I literally just looked at the date of my head injury from #PsalmSunday in 2000 for the first time, which was apparently on 16 April 2000. I was told I was in a coma for awhile but had not known of being in a coma until I was told, simply because I was in a coma. I know I was ordered into what was the Medical Hold Unit before it became the #WarriorTransitionUnit much later, but the time of my being put into Medical Hold Unit at the time was somewhere in July. I was told I had returned to #Illinois for a 20 day time period of convalescent leave, before being placed into the Medical Hold Unit which would mean my coma was somewhere between n turn the official time I woke up from my coma had been around 10 weeks; which shows me a few different things, as I have looked over a few different aspects.
1). Where I grew up and how I grew up, I dealt with several aspects which no child should ever have to endure because of the claims from my biological family stating one thing and doing another. Though my biological mother (the egg donor) and my biological father (the sperm donor) had caused many problems for me; the comprehension from what was explained to me of my biological sister being the ‘planned one’ in comparison to the questions asking me in utero of ‘why can’t you just die’ and ‘how many tries with abortion do I need to go through’ as well as ‘why can’t you just be another miscarriage’ before entering the world. When technically greeted by what are called doctors and nurses I met my biological father who asked ‘why aren’t you a boy’ and ‘you have something missing between your legs’’ was not the way anyone should have to be born. Though not forgetting of having been the first live baby in the Drive Thru #Nativity at #OldTenantPresbyterianChurch during #Christmas time, as that church had been using dolls instead for over ten years; since there had not been any births, for quite some time. After I had been the #BabyJesus for the Drive Thru Nativity, there were many pregnancies and deliveries thereafter; so many that the families began arguing over, whose child would be in the spot for the ability to say such.
That being stated in writing as I have talked about many times before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and many times well after, it was difficult for many to believe me initially because my biological mother was a deacon and my biological father was a trustee. Those I spoke with could not see, the truth of my words. Later in time, I guesstimate they had proved themselves to be exactly as I had stated; though not before the problems they had chosen to cause. Whereas my biological sister knew she was their ‘planned child’ and the ‘wanted one’, she very much chose to treat me in such a manner; claiming I was less than her, because of ‘being the wanted pregnancy’. Though the years went on, there are multiple examples I have given over the years and many more I guesstimate many others can state they have witnessed; but in this particular journal blog entry I will be detailing more than simply that.
2). Though my biological family was told of the aspects in reference to my graduation time for #BasicTraining the #UnitedStatesofAmerica's #ArmedForces back in 2000, they had never attempted to respond to me not just in reference to when I had called them from Basic Training at #FortSill #Oklahoma; but also because I do remember mailing letters to them, and never once receiving a letter in return. I know during the first couple of days of arrival at Fort Sam Houston we were ordered to call who we had lived with prior to joining, and there was not any concern about when I had arrived; and they had actually wanted to finish the phone call before I could speak. I guesstimate at this point in time the reality of that which I had told the Drill Sergeant of in Basic Training fully sunk in, much later albeit. In that one little phone call I guesstimate those who had listened having known of my attempts to join various military associated school and organizations instantly understood, well beyond just the knowledge and comprehension something bigger than the 1993 attack to the #WorldTradeCenter was going to be; which apparently was #11September2001.
I do recall telling some random person “Is it odd to anyone other than me, the date is 9-11?” When asking what I meant I said, “Do you not see the numbers 9-1-1?” The male said “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” I said “Is 9-1-1 no longer an emergency phone number, or is it still the phone number you call when there is an emergency?”
The male looked at me shaking his head and later when I told my now dead-ex-husband he told me, how stupid I am. However in reference to Basic Training, there was no one who cared who I knew that I could contact at the time. Whereas my son and my daughter know if they needed me, they can call me and I will do what I can for them and give all I possibly can and could; there was nothing like that for me, when in Basic Training. Where I looked and saw the others in my Basic Training happily speaking with their loved ones, I had not had such ever; and that was an instant reminder when I was in Basic Training for such, which I admittedly was envious of those who were able to speak with people who had cared about how the #ZeroWeek was going. When going across the tracks into Basic Training at Fort Sill Oklahoma, I did not bother attempting to call again; for I knew the phone call was not of importance to them, which I guesstimate there were those who saw such.
