.
This woman was being subtlely sarcastic and I think Sister was reading this as understandable frustration.So she asked them both what church they attended ,in case they had some resources available to them, that normally would go to their parishioners first, understandably
.
No coincidences in this world. NewAmericanBible/readings/05/22/08

The woman didn’t have a church, citing that they were not her thing or something to that effect. Sister responded that if you belonged to a church they were usually more than willing and able to help those that belonged to that church first than those that did not belong.
“Well I guess I came here for nothing, but you have a blessed day … and you to sir!”indicating me.
I bluntly told her that it was sarcasm.Sister tried to intervene on her behalf thinking I had misunderstood her intent. I told her I didn’t misunderstand and that there was more to it, than she had heard ,of our conversation, while she was inside .
“Well I’ll pray for you,” the woman was going to try to make me look like the hater and fool.
I again said to her,”that is sarcasm too.”She had no one to pray to and her words were impotent. She left.
So then Sister looking at me ,skeptically asked what I needed .
“Just a couple of your peanut butter sandwiches,” I said with a smile.
So this Tuesday, the first day of the week that they pass out the sack lunch with two peanut butter sandwiches,she tells me that there are not going to be anymore. I don’t believe she elaborated as to why there would be no more but vaguely told me that they couldn’t because of people not… At first ,I was assuming that since it was close to 11:35 a.m. she meant for the day.But in the back of my mind I knew what she meant. I really try to give people the benefit of the doubt as to what they said and what they actually meant and not dwell on my first impression in case “I” am wrong.I’m usually never wrong. Sad to say.
Then she brings out two bags and explains that there were only three sandwiches left and she had to cut one into two so that me and the other guy each only received one and a half sandwiches. I thank her and ask her ,jest fully, if we were going to have Bible study on Wednesday( we still had about 5 weeks left).
“No ,were not having Bible Study on Wednesday or the rest of the year due to the weather…”
I can’t at this moment say what word she used but she basically said that the weather was itself an entity that conspired to keep them from revealing the words of Jesus.Well, that is how I took it.The fact is ,every time it rained it gave these old people an excuse to value their “safety and lives” over the duty they had taken upon themselves. Of course I cannot ever get any of these people to give me an interview to clarify their statements due to their “heavy” schedules of life and work . Never enough time!Too busy with busy work.
Faithless,perverse generation. I am especially hard on these people due to the fact that they profess every Sunday to worship an Omnipotent ,Omnipresent God.Of all that is seen and unseen.They have no faith or sense of Duty for and to the one True God they pay lip service to.
UNBELIEF.

Bobby went hungry on Wednesday.
Bobby is a semi-retarded man well over sixty five.Sort of like a Forest Gump.
He lives on a fixed income at the Rockwall . He receives a social security check that covers his rent and that’s all. His rent is $300.00/month.He gets a check for around $325.00. His rent is usually paid late (2 weeks) due to the fact that he has what is called a payee that oversees “his”money.He/she sends the check to Linda at the last possible minute,burdening Bobby,Linda and the owner of the Rockwall with the tardiness. I asked Dr. Lepak at Catholic Charities to look into what could be done about these matters. He did as little as possible and his answer was vague. Sound familiar?
Bobby was depending on these two sandwiches. He is the one that told me,”It didn’t last long,Ted. They had a big sign on the door saying no lunches!”As is his habit and mannerism due to his mental condition , he repeated this phrase a couple of times. I could tell that he was let down. It bothered him.Hunger has a way of doing that to people.
I had offered several times to assist the Sister with what ever was necessary to have this act of charity proceed with success. I would like to know what the hell happened,according to their views,as to why my friend Bobby had to go hungry.
It would have been better if they had not even ever offered the two measly sandwiches a few worthy ,really hungry,poor people had come to depend on.I really don’t care about the users and abusers.God is teaching them something also ,in His own way and time through these people they encounter,especially me, the instrument of Fate.I provide them with Medicine,accordingly due.

A lukewarm Church and her half-ass ,faithless,unbelieving in the might of God ,arrogant congregation trying to buy their way into Heaven by doing the least possible.
And when the going gets tough(not even that it’s tough) they just QUIT.
No peanut butter sandwiches,no bible study.I suppose they shall inherit their holiness and wisdom by assmosis(sitting in the pews and absorbing nothing except the air between their cheeks).
Doctrines and dictates of men and establishments.For agendas.
The so -called Shepherd of this flock has a lot of answering to God himself for these sufferings he has imposed by limiting his sheep to their responsibility.
No ,and I am not even writing of the Lord Saviour,Jesus.

I speak of the priest who is pastor of St. Josephs.He has damaged many people through his arrogance and EGO.False pride.
Of course lets blame your limits on the indoctrination you received.You really believe in your institutionalization.
You limit them to meet your agendas and motives of keeping the truth hidden and accessible only to the select.Heresy.
Hunger. A human drive that must be met. In all aspects of the human condition.

May
20


Yes, Sister BJ (Barbara Joseph) has rules and protocols that must be followed by the volunteers that come and give of their time. Excellent idea. Safety.Comfort.Guidelines.
According to Leah C., she was taken to the side by Sister BJ and lectured as to what she can and can not do with the non-volunteers. I would call them homeless people but that is not a true indication of who the people are that attend the Friday and Saturday fellowship.
A lot of the people are homeless.Mission dwellers. Street/Camping individuals that prefer the bushes,fields,doorways and alley’s .Then there are those that have a vehicle of some sorts to
” live in”.

