To All the Player-Playas: a rap story

To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.

Thank you, Mom, and Thank you, Dad, for teaching this Empath early how to dodge and how to block and how to dislodge the weakness of my humanity, to withstand the insanity, to lace my urbanity with profanity.

To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.

Niceness is weakness. Exercise kindness with obliqueness to those who demonstrate meekness. Protect the deepness of humanity’s sweetness. I’ll

come at you from the side, all disguised, ready to pounce like a Lion smelling your fear, the salt in your tears, like blood from a deer, your submission is my final frontier.

To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…I will make you hurt yourself, doubt yourself, hate yourself. I will crawl into the quiet of your mind; I will throw a grenade and watch it ricochet, watch your psyche shatter like a Faberge, and then I’ll leave without a scratch. It’s like I’m bullet-proof.

You want to play. Game on. You want to slay. Pay up. You want to dominate. Think again. You emotional cheapskate. Here I am to dictate. Your thoughtless chatter. To the masses. Try to throw me a curve ball. How hard you might try, it doesn’t matter. I get stronger. I’m ordained to kill, steal, and destroy what is corrupt, you cowering monger. I’ll go the distance, watch my resistance and persistence to go longer.

To all the player-playas, this is what I’m gonna do, let me tell ya how I do…

Volcano Awake — a rap story

Born into chaos, she knew only pain. How could she thrive there and not go insane?

Her family was sick with generational disease, so they spread their depravity with the greatest of ease.

She left home, at age 18, looking for hope. The world offered her none, so she learned how to cope.

This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.

She married a man with cut-off emotions, and bloated ego, infectious like impetigo. For sport and public view, he cut her self-worth into pieces, and unleashed his bride’s gangster caprices.

She flew home that day, and waited like a spider. He drove home for hours to confront and destroy the willfulness inside her.

But what he found was a sleeping giant. She raged and he shrank as the fear grew inside him. For an hour, she worked him and he sobbed the whole time. She watched, it felt good, his pain was sublime as her monster sucked the life from his eyes.

Power consumed her. She didn’t want the fun to end and it didn’t matter, because he was not her friend. She pushed her pedal of fury and crushed his heart, his will, his mind. The day their stars aligned, his fate was unkind. In a last desperate measure, he punched his fist through glass, and now there are scars where their love didn’t last.

This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.

Twenty years later, he wears her scars. His relationships all failed. He never quite regained his confidence after she left her mark, a ghost from the dark, a reluctant practitioner of the blackest art, roaming this earth with fires to start, never to part with the pain in her heart…who will be her next mark?

This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.

Is Your Apartment WIFI Killing You Slowly?

https://emf-care.com/emf-services/emf-assessment-before-renting-an-apartment-or-home/

I recently had a miserable three weeks while living in an apartment in May 2022.
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From the first day, I experienced chronic headaches, thyroid burning, nausea, dizziness, the HARSHEST fatigue, and insomnia.
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I was going to bed at 11:00 p.m. each night and literally waking up around 2:00 a.m. And in all my life, no matter what I was going through, I have ALWAYS slept like a baby, but not in that apartment. The last 1.5 weeks of my stay I slept in a sleeping bag on the apartment balcony, except for one night the neighbor below me was smoking marijuana, so then I slept in my car.
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The insomnia alone was enough to force-move me out of the apartment. I can sleep in 90 degree temperatures and I can sleep in 7 degree temperatures, but I could not sleep in that apartment.

Also, I don’t get headaches, but from Day #1 in that apartment I had chronic headaches. And the thyroid burning in my throat was chronic. I attempted to attenuate the EMR by wearing a lead neck brace around the dwelling, but that actually amplified the thyroid burning.
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From Day #1 of that apartment living, I would spend every other hour on the balcony, but by week 1.5 I was living on the balcony full-time until the day I moved out.
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I don’t know if I received more EMR due to my apartment location? Which was right in the middle from left to right and top to bottom?

I do know that the apartment owners have trained their staff to lie about the apartment condition, because they refused to let me see the apartment until my move-in day and they lied about EMR not being a problem…or maybe they were honest about it not being their concern because they are not concerned about the welfare of the humans from whom they receive exorbitant rent payments?
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Also, the apartment smelled toxic and there was a sooty detritus left from where they used an ozone-machine (probably to try and clean the bad smell) that caused me an immediate, convulsive respiratory arrest.

Story Moral? Beware of Apartment Living in the age of WIFI and hold your apartment owners accountable.

https://emf-care.com/emf-services/emf-assessment-before-renting-an-apartment-or-home/

Is Your Apartment WIFI Killing You Slowly?

https://emf-care.com/emf-services/emf-assessment-before-renting-an-apartment-or-home/

I recently had a miserable three weeks while living in an apartment in May 2022.
.
From the first day, I experienced chronic headaches, thyroid burning, nausea, dizziness, the HARSHEST fatigue, and insomnia.
.
I was going to bed at 11:00 p.m. each night and literally waking up around 2:00 a.m. And in all my life, no matter what I was going through, I have ALWAYS slept like a baby, but not in that apartment. The last 1.5 weeks of my stay I slept in a sleeping bag on the apartment balcony, except for one night the neighbor below me was smoking marijuana, so then I slept in my car.
.
The insomnia alone was enough to force-move me out of the apartment. I can sleep in 90 degree temperatures and I can sleep in 7 degree temperatures, but I could not sleep in that apartment.

Also, I don’t get headaches, but from Day #1 in that apartment I had chronic headaches. And the thyroid burning in my throat was chronic. I attempted to attenuate the EMR by wearing a lead neck brace around the dwelling, but that actually amplified the thyroid burning.
.
From Day #1 of that apartment living, I would spend every other hour on the balcony, but by week 1.5 I was living on the balcony full-time until the day I moved out.
.
I don’t know if I received more EMR due to my apartment location? Which was right in the middle from left to right and top to bottom?

I do know that the apartment owners have trained their staff to lie about the apartment condition, because they refused to let me see the apartment until my move-in day and they lied about EMR not being a problem…or maybe they were honest about it not being their concern because they are not concerned about the welfare of the humans from whom they receive exorbitant rent payments?
.
Also, the apartment smelled toxic and there was a sooty detritus left from where they used an ozone-machine (probably to try and clean the bad smell) that caused me an immediate, convulsive respiratory arrest.

Story Moral? Beware of Apartment Living in the age of WIFI and hold your apartment owners accountable.

https://emf-care.com/emf-services/emf-assessment-before-renting-an-apartment-or-home/

What are Healthy Boundaries and Do You Have Them?

UPDATE: It is also important to take responsibility for your emotions…I forgot to mention that in the podcast.

Heather discusses what it means to have a boundary, the two main types of boundaries, how boundaries are violated, and how to establish healthy boundaries. Click here to 🎧.

Deflect Narcissists and Sociopaths with These Two Behavioral Tools

Correction: The the title should be “Narcissists and Sociopaths”, because narcissists and sociopaths fall under the category of ‘sadists’.