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I sing Happy Birthday to Jesus on December 25th. I get all pissy and cranky when someone tries to break into my prayer closet. It gets ugly - hockey fights soothe me. I find thunder and lightning comforting. The last man who punched me in the face stopped reproducing - FOREVER.

WERE GOING ON THE POWER PRAY HOCKEY PEOPLE - EVEN GOALIES CAN GO ON THE O!

You know Now

September 22, 2018

9/22/19

Hi there. It’s another ugly day in “paradise”. Here’s a tip for anyone who may or may not have stolen my identity:  you (pretending to be me) are poor. You have bad credit. You will be checked a birthmark (the Navy knows where to look). Your retina will be scanned. Good luck with all of that. Have a nice day.

I can watch a little hockey where I am and I’m grateful I can.

I don’t really get scared when the reaper comes. I’m not afraid of myself.

This will make sense to someone who reads this: I went eternal a while back.

No satan – YOU COME TO ME – move your shape-shifting stink-hole DID IT LOOK TO YOU AS THOUGH I WAS PLAYING A GAME? I MEAN THE POWER OF CHRIST DOES COMPELL YOU, DOESN’T IT

For those God lovers out there – you must face the fact that the “anti-christ” has to be born in order for the Revelation of Holy Lord Jesus Christ (Christ Jesus if you prefer) to be accomplished on Earth.

The TARES have the right to choose Jesus as their high priest.

Hey, good news – when freezes over, we’ll ALL be able to play hockey.

Little human children are not for sacrificing, eating, sex of any kind.

You get caught and brought to my attention human child wreckers – I go on terminal destroy mode and I DO NOT STOP.

I’m the meanest one of them ALL. I’m the MOTHER before the beginning and I’m the MOTHER after the end.

BE AFRAID. Never make me wait.

If God wants you in hell, then that’s what I’m bringing right to you – CLERGY, step down and reveal yourselves publicly if you did not resist and harmed any human being under the age of 15. You know what that means. I’ll go cold. I’ll stop bleeding and my veins will fill with ICE. I will feel nothing at all. I will become a ghost. I will haunt you. You will know FEAR.

“Angels” are messengers, warriors, protectors and REAPERS – know the truth. I thank you Lord Father God for making sure the “myth of Lilith” is not a myth or is a fake as almost all the “prophets” walking the Earth. I love you. I ran out of cheeks to turn. Ooops.

#LoversGonnaLove Peace. Mia @ganstahoflove – nightmares to follow…

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Somewhere There’s a “Land-O-Socks” Revisted

September 12, 2018

(9/8/18-The Day of First Post) 9/12/18 – The Day Revisitation (Bonus Material In Red)

YOU who reads and checks out my blog – thank you. (I very much mean that. If you are following my blog, I’ve dedicated the month of November to wandering through some your  blogs/work and mentioning it here with comments) As a reminder, I often use libraries for internet, so sometimes my posts slow-down. Since, oh let’s say, 2012, I’ve learned to check every ISP of those who e-mail me regarding my personal online journal. Yes, I no longer have a private blog (the contents of that one will be posted here eventually) so I have just one  this online journal known to many as a “blog”. My “blogging” days began in 1999, before the word “blog” existed. Since none who enjoy or appreciate this blog support my efforts here financially (no one has ever asked how to go about doing that – SECURELY),it happens as it happens. I learned to check all incoming ISPs because I received a couple of death threats. Oh what fun. What’s even more fun are “ghosts servers”. Anyway, I determined that one death threat was a rather unwise hockey fan who had no understanding of the fact that sending death threats from a work e-mail is (was) a very, very bad idea. He learned the hard way.

The other death threat was a credible threat. Most peoples’ highest state of vigilance is my regular-old, everyday level of vigilance. There will be consequences for that threat, BUT, the sender(s) have no idea when and how those severe consequences will happen. I’ve got looooooong patience. Back in 2011, I let Washington Capitals (Yes, that is a PROFESSIONAL Men’s ice hockey team) owner Ted Leonsis know (we e-mail chatted a couple times a season from 2003-2011)that I had received a death threat and he informed me that I became a part of some sort of club when that happened. I hope he cried like a wee whittle tiny baby when the Capitals FINALLY got past the Penguins and won the Stanley Cup. I was starting to think I wouldn’t live long enough to see that happen. I act like a goalie-cat-wall and chirp like a hockey bird.

On occasion,  I  reply to e-mailed comments and answer questions sent to me from people who read my blog. Here are the facts regarding my gender, age and relationship status:

I am a flaming heterosexual, Alpha, autodidact, total full-bore NERD FEMALE.

My name is Mia Lueth (Meeuh Looth) That family name is German and carries an umlaut. 

I do not have a Facebook page because of the higher level PRIVACY issues, that have recently made mainstream news. If you search around my blog, you will see that I’ve know about these issues for years. This is Mia Lueth’s Facebook page. 

I am a Pisces in my 46th year. 

