YGGDRASIL-Tree of Life

There is a huge tree at the old Lutheran church in Lemon Grove. I remember playing in the small yard when I was little. My cousins and I often went to the Lutheran church and its children's activities instead of the Latter day saints as the family were divided and Scandinavian.

Trees are special in Norse mythology, the oldest story involving is Yggdrasil, the tree of the nine worlds. Similar to Dante's Nine heavens and hells, they have a variety or disparity of other world views of the after life.

The old religions based their views on ancient wisdom that some call witchcraft but most endure as nature and survival. 

Burning bodies or sending them on voyages in ships were more common then burying in the ground. 
Asians practice this and are considered a cleaner society and yet we are seeing India burning their dead in city parks as there is not enough room to do so elsewhere. 

They have also found them in the waters drifting down the once sacred river of India used to purify humans and might have even been used in Biblical times to cure.

Life has turned the corner and everyone is hoping for a revival of our daily lives. The fight to find a place to live, turned to getting proper medical treatment and not being seen as criminals. After all, these virus began in the very same countries known for their cleanliness, and yet have had a lot of international travelers. 

Whether or not it started in a lab as an experiment remains to be seen. There was once more concern in getting medical instruction to internationals, and some locations have international schools of medicine open to those from Asia and Africa. 

This is in order to encourage the more main stream medical practices the Western nations have adopted since the times of the Crusades and the advent of the plague found its way through ships traveling to and from Asia and Africa.

The same today are the planes which fly across the globe with passengers with questionable medical practices and cleanliness. One never knows what guest they are bringing home with them, used to be the motto of travelers. 

And then there are those cargo ships with containers of unknown items, destined for ports unknown. The quality of these places is supposed to be under inspection, but when ones local dumpsters begin to take on a third world quality due to the survival skills of those tossed outside in Western countries. 

Now we are having floods going down three floors of unknown origins. The clients had to be vacated and the carpets are being dried while the overflow of water is supposed to be a clogged drain.

 Meanwhile, living just across the hallway and having just missed the water slogged carpet, the visitors arrived last night. Scratches in the walls could be heard, along with those tiny slaps of the tails, indicating rodents were residing on the other side of the building and now have vacated their premises for dryer grounds. 

There was a shortage at the weekly food hand out in our building. Due to the Covd virus, many locations have made their own distributions and our building usually has an enough for those who need it, and I have less resources than most of the others due to my disability claim not being settled yet.

So, I went to an old neighborhood, to where the gleaners used to provide for their community. The Samoans have taken over the operation and they had plenty of fruits and vegetables, including a few canned items and just enough to get through this holiday weekend when I am short due to being quarantined last month and not having anyone respond to my request for help. 

There was the old town of Lemon Grove and one of the last train stations. The trains used to move across America at the will of the locals instead of the corporation of Amtrak which has not kept its promises as a monopoly approved by the Federal government. 

Anyways, my great-grandfather used to build small little routes for his own usage and his family of LDS and Scandinavians. He had a dozen different little ones which provided movement for religious persons, farmers, and markets or importers of goods. 

In other words, they ran from a port or a river and then towards the agricultural area where his friends and family reside and included small towns and churches. When he died, his dream died with him, and everything went commercial save the trolley system which goes to the Mexican border where many Mormons attempted to settle and there are churches in Tijuana and Juarez for the LDS.

But, the other side of the family were mixed in their religious views and the private schools were often Lutheran or Orthodox instead of Catholic. Here was an old neighborhood, where they was once heavy traffic and plenty of foot traffic.

The times have brought everything to a halt. The JC Penney has been replaced by a store associated with cheap and Mexican goods. The only grocery store is boarded but has an open door as patient customers attempt to get a few things, but most travel to the big places and get their good by the case instead. 

When this all blows over, the credit card industry is going to have a problem. I have been living on cash for awhile now and am grateful. I was planning on paying off my student loans with my disability settlement but have yet to get it, and might not owe anything at all. Soon, we will all know what we owe, when this next year is over, but the virus might linger. 

Our food giveaway was not known to the bus driver, who was friendly enough as there are almost no clients this far away from downtown. He picked me up afterwards, when I was simply given a number and asked no questions. I was one of the few with a bus pass, and a small cart, most had large hand carts for their cars. 

The giveaway took over an hour and processed fairly calmly considering how many shootings there have been throughout the nation and boat accidents leading one to wonder when it will be over if at all.

The place is different, I remember sheep for the children and a time when we were educated in how to care for ourselves, growing our own food, including animals. We all made an effort and lost a lot to those who arrived over the border demanding their drugs were meant for our kids and our food for their kids. 

