And for the saltier tongued appetite….
The Promise of Glittering Specks
glittering specks in chaff extrusions
are vomited out from the guts of
reaping machines of perfect vision and
many spit out bits of us
light brown stalks stems and seeds
glittering specks cling to the
insides of chutes
escaping showers of shucks
eventually embedded back
into the soil where they came from
glittering specks will grow leafy and tall
bearing glittering seeds for the meal
nourish us back into being
photo by felinda
poem by ramsy
Considered a ‘black’ woman as I am (I’m a mix of multiple ethnicities) and deemed “ASD” as I am, I would love to believe that I’m free to express my thoughts in this country without some “master of old” telling me to shut up and sit down.
But having had a few of my posts go “missing” and an account suspended , I have been absolutely reminded of where my place is. Despite this talk of “free and equal rights” for women, minorities and the developmentally disabled being proclaimed ever so loudly and constantly by The System.
All others may enjoy this alleged “generosity” but I remain reminded.
Considering that The System is in fact, the master of old anyway, I have lived long enough to suffer this ridiculous irony with a grain of salt. There are more important things to tend to.
I will try to share a short hypothetical story that I’ve cobbled together.
With no insults. No blatant TOS infractions and nothing that can even be dreamnt of as being “illegal”. It is meant to simplify a very important fact. A fact which is of , or can be of, urgent consideration.
Because there will be a massive amount of disabled adults in the near future…our children…
and it is our RESPONSIBILITY to make sure they are not in the care of entities who will hinder, enslave or destroy them. That’s all.
So..here’s my story; it requires the reader to imagine him/herself in it.
Imagine, please, that you are a young child. It’s passed your bedtime and you happen to be standing by a doorway to the kitchen where your parents are engaged in a low but urgent discussion. Obviously, they are trying to come to an agreement as to how to take your little sister’s cat to the vet to get euthanized without her knowing.
They can’t see you, but you can hear them. Your little sister is snoring sweetly in the bedroom you just left.
Mom: “She’ll be upset.”
Dad: ” Don’t you think I know this? Of course she is. This is why I came up with this story you seem reluctant to tell.”
Mom: “But she’ll know, Honey. I mean, she knows you and your whole family hates cats anyway and she will know you had it killed.”
Dad; “Not if you keep smiling and remain calm. It’s simple. We need to stay on the same page
for at least a couple of years until she’s older and we can tell her the truth…if she even brings it up. Okay?”
Mom: (sigh) “I guess so…”
Dad: “That’s my girl. Come on..let me hear what you’re going to say.”
Mom: ” I’m going to say…..’Sweetheart, remember that family we adopted Fluffy from? Well,
they just had a new litter and they asked if we can bring her back for a visit to meet her new brothers and sisters. Isn’t that sweet, Honey? Me and Daddy know you are absolutely, without a doubt one of the most understanding little girls we’ve ever known. Selfishness has never been a problem with you and neither have we ever worried about you.
Now, we can’t say for sure when she will come back home, but I promise that we’ll go back to get her if you can be a good girl and wait at least a month. So she can at least have time to make some memories, okay? That’s my girl.’ “
Dad: “Perfect. She won’t suspect a thing if you say it like that.”
You hear Dad give Mom a quick smooch and you hurry back to your bed before they can get up from the table. You don’t think of it too much as you go back to sleep. After all, your sister is only five years old..and your parents, as far as you’re concerned, have ….Best Intentions.
Fast forward twenty years, please. You’re coming back from vacation and returning home.
You called on your aunt (Mom or Dad’s sister) to housesit for you. The most important chore was feeding and looking after your cat Felicity. But as you wander through the house, there isn’t the familiar purring and rushing in that Felicity usually does after you come home. You call your aunt and you ask where Felicity is. The conversation which follows-
Aunt: “Hi Honey, what’s up?”
You: “Um, hello Auntie…I just got in and I don’t see Felicity anywhere. Do you know if she found a new hiding spot or…..?”
Aunt: (merry and light chuckle) “Oh for goodness sake, I’m sorry, I totally forgot to tell you.
You know that nursing home I work for? Well, a new resident arrived who was having a hard time adjusting to a strange place.
I, knowing you’re one of the most absolutely, without a doubt one of the most understanding
women I’ve ever known, took her there. Selfishness has never been a problem with you and , heck, no one has ever had to worry about you being selfish.
