Wednesday, January 29, 2020

The Raw Edge...



The Raw Edge… of Life



Life on the streets… means living in the raw.
The raw, gnawing pangs and pain of knowing what true
hunger really is. You know what real need actually means.
You experience the raw elements of nature, year-round.
Bugs/insects feeding on you, gorging themselves at your
expense. You are exposed 24/7…. to everything.
Life on the streets is the raw of existence.

An existence that is present without being seen.
You live in a world where everything you do… that most
people take for granted, becomes luxuries on the street;
bathing, privacy, eating, being able to BE without being
hassled, harassed, being badgered or assaulted for just
being present, or sleeping… just to name a few.

Living life… without being allowed to actually live.

Living in and through the dregs of existence.

Life in the RAW...where you are exposed to everything,
and there are no protective barriers to keep you safe and sound.
Your whole life is on full display every moment of the
day and all through the night on the public screen,
where admission is always free for the viewers,
at our expense. The show never ends...

Living on the streets, life without a home, you live the
Postal Credo… In Rain, Sunshine, Sleet, Hail… in all extremes
of weather, not to mention living life in and through
the industrial fans of Nature when the winds rip through
the area. Then you are pushed, pulled and
tugged on from all directions.

Joy, if it ever existed in my life, has been completely
extinguished. And I do not recall ever experiencing
joy at any point or part in my life. It is supposed to be our
natural setting, but not something I have ever felt, or
experienced and it has never been my natural setting.

Contentment has come about at times, but that is not Joy
or Excitement, those are different. Never once have I felt
excitement and joy toward or about life in any way. And when
SURVIVAL becomes your “Natural” setting when life is spent
on the streets, it has a whole different look and feel.

A life of Purpose, meaning, schedules, time... all of it lost and taken
and replaced with a monotone of existence, where everything
remains the same. Life is grayed out, the contrast lessens,
the colors muted and becomes like a photo of freshly poured
cement all around, everything frozen in time. The film
being developed but drained of color and LIFE.
Feeling the deepest aspects of the undersides of humanity,
A life stilled while in progress, interrupted in the middle.

The severity of life is getting harder to bare.


A life hanging in the balance....



Tuesday, January 28, 2020

A Century in the Making...




A Century In the Making….

A Life on the Streets…



Hard to believe that I have been on the streets so long without a home.
Been on the streets since just after the turn of the Century, and was
born in the last century. My birth, happened last century, The passing of
my parents, both passing away last century… makes it harder to believe
this is what has become of life… my life.

Starting this Century off on the streets… not a good start.

Decades into this Century, the 21st Century living in a way
that should have never come about in this powerful country.

But as hate and violence continues to unravel all around this country,
and much of the world, all the ugliness of Humanity is showing more and more.
This is the United States of America, but there is nothing and no one
coming together in unity, but rather becoming more divided and alienated from
each other than this world has ever known. Hate and Intolerance springing
up with wild abandon, violent sprees of mass shootings, bombings, and
knifings, are becoming the norm, or rather have become the norm.
While guns have become our language of choice, and really,
the only language we know how to speak anymore.

As Wild Fires continue to burn down the state from the gross
negligence of a power company refusing to maintain their faulty
equipment, the state fumbles and falls further to the wayside.

Love and loving actions have become more the exception now instead of the rule.

Our guiding lights.... have dimished to such a dimly lit dot, it can barely be seen.

History in the making. But not any history that I wanted to experience.

We have had the most forward thinking inventions to help propel this world
into a fully automated society, but in terms of HUMANITY, things are
at an all time low. How people treat others are inhumane, and filled with HATE.
If our Ancestors were here now, they would be unmoored of the disparity.

There has been so much innovation, so much change, so many things to happen and
come about...yet the one thing that this country can never grasp is how to stop,
prevent and reverse homelessness or becoming homeless. Which has become one of the
worst epidemics this country, and world, has ever known. And instead of helping, this
country forces its citizens to become homeless by increasing prices on everything
by such a huge margin, while not giving the income to compensate, then
allowing landlords full reign to do whatever they want, however they
choose to tenants.... regardless of how illegal their actions are.

