Thankful for Margie…. I still have hope…

For as long as I can remember, I have hated the name Margaret… only because in my heart, I knew I had been betrayed by the very people I should have been able to trust… Mom & dad and they were proud of that name they gave me… then the nick names came and the one that stuck… Margie…

Margie was born into a christian family in the Air Force… both parents with only grade school education, but, they were anything but stupid… they became known to me as the best con’s on the planet and they taught me how to spot one a mile away… Trump I pegged decades ago…

The weirdest of the repressed memories to come forward are from the time before I was four years old… and very hard to understand, due to the age at that time… the one memory that always stuck out like a Kodak moment… the old fashion hair brush hitting me for having my hands on the TV screen… I was only 18 months old… and I wish you could have seen the expression on my mothers face when I described the story and her comment, the brush was a gift from her dad… and I said, than, you should have never hit a baby with it… and she turned white… she knew in that moment, I had edetic memory ability and it scared her… because her following behavior over the next few years told me all I needed to know, before we moved away from that area… read the blog, we were there off and on from 03 to 10…

Her questions about the past, her suggestive comments… all giving me more fodder for the bread crumb trail… and when I stood in her kitchen and used my ability and said… I am missing memory… that was when I knew I had been right all along… they murdered Margie in Big Springs, Texas…. Severe TBI… and no one told me… and I asked… 2010, I asked… Mother, Tiny, Sis & Bro… no one talking… very large sigh on that one… wow… and they call themselves christians… I will never not hate religion…. it is cowardice at its best…

Margie push’s on… not giving into the depression… working diligently to change the reaction in the brain from the old habits caused by brain damage… growing every day, marveling in life and enjoying its simple pleasures… all denied because of secrets… till now…

Most people know they have a TBI… I have never been officially told… I have fought for a long time to get the evidence from the United States government… but like all things current… it is not about the American people… it is about image… just look at Trump…

The one thing none of them can stop… hypnosis… and I have great hope that the MRI shows zero damage, no lesions, no clots, no dead tissue, no aneurism, no cancer… DNA testing ruled out Parkinson and MS was ruled out a long time ago in 2000…. and dementia… only when I smoke the pot… true story…. that is when I forget things…temporarily….

This thanksgiving is such a change from last years… last year I had a Bagwell and Cooper family… now all I have is my Peterson family…. okay not all sad, I got a couple of goofy cousins who are having too much fun watching the show to kick them out… honest… besides, I like the warped sense of humor they have…

Sad, a little… but you can not miss what you never had… and Margie…. she was always there, holding my hand… through every rape, beating and abuse in the guise of government and religion and paternal love….

I, just like you have hopes and dreams… mine is very simple and basic… having the love and respect of my family… We can’t all live our dreams and hopes… and that is why….

This thanksgiving I am thankful for Margie… she saved me… when everyone else wanted me gone, just so the secrets of the past would stay buried…. only one problem….

I Remember….

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I Remember… Margie….