I decided they could borrow Felicity for a little while, just until the resident’s settled in more comfortably. I promise that I’ll get her back to you as soon as possible..that is ,if you won’t mind. Honey. I only ask for a month, just enough time for her to get a new cat of her own…”
Now, back to us, Reader.
The following is a documented lie (found in The Kissinger Report) that Henry Kissinger suggested that officials tell in order to
tell citizens…….covering up population controls. Population controls that were obviously not in the “right” because if they were, there wouldn’t have been such deception.
Kissinger would “be” your parents.
Fast forward a couple of decades, and that same body of a lie is written into
The United Nations “Declaration of Rights for the Disabled” and written into
a document from The World Health Organization concerning disabled individuals.
These organizations would “be” your Aunt.
The cats are subjects surrounded by mysterious circumstances and one may superimpose
the subject of our children and their mental disabilities on top.
We know how Fluffy ended, but we’re in the dark about where Felicity went.
My point? That you need to know the history of the words which have found their way into
laws that will affect our children as disabled adults, under seemingly charitable and “kind”
Though we are kept in the dark, the VERY least right you have…I strongly believe…is to figure out if blatant (if not sarcastic) deception is occurring, how it is and why.
It is information that no one will inform you of and information I have been literally stopped from posting.
I believe you should have the knowledge given to you to decide if it is important enough to YOU and your children.
After all….that’s what big sisters do.
I love these games.
More info on this ESP Trainer application can be found at
I’m not the best, but it never hurts to share a little info to help make it more fun for someone else to enjoy.
The message of a “village” raising our children is no longer limited to being an insulting suggestion.
It is now an incentivized expectation and we are no longer asked permission for strangers to invade our private lives to usurp control of our children’s upbringing.
As helpless as various groups of us feel, we are not hopeless. Not yet.
I’m an ASD labeled adult woman. I raised and am raising boys who obviously share a great deal of the issues and habits I myself went through as a young child.
I picked up quite a few tips on raising boys over the passed thirty years. All the way back to where the notion of boys behaviors being seen as “mental illness” brought snickers and outright hoots of laughter from the crowd. Unfortunately, now, the crowd has been manipulated into a complete and unfortunate twisted mindset.
No tip will work all of the time. This is why one needs to practice and practice often.
Just as The System has taken slow and deliberate steps over the course of decades to see our children are herded and groomed into manageable groups as adults …we too must take slow and deliberate steps to keep them.
I will share one of the things I came upon through the years.
Go buy some Legos. Tinker toys. Lincoln logs. Any toy that needs to be assembled-buy it. If he already has toys like these, I still suggest you purchasing your own set to bring into play.
One wouldn’t want to risk upsetting whatever story may be in process within his kingdom that you’re not aware of, if you think borrowing an existing set would be an easier option.
(We’re going for curious gazes. There’s no need to risk evoking hostile glares over how Mom relocated the kingdom of “Ooptie’ with the citizen “oopties” now doomed for eternity.)
Come home and without saying anything to your boy, start unpacking and playing with your new goodies.
Don’t invite him, don’t announce this “great surprise” you have for you both to enjoy…let him find you.
You may not think he’s paying attention, but he will be.
Standing off to the side or eyeballing the colorful contents, mildly perplexed over what Mommy (or Daddy) is up to, your darling’s attention may be piqued to some degree.
Rustle the bags a bit more while unpacking, whistle a tune..make as much extra noise while setting yourself up to play without making it obvious that you’re trying to get his attention..again.
You’d be tickled over just how savvy little guys truly are.
If he has approached the table or spot on the floor where you’ve camped, I will suggest a little bit of playing pretend. As excited as you may be ( if this is the first glimmer of hope you’ve had interaction wise), you should contain the excitement and play it cool.
Play it to the tune of needing his help or pretending to be “confused” by the heap of toys you bought for “yourself”. Even if he’s three years old and has never worked a set of blocks or seen a ball of clay before.
You’d be charmed and surprised how “knowledgeable” a young soul comes into this world knowing he ‘is’.
You may hear excitement you thought you would never hear. The quiet burbling of fantastic imaginative stories may come trickling out from those simple minutes. If it does, you’ll know how to run with it. If it doesn’t, there is a helping heaping of Tomorrows you were born having access to.
Instead of trying to wrangle our way into their world, we need to create a room from their world under as cool and unstressed ways as possible. We need to remain calm and act as natural as is possible while we create situations.