3). In the timeframe of what my biological family knew I would be graduating from Basic Training, there was not the slightest bit of concern I know; because when I woke up from my coma and later was told about the phone call my biological father told me he said ‘How is Basic going?’ and when I was told I said “I don’t think I’m in Basic Training”, I was told to describe where I was from what I was told years later, which he realized I was in a hospital. Though I remember how I was treated when I first returned from the recruiter’s office of wanting to join the Army for the United States of America, I also remember my biological father yelling at me and punching a hole in the wall on the side of the wall next to my head while screaming at me for ‘being so stupid’. I remember my biological mother asking me ‘why are you doing this to us’ when she was not the one going to training nor going into the military, and I remember how in front of me them along with my biological sister discussing how much of a disappointment I had been;’ yet they never once had any high hopes, for how I would turn out. I guesstimate there are those who were in Illinois who remember those discussions from them, and while I do not regret joining the military; I cannot deny the realities of what I experienced before or after, either. I cannot tell a lie, so if I were to deny such; that in turn would mean, a lie being told which I cannot do.
4). Today it dawned on me of the knowledge Basic Training is a total of 9 weeks for the #Army of the Armed Forces for the United States of America and at the most for Zero Week, usually the maximum amount of time the military puts someone in that portion of is no longer than two weeks. I had my head injury on Psalm Sunday in 2000 however I left for Basic Training on 21 March 2000, and I was in Illinois less than one week from what I was told after I woke up from the coma. In 2000, Psalm Sunday was on 16 April and I was in Illinois towards the middle of July in 2000; which equals around 18 weeks of being out of their house without the slightest bit of concern, but 10 weeks in the coma by guesstimation though the paperwork is redacted in certain areas of my medical documentation and the start dates differ from #FortSamHouston in #SanAntonio #Texas reference to Fort Sill Oklahoma; but the end dates differ in Fort Sam Houston’s medical documentation as well.
5). Thus in a total combination among many other points which I have previously written of over the different points in time of my various books in reference to actual events such as in “Finding A Silver Lining By: (Reverend) Susan MeeLing” as well as “Finding the Silver Lining By: (Reverend) Susan MeeLing” and the more recent writing of “The Modern Day Book By: Reverend Susan MeeLing” in those particular points while adding “The Adventures of Susan MeeLing, SCUBA Diver Extraordinaire Volume One: Chapters 1 through 4 By: Reverend Susan MeeLing”, “The Adventures of Susan MeeLing, SCUBA Diver Extraordinaire Volume Two: Chapters 5 through 9 By: Reverend Susan MeeLing” and “The Adventures of Susan MeeLing, SCUBA Diver Extraordinaire Volume Three: Chapters 10 through 20 By: Reverend Susan MeeLing”; those six books give multiple points in regards of the different experiences in my life and/or that which I had been told of by others, which in turn among the other books I wrote could hypothetically not just point out the aspects of religious spirituality but also the experiences of a modern era of the Holy Scriptures in this day and age through the prior prophetic means, due to the realities of. Not forgetting whether or not one believes in certain points, there are those who have been able to verify such details of information whether through witnessing themselves in person; and/or having been told of and able to research, for themselves of such situations.
6). When in reference points of a #YouTube video many years ago as well as the understanding now of the reality of the different people in the courtroom when in San Antonio Texas during the proceedings of the family court; that particular You Tube video when just before my son and I wound up in Washington state, I had discussed what I was going through in regards of my children and admittedly shortly after finishing the video recording; I received another threatening email message in the account I used to have access to of firstname.lastname@example.org; though I have not been able to access that email account in quite some time. However I do give law enforcement permission to access such beyond the #NSA, which I had already sent in writing for such to various groups; though also to the #Google company themselves. Several years later when in Washington state I have recorded another video with an American Flag draped over a shower curtain for a background as well as print out pictures of different people I thought would be a lot of fun to be able to work with as I really liked the premise in regards of the show #TheFive on #FoxNews, which I had created the broadcast but again, cannot remember the information of.
There was a lot of painful aspects in #Washington state well beyond the emotional aspects, but more-so in reference to the zapping I was experiencing in the area. Hence the waxed over my ears and back of my head for my haircut to be shorter, though the similar shade of red to assist my memory. I think I was wearing a black corset, though I am not 100 percent certain of. In those three particular circumstances my reference point is though there are many who had not known me to be emotional but viewed me as a bit overdramatic, those particular videos I guesstimate might have shown how much I had been holding back. Not to lie, but to focus on other aspects. Though I had not denied what was going on in my life at the time, I guesstimate there were those who had never thought I actually had emotions and feelings; because of my personal exterior look, as well as my personality. While I know there were those who knew I had a big heart, I guesstimate they had not known to the level in certain regards; despite what might have been perceived at the time and/or what was discussed/told of.