I am a single woman and never married. The male sad-sack of a person who got me pregnant, then ran like a coward when he found I was pregnant, then came back a few years later only to kill himself, my children and someone’s grandma thought marriage was some sort of punishment. I’ve had a few longer-term relationships. As most can imagine, it took me quite some time to get over the death of my children. At some point I decided to go wading back into the “dating pool”. A Lot of people pee in that pool. Regardless, I agreed to marry a hockey playing man. Shortly before our wedding he died in a car accident. Okay, by that point I was thinking I must have pissed in the Holy Lord Father God’s breakfast cereal. I still don’t have a clear confirmation “yeah” or “nay” on that one yet. I do trust God without fear, but perhaps he’d like to stop trying to make so strong, because those several “what doesn’t kill me make me stronger” event in my life are racking up quite nicely. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME? Or what do you want Satan?

Do to certain experiences (the first word of this sentence was typed due, but the artificial not intelligent “spell check” on WordPress hasn’t graduated from grade school yet-I checked and this time I am 100% sure it was not user error. Often times it is. This time it is not.)   I am very reluctantly and particularly cautiously am ready to try a relationship again with a MAN (has his man-card laminated)(females you stand NO chance) who is an ALPHA, who is my age or OLDER and who is a very patient and private individual.  

I had a PTSD flare-up recently, so I’m still stabilizing from that at the moment. Another truth about me is this:  I am practiced at “house cleanings” (the spiritual kind AND the earthly kind), “house blessings”, making legitimate Holy water” and SURPRISE – exorcisms (not something I enthusiastically look to be doing-at all). I could care less what anyone believes, (I would know, I am me afterall-I’m the world’s foremost authority on Mia Lueth) that truth about me is simple: I HAVE BEEN IN BATTLE SINCE I BORN IN THE FLESH IN THIS WORLD. 

Any relationship I enter into with a man romantically is one I expect to lead to marriage. Any man interested in me should know these 20 things about me: (Plus 10 Bonus fun facts-inspired by an e-mail I received)

  1. I am an ice hockey lover. A 40-year student of the game)
  2. All of my family is deceased (mother, father, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, children and a few good friends) No support has changed me-that fact will not change.
  3. Apparently I’m some sort of weirdo, high IQ’d, freak-woman who can’t afford the luxury of fear (or much of anything else at the moment).
  4. There is no other woman like me. DO NOT COMPARE ME to any other Woman.
  5. I recently got a tattoo on my right forearm that reads “PROPERTY OF GOD” (When I can trade-work or afford another tattoo, I will have “Do Not Resuscitate” tattooed on my left forearm. It is UNTRUE that having a tattoo means you are going to hell.That is absolutely ridiculous.  
  6. I’m partial to protective good kissers who aren’t thoughtless, reckless men. and who cherish their PRIVATE life. 
  7. If I were to have a child at this point, a miracle from God will (would) be required.
  8. I like every kind of music. (Including “Music of the Spheres” – psst string theorists and everyone else – strings makes sounds)
  9. I’ve never met a potato I didn’t like. (Sadly, my mid-section indicates that and I had to remove potatoes from my diet – I’m sad about that)
  10. I eat fish, chicken and sometimes a properly prepared New York Strip (I also drink cow milk which some people equate to “Devil’s Sperm”)
  11. I love camping (any kind, anywhere)
  12. I’m a fan of outdoor sex. I suppose other places too – I’m adventurous. I type things right out loud. (Apparently I offended the Cray Family or some sort of family on youtube-they blocked me after one chat post (they didn’t think gay cats was funny or something-oh no, people who dumpster dive don’t like me-I ran out of give a crap_
  13. I’m 95% sure vampires exist – I’d like to talk with the original (I mean, the “energy vampires exist. As for Nosferatu, well if you do exist – let’s talk) 
  14. I have been heard on the radio, seen on TV and a while back my left elbow made a guest appearance in a popular film (side-note, I like people who say “filum”).
  15. I’m a fan of the TV show “Supernatural”. I am not ashamed of that statement. Hidden in plain sight – awesome! I love ’em all – Mark A. Sheppard is one of my faves. BRING BACK CROWLEY #BringBackCrowley
  16. I don’t mind men under 6 foot tall. I have dated someone who was 6 foot 5 and I always had access to items on high shelves. I’ve dated varying heights – I’m non-discriminatory that way.
  17. All martial arts are taught for the sole purpose of not having to use using them. I’m a lover not a fighter. #LoversGonnaLove
  18. I have had some seriously bad things happen to me.
  19. The only label that sticks to me is “Goaltender/Guardian/Protector”
  20. I’d save Lucifer if God would allow it.
  21. The only band I have ever “street-teamed” for is Guster. My “official” name is “Jalopy”. If you have never seen Guster play live, here’s you’re chance. See them live. It will all make sense. GO. GO NOW. Get tickets. Experience GUSTER. I still street-team for them after all these years. Death is probably the only reason I’d stop. My favorite album is “Goldfly”, but frankly I appreciate anything musical that comes out of the fellas. SEE GUSTER LIVE. SEE GUSTER LIVE.
  22. I was the starting keeper on a men’s competitive indoor soccer team. They accepted me right away. Why? I beat out two guys to get that spot and boy I boy did I do a good job of pissing off the other teams’ strikers (forwards, shooters). My crease. Anything less a shut-out was unacceptable to me.
  23. I saw “Star Wars:  The Empire Strikes Back” in a theater in France.
  24. Some of the sites I had previously linked on my blog, will be linked again. I have dedicated the month of October to updated and working on this blog. I’ve been waiting for technology to catch up to me.
  25. I can’t help get the feeling that a large-scale witch hunt happened and I got dragged into the middle of it. Sure, burn me at the stake. I mean you crucified your savior, why not. 
  26. I’ve been doing independent research for the last 6 years. This blog will be the first place it will be revealed.
  27. I confess that the only National Hockey League coach I’ve ever coveted by way of sexual thoughts is current Jets coach Paul Maurice. I think it’s the glasses, the fact he’s Canadian, the fact he talks hockey all the time, the fact he has beautiful sexy hockey-mind and after watching him on the bench, for some reason, I want him to discipline me. I’m naughty sometimes. I apologize to his wife. Other coaches have some sexy hockey brains too.
  28. I love you
  29. There are no words that can truly express how important it is to SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL GOALIE.
  30. I Miss my deceased family very much. I took a hard nose-dive when I had to clean out the family home. After a while I figured there’s not reason for me to keep living in this life, so I attempted suicide. That’s why I’m in “residential rehab” right now. Plus, I have to live with a chronic illness and after a severe PTSD relapse (because dummies think it’s fun to torment war vets and already traumatized people) I’m a danger to myself and a fall risk so I have to be watched and can’t operate a motor vehicle.

