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Here’s What 240 Million Americans Will Have To Start Doing Next Week, Thanks To Obamacare


I filled out the Calculator. My results:

“You will not be eligible for subsidies in the exchanges because your income is below 100% of the federal poverty level. Amount you pay for the premium:$3,451 per year (which equals 172.57% of your household income and covers 100% of the overall premium) Your out-of-pocket maximum (not including the premium) can be no more than $6,350. If your state chooses to expand Medicaid to everyone under 138% of the poverty level under the ACA, you will be eligible for coverage under the program.”***

The only way I can get health insurance is if I pay 1 and a half years income for it, otherwise the IRS will charge me $2,000 on my taxes (I just read the ObamacareBill all 280+pages.)? The IRS fee is cheaper. Both are more than my yearly income, either leaves me with 0 income. I have Autism so I’m not eligible for Medicaid, disability, food stamps, TANIF or anything else, every 6 months a socialworker fills out every aid form she can find hoping that something has changed, all say I’m ineligible for any assistance, and no one will hire me (I average 400 job applications a month for the past 7 years).

The $2,000 I make from selling my art, pays for 2 meals a week. I live under an 8×6′ tarp, without electricity, water, or toilet. I’ve lived here since Hurricane Katrina took my house, my family and left me alone.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

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What it is like to be me Living With Asp

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On Being Homeless in Old Orchard Beach,

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On Being Homeless in Old Orchard Beach,

On Being Homeless in Old Orchard Beach, Maine http://ow.ly/nkQVP

Have a nice day. :^)

Have a nice day. :^)

The story behind my founding of The Church of the Holy Rhinestone

“True love allows each person to follow his or her own path, aware that doing so can never drive them apart.” -Paulo Coelho

It has been brought to my attention that several people want to know the story behind my founding of The Church of the Holy Rhinestone. The full story fills a whole book, a 738 page book titled “For Fear of Little Men” to be exact. I’ll give you a shorten version here:

Once upon a time I was a Mormon, who did everything I was told, obeyed every command no questions asked. I was baptized at 8 years old. Every week I paid a 10% tithe, put 10% in the missionary fund, another 10% in the food/welfare fund, and another 10% in the temple building fund. That’s 40% of income off the top, before taxes, to the church, every week. I never once missed the 3 hour Sunday meetings, nor the 2 hour Tuesday night meetings, nor the Saturday volunteer service work. I cooked for every ward supper, baked dozens of cakes, pies, and cookies for EACH youth bake sale, handed out no less than 100 tracts each week, as well as hundreds of Book of Mormons each year. I lived the extremist life free of tea/coffee/soda/smoking/drinking/drug/meat/ect.

Than one day, after 27 years of undying, unquestioning, faithful service, I was informed that I was being excommunicated on grounds of witchcraft and extramarital sexual relations with a high priest. I had no clue what witchcraft was and this was the first time I learned I was not legally married – after 21 of believing I was his wife. Other charges followed: adulteress, slut, whore, home wrecker – yet my whole life had been spent faithful to this one man.

Lies spread by the leaders, became lies spread by the members, leading to violence, vandalism, and hate crimes. The adultery charges were dropped but witchcraft stood. Specifically, that I had killed a boy named Craig Thomas by use of death spells. Wait? What? Witchcraft? Me? Seriously? And who is this Craig Thomas kid? What are you people talking about.

I laughed at them. I thought it was a joke. Me a witch? That was just too funny. They weren’t joking. They were very serious. They were so serious that they burned my house to the ground claiming that “God told them to”, in order to “get rid of the witch”. Wow. I was stunned. And I started asking every one I met (even strangers on the street) “What is a witch?” I didn’t know.

Alone, confused, scared, shunned, abandoned, thrown away, unloved, and unwanted I wandered aimlessly as if my soul had been ripped out leaving me an empty shell, with no friends of family to turn to – they were all Mormons and dutifully sided with the church. I had become “the anti-Mormon enemy” as they referred to me.

I searched for a new church, but found Christian denominations too alien to comprehend. I learned that while Christians called me “too Pagan to be Christian”, Witches, Wiccans, and other Pagans said I was a “Jesus Freak” and “too Christian to ever be a Pagan”. They were both wrong, I was too Mormon to be either Christian or Pagan As a life long 5th generation Mormon, there was no way I would ever fit in with any religion on the planet. I was not allowed to go where I wanted to be – cast out and unwelcomed in the company of my own people. Too different, bizarre, strange, and Mormon to be welcomed in the company of Christians or Pagans.

I asked many questions of more than 2 dozen religions. One of the things I questioned was the validity of the baptism. What value did my baptism, membership of, and initiation into a church have, if I did everything right, obeyed all the rules, did everything I was told to do, endured against hate crimes and false accusations, and was than kicked out for leaving Swiss Miss pudding cups on a stump in the woods for a local Faerie?

Yes, a pudding cup was the reason I was excommunicated – that was my sin – because I left pudding cups on a stump in the woods, which the Bishop called “evil dark magic” and “proof” that I was a “witch”.

