The year has begun and I'm done reviewing and speaking about what was. I did that for the past seven plus years when I saw the writing on the wall and just fought to keep alive.

Well, I'm alive and I'm no longer fighting. Instead, I'm waking each morning with the usual mountains of my past staring me down, but I'm doing so with a smile and a purpose. No matter what the rules of financial principalities dictate, I'm following my intentions. They have their expectations and rules but I have life; and I have a purpose. I'll meet each goal with a slow and deliberate plan, one that will take time, effort, and patience--something the principalities buckle to honor. Once I've met my obligations with them, I'm done with them forever.

My intention is that when I enter a relationship with others, if they cannot allow for the unexpected and offer patience without vengence, they will cease to be valueable to me.

If that means that I'll one day grow my own herbs and veggies, I'll do so with great vigor. They'll have to grow their interests without me.

In human relationships, I'll do right by them as best as I can and because they live, I'll allow them much more forgiveness than I've been offered by the principalities. People change their purpose and their intentions in order to evolve into more considerate beings. Principalities grow interest and dupe those who invest with false representations and a pat bait.

FICA scores mean nothing to me and offer nothing I don't already deserve. People offer a hand, love, inspiration, and a reason to keep living. You tell me. What is more valueable?

When Jesus said that we war not with flesh and blood, but with principalities, et cetra; what do you think he meant?

People are far more important.

In my job search over the past two years, I was willing to take a job even at a fast food chain, but for reasons I can only speculate upon without proof that I am correct or wrong, the only jobs I was welcomed in were in the insurance field. Why didn't I take one of those jobs?

1) I don't know the first thing about selling insurance.
2) Me getting paid was based on finding new people that wanted that particular company's insurance.
3) I don't have insurance.
4) I believe insurance is not a product or service. I believe insurance sells people based on known anxieties, getting the people to invest/gamble that they will suffer therefore they shall need the help of insurance. I beleive that insurance companies are one large reason prices of goods and services become inflated. Insurance companies know that the majority of their clients won't need their help and for them it is a matter of percentages.
5) There was a time I was worth more dead than alive.
6) My auto insurance rates were not solely based on my driving records but would increase whenever anyone anywhere in our country got into an accident. Percentages work in the insurance company's favor.
7) Health insurance still required that I get only certain kind of services and told me where I could go depending on whether they were an HMO or a PPO, each with their different rules. They killed townships across America because they teamed up with lawmakers in such a way that private practice could no longer afford to be there for townspeople when they actually needed a doctor's care. Under the growing umbrella of insurance, prices of medical care and medicine inflated over 1000% in the past three decades.
8) Insurance companies are teaming up with lawmakers to issue Americans mandates. It is already a mandate that we have auto insurance and if you take out a loan on a home, it too is a mandate that you must have home owner's insurance. Now, we have lawmakers willing to pass legislation that madates we must have health care insurance.
9) The more power handed over to Insurance companies, the less protection the buyers are afforded.
10) There are no financial rewards to those who use little of the protection insurance corps. offer and if you never use their so called protection, you threw your money out the door. In some cases, as in the new health care, you will even be penalized and ask yourself how this will happen. You see, they are positioning themselves to pad their statistics. We will have to go in for routine checkups and will have problems if we don't. Each time we go in for a checkup it will be noted and the statistics will make the case that insurance companies provide something useful. Meanwhile, medicines and services will climb even higher based on erroneaous interpretations of the supply-demand cycle.
11) If it were up to me, insurance corporations and lawsuits that were not legitimatically tied to neglect, would disappear. Prices would not be allowed to inflate based upon false interpretations of supply-demand cycles. People would be able to help one another once again, thus eliminating the role of insurance companies.

We got a jolt when jobs in the Auto industry fell away; but the country would be brought down if the jobs in the field of industry were nullified by the erracidcation of that field's usefulness. More people in America work in fields that don't produce solid goods or offer real services. Auto mechanics, doctors, hairdressers, glass-makers, massage therapists, cooks, caretakers; we all know this but we are forced to eat at this devil's table, and eat mainly the table scraps. What is more important, an insurance job or a teacher's job?
Thirty one workers in the insurance field for every teacher in America isn't the kind of America I dreamed I'd be living in. It's pretty sad when you look at it this way and to think, our teachers can teach to tests now rather than teach to individual human beings and for what? So their students can work in the field of insurance?