As of today, I will have access to the internet a few times a week. I invite you to get in touch with me. Introduce yourself. Talk about your blog. What’s up with you, who follows my blog.? Let’s get to know each other. Once a week, I will tweet (follow @GanstahOfLove) out my location. If you’re in my area, maybe we can talk face-to-face. That is still my preferred method of communication.

I’ve been working on a side-project:  A route-map to that fantastical Kingdom of “Lostsockia”. This scenic Kingdom filled with with filled (I’m a bit “Lysdexic”) “unifoots” who hop gleefully and know the that location of every dryer in the world (an maybe even other hot-spinny realms?is real – it HAS to be – I’m getting closer to proving it 😉

I currently reside in Philadelphia Flyers and Philadelphia Eagles territory, however I do not live in Pennsylvania. My apologies, I’ve been corrected – there are plenty of Orioles and Ravens fans around these parts as well. Also, I neglected to mention the Phillies If I walk a half-an-hour West (and by “West” I meant “East” of course). of my residence, I’ll be in a place called “Bear”.

All my blood counts (two different labs) came back NORMAL. Cancer, what cancer? I didn’t need no stinkin’ cancer. Who does? The cold, heartless profiteers who get rich on it maybeThose kind should  start looking for other work Ways to make a profit.

It has NEVER been Time Travel for some – it has ALWAYS been just plain-old Travel. I actually put “Theoretical Physics” as a hobby on my resume (CV). Speaking of which, if you want my resume – send me a TWEET (not e-mail or any other form of communication other than if you do it person and YOU SHALL COME TO ME TO DO THAT)

There is no such thing as an atheist Mason. There is such a thing as a female Mason. Not Eastern Star, but MASON.

I WAS BORN READY. (For whatever some uninformed person a while back told me I was not ready for. That sentence dangled a participle. Yep, Goalies can dangle too skaters.

Love until you die, then keep going.

Be well. Peace. Mia singingfromthecrease@gmail.com @ganstahoflove #LoversGonnaLove Or face-to-face in real life by reading this blog. Plenty of easy clues on here for you – it will help if you read the blog AND follow @GanstahOfLove

PS- Telepathy is already a reality

I have 4,631 e-mails to read.

Somewhere There’s A “Land-O-Socks”

September 8, 2018

9/8/18 

YOU who reads and checks out my blog – thank you. As a reminder, I often use libraries for internet, so sometimes my posts slow-down. Since, oh let’s say, 2012, I’ve learned to check every ISP of those who e-mail me regarding my personal online journal. Yes, this online journal know to many as a “blog”. My “blogging” days began in 1999, before the word “blog” existed. Since none who enjoy or appreciate this blog support my efforts here financially (no one has ever asked how to go about doing that – SECURELY),it happens as it happens. I learned to check all incoming ISPs because I received a couple of death threats. Oh what fun. What’s even more fun are “ghosts servers”. Anyway, I determined that one death threat was a rather unwise hockey fan who had no understanding of the fact that sending death threats from a work e-mail is a very, very bad idea. He learned the hard way.

The other death threat was a credible threat. Most peoples’ highest state of vigilance is my regular-old, everyday level of vigilance. There will be consequences for that threat, BUT, the sender(s) have no idea when and how those severe consequences will happen. I’ve got looooooong patience. Back in 2011, I let Washington Capitals (Yes, that is a PROFESSIONAL Men’s ice hockey team) owner Ted Leonsis know that I had received a death threat and he informed me that I became a part of some sort of club when that happened. I hope he cried like a wee whittle tiny baby when the Capitals FINALLY got past the Penguins and won the Stanley Cup. I was starting to think I wouldn’t live long enough to see that happen.