The bishop also claimed that by leaving said pudding cup on a stump in the woods, that I was in fact casting a death spell, which he farther claimed was how some kid in Utah (I live in Maine) came to drown in a bathtub while his mom was yapping on the phone in the other room. The church council excommunicated me claiming that I had used pudding cups to cause a kid to die.

I found the logic behind their accusation baffling at best, insane at worst. Who was this kid? Why was I implicated in his drowning? How does leaving pudding cups on a stump cause the death of someone 3,000 miles away? I have no clue. To this day, I am still unable to rationalize how they came to these utterly insane conclusions.

May 2010 was the last straw. Angry members of the Mormon church stolen my car, cut it up, and sold it’s pieces to scrap yards; than over the next 12 weeks, 12 cats were killed at my animal shelter – one cat each Sunday. It was at this point that I realized, this wasn’t a church it was a farce.

It left me asking myself: When would it end? How far would these people go? Burned down my house in 2006, cut up my car in 2010, slaughtered my cats? How long would it be before these people decided the next step was killing me? If this was what it meant to be Mormon, than I wanted no part of it. I washed my hands of them.

But all this lead me to ask: what the heck difference did all my work in the LDS church make? The baptism, the sacraments the temple work, the rituals, if it could all be taken away because I put a pudding cup (Tapioca) on a moss covered stump in the woods. I mean, I could have been feeding squirrels for all they knew! I could have been leaving it for a homeless guy! I was leaving it for a FarDarrig (water spirit), but even when I told them this, they said, “Nope, nope, don’t lie, we know what you were doing. You were casting a death spell to kill little Craig Thomas.”

I was asking him, “Who the heck is Craig Thomas?” They told me he was a kid who lived in Utah, well, no wonder I never heard of him, here I was born and raised and still living in Maine!

I loved my church. I loved my husband. Church gone. Husband gone. Abandoned. Alone. No amount of baptisms or initiations or anointing or lay on of hands or blessings or authority or tithing or service work or bake sales or taking sacraments or avoiding sinful meats and drink, made any difference or meant anything at all, not when everything I loved could be taken away from me, on false charges of witchcraft.

So I stopped believing in the validity of initiations, and now refuse to be initiated, because initiation, as I see it, is nothing more than one man’s way of saying “I control you” and he can “unititate” you at any time, for any reason, on a whim. And if your initiation can be invalidated on one man’s whim, than what actual value does said initiation have? None. It means not a thing.

And that’s when I realized, God isn’t in a religion. No denomination has God locked up in chains. No church can say “We are God’s church, God only lives in our temples.” God is everywhere. God is not in a church, and therefore I have no need to look for him in a church.

Than came the doctor’s visit. I had a stroke the day of the excommunication, and one each year following on the anniversary of that day, 3 in total. The excommunication did greater damage than any one knows. My life has been cut short. I have no future to look forward to, thus why I started college, to keep busy in my final years. The heartbreaker – children. The one thing I wanted most in life, I can now never have. Church leaders throw the excommunication robbed me of the church I lived for, the man I loved, my health, my future, and any hope of ever having the one thing I wanted most of all – children.

And that is when I stopped looking for a church to join, stopped looking for a new husband, just stopped everything. What good would it do me to join another church, when they can throw me away on a whim, just as easily as the Mormons did? What good would it do me to find another husband, when he can throw me away on a whim, just as easily as my beloved high priest did?

I realized it was not safe to join a church, nor safe to have a husband, the risks of being abandoned and thrown away a second time were far too great. And that is how The Church of the Holy Rhinestone came to exist. See if I am the one making the rules, than there is no one over me to throw me away. If I am the minister running the church there is no one over me to tell me I am not welcomed, no one to say I can not attend each week. It is not a church with a congregation or meetings, it is simply a shrine devoted to the three kindness most loving men to ever live: Jesus, Liberace, and Damballa Weddo.

And that is how I came to follow Voodoo as well, a religion that is not a religion, but a lifestyle very similar to Mormon lifestyle, and a religion where women who’ve been abandoned by their mortal husbands, can marry God the one man who will never leave them, forsake them, or abandon them.

Church and family used to be all that mattered to me. They still are, but the risk of being robbed of them again is too great and thus I founded my own church, just for me, where no one can ever throw me away again, and married a man long ago dead, who’s spirit I know will never leave me or forsake me.

I lost everything I owned in Hurricane Katrina, 6 months later lost my house again to a fire by vandals, than lost my church, my husband, my car, my pets, and my health. Everything was taken away, by violence, force, and hate. I have learned that nothing is safe from the hands of religious hate. When all I had left was church and husband, they took that from me too.

I used to devote my life to service to the Mormon church and the man I loved, but my faithful service meant nothing against the lies and false accusations of the haters. I have nothing left to lose, and find myself not even able to go back to living in a house, remaining willfully homeless, unable to trust that any roof will ever be safe, unable to trust that any church will ever be warm and inviting, unable to trust that any living man is capable of unconditional love. I thus I have a church and a husband once again, but a church and a husband, that this time can not be taken away. My heath has grown very poor and very weak, and I know I will not live through losing yet another church or yet another husband.