Situations where they are allowed to feel they’re in control in a positive way-where they can offer “advice” and their chests can swell with having taken initiative to show Mommy and/or Daddy what they can do and what how helpful they can be.
Without feeling watched. Analyzed. Scrutinized.
Forced to meet deadlines or measure up to some mysterious standard which is still unproven or presented to us from “on high’.
To this day I can remember how hot my face would get and how desperately anxious I would get from my parents waiting for my responses.
For, you see, I didn’t crow and giggle in delight opening gifts that were given. Inside, I could be trembling with happiness but my external reactions were labeled as being “ungrateful” or worse as a “spoiled brat who had no appreciation for what she had”.
I didn’t run after balls that were thrown and shied away from playing with other children-for this I was called “lazy” and (even at a young age of four) a “brat who thought she was better than everyone else.”
Many times I would feel complete opposite emotions to what I was accused of being and doing, but as many of you may know, there is a sort of unexplained prison that comes built many a sensitive ASD child’s psyche. The more I was watched and could feel the weight of the wait and eventual disappointment, the more it encouraged me to hide myself even further away-away from the constant reminders of how “broken” I was.
This was just one key to that prison that I’ve presented to you.
It may not work for every child. It is better than turning to a system that has only invested decades of time and money to surveil, monitor and herd our children like animals.
The younger , the better.
The more consistent you can be, the better.
The more variety of toys and projects you can fit into your days with your child, the better.
If you can afford a tattoo or nights out, you can most certainly invest in a video game console to play games WITH him, not set in front of him and walk away. There are plenty of puzzle video games and bloodless games that he can walk in and “find” you playing on your own. Never mind how high on the “cool” charts you will skyrocket to when your five year old sees Mommy playing.
Start gaming with him young enough and it will be many joyful years you’ve shared before he realizes your gaming skills aren’t any better than a cabbage. The point is to start.
The point is for YOU to be the one he is introduced to, not some faceless and heartless System.
If you are blessed, like I was, the role playing of being a parent “in need of help and guidance” will naturally evolve into expected play dates and surprising hours of chatter you may have only dreamed about since the days you were presented with the fear of a “vanishing” child.
The more confidence you work up to tune out the noisy babble of outside “experts” the better you’ll become to flex your natural superiority as your child’s truest Expert.
Your child’s truest and LOVING expert.
As it should be.
Side tip: eye make up to pronounce the eyes and smiling lips are very effective attention getters for toddlers. It’s just you and he at home..no one is trying to turn you into a clown or force uncomfortable habits into your routine if you’re more of a natural beauty. It’s just a very small practice that’s been known to entice the attentions of babies who are constantly on the look out for visually stimulating images; like clowns, picture book characters and the toys they play with.
It’s all about the play time-no different than theater stage play or the many costume parties you will enjoy planning together in the future.
photo By digitalskillet1
You’re going to craft a few silken kerchiefs for this.
It’s a Tribute to World of Warcraft Memorials
poignantly composed by Avendesora of Thunderhorn.
In a virtual society where the darkness can be just as black and deep as one can imagine, creations like this practically explode with beauty and brilliance in contrast.
Within a virtual vehicle where hideous trolls with more money than decency waste no time and spare no souls wrecking psychological havoc …
…creations such as this remind us how caring we were meant to be, how considerate we can be and how humane we will become once again.
Wherever and in spite of Whatever.
photo By New Africa
Before parents decide to get their child diagnosed for certain conditions, I have a wish list of things I pray that they think of.
Before they take the child in or are informed by the school that he or she was “evaluated” and enter into that entire
Labeling your child as Mentally Unfit for the rest of life…
I’m only writing down one off of that supposed wish list.
I want them to envision a time in the future where their adult child isn’t so happy with them.
Let’s say….right after running into yet another strip club, or movie theater. or restaurant that would not honor his debit card for service.
Because none of those services are allowed to be purchased through the debit card that is attached to the only bank account he is allowed.
Even though he’s a middle aged man.
Who can feed himself. Fix his car. And can work a job-even though the money..
HE as a MAN earns..will be in control of other men’s hands.
And damned be the horrors of this injustice if he served time in the military, getting shot at. Being good enough for that but not to manage his own
Or his own money.
This thing called “ABLE”.
My lord, do I pray parents think really, really hard about that one.
Heaven help them if they do not or can not read between these lines and continue blindly trusting those who make laws upon our lives without our say.