How She Thinks

Forgiveness, Anger, Changing

Dear Son,

It’s admirable that you think your current issues are not due to your childhood/me/your Dad, however truth be told, they are. You didn’t just catch these issues, like you catch a ball. The issues of the last 26 years between us, stems from issues from your childhood/teenage-hood.

We are like oil and water. I wanted to be a PTA mom and having a child that was hyperactive made that impossible. That child acted out because his mother didn’t take care of her issues and his father didn’t take care of his issues.
It’s all in the DNA of spiritual and physical issues and are passed down. If each person doesn’t take care of their issues.

I have had issues where I have forgiven the person and not myself. But here’s the deal. Yeah, I know your faith has not kicked back in yet, but, if you can forgive others and not yourself, you are saying you are above everyone. Opposite side, if others forgive you, who are you to set yourself higher than everyone else? There is nothing more special in you than there is in anyone else you know.

I have recently been dealing with that. Just like I extend forgiveness to others, I need to do it for myself. As do you. I forgive myself. I’m human. I am not better than others. I am not any better in any way, than anyone else. We are all human. Which flows into the policing of others’ behavior.

example. email interaction with a ‘senior sales mgr’ in a company that sends out samples. He has been very rude in his emails. Saying he won’t send a sample to a residential address. I gave him all the proof he would need to know I have a home based business. He wrote back saying, ‘oh well, too bad’. It was all I could do not to write back.

I called the company, told a short sample of what’s going on, was sent to the sample person who is also the chemist. Upon hearing this person’s name, both gals groaned slightly. The sample was sent. During these interactions, I was very nice, not yelling, just calm and nice.

Years ago someone I am acquainted with said she figured I was so rude and angry because something must have happened in my life. Most of the time, we all, as people, don’t give a rude, angry person a second chance. We figure they are this way and they’ll always be this way. Which means we have set ourselves above another. We think we know all there is to know about someone, even years later.

We also may think we learned enough about them back then, to realize we have nothing in common. Sometimes that’s true, even when the person has changed. But even our core values change over time.

But lots of times, we don’t really forgive.

We say we do, but if we do, we also need to turn loose of the anger and the hurt. Which we usually don’t. Forgiveness isn’t just words, it’s also actions and conscious decisions to ‘let go’, ‘give away’ things that have hurt. Words and actions and feelings.

So, in the bathroom, I remembered this person had said that about me and realized this man must be a very angry person, so instead of getting MY feelings hurt because he was disrespectful to me, someone he doesn’t know, someone he should have been nice too, I prayed for him. Without anger. Which was easier to do because someone had extended that understanding to me at one time.

Customer service means we are nice to people we don’t know. It means we offer them respect and deference. We do this because we don’t know them.

So if we honor and respect and are nice too those we don’t know, isn’t it more important to be nice to ourselves? To respect and honor our feelings and what we think? How we feel? How in the world can we really love someone else, when we disrespect ourself?

I think the way of showing oneself as having ‘arrived’ at being mature, adult and honorable is showing love and respect to ourselves, thereby we are able to give it to others.

The ultimate gift we can give, is being unoffendable. If we can be unoffendable, there is no need to police someone else’s behavior because they didn’t measure up to what ‘we’ consider even nominal ‘acceptable’ behavior.

If we can be unoffendable, then we live and let live. We don’t hold someone’s feet to the fire as-it-were in order to ‘get back’ at them. We do need to stand up for ourselves and what we need, but we need to do it in love, not in anger. Not in policing someone else’s behavior. We can only change ourselves. We can be examples to others. Unless they ask for our opinion or advice.

It’s a tall order my son and it can be done. But first, forgive yourself, because you are like the rest of us, human. Let go of the hurt, the anger. Decide that whatever you write on a piece of paper and set a match too, you will release and not take back. No matter how many times anger or frustration starts to well up inside you, don’t take it back. It no longer belongs to you. We don’t steal, we don’t take what doesn’t belong to us.

It takes work and perseverance and it’s doable.

You are loved. You are forgiven. Now that you are married, hopefully you will ask for forgiveness many, many times and you will get forgiveness. I hope you will also give forgiveness many times. 

I love you. I have forgiven you. ‘They’ say the past can’t be changed. I disagree. When we forgive someone, that changes our past. When our thoughts are healed, when our emotions are healed – and some of it can be done without being a follower of Jesus – then what affected us in the past is changed. When we forgive ourselves, not only is our past changed, our future is too.  


Blamers, Fault Finders, Flower Essence Help

5-16-17 There are basically two types of people in this world. Three maybe, but I’m sticking with two. Those that blame and those that don’t blame. 

It’s YOUR fault

There are people in this world that are perfectionists. For the most part, from what I have seen and experienced, perfectionists are not blamers. I’m not a blamer, never have been. If anyone said, ‘Janine blamed me’ you’d know they were lying, because I don’t blame.

There are also people that do blame. I would say most of the people in the world blame. Or maybe they’re more vocal about it. Blamers don’t see the things they do or say. They don’t hear themselves.  I think there are different levels of blamers. There ARE some that take responsibility, some don’t. They pay their bills and all, but when it comes to taking responsibility for a personal thing, they tend to blame others. 


So when a non-blamer hears something like that, BECAUSE we don’t blame, we don’t tend to hit back with a quick remark, because that would be…blaming. We don’t know how to blame. It’s against our nature. 

When I was taking Take No Blame, the flower essence God told me to use, I learned I was to stop taking blame for things. That it’s mostly not me and to stop taking the blame. What a freedom that brought! 

So now I need to pray on how to handle the blame that comes my way. Maybe I’m only to pray for that person and not say something. Sometimes I physically step back, sometimes I just do it in my spirit. Either way I don’t accept that barb or allow it to stick to me.

If you are a person that others tend to blame and you take it, that means it’s sticking to you and I command that demonic spirit to leave you now in the name of Jesus. You do NOT need to accept barbs aimed at you. Just step back, imperceptibly or not, and don’t take it. Let them fly on by.

If you are a person that tends to blame, I pray you check yourself and your motives. Take responsibility for your actions, confusion or whatever it is. When you blame others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself. 



Roads of Memories

As a child, I would skip along different roads, some were adventure roads, some were dark roads, some were discovery roads and some were sad roads.

Love Road. My grandfather was a 33rd degree Mason. That was an honorary degree because 32 was the highest they could go. Oh! HOW I loved him! He taught me my times tables. He had the patience when no one else did. He let me ride on his lap when he was on the riding lawn mower. We’re talking 1958-62. My grandparents were well-off.

Adventure Road. I was his favorite. Just between my sister and I. I was never around him when he was around my two cousins.  I was with him when he made furniture, I remember the vise on his workbench. I even have his hammer. The handle is dry and cracked, but it’s his hammer.

Road of Travel. I was around my paternal grand-parents a lot. I have no idea where my sister was. I lived with my grand-parents in the 4th grade, [my mother said I was ‘incorrigible’] and I lived with them from the 10th grade through when I went into the Army when I was 19.

Road of Embarrassment. I used to wet the bed as a kid. Until I was like 10 or 11 I wet the bed. My grandmother, bless her soul, would get up in the middle of the night and change my sheets. She couldn’t stand the thought of me laying on wet sheets and she thought if I had dry sheets, I would learn how nice it felt.