Then there are those that live at places like the”Rockwall“Apartments.Some snobbish fools might be quick to point out that this place is just a room for rent. They do have a refrigerator,private bathrooms,full size beds,closets and a separate laundry facility on site.Yes, it’s not the Hilton or the Embassy Suites Hotel,but it is livable. I got stuck in a very shabby room that had not been remodeled last time I was there,though most of them are being recarpeted and painted as soon as a person vacates them. I didn’t want to wait a week for the room to become available,hence the reason the room did not get painted.
The point is , a diverse group of individuals come to Sister BJ’s Pantry for several reasons.
Most come for the good food that is passed out.The coffee is great!Scones.Fresh fruit is available at times.
Hygiene kits are also provided (soap,shampoo,various creams and lotions,toothbrushes and pastes and gels).
And the clothing room is a big plus,on Fridays(every other).Fresh clean socks and shoes .Practically “as new” clothes to chose from and a wide assortment.What a blessing!
And to top it off,Katy, the beautiful gardener, keeps the enclosure close to the tranquility of the Garden of Eden.She of course has help…but it is her love and magickal energy that provides the necessary nurturing for the plants to grow with such vibrancy.It is a beautiful place to enjoy. I wish those officials hadn’t stolen my camera or there would be several pictures that I took for you to see what I am writing about.Those up above were taken by …?But they are viewable at the BJ’s Pantry site. http://www.srbjpantry.com/photo.htm Flowers (click at left)
And lets not forget about the very well made tables and benches that are practical for the occasion.God has provided a refuge through the people He has prompted.
Thank You GOD and thank you people who have responded appropriately.On both sides of the table.We are all being nurtured to growth.
The common denominator we all possess is poverty.Poverty is an issue that touches all aspects of an individuals being.Spiritual,physical,emotional,psychological,financial and intellectual.None are immune or unaffected.We came not by mistake or coincidence.Many come due to the poverty of loneliness.On both sides of the table.
The guidelines and protocols established are designed to keep the volunteers safe.
No rides.Anywhere.No money.No invites.No meetings other than at BJ’s.
This is some of the things I was told by Leah.It was actually about me.
Read An Angel named Leah click here.She was also told that she was mocking the establishment of the church by giving Pete a Reese’s Peanut butter Cup and a container of juice as a sacrament of the body and blood of Christ.She was told that she had no authority.She was also told that if she wanted to continue to volunteer at the Pantry she would have to agree to the guidelines.She belittled her and caused her harm due to her indoctrination.
According to what Leah told me concerning her lecture from Sister BJ, I was in survival mode and desperate.I would manipulate the situation and Leah would never be rid of me.
Let us get one thing clear, I asked only God for my needs to be met and kept this to myself without implying in anyway that I expected some young ,naive girl to accommodate my life.She was not so naive.And she is very insightful.
Leah had my whole day planned with her, as we were supposed to attend Mass at St Josephs, go see the truth of the City Rescue Mission,then onto the library to see the population ,which consists of 80 percent “homeless” just playing games and listening and watching videos on the computer.All the time.We were then to go to her apartment and eat,wash my clothes and I was supposed to stay the night.We were to go the next day to Prague for the Kolache Festival.It was all new to me, but it sounded good.I asked her if it was with her husbands approval.She said that it was as he did not want her going that far by herself.He and her roommate had to work and could not go .
Instead, she got very emotional and distressed in that she had to make a decision and tell me about it right there in front of all the eyes and ears.I told her to do what she felt was right.I told her to ask the Holy Spirit(God) for guidance and if she still felt the peace she knew of me then I would be down the alley waiting for her.
She came and picked me up.She was in turmoil.She was not at peace.
I took her to the Mission to understand the disease and dysfunction of homelessness. All the crackheads standing outside of the Mission hailing traffic for sales.Yes , most of the crack dealers were/are black.A fact of life.That life anyway.sad.
She learned alot in the little time that we spent there.She spoke to an Aryan Brotherhood member fresh out of prison.He had alot of tears tattooed down his right eye.
She also spoke to a man in a wheelchair.Actually laid hands on him.
We then went to the library.She was getting antsy. The things that Sister BJ had lectured her on was wearing her down.Before this lecture, she was well at ease with me.She wanted to go home before Christopher her husband went to work. I was also feeling ill at ease.Something was wrong and it was the bad that Sister BJ had impressed on her about my volatile potential.
We made it in time to see her hubbie off.He seemed actually relieved that it was me there.
She made a phone call to her mother stating that she was bringing a homeless man with her to the festival because Christopher and Dustin could not make it.
Her mother wanted her to bring someone else along for safety reasons.Why did she use the title homeless?
Later on that evening Leah asked me if I would remove my black finger nail polish.I hesitated in my answer. I later told her that I was tired of conforming or hiding to suit peoples perceivements.If her family had such qualms about nail polish then it was a good idea that I not go with her to the festival so as not to cause her any more trauma than had been inflicted that day.
We went and picked up Dustin at Radio Shack, were he worked.She had told me that she had given Dustin my pair of steel toed boots as he didn’t have black shoes for work.Except he wasn’t wearing them when we picked him up.He did have black shoes on ,though.When we arrived at the apartment I somehow asked him what size of shoe he wore and he stated that it was a 10. I wear an 8.He then brought out a pair of black military type boots after I showed him mine.They were not the steel toed boots Leah had said she had given him.
I did not go to Prague.Thank God. What was she trying to imply to her family by taking me out there without her husband. I was not going to put myself in that position. She was playing me.Against her husband and family.Especially her Dad.
What must be taken into consideration is the disposition and motives of some of those that come to lend a hand.Self edification.Vanity.Some of these so called volunteers are predators and they seek out those they perceive they will be able to manipulate to their wills and agendas.Arrogant people believe ,with some justification ,that homeless people are easy targets.I’m not one.Easy .Or homeless due to some psychological ,spiritual or emotional deficiency that a person can wield to their advantage .
This girl professed to a number of people that she was possessed by demons.That she literally saw demons.That her life was disrupted by poltergeist phenomenon.
I ‘d seen her at the City Church during their bullshit Deliverance Ministry give in to this drama of possession and I watched her wither and roll on the ground.
Why am I writing about this?Due to the simple fact that I went from being some wise old man that was revered to a homeless bum to be avoided like the plague.
No explanation.
I am an empath. I am an instrument of faith.
I called it for what it was and that broke her perceived control she thought she had over me.I have all the emails that she sent me , including the private ones that her husband had sent to her that she forwarded to my account.Why did she send them to me? Because she thought that I was common.Maybe she thought she could manipulate God?
I had kept a black duffel bag at her apartment with my shoes and boots and some other items in it after she offered to hold it for me.There were several times that I inquired about the shoes as I knew some one that could have used a pair.She was always vague or unresponsive in answering.I always emailed her. I kept the letters.
I finally devised a plan to get to the truth.Ask if I could come and wash my clothes and shower. For some reason she did not want me coming to her apartment again.Sister BJ? Her husband?Her own guilt? Or her loss of the perceived control she thought she had over me?Probably all.
“I’d like to help again but I can’t I’m sorry.” That is what she emailed me back .What did she think that I was going to let her take my clothes and shoes to Sister BJ’s and donate them?Who knows?GOD. And in time he tells me everything.
“Then I need to come and get my bag…” I emailed her back.
This is what she responded with,”Your bag is where you used to sleep in the field where you took me that day.”
Yeah, she dumped my expensive personal items in practically plain view for anyone to come and steal from me.I did not get the letter until the next day.I don’t sleep in that field anymore.My intuition told me to go to that field . I wasn’t expecting to see the bag laying there.In fact I thought it was at first somebody else’s .Then I got a little pissed at how her cowardly actions showed what she was up to. By the way, the letters that I sent to her concerning this matter, I also forwarded to her husband,Christopher.He never responded ,either.Strange.
I had wrote her a couple of weeks ago that an intuition had entered my mind about the evil games people play by the memory of the movie,”Cruel Intentions”. There is more to this story concerning her behaviours and actions but I will keep them to myself for now,just in case.
Sister BJ’s protocol for who? Just be aware.
May
19