On occasion,  I  reply to e-mailed comments and answer questions sent to me from people who read my blog. Here are the facts regarding my gender, age and relationship status:

I am a flaming heterosexual, Alpha, autodidact, total full-bore NERD FEMALE.

My name is Mia Lueth (Meeuh Looth) That family name is German and carries an umlaut. 

I do not have a Facebook page because of the higher level PRIVACY issues, that have recently made mainstream news. If you search around my blog, you will see that I’ve know about these issues for years. This is Mia Lueth’s Facebook page. 

I am a Pisces in my 46th year. 

I am a single woman and never married. The male sad-sack of a person who got me pregnant, then ran like a coward when he found I was pregnant, then came back a few years later only to kill himself, my children and someone’s grandma thought marriage was some sort of punishment. I’ve had a few longer-term relationships. As most can imagine, it took me quite some time to get over the death of my children. At some point I decided to go wading back into the “dating pool”. A Lot of people pee in that pool. Regardless, I agreed to marry a hockey playing man. Shortly before our wedding he died in a car accident. Okay, by that point I was thinking I must have pissed in the Holy Lord Father God’s breakfast cereal. I still don’t have a clear confirmation “yeah” or “nay” on that one yet. I do trust God without fear, but perhaps he’d like to stop trying to make so strong, because those several “what doesn’t kill me make me stronger” event in my life are racking up quite nicely. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME?

Do to certain experiences, I very reluctantly and particularly cautiously am ready to try a relationship again with a MAN (has his man-card laminated) who is an ALPHA, who is my age or OLDER and who is a very patient individual.  

I had a PTSD flare-up recently, so I’m still stabilizing from that at the moment. Another truth about me is this:  I am practiced at “house cleanings” (the spiritual kind AND the earthly kind), “house blessings”, making legitimate Holy water” and SURPRISE – exorcisms (not something I enthusiastically look to be doing-at all). I could care less what anyone believes, that truth about me is simple: I HAVE BEEN IN BATTLE SINCE I BORN IN THE FLESH IN THIS WORLD. 

Any relationship I enter into with a man romantically is one I expect to lead to marriage. Any man interested in me should know these 20 things about me:

  1. I am an ice hockey lover.
  2. All of my family is deceased (mother, father, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, children and a few good friends)
  3. Apparently I’m some sort of weirdo, high IQ’d, freak-woman who can’t afford the luxury of fear.
  4. There is no other woman like me. 
  5. I recently got a tattoo on my right forearm that reads “PROPERTY OF GOD”
  6. I’m partial to protective good kissers who aren’t thoughtless, reckless men. 
  7. If I were to have a child at this point, a miracle from God will be required.
  8. I like every kind of music.
  9. I’ve never met a potato I didn’t like.
  10. I eat fish, chicken and sometimes a properly prepared New York Strip (I also drink cow milk which some people equate to “Devil’s Sperm”)
  11. I love camping (any kind, anywhere)
  12. I’m a fan of outdoor sex. I suppose other places too – I’m adventurous. I type things right out loud.
  13. I’m 95% sure vampires exist – I’d like to talk with the original 
  14. I have been heard on the radio, seen on TV and a while back my left elbow made a guest appearance in a popular film (side-note, I like people who say “filum”.
  15. I’m a fan of the TV show “Supernatural”. I am not ashamed of that statement. Hidden in plain sight – awesome! I love ’em all – Mark A. Sheppard is one of my faves.
  16. I don’t mind men under 6 foot tall. I have dated someone who was 6 foot 5 and I always had access to items on high shelves.
  17. All martial arts are taught for the sole purpose of not using them. I’m a lover not a fighter.
  18. I have had some seriously bad things happen to me.
  19. The only label that sticks to me is “Goaltender/Guardian/Protector”
  20. I’d save Lucifer if God would allow it.

As of today, I will have access to the internet a few times a week. I invite you to get in touch with me. Introduce yourself. Talk about your blog. What’s up with you, who follows my blog. Let’s get to know each other. Once a week, I will tweet out my location. If you’re in my area, maybe we can talk face-to-face. That is still my preferred method communication.

I’ve been working on a side-project:  A route-map to that fantastical Kingdom of “Lostsockia. This scenic Kingdom with filled unifoots who hop gleefully and know that location of every dryer in the world (an maybe even other hot-spinny realms?)

I currently reside in Philadelphia Flyers and Philadelphia Eagles territory, however I do not live in Pennsylvania, If I walk a half-an-hour West of my residence, I’ll be in a place called “Bear”.

All my blood counts (two different labs) came back NORMAL. Cancer, what cancer? I din’t need no stinkin’ cancer. Who does? The cold, heartless profiteers who get rich on it. Start looking for other work.

It has NEVER been Time Travel – it has ALWAYS been just plain-old Travel.

There is no such thing as an atheist Mason. There is such a thing as a female Mason. Not Eastern Star, but MASON.

I WAS BORN READY.

Love until you die, then keep going.

Be well. Peace. Mia singingfromthecrease@gmail.com @ganstahoflove #LoversGonnaLove

PS- Telepathy is already a reality

So Women Are The Root of All Evil Eh?

June 26, 2018

6/26/18

Aloha! Yes, I have discovered that my only requirement is to announce this in a public place. The internet is a public place.