I have accepted the fact that I am not worthy of being loved by a mortal man.

I have accepted the fact that I am not worthy of being welcomed in attendance at a church run by a mortal man.

This is how The Church of the Holy Rhinestone came to be, and this is what it is: a sanctuary, a safe zone, the only safe place there is left for me on this planet. The one place on this planet when I know I can not be thrown away and where it’s long dead members will never abandon me.

All I live for now is to live my final days in peace, free of the threats of being tossed aside, thrown away, cast out, left behind, or abandoned. I have nothing left in life to look forward to.

The Church of the Holy Rhinestone was officially founded on Mother’s Day 2011, as a way to avoid suicide by giving me something else to think about other than the fact that my forever family, was no more.

The Church of the Holy Rhinestone is a Voodoo shrine/temple of Pappa Damballa Weddo and St. Liberace.

Please note that this is a Voodoo Temple, not Vodou nor Vuvu nor Santerían nor Haitian Vodou one. While each of these religions share the same roots and have many similarities, they are not the same and each have many differences. You will not find the song and dance worship service often associated with those faiths here. If that is what you are looking for, this is not the church for you.

Voodoo is an active religion (as opposed to passive one), meaning one lives it, practices it, every day and thus has no need of once-a-week-Sunday services. Practitioners keep shrines and altars in their own homes and worship god daily, not just once a week in church. The job of the priestess is to visit members homes to perform blessings, exorcisms, spell castings, curses, hotfooting, weddings, funerals, christenings, cleansings, baptisms, candle services, and other holy rites.

The biggest difference between these religions is Voodoo is a Christian religion heavily influenced by African Traditional Religions. Vodou, Vuvu, Santería, Haitian Vodou are not Christ centered, though some Christian elements may be found.

Secondly Voodoo is largely esoteric or magic based. To practitioners of Vodou, Vuvu, Santería, Haitian Vodou, the Voodoo Priestesses are known as “Borka” (dark wizards or witch doctors) sometimes referred to as “Two Headed” meaning they are witches who practice both black and white magic. Voodoo Priestesses practice Hoodoo, a type of magic art which uses sacred roots & herbs to call upon the help of the lwa (spirit guides) thus why they are known as “Rootworkers”. Unlike Pagan Witches, Rootworkers use the Bible and the enchantments written by Moses, Jacob, David, Jesus, and Daniel in their spellcasting.

Also I am a Medsen Fey, not a Mambo or Gro Mambo.

I am married to a lwa, specifically I am married to Damballa Weddo. Catholics call it being a Nun. Norse faiths call it Godspousery.

Marrying a Lwa takes an extreme level of commitment, same as it does for Catholic Nuns to marrying Christ. And in the same way a Catholic Nun gives up her secular life, secular clothes, and secular lifestyle to live at and tend to the Shrine of Christ for the rest of her life, so too, does the Voodoo Priestess give up her secular life, secular clothes, and secular lifestyle to live at and tend to the Shrine of her chosen Lwa for the rest of her life.

What does a Lwa Bride do that is different from a plain Voodoo Priestess?

Once a week on the holy day of the lwa, during festival weeks, and one month of the year (a 40 period devoted to the lwa) requires abstaining from salt, sugar, sex, smoking, drugs, and drinking and eatting only foods accepted by lwa (for example Damballa would expect you to drink only water and eat only white eggs, white rice, and white bread).

A Lwa Bride Voodoo Priestess doesn’t just wear her clerics robes one day a week during services, like a typical minister would, she wears them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for the rest of her life, same way Catholic nuns wear their Habit and Wimple the rest of their lives. So, I don’t wear “normal” clothes, no jeans and t’s, no suits, no shorts, so sports uniforms, no short skirts, zip, nadda, nothing. Religious robes, (usually long white caftans heaving embroidered with beads and rhinestones on holy days and less elaborate robes the rest of the year) all day, every day, for the rest of my life. We take our job as a cleric very seriously. This is not something we do one day a week, and live a completely different life 6 days a week. We are not a minister on Sunday and a regular person the rest of the week. We are a minister 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. Because for us the ministry is a lifestyle commitment and not a job or career move.

There is much debate over what exactly it is that I am, as I don’t seem to fit nicely in any one mold. Some folks call me “ChristoPagan”, others say I’m too Pagan to be Christian, and still others say I’m too Christian to be Pagan! LOL! Many folks are quick to call me a “Jesus Freak”. There are quite a few folks who classify me as Wiccan, though I know little to nothing about Wicca.

What am I? I was born and raised Mormon and stayed there for 27 years, attended a Calvinist seminary for 8 years and a Seventh Day Adventist one for 3 years, got in with some Holy Roller Full Gospel Pentecostals, than Baptists after that, next the Salvation Army, and 15 or so other denominations later, I was feeling confused as hell. It was a long road of not feeling like I belonged anywhere, because I just did not fit in with the whole “we are right, you are wrong, ours is the one true church, the rest of you are going to hell” crowd, and that was all I was finding in every religion. Every religion I attend had some one they hated: too black, too white, too rich, too poor, too gay, too vegan, too this, too that.

