Take a good book with you when you go to load it. You could go from
Scarlett at the ball meeting Rhett to the Burning of
Atlanta by the time it loads. "Mis Scarlet I don't know how to birth
no babies."
MYSTICS warn us that time is an illusion. The impatient mind only makes us THINK we live in some sludgey material called TIME. The reason for that is entirely PHYSICS. You see, two things cannot occupy the same space at once. Where the mind IS --- God isn't. If we were with GOD, we'd be transported to timeless ecstasies and you know that illusion that time passes fast when you're having fun! Proof that THINKING is the anathema of joy! BEING MINDLESS is ecstasy and ecstasy can only take place in a vacuum like timelessness.....get it?
But see, I am nothing if not thinkey! My mind goes back to all the things I could be doing as the clock slowly ticks and the website is slowly loading, while this momma is knocking on the huge steel doors of the MEX AUTHORITIES and begging them to let my crazy son out of their dumb prison. Some Ensenada cop didn't note this kid is schizoid permanently in the timeless zone and gave him three years in a dung heap concrete prison, with no trial. THREE YEARS unless I show up with two grand. Otherwise, on that cement floor with that flour tortilla he stays!
I'm still waiting for exterior relations to load. Well named. They do their F&!#(G on the outside. _Exterior_ relations. THEY screw any foreigner who comes near them who does anything strange cuz there are beeg beeg US dollars in it. My kid's sin? He'd walked 45 days from L.A. (5 hrs in car but when you're slowed down by schizophrenia, it takes longer,) then he fell asleep in their quay not on just any old boat, HAD TO BE THE MEXICAN ARMY's own, personal motorboat, and they saw it and ran out on the water and nailed him for stealing the boat. Asleep. Maybe dreaming he was stealing it.
I asked Our GUANAJUATO HEAD AMERICAN EMBASSY CONSULATE CHIEF to talk
to the boy's mexican father, gave him my ex's address, a few blocks from
consulate. Chief came back a day later, 'Mr Hernandez says he doesn't know
you at all and he has no four children with you.' 
I am sure I would remember
a theeng like that! A fooking gringa? Not me!
I read that, my blood turned to ice. I went to sleep and realized he was an okay guy also saw scenes from his next lifetime IN HELL!. So I woke up next day and wrote the consul this:
To: CHIEF CONSUL at AMERICAN CONSULATE
SAN MIGUEL DE ALLENDE
GUANAJUATO. Mexico.
Esteemed Consul Maher, A simple 'go fuck yourself' would
suffice. Your personal thinking
seems to have been reflected not only in the answer you delivered an
Embassy petitioner but your handling of the potential solution, i.e. the
Spanish ex hubby getting the kid out of a MEXICAN prison!
As Chief Consul facing women with problems, be careful that your thinking reflect that of United States Law.
Law is a nation's greatest wealth. Piled up in it, the collected gems
of consciousness. U.S. Law recognizes that 7 years habitation and four
children constitute common-law marriage. Even if that union were 7 months
or seven minutes, the children are recognized legally as belonging to that
man and from age 1 to 18, it's pay up Charlie
Cheapskate or visit the Pen. Luis Sr.got let off the hook on that account.
He is officially a dead beat dad. Yet you treated him like he was
President Vicente Fox himself.
Yep! You sided with him. 'Four kids, a gringa fantasy? OKAAAY, it's no biggie'. Which is NOT American law. But Hey, I admire people who think outside the box. You are an independent thinker, a free spirit, like me. I couldn't have fed my kids for twenty years had I not thought outside the box occasionally at the A&P so I'm not going to let that anachronistic machismo of yours stand in the way of my being your new best friend.
Just don't let your personal biased low opinion of women, mothers and especially OLD WOMEN with sons in prison for being nuts (kids who got kicked as a fetus by Dad ) prevail over the USA's written law cuz you and I may just meet (don't jump out of that chair in terror, in a future life, I was referring to.)