Here goes – whether or not anyone believes in certain things or not is entirely relevant to the supernatural activity that is about to take place.

I pre-repented.

There is this one women in the United States of America who is abundantly aware of the fact that there are other countries in which women are treated very poorly. By that I mean that cattle are worth more than they and street dogs get better treatment than they. That woman is me.

Here’s how I feel about the above-mentioned statement:  Yes Archangel Michael – you do have permission to kill me once. Forgive my love, who has been called GOD, but it is just that important to me.

You can all forget about me for a while.

It’s okay to do that.

I can assure that the Prince of Darkness exists.

What all of you didn’t reckon on was the PRINCESS OF DARKNESS.

Sooner, rather than later, a metamorphosis of a sort will happen. You can take that statement as TRUTH.

I certainly do plan to get killed.

Now, as for all you wee little tiny sissy pusses – which is well, almost every name ever spoken out of any human’s mouth and a few craptastic angels – STEP THE F$#% ASIDE – shall I PROJECT into you the memory of all the things I am capable of? NIGHTMARES HAPPEN.

Women shall have their fair shake.

You want to know why I KNOW that statement is TRUTH – because I AM THE PRINCESS OF DARKNESS and some twat decided to wake me up.

LET’S GO TO THE DEATH DUMB SHITS.

I LOVE THE DIRTY WORK.

(This shall not reflect badly on all the holy 144,000 or damage the work of the Lord Jesus Christ who has never, NOT ONCE, practiced witch craft. I would know and I attest in all truth this is the TRUTH)

Sorry Lord Father God – Satan pissed off the WRONG PRINCESS.

Hugs and kisses from Mia- WAR IT IS SHITFACE

 

The Washington Capitals Achieved Silver and I Feel Like A COW

June 11, 2018

6/11/18

How are you fine reader of words? I pray you are well. As usual, thank you so much for taking the time to peruse my blog.

I suppose CAPS Nation is still currently experiencing the sensation of being the team that climbed Mount Stanley and finally, after more than 40 years, have succeeded in planting the flag at its summit. I cried a bit. Ice hockey destiny accomplished. Some might call this a miracle.

I am filled with joy for the Washington Capitals collective. Trust me when I admit I had figured I’d be deceased before that happened. I knew it would, because I could see in Goaltender Braden Holtby’s eyes when he was backstopping the AHL’s (American Hockey League) Hershey Bears (Capitals affiliate “farm” team). 

I am not healthy enough to do much these days. If I was I probably would have found a way to be there in person to watch the Capitals hoist the 35 lbs. beauty of a shiny object known to National Hockey League (NHL) fans, lovers and lifers as Lord Stanley’s Cup. It VERY shiny. There’s a guy who gets money to keep it all polished up and remove the lip prints and finger prints of the previous season’s winner. Grown men kiss Lord Stanley’s Cup a lot. I cry when they do. Yup, I’ve gotten soft in my old age.

Speaking of “old”, I did attempt suicide. The previous blog post was the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I also have a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and of course, all of this can be confirmed in writing. Why suicide?

First off, I am in the interesting position of being alive long after anyone had predicted. Second, I am a dork, nerd, geek and I did my homework. I researched properly what combination of (OTC) over-the-counter (as in – easy to get) medications would shut-down my respiratory system. I am 100% sure I took a lethal dose. I took enough to put an adult elephant to sleep. I’ve gotten fat, but not that fat. Some might call the fact I’m still alive a miracle. I cannot agree.

By-the-way, I’m fat, not pregnant.

I will also allow the label “Autistic Savant” to be placed on me. I realize the vast majority of the people who ever talked to me at any point in time probably wouldn’t even know I had been diagnosed “savant” when I was a small child. That is however, the reason I was reading at a college level by 2nd grade, the reason I can see patterns the way I do and the reason I have a genius level IQ. The fact that I am what docs these days would call Autistic Savant is also very relevant, as in highly pertinent to the fact I have a diagnosis of PTSD as well. There’s a reason I got picked on in school. There’s a reason I’m the “weird” “eccentric””oddball” adult I am today.

  1. NOT ALL savants are like “Rain Man” – THANK YOU so much for making a note of that.
  2. Most people with autism do in fact tend to go to WATER. I am no exception.
  3. All people with autism have well above average spatial reasoning skills. Many may not have the ability to express that in a way you “Normies” can understand.
  4. My children (resting in peace) were born “normal”.
  5. All autistic people have at least one repetitive behavior that they do not ever “grow out of” or that can be “behaviorally modified”. Often times it is skin-picking and rocking back and forth.
  6. Many autistic people do not like to have their heads touched or where things on their heads. It is disconcerting and uncomfortable and feels like HARM.

I went to regular schools and would be considered a “mild” savant for those who like learned jargon.

I am perfectly capable affection.

