Hell's Gate......!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Hells Gates! (Wal Mart) by Diane Ogden

No one is lying when they take these pics at Wally world..... I am telling you the truth.  I have my camera ready when I walk through the hells gates of that place.  It never ceases to amaze me what I see and it has nothing to do with China.  Rather its us-in's USA country folk.  OMG totally embarrassing. They shouldn't been allowed outta the shoot!  That's all I can say, but then again each is here on this earth for his or her own learning.  Does that only include the ones with class vs ass, the ones with smarts vs farts, the ones with more vs the whores, the ones with totes vs smokes, the crazies vs the babies, the nuts and butts vs putts, and so on....??  I am not a judgemental person but omg I cant believe what I see at Hells Gates when I HAVE TO go there.  I mean come on they have the only $4 prescription program. Even though I heard there is asphalt and paint residue in the meds!  Do I go anyway?  Sometimes yup.  But I dress well when I go for my Chinese blue asphalt ka-douches and drugs.  I lock my car, and watch certain groups of different color park right in front of the door with no matter of anyone else. Just sit there in the way!  IN THE WAY!  I and most others don't do that!  But then who cares, pull out the smart phone and take a few pics of Hells Gates People...better known as Wal Mart frequenters, grab a cart, stay away from those that fart if your smart, get out real fast before you see more a_s (then you want,) get your drugs, run from the thugs, swear to never go back, cause most of em on smack, All so crass, has to be why they show their  a_s, .....scary place, take along mace! China owns them! Cause they sell the drugs cheap, which draws in the tricks of the folks in the pics.  You have to go there to believe it!  Bless the greater!  That is the good news for the day... not necessarily the happy news. I took the photos from the website "the people of Wal Mart."  You have to go there before you die.  Put it on your bucket list for sure.  It's out of this world, or at least the one I live in until I need a $4 prescript. 

"Smoke Under a Boulder".....,property of Julianna Rowe

Smoke gets in your eyes and burns your spirit when you mess up so bad God or one of his spirit fellows throws your sorry butt out of the back end of a moving pick up truck and lands your sorry butt under a big bolder because you didn't listen soon enough.

No that did not happen to me.  But it did happen to a friend of mine.  True story.  There were four men, three inside the pick up truck and one in the flat bed due to no room in the one front seater truck.  The third man lay in the back of the three quarter ton bed leaning in the corner falling asleep due to being out to late the night before carousing when he should have been home with his family.

He fell asleep and dreamed through the bumps and turns of the country roads they were traveling on to the job of the day. 

My friend told me he recalled  there was an accident and when he awoke he was lost and unaware of his surroundings.  Last he remembered he was sleeping in the back of the three quarter ton pick up.... alone.  But this alone was very different. Everything around him was gray.  Some parts appeared nearly black. He presumed he was dead and he became understandably frightened. It was then he saw smoke all around him.  He panicked thinking the truck was on fire and there was no escape.  Only death by fire.  The smoke didn't seem like the smoke he would normally see.  Rather is was a thick gray mist.  Chilly. And then the unimaginable.  He permeated through the huge bolder that had fallen on him when the truck went off the road, hit the boulder causing it to roll back and as it did Roman was thrown under it and as he lay under it the particles that made up the earthen stone came alive speaking to him, pushing him up up and literally through the stone hard boulder toward something much bigger.

Bigger indeed!  A sudden calm came all about him and a presence subdued his entire being. He told me he  suddenly felt he had been spiralled up a rabbit hole instead of down a rabbit hole.  Spinning out of control just like his earthly life. That is when he told me I probably wouldn't believe what came next.  I commented I'm already having trouble accepting what described to me. Yet due to my imagination and intuitiveness I was listening intently and I allowed him to continue...
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Then the best and craziest part of the story came forth.  My friend Roman told me he was placed before a heavenly presence who starred at him with the sternness of a father.  Roman said he told the presence he needed to go back to the truck and his life.  That he had things to finish up.

But the presence said, "No, you had many chances to finish up and or live a proper life and you didn't."

Roman responded, "But I will Sir, I will!  I promise."

The presence said, "You are a double minded  man who speaks out of both sides of your mouth and that has hurt your family.  You may not go back. You have run out of chances."