It was both sad to experience this harvesting of the foods left over by others and the free giveaway by those I could even recognize as well as seeing the change of the faces in line. 

I also noticed our fir tree which had arrived from the old world as a present for true Lutherans with a Scandinavian spirit when this still meant something and not a show on television where even a black child wants to steal a stuffed dragon and pretend she is related to some actor on the show.

I got kicked down the stairs because I wanted the Africans to be treated fairly,  humanely and as adults and not as "gods children" or "just monkeys" with mouths to feed. The girl Violet, had already stolen my wallet and those who attempted to speak to me and then wanted to show off by taking something I had bought for a boy of a woman I once knew as my foster child.

It was her mother who died on my trip through east Asia, and now she is all grown up with children, having survived in Tijuana instead of California due to Jim and his wife Teresa insisting on owning everything including a child awarded to me by the social services. 

She kicked me in the face and yelled racial slurs and then her mother said I was her mother to the police so they could do nothing at all about the situation. It is the current culture of getting even through the Queens who are still not paying for what their men are paying with aggressive behavior. 

The Roach as we used to call her, because she always appeared when food or money arrived and disappeared with your food and wallet. She calls herself, RA-shell instead of Rachel which is a term meaning she was adopted through the Catholic church. 

Rachels house deals with pregnant teenagers who cant raise the child, giving up the child and offering the mother a chance at a life and the child a life instead of an abortion. They are not allowed to have access to their mothers records.

I once worked in the office and my name became associated with at least two hundred different children in the San Diego area alone. I was only given custody of my younger brother and one or two other relatives but instead non relatives have moved in demanding to control these people.

She also claimed to be Barracks daughter and said he drugged me when I was twelve. He would go to prison if it was true even as an elected President. I ended up in a Body bag, after having my face kicked in by the little bitch of the roach.

The man with the empty body bag, was seen looking for the former occupant as I was dragged to my bed by those inside who did not understand to treat their own kind as children instead of adults. 

Allowing her to get away with so much and then not have her leave me alone. I now have an eye that is going bad, after complaining of the pain on my left side and being made fun of by staff when i asked for an ice bag or frozen eye patch. 

The little girl will never understand robbing someone of their eyesight over a stuffed animal that was not hers nor given to the intended child as the mother yelled at me afterwards and ran away with her bronze colored children, knowing her life was over if she allowed her kids to accept the presents I had bought for them. 

Meanwhile, Bill Cosby who once everyone's hero, is now being denied parole over refusing sex treatment. What did those dirty girls with their stories want his penis removed or something? 

If they had not ventured where they had gone they would not have gotten in trouble, if their stories are to be believed. 

If Sonja or Ludmilla had not played games on everyone, she would not have gotten pregnant with an impendent husband nor would it have come out black colored instead of pure white as herself. 

I would like to send her unwanted daughter and grandchildren back to the point of origin which is not Berlin as herself, when really her mother is from Brooklyn NY, but Jonestown Guinea in South America. 

Jones began in Sonoma County where Sean or Jimmy operated as he falsely claimed to be born there instead of Brazil as his real mother said he was, but was also probably Berlin. He was known to Jones and knew about the Kool-Aid, I was actually told not to drink it or tang, when I don't like sweet drinks. 

I did make it there as his guest, and escaped, taking with me those I knew did not belong in that type of non Christian cult. The little roach was one of the children and now is ruining my life but seems to belong to this woman of at least half a dozen husbands. 

Most of their social services of Sonoma and San Diego seems to have bought into this man and his inability to perform his simple functions as a guru. 

While, there is missing money out there from this cult, probably in Brazil or even an African country known only to Jim and Ludmilla, their 12 year old marriage is a reason to make people wait until they are adults and in some cases over 40.

Anyways, Ludmilla as she is now known owes me at least one eye and her grandchildren are going to become shark bait if they don't know not to show up on the beach the same time as myself.

Someday, the world will right itself, but right now everything is turned upside down and sidewise at the same time.

And there standing at the Lutheran church, instead of the imported Fir is a metal replica. The modern trees ae metal, as replacements to the bug eating trees and other environmental unfriendly conditions especially in sunny California where the lemon groves once populated an entire community that made lemonade out of them. 

A tall towering sixty foot metal tree, with fist size screws at the bottom, and six foot limbs lifting upwards to the sky line or heaven as a representative of our modern world is not a bad example of a community incorporating its own belief system with the world at large. 

Creating their own Yggdrasil of steel, timber, and vegetables along with whole hearted forgiveness of the human spirit while allowing the crowd to alter its face over time, if not their behavior of conforming to the ideals of being human.