Outsourcing came upon us for so many reasons. Believe me when I say that the opportunties for employment in the field of industry had a lot to do with it. America has become the land of Insurance, not dreams.

We import our field workers and even our health care workers. Insurance is a cancer to our future. Artisans, craftsmen, and inventors have no incentative. The jobs that once were the heartbeat of America will are becoming hobbies, expensive hobbies.

When we industrialize, we give away our power to these entities. Once upon a time, industrialiation meant empowerment and pride of working for a wage. Not anymore. Now it means surrendering. Industries don't have ethics that preserve life. No. They have no problem with filling our environment with toxins that destroy the brain chemistry in humans and animals. They are unemotional, unfeeling, yet powerful forces that build promises upon their lies.

I saw this writing on the wall decades ago, but I jumped aboard and purchased products from these giants.

Now, I forgive myself and live with a renewed purpose. The less that I engage with those who fight against our good, the more successful I shall be in my own life, my own personal growth and my ability to inspire others to live outside the touch of these suckers.

I am able to sincerely smile once again. It feels real good. I know I'll pay my obligations and sooner than I first estimated. I know I shall be free from the hand of those who exist devoid of human emotions. I'll be free of those unfeeling principalities. That is my current goal and I'm excited about the possibilities.

Chelle Stockman

In the 80's we carried To-Do Portfolios with us everywhere we went, that and pagers in case people had to get a hold of us quickly. I knew I was in trouble when I couldn't keep up with the amount of paging that kept buzzing me.
Fast forward to the year 2009 and Yikes! How do I get off this roller coaster???
I own a business and a home. I used to run them semi-efficiently but now they are smothering me. My business papers can be located in my car under last week's coffee cups, in a bookcase at my styling station under the pretty boxes containing hair-rollers, in unorganized files in the salon's kitchen, in boxes on top of other boxes containing formal gowns (hey, they still look fabulous on me) located next to my pellet stove in the family room. I could go on and on but let me just say, I'm frustrated even at the thought of gathering all the paper work.

Then there are the shoestrings belonging to shoes of my youngest son's past and present. He is always asking me where his shoe strings are? Without looking up, I ask, "What color?" "White? I saw a white one under your laundry." "Where you ask? I just put it on the couch hoping you'll fold it all AND PUT IT AWAY--TODAY!!!" "Yeah, I saw a white shoestring lingering somewhere over there."

The kitchen looks great and the oven shines, thanks to the self cleaning feature. How long will that last? Well, when the men in my house pick up their snack plates and milk cups, I should be on my way to work.

I have boxes in my garage that I haven't unpacked since I moved into this house some 21 years ago.
I'm overwhelmed.
I saw a site that gives organizing tips only to learn that it's a site for housecleaning. http://www.mrscleannw.com/tips/organizing-paperwork.html
I began dreaming about hiring the people off this site as some gals dream of a big rock on their wedding finger with no strings attached.

I need a mom to teach me how to do all this stuff all over again. When my mom was alive, she was so organized. Guess some stuff doesn't run in our DNA.
Two weeks ago, I bought a book, Organizing for Idiots, but I can't find it. Last time I saw it, it was under my AVON books, making their way under the driver's seat of my car. I wonder if it's still there. Hmmm.

Well, its time to get ready for work. Think I'll get some coffee. Anyone see a coffee cup? Better go check my car.

