The Range of Thoughts
Years ago when I lived with my little son in a derelict building in London I was lucky to be friends with John Barry, the managing editor of The Sunday Times, pre-Murdoch.
I could not get a job because I was an alien. I used to love identifying with Martians and beings from Venus, but overall it was a tricky situation since, as I say, I had a little son.
It’s interesting to me that the one thing I was most interested in at the time, was Asset Stripping. As luck would have it, Charles Raw wrote a book on Slater Walker, the kings of Asset Stripping, and John Barry asked me if I’d like to type it and be paid, “under the table.”
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Happiness! I mean HAPPINESS!!! Not only was this something I was major interested in, it was a means to survive.
Okay, so the point of this is that as a result of this Miracle, I had an IBM Selectric typewriter to use at my desk in our flat in the derelict building. I could use it for my writing, as well as for my job typing.
All was wonderful until the e stopped working. I began wishing and wishing that someone would appear to fix it.
Yes, a knock was heard. Not immediately, of course, but within a few days.
Now, just to be clear, the door upon which the knock was made, was downstairs. I could sit at my desk and look out our window to the windows in the building across the street to see a reflection of anyone at the door. Assuming it wasn’t night time.
So, I could see a guy, a rather ordinary guy.
I went downstairs, answered the door, and when he said he’d been sent by a friend of mine, whom I in fact knew from my time working at the Mecklenburgh Square Library (before the Home Office caught up with me), I invited him up.
He said he’s been traveling. He was an engineer, of some sort. He said he’d been in Africa where it was very different to walk around because there were so few thoughts, in the same range as his, in the air.
He said that in London the streets felt full of thoughts. But in Africa it was quieter, in terms of the kind of thoughts he thought. This is what he said.
Did he mend my Selectric? No, but he diagnosed the problem, the e had broken off. Once I knew that, I took it to the Sunday Times fix-it department and they mended it.
Call on the Angel of Divine Love (our Collective Conscious):
I give foreclosures to the Angel of Divine Love.
I call on the Angel of Divine Love to come alive in the Wells Fargo organization.
The Angel of Divine Love now comes alive in every person connected to Wells Fargo.
Divine Love now Reigns Supreme.
And, will you share this page?
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It works really well to read a line, then close your eyes and say it.
The back story ~
Wells Fargo is once again trying to foreclose my home. This scares me because Wells Fargo began this foreclosure without serving me. I was lucky to find it when I went to Case Lookup for dates relating to the foreclosure of my condo, which was done without a hearing although I had answered.
Serving a party to a lawsuit is basic due process. It is a Constitutional right from the 5th Amendment to The United States Constitution. The 5th Amendment is a part of our Bill of Rights.
Understanding Due Process ~ Read more.
It is also basic due process to have a hearing if a defendant answers a complaint. If a court decides not to have a hearing the plaintiff rejoices that the defendant must accept the unjust loss that results.
Throughout the United States, Wells Fargo and Bank of America use fraud, dishonesty and the denial of the basic constitutional right to due process to make American families homeless and gain control of their property.
Sometime after I discovered the foreclosure, the HAMP – Home Affordable Modification Program – was introduced. I immediately applied. In time Wells Fargo qualified me and sent me an offer for a trial period. I accepted and sent in my payments on time and in full. This was supposed to ensure my loan modification becoming permanent. But, Wells Fargo went back on its word and began trying harder than ever to foreclose.
Loan Modification Problems ~ Read more.
Hamp Letters ~ Read more.
Wells Fargo’s fraud, deceit and dishonesty scare me. It’s distressing to have the bank I trusted be dishonest. Stress is bad for nerves and health, and I already have a lot more pain.
I will keep fighting the foreclosure of my home because I love my garden. I can’t go places because I can’t walk very well, so my garden is the love of my life. I love the bees, wasps, praying mantis, lizard, ants, flowers, and veggies. I have the veggies in my meals every day, especially during the summer.
I am sure that Wells Fargo would change and be good, rather than bad, if there were enough people holding that thought. So, I’m calling on the Angel of Divine Love to spread awareness and bring Divine Love to Wells Fargo.
Please call on the Angel of Divine Love to help all Americans who are up against the huge power of banks to get away with fraud and dishonesty. And, please will you share this page?
Image Credits ~ “Artwork by Daniel B. Holeman ” Awaken Visions