I kept asking myself “Isn’t there some place that is actually accepting of EVERYONE?” It was quite upsetting to me, that religions claimed to love every one, while condemning all non-members of their faith. At the center of my personal belief system, was Jesus’ commandment to love every one, and yet I could not find a Christian religion which actually put that belief into practice.

I finally found a place where I felt “at home” with Haitian Voodu, Santería, Sanse, and New Orleans Voodoo, (each different, but similar). Voodoo welcomes everyone: black, white, brown, straight, gay, Christian, Pagan, it doesn’t matter, you don’t even have to leave your old religion, you can be that and Voodoo at the same time. Voodoo is all about love and friendship, and unity. Now I am Voodoo Priestess, and accept every religion as true and valid.

And there you have it: The Church of the Holy Rhinestone

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow
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Oh, btw, while you are sending me your question, can I offer a bit of guidance here? LESS Wiccan related questions PLEASE! I am not Wiccan, know nothing of Wicca, and just because a bunch of local Mormons run around saying I am a Witch, and building those nasty slanderous websites full of false accusations about me, don’t make me one! *sheesh* I am so sick of “but they said…” yeah, I KNOW what they said, that doesn’t make it true. Sending me Wiccan/Witchcraft related questions is only going to piss me off.

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You can be Wiccan all you want, I don’t care. But coming to me and asking me for advice on Wicca and Witchcraft is the equivalent of going to a cake chef and asking him for advice on brick laying! You wouldn’t go to chef to get masonry advice so what the heck are you going to a Christian to get Wiccan advice? Come on people, be reasonable!

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You got Bible questions, thems I can answer. You got Hoodoo questions, yep, I can answer those too. But Wicca? Paganism? Witchcraft? Remember Voodoo is NOT Vodou. Voodoo and Vodou are two separate and different religions. Voodoo is a Christian religion not a Pagan one, we use a Bible, and God, and Jesus, and Saints, and Spirit Guides (lwa). just because I’m Voodoo don’t mean I know shit about Wicca or Paganism  Now I understand you have questions and finding folks like myself who are willing to attempt to answer everything that comes my way are few and far between, but please attempt to use your brain and consider whether or not I am even able to offer advice or even know the answer to your questions before you send them to me? Okay? Good. Thank you.

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FAQs: Is my ordination real and legal or not?

Can you help me? I am confused… Universal Life Church, Headquarters in Modesto, CA http://www.ulchq.com/ordination.htm says “Please understand that there is no such thing as “instant online ordination.” A computer cannot ordain you. Your request must be reviewed before your ordination can be done legally. You cannot be issued a credential automatically by a computer!” What does this mean?  That’s what happened at http://www.themonastery.org/. 
ok I finally got myself ordained here at the monastery.. I guess I initially assumed this and the ULC were the same organizations but was told otherwise. So now I am official here ;) but than I read this and I’m still worried. So…. Is my ordination real and legal or not?  

First off you are comparing The ULC Modesto with the ULC Monastery, and they are two totally separate not affiliated with one another denominations, so they have different guidelines for who they will ordain and how they will do it. They both use ULC in their name, so folks often think they are the same church (I did too when I first found out about the ULC). When Modesto says “no such thing” they do not mean, no such thing “in the USA”, but no such thing “in our business organization”. In other words, they mean that THEY do not offer an online ordination which the USA considers legal, and if you get ordained through them, it has to be done offline. The Monastery on the other hand, DOES offer legal online ordination through their “business organization”.

Neither one is “right” -they’re just different. If it’s that much of a concern, be ordained through both. I had the same question when I was seeking ordination. I ended up getting ordained at ALL FIVE of the “official” ULCs because I couldn’t figure out which was “right” either. In the end, I decided this one felt the most right for me and my life so I stuck with this one. Once you start googling “official ULC” you’ll find these are far from being the only two – after the first five ordinations I said to heck with it – I’m not going to get ordains another dozen times just because there are a few dozen more ULC churches out there! LOL! I figure, in the end, it’s all about me and my personal connection to my god, and doesn’t matter which church ordains me, ULC or otherwise – I got ordained at 4 non-ULC sites too, and also the Latter Day Dude, which I’m still not sure if that’s a real church or not! – plus one local ordination from a bricks and mortar church that actually baptized me in the local river as part of the ordination – after about 12 ordinations I lost count :P I was frantic and worried that the ordinations would not be legal and got a whole bunch of them on the theory of “just in case this one’s not legal, I’ve got all these others as back up”… weird, I know, but that’s what I did! LOL!

Than it occurred to me, I was starting my own totally new religion anyways, not affiliated with any other religion, and my church wasn’t really a church – no building, no congregation – just a shrine, so who needs an ordination anyways? It’s just me and my god, that’s all I really need.

