Medal of Honor Art Project By: Susan MeeLing : Post #2 of 3 Total Posts
...continued from Post #1 and continued with Post #3...
Each state I went through for my Medal of Honor Art Project, I will write a few notable points; though there are far more than what I write for such...
Though I had described certain aspects of the beginning points of my Medal of Honor Art Project in the first post journal blog entry when in Washington state and the references how I cam to create my Medal of Honor Art Project, the other specifics of going through the state of Washington to find the different Medal of Honor recipients for the rubbings to pick up to then work upon for my artwork, has other points of which to discuss. In reference to going beyond the city of Seattle and the areas nearby when going to the further points of western Washington, I had several instances of which were problematic in certain regards; just as certain aspects of which eastern Washington had certain points of interest. In regards to western Washington there had been a location near the Grays Harbor area of which one could see the #Satsop Nuclear Power Plant towers in the distance behind the trees on the mountains, near the location for the Medal of Honor recipient Edward Shehan. There I initially could not find the directory though I found it later, after walking back and forth around the cemetery.
When I had arrived there was a short stocky female with brunette hair walking around who looked similar in body style to the female in the Portland Oregon GAR cemetery location of which I stayed away from where she was, as I had other Medal of Honor recipients to get their rubbings of on that day, and her energy was nothing I wanted to be involved with. Though that female walked around in circles of where I was, I shooed that energy away and did not allow such to impact anything I was doing. When I went looking towards the area with the shed with a spindle point on top of the shed behind the grove of bushes and trees, there was a sound as though someone had stepped on a broken branch when I approached the yellow chain area. In order to not disrupt whatever group or company which owned that area, I continued looking for my Medal of Honor recipient's marker. When I found the directory shortly thereafter, I was able to locate Shahan to get his rubbing completed and leave.
When in Cle Elum there was a group of individuals who were walking in the parking lot area similar body styles of the people who were in the red Hyundai when in Montana (I will get to that when discussing the state of Montana) who were meandering around the parking lot area who was in a wheelchair, though a different body style than the female I met in the #Hosmer #Crossroads hotel in Tacoma who also looked like the female who I met in Spokane who claimed to be Grandstaff's daughter when I met with her at the Denny's about 5-10 minutes away from the #EconoLodge hotel I had booked a room at in 2016. That particular female who was in Spokane who claimed to be Grandstaff's daughter with longer hair than where her shoulders were with a stringy greasy-type look, had said she was friends with the Medal of Honor recipient's daughter Mann; and that female had picked up the art pieces from the cemetery location I had dropped the completed Medal of Honor Art pieces at. The people who were in the parking lot of the #CleElum location looked similar to the people who were in the area of #Yakima, when I was picking up #Pendelton from that military location. Though I am unsure if they heard the drones flying overhead as I would guesstimate if they had, they probably would not have stayed in that area doing whatever they were at the time.
When I went to the area to pick up the Medal of Honor recipient with the last name of Bush and subsequently drop off that completed Medal of Honor Art piece at that cemetery location for the family, I heard similar sounds of people stepping on branches nearby; however I also smelled gun residue as well as I heard a "click" sound just before I went to the other side of the marker to get the rubbing of the Virgin Mary. When the #GPS lead me from #Spokane to Idaho Cor de Lane area on the way to #Pomeroy and #WallaWalla of which I very much enjoyed the view of the waters in that lake and of which I highly recommend visiting the area to see such beauty, as the mountain rocks add to the beauty of the ice caps dancing on top of the water waves; and the sunlight bouncing in the mannerisms of which is so free was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. Though I was able to find Pomeroy cemetery to pick up that Medal of Honor recipient there were people who were walking around the area, who approached me to talk. Once they finished discussing what they needed to and left, I finished what I was there for to go find the Walla Walla cemetery. I found what I thought was the location and I found the Colonel there but the marker did not have the Medal of Honor marker in reference to Murphy. I looked for someone to help me located who I was looking for but no one was around, and the shed was empty of people; though filled with many tools and equipment in 2014. The year of 2017 when I attempted to try one more time I had found the correct location, but not the cemetery I had gone to previously. When describing to the caretaker of where I had been before even though the address I put into the GPS was the same, the caretaker said he had never heard of nor seen what I described.