Chelle Stockman

Today's Trends in the Global Wars to grab Natural Gas and the Shipping Politics. Scan these links on pages grabbed off of AOL's search query.

http://search.aol.com/aol/search?&query=Korea%27s+LNG+Ships&invocationType=tb50TB50CLab

http://search.aol.com/aol/search?&query=Hutchinson+Wampoa+LNG+ships&invocationType=tb50TB50CLab

A Poem I performed back in 2002 when we engaged in a battle against Shell, Bechtel, President Bush and the United States Government. I wrote the poem in 2001 after Nichols Research randomly selected me to be in an audience they hoped to sell LNG to. I asked them about terrorism on high seas, whose land we raped for the resources, etc. Their answer was that terrorism wasn't likely and Indonesia was the source we obtained Natural Gas from until we could pursue other sources such as those in the Caspian Sea.
The link to the poem:
http://www.cinader.com/biography/Books/environmentalterrorists/grand.html

The copy of my poem taken from Martha Cinader's site:

Evironmental Terrorists | A Grand Demise by Chelle Stockman
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A Grand Demise
by Chelle Stockman
©Chelle Stockman 2002

No more snakes in the wetland grass.

On their bellies they slither away.

Off to a new land to extract new gas

lining the pockets of new prey.

Who are these snakes we must ask?

Enron, Exxon, Chevron and many more,

with American Legislative Exchange Council at hand,

offering fresh words yearly for a mere 50 grand.

They wreak new havoc these ghostwriters of new bills.

We innocently vote and our collective vote kills.

Life saving patents buried forever in the Whitehouse

sand.

Its far easier to fight countries for oil and rape their

land.

Ask yourself why our emissions remain so high.

What good is the Kyoto Protocol when global industry

and our military won't even comply?

We fill our families with a sweet new birth and

consumption increases as does our waste

adding to the greenhouse effect of this earth .

In this lifetime we get ringside seats to witness

the eradication of the Rwandan Race.

Silt filled waterways-earth's Eden destroyed.

One more weapon of war sits waiting to be deployed.

Fingers of the New Elite point right to you and I.

"Environmental psychopaths," is their cry.

While our shouts of rebuttal fall on deaf ears,

"We ARE the environment, you profiteers!"

When another race or species disappear
under this hazy sky we all share,

our votes, our laws, our freedoms--must be questioned.
New and old diseases and all cures
lay at the mercy within another legislative snare.

A wasteland bequeathed to all who come after,
The fallout, the cleanup, grand misery of those sanctioned.

With the oceans rising and hopes all dashed,
Slowly we smother our whispered tears.

No one left to witness or accuse.

Perhaps now is the time for one final "Good-bye."

Good-bye.

By Chelle Stockman August 2001 published on this site in 2002

Politics seems to permeate everything we do these days and I've tried to keep politics out of my thinking but it isn't going so well. I woke this morning with a three-pane cartoon strip in my mind. I'm not a cartoonist so I can only write it out.
Panel # 1: The Constitution and Declaration of Independence, with the hair of a woman and hands reaching out with perfectly manicured finger nails.
Panel # 2: Bottom caption reads, "What Democrats Fear." The two ladies, The Declaration of Independence & The Constitution are battered, torn, bruised and broken.
Panel # 3: Bottom caption reads, "What Republicans Fear." The two ladies are strong and "Butch" like powerful Gay Women. The top caption reads, "Hear us Roar."

And my mind hasn't shut the politics out yet. I think I'll begin the laundry. What can possibly be political about laundry?

We fell backward and every principality followed, proving that even a concept such as time is governed by principalities of this World. You want longer days? Change the clock. Eventually, you'll have to change the clock back which then becomes a metaphor for Fall. "Spring foward, Fall backwards."
One of the decision's the principalities of the U.S.A. made was to change the Daylight Saving's Plan and they said it was to ensure the safety of children . It was about saving an already ailing economy. The face attached to this principality belonged to a Bush who clung to a type of magical idealism where he believed we could hold on to the forward driving motion of Spring and that it would somehow come to symbolize new growth of our economy and our global power. Math was never this Bush's strength and he was unable to visualize what physics teaches: "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." So by Fall, the economy began it's hasty descent in the shape of a spiral. The lower you fall in a spiral, the faster the decline.

So here we are on Day 1 of Springing forward and spirals don't respond to springs unless they are turned on to their side.

I take comfort from the morning Sun shining through my window because it is neither controlled by the time ascribed by principalities to the day, nor is it influenced by magic, emotion, wild imaginings, or worldly economies.