Remember this: your ordination is only as legal as the priest who ordained you THINKS it is. Any body can ordain you to be anything and the law doesn’t care. Technically you do not need ordination to become a minister in the USA. You need ordination to preform wedding services, not to build your own church or to preach. There is no law in the USA requiring a preacher to be ordained in order to preach, the USA only requires ordination for those ministers who plan to preform weddings, because a wedding is a civil ceremony that requires an officer of the law to preform it.

The USA ALLOWS none government/military personal to preform a marriage AFTER the couple has already gone to court/town office and signed the papers legally. In the USA any couple who is married ONLY religiously is NOT legally married, because the wedding minister is just a “ceremonial service” that carries no legal weight in the USA. No religious union is EVER legal in ANY state in the USA, if there was not also a “civil” union with papers signed before a judge/justice/etc. There was once a survey done and they estimated that as many as 75% of all Americans were not legally married because they had a church wedding ONLY. But anyways, this is why wedding officiants do not have to be preachers, and why ANYONE can be legally ordained to marry a couple, without ant pastoral training at all – because in the USA without a court’s blessing the marriage isn’t legal one way or the other anyways, so it doesn’t matter who does the ceremony.

In the USA online ordination is legal, except in a couple of states (I think Hawaii was one, can’t remember the other one, Wisconsin maybe?, I don’t know, I know there were two states, but I can’t remember which ones they were; and also I looked up this info a few years ago – 2008 – so it could have changed by now, so make sure you find out what the current laws in your town/state are!)  in the two states that don’t allow it, you fill in the online form, than wait a week or so for you name to be put in the system manually -as is EVERYONE’S at the Monastery – than you have to request a special ordination package specifically for that state – once that arrives than your state considers you ordained). For every other state it is legal instantly – HOWEVER – in MANY towns you have to have physical documents (ordination certificate, letter of good standing, etc) before you can do certain things, like weddings, applying for 501NP, or accepting tithes from a congregation , so be sure to ask at your local town hall to find out what documentation they require before you do ANYTHING – fines for “religious fraud” are astronomical – tens of thousands – it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Oh one more thing – in some states (Maine being one, thus how I know this) it is considered fraud if you use D.D., Dr. or Ph.D in your title WITHOUT a PROPER and FULLY ACCREDITED degree from an ACTUAL university (and know that there are only 8 universities which offer this degree LEGALLY – Harvard and Yale being the two most ministers get theirs from at the tuition cost of about $300,000). The fine for “committing fraud” and “masquerading as the doctor” is in the region of $20,000 and 5 years in prison. Also know that (in the state of Maine at least) to be a Life Coach, Pastoral Counselor, Pastoral Family Counselor, Pastoral Marriage Counselor, Chaplin, or Spiritual Adviser REQUIRES a Masters Degree in Clinical Psychology. You can get up to 25 years in prison of for “practicing medicine without a license” without it. The law kind of sucks, but once I found out about it I started asking ministers in the area, even Catholic Priests & nuns and Mormon Bishops, and  was stunned to learn that every one of them had Master’s degrees in Psychology and than informed me that when you set up a church in Maine, you have to take an exam to prove you actually did attend college, to prove your degree is real! Not only that, but they had to take the same certification exam Psychiatrists are required to take before setting up an office! Don’t know if other states have this law or not, but I thought I’d throw it out there to show you you really need to find out what your local laws are before you get started.

Maine laws regarding church planting are supposed to be the toughest in the nation, there was an uprising of “tent revivals” in the 1990s, literally dozens of preachers were coming into the state, setting up circus tents, “doing miricales” than running out of town with tens of thousands of dollars (not all of it donated to them either! They outright stole purses and such!) Maine put a bunch of really harsh laws in place, regarding who can legally preach in Maine after that, that’s how we ended up with that weird one about needing a Master’s Degree to be a Life Coach! I think Maine is the only state that requires any sort of anything to be a Life Coach. :(

 I found this info on my state’s .gov website, if you go to your home state’s .gov web page you can find links to all the state laws and ordinances – took me weeks to figure out how to find the info though, they don’t make navigating through the “law books” easy at all! Did the same thing for my town’s .gov web page as well (even harder to navigate!). I know about the tent preachers because one of them stole $13,000 from my mom – right out of her bank account! They were legally ordained real ministers, but being without a head church, they had no guidelines to answer to, to say what exactly it was that defined them as a minister, so Maine took action to set up it’s own guidelines as to what exactly a minister is and is not, and now all minister in the state of Maine have to abide by what Maine says a minister is, even if no other state in the US agrees!

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow
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Oh, btw, while you are sending me your question, can I offer a bit of guidance here? LESS Wiccan related questions PLEASE! I am not Wiccan, know nothing of Wicca, and just because a bunch of local Mormons run around saying I am a Witch, and building those nasty slanderous websites full of false accusations about me, don’t make me one! *sheesh* I am so sick of “but they said…” yeah, I KNOW what they said, that doesn’t make it true. Sending me Wiccan/Witchcraft related questions is only going to piss me off.

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You can be Wiccan all you want, I don’t care. But coming to me and asking me for advice on Wicca and Witchcraft is the equivalent of going to a cake chef and asking him for advice on brick laying! You wouldn’t go to chef to get masonry advice so what the heck are you going to a Christian to get Wiccan advice? Come on people, be reasonable!