Though I already described the occurrences in the Seattle area for the six Medal of Honor recipients in one cemetery in the #Seattle area, I had gone to another location nearby for a Medal of Honor recipient in the city. When I arrived to the front office she pointed to a map for some guy named #BruceLee and another guy named Jimmy #Hendrix but when I told her I did not know who those people were and she was confused of my asking of the whereabouts for the #MedalofHonor recipient in their cemetery, she showed me a different map of which I met a female and male with their young child in a stroller. The male told me of the female's actions in war and said she earned of #BronzeStar, a #PurpleHeart, and a #SilverStar; and I told them there is only one female Medal of Honor recipient in the history of the award. From what was described to me, such seemed as though the female had earned a Medal of Honor and I wonder when the reviewal of records for females will occur in reference to female Medal of Honor recipients beyond Dr. Mary Edward Walker. There was a male with his dog playing in the area of the cemetery I found the Medal of Honor recipient, and though he seemed though he wanted to speak with me; he never did.
When going towards the area in #Bellingham to pick up Davis' rubbing for his Medal of Honor marker there was a sound of a glass shattering and later when in #Everett someone pointed out to me my taillight on the passenger side had been shattered, when I found the playground with interesting equipment and a baseball field nearby. I looked through the spaceship central hole and thought it was interesting though that occurred after I had already visited the hydrology plant along the Devils Run River with the Seattle Electric castle, as well as a few other locations. However when I went to the #SanJuanIslands to visit the #McMillan Mausoleum in #FridayHarbor I had to wait for a female with dirty blond hair and a stocky build to finish photographing what looked like her daughter with longer blond hair and skinny in a white dress dancing around the mausoleum disrespectfully, so there were a few energetic things which I assisted with to ensure the safety of that location; while watching and waiting for them to be done and go away. Once those females were gone I stood at the center of the area where the missing chair is for several minutes with my hands on the table, looking around the area before I sat in each chair for anywhere between 15-35 minutes; enough for a minimum of 3 cigarettes and my medication smoke in each individual chair but when I sat in the third chair an oddity occurred. There were sounds of wild dogs barking and running in a pack herd together as I stayed in place, watching to see where they were coming or going.
Though they sounded as though the barking stemmed from the ocean, the almost hoof like sounds seemed to be on the land. After I finished enjoying the sights of each location I got up to leave and on my way out from the mausoleum there was an older male who I think may have been the children's grandfather with a boy (blue jacket with red inner lining, blue jeans, and a hoodie sweatshirt) walking with a girl (strawberry blonde hair with colorful boots and a light colored jacket) of which he and I spoke for awhile before I asked the children, "Do you want to sit in those chairs?" I admit I was skeptical of what I had seen online about the location, and I was doubtful of what I felt and heard; and sometimes certain specific children have a way of confirming specifics, not all children though. The little girl looked at the chairs before looking at me saying, "No, you can sit in those chairs but no one else. Those spirits like you but don't like others, and they trust you." The grandfather (I presume) and I talked for a little longer before I left, to go to the area to watch the eagles fly over the ocean and the island while speaking with a male who was in the area sitting on a log for a couple hours before I returned to the ferry to go back to the main area.
On the ferry ride out to the Friday Harbor area I was taking pictures of the ocean waters and saw something in the distance on the ocean waves floating, of which I directed the waves to cause the flotation device to move closer to the ferry but not too close. When the object was near enough I took a video of the cut upon oil drum with tubes and a tank inside of the floating object and ordered the waves to push the floating bucket-like thing away from the ferry, to then go inside. I found a crew member to show the female the picture and video and when she went to get a male employee, I looked for where a security camera was so when I showed the male employee who arrived; the security camera could also give the images to whomever was watching the footage. Since the male employee for the ferry had no idea what the floating object was I had hoped the security guard was able to see the footage of what I saw in the ocean to send some experts to locate that device, to keep the rest of the population safe. I know some readers of this might find that choice of mine to be odd or weird, but what would you have done differently to keep people safe; if you could tell some of those wires were electrical components? Though some might not be appreciative of the National Surveillance Agency through techy techy stuff, I am glad they were able (I presume) to look through the footage to assist government agencies to locate that device to find out what it was to keep the people of Washington state and/or Alaska and/or the country of Canada and/or China and/or Russia (depending which way the current went) safe.