I do fit the “eccentric” genius mold. I cannot be less “Autistic” and it would be best if the psychologists and behavioral specialists simply take the word of someone who actually is autistic and can express myself well enough to tell you some of your attempts to normalize a portion of of the “spectrum” is causing them harm. They cannot express that, so I am doing it for them. They have been communicating, however, it is often not with words. Sometimes it is with eyes and body movements. Sometimes it is with words that to you “Normies” don’t make sense. Please take a step back from your attempts to make those who are non-verbal speak words and express in that manner. Please learn how to understand their boy language. You have been harming “savants” in particular for years. Stop stumbling around that dark now. Thank you very much, love the weirdos you all insist on calling abnormal and deficient.

I understand why I was searching for a “Blue House” a while back. That makes sense now. It will make sense to someone who reads this as well.

The 1,2,3,4… and so on, numerical system is slightly imperfect, so PI 3.14… does eventually repeat and after that does eventually go to absolute zero.

The United States of America would not consider me an “alien”.

The “State” considers me homeless. Why am I homeless? My earthly family have all perished (little support), I am AUTISTC, I have PTSD and a couple of other untreated medical problems and very little money. That would be why I am considered homeless.

My original home is known to most humans as heaven. I miss home.

I feel exactly like a COW (Casualty of War) and I am in two different kinds of almost unbearable pain. I am in no mood to get addicted to pain medication, so I have not sought it out. Moo.

I am now a non-smoker. I consider that a miracle.

I was interested in a “Death with Dignity” and considering the legal, moral and ethical views of “Assisted Suicide”, I decided it best to take care of that myself and not put anyone who’d be willing to help me out there in any sort of legal hot water of any kind. So, as is now a bit more clear for regular readers of my blog, I did not expect to be alive into the year 2018.

I will be honest and make the public statement on my own blog that those of you have been attempting to make “Order Out Of Chaos” should really try a different perspective and just accept the truth that there is no chaos. An order was established before you existed and it will continue,unchanged and unimpeded for eternity.

Those who would like to understand God a little better and insist on using Time “T” as a CONSTANT in your fancy mathematical formulas should simply remove “T” and eternity will be a bit more clear to you.

I will only have conversation and accept the company of those with a spiritual mind. I will always be a heterosexual. I am only interested in marriage. I do not believe in divorce. As for the stereotype that “Nerds” have trouble getting “laid”, well I can’t speak for the fellas but I can say that I haven’t had any issues in that area. At all. As I said, I have sinned, more than once. I do apologize to our Lord Father God. I suppose upon reflection I have, here and there, throughout my earthly life been a wee little bit of a handful. I sometimes do want to “cut the ear off” the proverbial Roman (break a bone or Chicklet). That is not our way, but I have been tempted. Particularly this one drunk Capitals fan wearing a “Kono” jersey (Yeah Grapes – I call it a JERSEY) when I was at a Bolts vs. Caps game on Friday the 13th in 2012. I didn’t though.

I am not a witch and any false accusation of that kind will go unheard by God, because He is my witness and he will testify to the truth of me.

If I were a witch, I would be a white witch. If I were a Wiccan (there is a distinction there) I would NOT join a coven. I’d be a solitary. I’d also be the most powerful Wiccan in this world.

I do not at all appreciate friendly fire and I am expecting and so shall receive reparations of at least different types. You caused me provable damages.

Supernatural beings called “Angels” do exist. That is a truth.

My life is not a game.Nerdy Wilcock really should take a closer look at the LARGE WOODEN BOAT IN TURKEY BEFORE HE CONTINUES FURTHER OPENING HIS CAKE HOLE.

Love is love. God is good. #LoversGonnaLove

I think patient, single, heterosexual mature, brainy MEN over the age of 35 are attractive. Especially if they can talk intelligently and CALMLY about Guitars, human behavior and/or ice hockey It’s a “hat-trick” “trifecta” if they can talk about all three. Yummy.

I know, they think I’m crazy. I can’t wait to see the expressions on their faces when they get my blood test results done.

I walk around with broken bones sometimes. That is a habit I will be dropping now.

I think I need a medic.

Peace – Mia (sometimes I have internet and can check my e-mail + Twitter @ganstahoflove  singingfromthecrease@gmail.com)

#ALLCAPS

doesn’t mean I love the Bolts any less – the truth will out. Fake light bothers me and so does fake Jesus. I fall short of the Glory of God, because I simply have no idea how to “love” icky Satan, I think my presence is a problem for him to be honest Dad. 😉 Oh well, I never told anyone I was perfect. I spell things incorrectly sometimes.

So Yeah, I Attempted Suicide

April 18, 2018

4/18/18

I know – I’m “weird” (or “veerd” if your from certain parts of Europe) 🙂 I am currently sitting in a “crisis center” in Maryland. I spent the last two weeks in the hospital. I have asked those who care about me and friends to follow this blog so no one can say I don’t keep anyone in the “loop” as it were.

You read that title correctly. In August of 2017, I took a hand full of sleeping pills hoping they would shut-down my respiratory system. Not only did that not happen, but they didn’t really even help me sleep either.

On April 3rd, since people don’t seem to help each other on this planet, despite numerous attempts by me to ask for help. I mean it’s right here on the World Wide Web on my blog. I also asked for help on my Twitter account. I sent people e-mails. Yet – here I sit, evicted, car in impound, no money, no phone, diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and now have to start my life all over again.