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You got Bible questions, thems I can answer. You got Hoodoo questions, yep, I can answer those too. But Wicca? Paganism? Witchcraft? Remember Voodoo is NOT Vodou. Voodoo and Vodou are two separate and different religions. Voodoo is a Christian religion not a Pagan one, we use a Bible, and God, and Jesus, and Saints, and Spirit Guides (lwa). just because I’m Voodoo don’t mean I know shit about Wicca or Paganism  Now I understand you have questions and finding folks like myself who are willing to attempt to answer everything that comes my way are few and far between, but please attempt to use your brain and consider whether or not I am even able to offer advice or even know the answer to your questions before you send them to me? Okay? Good. Thank you.

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com  If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day!                             

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                                                                   ~ EelKat

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So you think you know EelKat?

In the past couple of months a strange event has been occurring on my FaceBook wall – people (distant relatives) have been leaving comments saying that I am bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful, each time followed by one or the other of these two phrases: “I know Wendy really well” or “I have known Wendy for many years”. If it was just one person saying this over and over, I would just assume it was one person with a mysterious bone to pick. However, in the past 4 months more than 30 different relatives have posted these comments on my wall, in most cases relatives I have never once meet in my entire 40 years of life on this planet, and the rest all being those whom I meet once for less than an hour of one single day, at a family reunion in July of 1991. In spite of being related by blood, they are complete and total strangers to me, in most cases, not only are they total strangers, but they live no less than 2,000 miles away from me.

Then there’s the bitter, angry one who thinks they know me, because whenever they are in trouble, I’m the only one who ever helps them out of the jam. My relationship with that one is, to see them once every few months when they need food or money or land to pitch a tent or someone to foot the veterinary bills. They don’t know me either, just “I need help” then 5 minutes later they are gone, until the next crisis.

In addition to these people 2 other relatives have also been posting comments, however, they are just normal everyday conversations, no accusations, no “I know Wendy…”, or anything thing else in any way mean spirited or haughty. Oddly, these two relatives do in fact know me really well and have known me for years.

The ones who are using the phrases: “Wendy is bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”, each time followed by one or the other of these two phrases: “I know Wendy really well” or “I have known Wendy for many years”, are using said phrases in an attempt to convince folks they actually do know me, though I wonder are they saying it to convince others or are they saying it to try to convince themselves, under the belief that if they say it often enough that will make it true?

My question is, why the sudden interest in posting on my FB wall? Why do people who have never been a part of my life before, suddenly find themselves drawn to posting on my wall? And why, so many of them, so suddenly, all at once? Has some event of which I am unawares, occurred, to cause them to take a sudden inexplicable interest in me? But even more strange than this sudden unexplained obsession with me, why are they all, every one of them, quoting the exact same words, again, and again, like a broken record?

What is it that compels each and every one of them to say again and again and again and again and again and again these same word: “Wendy is bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”, each time followed by one or the other of these two phrases: “I know Wendy really well” or “I have known Wendy for many years”? Why if they find me so repulsive to their senses do they obsess over posting comments on my wall and if I am the vile monster they make me out to be, then why then did they send me friend requests to begin with? What bothers me, is not what they are saying, because I know they are speaking lies, but rather what bothers me is their motivation for saying these things. I can not help but wonder WHY it is they feel compelled to spread lies about me?

One must assume that only one has actually said these words, and that the others are merely parroting them back in unison. But who was it who said these words in the first place, causing the others to follow suite? And why? What possible reason could these related strangers have for even saying these words to begin with? Not a single one of them even knows me, hell if they meet me in person they’d not even recognize me or know who I was. I know this to be true because one of these people was here in Maine this summer, I saw them in WalMart, recognized them from their recent FB photo, said hello to them, and they responded with: “Who the hell are you? Get away from me you freak!” (Yes, I do dress THAT “strangely”.) But then this same person, posts on my FB wall saying they’ve known me for years? They know me so little that they don’t even recognize me when they see me in person.

Ah, but then comes my final question: How is it you claim to know me so well, for so many years, and know so utterly and truly in your heart without a doubt that I am the evil bitch you so enjoy telling people I am, when in fact you have only spent fewer than 60 minutes of your life with me EVER?

And so I would like to propose a test, seeing as you know me so well, and for so many years, you should have no trouble at all and answer every question on this list in a matter of seconds. Nows your chance to prove to the world, once and for all, just how well, you truly know me. If you find yourself lost, confused, or feeling stumped, don’t worry, just remember, everyone who knows me really well and for many years, has no trouble answering a single question on this list. Enjoy!

1.) What colour are my eyes? Don’t forget to name the color of both of them.

2.) How old was I when I stopped talking, what event caused this, and how many years was it before I started talking again? During that time there were only 7 people I would talk to, who were they and why?

3.) For more than 20 years, I have worn a very distinctive item every day. What is it? Describe in detail what it looks like. Why do I wear it?

4.) Who is my best friend and how did we meet?