In reference to when I went to Vancouver to pick up the Medal of Honor recipient rubbings in that area, I was unable to find the markers and where I thought they might have been were behind an electric metal fence with other fenced off areas. Though the area is considered a retired military base for the United States of America, I cannot be the only one who knows there is no such thing as a retired military base; as they can be activated when necessary in times of conflict and/or attack and/or war. I cannot be the only one who knows that detail, it is different though equivalent to the soldiers' IRR (Individual Ready Reserve); I thought. If I am inaccurate, I apologize for my guesstimate.
Though I had attempted to find a Medal of Honor recipient in the GAR cemetery in Portland when I arrived the gates were closed, and thus I went to the cemetery next door to find that Medal of Honor recipient. I found him after hours of searching near a marker with the name Ray in it. After I finished that and returned to the GAR cemetery the gates were still closed and even though there was a stocky built female with brunette hair walking around because the cemetery was darker though with more daylight out and the sunlight directly overhead, because of how dark the cemetery was and the gates being closed; I refused to enter that area. I did not want to have anything to do with any of whatever that was, at all. Afterwards I went to the Portland Veterans Cemetery of which I wrote about a little bit in my journal blog "The Unwanted Artist" and as I wrote; I truly had felt as such. The amount of work I had put into my Medal of Honor Art Project up to that point as well as the combination of everything I had gone through in my personal life, I truly felt as such. There had been a conversation I had with my now ex-boyfriend of which I told him the BDSM/Swinger/LGBTQP communities are larger than the branches of all of the members for The United States of America in regards to active duty/national guard/reserve; and not one person who I knew in the state of Texas who told me they had traveled in the area of Oregon/California/Washington had ever said anything to me if they had been where I was.
There were people who told me in #DFW they traveled through that area a minimum of 3 times in a 2 month period, there were people who were in #Austin who told me they traveled to that area around 3-4 times in a month on weekends for work, and there were people in #SanAntonio who said they traveled there at least once ever 5 months; and a combination of variables in between. Not one person who was a part of the different lifestyle communities I had been involved in ever told me or asked me if I recognized them and if they spoke with me and chose not to remind me of once knowing them and/or decided to play a game and test my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury effects because they chose not to believe I always spoke the truth when I knew them in Texas or anywhere else for that matter; I cannot put into words the feelings and emotions of such, and I could not fully then either. Ironically I learned upon my return to the state of Texas the majority of locations of which I had been to for such events in the state of Texas, are no longer in operation. Maybe some people figured if the choice was preferred to do such in Washington state at that location, why bother having the locations available in the state of Texas throughout all three of those metro-plex city areas? Maybe others learned of the stuff some might have been doing and instead chose to shut those locations down? Who knows?
In Corvallis there was an area I watched an airplane (I think) with wings flapping instead of staying straight and when at the #DaysInn hotel in #Salem #Oregon, there was a spot on the ground in my hotel room if I stood with one foot on the spot there was no issue; but f I put both feet in that spot I felt electrocution pulsations. When in Eugene there had been a group of females who were walking by who seemed to keep an eye as to where I was going and what I was doing though I still thought no one noticed me, as no one spoke with me or asked when I was there. Those who did speak with me, I spoke with in return; those who just looked while I was involved with what I was doing, chose to keep to themselves.
When I was in the Hood River area to pick up Marcus Robertson' marker rubbing there was a male who arrived to start working on the grounds-keeping and that male and I spoke for a few hours about the events held for that particular Medal of Honor recipient, whose attention continued to go towards the vehicles which were passing by. I caught the glimpse of a red car while he and I spoke, but the conversation with him was intriguing more so than the vehicles passing over the railroad tracks. In La Grande Oregon in 2016 the #RoadewayInn hotel I stayed at the people who I met in the breezeway were nice, and though I did not understand all of the words they were speaking with one another; there was an older male who offered to help me carry some of my belongings down the stairs of which I still am appreciative of. Just as I am appreciative of Mike Hershey who had met with me in #Bremerton Washington, in reference to Bud Hawk and Nibbe. The meeting and discussions were fascinating to learn so much, and the Bremerton shipyard was amazing to learn some aspects about. Despite the people who went by us when we were near the military museum, he was extremely interesting to learn from.