Long ago & far away

Comfort Road. I also sucked my thumb. It wasn’t something I could control. I did it all the time as a child. My mother and step-father would paint my thumbnail with that awful stuff, then go off to work. I would soak my thumb in the dog’s water dish to get it off. Even now, when I am in the deep rem sleep, I suck my thumb.

Road of Confusion. My grandparents had a 2 bedroom house and the back bedroom was my grandfathers. It was a high bed. I could crawl under it and have room to spare. During the day once, when I was about 6 or 7, I was caught humping a towel under the bed. My grandmother was HORRIFIED. I knew it was wrong, but that was the only place I knew to do it. I remember I had a pleasant feel from it. When I saw her reaction, I was scared I would be in trouble. I didn’t know it was that bad! She ordered me out from under the bed and watched me like a hawk the rest of the day. ‘Whaaa’??? I thought. I did it all the time because it felt good. I was 6, what did I know? Apparently too much.


Road of Beauty. It was around that age that my mother made my sister and I matching princess dresses. They were sleeveless red satin bodices, with a HUGE full skirt that she overlayed with red tulle and put sequins on. OH MY! It was THE most beautiful thing I had ever owned! We would twirl around fast and sit down quickly and the skirt part would flare out and we would be sitting the middle of this huge concoction of satin, tulle and sparkles! Every little girl should have such a dress.

Road of Darkness. I was afraid most of the time. Afraid of the dark, afraid of men, afraid of big dogs, afraid I wouldn’t have enough to eat, afraid I would be attractive to men, but wanting to be; afraid of loud noises, afraid of fear.

Road of Sadness. In 1992 my mother said she didn’t want to be my mother anymore. She would be a mother to my sister, but not to me.

Road of Wisdom. When I got older and became a Jesus follower, I began to understand some things. After many years of following Jesus, I moved to a new State and went to a class at a local church where they had the whole class say things out loud, renouncing demonic stuff. It was a class on inner healing and deliverance. When they got to the part of murder, I started crying. I was horrified I was crying in a room of strangers! What in the world??!! I was in the middle, I couldn’t just get up and leave! I had no clue what was going on.

Road of Discovery. From 2004 to 2011, every 2-3 months I would go to the home of Inner Healing and Deliverance counselors and get healed and delivered of demons.

long, cold road

The male of the couple, Scott, he sure went through stuff with me. Hating men, many times he would have to stay away from me. I learned stuff. I learned why I was afraid of men. I learned why I acted like a clown all the time. I learned why I was afraid of the dark. Remember that Masonic grandfather?

He used to take me as a baby and toddler and young girl to his meetings. He did bad things. He let others do bad things. Which is why I was so afraid of so many things. It also explained the ‘Presence’ in the closet with me when I would hide. [it was an angel of God]. I also learned my earthly dad did bad things. I got a whole lot of revelation into why I acted like I did all my life!

cool road

Road of Healing. But you know something? Scott said he was amazed that I was prophetic and could hear God through all that stuff inside me. but that just proves that scripture – Ephesians 2:7 “ So God can point to me in all future ages as an example of the awesome wealth of His grace and kindness toward me, as shown in all He has done for me who is united with Jesus the Messiah”.

Freedom Road. All roads lead somewhere. We can choose which road we want to travel on when we are older. We can continue to live on the Road of Sadness or the Road of Fear or the Road of Rebellion, or we can choose a different road for ourselves. Truly. It’s not a ‘blinding light’ sort of thing. It’s as simple as choosing to live differently. It’s choosing what to think about and how to live.

freedom road

We can each choose the low road or the high road.  We can choose to ‘do it ourselves’ and not accomplish much on the inside of us, or we can submit to the Higher Power, Jesus, asking Him to forgive us and help us.

Remember the thumb sucking? Some wounded part of me is still wounded. I would say probably 90% of me is healed. We all have residual ‘stuff’ that needs to be cleaned up because we live in this world. However I am on the Road of Blessing. I am a different person than I was even just 7 yrs ago. Everyone that knew me now and knew me then, sees it. More than anything, I hope if you are hurt and/or don’t know Jesus, that you ask him to forgive you of everything you’ve done wrong and ask him to take your life and do something with it. 

There’s nothing like being on the other side of the Road of Fear and being on the Road of Freedom, Love and Courage


May 2017 Revelations

5-5-17 Facebook is not my friend, it’s a tool. I may have friends on fb, but it’s not were friendship should be carried out. 

Jesus is the visible image of the invisible God.

Frequencies are the minute pieces of Jesus’ healing power. 

When I trust and write down what seems really odd, Jesus opens the door for more. She who is faithful in the little things! Luke 16.10

5-18-17 I had already asked forgiveness for doing things man’s way instead of God’s way. 

me, Can we talk about putting Moringa and Myrtle in every essence? 

God says, ‘sure, doesn’t everyone have fears about something’? Doesn’t everyone need a little more love? Doesn’t everyone need to know that things will be okay?”

Me, yes. 

G, you GUESS? 

Me, I just think God, that some people think they don’t need..[God interrupted]

G, ah yes, but if people only got what they think they need, they wouldn’t have much of anything would they? they wouldn’t have what they truly need, would they? 

Me, humbly and chagrined, in a small voice, ‘no’.

G, if I and we leave everyone to their own devices on what they think they need…well then Janine, do you understand now?

me, yes Father, thank You.

G, My pleasure baby girl. I’m not upset with you Janine. I did not say it with the tone of voice or attitude that you heard it in. That’s a filter that needs to be shattered. 

Me, Father I ask You shatter that filter in me now, in Jesus name.

G, now? you want me to shatter it now?

Me, yes please, if it’s in your will and your timing to do it now.

G, it is, it may hurt a little, but you’ll be fine, as you know, you are always fine on the other side.

Me, please go for it God. I want to be more in you and less in me and definitely I want any filter that is not a good filter to be broken, shattered, in Jesus name. I ask for You to do this now. [I feel like I’m going willingly to the dentist] 

5-20-17 – when WE think God is slow, it’s that WE have not used the authority that He has given us because we are His daughters and his sons thru His Spirit. HE’S not slow, he’s waiting on us!

My Prayer – I want to be free of shame and frear and doubt and unbelief. I want to know who you are God and how you operate. I want to know the greatness of your power, the greatness of your grace, the greatness of your favor. I want to enjoy this life that you have given me, free from the negative and fully learning and charging into all the things you have given to me. 

I think, from watching Ken Copeland, that I can know you in many ways. I can know who you are and how you do. I want to know these things God. I don’t want to keep going along in life knowing a tiny bit but not fully understanding you. I want to be more friends with you. I want to have a different relationship, a deeper relationship and friendship, something more than what I’ve had.

I know I’ve had good things. I want more God. I want to know the greatness of yoru power. I want to have understanding and wisdom. If I am just to know one area, then choose the area and draw me into that however you will, God. Jesus has come to give me an abundant life. I want that abundant life. I don’t want to struggle anymore.

Up until right now, when I am talking, my life has been such a struggle. I’ve struggled for health, wealth, to understand you. I ask you Father, I come humbly before you and I ask you to give me breakthrough and knowing how to heal other people and understand frequencies and understanding you’re greatness and understanding and having your favor.

