Truth is Learned. Never told.
WHAT IF…? My story happened for you? In anticipation of what you’d have to go through? People who are going to need some empathy. Chosen, to turn from their ways and repent. Something they’ll do only with nowhere else to turn…
Well, that’s my story. Living on Fifty First and First in Manhattan, the summer of 1995. A story I’ve never told… A story where everything changed… Where I came in contact with what has now been made manifest.
Brett’s annihilation was planned. He’s living with me in my beautiful, bright and sunny apartment on the 11th floor; forced to commute to LI working as a professional Arborist because of the corruption in one of the wealthiest communities in this country, Westport, CT, where we grew up. Where there is no justice or peace. Not then, anyway? Mandated. Disallowed to work. Yes. They could make sure every prospective employer complied w their mandate! We gave them that much power! So of course, I saw what they were doing, during the so-called pandemic. When you were manipulated into destroying yourself and your kids. Devastating me because I had the clarity of mind to see what was really happening because of my life experience - hated for it!
Here’s the truth. He’s facing a possession charge for pain medication his doctor prescribed him for planned shoulder surgery, sending him into full blown heroin addiction. His doctor wiping his hands of any culpability. Notwithstanding, two little boys to support. Requiring him to find treatment where none exists. Having to figure out a solution all by himself, knowing full well he was addicted. Yet, the people in power wanted twelve years of his life, as a first offender. All he wanted was an opportunity to prove himself worthy of overcoming all of this. But we gave them all the power to collude with the media and gaslight the public. I could see how wrong this was, so I’m going to do whatever I can to help him, working in downtown Manhattan as a top Xerox Sales Rep. Shocked that an entire community could turn their backs - unwilling to see with their own eyes what they were doing to us?
Gaslighting us in our apartment… What is happening - pure chaos? Brett catches our doorman, drilling out our Medeco lock. Apparently paid off by the Westport detectives to break into our apartment to plant something? Provoke him to violence? Trying to make sense of it? We’re completely confused? That’s what the ENEMY does. IT PRODUCES CHAOS AND CONFUSION? Chased from rooftop to rooftop, Brett hides in the Hyatt Grand Central bathroom where they eventually give up. Finally, comes back for me, a weekday mind you. We run to The Trump Park Avenue, where as my protector, he faces off with ANTIFA. And two worlds collide… Brush myself off - I head to work…