Roman told me he recalls knowing he had died and the Holy presence was not going to allow him  life.  His days were over. His chances, over.  He told me he always believed there would be another chance, another day to make things right, make it big.  So Roman never planned for anything. He only followed his nose wherever it took him. And sadly his nose took him to death in the back of an old pickup truck on the way to a menial job in a dusty old town in Texas. The boulder he died under was his own lack of self confidence and self worth.  The heavens gave him one more chance by spiritually uplifting him in a miracle fashion through a ROCK to the other side.  Yet his promises went unheard because he, Roman had reneged so many times to so many people including his children.

Roman was once someone's husband who was told by the spirit not to leave his family.  That he would be allowed to go back to earth if he promised to care for his them.  Roman didn't do what he was instructed to do  by the spirit and promised he would do.  He was allowed to live for a long time yet was never honorable to his family..   He  lost his family because he once again did not listen to the high spirit of the heavens.   Many suffered for his disobedience.  I have heard it is better to obey than to sacrifice.  Sadly he felt he was sacrificing his life to his children and wife.  He rather moved on to a few more wives.  And never called his biological children again.  What a douche.  Spirit says so too.  I wonder what "room" in what dimension he will go to when he truly permeates through the veil/ or his boulder. I hope I get to know.  I deserve to know for I am the woman that had to live the burdens  of the live he left behind. Four children and no income.

I saw...... he will be in a place such as the Hell of the gray spirit of Auschwitz with his father who talked him into leaving his family.  Or they will walk the gray walk in the afterlife that I am one of the privileged to have been able to see.  Long lines of gray dead people,many still carrying backpacks of life's unfinished business waiting for some one to help them, and hear their pleas.

I see children from the gray area come to me who I help cross over and through the veil.  They have passed on and do not know where they are.  I have seen old men, young men, who come for help.  There is a long line of them waiting.   Waiting for that one person that will allow the line between life and the hereafter to open up and help their lost souls.

Everything on earth has a voice.  Even a huge boulder can be used to speak to a lost soul.  It is up to that soul whether they listen or not.  Beware.

"The Living Dead"........property of Julianna Rowe

"The Living Dead!"

Who does this? No really who does this?   Only children with an amazing sense of humor or children that disliked their parents intensely.

These children fall into the first category!

 They loved their Mother and Father.  Father was a Veteran and Mother was very beautiful and quite elegant.  Sort of like Royalty.  God forbid should anyone put Queen Elizabeth's  molded head in cement under a tree.  Or Prince Phillip's head molded in cement on the edge of the coy pond.  Not to mention a family of snails has made Dad's head their new apartment complex.  My friend/client told me she was feeling a tad guilty about that one. Then we laughed so I guess the snails wont be evicted after all.  Home Sweet Home in the dead head.

And if it makes any of my readers feel better, the kids put a CASHMERE Scarf around Mom's neck every winter.  A RED one no less. Cracks me up every time I look at it.  For them, possibly it brings them peace.  You know, Mom and Dad are just outside the door in the back yard.  Mom is under the magnificent tree facing the house watching everyone's every move.  Dad on the other hand is sort of fishing.  Well he is watching the fish anyway and possibly keeping them company.

How'd they do it?  Son of Father and Mother.....put a rubber jello mask on each parent which molded their features perfectly.     Me.....NO WAY.    I would be at the E.R. from severe claustrophobia.  Might as well bury me alive.  Erase that thought.

I actually think if they posted these photos they would go viral for sure.  Maybe the local News Team Van Channel 27 would visit for a few minutes or at the least investigated as a double check by local police on where Mom and Dad really are.

On a heavier note, imagine visiting a cemetery where the cement heads of each participant sit atop their "Who are you Stone?"  Oh My Gawd!  Wouldn't that be the creepiest of creepiest surrounded by 1500 dead cement heads.  Forget that idea.  Mom and Dad are not creepy.  Well Dad borders on creepy by the pond. Mom, she is piece of earth (cement)  sitting under a tree as peaceful as she was in life.  She recently passed away in her late 90's.  I suspect her cement head will live on through the generations even longer.  Great idea kids!  I wonder how many children I know would even want a head of their parent so close by.  This family is very lucky in love and comedy. 

I like the  unusual as well as I prefer comedy of reality.  This is directly out of "Comedy of Reality."  Great idea for a book or just visit "Hells Gate,"  for comedy of reality!! (my name for WalMart). 