You are constantly giving me dreams. I ask that you give the understanding of those dreams. I ask that you open the eyes of my heart, open the eyes of my understanding regarding dreams, favor, your greatness, regarding all these things that you have given to me. Open up my understanding Father, please, in the name of Jesus.

That I may walk in your ways, that I may do what you called me to do, that I will understand what you’ve called me to do and go forth boldly, with understanding, wisdom and knowledge. Father, my life is not just for me, it is also for others to teach and impart and help. 

But Father, if I’m not whole, wholly in you, then I can’t give out. I ask you for understanding of who I am in you, how I am and I ask that you give me power and the ability to go forth Father, in Jesus name


5-31-17 John 20.23 “If you forgive anyone’s sins, they are forgiven. If you do not forgive their sins, they are not forgiven”. Meaning we can ask forgiveness for their sins and their sins are forgiven of them. I think it has to do with the sins committed against us, personally. 


Steven Bancarz Fraud or Not?

[I’m taking stuff off my old site and putting it here]

I found a vid yesterday 4-12-17, that Steven Bancarz made. I had never heard of him before. So I’ve been reading his website, watching vids, etc.

I believe he is sincere, that he has discovered Jesus, however in a post from 2016, he said after he would post that post, he would remove the facebook page and all the other stuff associated with Spirit, Science and Metaphysics, his brand.

From his site:

” After reflection and prayer and simply being honest with myself, I have decided that I can no longer in good conscience be a part of a brand in any way, shape, or form, that has to do with anything other than helping people find liberty and peace in Jesus.  I initially saw these as an opportunity to minister, but to be honest I was just deceiving myself out of fear and selfishness. I can’t in good conscience remain attached to information/brand that is not bringing people closer to God or that contradicts the Gospel of Jesus in any way.” 

Am I missing something?? His email is The identity e.g. entity that he registered this new website under is spirit, science and metaphysics. Ok so say he had to have something pay for it, instead of out of his own pocket. It’s a biz expense. Ok. But then he made that statement above AND has that email address and uses it. I did a whois because I couldn’t email him a question I had. AND it’s 5 yrs past the point when he converted to Jesus, as the post from above was from 9-7-16 where he said ‘amost 4 yrs after’. 

Is this going right over my head, or is there a reason there is a quizzical look inside my spirit going HUH????? 

UPDATE 5-11-17, NOW he has made the email private after I wrote to him and asked him about it. Do a whois on WHY would he do that unless he has something to hide and IF he is a Christian as he says, [even the devil can quote scripture, read Matthew chapter 4], why would he hide all this? I dunno, but CBN is going to have him on their program he says. I would suggest to them to vet all this first.

Update: if Bancarz is so Christian, why does he still allow his writings on other websites?




Heart Freedom – A Story

I’m taking all off my other blog and putting it here. 

Started 11-25-16 – finished 1-7-17  Heart freedom, freedom of heart, free of angst, hurt, pain.  This is a story. A true story but my end is better than my beginning and it keeps getting better’n better, so stay turned to this blog, cause this is my journal, online. [yeah sucks for me sometimes, but obedience to God is more important] 

Let me get a couple things out of the way. I was raised a Catholic, went to 3 yrs of Catholic school. Anyone raised Catholic knows what that means. I’m not going there in this post though. I am now a born again dyed in the wool, spirit-filled follower of Jesus and God loves me! There will be cussing here but no cursing. I am 63 years of age and I have FINALLY come into my own. God told me when I was just turning 60, ‘you are coming into your own, your 60’s are going to be the most glorious years of your life’. Now on to the gritty. 

‘Too Sensitive’

You know all those times people say to you, when a family member has rejected you, or a loved one, ‘they are the ones that are missing out’, ‘it’s their loss’? Those of us that have had that said to us, usually never feel that way.  We are the sensitive ones, the ones that feel hurt more deeply, feel pain and rejection more acutely. 

We have labels put on us by others. Labels that make them feel better about themselves and put the other down. Labels like: ‘Black sheep’, ‘odd one’, ‘sensitive one’ even the dreaded, ‘too sensitive’. Just what IS ‘too sensitive? It’s something people that are devoid of having caring, loving feelings, those that have the innate character traits of being unkind, say to people who are full of heart. 

Ohhhh, the pain, the hurt that comes from familial rejection. Let me give you a little background. My mother had me because she wanted another baby. But once I started growing, she was like. ‘eh, noo, uh huh, I don’t think so, but I’ll keep your sister with me’.

My mother, Elaine Martin, has been married 4 times and has lived with a man twice. I guess she can’t be alone eh? The second man she was married too, Bill Washburn, was a tyrant. This man had lost his wife and my Dad said Bill could stay with his family til he got situated. Little did my Dad know Bill would be the ultimate interloper. 

When I was 7, my mother divorced my Dad saying she ‘didn’t love him anymore’ which put the fear in me she would just one day, not love me anymore! But it wasn’t fear as much as it was prophetic. [wow! Did you see that light bulb go off??!! ] She moved us to Reno where she married the interloper, Bill Washburn, the one who sucked his teeth when he ate those marshmallow cookies in his chair at night while watching t.v. I went from molestation and emotional abuse to physical and emotional abuse. He used to beat me all the time for any slight or what he imagined was a slight – I did. I was forced to go from Mr. Washburn, to Bill, to Uncle Bill, to Daddy Bill to Daddy. I hated being forced to call him ‘Daddy’.  

Fourth Grade – 10 yrs old

 I was sent to live with my paternal grandmother in the 4th grade. My mother said I was ‘incorrigle’. What did that mean?  I had no idea but I knew it couldn’t be good. That made a HUGE bru-haha with my Aunt and Uncle. Oh my aunt, man she was a mean one. Mean and spiteful and hateful and judgemental. I can honestly say, in all my years of living, I don’t think I’ve ever known any woman as mean as her. Constantly putting my mother down, constantly telling me how fat I was, how if I would lose weight I’d be so pretty. Telling my grandparents to send me back to my mother, they shouldn’t be saddled with someone esle’s child, blah blah blah. 

My grandmother was non-demonstrative, but she was a saint. She put up with all kinds of things from me acting out. I was still wetting the bed in 4th grade. She would get up in the middle of the night to check on me and if my bed was wet, she would change the sheets right then.  She took me to the dentist, something my mother never did. The dentist, Dr. Smith [no relation] put a band on my lower teeth to align them or something. Even when living with my mother after 4th grade, Elaine never took me to a dentist. Never had it removed. No one ever kept after me to brush my teeth. I must have been taught as a toddler, however I don’t recall anyone, ever, harping on me to brush my teeth. Except my grandmother. 

Using Humor

I was either grounded all my childhood or beaten. My step Father would beat the sh*t out of me, [ginormous hand, wooden coat hanger, willow switch, belt and once, belt buckle] my mother never said a word. My sister never stuck up for me. I learned how to do things. Like [one of the many times] when I was sent to my bedroom with no dinner, waiting for my mother to come beat me after she was done with dinner – I got one of her girdles and put it on and padded my butt with washcloths, making it look as ‘normal’ on a flat behind as I could. She beat the snickers out of me with a leather belt. I tried to act like it hurt a lot. I was around 11 or 12, my sister said, ‘Mom, it’s making a weird sound’, [I was getting beat for wearing my sister’s clothes, cause she got all the new, pretty clothes and I got squat. Why? Because I had a tummy on me, no where else, just a tummy, so Cindy didn’t think I was getting the beating she thought I should be getting. Oh yeah, she would watch, leaning against the doorjamb of the bedroom with her arms folded across her chest and this self-satisfied smug smile on her face. [I hated her being allowed to watch.]