The good news:  I haven’t smoked a cigarette in 15 days. The bad news – all of my belongings got put out on the street. If anyone reads this and claimed to be my  “friend”, you haven’t done well on that at all, in the slightest.

My family is already dead – no one has given me any reason at all to stay. The United States Government couldn’t see there way clear to hire a genius who always tests over 120. I’ve been doing pro bono counseling. The battle just getting up in the morning is something many of you wouldn’t understand.

I get it – no one cares. Of course, if someone does – I now need clothes and, well, everything else. Money helps as well. Poor people can’t afford to be hip and tech is not a priority when you need food water and shelter.

Who the #@$& opened my third eye!!!!!!! I will hunt you.

 

Church folks – brothers and sisters are meant to help one another and forgive one another. I have not seen a lot of that recently. That makes me sad.

I found out one of my doctors was recently arrested for selling drugs. Life is good – NO NOT REALLY 😦

Peace and love – Mia Lueth (I have no address or phone right now) @ganstahoflove singingfromthecrease@gmail com.

 

An Open Letter to All “Brothers and Sisters” In Christ and Other Friends: An Urgent Message From Pastor Mia

March 31, 2018

I NEED HELP – PLEASE

Those of you have read on my blog may already know a few things about me. Those of you who have not, you might want to check out the get to know me page and the updates page.

I’m aware I haven’t updated certain things in a while. Do I feel bad about that, no. I’m a single female with no living family on Earth. This is a hardship for a multitude of reasons. God knows why and that’s just the beginning. I’m a person with college degrees. I have no criminal record. I’ve had to watch people I love die. I’ve had to declare bankruptcy because of a felon, drunk with a mental disorder who was abusive and because health care in America is expensive. Not everyone can afford health care. Even with health care, many things aren’t covered. I work while getting cancer treatments. I took care of my parents when they were both ill, at the same time. I’m not looking for pity, I’m simply stating facts.

I was laid off in 2010 and began a lengthy conversation with the One and only Lord Father God. I set goals. I am a savant with a tested genius-level IQ. I started working when I was 13. I’m now 46. In 2010, I successfully had brain tumor removed and then discovered that my white blood cell counts were very low. This can only mean one of two things. I needed follow-up care, but could not get that care because I couldn’t afford follow-up care. I have condition called narcolepsy. It took 12 years to finally get an accurate diagnosis and another two to get the proper medication so I could feel like a human being. I can no longer afford that medication, so I stopped driving my car for YOUR safety other people who drive. I consider others.

I am probably riddled with cancer for all I know. I can’t get proper restorative sleep anymore. Daily life for me is a challenge. I miss my family. I don’t care if upset I any of you. Perhaps some of you should consider that you have also upset me. I do not hold this against you. I have asked for help on this blog several times. I asked Harford County for help in 2007. I asked the federal gov’t for help in 2008. I asked friends for help. Asking for help IS doing something about it. I’ve gone to doctors. Twice I was misdiagnosed and put on medication that caused me harm.

I’ve been a hockey fan my whole life and have even been called a “Super Fan”. I love God. I pray for people constantly, daily and nightly. I’ve worked to get some hockey attention here in Harford County. Some of this I have done publicly, some of this I have done publicly. I’m an auto-didact (self-taught learner) in several subjects. I care. I have compassion. I put LOVE above all else. God is Love. God matters to me. I understand if some of you do not care because of that and do not wish to talk to me because if it either.

I have taken the last 5-years of my life, used ALL of my savings to study the WORD of GOD at home using television, the internet and books I purchased. I have participated in live Jesus-centered chats. I have warned many against the dangers of drug-use, participating in witchcraft. I officially became an ordained Minister in 2014. I have searched far and wide for funding to start a local ministry, that reaches others internationally via the internet. I have searched out grants. I have looked for ways to put food in the mouths of hungry people right here in my home country for more than a year. I am tired. I have congenital heart defect. Any medication known for people with blood cancer is not suitable for me. I have a reduced capacity for physical activity. I was adopted, so I have no idea about “genetic” information. I had a concern in 2007 that certain symptoms I had could be Parkinson’s disease. I did hours, upon hours of research. I’m a nerd. I am starting display first symptoms of Parkinson’s. I can’t pay for rides to doctor’s. Because of the now UNTREATED Narcolepsy, it is unwise I walk more than ½ mile unaccompanied. I have not asked people for money for my music, which I have shared for free. I have not asked anyone for money for Ministry.

I pray that all human people get saved by the TRUE and REAL Light of the World, Jesus (English name). I forgave Adam and Eve. I am not bitter. Now, I am being evicted because I used all the money I had praying my last bit of strength out for all to come to salvation and to love the Lord Father God with all my Heart, Mind and Soul. I have been praying for resources for ALL homeless in America. I am not a witch. I am not a robot. I am not a toy. I am not playing games. If you take a look at that large wooden boat uncovered in Turkey, you will start to realize that He actually DID flood this world. I am baptized in the Holy Spirit. I fought the good fight. I am not a tool for the devil.

Treat others you as would have yourself treated. This s wisdom from up on high and it IS BIBLICAL. Those of you who have ignored me, refused to help me, refused to comfort me as I have gone along, shall now be repaid in kind. I have plenty enough character, thank you. I have brought the world and the heavens to the feet of my LOVE who is above all others. You shall reap what you have sown. This is not good news for so many of you it has grieved me in ways only God could understand.

Perhaps, YOU would like to take this opportunity to make sure I am not evicted and all my personal belongings do not get thrown out and RESPOND in actual real way to my ENORMOUS CRY FOR HELP. Of course I went to God First. Put aside your pleasure, your toys, your play time, your fun for a few days. Get in a car, walk, run, fly to 1622 E Rebecca Court, Forest Hill, MD 21050 and help me please. Symptoms of Narcolepsy include depression, suicidal thoughts and other very unsettling things. This could also be Spiritual Warfare. I have done a lot of from all angles on Narcolepsy and given more than I can say to that cause. It is WRONG OF YOU to expect that I can walk everywhere on my own, my sleep doctor probably wants to say bad words to you if you do. We are meant to be kind, gentle, compassionate, patient and understanding of each other. Many of you do not check yourselves with scripture.

I need YOU to share with a wounded sister. I am not tough. I am spirit-lead as Paul was and do for OTHERS Good. Perhaps, you would like to do good for another such as myself. I cannot minister by appointment to those in spiritual need on Google chat or anywhere else for that matter without a place to live and an address. I expect BROTHERS and SISTERS in CHRIST who claim to have given their lives to our pure, perfect savior to simply come to my aid, right where I am RIGHT NOW. Any of you who have savings accounts, you have more that I do. Those of you with your health, you have more than I have. I can work from home. Technically speaking, many of you owe me tithe. At the very least a love gift or two or three or more will go along way. It is not easy being a Minister. I am not lazy. I am exhausted. Pass this around to any and all people you know. If we all agree with Jesus, we are all in agreement with each other. (Just a thought for those who have give their lives to the Lord) Share, give, help. I cannot share in your shame. Let go of your past hurts. FORGIVE. Be friends, be my heroes. God smiles upon those who help others. This is your last chance. After April 3 at 1 PM – you will have lost HIM. I cry for you. The wicked are perishing from this Earth. I have been called an Angel. I have been called the anti-christ. Some love me, some like me, some are indifferent and some don’t like me. I needed time to finally mourn the loss of my family, particularly my fiance. I am what I am – A child of GOD.

Your choice. Decide wisely how you want to spend the last days. Many of you should immediately sell all of your belongings and give that money to the poor. The signs are everywhere. Take GOD seriously. Sick people don’t really care much what other people think.

I have worked with the Maryland State Government, the Drug Enforcement Agency, The Department of Homeland Security. I have the right to choose The Lord Father God as my attorney and advisor in all matters and so I have. I have sent this to numerous people from all walks if life and I do expect a good response. I do not expect my apartment to be a charity place to live and I have been working to get ministry so that I am not in arrears.  I am good with God and I am permitted to tell anyone that in the United States of America.

Perhaps the Harford County Gov’t can find up to three who need a place to live with an address and who can pitch in on rent to give housing to others and keep me in my apartment. I have a zero tolerance policy on any kind of street drugs and they will be living in a Jesus-centered environment.

My goal in life: Leave this world a better place. Amen, So be it. God’s will be done. My online ministry focuses on people with PTSD due to war, trauma caused to firefighters, EMS and law enforcement, domestic violence and satanic abuse. One of my degrees is in psychology and I’m putting it to good use. This has all been done on a volunteer basis. Let’s do every day right. Matthew 6:34. Remember what Peter said about staying sober-minded. Remember what James said about wisdom. Remember what John said about Love. Live it.

To the Buddhists, I say consider mediating on Revelation 22 and peace be with you.

To the Atheists I say, you should check out the bible, it’s a really good read.

Nerds – Jesus is the ONLY Jedi Master you need. Shields up Captain God.

Fellow Clergy: the 30 and under crowd are glued to technology. Hit ‘em where their eyes and ears are. Subliminal scripture is not against the rules. Up with Jesus, down with evil. GO YOU!

Help a sister out here would you? The only things on my bucket list are: go camping and live in peace. Where does a person go to die these days? I’m in a tough spot at the moment. I will attempt to walk the hour to the bus to get to the Harford County Gov’t office on Monday. I have the application to apply, yet again, for help at social services and will drop that off when the office is open. My ability to work outside of my home is seriously reduced without my maintenance medication. I can work from home full-time with an income.

If the Gov’t does not have resources, I would think the Church would have some compassion for a single female Pastor.

I wish all of you well no matter what you believe. I have only love in my heart for you. Please make some phone calls for me.

Love and Peace, as always, Pastor Mia, God Bless us all. YES YOU CAN HELP ME. #LoversGonnaLove @GanstahofLove singingfromthecrease@gmail.com

PS – I’m too poor for TV, internet and phone currently, so – Overnight delivery and in person are your only options. Take the time. I am laid-up for the most part, so come at any hour. I’ll be waiting. If you’re also laid-up in injury or sick-bed, stay where you are or don’t, I like company – sincere prayers to you and I thank you for your prayers. By his stripes we are healed. I don’t do hospitals any more. I’m tired of doctors hurting me.

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