"Love After Life" property of Julianna Rowe

                   “LOVE AFTER LIFE”…… Once Upon Two Lifetimes

                                    

 Introduction:

“In my new life,” I saw and heard things that could not be identified.  Sounds in the middle of the night, lights flickering, dreams that not only seemed real but were real, and more often I sensed those unidentified unseen conditions around me. 

 I would meet someone I knew but didn’t know.  I could feel that person like they were inside me, like they were part of me yet I had no memory of how I might have known them.

And then I saw him….I starred uncomfortably as he smiled through a veil I couldn’t make sense of.  Confusion swallowed me momentarily like a flash of light during the day.  He handed me his business card.  Unusual, but his signature glowed like it was alive reaching out to me.  Little did I know the glow was hiding a deadly emotional fire.

And in the end we soared the Universe together…. We tasted colors…. 

Love After Life………“ONCE UPON TWO LIFETIMES”

By Julianna Rowe

Part I                       

               

Narrated by Julie.

Chapter One….  Willie and Me

I was there. Seated in our perfectly manicured pink kitchen staring at the perfectly matched black and white squares that made up the floor I walked on every day of my life. Mother loved pink and saved every dime she earned doing laundry for friends and neighbors allowing her the ability to purchase her brand new pink washer and dryer. Not to forget our oh so pink stove and polished chrome chairs with black leather seats. Father would have never given mother as much as one dollar of his money for such nonsense as he would call it. Yet she also managed to save quite a bit off the weekly grocery money he gave her. Mother always found a way to overcome any and all adversity in our lives. This was a learned practice from the time she could remember.  Her childhood not being the best and that would be putting it mildly. She was trained to be tough, having had to sleep in a box car as well as an old chicken coop. Her and her siblings would heat bricks over an outside fire then haul them inside the old coop, placing them near the bed blankets for warmth. Her father had left the family for parts unknown.  Said he would return after he made his fortune. That day never came for Grandmother and her five children.  A woman on her own in 1941 meant very hard times. I can’t say mother never complained because she did. I heard every horrible story of her life she could recall.  How they cooked and ate her pet chicken. Not telling her until the middle of dinner after she had eaten her portion, then laughing at her as she threw up the hideous uncaring memory of eating Mazie, her best friend. The many men her mother entertained, sometimes putting little “Babe” between her and a strange man for protection. Really awful stories no child should ever have to endure. 

And then she met my father. Spoiled he was, the youngest of a family of eight. And I mean youngest. All the other siblings were grown when he was unexpectedly conceived.  You see, Grandmother was told she would never bare any more children after a terrible fall from a hay wagon onto a pitchfork that pierced her private parts as unimaginable as that sounds it was fact. Nevertheless along came little Ronald whose older sisters and brothers spoiled him beyond the word. So when he met mother he expected to be similarly soured as he had been, and so she did. Once again leaving her with accepted and possibly unintentionally predestined hard times.

One blessing was mother’s rich sister Aggie who secretly dropped off care packages with cash money tucked inside the pockets of the clothes she bought for all of us.  If father had any caring other than himself he would have noticed and been grateful but he did not which was to our benefit or he would have snatched the hidden money for with no regret. For some strange reason he didn’t want us to be happy. He reminded me of the old man Scrooge in the book “The Ghost of Christmas Past.” Either way that was our life, my brother’s, mine, and mothers. I am sure that is the reason I cleaved to Willie all my growing up years. I always considered Willie to be more my family than the one I was born into.   

Yet I was there with that very family when the radio blared the declaration of war directly into our perfectly pink kitchen. None of us ever imagined life would take such a radical turn for the worse.    We were seated at the chrome dinner table about to say a blessing upon the thick; I think German, macaroni and cheese casserole Mom had prepared.  We, being my brother Jackson and I, Julie. We listened when Father held up the notorious hand that meant, SILENCE!  That is when we heard the voice of the President of the United States coming across the airways with the chill of an icicle on each word he spoke. 

“Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, Members of the Senate, and of the House of Representatives:

Yesterday, December 7th, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. And while this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or of armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.

Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.

And this morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday and today speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.

As Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense. But always will our whole nation remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory, and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in our armed forces, with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph—so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire.”

I kept interrupting saying, “Father, does that mean Willie, does it? Will he have to go?” 

Father just gave me the old angry and I mean it eyebrow crunch, hand up signal. I sat in silence listening to the terrifying words.  My mind racing in so many different directions I lost myself to the place of tears.  Mom was standing behind Jackson, her baby son, crying in like manner. He was always her favorite. Our home was filled with photos of Jackson doing this, Jackson doing that, but only one of me nearly hidden on a shelf behind the big chair in the living room. You see I reminded mother of one of her less than socially acceptable sisters. Mother was a sweet woman but when it came to her sister Buella she fell short of kind. I wasn’t allowed to visit Auntie B or touch her if we accidentally ran into her in private or public. Mother said I might catch something dirty should I get too close. How rather silly I thought to myself.  Father on the other hand was only too eager to touch Auntie B. It was the only time I caught rage in my mother’s eyes. One day we were alone in the house and I inquired as to why she acted so strange when father got too close to Auntie Buella. She told me a few months after they were married and she was newly pregnant with me my father stayed overnight with her sister.  My eyes got big as a full moon rising and I murmured, “You mean, they, they……”

Mother said, “Yes, they, they!” Somehow in her mind father being unfaithful to her while pregnant with me triggered disfavor between us and our relationship as far back as I could recall. And then just as quickly as my mind had gone into a memory trance regarding my mother loving my brother more than me it came back to the reality of the moment.

At first I wasn’t mentally aware of what was truly happening.  The radio, Fathers anger, Mom crying, and me alone in my head with Willie, where was Willie and to Hell with the macaroni and cheese dinner.  I sprang from my chair running toward the phone.  I lifted the mouthpiece only to find the operator telling everyone they would have to wait their turns. Then a sound that mimicked busy busy busy.  Running or even biking to Willie’s would be faster than waiting for the darn operator, who was at that moment trying to put at least a hundred people on hold while connecting others one at a time. Why… her manual plug in cords must have been near fire hot! Once my wits were back to me I realized those phones would not be available for a month now that war had been declared.  That is when I heard the loud whaling voice of my mother behind me.  “Julie, wait!  Wait!”  I ignored her and with one hard push I hit the screen door and then the pavement, running, running to Willie.

Willie and I had been best friends all through grade school. We had been over all the normal schoolyard games such as marbles, London Bridges by the way which not a positive game is for children I came to learn. My mom told me historians believe the rhyme itself refers to a superstitious practice of killing and burying a child at the bridge site to keep it from collapsing. After learning of this I shared it with the other girls on the playground who remained screaming off and on during every “London Bridges falling down falling down, London Bridges falling down, my fair lady!” And then we would move onto skipping, chasings, hidings, marbles which mostly the boys did. We girls did knucklebones,” better known as Jacks.  Throw the little ball into the air, grab as many metal starbursts as you can and hold them in the same hand while smacking your knuckles on the cement as you scoop them up and catch the ball you just threw into the air as it falls to the cement or dirt. Lest I not forget Red Rover Red Rover! Sometimes I would join the girls for hopscotch and jacks.  Willie would play ball and chase with the boys but always we would meet up to have lunch together most every day.  The other children made fun of us the first few years and then settled in knowing it was probably always going to be this way, Willie Donns and Julie Bloodsworth.

U.S. Army Staff Sgt. Leo J. Husak, 21, of West, Texas. (photo courtesy of: Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency)

Re-Post from 2012 "My Grandma "Tillie Jungbluth"

My Grandmother Mathilda Mae Heiny Jungbluth is special to me and I am to her. By the way she be dead. I have a photo of her and Pa, a black and white glossy that has flown off the wall in my bedroom twice in my life just when I was about to make a really bad decision.  She was doing her best to STOP me, but I was young and did not realize her intention.  I did think it very spooky the first time it fell off its nail perch with no cause and effect going on.  No one jumping or humping on the bed, no wind gales coming thru the window.  And no one vacuuming or dusting for cobwebs accidentally did it.  Nope....she did it.