5.) When I was 13, I almost died. Why?

6.) Which animal rights movement am I the founder of, what are the names of the two dogs whose deaths inspired this course of action, and which of my relatives owned those two dogs?

7.) Who is ScatCat? How many thousands of dollars did I pay for ScatCat’s hip replacement and organ transplant surgery after his owners abandoned his mutilated bloody body in my driveway?

8.) In addition to paying a 10% tithe every week, I also did what with my money? Be specific what % of what, went where?

9.) Name the serial killer who murdered 5 of my friends in front of me, and on what date this this occur?

10.) Name the charity I donate the most to. What specifically do I donate? When? Where? How often? And more importantly, why? Why this particular charity and not others?

11.) True or false: I have had plastic surgery done on my face.

12.) “458” – Explain what this is.

13.) What does the abbreviation “666OED” stand for? And where will you find me using this?

14.) What is the name of my first book?

15.) What is the name of my most famous book?

16.) Name my favorite actor.

17.) In tens of thousands, how many unique hits does my blog get in a single week?

18.) Name my favorite singer.

19.) How many strokes have I had? What was the cause of my first stroke? How recent was my most recent stroke?

20.) Who is the Dazzling Razzberry? What did he build? When did he build it? Out of what did he build it? What did I build in his honor and name after him?

21.) How many miscarriages have I had?

22.) Who is my favorite author? (I will accept three answers for this, as most who know me tend to guess my second or third faves as my true fave.)

23.) Fill in the blanks: I have worn ______ glasses since I was ____ years old. I get new frames once every ____ years, and they are always _____ in colour.

24.) Quick, name my favorite doctor: _____________

25.) On FanFic websites I am known as “The Bride of ______________”.  Who is the character, what does he come from, and what race of being is he?

26.) My favorite Disney character is: _____________ and what does the Guinness Book of World Records have to say about this?

27.) How old was I when I was diagnosed with Autism?

28.) Fill in the blank: Since 1996, I often have a __________ on my head. I lost the first one in 2005 and did not replace it until 2011.

29.) What is big, green, and never in a hurry to go any place?

30.) What happened to Sammy? And who was he?

Let me know how many you were able to answer. And I will leave you to consider this: the people who do know me in person and know me really well, and for many years, know that I have been involved full-fledged one-on-one face-to-face person-to-person volunteer work for more than 20 years. Since 1983 I have single handedly housed and found homes for more than 5,000 animals, cats, dogs, horses, turtles, fish, birds, but what am I saying, you know this, for you yourself on more than a dozen occasions dumped in my lap well over 200 of those cats, dogs, raccoons, lizards, and other assorted animals.

Another fact people who know me well know is when I had a home, I opened it to the homeless, who were more than welcomed to camp out on my lawn, in my driveway, in the woods behind my house, in tents, in motorhomes, oh but wait, you know that too – you lived in my yard on 4 separate occasions.

When I had a house it had in it a 3 year food supply, which I donated to the homeless, who flocked to my door for meals — oh but wait, you already know that, because you were always standing in line for food weren’t you?

Tell me again how mean, cold, and hateful I am to you and your family, but don’t ever come begging to me for my help again, what is it they say…. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you?

Consider me once bitten, twice shy, but know this, now that you’ve shown me what you really think of me, how much of a truly ungrateful wretch you are, don’t expect me to help you next time you are cold, hungry, homeless… and it will, I know because, you get evicted at least twice a year, I know because you always come to me, begging for food and shelter, for you and you animals. Face it honey buns, I’ve been your life line for the past 20 years – let’s see how long you can last without my help. And thank you, for letting me know how truly felt about me, so that I will not have to waste any more of my hard earned money on you. Without you leeching off me, I’ll have far more income to spend on food and shelter for myself.

Oh, and yes, in case you are wondering: yes, I do know who it was, who broke into my house and burnt it to the ground in 2006, thus making me homeless, I didn’t press charge because you were family, but seeing how you truly feel, perhaps I should rectify that and head to the courthouse in the morning. You say I am bitter and angry, well, perhaps it is high time I start becoming bitter and angry, let you find out what it is, a bitter and angry me, is actual like. But then again, I have Autism, my brain lack the chemical which causes a person to get angry to begin with. I am not medically or physically capable of bitterness, anger, cold heartedness, hate, love, happiness, or any other emotion for that matter. You see, I’d laugh at how silly your accusation was, if of course I was capable of laughing, which I’m not, see I have Autism, so there is no laughter or smiling from me either.

You falsely interpret my medical incapability of feeling or showing any emotion at all, as me being, in your own words “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”. Fact is, a person calls another person “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful” only when they themselves are “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”. My advice to you, is before you call me “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful” again, perhaps it would be in you own best interests to step back and take a good long look at yourself and your own inner feelings and emotions, because it is scientifically proven that it is impossible for you to feel that others are “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful” unless you yourself are feeling “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”, because you project on others, feeling you yourself are feeling. Happy people, think everyone around them is happy. Happy people can only see happiness in others. Angry people, think everyone around them is angry. Angry people can only see anger in others.