However due to the reality of the two different videos being on two different laptops because of my technology problems before winding up in Washington state, I guesstimate the United States of America’s government might have had a bit of difficulties finding me. One reason because of the first laptop video recording occurred in the back patio area of Thousand Oaks apartment complex with the black and white chair table set I had custom made which I guesstimate Wolfe had not taken pictures of and/or I had not for a bit of a clue, and then that laptop having had to go to Best Buy’s Geek Squad for repair; in another location, after my son and I were out of the state of Texas. The second video was recorded on the laptop my now ex-boyfriend who my son and I were taken out of the state of Texas to in Washington state; and was not registered in my name, because of my problems with technology and Geek Squad having told me I could no longer purchase the Accidental Warranty Plan as I had broken so many laptops by that point in time as I had spoken of and wrote about many times with various people. Not forgetting the guinea pig comments, of mine.
Thus if there were those wondering where in the world I had been because of those particular aspects, I apologize for the confusion. I did not intend for people to have to search all over the place to find me, as I did not think I could camouflage anywhere. However I suppose techy techy stuff, might be in certain references similar to #SCUBADiving because of the neoprene gear being like number stuff for technology stuff.
7). I am proud of my Mer-People throughout the various bodies of water as well as my Faeries and the like keeping my idea for my creation of The Underwater Travel System safe from those who would attempt to be arrogant enough to attempt to try, without my direct involvement. I am proud of my Mer-People doing what was and is necessary to ensure the safety and sanctity of my creation of The Underwater Travel System and I am proud of my Mer-People for doing what has been necessary to take the precautions to remove any attempt of anyone who would have thought they could descend to the depths of the ocean where I was, to keep such safe as without my direct training; I am proud of my Mer-People from preventing such, to ensure the oceanic waters were and are safer than what has occurred over the years. However I guesstimate though before I had written of my idea for The Underwater Travel System due to certain specific events pre-cusoring the realities of which many had not taken into consider and possibly had not believed in certain sectors there had been compassionate, honorable, and righteous ones who over time learned; though my words may not have always been the most ideal in each situations, my actions spoke louder in various aspects to the well intentioned endeavors.
Though in such a similar token the aspects of which those who caused problems for my #MedalofHonoArtProject among other aspects before then such as my daughter and my son; there had been some weather related events, which had given the pre-cursor signs of the realities of. In such in reference to the points of which of my idea for The Underwater Travel System as I had received an email which said the lack of interest and lack of worth in my idea for the show Shark Tank, if hypothetically that had to do with hacking issues and/or people not believing of the possibilities because of the geographical aspects and the pressurization changes; those who had been hacking/stalking me would have wrongly represented any information and thus had wasted many individuals money and time, which I am glad they were able to be proven for the liars they are and were when I knew them and warned others of. I wish I could have saved the different people from those ‘cherubim ones’ and their actions and choices, though I could only do so much. I had written of what was occurring to my daughter, my son, and I as well as the threats I had received I had spoken of as well as wrote about; though while such was not taken seriously, I know there are those who had seen what occurred in reference to my daughter, my son, and I and though were unable to assist in certain ways, they were able to keep their own children safe from such events. Whether they were civilian or military or law enforcement, at minimum I know there are those who were able to keep other children from enduring such problems; which I had been trying to ensure the safety of, while taking care of my two and I as best as I possibly could.
8). Though there had been many acknowledgements in certain references before as to who I am in a multitude of ways in reference where I had not denied who I am, there are those circumstances in which I understand the difficulties to acknowledging such in this era. As I had talked with a male who was a #JehoviahWitness in the front porch area of my house in San Antonio with another female who was with him I had asked him when he finished telling me of the various discussions he had with my now dead-ex-husband before the first separation when he was alive; “Where in the Bible does it show you to force a religion upon people, who might not believe? My (then) husband is an Atheist and has wrongly been making fun of you and leading you on thinking you will convert him, but I am wondering where in the Bible has it been stated to force people to believe what one might not?”
The male pointed to second Corinthians at a passage which stated “I charge you to go out, and make followers of me.” I asked “Was the Bible written a while ago, or is it more recent? Last I remember from when I read the Bible as a child, the dating of such was over 2000 years ago; and I was in #NewJersey at the time. In this era is it not considered to be a difficulty or crazy view if someone were to go around stating that, without any proof? In this era, are there not many people who have claimed to be #JesusChrist?”
As the discussion went on between the male and I, the female asked a few questions which I answered honestly. Looking back to that point in time in 2003, I realize the oddities of such as I had told them of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury. The three of us continued talking and though I had invited them inside of the house to talk with me before that portion of the discussion had occurred, the three of us had talked about various points of religious and spiritual beliefs. I had told them of my upbringing in reference to where, my time in the United States of America’s Armed Forces Army branch, as well as other aspects when the discussion points of 9/11 had been brought up for topics to talk about.