The three instances have occurred over a forty year period of time and wouldn't you know it she struck again this evening.
I have had an extremely difficult two months with stress levels to the moon where she obviously was perched and took notice.  I realize this card I made with her photo on it isn't as heavy as a framed glossy but....it has sat there for months and never fell off the shelf it resides on across from "me" bed.  Tonight I was in the "rest room" (why its called that I don't know) and when I came out there she lay right in my pathway....  I said to myself....oh crud now what?  It has to be good grannie cause I am up to my brows in chit lately.  I sure hope she lets me know what it is I am not supposed to do.  Oh, could it be, leave my livelihood (job) and put the cat and dog in the car with kitty litter and hit the road  ( don't forget the laptop) for as far as my gas tank will go!  God wouldn't that just be a gas.  Puns, I love em.  I don't want to die or anything nutz like that. I just want something besides work and taking the dog out to pee, and more work, and taking the dog out to pee, and getting groceries and washing the car and so on.  Oh I am grateful for all the working and being able to take the dog out to pee.  Heck I am grateful I can still pee. On my own that is.  And I don't live in Iran or Iraq or Syria, those poor peoples. Yet still....Grannie is trying to tell me something along with the pigeon (dove) that flew directly at me, when I was taking the dog out to pee.  So close over my head the dog got scared and jumped on my leg to pic her up. And when I turned quickly to see where it went it was GONE.  Oh yes I said GONE!   Pigeons or doves coming before you means you need to make your home more family-ish... okay it really means to huddle with your family as there will be safety adn security in that activity.  Oh my god you have to be kidding me.... What am I missing?
hummm, sort of the opposite of driving AWAY as far as the gas tank will go huh?  Which is only 300 miles max with my car.  So that means I could end up north almost to Marinette, Wisconsin, or East into Lake Michigan, or South to Centrailia, Ill. Or West to some god forsaken place in Iowa.  No wonder Grannie is telling me to knock it off and settle in.  It is what is is, it is what I have been dealt, so deal.  (Chit, I really wanted to get away, but I suppose a planned vacation would make more sense. YA THINK?)  okay okay I wont run away this time.

Quinine!

So I drink. Yup. I drink before bed. In 1994 I watched a 20/20 on Restless leg syndrome which I have and have had for most my life.  20/20 said studies proved drinking a beer or two before bed stopped RLS. Given I do not like beer and I had friends that over-indulged in the drink of hard liquor and had shown me how to drink down a bit a Scotch....I noticed no RLS those weekend evenings. That said I started having TWO shots of J & B Scotch before bed to this day.
And yes I informed my physician of my choice of poison.  Her pills or my Scotch.  All went well for a decade at the least....then the RLS started coming back...so I once again listened to friends who suggested Quinine or Tonic Water with my Scotch.  The RLS went away but I began having headaches which is not the normal at all for me. Not a headache person. Unless I ingest Lactose which gives me a severe migraine. Otherwise nope no headaches.  So I went to GOOGLE like I do for every question I have in life.

Google told me things that scared me!!  Said Quinine can be fatal.  And number one side effect was headaches.  Ya think??  Now what ?  Bar of soap under the sheets?  Gabapentin?  No No No!!

After a few nights of jumping out of bed five times with leg spasms I am back on Quinine.  Which is truly to treat Malaria.

Quinine is a medication used to treat malaria and babesiosis. This includes the treatment of malaria due to Plasmodium falciparum that is resistant to chloroquine when artesunate is not available. 

While used for restless legs syndrome, it is not recommended for this purpose due to the risk of side effects.

Quinine - Wikipedia

Not long ago I had surgery with the complication of A-Fib.  I was treated with a drug called Amniodarone.  No pharmacist or doctor told me I could not mix grapefruit and or TONIC/Quinine with that drug.  By the way Amniodarone is a strong life saving heart medication.  Wouldn't "cha" think someone would have told me... As usual I googled it and saved me own life!  

"I'll just deal. Me and my J & B will just deal....."  

Used To Be??

I would like, no, I would love my lips to be plump and have a line around them like they used to...
I would like, no, I would love my breasts to be plump and stand up similar to the way they used to.....
I would like, no, I would love the little blue veins in my legs to go back inside and hide like they used to....
I would like, no, I would love the knobs on each finger to melt back into silent hard bones like they used to....
I would like, no, I would love my eyes to stop looking like my Grandma's and be like they used to....
I would like, no, I would love my face to lift and stretch its skin back up to the Lord like it used to....
I would like, no, I would love for my hair to be thick, curly, and sensual, like it used to .....
I would like, no, I would love the skin on my arms and legs to reach to the sky like they used to.....
I would like, no, I LOVE the gravity that has taken on the outside who I used to be.....
I would like, no, I would love the hard skin on my feet to soften and wrap themselves around someone they love.....like they used to.....
I would like, no, I would love my mid section tree trunk appearance to measure something like it used to.....
I would like, no, I LOVE my mind and the fact it is not like it used to be!!  The rest has been paid for...
I would never go back to the way it used to be. I know who I am under it all.

 Better check the camera settings and get them back to the way they used to be.....  Brighter!!