I have not met one person of lately that does not lie to me.Or steal from me.
Are they so poor that they think it is their right to lie and steal from me?Yes they are! Do most of them profess to know of God?Every single one.
They are liars. And thieves.They lie and steal from God.
Dysfunction?That is a sugar coated term.It goes beyond that.
No consequences? It used to be that way.
Times are changing. You all want to die?!You are already dead.
You do not know life.That facade that you call your life is a waste of humanity.Willingly wasted.Through your vanity. Miserable humans.
Thank you God for making the price of Gasoline(3.49@7eleven) beyond the reach of a new sector that was too complacent(in a matter of months,close to 100percent) .The untouchables?Welcome to true poverty.Now watch everything else go up in proportion;except your ability to keep up.Food?Housing ,medicine…everything!Obscene?You all deserve it. Most of you are OBSCENE.
The only ones I will cry for are the children.The innocent children.You are cursed and so then will also your children be inflicted as a result of your “dysfunction”.They will suffer needlessly and grow up to be those you think your so much better than. I am an instrument of Fate.
Receive your bitter medicine.Enjoy the last semblance of your former life…as it is at an end.
Don’t believe me . Watch.Listen.
You know God not and refuse to seek him sincerely,you pay Him lip service as though He can’t see or hear you and as a result, your penance will be the bronze serpent.numbers21click here.“We have sinned in complaining against the LORD and you. Pray the LORD to take the serpents from us.” You say you know GOD. You value nothing good that God gave,especially people sent to you by God for your enlightenment.
You are disgusted with what you perceive as a wretched life?Now truly receive one.
I am an instrument of fate.When you assholes get tired of hurting and dying your slow dance of death then you come and find me.Just watch as your worlds fall apart as the result of your direct injustice to a son of God.
None of you can help me in the simplest ways that I asked. You only helped with what your vanity dictated.For self-edification.
I never took advantage. You sure did.
Now suffer.You learn no other way.Silly excuses for humans.The Lord, God, my Father has been merciful to you for so long and you ignored Him. What an Injustice to Him and Us.
Though I could pray for you.Not until you respond to God. And that is by righting a wrong that you’ve done to me through manipulations and lies and thievery.Yes , I know who I am. I am not only graced by God but also tormented by the accuser and his minions;most of you people that I’ve encountered during my short stay on this earthly realm.
Yes…find me when you get tired.

May
12

Disregard the info about not feeding…the same guy that said they were no longer doing it now said today that they are feeding.Cant’ rely on info from the streets.
Well, here we go.just got it from a pretty reliable source.”regular” people can’t eat at the Jesus House. Not even with a $1.00. I think the ones that are going to be served are only those who are served by the facility…Homeless mentally ill, drug and alcohol recovering, and elderly and disabled.Must show proof.
If you click on the title above it will take you to the website.Under the history tab it gives a quick overview of how the organization got it’s start and why.And how the organization supported itself.It states at the end of the short history the conflict and tribulations the organization encountered from well organized armed men…the Oklahoma City Police Department and the Oklahoma City Fire Department.Of course they were prompted by then Mayor Patience Latting(1971-1983),who wanted to run the transients out of town.
A few(3) men died that night in the freezing cold when the other shelters could not accommodate all the displaced from the Jesus House, as they have done every year, as a result of peoples agendas.
I don’t know what happened to the rest of the story…it ends there at the bottom (history click here) of the page.Is there more to it?Yes of course.
We need viable answers.Corralling and herding whole populations does not work. Our jails are full.Vagrancy laws?Short term solution.
Relocation? To where?They will continue to come back as there are many reasons for them to…city bus terminal,downtown area agencies, churches…
The Jesus House is no longer run by the founders… they are run by the dictates of men with an agenda…profit.
They should change the name of the place to a more appropriate title…The Judas Iscariot House.
May
06

I waited ample time for Anonymousclick here to respond. Now I will contact Google and ask for the location of the IP and terminal used by Anonymous.Your comment is traceable. Or should I wait for God to reveal it, as Anonymous stated that I’m hiding behind God.
You see ,it’s not so much that my truth has come out, but how and why. And what happens when one little half truth is expounded by one certain person to a whole congregation by word of mouth.Well, most of the congregation.
The stares . the games. The lies.The contempt. Who should be ashamed? No one.
You were all played.But what gets me is that no one has come forward.Fear? Fear of what?Of your own guilt and shame.That convicts you.And it can only be removed by a contrite… and no ,not to your priest…actually that would help.But by righting a wrong.
How far did it go?Community Action.Catholic Charities.St. Vincent de Paul.Maybe it goes all the way back to 1992.Our Lady of Perpetual Help. God reveals everything in time.And he will reveal how you were all complicit in this due to your arrogance.I could not figure out where all the trauma that I was inflicted with started all those years ago. A man who has hounded me through his well placed connections all over the country and through his resources,has found me where ever I’ve been to exact his revenge for the biased perceived wrongs he considers I’ve done.

Maybe just satan manipulating humans,affording me the opportunity for forgiveness?
One person could have put a stop to it. No one did. You all took pleasure in this malfeasance.I wonder how else you’ve all been manipulated by the one so easy to forget,the one who is now as subtle but apparent as a silent but deadly one.And who else you have murdered with your thoughts and actions.Without examination.Just read Daniel 13
click here ,about the virtue of Susanna.
The one who was appointed to be your shepherd could have at anytime time employed the Holy Spirit to examine both sides…but revenge is a strong motivator.Do you understand Christ’s commandment of Forgiveness, now. I hope you do. For it is for all.Offended and Offender.He was the Truth. The Word.Jesus .”Forgive them Father for they know not what they do. “

Now, it is many persons complicit in this affair.The people at St. Vincent de Paul,Community Action,Catholic Charities, the parish,sister BJ’s… first names?Bruce,H.B., K.V., S. C., C.C., J.R.,M.F.,Paula Mc.,the girls at Fresh Start… one specifically. T.C. & Susaan. You should have asked me.There are many more names…how do you right a wrong of this magnitude? start from the beginning. I am sick.Really. I am homeless living in a vacant lot. I’m alone.
Yes, God is with me. But the fact is ,that me and God are not the only ones on this planet.Should I abandon you? You are just children. I miss you all.
All.
Including all of my family. Right a wrong. Amen.

