Brainwashing has been complete.
Raised Catholic and forced from every angle to conform, except my dad who questioned also. Having children of my own. Teaching them the most important tool is to “know thyself.” As young men now, they show me the power of what that means.
Regathering strength as I move forward with publishing my memoir, The Advocate, what I thought was a story of my journey as a nurse, and where healthcare in this country has gone, and descends further. Finding an agent, following her direction, took me deep into the world of Truth.
Trying to wrap my mind around the lifetime of lies. Cognitive Dissonance. People don’t want to wake from their empty little worlds. Dumbing down a success.
The warriors and lightkeepers rising though. An awakening is on the forefront. My insight and knowledge tells me there’s going to be a connection to 2021. The 100 year anniversary of the Tulsa Race Riots.
We’ve been manipulated/ groomed for quite some time for a replay in history. The purposeful division between the country with a large assist from Main Stream Media, the hatred brewing, being stewed. Hate groups being funded by government fractions.
How could this horrific event have happened with the majority of the country unaware? Uneducated? Even after having a black president? If he really wanted to help his race, and those of minorities, he could have shined a light into one of homeland America’s darkest and dirtiest little secrets.
One thing is for certain, we are living in historical times. The choices people make now, including lack of choice, lack of awareness, will decide which side of the aisle they are on.
As Mark Twain said,
“In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.”
The beginning of this year, my vision was, go through my book for one last edit. Once I had finished, my life would forever be drastically changed. (In a good way.) The last part of my book, getting out of Oklahoma and its world of darkness, what I title ‘RECOVERY, my eyes hadn’t seen in over 5 years.
Five years of release, healing, and recovery after moving out to the country. Our mystical sanctuary had allowed me to grow and stretch in new and unimaginable ways. It was time to pick my book back up and write its new ending.
Initially, I found an agent almost immediately who had been interested in representing me. She gently suggested the direction I needed to pursue. She told me I would never do something so difficult in my life. The thing she hadn’t understood was that living what I had was the most difficult thing I could do in my life. Reliving it would be painful, but ultimately freeing.
It had been a long cathartic process. Taking way longer than I ever could have imagined, but more significantly, taking me to places I never could have fathomed. I needed that time to just breathe once it had been completed.
After taking the summer off for a reprieve, I picked my book back up about a month ago to finish and bring it on home. Going back in to places I hadn’t visited in years, and thoughts that had been allowed to leave my conscious mind, this time around was empowering.
Counting down the chapters I have left to edit … 18 currently … it’s been a slow gradual release. Finding gems as I did today, flame the embers of my passion for writing. Now, is the time to MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Teresa Hartnett, thank you for your kind words and your belief in me.
Revolution Begins With Me
My last 12 years were spent slowly crawling out of a dark hole dug for me during a six year “prison sentence” working as a critical care nurse in the state of Oklahoma. I vowed upon departure that I would write the story of all I had witnessed.
My home state is Minnesota and the two healthcare systems couldn’t have been more polarized.
My book is a memoir, The Advocate. It is the story of my spiritual journey as a mother, critical care nurse, and amateur bodybuilder.
I found an agent interested in publishing my book after writing the first version (there have been several.) She directed me down an unexpected twisting road as I went in search of truth and a deeper spiritual meaning.
I allowed my search and my writing. to take on a life of its own. Never, from the world I grew up in, and the world I was leaving, could I have imagined where it would take me.
Three years later, I finished the second version. My book had taken on a whole new meaning and purpose. After several more rewrites, it was time to set it aside. What I had uncovered had left my head spinning and I certainly was in no place to publish.
Nursing had been the one place, other than with my children, my spiritual being was given freedom, as I cared for the critically ill and traumatized patients, young and old, in intensive care. That was brutally stripped from me in Oklahoma.
The world around me allowed me to be anything I wanted, except the free spirit God made me to be. Moving forward with publishing is about claiming my free will and spirit back with even more potent courage and confidence.
Healthcare in this country has to do with anything but helping sick people. The final nail was put in the coffin when the so called Affordable HealthCare Act was implemented, Americans need to grow concerned. They need to wake up to the atrocities that surround us in all factions of life.
The United States is in a Code Blue situation and as a trained professional I will do my part to help keep her alive. I don’t like what surrounds us so I am calling for change, for the Revolution Begins With Me.