Elaine made me pull down my pants and LO AND BEHOLD! All these washcloths came falling out of my backside. It was ALL she could do to not laugh, but she did do little chuckles. I found out humor was good for me. She quit hitting me. I learned how useful humor was. 


I used to have welts all over my legs, cuts from the leather, bloody marks. Neither my mother nor my sister stuck up for me. My mother never once told him to stop. Even when he got the belt and grabbed it at the wrong end and beat me with the buckle.  She told me 30 yrs later ‘I was sorry you got cut from the buckle’. Really? The cops said I had to have bruises in order for them to do anything. This was back in 1966, they didn’t know anything back then.

I never got too old for Bill to force me to pull my pants down to bare butt so he could get his jollies and beat me bare butt. Even when I was having my period at 12, he made me take all my pants down. Thanks Mom. 

My Mother broke promises to me, all the time. Like when we lived in Alameda, Ca and she said she would do my chore of vacuuming the stairs for me. It was SO HARD for me to carry that vacuum on the stairs. I was 11 or 12, the vac was one of those long tube ones. But she didn’t do it and Bill got mad. She never said a word the whole time he beat me. If I wasn’t being beat, I was grounded. Man, all the times I was grounded, I lived a lifetime. Being grounded meant no dinner, no lights on, sent to my room. Homework? Bah, tough kid. I read by the tiny orange light on the electric blanket control pad.

Since I was grounded so much, I would watch the guy next door. I was on the second floor and I could see into their backyard. He was cute, drove a car, was about 16, never knew I watched him. I was about 12.

I had a poster of Peter Noonan from the Monkees on my wall. Not Davy. Even back then, I knew I wasn’t enough or pretty or much good, so I knew I couldn’t have the cutest guy in the band, so I would always settle for the next guy that was good looking. key word: settle

One of the times I had gone to visit my Dad, he lived in a broken down house in Carmichael. There was a girl that lived nearby, Deana [Dean-ah not Dee Anna]. We were very good friends. Her family moved to Modesto. I went to visit. Her Dad beat her mother, there was never enough food to eat, never anything to drink but water and I ate an inordinate amount of oatmeal as that was the only food in the house. That and cucumbers. I lost a lot of weight.

I was there for 2 weeks. I couldn’t go back because I had a bus ticket that said I had to be there for 2 weeks and there was no one to take me into town anyway. The milk was for the baby but we snuck swallows from the carton. It was from that, that I got trench mouth. Hoof and mouth disease. Same things cows get. All I remember is my gums hurt, they bled ALL the time, my dentist painted blue on my mouth and I had to go to school with blue gums and teeth.

Eighth Grade

Then she sent me to my Dad in the latter part of the 8th grade. I got involved with a group of girls at school who said they were ‘going to do cartwheels after school’. I couldn’t imagine why grown girls would make such a big deal out of doing cartwheels, so I told a friend of mine. Apparently it was drugs. They started to follow me home and stand outside on the sidewalk threatening to beat me up for telling someone.

My sister and her boyfriend had been beaten up by a crowd of blacks outside a movie theater and the cops did nothing. Cindy said Mom was afraid of it happening to me. I was afraid to walk to school, to walk home. I WANTED to go live with my dad to get away from the hated Bill anyway, so…there I went. Shipped off to live with my Dad in Carmichael, Ca on Kenneth Ave, on  the corner, in the second part of 8th grade. [I went to school at Starr King with Craig Chaquico. He was good looking even then] Some people still remember that they bought Christmas trees from a man on that corner. That was us. 


Remember that band on my teeth from the 4th grade? It was removed when I went to live with my Dad. It was on there from 4th grade to 8th grade. The gums had grown up over it. It was anchored on both sides with bands that had gums grow up over them as well. There was a tiny bit of metal the dentist could get a hold of with his pliers. I’m sure he gave me novacane. I just remember it had to be removed and the gums had grown up over it. Vaguely I remember there was pain and a lot of fear. Every so often memories come up. 

My Dad taught me how to cook a roast in a roaster. He taught me how to scramble eggs, he taught me how to boil water. He taught me how to gig frogs, gig crawdads, tie a fly, fly fish, clean the fish, clean catfish, gut a deer, cuss like a sailor, work hard and play sometimes. He taught me to get my work done and THEN play. He taught me sometimes you have to just stop working and go play. He taught me how to track animals, appreciate nature,  build a fire, shoot a gun, gun safety. 

My Dad was a reserve deputy sheriff. He had porn photos in his desk. I found them. Black on white. I didn’t know what they were doing, but I knew it wasn’t nice. And I didn’t know why he had them.

It was during living with him I had my first boyfriend. Herbie Hairston. I was 15. My Dad said, ‘watch out for him’. I asked ‘why? because he’s black’? Dad said ‘no, because he’s been around the block, several times and you haven’t been’. Racism didn’t exist in my world. Every time Herbie called me he would sing the chorus of the song by the Zombies, Time Of the Seasons.

One time when my sister was visiting, they met. Herbie fell for her. Between correspondence and _maybe_ a couple visits they were together several months. She lived in another city.  

One day the phone rang and when I answered, there he was, singing that song. I was ecstatic. That was May 8, 1969. I was in 9th grade, getting ready to graduate. He had come back to me.  May 11 was Mother’s day. He went tubing on the American River on May 9 with some friends, got drunk and drowned. I was devastated. I was going to go to the river to see if they found him. It took a couple days. Something stopped me from going. I am so glad [now], they found his body the day I was going to go. It wouldn’t have been pretty.

I didn’t drive and had no one to take me to his funeral. I heard it was packed and people were on the street. He was a very popular kid. His mother sent me the beanie hat he always wore when I wrote her.  

Just before 10th grade my Dad got a job out of town so I went to live with my grandmother. 

Due to my mother being married to Bill Washburn, I went to 13 grammar schools. Three were the 6th grade. So I didn’t learn fractions or math or much science. Thank God my brain functions on both sides!  

I was living with my mother from the age of birth to 10, then 11 to 12. At no time did she teach me how to cook, to sit with my legs together, how to sew, not to act certain ways in public, how to act, how to think, how to speak to people, nothing. N.o.t.h.i.n.g. 

Say What?!

My mother told me in 1992, when I was 39, ‘I don’t want to be your mother anymore’. SAY WHAT? [Keep in mind she never was much of a mother to me]. ‘But you’re a mother to Cindy’ [the sister], ‘no’ she says, ‘we are friends’. ‘But when she needs something you are a mother’. ‘She’s doesn’t need me in that way anymore. We are friends’. 

‘Well, then let’s you and I be friends. I would like to get to know you. I don’t know what your favorite color is, don’t know what you like. How about doing lunch twice a month’? Knowing, if I suggested more, she would balk. Elaine says, ‘how about once a month’? But you know what happened don’t you? She never ‘had the time’ or ‘was busy’.  That sealed the hurt up inside me. 