May
05

Leah :click here
Here is a woman, a friend, a true friend to Christ.Here is a person that gives without one having to ask.
I did actually write about her before, but I did not use her name…here it is.. the article.
Answered Prayers.Thank you Father. sat, april,19th
Thank you for noticing the beautiful woman in me .The writer(Maya Angelou) I have heard of before and this is actually the 1st thing of hers I have read.”Beautiful Christian Sister”.You ,yesterday, were an answer to my prayers.I specifically asked my Father for someone to talk to. I asked for some one to invite me to their home .I asked that someone would invite me to dinner and share. I asked for someone to go to mass with me . I asked for someone to be a witness to the rejection and lies that I suffer at others hands.I asked for someone to help me in anyway they could.I asked for someone to inquire of God.Before ,yesterday, I had been alone for awhile. I was not alone for that day.All Day!It would have been a blessing if 1 or 2 of my petitions had been met and that would have been fulfilling of Gods promise.But, through your courage and willingness to do Gods will, He and you met, all in one Day these blessings.Blessed be God Forever.And blessed are you who heard God and responded , acted and provided a beautiful child such as me with love.I send forth my Holy spirit and the HOLY SPIRIT to you.Receive the breathe of life.And a special thanks to your husband, for you are one.He also receives my gift of love and kindness.I Love you both.FATHER ,SON and HOLY SPIRIT,AMEN.
She paid $50 to my rent.Without me even asking!She then waited for me at Catholic Charities for an hour and was also a witness to Sandra’s statements.She then took me to lunch at Carl’s Jr’s,and afterwords we went to Mass.Church at 12:00 p.m. Then we went to her house to talk for hours…but what really impressed me was that she offered me water as soon as we walked through the door,well… she really just handed it to me.That’s even better.What hospitality!!What courage.And she is only 22 years old.She then topped it off by picking El Chico’s to eat at.She barely ate anything! A bowl of rice and tortillas.that poor darling.She said she was eating lite.I hadn’t told her I had been craving El Chico’s for months and I don’t believe I had been there but once in my life, and that was in Dallas.She and God answered all my prayers.Her kindness I cherish. And then I met her husband and they are so beautiful together.They are so young readers, so keep them in your loving prayers, that they’ll be blessed with over abundant joy,peace and prosperity. and no, she does not take every “homeless” person and squander naively her love and wealth, nor does her husband.Come on give them some credit.They are both extremely intellectual.And spirited. And responsive to God’s Will.And I would never manipulate them for profit. I can’t.it’s against my nature.Do you have no understanding of me through reading my words that I write?They are my “words” and ” thoughts”.I love you Leah and Christopher.
Apr
29

Anonymous has left a new comment on your postRachels Challenge”You Just May Start A Chain React…“: they should have killed you! think of how happy all the people from your past would be. your sister, brother and father. you fucked up their lives! 17 stab wounds! not enough! you should receive 17 stab wounds for every time you hit your sister. do all these readers know about your real past? tell the truth! don’t hide behind the name of GOD.

Dear Mr. Anonymous ,
You are really in need of some wisdom. read this . something to ponder.Did you take into consideration my dad’s interest in having these things of ours put on the web before you made your very public Comment .I am going to print the story if he insists on continuing half truths , innuendos, and not accepting “all” of ours responsibility in this sorrow. I am more than willing to write the story but I don’t think he’s going to like it.All these things can be verified one way or another through examination. I know who I am.I know alot more of him than he wants to believe,he’s good at self deception.Example;ignoring every cry for help that was visible to his naked eye. The fact that Christy was a living skeleton. She was extremely anorexic.When I time AND TIME again TRIED TO TELL HIM he ‘d always brush it off as “she’s at a perfect weight”.”you’re all just jealous of her!” She was less than 90 lbs.!!?Come on, nobody can look good with a bone protruding out and hanging from her shoulder socket.Why? In spite of these things ,I loved my sister and brother. I was forced by Lupe and by Christy’s , unwillingness .Maybe you should ask Teodoro Leon Jr. if he wants me to continue. You think your comment is not traceable? Now ask him why he never took Christy to a doctor or hospital during this time.I will wait for a reasonable time for your response. At lioner2@yahoo.com

Yes.You’re right. But of course you only get half truths.Why not reveal yourself and we can bring the truth of the matter to light together.So much suffering.For them still.And for you.Ask Christy. And then ask Carlos. then you ask Lupe.And then you ask Ted Leon Jr. how he drove ,through a severe beating of Lupe while she was pregnant, this woman crazy enough to torture all of us through extreme manipulations.Yes ,it seems you know just a half truth.Hence the reason this comment won’t be deleted. I told that woman, Lupe ,a long time ago ,that she could say whatever she wanted , but that I would not be part of her sickness of violence and revenge.I repented many years ago,only by God’s grace, hence the reason I was always leaving and living on the street(she always found me) as a teenager.I left my dad in Georgia for this reason,Because of the game that woman still played.She kept whispering for his death. I left everything then and have many times since, because I have never been deceived since and will no longer be manipulated by no one.So lets bring out the truth,Anonymous, and we shall see the true mercy God has provided for us all. Looks I have much more to write about.Thank you for your candidness.
I fucked up their lives?That sure gives me a lot of power, to this day.You are wrong, that was one aspect of their lives. But I guess you know the truth because you were there? Let us ask .But of course you might not like what is revealed of the “Sanctity” of Ted Leon Jr.Where was I conceived? ask my mother and T. Leon Jr.And why?Let’s reveal the truth,shall we.Too Late.Of course feel free to respond. I will tell the truth.Been wanting to for awhile. The lies and manipulations of the truth and half-truths has gone on long enough.
Who’s hiding behind the name of God? What kind of ignorant statement is that? I’ve told the truth from the beginning. I told my wife Ellen. I told the therapist at O.U.. I told many people.Never have I hidden it ,for the simple fact that I wanted people to know what God has done for me.For the simple fact that I wanted people to know the extent of violence and revenge. Because I wanted people to know a true act of Forgiveness. How even the most blessed are manipulated due to the guilt ,shame and arrogance of others’ own convictions. How what severity people such as yourself impose by calling for blood and not following Christs commandment of Forgiveness. No ,don’t forgive me. It’s a grace of and from God. You can not forgive unless you forgive informedly. Yes , there is much to forgive. Your hate has already caused you to act with out wisdom…but maybe this is the only way. It started with a phone call to Ted Leon Jr. by someone that I intentionally gave his location to at dinner.And I knew what would happen.Did T.Leon think he could just slander me with no consequences for his half truths. The sins of the father. Ask Christy to tell the truth and what part she played,willingly.She was no innocent victim. Ask Carlos, tell him to tell you how I would hit that belt on the ground as hard as I could and instruct him to yell as loud as he could as if I had hit him( because Lupe wanted to hear these noises).He did it. He did not get hit,anymore.And we laughed.
Sins of the step mother. Ask Christy how I would instruct her time and time again to do the same. She would not scream.She would stare at me with defiance. She would go immediately into the house and tell Lupe the game I had attempted. I would be trumped with an assault charge by Lupe and go to jail. I would be kicked out of the house by some lie of hers that she told Ted Leon Jr., and he would willingly consent to it. All because I didn’t want to hit Christy and Christy would not go along because of her perverse attraction to Lupe.Lupe force fed her and Carlos excessive amounts of food that she piled high on their plates. Ted Leon didn’t notice?Lupe induced the anorexia on her.She was wickedly smart.Should I go on?Because this is not how it begun. I shall go back and fill in the blanks for you perverts that get a kick out of suffering . I shall tell of the sins of the father he would pass on to a young 14 year old kid that was manipulated by a woman he turned evil due to his violence. He is the one crying out for help now.
“Is it because,Ted Leon Jr., the next time you tried to wash the wall with her blood I got between you and her at the age of 13 and I told you that I would not allow you to do this to her or yourself ever again. And you being a grown man submitted to my statement with reluctance. You already knew then, that I spoke with power and authority, even then,hence the reason you made no attempt then or ever again to shed her blood.”But you did make the statement to her,’See what you’ve done! You turned my son against me!’ No I am not against you, never have been. If it hadn’t been for me ,we would have all suffered an extremely painful death. To bad your hate for me and this woman’s hate for us divided us…I tried to tell you. You always punished me. You were baffled.She told you so many lies and you believed them all.She manipulated you then and still does to this day. “

A history of violence.
Where to begin? The rest of this has been transferred to Violence, Revenge, Forgiveness, to continue click here http://violencerevengeforgive.blogspot.com/

Apr
26

Rachel’s Challenge is committed to the message of Rachel Scott to start a chain reaction of kindness and compassion. Rachel’s Challenge is a non-religious, non-political, non-profit organization.