If you do continue to act out on the ladies, I worry about OUR
global future. Will men in power always hit female petitioners with their
own caveman take? Will your personal feelings about women supervene every
time in the future that an American Gringa who hit a wall and is knocked
up and kids dripping from her in bleeding pieces
comes weeping into her hankie to you? Every single time? Jeez, that
makes me wince. While a real fun guy, you're a dangerous employee for the
USA to have around. Like putting O.J. Simpson in charge of the entire LATIN
DIVISION so he can interview beat up, weeping girls. OUCHEY!
The fact that I never, in my disaspora years away from my ex --asked
him for a dime to FEED OR RAISE those kids is not proof of shamed
alley-skulking guilt. It's not proof that I didn't NEED cash aid for food,
school shoes, (textbooks when college came). It's certainly not proof
that I didn't know Mr. Hernandez in the Biblical sense.
Men may think, the woman fled, ergo she's guilty. She never got a lawyer
so she's guilty. I did shoot word back to him, once I thought he'd cooled
down from breaking my ribs in a do it yourself abortion attempt. I said
'write your children'. He refused. l00%, so for 365 days x 40 years he
kept his vow to never write them a hello. I kept mine to never ask for
money. cuz I knew how some rich men get so rich? Being habitual cheapskates.
My never reaching out to him or never being aggravating and threatening
him with child support lawyers had three roots. First: "Sliding scale"
are two words that never got translated into Spanish so Alimony in Mexico
ends up being 32$ a month per child. Second, as a humor writer, I could
make that with one magazine article to a start up
mag or a palm reading. Third, I was seriously into staying alive. He
is very rich. MULTIMILLIONAIRE. And he has murdered men before I knew him
for much less. With a gun. I knew when I gave his Gun to the Police
after he put it to my brow and threatened to shoot if me and the bastard
didn't get out. L(This bastard is registered in his name by the man, at
Mex hall of records) I knew it when I left in a Ford Galaxie convertible
with a pair of Cowhide chairs roped on top -- knew that the leaving had
to be surgical.
I had to leave the house in central Mexico and get to the Texas border
driving an old car in 12 hrs flat (back windows wired closed so kids couldn't
get out,) while Don Luis Felix Hernandez thought I was somewhere in
the little quaint village San Miguel de Allende which you Mr Consul
--and I -- call home.
My friend Dolores led him to believe for 24 hrs that I was in her house with my kids and wouldn't come to the phone. I crossed our border in those 24 hrs. Hell, I did it in 12 looking in rear view mirror all the way.
Being a Spanish colonizer in a third world Indian land, an aristocrat, and a major Hijo de Cortes, Luis Sr. had way too much of the NICOLE /OJ thing going on in him. There was no restaurant we ate in where he didn't accuse me of causing the waiter to look down my dress, and rage and fulminate over a wrist maybe brushing me in an untoward manner. My way of solving it was 'let' s not eat out, I'm a cook.'. My Pork loin en salsa verde is still pretty kill.
I learned the good harem girl smile-at-sheik-routine cuz I knew the
Nicole/OJ syndrome forty years early! (I'm using the forty now as you've
got me trained to recognize my place in time.). I was one of the first
ladies outside of Afghanistan (where a jealous nutcase can just kill any
wife suspected of adultery and get away with it)
to know what an atavistic guy was capable of. I sensed the currents
in the fist that cut into my loin en salsa verde and only put dull knives
on the table.
My galpal in SMA, PRISCILLA BENSON RAMIREZ had her firstborn son taken
from her at ll months of age. Go look at that file in your Embassy, circa.
1968/69. An American girl piteously weeping, hollaring at any
who'd hear her, firstborn son taken by the man. She was wandering our
town like la Llorona. She was my best friend in the American colony.
You Embassy chest thumpers never did bupkis for her either and she was
a PILGRIM who'd never had a drink. College educated. Nothing at all wrong
with her except sleeping with and
living with and loving a Mex taxi driver for a few yrs. Pedro Ramirez
did a 'hit' on her without the gun cuz he was poor. HE HIT HER THRU THE
HEART. Killed her dead. Metaphorically. What was left wasn't worth sweeping
up.
My ex was twice as nasty as Pedro Ramirez. Luis Sr. was an arrogant
Celaya steel factory tycoon with a brother very nearly governor of the
state. A hired hit on me and he'd have had those kids, and he wanted them.