My mother is a piece of work. Lemme tell ya. But to meet her, you would never think that. To meet her you’d think she is a gracious woman. She is, most definitely – on the outside. However the inside is empty, devoid of life. I feel so sorry for her. 

Elaine Martin, my mother, has never been a loving, or any other good-type of mother to me. I have tried, through the years, especially since I became a Jesus-follower, to make things better. I have forgiven her, HOW MANY times? I have asked her to forgive me of all the things I said and did over the years she didn’t like, she said she forgave me. I have honored her with giving her my products that she especially likes, calling her, other things. The Bible says to honor your parents and you will have a long life. 

I have done everything I know to do. I have tried and tried to be ‘friends’, anything and everything to have a relationship with her. But she will have none of it. I have forgiven, ad infinitum, but the pain remained in my heart.  I prayed for years about this, asking God to remove the pain. Looking back, there seriously is a season for everything. We are not always ready for the healing to take place, as other things need to be healed as well before that deep healing can happen.  

Until  11-25-16! YES!! Thank You GOD!!! I actually DO believe now IT IS HER LOSS. How did this come about? Let me explain. 

When I lived with my Dad, latter part of 8th grade, he would sell Christmas trees from the huge ‘yard’ where he lived on the corner of Fair Oaks Blvd and Kenneth Ave, Carmichael, Ca. A fellow came along, named Bob Griswold, who had a cherry picker and would string the lights up for my Dad. That was a business he had. I was 16 when we met, 17  by the time I noticed him as a male. He was 15 years my senior. He told me he wouldn’t have a virgin, so I lost my virginity at 17 and it was no longer a problem. 

He was the one that took me to Planned Parenthood for the pill, before my Dad knew anything and I’m not sure my Dad ever knew about Bob and I. Bob met my sister at some point. He started dating her. But he and I were still having sex. My sister had a track record of stealing my boyfriends, but they always came back once they saw what a shallow, un-fun person she was. But really, Bob was too old for me. I knew that and I wasn’t in love with him or anything. I was 18 by the time he met my sister. 

Sisters, There Were Never Such Devoted Sisters

My sister is a LOT like my mother. To meet her you would think, ‘oh she’s gracious, I like her’. But she rarely lets anyone see the real her. Only those close to her know how controlling she is, how impatient, thoughtless, mean and backstabbing. She has no close friends and the last time we spoke, Nov 2016, she said she has no friends.  However, she choose to be with Bob’s family when she and Bob first got together, she refused to come to family sourdough pancake breakfasts, refused to come to visit our grandmother, Moggie, the one I lived with, just didn’t do ANYTHING with the Smith side of the family. She rejected our Dad – and me as well – in the process of her hating Dad.

She has lots of Bob’s family around her and a daughter, who also, didn’t fall far from that female side of the tree [she’s well known in porn circles]. Bob was married before and had 4 children. Barbara, Bob Jr, [who I used to play footsie with in the hot tub, how thankful am I that didn’t go further? you have NO idea], David and Peggy. My sister, in her ‘graciousness’ keeps Barbara away from the family functions, because she doesn’t like Barbara. She bitched about Peggy using her to get married in her garden one year and then dissing her. 

While I was the class clown, [due to molestation by my father and grandfather], my sister was the class slut. [she said in 2016 Nov no one ever molested her. I think she just doesn’t remember].

I tried for decades to be a good sister to Cindy. Thinking one day she will want a sister, one day she may even find that God loves her and come to Him.

She enticed my best friend away from me in high school, she did all the things hateful females do to others, all my life. To top it all off NOW – she’s jealous of me, egads. She has been for years. People see it and ask me why. I have no clue. Well, she did tell me once she was jealous of the relationship I had with our Dad. That was 1985. She didn’t know how hard I worked at it, what I had to give up and give in too.  

She and Bob had an open marriage. Bob and I were buddies off an on during their marriage. Just friends. You know, you get closer to someone for a while, drift to other things and people, people come back in your lives. Bob told me in 1996, when we became buddies again, that he and Cindy have an open marriage and have had since they got married in 1973.  I already knew about their open marriage, but he wanted to elaborate. He told me how they do it and that Cindy has had the same ‘boyfriend’ in the Bay Area she’s seen for 1 week every year for decades. He’s married too, Bob said. Bob told me, ‘don’t say anything to Cindy about any of this, she doesn’t need to know everything’.  Bob and I were friends, not with benefits, just friends. He would take me out to lunch at work, buy me gifts, give me money. 

Let me tell you about Bob, in those days. With my sister as selfish as she is/was and as bitchy, it was Bob that would smooth things over. Cindy did what she wanted to do, always. She left me out of Thanksgiving gatherings or Christmas at her house, or she would invite strangers to Thanksgiving gatherings when it was supposed to be family only [by pre-agreement]. BOB would make sure those that felt left out, those that were overlooked, myself and others, were always included. Bob was the epitomy of kind and nice at those ‘family’ things. He always made people laugh, he always had a hug ready, always made people feel welcome. He was kind and gracious, with the graciousness coming from his character, not something he put on, like clothing, like my sister. 

Bob’s laugh was big and loud. He was as unselfish as my sister is selfish, as kind as my sister is unkind. He put up with my sister. She is a controlling, greedy, selfish, impatient female. He was the complete opposite of her. 

When Bob was younger he got kicked in the forehead by a horse. It left a dent in his skull. Sometime in his later years, he got it fixed. Bob owned his own business for years, running steam cleaning equipment for industries. Apache Steam Cleaning in Sacramento, Ca. Several times he was thrown against the wall by the blast of steam that would come out. Bob sustained several head injuries. Which means Bob started having memory loss. My sister was adamant it wasn’t dementia. Even though it was. Lewy Body Dementia it’s called. 

My sister turned 60 in February 2012. She was horrified. I invited her to come to Phoenix in April and we would go to Payson, ride horses, stay at a timeshare. She said yes. [surprised me. Several times she and Bob had come to Phoenix for conventions for his work and she never once called me. I found out years later]

I honestly didn’t think it would be me footing the bill for the entire trip, but $700+ later, it was me. Cindy thought everything was ‘due her’. She didn’t volunteer to do anything. Drive, cook, pay for anything. She was the biggest PITA I’d ever met. And I vowed I would never have her back. And here I thought all this time I wasn’t gracious. HAH!

My sister took it upon herself to criticize how I spoke to my friend Steve. [my ex, now platonic friends] She told me how to drive, where to go, even though she’d never been there, how to do anything and everything. She was her uber controlling, bitchy self. She wanted what she wanted and it didn’t matter about anyone else, including Bob.

I had told her beforehand there was a longer ride to Fossil Creek but it would be too much for Bob. But when we got to the stables, she asked the guide to take us there. Unbeknownst to ANY of us. We had all been out ALL day riding horses. We were gone 6 hrs. Up and down mountains. A storm came in. It was cold.

It was too much for all of us, but Bob mostly. He was tired and didn’t want to go out, but she forced him too. And Bob went, because he always did what Cindy wanted to do to please her. And she took full advantage of it.  

2012 October, I went to my 40th high school reunion. Stayed at Cindy’s. As long as there’s no emotions exhibited around her, everything is fine. She was short with Bob. She demanded he think. He couldn’t think, it was the brain not functioning. She was so impatient with him it broke my heart. I tried to be super nice to him to make up for her lack of caring and patience. After all, I had a lot of experience with my grandmother getting dementia and I loved Bob. 

2013 I took a driving trip to California with a gal friend. Stopped at Cindy’s and stayed 2 nites. My friend said, ‘she’s so jealous of you’! I said ‘I know, can you figure out why’? She said, ‘no, but she really is’. Cindy was her normal self. Impatient with her loving husband. She wanted things to be the way they used to be, but Bob wasn’t ‘there’ anymore.  She refused to have it. I guess she thought if she browbeat him enough, he’d ‘come out of it’. I dunno. Bob would go off in the car and forget where he was going. He would lose the keys and walk to the diner, 5 miles away.  But he was always loving and laughing. He had a joie de vivre about him with an easiness about whatever happened in life, wasn’t a big deal.

As an aside, but important to this story: In 2013, my sister called me and said, ‘you’re gonna hate me, don’t hate me’. I’m thinking ‘what in the world’???? ‘What ARE you talking about’? I asked her. She repeated herself. ‘just don’t hate me’. Now for decades I’d been trying to have a relationship with Cindy. I had bent over backwards, trying to do, trying to be, giving, giving, giving. Backing down, giving up, forgiving, working so hard, for so many years to have a sister relationship with her.   

She said, ‘I asked Dad for the dresser and he gave it to me’. Me, ‘what dresser’? ‘The one that Papa made’. She knew my name was on it. It’s on the drawer even now. Dad knew it was mine. His wife Carol, knew it was mine. Carol knew my name was on it. She saw it. Dad had the dresser. CINDY KNEW IT WAS MINE. But she gave Dad a song and dance about needing it because ‘she needed some special love in her life now that Bob was going downhill’. Did I mention she is sly and cunning and backstabbing? DAD betrayed me and gave it to her. He let her go up to his house in Oregon and get it.

And he never said a word to me, even though he and I had been planning for me to come to his house for a visit a month from then. He knew it was mine as well.

You want to know how hard it is sometimes to be a Christian? A Jesus follower? This is one of those times. I tried to not react on that phone call. I tried to be ‘above that’. I tried. I told her I would have to hang up and cry. She repeated her ‘don’t hate me’. It took me 2.5 months of working through how I felt, EVERY S.I.N.G.L.E. day. How betrayed I was, not just by my sister, but also by my Dad. By his wife. My whole family betrayed me. I KNEW I had to forgive. I finally got to the place where it was only wood and she could have it. I forgave my Dad. 

I also tried for years to have a relationship with him and to do that, I had to do it HIS way. Go to HIS house, put up with his cursing and cussing and drinking himself to belligerent meanness. Everything had to be HIS way. Because I wanted a relationship with him, I did it his way. Until I finally told him in 2014, he can’t control me anymore, can’t speak into my life or tell me what to do anymore. He quit talking to me. I was set free. That was the month I knew that I knew that I knew God loves me and He is my Father. I’d been a Christian 35 years at that time and struggled to know God loved me. Lost my earthly dad and gained my Heavenly Father. WOW. What FREEDOM! HEART FREEDOM! 

On Nov 13 at 2 p.m. my sister texted me that Bob had died the day before. I called her and got the particulars. Around 11 a.m., he died while napping she said.  Even though I had known him longer than she did and he and I were close at different times over the years, she didn’t tell me until the next day at 2 p.m. The next day! And then she did it on a text saying ‘I tried to call you’. 

So after crying with her and offering my condolences, we hung up. I then texted her saying how hurtful it was that she didn’t call me until the next day. She didn’t like that. She let me know.

So then, I told her what a bitch she is and was for years. But I said it graciously. Not calling her a bitch, but telling her she is a bitch, [try out out loud, you’ll see the difference] How Bob, her husband, put up with her controlling, how she won’t have anyone to order about or control now. Oh man, it was one of those times when I said the RIGHT thing in the RIGHT way. The things we always wish we had said, those are what I texted her this day. IT FELT WONDERFUL.

Bob died two weeks shy of his 77th birthday. The man I lost my virginity too, was dead. [Cindy knew {{could not telling me sooner have still been a part of retaliation, 45 yrs later? She IS known for holding a grudge}} ], was dead. Passed on. Because I told her how I felt, because I didn’t cuss her out, because I handled it SO WELL, I was on the path to healing and I was set free. I woke up the next morning and thought of what I had said to her, examining myself before I got up to see if I was convicted by Jesus that I had done badly. I wasn’t. I had no guilt, no remorse. I went in the hot tub [where I get a lot of information and ephiphanies] and while praying, God said to me, ‘they are missing out on knowing you’.  And in an instant, I was freed of hurt, pain and betrayal from my mother and my sister. I knew what it meant, ‘it’s their loss’.

Betwixt and between everything, somewhere along the way I picked up a fear of women. Fear of being judged, fear of them not helping me when I needed help, fear of being judged, fear of not measuring up, fear of being judged for what I wore, how I acted, what I said. And let me tell you. I WAS judged. Harshly. For not ‘acting right’ for not saying ‘the right thing’ for being ‘blunt’ for being honest. I cannot begin to tell you how trampled down I’ve been. 

In November of 2016, on a 3.5 hr drive to visit a friend, I had the red rose petals of Mr. Lincoln next to me in the car. I had been wondering for several days what their frequency would help with in emotions and thoughts. I live in Phoenix, Az so yes, roses bloom in November. 🙂 So on the drive down, I started praying in my spirit-filled prayer language when all of a sudden I started crying.

I realized I was carrying around self blame for everything. And it wasn’t my fault. GOD SET ME FREE of self blame. To see things as ‘it’s their problem, not mine’. God freed me from the bondage of self doubt, self hate and blame, the ever pervasive self blame. Being molested by my grandfather and his masonic croonies and by my dad was NOT my fault. It was NEVER my fault. Not ever. I had no idea I carried that around with me. My mother telling me she didn’t want to be my mother but would be Cindy’s, was not my fault. My mother being more caring about the child beater she married than the child, was not my fault. 

Being untactful, undiplomatic, ungracious, not knowing how to sew, cook, be a lady, was not my fault. I was never taught!  It’s not that, ‘well you’re an adult now, learn it’. FIRST one has to UNlearn the bad and learn the good. But when one doesn’t know which is bad and which is good, it’s doubly hard. So the only way I learned what was bad, was when I was rejected, blamed, yelled at, laughed at. But even then, it was hard to decipher which of what I did was wrong. And now, I know it wasn’t my fault. 

I am not a blamer. I will take the blame before I’ll blame others. It’s always been my way. However God told me to watch myself from now on. Make sure it’s my fault before I take blame. There is no blame for a victim. 

God gave me new understanding of my past and my present. I was left with freedom of self. Understanding of self. This year of my life, I have come into my own. I have always been ahead of time. Always. People around me know this. But no more. NOW is my time. And God sees to it that I have the tools I need. HE told me to use and sell flower essences. HE told me to write a book so others understand it.  

I’m not afraid anymore of my self or others, I’m not afraid to move or make decisions. I think differently. I have a joyous release inside of me I just can’t describe. I feel like an adult, instead of a kid trying to act like an adult. It is because of the healing of emotions and thoughts God has done for me through His Son and the frequencies and growing me to the place where I was ready to be healed.  

My end is greater than my beginning. It’s scripture. I also learned it from commercials growing up. ‘You’re not getting older, you’re getting better’, from a hair coloring commercial. I learned it well. And it’s true. I AM getting better. My end IS greater than my beginning. Thank God. The rose essence is on the website as ‘Hug Me’.  

If you are not a follower, you can still use ANY flower essence for what it’s meant for, because this is one of the things God made for our healing. He did not put a requirement on His creation that everyone must believe in Him for them to work. Some things fall under universal laws. This is one of them. 

So I was freed up of a lot of things in my thoughts and emotions that day. And what has continued to happen is a freedom from fear of women weaving itself in and through me.

These ARE the most glorious years of my life because I’m being set free of mindsets, fears, false notions and maybe the most biggest thing…my self. The part of me that would hold myself back in fear because I was so afraid of being laughed at, hated, disliked, disowned. [shit did you see THAT light bulb go off? ]

Disowned from being a woman because I have never, ever fit the mold of what other women said I should be. Not effing ever.

And the best thing lately?  I am seeing that not all women are backstabbing, bitchy, mean, sniping, cunning females that I have been around in the past and grown up with. In some groups with only women, there are women that cheer me on. They encourage me. On one group, we were to do a vid for our biz for a contest. I almost backed out but this is the year of being there for myself, so I did one. It wasn’t perfect, but NOT ONE person said anything not encouraging. Not one. 

I am learning some women have kindness for others. I am also learning it doesn’t matter what I look like, if I have makeup on, if my double chin shows and if I don’t say it correctly. For the first time in my entire life, I am not judged harshly by other women.

With this post, I am leaving this past behind me. I am moving on, into my glorious future. Big things almost always happen on the 7th day of whatever month. I was born on Dec 7. Today is no different. I am a new creature today, stepping in to and looking forward to – my GLORIOUS 60’s and my AWESOME future!




People, Marketing, Brainwashing

I wrote this to a fellow who is the best at the psychology within and behind selling. Lots of us have our favorites, this guy is it for me. He gets down to it. His name is Nick Kolenda. This post is pretty intense but this is my journal, so I get to write what I want too, cause it’s about me, what I learn, what I think. 

“You are the only one I have read, that has made sense to me. I don’t have to read what you write 7 times because i didn’t ‘get it’ on the first 6. You don’t speak marketing gibberish. You get to the bottom of ‘it’ and that’s where I think, and you put into words what I feel but can’t bring up to the ‘making sense of it’ place in my head. 

Putting all of the marketing ‘info’ together with what you say on things, lately the numbers are male or female, I realized today, 12-25-16 on my walk around the block, that people don’t want honest, they want what they have been TRAINED to want. They want a sale, but not money off. They don’t want a freebie because they’re a good customer, they want a freebie because it’s attached to an email. People don’t want honest prices or an honest person, they want a person, not that is dishonest, but a person that follows what they have been trained to want. Most don’t think for themselves, they’re sheep.
How it works
So I have to find a persona that I am comfortable with, that will jive with what these sheep think they want, because they’re so frigging brainwashed, they don’t know what they really want and they don’t _want_ to know, they don’t want anything rocking the boat. 


And then people wonder at natural selection, IF they think at all. They look around them and wonder, how in the F this happened, and don’t even realize they are the frog in the water”. 

Natural selection

Gary Young, Young Living Oils, Fraud

[update: I was sent a letter from Ryan Bell, a lawyer from Utah [ lol of course ] to take down this article. So I am rewriting it. They represent “Renouveler, LLC a Delaware Limited Liability Company and the owner of the article about Gary Young.’ The letter will be at the end of this re-write as soon as I can transfer it from the other site] [[ I have no idea when I published this the first time. will update when I find the letter]]


Gary Young, you could call him a cult leader. Remember Jim Jones in Guyana?  All cult leaders are said to have charisma, charm, leadership abilities.

Apparently, there have been various and sundry people doing investigative reports on Gary Young and it’s all over the web, but this particular article that has facts and figures and a bibliography, the people at Renouveler LLC want off the web. So I’m re-doing it. There is NO WAY they can force everyone who is not a sheeple from doing their own research and publishing what they find.

There have been numerous accounts of Gary Young not being a naturopath as he claimed, not having a college degree as he claimed and there are facts to back it up. But as you can read by the lawyer letter below, I have been forced to take it down. 

  1. Gary Young, [forced to remove the N.D. after his name after being called on it by the State of Utah because he never was one] was born in…none other than UTAH [pretty State] and is said to have moved to BC and then married his first wife. Other accounts on the web have said she got pg and he wanted her to have the baby in a small pool and she was in agreement at first, then changed her mind. He forced her to do it and held the baby  under water too long and the baby drowned. But THAT info has also been taken off the web or buried so deep it would take days to find it.  

According to different sources, ole Gary got hit in the had and was allegedly paralyzed and in a wheelchair and lo and behold! Essential oils healed him!! [If this were true, eo’s would heal everyone] 

Not only that, but eventually he ran a half-marathaon, all thru the power of…yep, you guessed it, essential oils and nothing else. WOW

This description suggests that before this ‘man’ embarked on his health-related career, he was mentally unstable and possibly even brain-damaged. I have never seen ANYTHING that substantiates ANY claim of this MLM ‘superpower’. 

By 1981, Gary Young has moved to Washington State and opened a ‘health club’. This is where he killed his wife’s baby by delivering her of it, with no training, in a whirlpool bath at the health club. He left the baby under water, causing the death of an apparently healthy infant on September 4, 1982. Although the coroner said that the baby would have lived if she had been delivered in a conventional manner, this person was never charged in that case. My question is, WHY NOT? But it was Utah and they have strange ‘rules’ there. This guy’s alleged plans for an underwater delivery the previous year allegedly had been thwarted when a health department caseworker threatened to prosecute him if he followed through with the plan. But we’ll never know for sure if ANY of this is true, because everyone is being silenced and all articles pertaining to anything about this not- young -but- old guy are being sued out of existence. 

Sometime in 1983, this essential oil guy was allegedly arrested in Washington State for practicing medicine without a license. There was a prosecuting attorney, so one would think this could be looked up in the early part of the year in 1983.

Allegedly this guy pled guilty and was sentenced to probation and then moved out of country, to the border country where all the illegals are pouring in to the USA from. He divorced his first wife and married again. 

He did dastardly things down there, lying, cheating, you know the type. [he shoulda been a a lawyer, but you have to go to school AND pass a bar examine, no cheating to do that, this guy would NEVER be able to muster that] 

He came back to the States, cheated again for practicing medicine without a license [allegedly you know, of course], divorced the second wife and married a new unsuspecting person. [or maybe not] 

After leaving Calif, this guy was said to live in Nevada, different cities in Washington State, Idaho and then started his latest venture, telling people to drop pure essential oils straight on the skin, that people could ingest essential oils and these oils would heal them and the FDA does nothing about it. Gads. Can we say ‘back pocket’? he claims only his essential oils are pure that all others are not and only his are ‘therapeutic’ and no others are and people fall for it. 

This guy lies, cheats, scams and his reward and judgement are coming. NO ONE gets away with all this unscathed. This guy states he’s ‘earned’ degrees, was invited to speak at places like Turkey, all lies. He’s never been licensed as a naturopath in any USA State. 

Site after site reports there are no medical records of Gary Young’s alleged injury. NONE.  After a doctor complained to the Utah Dept of some sort of registration for doctors, Young Living removed the title N.D. and references to Young as a naturopath from the its Web site, but this misleading information is said to still appear all over the web on distributor web sites.

Young’s mail-order “degree” does not entitle him to become licensed in the state of Utah [17]. Actually, he would have no reason to acquire a license because in Utah it is illegal for a licensed naturopath to “own, directly or indirectly, a retail store, wholesaler, distributor, manufacturer, or facility of any other kind located in this state that is engaged in the sale, dispensing, delivery, distribution, or manufacture of homeopathic remedies, dietary supplements, or natural medicines.”  Just ask Steven Horne, Master Herbalist or look it up, it’s true. 

What about Young’s claim to be an authority on essential oils? The publisher of the Journal of Essential Oils (JEOR) has confirmed that Young “co-authored” [important term there] at least one paper in the JEOR. The publisher also pointed out that the JEOR did not verify his credentials. The JEOR deals only with the basic science of essential oils, not with their clinical application, medicinal or otherwise.

Several true experts in the field of essential oils, know Young to be a fraud, a liar and a cheat. Just look up the name on the web. There are also links below.

Young apparently put out a cassette tape [remember those?] called ‘The Missing Link’ telling people to do ingest essential oils. I have a group on LinkedIn and Facebook regarding essential oils and on LinkedIn ALL the eo experts are on it. Every last one of them says Gary Young’s teachings are incorrect and should not be done. But we have sheeple.

 This tape is said to summarize Young’s bizarre notions about the healing powers of essential oils, they say it is his manifesto. The experts concurred that his ideas are pure junk science. 

In 1998, Butch Owen, an American essential oils exporter living and working in Turkey, investigated Young’s claims of Turkish credentials and found them to be unsubstantiated. [You can’t make me take THIS down, I knew Butch back then and I remember Butch telling his group this. Butch was always talking about the truth regarding essential oils and who tells the untruths] BUTCH SAID he learned from Professor Dr. Mustafa Keviz, a lecturer on the Agricultural and Plants faculty of Anadolu University, stated that Gary Young had never given any lectures there. The United Nations Development Organization never sponsored Young or invited him to speak. He showed up uninvited and convinced some officials to permit him to present on two topics. Professor Dr. K. Husnu Can Basar (then director of the Medical and Aromatic Plant and Drug Research Center, Anadolu University) described Young’s presentation as inconsequential. Butch said he told Dr. Briggs. 

There was a FATAL ‘accident’  by someone using a still allegedly made by Gary Young. There was an investigation and he was fined money and hit up with safety violations.  

PEOPLE, THE LISTS GO ON AND ON AND ON. IF YOU really want the truth, start researching. I had one Young Living Oils seller and follower tell me, ‘I don’t care if it’s on the internet, if I don’t see something in print in front of me, I won’t believe it. I’ve met Gary Young and he’s as nice as can be and I won’t believe anything bad about him’. Have you ever heard of survival of the fittest? Or NATURAL selection? SHEEPLE!

YLEO’s November 2002 catalog includes a BUNCH of stuff. The company justifies high prices by claiming that its products are purer than those of its competitors, but it provides no comparative information to support these assertions. The names of many products could mislead consumers by implying clinical effects where none exist. Examples include Brain Power to “clarify and support concentration,” ImmuPower “for building, strengthening and protecting the body,” and Thyromin to “maximize nutritional support to the thyroid.” [although they have been slapped down by the FDA demanding they stop such false advertising. Purportedly they have been ordered to stop telling their sheeple they are aromatherapists and they are not allowed anymore to say their essential oils heal or do similar. However, these people STILL do this. I’ve experienced it in my research]. 

Just how in the world do they get away with it? And WHY is Renouveler LLC buying copyrights on things other people write about Gary Young? WHY is it, as THEY say, ‘causing irreparable harm’ to them? HOW? 

Oh please, you threaten me with removing this site? Grow up people, that’s not a threat. So you wanted that specific article down? It’s down. Now people are wondering why and who Renouveler LLC is. You might not have wanted that sort of scrutiny. 

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One Day You Will Have Regrets

I loved you.  I LOVED you.

The one thing you wanted more in life than anything else was to have someone love you, really love you, forever. Other than God.

You were.

You wanted to belong. You wanted to be taken care of. You wanted to be loved.

Until you decided you wanted what you want and it doesn’t matter whom you hurt.

Like this is the first time? Oh nooo. But it is your last. And not only that. You have lost my friendship as well. We both know for the most part, I can be bought. We know to a certain extent, I can be sweet talked. But to do this to me, the one who loved you. Time after time after time

After time.

To be more important to your self, than I am to you; to yell at me when you said you wouldn’t talk, you would let me yell at you for what you did;

To say ‘I have to work on it’ to the various and sundry millions of things, and NEVER to work on it, is manipulation. It drug it out. If you had called me the next day, Skyped. If you had bent over backwards to be kind, nice and sweet to me the next day, or the next, or the next, I would have forgiven you and we would at LEAST have been friends.

But you are too stubborn to give in. It has to be your way or the highway. You think you are more important than me, than backing off.

But you didn’t call. You haven’t talked. You thought you were just going to talk normally the next day. I told you I was DONE and I wouldn’t be talking to you. You argued with me! ‘Yes, we’ll talk’.

You think you are God’s gift to me. At one point, you were. And the Lord walked me through a lot of things because I was with you, specifically. But you have not been God’s gift to me for some time.

July 28th, 2015 or so.

Then on top of it all. You lied to me. You lied to me about working that Sunday, by not telling me.                            You lied to me by not telling me you were working that Sunday to compensate for taking time off.  You lied to me telling me you did not put in for time off until the day before, then it comes out you put in for it 2 weeks before.

You lied to me on Dec. 22, saying you had just asked the day before. Then you lied again saying you asked the day before that.  Then you lied again saying you told me.

You have been lying to your family and your self for years. You are REALLY good at it. You twist things to make it sound like it was something else. You make people think they didn’t hear it right or they don’t remember, because, oh yes, in your soft voice, you con them into thinking it was them and you aren’t at fault.

But you never figured on my memory. You never figured you would meet someone who was on to tricks like yours and would ferret you out.

You choose. You choose work and your self over me.

And you never contacted me first. Last September you said you would contact me first after our next fight. But you didn’t. You said you would do it on the next fight again, but you didn’t. You never do.

You are too proud and too stubborn. The Bible says a haughty spirit goes before a fall. That is you. A haughty spirit.

You have waited too long this time.

Apparently you don’t miss me. But you will. There will be different times that you will regret so deeply that you threw away the only woman who ever, truly loved you. You will regret it. You threw my love away AND my friendship. One day you will be sorry. One day, you will have regrets. Deep regrets.