“I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion then it will start a chain reaction of the same.”Rachel Scott

Rachel Scott was the first person killed at Columbine High School on April 20, 1999. Her acts of kindness and compassion coupled with the contents of her six diaries have become the foundation for one of the most life-changing school programs in America – Rachel’s Challenge.

Darrel Scott(Rachel’s father) wrote a poem that perfectly describes the problems we face and provides the answer for those courageous enough to believe:

“Your laws ignore our deepest
needs
Your words are empty air
You’ve stripped our heritage,
You’ve outlawed simple prayer
Now gunshots fill our
classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers
everywhere,
And ask the question, ‘Why?’
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed,
And you fail to
understand
That God is what we need!”


creators.com opinion by Chuck Norris/Terminating teenage violent crime,2008-04-15 click here to read

Apr
25

This is going to be a lengthy story, as it spans the course of a year ,I believe ,if my memory serves me correctly.But it doesn’t end with the incidents of this year. It can be verified through records held in the Cleveland County Courthouse(motions,court minutes..etc.), records(I never received my copies and what they did send was heavily blacked out. Of course , I did get a letter from Janet Reno ) kept at the FBI that I instigated under the Omnibus Crime Law, the Roman Catholic Church( as a result of the assistance I received ) and who knows who else, as these things were not done in secret. It can not be written in one day, so this will be an evolving document, so in time , material will be added to continue the story.
1991.
My wife and kids and I arrived in Oklahoma due to the availability of my wife’s family and the fact that Tinker Air force Base was minutes from where her aunt and uncle lived.This was necessary and convenient for the birth of our daughter , Elena Roxanne at Tinker. The military had Bekins Moving and Storage transfer our personal and household goods and place them in storage in Houston, where we thought we were going to move and live .
As a result of difficulties and stresses we encountered in Houston , we both agreed that, until the birth of Elena it would be wise for her to be around family, so we went to OKC.
Let me get to the meat of the title and then weave in and out …

1992
After the events of the day I was ready for some peace. But it was not to occur. While looking out the window of my apartment I noticed that Carl Todd Russell and David Brown were walking next to my building.My motorcycle was parked at the end of my stairs leading to my upstairs apartment. I understood,due to the inability or unwillingness of the police to protect me from the days earlier assault on my person by Carl Todd Russell( he ,with no instigation on my part, punched me in the forehead,HARD) and the repertoire he had with the police( shaking hands,slapping each other on the back…chummy ,chummy), that they were sent to instigate me. I was aware that they would attempt to cause damage to my “bike” to further instigate me, so that is the reason I had moved the bike from the parking lot to the foot of the stairs. But ,as he had assaulted me out of the blue ,I had put a stick(one of those white ,round wooden things found in newer Apartments closets to hang clothes on) in the net of my bike to fend off another attack. When I went downstairs to check on the bike,David Brown came out from underneath the stairwell and I thought we were fixing to fight. He had a smile on his face and stated that he and Carl Todd were sorry for the incident earlier in the day and to make up for it they wanted to smoke a joint with me as a peace offering. I told him that I was just baffled as to why Carl Todd had hit me in the first place but I was more than willingly to brush it under the rug, considering we were neighbors in the same apartment complex. I let him know I was going to just let my wife know were I was going. I went upstairs and told her were I would be. I noticed on the way down the stick on my bike was no longer there,so I asked David what happened to it. He said they threw it away,just to make sure there were no more problems. Good answer.As we approached the corner of his building to to turn right , he started going left . I asked him were he was going as I got to the corner and I saw the stick that had been on my bike arc and intersect with my nose full force by a swing of Carl Todd’s hands. If my face had been a baseball ,it would have been a home run. I was infuriated,realizing I had been duped again. I asked him,as he threw this stick to David,”Why the Hell did you do that?” He responded something to the effect that they were going to fuck me up .” Not so tough without your sword are you?” I said, “what?” as David proceeded to pound me on top of my head with the stick. Well ,amazingly with the trauma already inflicted, I did not pass out, but instead grabbed that stick out of David ‘s hand and started to give him a dose of his own violence.Well, then this is when things got a little uglier.As I met the stick with David’s head,Carl Todd stabbed me in the right bicep.I dropped the stick out of pained surprise. Now I knew for sure they meant to “Fuck me up!” David picked up the stick again and started to hit me. I had had enough of this and grabbed the stick out of his hands and raised it above my head with both hands and it exploded into a million splinters. Really! Like as if by magick. It surprised even me! Now David was hitting me with his fists, so I gave him a front kick right into his stomach and he exhaled “OOMPH!”I knew it really hurt him. But as my foot had connected with his stomach Carl Todd grabbed the opportunity to plunge that knife into my right thigh and pull down. He left an approximate 2-3 inch jagged gash .Son of a bitch ,now that one really hurt and it dawned on me they were not just trying to fuck me up, they were trying to kill me!! I immediately started bleeding profusely and I knew I had only minutes if not seconds to get away before I was not able to as a result of the profuse bleeding. I was pinned between them with a fence on one side and their building on one. Carl Todd continued to stab me as I rolled to the ground attempting to get away from the reach of the knife. I started losing consciousness,but I kept rolling. Now I came to the point that I was not rolling anywhere, I was just lying there. So now , they took their time with no fear . In fact I could see the pleasure they were having. At least they were happy at their work(LOL). I was on my back,when Carl told David to turn me over on my stomach, which he did.Carl then proceeded to stab me up and down my spine.Carl then told David to turn me over again and lift up my arm.He did. Carl then stabbed me in in my right(side) lung, causing a partial pneumothorax.My lung deflated. Now Carl instructed David to tilt my head back and open my mouth.Now I could tell by the look on Davids face that he was baffled. Carl actually got mad at him and threatened him and told him to do just what he told him. He tilted my head back and held my mouth open as Carl proceeded to remove from his back pocket a pint of Jack Daniels, open it, and pour it down my throat.My first thought was to give thanks to GOD for at least letting me have a good drink before I died. I know I then died.
My doberman pinscher(Liebchen) had at this time been trying to breakout of the 2nd floor apartment(this is according to Ellen) by jumping through the living room(she sensed and probably could see what was happening to me from her vantage point,as to where I wound up after rolling.) window.This had freaked Ellen out as she had no idea what was going on outside.We had just earlier got Liebchen from an Airforce member who informed us that she was an Airforce trained security dog ,but that her commands were in German.Ellen put the leash on her and the dobie literally almost yanked her arm out of Ellen’s socket as she dragged her over to me. She saw me lying on the ground and covered in blood but had not realized I had been stabbed and beaten so severely. I came to then and saw an angel with anguish on her face and I heard Liebchen whimpering. I heard Ellen yell,” I see you motherfuckers hiding under the stairs and don’t think I don’t know who you are!”With Liebchen’s help, she dragged me back to our building and left me at the bottom of the stairs, cause I couldn’t go any further!She went to call the police, but the sirens were already in the air.The ambulance was there before she even called the police,within 2-3 minutes according to the time she dragged me to the stairs and she walked up them. She had just got off the phone with 911 when she came down the stairs and saw the paramedics cutting all my clothes off me. She then(being a 91-c ,e-5 in the army)realized the extent of my injuries.And she was pissed that they were letting me be exposed in full nudity( a crowd was gathering ,drawn by the sirens) .
She then witnessed the police arrive and the assailants come out of the shadows and calmly walk over to the police and shake hands and hand over the knife. She said they were even laughing and slapping each other on the back.They obviously knew each other. I believe I died again. Next thing I know is the paramedics putting me in a pressure suit.I remember them trying to comfort me,telling me I was going to be okay. I think they were trying more to comfort themselves,it was horrific. And they could tell by the amount of wounds that this was not ordinary.
They stuck me in the ambulance and I heard them say ,”we’re losing him!”And then , “We lost him!!” And immediately I was in the most peace I had ever felt and knew I was going home.Yes, I saw the bright light.And was going toward it, but a voice immediately said to me,”You can come home,but before you make that decision ,be aware that they will kill the children.” It was no effort to decide and I found myself back in my body in the ER, coming to, hearing somebody yelling at me ,”What did you do with the stick that you attacked those men with!?” I became coherent enough to realize it was some woman cop yelling at me.