This country always jumps in to assist other countries, while ignoring their
very own citizens in the same circusmtances that they imposed on us. This country,
and especially the State of California, is making the cost of living a price that
most people can no longer afford... breathing itself is becoming an expense.
The cost of living is making life unsustainable, to live in any regards,
especially when that life is lived outside, where it makes getting the barest
necessities a very costly endeavor, and more challenges with each passing day.
We are now required to purchase bags in order to carry out the
purchases just made, which cuts into the funds for the necessities,
and you end up getting less because the costs added, and the
extra charges tacked on become a great deterrent to cover
your basic needs.

Being forced out on the streets, then continually denied and refused assistance
to get into better circusmtances while imposing stringent “Guidelines” on
who they will help, when they will help, and how.... as long as you are a junkie,
an alcoholic, chemically dependent, or an illegal immigrant they will give you
housing of your choice, claim they are requiring you to go into “Rehabilitation and
Recovery”... and when you do not fit this “Requirement”, then obviously you
are not really homeless and therefore do not require assitance.

As far advanced as this country, and world, are.... Homelessness should not
even exist in this time in History... But it is the worst it has ever been and
continues to spiral down the black hole of non-existence, while prices
continue to skyrocket so far out of control only the Uber and Ultra Wealthy
are able to have housing and shelter. Life is not sustainable on the streets.
But you areforced to find out how to keep moving forward and
sustain life in the shadowed existence of what had been real and solid.

Circumstances... have you ever given any thought to circumstances?
Have they ever defined you? Were you ever known only for your
circumstance? When you are forced to live on the streets, outside, 24/7
and your circumstance goes from being inside wrapped in the safety
and sheltered by those 4 walls and roof to the wide open skies
that literally become your home... you are entirely defined
by your circumstance, which then becomes a Catch-22
when you do not fit the stereotypical image of the Homeless.
Denied assistance for NOT looking, smelling and behaving
like the preconceived image of what the Homeless
are “Supposed” to present themselves as.
A role I am very ill fitted for. A sewer smelling, trash
dweller who is belligerent and stupid, while displaying
psychotic, CrAzy, very erratic behaviors, who is addicted
to drugs, alcohol and very chemically dependent
who is also a chain smoker.

I have enough demons to contend with without adding more to the mix.

Now, if I were removed from my circumstance and once again
had a home with a solid roof over my head, no one would recognize
me. Because I was only ever seen as nothing more than a
circumstance, not a living, breathing human being.


My life and circusmtance, a continual History in the making.










Wednesday, January 1, 2020

A New Year... 2020



A New Year.... on the Streets

2020



As the New Year unfolds, it becomes a first of many.....
A New Beginning, the First Day of the New Year, of a New Month,
and of the next Decade. It closes out one decade and begins a new one.
Shutting the door to the worst years.

As 2019 comes to a close and another year about to begin...
this past year has truly been a mixed bag of blessings, challenges and
unimagined hardship. Just as Hope was fading and diminishing
to the brink of being non-existent, blessings come at just the precise
moment when all hope was lost. Bringing a renewed strength of Faith,
and Hope to my life in a cycle of infused love for humanity....
as the door closes on one year and opening to the next one...
I have much to be grateful for.