...#MontanaState and #IdahoState...2016-2018...
In 2016 I went through the area to pick up the Medal of Honor recipients I could find online in the state of Montana, which I found my first Medal of Honor recipient who earned 2 Medal of Honor awards! I had not realized such was a possibility, though it made sense since there have been times in which The United States of America had been involved with more than one war or conflict at the same time, which would allow such to occur. When in the location near Great Falls for the Medal of Honor recipient there had been some females walking around the grounds off in the distance and when in other locations, there were a few females who approached me to discuss their lost ones. There mainly had been some people looking at me when doing the pick ups for my Medal of Honor Art Project with the exception of when I was in #Missoula at one of the two cemetery locations, after I had called 9-1-1 about a fire I had seen when driving on I90 near some campground buildings. When I had arrived at the Old Post Missoula Cemetery I had found there was a voicemail on my phone and I rushed to call back before the message finished playing as I instantly felt bad for forgetting my phone in the car, and when I spoke with that male I gave him all of the information I could remember of where the fire I saw had been. I still remember the side of the buildings were gray, and the rooftops were a dark blue; the mountain grounds were on fire but I was fearful of the people who were inside of the buildings and their safety. I told him of how I diligently tried to explain to the female 9-1-1 operator of the whereabouts including the mile marker I purposefully stopped at to ensure she could give that information to the fire department, but by that time I had forgotten which number it was unless I accidentally gave an elevation number because the signs are the same color and I did not know better at the time; though I told the male on the phone which was I had entered the state of Montana and where I was as well as what I was doing, and told him he could call me if he needed any help further with that. Though I do not remember him calling me afterwards, or at least telling me as such.
Later when I went to the #MontanaVortex after going to pick up Galt from #Kalispell and being shocked from the stone and rice paper near the electrical lines, I found the Montana Vortex when I was looking for a gas station as the surge from what I thought was the altitude issues but was actually a surge of energy from the #vortex; I went for a tour. Where each of the other people who went through the house were having difficulties, I felt the way I had when SCUBA Diving in the water of the ocean especially but on land. The chair was easy for me to stand up from, the circle I could do yoga in and dance a little later on, and then the other situations available to try when inside of the Vortex was simplistic for me. In 2017 I took my son out to show him the vortex because I thought he would think it was fun, and he as well as the tour guide were stunned as to what I could do. I made it a regular stop for me along my Medal of Honor Art Project trip as the circle assisted me to calm down and compress after all of the altitude changes and pain surges.
The year of 2017 after driving from Lakewood to Missoula to drop off some of the Medal of Honor Art pieces down to #Anaconda then to #DeerLodge #HotSprings to then go to #ColumbiaFalls for the Montana Vortex then to go towards #Arlee for the Thousand Buddha Labyrinth but could not go because of the red #Hyundai car which caused miles of traffic back up because the blond stocky built female driving with the male in the passenger seat and 2-3 females in the backseat of the red Hyundai were going 30-35 miles per hour in an 80-85 mile per hour zone from the point where turning onto the highway from Kalispell to drive towards Arlee; up until (I think 2-3 towns before Arlee Montana. I tried to go around that car but every time the dotted line appeared on the highway that female sped up if there was no on coming traffic (I was driving a white Dodge Grand Caravan and the additional weight from the Medal of Honor Art Project pieces would not allow me to safely drive around that red Hyundai with my son in the passenger seat because of the way the weight distribution was) though if there was the dotted lines on the highway with vehicles driving in the opposite direction in the one lane areas; she maintained the speed of 30-35 miles per hour in the 80-85 mile per hour zones and some 70-75 miles per hour zones. I stopped the van after finally being able to speed around that car when two lanes were going the same direction even though that female tried to straddle the middle which I think might have been her problem to call the police, to try to get me in trouble for drinking and driving as the officer said someone claimed when they called in. I think because she could not maintain keeping me where she tried and I went around her before she could fully attempt to block the traffic any further, was her spitefulness; on top of her bitterness in the way she handled herself when driving in the state of Montana on the mountains. Also if she had no idea how to drive on mountains, then she should have pulled over off to the side of the road for the people who knew and know how to drive on mountains.