1987 William Beaumont Army Medical Center is located in El Paso , Texas, the place of my birth. I was training there through the Job partnership training act on the Pre-op/post-op ward.Sgt. Nangle was my immediate supervisor. I was attending A.A. And N.A. .Though I was not really an abuser of drugs.Yes I did smoke Pot.But not during my “sobriety. It was on a condition that my grandmother stipulated if I was to stay with her(going to treatment , not giving up pot, didn’t need it at the time).No, I am not in denial. I stayed sober and clean for a total of 2 years. I did the steps. The steps showed me how to empower myself. I still believe in them for those needing to know how do what they want and live.

A.A. is where I met Ellen. She started coming to the 12:00 meeting at the arid club in her white military nurses uniform and my first immediate impression was that she was extremely sick ,in every aspect, she was extremely anorexic.Gaunt.Eyes shrunken in the sockets.Very bright bleached blond hair that was damaged due to her condition.Extremely unattractive. But she was really animated.Sgt Ray Goin (my sponsor) introduced us.”Ted, I ‘d like you to meet Sgt.Ellen Spicer!” After listening to me speak in a couple of meetings and ascertaining that I was not a psycho she asked me out to coffee at the Village Inn, but she was quick to point out she only had a couple of dollars(LOL).We went in her car.She was not used to it. I tried to be a friend and I was.

I was allowed to do many things on the floor at WBMAC ( Ellen also worked here on the OB/GYN/Post Partum Ward)than other CNA’s were allowed . I was basically training in the capacity of a 91b. The other civilian CNA’s training there( and I think I saw only 2) only filled the water jugs,emptied urinals, changed linen … etc. I suctioned tracheotomies, cleansed halo’s,inserted and D/C’d catheters, under supervision of a nurse dispensed meds,enemas(B/O), including vitals and other things(assisted in a lumbar puncture and would perform depactions, De brie wounds, repack wounds).
I ran everyday and even participated with some of the enlisted and officers in a couple of marathons by their invitation.
Ellen became a friend and I started showing her Juarez and the surrounding areas.White Sands, Ruiodoso,Las Cruces ,Carlsbad Caverns.And she enjoyed it and my company.I did not push myself on her and that attracted her. I was a gentleman. Still Am.
Ellen had flunked her Pt test again and was desperate. I started by conditioning her appetite to increase her strength. She was more at peace than when I had first met her. Rock climbing at Hueco Tanks increased her stamina. Her muscles were turning athletic. I would get her Mc Donald’s on the way to work . I made sure she ate. I introduced her to the foods of El Paso and Juarez. Chico’s Tacos. Abuelitas Tamales. Ciro’s Flautas.Villa de Mar.She started filling out. She loved the food and the company.I was her friend. Then when she actually did PT with the Army I was there with her,side by side ,running…encouraging her. No not yelling.Being a friend.
I had promised God that if she did not kill herself, in Oklahoma during a trip up there, that I would take care of her until she was able to take care of herself and live.She had recently bought a gun and had taken it up to Oklahoma with her on the trip( I was not aware of this at the time). I was at my Grandmothers house when she called after 10 p.m. and riled my Grandmother.She wanted to know what I was doing and I told her it was late and my Grandmother was irritated that she had called so late. She apologized and said that she would never do it again and I told her it was okay …just watch the time.We said goodbye and hung up. I went back to bed and then got the horriblest feeling.Thoughts.The gun.”Ill never do it again.” The extreme sadness. Death. I knew what she was going to do , so I asked God immediately with tears in my eyes, if that he would allow her to live, I would take care of her and make her well.When she came back from Oklahoma a few days later, she was so happy to see me.I was happy to see her! She confessed to me on her own that she was going to have killed herself while in Oklahoma. I asked her how? She said she was fixing to pull the trigger with the gun in her mouth but that at the last second she had not the desire to die. I asked her when this act occurred. She said a little while after she had gotten off the phone with me.She explained, that was the reason she had called, to say goodbye one last time. I told her I was glad she called and was aware that she was in mortal danger. And how I knew. And what I promised and to Who.She was so beautiful now.She glowed
That is why I was with her, running PT on base with her.
I eventually moved in with her at her request to help her with the rent and she said it would get me out of my grandmothers house. I agreed. My dad had been calling everyone in the family to pressure my grandmother to throw me out.I thanked her and accepted her offer.
Now the military took notice of these abilities and the actions. They saw Ellen’s transformation within a matter of months.They saw to what extent I was willingly to go for a human being . And what change I effected.Nothing is done in secret. Especially on a military base.
Sgt. Nangle wanted to have a word in the report room with me.That’s where he told me that he and Sgt. O’reilly(Reilly?), his immediate , and a few others had noticed my abilities and what I did on base and were very impressed. He asked me if I knew what CID was? Not really ,I told him. He explained that It stood for Criminal Investigation Division of the Army. I was sort of baffled.So he said flatly “we can always use someone with your proven abilities in CID.” He was trying to recruit me into CID based on what they had observed at the A.A. meetings(many military attended including SSgt. Ray Goins,counselor at the ADAPC[Army alcohol drug abuse prevention and control programmpdadapc ], my interaction with Ellen(Sgt.), My interaction with the people of the hospital,my interaction in general and my ability to effect a change for the better. I told him I was not really interested. He said for me to think about it. I told him I really didn’t feel like going to Basic training .I would not have to go to basic training, as I Had already proved myself, he told me. He again told me to think about it. He emphasized that they wanted me just as I was.Desperately.
The rest of this continues at Violence Revenge Forgiveness.To Read Click Here