                     - Met a couple of amazing people who blessed me in immeasurable ways,
                        just by being who they were as people, and whom I would have never                                            encountered had I not been in my circumstance

                     - I have clothes to wear to keep me warm

                     - I was able to get a new pair of shoes to replace the ones
                       that could no longer be held together

                     - I was able to get most of the necessities I needed

                     - I have public restrooms to use to take care of my personal needs

                     - I am no longer harassed nearly as much by Law Enforcement

                     - I am surrounded by Nature and Her Wonders every moment and 
                       witness to the most amazing orchestra



2020.... A Beginning for The Promise of a Better Future.
The first thing that number, 2020, brings to mind is the
News Program, 2020 followed by Dateline.
These programs used to be Staples in our home, the Segments that
brought Truth and Justice to light, when reporters reported what was real,
instead of told what to report, or how. Something we need more of in this world.
And perhaps with the New Year Beginning, It will open the path to
a great new Beginning in all regards, and for the door to 2019,
one of the WORST years I have ever experienced,
to be closed for good. And one I never wish to re-visit.

This is my 20th New Year I have experienced on the streets, and remain
in the same circumstance, regardless of what I do, or where I go. That
covers a LOT of History... 9/11, the Deadliest Wild Fires in California
History; The Camp Fire, the Tubbs Fire, The Cedar Fire,
The Woolsey Fire, The Carr Fire, The Thomas Fire just to name a few.
Among some of the history since I have been forced to live my life
outside, on the streets, are devasting Natural Disasters that have consumed
thousands of lives; the 2004 and 2005 Tsumanis and Earthquakes, with
devastating Floods and Droughts. There is so much more.

Experiencing and living through Twenty full Winter and Holiday Seasons
outside. Seeing 20 full New Years begin and end. Seasons of Hope blended
and mixed with the deepest emptiness that has drained me on levels I never 
knew existed. Experiences that could fill volumes, and stuff libraries...

So I really hold no illusion of what life holds for the future...
Street life has consumed my entire existence.

While the New Year holds Promise of what is yet to be,
I cannot summon the excitement or spirit of Life...
Being Homeless is like living in a drought through winter
in terms of finding food or shelter, while having to contend with
the worst extremes of weather; heavy rains, high winds and ugly storms
ripping through not only the lands, but through your soul, as well.

Another New Year come to pass with the barest existence of
life on the streets.

New Year's Day, a New Beginning, or a Contiuation
of a Nightmare I can never wake from?


Tuesday, December 31, 2019

The Longest Year...


The Longest Year...



It's been a long year. A very rough year. Definitely one of the
worst ones yet. On the streets, the years stretch and
pull you to breaking. Decades of life gone by the wayside,
taken from me by and through the illegal actions of a
despicable landlord. Years on the streets, the roughest punishments,
and phycially one of the worst I have experienced while layers
upon layers of pain and suffering this body piles on top of more.
Too much to list, because the list keeps growing.
And Financially, December 2019 was the most draining
month I have ever experienced. By a Huge Margin.

Decades lost, and taken from me.
Dealing with the hand I was dealt, but have never been
happy with the draw, and certainly not the game I wanted to play.
Deflated.... is what life on the streets does to you.

It goes way beyond draining... it is a constant draining of life, while
you feel like your body and soul are being drowned in wet cement,
that is slowly hardening and drying you from the inside out

But life goes on automatically. Deterred by nothing.
Leaving me, and so many others in its wake.

Losing all Fatih and Hope of ever having my own home...
of ever being Safe and warm and finally be able to let my guard down.
Life has shattered that illusion. I have heard it said that we don't go
through our experience for us, but rather to help others through it
down the line. How is my being forced to live indefinitely on the streets
happening so I could help others down the road going to work?

Tell them to be sure to get hooked on drugs and alcohol,
become chemically dependent, have dependent children and
be sure to be an illegal Immigrant.... and they will receive
Carte Blanche in services? Otherwise, you become a
non-existent being.... who is refused and denied
the services, support and help you need.

Tell them of the challenges you face as a single, physically
challenged female? Of the Harassment and hassling from
Law Enforcement for just being present and having no place to go?
Inform them of the struggles to keep moving forward? What and how
would my circusmtances and experiences benefit others, in any regard?
Especially in terms of living outside without a home for so long, that
your only existence is that of being Homeless, and the
only thing you become known for?

