I have been meaning to do this for a while now...but time seems to be flying by. September is almost done. I feel like it just begun. Out of the entire month I have probably done a few things for myself. & that is okay. Most of the time I have been hopping and skipping in and out of different universes. Meeting some fabulous people who are either content and happy with the enchanting world they experience they were ambivalent to be with me, and others... so traumatized by their reality they are in pain - grateful to meet me.
I managed to spend some time with my cousin...which was awesome. I took her to a concert. She won tickets to go on stage with the band - and nobody wanted to go with her - so I engaged in the two hour drive to Oshawa and did the whole shebang with her. Surprisingly it was fun. The drive was important. We had a "talk" that I hope really got to her. It was needed. We then stuck around and she got in a few pictures with the band - and she managed to get the only tangible thing I had on me signed - my butt pack. She goes home with such a genuine smile... and an empty cigarette pack signed by the band...shes 16. Prob. not a smart idea on my part. Whatever. I digress.
Back on point...
I met an interesting young woman this week where at 60 years old her energy and lust for life-despite the distress she experiences...just captivated me. Her world revolves around God. But she is not religious. She loves existing. Talks about the many fruits of life. However, She speaks of this jealousy that everyone she meets has towards her. She is all-in-all good, and perfect in every internal and cognitive way possible. Her heart bleeds for the poor and her energy goes towards showing an indefinite amount of care for the children and youth for today. God was the one who made her stay in Canada-She wishes she was back in Ecuador though. She fell in love with an English man - smart, funny, and able to provide a life for her that she never knew existed. He was her father that left her as a child in many ways. Part of the reason she stayed in Canada was because she felt that God was telling her that he had left her mother to come here-she wanted to find him. 40 years later - no word from him. Since 2000 when the car accident happened involving a mysterious white van that was following her and drove her off the road-trying to prosecute her - her life changed. Why would a man in the white van want to try and kill you, I ask? She says-White is not for everybody. End of point.
Since then however, the neighborhood has turned evil. Everybody has been talking about her- calling her a prostitute, drug dealer, and criminal. She says they are all trying to kill her and her husband. She says that the men talk of raping her and then sending her across the boarder to mexico to smuggle drugs. This community has put such a curse on her and her husband that their lives together have changed. He doesn't want to do anything with her anymore-no more swimming, walking, dancing, or dinners. All he wants to do is watch television, stay at home, and sit on the porch. This has everything to do with the curse. She weeps.
She was found this morning by police, beating a fence in a school yard - screaming and yelling. Witnesses called her in. She tells me that she never walks by that school on her morning stroll to McDonalds for coffee-but today, it was the devil that guided her there. Police must have been following her because they were there before she arrived. The stick belonged to her dog who was too tired to venture on the walk this morning. She says she became upset when she saw the police- no other reason. She denies everything else. This must be the workings of the neighborhood. She wonders why this is happening to her right now.
She pleads: She would not hurt a fly. She would never hurt herself either-these are both the biggest sins to God.
She wonders: Why is she in hospital? Why are people trying to call her crazy? This happened to her in the past - year unknown. But the psychiatrist advised her to put her life in Gods hands and everything would be okay.
She is fine.
She wants to go home.
She wants nothing else from me.
I get a hug - a prayer.
And she walks.
-be well.
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