Apr
24

Yes , I don’t know where I’ll sleep…sure I have “friends” with roofs over their heads but like I said they are all crack heads(Hence my mission and the blog homelessokc.blogspot.com).
One lives with his mother @” the courts”( crackville) at the age of 45 for the last 3 years. I won’t impose on them.He’s enough of a burden on her anyway.
Robert,the man who stole from me, has a house with some older woman he’s shacking up with and leeching off . And their home is excessively infested with roaches(so bad, that the time I slept on their sofa there were literally 6 on me at a time while I slept)Then, even though they stole that huge amount ,when they couldn’t make a profit off me ,they had no problem kicking me to the curb( they thought I was going to have a law suit against the jail for the non- medical treatment and be rolling in dough soon and when they realized that is not the way I work,out you go…but they never did recompense me for the theft) 3 weeks later.I usually left their house at 6:30 am( to make to mass at Our Lady’s @ 7:30) and wouldn’t return til 9:30 pm, as not to impose on their dysfunctional life.I’m an empath, and could barely stand being around them.I literally just slept there.
My “friend ” Jay has no woman, but does have his own place and I did stay a couple of nights on his sofa when I got really sick and couldn’t literally move, but I got to see in that short time that he was a crack head also( he had kept it hidden from me) and that he had “people” there til 6:00 am smoking in his room.
That shit wafes through the air and the negativity(evil) combined with that crack smoke in the air made me deathly ill .I would have left had I been able to move, but I was too sick.
My friend Frank has a little efficiency at the Classen senior citizen Tower..but he is also a crack head and a drunk with the same scum leeching off him(He is a really nice guy).
But I can’t “hang” with these people, it makes me too sick,literally.
Even if I could go to the mission ,it’s the same story…they smoke crack in the bathrooms with impunity.There is even an OKC police officer stationed there that does nothing.
I just want peace.The trees don’t smoke crack ,yet. But to get to a secluded spot means walking miles out of town from where I am at.Past I -240 to make sure I’m not on private property trespassing. So tired…couldn’t realistically do it even if I was healthy as a goat. And then walk all the way back to 10th and robinson to get a free breakfast at 6:30 am.Listen people, I’m fucking sick(bronchitis,the foot surgeries,testicular masses and the bleeding I experience due to my diverticulitis[anemic at that], not to mention the 17 stab wound scars “all”[ yes ,these persons who did this intended me to suffer and they took great pleasure ]over my body including up and down my spine and in my lung.
The people I know that don’t smoke crack or have an extreme dysfunction in their lives are morally apathetic.They state that I could go do all the things listed above ignorantly. they just don’t care.they have no understanding. So they lie and allow me to suffer.
My pain is in direct relation to my sinfulness?
I really do feel like Job.
People say that the traumas inflicted on me are a result of my sinfulness.Karma. Payback. And some insist that it has not been enough!
I really, honestly, can’t recall sinning against my Father.
Yes I do smoke Marijuana, but it’s a gift from GOD.It’s a natural plant!Unadulterated.
I’m highly allergic to adulterants, including the drugs sugar,salt and caffeine( in the excessive amounts put in our processed foods.And to top it off, the food corporations have even adulterated these naturals) .
Marijuana is the only medicine that provides peace and relief for me from my pain.
How can you smart people believe the lies about it killing brain cells.Would I be able to write as eloquently as I do if there was even an ounce of truth to this propaganda?
I do not do man made “DRUGS”. I am a naturalist.Not even aspirin.Unless,of course, I’m in the hospital with a couple of holes in my foot[adulterants-and-my-body( click here) ]
Those adulterants are the enslavers.
The problem with pot and our youth?
You assholes have never shown your children to give thanks to GOD for it, less tell them the truth ,because you yourselves are deceived . You don’t even give thanks to GOD for the wine, beers ,and spirits you consume.Hence , the reasons for mass consumption and the desire for obliteration.Learn to give thanks to GOD for all good things that He gave you and teach your children such.
You people are “mindless” sheep !
Wait,even, according to Jesus,sheep recognize their Master’s voice.Which Master do you follow?
Wake up. Remember!
Be aware and don’t fall victim to the dictates of men with an agenda.
Moses only came down with 10 commandments! And why do you think those other” laws” were added and by who?
Remember Moses father- in- law,Jethro(exodus 18;1-27 to read ,click here)?
Don’t forget Jethro is the high priest of Baal. He never repents and/or rejects his god,baal. There is no statement that he accepts God as his “god”.Even Satan refers to God as God ,he just never submits to God as his God,although, inspite of himself he does God’s will.(Jer 19;5 click here to read).
Jethro is also a “Kenite”, a descendant of Cain .
And also read how it was not God who partitioned the duties, but how it was a suggestion of his father-in law.And then maybe you can guess why and to who those duties they fell.
Power,control,greed.
It’s in the bible people, read it.
Can’t you see the perfection of the ten commandments(click here to read)?
Are you going to say that God said later out of ignorance,” Whoops ,forgot a few things!”
Stoning an adulterous woman[Deut.22;20-24click here to read] to death is contradictory to “Thou shall not murder”.
The five books (the Torah) contain both the complete system of biblical law, called commandments (Hebrew: mitzvah, plural mitzvot) of which 613 have been enumerated. Now I got this figure from wikipedia,so I’m not sure how accurate it is ,but as I recall from memory, it is pretty close to , if not too liberal , the figure.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torah