Tell them how you are no longer seen, no longer
treated as a living, breathing, feeling being?

Tell them how living on the streets is fully consuming?
Tell them they will learn about what real need is? What true hunger is?
Tell them that nothing can prepare them for life
on the streets, even being fully and completely immersed in it?

Or find some way to start a Non-Profit for the Homeless that is
different than anything else around, one that actually HELPS the
Homeless, and prevent them from having to go through the endless
nightmare I have been forced to endure for so long?

A place that teaches LIFE Skills to people; Good Hygiene, Basic
Cooking Skills, Teach them how to Respect themselves
and others, How to open a Checking and Savings Account,
How to grocery shop, how to communicate with others,
and Lift others up, instead of kicking them further
into the curb. A place that actually cares about people.
Not a place that treats them as criminals for not 
having a home, and not mired in the red tape swamp
of bureaucratic muck to receive the most dismal of
"services" that is meant more for the facility and 
their overhead than in the assistance people
living on the streets need.  Really need.

A place with hot showers, hot meals, a listening ear,
laundry services, and a place to offer a reprieve from the
elements, even for a short while. A place where people
are seen and treated as people... not property, not things,
but living, breathing, human beings that have talents
and gifts to share with the world.

Perhaps that is the reason for my Longest Year. What my life,
and all my experiences since birth has been about.


The Longest Year... A Lifetime without end.



2019 In Closing


2019 In Closing...




Another year coming to a close and another one about to begin.
This year has been overfilled and overflowing with devastating blows,
and one of the hardest to bare, especially in terms physically.
Deep into my 20th Winter and Holiday Season outside.
Each day becoming more of a challenge to face and endure.

Food, something that is supposed to bring healing, has been more
damaging than anything else. The healthiest foods becoming the
worst culprits. And made worse when you have no place to go
for rest and allow for healing. Living on the streets means
your body lives and stays in a stressed out place that can never
be at rest. Your body and your life, continually unsettled.

20 FULL Seasons of not being able to eat reguarly, or properly.
Of not being able to rest, to heal, to BE. Of having nowhere to
go, no bed to sleep on, no kitchen to store, prepare and cook
real food. Your life and health are always being heavily
compromised because of it. Being exposed to
everything 24/7, builds your immunity to some regard,
while at the same time, destroying you completely.

They say “Time Heals All Wounds...”, but I have found the
opposite to be true, that the more TIME I am forced to
live, or merely exist in any sense of Life, outside without a home,
the more damage results. My body more of a vestige relic
of what no longer is. Shelled out and gutted...

Being lied to by all these various “Support” agencies, claiming
they are there to help and support the Homeless... claiming
they have the resources and expereince to help, yet continually
refusing the help they claim to offer for not being their
stereo-typical Homeless person that is always
projected, but does not portray the reality of.

Filling my head with empty promises, my heart with false hope,
with endless words with no meaning, while making
fabricated claims of all they will do, and how they will help
support me to move into more of the actual LIVING part of Life.

My heart sinking deeper in the empty hollowness each passing
moment I am forced to live on the outskirts of life itself.

As the weeks, months, years and decades go by with
increasing speed, I remain on the sidelines watching
and witnessing every moment of life fade in the
distance. As time moves forward, life is supposed
to be getting better, not worse. But life is
moving in reverse and getting worse as more
time passes, when you live on the streets.

Living on the streets changes you in so many ways,
and in ways you can never imagine. My life from before,
has long since ceased to exit. Has become more a figment
of imagination that is blurred and distorted, like a burned
photograph pulled from the ashes....you can no longer
tell what the image had been. Or from when.

2019 has truly been one of the WORST years I have
expereinced, and one I am glad to close and shut forever.
Not a year I will hold fondly in memory, and hoping to erase
it completely. Trying to find little flickers of Hope, of
Faith, of some semblance of MEANING and I am
coming up emtpy. Losing Hold of the WHY.