May 2026 backup
May 2026 backup due to cyber crime
Link to this blogpost:
https://motherearthtoo2022.blogspot.com/2026/05/may-2026-backup.html?m=1
Note, this backup is created 9May2026 due to cyber crime on my original, now not showing any of my notes. Yet it had! And had nothing to do with the message from Minnesota's Gov Walz on it!
I'll be back soon. - 9May2026
My father grew up in an orphanage during the Great Depression. He was forced on a foster home with his 3 brothers. They were abused and made to sleep under the porch on hay. He entered WW2 when he was 15 altering his birth certificate, to get away from the abuse. He received a purple heart. 💜 Hon. Colin Powell told me he was not telling me what he actually did to earn it, saving the crew on the truck when they came under fire - after USA dropped even another atomic bomb on Nagasaki even though CPT Tibbet murdered over 250,000 citizens: men, women, and children!
My father's viewpoint was it was a brutal scene in Hiroshima. He was a military police officer, as young as he was, being strong from working like a slave on the farm, as oldest son of 4. Dad had no grudge against the Japanese and thereafter had to socially dodge alot of bullets.
He just wouldn't talk about it. So he'd just say he fell off a truck and leave it like that, Keeping his own center of self-worth living a moral life and raising all 7 us to do the same yet acknowledging that it is our choice.
My father's favorite pass-time was looking out the picture window, watching deer 🦌 and other animals and birds. And sometimes watching our farmer friends till the soil, plant and harvest. It was corn used to feed the dairy cattle.
The reason we had to move was the furnace problem. None of my siblings cared to pitch in to restructure the home we grew up in. Dad was always realizing he had to pursue other options. A home came up for sale by the owner which avoided real estate red tape and am excessive fees. It was on the St Lawrence River in a small town of 500. Population increased to 3,000 in the summer. Ideal for a retirement homestead yet a much longer drive to the city where I was attending college and working. My younger siblings would finish highschool at a new school.
We moved there shortly before Thanksgiving and I was hit head-on by a sander truck driver with a 20 ton load on January 5, 1978. I was in ICU 2 1/2:weeks, being rushed to the OR due the alcoholic neurologist moving me out of ICU just to pasify elites who wanted to cover up this attempted murder. The neurologist almost finished me off but the blood clot he caused to move to my head was treated successfully.
Life has been chaotic ever since, due to the underlying corruption - doing all they can to use me as an example: you can't tell off a sex trafficker who makes money for CIA! 😤
Our journeys may be different yet we live having the same Creator, however we choose to understand that to be. CELEBRATE LIFE.
I will post copies of my notes which are covered up by cyber crime on the previous blogpost.
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