He told me by letter a few months after I left, "give me the kids I'll
support you for life anywhere you want to live". I still
have that letter and live in fear my kids will learn enuf spanish to
realize their dad's no sweeter than road kill. My point is, a hit on a
lady costs 100$ with TJ junkies today. Forty years ago, a lot less. The
"Welfare Agency" of California, (Dept of Social Services and its aid, Aid
to Families with Dependent Children), considered me to be a
waaay waaay LEGAL case of 'seduced and abandoned' and went looking
for Mr. Hernandez with the express purpose of getting some gelt. I was
called in to the W.L.A. office on numerous occasions, had photos of men
spread before me, little Mex, Salvadoran guys who'd gotten a driver's license,
a taxi application, a college I.D., City job applications, a whole poker
hand of different Latino LUIS HERNANDEZ's -- who had shown up in the state
of California -- so I could finger the man who'd impregnanted me, whose
name I'd mentioned in passing on my Welfare Application. WHY? Because the
STATE was going to DEMAND payback. Payback from poppa or penitenciary!
Dems da rules and California is in the trenches and knows those rules.
And I was down there with 'em and learned 'em.
You know them too Mr. USA EMBASY MAN. Yet you wrote 'this man denies
knowing you, denies having had your four kids." And in a second letter.
"Well, he admits knowing you forty years ago. Once upon a time."
Maybe you believe only in 'DNA tests, not in a woman saying "Please
TELL
the boy's father to use some of his immense wealth get his son out
of
prison where those Baja Cop-roaches are doing their usual flesh eating
scam on our baby. Your son needs antipsychotic meds now, he's been
45
days without them. Get the doctors to heel to NOW, Mr. Tycoon. Mr
Guanajuato POWER broker behind the throne. Try a little of your clout
in
BAJA.
He'd have done it had he felt any spine in you. But no, you kowtowed.
Are you there to be a CIA emissary for our STATE DEPARTMENT and kiss
Mexican tycoons or to serve Americans like LUIS Sendrey who are in
hell
holes held for ransom? Which is it? Cuz you can't have it both ways.
A DNA test to prove paternity is diametrically far from things I AM
CAPABLE OF CONCEIVING OF, crippled peasant maiden that I am. A girl who
let herself be gifted to the Sheik for the price of a toaster, i am
cursed with some kind of inferiority complex thing goin' on we haven't
even DUG into yet......like 'mistreat me mister.' The male is given
a fertile, magic great animator wand by the Gods, and the male touches
the wand to
our thighs and we cower and whimper like Afghani wives and Old wives,
at that, not even saucy brides. Cowering, serving tea, Taking guff. Birthing
babes.Until I get too old, then I'm taken out on the prarie and shot. No
chance to grow old together. The man steals the issue of that union.
. 
WHERE DID YOU HIDE THE KIDS MABEL?
Speaking of ISSUE. On West wing tonight, an issue got raised, We arm Arab nations which allow their males to MURDER any wife he has suspicions about, with impunity; nobody even questions it there. Bombers for Madmen. That West Wing show is issue driven. Never saw a fiction show like it.
ISSUEs and the attention we give them are the unseen flowing corpuscles
that feed the muscle in the arm of the LAW in the corpus of EVOLUTION.
Any hope of possible government legislative action that heralds evolution
starts with paying
attention to ISSUES. They are the precursor of evolution. Issues like
chauvinistic abuse of women live down through time, and are endemic to
an age, like a dye coloring the minds and hearts of men. You two, Maher
and Luis Macho-man, are dyed like twin, ancient, rotting Arabic rugs.
From issue driven fictional t.v. to rug design, now to your letter.
Back to the job of re-educating the OJ streak in Citizen MAHER! Another
precursor of evolution is that all machos with an outdated male supremacist
streak masquerading as blue blood conservative zeitgeist should start to
shake and quake that progress is going to make them OBSOLETE! That the
nouvelle vague will put the KKK seriously outta style. Another dose of
corpuscles to prevent that? Next lifetime, you
are going to be a major Mossad spy. Did you know that? You will be
reborn in ISRAEL and you will be one of the main men keeping that place
afloat. Now, in this century, those who did that made a lot of mistakes
along the way. And every time they let a mistake get past them, it cost
them more than the mistake thought it was achieving. Your stargazer Prophecy
period is over. Now we go into ANTHROPOLOGY 101.
The Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, young man, when you're looking
at me?
An impoverished lady who wants her son free?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who weeps in her hankie, makes no demand of you?
When you say loudly " lady, I can't help you
sue"!"
Who seems not to notice that she is despised --
And forever is looking so very unwise. ...
Who, resisting you not, lets you off the hook
Supercilious official, citing the book.
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you
see?
Then open your eyes, statesman, you're not looking
at me.
I tell you who I am when I sit here still,
and refuse to abandon my son at your will.
When I write and phone Embassies, theirs and ours
writing letters for dozens of hours.
I once was a toddler with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another.
A girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a lover she'll meet.
A bride at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Living out vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five I had young of my own,
who needed a Dad to create happy home.
Instead he would send me out to abort
and beat me if I wouldn't this life cut short.
A woman of thirty, my young growing fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my sons finally grown, motherhood ended
Mom should be alone but one son is dented.
At fifty while most couples have grandkids risen,
I'm attempting to get my schizy son out of prison
Dark days upon me, my husband re-wed
I see my child's pain and shudder with dread.
For my son is dying, his mind sick and confused
the father's final kick a soul has bruised.
I think of your life and the family you're in
why can't you look at mine seeing you could step
in
You see an old woman ... how nature is cruel;
To make women who care so look the fool.
The body crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
But a blood red rose blooms inside my heart.
Inside this old carcass a young soldier dwells,
And now for my son, the soldier's wrath swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm fighting for life all over again.
I think of the years ... all too few, gone too
fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
but open your eyes, stateman, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer ... see ME!!
^*^*^* Bad Poetry class over. No more PURPLE prose.
ANOTHER file which should be required reading for you professional
embassy Titans, shows what the Mex system is capable of, how
low
they've fallen, to grab teen girls on their streets, jail and rape
them, to
grab women and empty their VISA cards, which you may have missed. ---
go to http://www.dawnwilson.com
and find those tales, or how about
this story of a Salvadoran held for absolutely nothing by cops, held
for
13 mos. Wonder if his momma died of grief in that term? Or if she even
knew where he was seeing as the cops don't let you have a pencil!
http://www.rose-hulman.edu/~delacova/mexico/justice.htm
No wait, the last word should be of cosmic viewpoint. Some higher frame
of reference that lifts its head to see the next century's ideals.
"Philosophers, writers, and artists as well as legislators and those
who
work in the field of law, have a duty to reflect on the effects their
actions, judgements, words, and works may have on others, because --
hey, even if human justice does not hold them accountable, --- divine
justice will.
One day, when we arrive in the next world, you will be shown the damage
you have done. However such men as you protest their innocence, the
reply will be: 'No, people have suffered because of you: You espoused
antiquated views; you accused without knowing; you introduced confusion
into someone's mind and heart, you encouraged criminals to do evil
without chiding or warning them of the spiritual dangers of their acts.
You who permit heartless acts by rich men or teach or legislate outdated
modes of thinking are guilty of a crime. Each legislator, servant of
the
law, each opinion maker must take care to use his gifts to enlighten
others, to awaken in them respect for life, love, confidence in life,
and the desire to improve the lives of themselves and their families.
Not to close the shutters and ignore them. Otherwise, know that not
only
will you be punished, but that in your next incarnation you will be
deprived of your gifts. " That's Master Omraam, big Christian Mystic
in
Europe, popular philosopher. Not too shabby.
Bet you never had Omraam quoted you before. huh?And your fortune told?
(That's what I do for a living, past lives and future ones. You will
be reborn
as a very interesting MOSSAD guy so read up on that subject now).
See you're way too smart for me to let you stay dumb. Israel would
be in a
real bind 40 years down the line if that were to happen. Class over
Maher
See ya next lifetime.
Anita Sands Hernandez, L.A California.
I always sign things that way when I talk to the upper classes.
Writing Reseda California is so low rent --