Also because of my math problems I had asked my now ex-boyfriend to add up the miles and the hours of driving so I could make sure my son and I were safe, when going on the trip. Jesse Leroy Hoover looked over the days I had planned out when I had shown him the plans for the drop offs in the state of Montana as well as the pick ups for the area of Idaho I was going to with my son so he could also see the #Hawkbill in the area of #Arco as well as the military museum of the region, after getting David Bleak's marker rubbing. I am unaware of how to or if it is possible to prove if the choice of Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr (born 3 October 1967 in Texas, as he told me; his dad lived in Von Army Texas when I met him) was to cause problems for my son and I as Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr. knew of being on my life insurance policy, split with my son and my daughter having the majority of. I do know when I returned with my son to Washington state after that trip, my now ex-boyfriend was surprised when I arrived and the aire of the relationship changed when I returned. There was one argument of which I rolled out of the passenger side of the car when he was making a turn near the electrical plant near the house, but I did not have any scratches or scrapes though he was driving around 35 miles per hour, which someone outside of the green house on the other side of the electrical area I think might have seen. When Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr. ended the relationship with me after my son was out of the rental house because I was upset about him using my son's towel; he shook me and I fell into the wall and the washer machine. When I told my son about the shaking situation during Thanksgiving dinner visit he was not happy, but did not tell me why.
In 2018 during the week of the 4th of July when out for my Medal of Honor Art Project instead of being notified when I booked the hotel room the road would be closed which meant the parking lot would be closed, I only was able to go to the Montana Vortex once before that year's trip for drop offs and pick ups. Upon my return from Iowa instead of being able to go three days in a row, there were problems as well. When I had arrived and after paying the $12 for my entrance fee (despite not going on the tour but feeling it was the correct things to do each time I went), I waited for the tour group to finish and leave the area of the vortex. Once cleared I went inside to go to the circle inside of the house as I had done each year starting in 2016, twice in 2017, as well as in 2018 on the way out to that year's Medal of Honor Art Project Trip as well as attempted for the time when those 'people' annoyed me and disrupted my personal time for myself. Shortly afterwards that female with a stocky build and a taller male annoyed me as they chose not to stay with the tour group but instead walked inside of the house area and tried to do selfies, angling themselves and their camera to have me in the background on private property without my permission. Due to the fact they would not stop nor leave me alone nor were respectful in the slightest, I left instead of getting what I needed done for myself.
I am still dealing with the repercussions because of those two people who did not have the decency nor respect to leave with the tour group when told, have the manners to ask before taking my picture in a private moment for myself, nor having the slightest bit of respect for the people who own the property. Even during the time when I took my son out to the vortex after he finished his time in the house I remained, so I could get what I needed alone as he finished the rest of the tour. I am still infuriated because of those 'people', and I do not comprehend what their problems or major malfunctions are; however I truly do not want to nor care about them as 'people', though I am annoyed beyond words. If hypothetically those 'people' are from #N208 of The Lodge at Madrona Apartment Complex in Tacoma; I hope every legal aspect which can be thrown in their direction occurs as quickly as possible to the fullest extent of every law they broke; if that is a possibility, especially if those 'people' are responsible for the miles of traffic backup in the state of Montana in 2017.
When returning to Washington state from Montana my son and I stopped in the area at the top of the state to pick up the rubbing for Frank S. Reasoner and the two of us spoke with a female at the cemetery for awhile before going to pick up the rubbing, after having gone through the other areas. That particular trip written calculation had been 36 hours, 18 hours, and 24 hours; but it was not until the following weekend after my the return from that trip when I learned there are only 24 hours in a day because someone I knew told me of such.
...continued with the next journal entry blog Post #3...