At a point of which both that male and female had said “Oh, my God” I had never denied such to them; nor had I in other discussions or conversations. However where some who had known me previously before winding up in the state of Washington when I was in the state of Texas before recently returning to the state of Texas on 4 July 2019, admittedly it was not until earlier in 2019 when I had realized not only had I rewritten the #HolyScriptures for multiple aspects of different religions and spiritualities; but in combination with my #SCUBA Diving and my Medal of Honor Art Project, the complete circle had come full force. I know while I have been quite modest in many ways and though I had not discussed many aspects in reference to my books until more recently, I also had not denied who I am or have been in all of this time. However I did not boast about such, as I had discussed with the male and the female in 2003; why would I force anyone to believe who I am? Back then my haircut and my hair color were not as they are now, nor did I have a single tattoo at the time; which goes into other aspects, of differing prophecies. Though I can comprehend around other parts of the world when seeing the pictures I had taken from the bottom of the ocean in different locations as well as having had written about my life experiences and how my life was going, I understand there are far more people who have closer connections to the older portions of the world which had not been desensitized to different points of the religious and spiritual aspects; while also comprehending there were those who were/are in the United States of America who had understood and known as well had seen.
However in the profile on #fetlife I once had I had written several journal blog entries, those of which I remember for a linking aspect are:
· A youthful story about a zoo and a zookeeper getting the animals at the zoo in better situations upon noticing certain attributes
· A youthful story about a couple who looked past certain aspects in life despite what was occurring in the groups throughout who treated them differently in lifestyle type situations
· A list of song, singers, and a brief description of how they had (pun intended) played in reference to specific aspects of my life at the time which the music assisted me at the times I was dealing with specific situations
· A writing of the bed I made with three different levels along with some of the reasons as to why I used tech wood screws instead of regular screws or nails; materials of 4*4, tech wood screws, 1500 pound weighted chains, door hinges, MTF board, cuffs, and the naming of Heaven/Purgatory/Hell
· A llama who waltzed through a variety of situations and locations leading to the land of milk and honey
· A long set of questions in reference to if you were interested in becoming a submissive/slave of mine in the BDSM/LGBTQP/Swinger dynamic including health questions for safety, hard/soft limits, etcetera
· My personal experiences in the various aspects of the Austin and Dallas Dominant Mentor Program
…Just to list a few…however I could not find my old profile and I cannot remember the email associated with it or the name I had changed it to because of stupidly thinking the name change would prevent those who were sending threats to my #fetlife/#facebook/email accounts would no longer be able to find me to send those threats to me anymore. I obviously did not understand the aspects of the ways technology stuff worked, though I also never denied that either. For example before I had attended many munches however none were in the daytime, which I knew there were those who were in schedules similar to mine and the ability to go to a munch in the brunch hours around the year of 2012 as well as the openness to discuss various talking points were available once I created that group.
The second group I created in 2012 was essentially going to be a dating group for male submissives and female Dominants who were not professionals and had been wanting that type of a relationship dynamic in both the vanilla and the kink proverbial worlds; though the second group I had received the most amount of grief about and none seemed interested in my idea, nor willing to host the event to allow play afterwards. I was told of the lack of male submissives in the lifestyle which I argued against and I was attacked by those in the professional industry for not being inclusive of them, when I always had been; but I had known there had to be other females similarly like myself who respected the profession but was not interested in such for themselves as I had not been in regards to being a professional dominatrix. I thought such a group would be important for the safe haven of the male submissives who did not want to be around the professional aspect or who were interested but unsure of which way they wanted to go, but the female Dominants who were wanting such without the stigma and stereotype which had gone along with other groups while being respectful of.
In such the complete honesty both before and after the head injury on Psalm Sunday 2000 in conjunction with the prophetic aspects such as my modeling pictures, performances, writings, and books; are very much evident as well as the fact of creating groups online, which were not in existence prior to my choice to make them. I guesstimate there are those who figured out the prophetic aspects much earlier than I had, but I suppose that also has to do with prophecy in the points of to ensure the lack of false prophets as well as ensuring the sanity of who I am comparatively in reference to discussing the religious and spiritual points with the individuals who were at my house in San Antonio Texas. In such I now understand and know of why the explanation of the verse in second Corinthians was pointed out to me, as by technicalities because of all that I had written in certain writings; I technically charged certain people with stating such as I can joke, as through the forms I filled out and the books I mailed to some to go forward and inform others of who I am for such.
While I suppose in closing I shall make a joke in reference to a song though not in a way of making a joke of what that particular singer/rapper had gone through in his life experiences in the slightest, though the words are quite appropriate: A quote though a bit out from #DMX in reference to certain individuals who had wanted to deny certain aspects "That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church; Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts"