When 10 year old #Zarha Baker was reported missing if someone left a comment on a well visited site saying she was dismembered on a bed, and 7 days after the comment her body was found dismembered and a bloody mattress that was in her house was found at the dump, would they admit they left the comment? To this very day her head has not been found. If the person after being right on the money on the first comment left additional comments that her head is under a certain bridge would they admit it? You would think if somebody left a comment that turned out to be correct somebody might actually conduct searches based on the additional comments about where the head is. Zahra’s name means “white flower”. In the Hindu religion White Tara has a white flower, safe passage to next life and has defeated all illness. #Zahra beat cancer twice, lost half a leg and her ability to hear fighting cancer all to be dismembered on her bed in her own home at age 10. What “negative involvement” between these 3 people would lead to this result? Everything seen, heard, felt, tasted, smelled, said and thought on this earth plane is connected. The record is like a rolling film that can be temporarily frozen to inspect props, stage, actors, scene, and a prediction of how the film will play out can be arrived at from such variables. But there are some who were around before the foundation of the world, they can come and go many times, and for them there is no such thing as time. Their nature does not change no matter how many times they have enter into our field of perception. In some religions they are referred to as “Bodhissatvas”, “Buddhas”, “Dharmapalas”, “Great Spirits”, “hollow bone” and by other identifiers. The fact thousands of people who never met #Zahra are humbled by her suffering and disconnected state feel as though they knew her seems to suggest a very old soul that has been here many times. Her “connectivity” is undeniable in that sense. But why did #Zahra have more meaning to others in a disconnected, dead state than an animated living state? And what of Adam Baker, whom is free on the street, and Elisa Baker who is in jail waiting trial on second degree murder charge that likely will not be proven, and a host of other unrelated felony charges. Why do they appear whole and in a living state? Despite the fact there does not appear to be anything even remotely fair about that, I think the more a person knows the more they really don’t know because then they would be confronted with having one foot in reality and the other foot off the edge of what might really be reality. Our perception of this world we call “reality” is greatly skewed and so that is the point my psychic stalking activities takes from her case. What happened to #Zahra is a surreal example for which there does not seem to be any logical explanation and apparently no justice capable of being measured on this earthly plain. I am not concerned for #Zahra’s soul as she can re-enter this world if she wants to, but really if a person knew their soul could pick up where it left off in this realm why in the world would you want to re-enter it picking up where you left off? For all the many times she may have re-entered did she ever make it past age 10? Nobody on this earth helped her when she was in a living and animated state, that is just one of the aspects her “disconnected state” represents. There are other aspects as well, one of them being some soul somewhere has to represent a disconnected state otherwise the rest of us would never be able to recognize what souls being in a “connected” state is, because frankly we just don’t have that kind of faith or hope. So #Zahra was here, on earth, a “hell” created by adults and people who wouldn’t lift a finger to help her.
Monthly Archives: June 2011
4O1hX Thank-you secretary of State Hillary Clinton for helping free Eman al-Obeidi. You make me proud to be an American.
see uVGkl for Qatar’s side of the story as to why Eman al-Obeidi was deported, sounds like rubbish to me.
CNN said Malta, but see below huffington post says US.
BENGHAZI, Libya — A Libyan woman who claimed she was raped by Gadhafi troops has left Libya on her way to the United States, her sister said Sunday.
She is on her way to the US!
via This Just In
She\’s coming to America Can you imagine your first language is Arabic, you are a lawyer, your country is fighting a civil war, you get stopped at a check-point by military guards in your own country, they take you to a place where they beat you, spit alcohol in your eyes, stick the barrel of a loaded weapon in your anus, 10 or more rape you one after another, they pee on you, they poop on you, they say fuck you and your family and they tell you that you are going to die there in the condition you are in, and you witness this same kind of treatment to other female captives who are much younger than you, then the prisoners help get your hand and feet untied and help you escape thinking you can get help for them. You are bloody, stinking and naked, running down the street screaming your head off. People come out of their houses and see you and, they take you in and clean you up and put clothes on you, and you are afraid to go to the police because after all you have just escaped from government soldiers who have the power and authority to shoot you dead in your tracks and in your country woman kind ever find a husband if they ever admit being raped by someone other than their husband, so the people put your clothed but bruised and battered body in a taxi and pay for it to take you to a hotel where they believe somebody can help you and the other prisoners still in the compound, you get there and lie about who you are so you can get past security who are all armed, you begin to tell what happened and you are begging and pleading for help for the other ones that are still in that compound but before you can say another word, security people shut you down and throw something over your head and forcibly drag you away kicking and screaming, they drive you around the city, they tell you that you are going on local news and to change your story, to say somebody else did this to you, they call you a hoar, a prostitute, a liar, a drunk, and mental case on national TV, they put you in jail, then they take you to a hospital for a doctor of their choosing who is on their payroll to look at your genitals and your anus and sure enough they finally concede you were raped, so they let you out of jail and put you under house arrest in a city that is being bombed probably hoping you will die in a bombing raid, so you try to make it to the border but when you try to make it across, they take away your passport, beat you up again and take you back to the city that is being bombed, then you try to make it to the border again, this time with defecting soldiers from the same regime that did this to you in the first place but it is a chance you have to take because you are going to die where you are if you don’t, you make it across the border this time but you don’t have any passport anymore so now you are a refugee, then you get to another country and you get a temporary visa, people give you gifts and support like cell phone, computer, money for your journey and you start to board a plane to start new someplace else but government officials throw you off the plane, beat you and your parents up giving you a black eye and bruises all over your body again and they put you on a military plane headed straight for the country you just escaped from and you have no idea what is waiting for you when you step off the plane. Then somehow, some way, they allow you and your father to get on another plane to leave and now you are headed for the United States. You haven’t had any medical or mental health treatment at all. You don’t know if you have sexually transmitted diseases or if you are pregnant. You don’t know from minute to the next if you are going to live or die. Now your family is dragged into your misfortune. You don’t know what became of the people you tried to get help for. You don’t know what became of the people that got you to the Rixos hotel. You don’t know what happened to the people that showed you kindness and helped you escape. But imagine, you are headed for the United States, a place you have never been in your life, and all you have are the clothes on your back, and a prayer, and maybe just a little bit of hope. Imagine you ask someone to translate what the pilot just said and they say we have just entered United States air space. Imagine you feel the tension in the plane suddenly relax but you don’t know why. Imagine you step off the plane not knowing what is going to happen to you next and the first thing you see is armed soldiers and you are probably thinking here we go again, and you are sore afraid because you have trusted and trusted and all you have gotten is more pain in exchange for your trust. But you step off the plane and follow everybody else. You go through customs but no-one beats you up or tortures you. Then they say your papers are in order, “Welcome to the United States” and you walk through, one step after another, you want to look back but you can’t because you are too afraid, you walk through the airport, you go outside, you are still trying to breath and then you notice there are no more armed soldiers, there are no bombs, there are no government minders, just people trying to get from one place to another. You have no idea what is in store for you but you have heard people say but never could quite wrap your mind around the idea that America is the land of opportunity where anyone can be anything they want to be and all you really want at this point is the opportunity to be a human being, to have health, to breath the air, to be yourself and for the first time since March of this year you actually have some hope that you can. Eman al-Obeidi’s is not an American, she is not a naturalized citizen, she is seeking asylum from governmental persecution in her homeland. Her story doesn’t get any more American than this and it makes me proud that the US is still the same beacon of hope it always has been. No-where else but in America could this story even be possible.