Apr
24

Sister Susan called to catholic charities for me and spoke to Tim Connor the director,and had me go there to see a woman named Susan…she came to the lobby and started talking to me about my case there in the lobby ,which was a good indication she was not taking me to her office ,which was a good indication the outcome was going to be in the negative,for me. Bulls eye. At least I’m not as naive or willing to give the benefit of the doubt as I used to be , I saw it for what it was.”Well the reason we can’t assist you is because it’s a motel and you don’t have a lease agreement”. I told her I was under the impression from Sister Susan that the lease would not be an issue,as they were well aware of the status of the place as incorporated as a motel, but that it was actually an apartment. I already knew that was the reason ,I told her. So, I told her that I came all this way for nothing, again, and now you have also lied to Sister Susan, by allowing her to believe that they were going to assist me.Why then, would Sister Susan had sent me there, again to be told the same thing? I told her that they were all willingly complicit in their lies, time and time , again. I told her those times that I sat in that lobby waiting for hours allowed to me to see to what extent they would lie.”No we don’t assist in rent,” Sandra Carrillo would tell walk-ins that I supposed she had no intention of helping. So , then I asked her if it was a federal guideline they were following, because then it would be apparent why they were so willing to lie, because they no longer were”Catholic Charities” but a corrupt federal agency.She said that these were “their” guidelines. I told her that made it even more corrupt, it being Catholic Charities. I asked her if I then called my manager and if she would fax a lease agreement, would that do?I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to approve the monies one way or another, but what could she say in the lobby with witnesses? Of course she said yes. I called Linda and asked her if she had an actual lease she could fax and of course Linda said no ,for legal and money reasons(they’d have to take me to court if I failed to pay rent and that it would cost them “money”). Well , that was the end of that. I told Susan it was obvious that they were all complicit in the gossiping and lies( I told her I was aware that it was Kathy Vance at ST. Vincent DE Paul who started the problems and that they were complicit according to their actions and behaviours) . I told her that it was God who had put them in these positions of power at Catholic Charities and as they were unwilling to do Gods work they would first be removed from their positions and “lo and behold ” they would all find themselves homeless.I told her an injustice is paid with an injustice.And when it happened ,remember why.The disease runs deep.
I then told her that if they had just been willing to do Gods will they would have been aware of the manipulation and deceivements, but now that they went along willingly ignorant they were just as much as fault. I then passed out my card and explained to her that I had reluctantly wrote up an article on my site listed on the card detailing the eventsClick here to read , along with the names of those willingly involved in my suffering. I told her about the stigmata imposed on me by a man( Dr. Gary Anderson,there are 3 @Baptist Integris, so exclude the other Garys) and how I have walked from downtown with extreme pain in my foot to be lied to again and again.She said she could give me a bus token.I told her I would rather suffer their lies and the pain to give more merit to the act of forgiveness. During this time , people are in the lobby area listening( employees).Nobody challenged me .Nobody said what I was saying was untrue.They all knew it was the truth.I said other profound things,but it would take all day to write it…you get the gest of it.So ,yes ,as of 5 pm I am homeless due to the avarice ,malfeasance and lies of men(mainly women, the men were to much of cowards and worked behind the scenes).A corrupt and faithless generation.I can’t tell any difference from the Gospel people and these people.It’s like it’s happening all over again.What a nightmare!! I’m too sick to be walking here and there to eat( I’ve got $5) so I’ve inclined myself to walk out of town and find a little wooded area and just sit.I’m tired. I was given false hope.I fell for it ,again.I’m sick and tired.Don’t want to sit in some alley…just want some peace.Hence the reason of the wooded area.Peace.To top it off,even if I wanted to go to a shelter my card expired and I can not subject myself to anymore adulterants,the TB shot.It’s an active virus.They give it for a reason other than protecting the public.Same thing with the card.To keep track and control.A corrupt and evil generation.No more my Father.Please empower me with my rightful inheritance .And send me the money that was stolen from me by family(50,000 my grand father had left me,but my dad having the same name… I’ve never seen it.)A nd certain people.So much has been stolen from me!But no food and water in a wooded area after walking all day to get there…I’ll be so tired(exhausted), pray that I’m not alone for too long before the angels come for me…After 5pm I’ll go finsh up my blog at the downtown library until 9pm,closing time.then I’ll start walking. Starvation,thirst and the worst for a human; loneliness.
Yes , I don’t know where I’ll sleep…sure I have “friends” with roofs over their heads but like I said they are all crack heads(Hence my mission and the blog homelessokc.blogspot.com).One lives with his mother @” the courts”( crackville) at the age of 45 for the last 3 years. I won’t impose on them.He’s enough of a burden on her anyway.Robert,the man who stole from me, has a house with some older woman he’s shacking up with and leeching off . And their home is excessively infested with roaches(so bad that the time I slept on their sofa there were literally 6 on me at a time while I slept, then even though they stole that huge amount ,when they couldn’t make a profit off me ,they had no problem kicking me to the curb( they thought I was going to have a law suit against the jail for the non- medical treatment and be rolling in dough soon and when they realized that is not the way I work,out…but they never did recompense me for the theft) 3 weeks later.I usually left their house at 6:30 am( to make to mass at Our Lady’s @ 7:30) and wouldn’t return til 9:30 pm, as not to impose on their dysfunctional life.I’m an empath, and could barely stand being around them.I literally just slept there.My “friend ” Jay has no woman, but does have his own place and I did stay a couple of nights on his sofa when I got really sick and couldn’t literally move, but I got to see in that short time that he was a crack head also( he had kept it hidden from me) and that he had “people” there til 6:00 am smoking in his room.That shit wafes through the air and the negativity(evil) combined with that crack smoke in the air made me deathly ill .I would have left , but I was too sick.My friend Frank has a little efficiency at the Classen senior citizen Tower..but he is also a crack head and a drunk with the same scum leeching off him(He is a really nice guy).But I can’t “hang” with these people, it makes me too sick,literally.
Even if I could go to the mission ,it’s the same story…they smoke crack in the bathrooms with impunity.There is even an OKC police officer stationed there that does nothing. I just want peace.The trees don’t smoke crack ,yet. But to get to a secluded spot means walking miles out of town from where I am at.Past I -240 to make sure I’m not on private property trespassing. So tired…couldn’t realistically do it even if I was healthy as a goat. And then walk all the way back to 10th and robinson to get a free breakfast at 6:30 am.Listen people, I’m fucking sick(bronchitis,the foot surgeries,testicular masses and the bleeding I experience due to my diverticulitis[anemic at that], not to mention the 17 stab wound scars “all”[ yes ,these persons who did this intended me to suffer and they took great pleasure ]over my body including up and down my spine and in my lung.The people I know that don’t smoke crack or have an extreme dysfunction in their lives are morally apathetic.They state that I could go do all the things listed above ignorantly. they just don’t care.they have no understanding. So they lie and allow me to suffer. I really do feel like Job. I really, honestly, can’t recall sinning against my Father.Yes I do smoke Marijuana, but it’s a gift from GOD.It’s a natural plant!Unadulterated.It s the only medicine that provides peace and relief. How can you smart people believe the lies about it killing brain cells.Would I be able to write as eloquently as I do if there was even an ounce of truth to this propaganda.I do not do man made “DRUGS”. I am a naturalist.No aspirin.unless I’m in the hospital with a couple of holes in my footadulterants-and-my-body( click here) Those are the enslavers.The problem with pot and our youth?You assholes have never shown them to give thanks to GOD for it, less tell them the truth because you are deceived yourselves. You don’t even give thanks to GOD for the wine and beers ,and spirits you consume.Hence , the reasons for mass consumption and obliteration.Learn to give thanks to GOD for all good things that he gave you and teach your children such. You people are mindless sheep !Wake up. Remember! Be aware and don’t fall victim to the dictates of men.Moses only came down with 10 commandments. And why do you think those other” laws were added and by who. Remember Moses Father in law? And how it was not God who partitioned the duties but by a suggestion of his father-in law and maybe you can guess why and to who those duties they fell.Power,control,greed.Can’t you see the perfection of the ten commandments? Are you going to say that God said later,” Woops ,forgot a few things!” The five books (the Torah) contain both the complete system of biblical law, called commandments (Hebrew: mitzvah, pl mitzvot) of which 613 have been enumerated. Now I got this figure from wikipedia,so I’m not sure how accurate it is ,but as I recall from memory it is pretty close to , if not a liberal ,figure.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torah