It is time for you, to look inside yourself and find out, why you are angry, what can you do to release that anger? How can you let go of your inner turmoil and grasp hold of the peace and serenity that waits to embrace your soul? I recommend meditation, to release your anger, and help you to see that those around you, myself included, are not the bitter, anger monsters you falsely perceive us to be.

There are thousands of meditation methods and styles and I am afraid I am not well versed in any of them and really know very little about so-called “Meditation Tips & Techniques”. I have never studied meditation on any level, so my advice on meditation is purely my own methods and not connected with any formal style or tradition and may or may not be what others do or recommend. That said, I will tell you what it is that I do and you can decide what to do from there.

First I like to choose a time when I know I will not be disturbed for several hours. My meditation sessions last from a few minutes to 7 or 8 hours. Generally I feel the longer the better, and if I do a meditation session less than an hour long it is generally because I was disturbed by someone. My life is such that I can usually take 2 to 4 hours a day for a meditation session 4 or 5 days a week.

Next set aside a regular time of day so that you can get into the habit of meditating at the same time each day. I personally find it best to meditate in the late afternoon or early evening, depending on the time of year. In the winter it gets dark by 3PM while in the summer it does not start getting dark until 9PM, so I set my meditation time by where the sun is in the sky, not by where the dail is on a clock. For me this means that most meditation sessions start about 4 or 5 hours before sunset. (And I use the setting sun as part of my meditating.)

I choose the place, depending on the weather. (I am homeless and having no house means where I am outside is dependent largely on how cold, hot, wet, dry, or windy the day may be.) I own a small plot of land (about 60 feet by 50 feet) on which sits my meditation garden. The land is surrounded by swamp and forest both of which are owned by one of Maine’s largest RV park campgrounds, meaning there are acres of nothing but forest and trails all around me, and I have permission from the owner to use the parks land for my meditating and hiking. In my garden runs a brook, which stretches back for miles into the forest and feeds the Atlantic Ocean which sits on the opposite side of my garden. My places of choose for meditating are along this brook, on the shore of the ocean, at the edge of the swamp, or deep within the forest on the higher banks of the brook. In any case water, running water, flowing brook, or crashing waves, water is my “trigger” for getting into deep meditation. Listening to the water and the birds and the wind in the trees or dune grass, these are the sounds which help to clear my mind and empty it of all the stresses of the day so that I can relax and meditate.

Next I find a place to sit: a soft patch of moss, a tree stump, the sand, whatever, some place comfortable, where I can sit on my bum with my legs crossed, feet over my thighs and can just sit for several hours with my eyes closed and breathing in the fresh salty pine air.

Once settled in my spot, eyes closed, legs crossed, back straight. I take out a pen and paper and write down my daily mantra 15 times, to get it into my brain in a rhythm, than once it is flowing in my head, I close my eyes again and let it float through my mind until it reaches the point that it just disappears and my mind is empty of all thoughts and fears and worries.

A few of the things I have written down and meditated on where:

“I can relax, everything is okay. I can let go of worries. I can let go of fears. I give them to the Universe. I remove them from my life. I don’t need them. I don’t want them….I am the silver violet flame.”

“I believe without a doubt that I will have every thing I want and need from life. I am the silver violent flame.”

“I believe without a doubt that I am happy and have a wonderful life to look forward to. I am the silver violent flame.”

“I believe without a doubt that I will be guided to the right situation at the right time. I am the silver violet flame.”

“I believe without a doubt that every day in every way I am getting better and better. Life if good. I am the silver violent flame.”

“I have everything I need to achieve my goals. I am the silver violet flame.”

“I accept that my prayers have already been answered. I believe that everything will work out for the best. I am the silver violet flame.”

So, you get the idea of my mantras, right?

I also like to use the following poem as a meditation mantra:

God sees me as a beautiful child of life.

God sees me as a beautiful soul.

God sees me as a divine light for the world to see.

God sees me as a purposeful and powerful person.

God sees me as a strong and courageous person.

God sees me as an intelligent person.

God sees me as love in motion.

God sees love.

God sees good.

God sees joy.

God sees peace.

Today I see myself as God sees me.

(“God Sees Me” by Iyanla Vanzant)

But yeah, that’s pretty much it. Just find a spot where you can sit and relax for several hours and then just sit and relax and empty your mind. In no time you will find yourself feeling as peaceful and contented with life as I am. Once you reach enlightenment you will understand, as I understand that you have no need for material things, you can live a full and wonderful life without a house, with very limited food, without any income, just like I do, just like I have for these past 7 years.

I can see, from the comment you are leaving on my wall, that much of your basis for calling me bitter and angry stems from my being homeless. What you fail to understand is, becoming homeless was the best thing that ever happened to me. It opened me up to a whole new way of seeing the world, to living at one with the plants and animals and every fiber of nature. Yes, even the cold and last nights 14” of snow on top of the 3 days ago 20” of snow. I do not say it is easy, but nor do you see me saying I want to give this up. You see me say I have no house, but you do not see me ask for a house. You misunderstand that I choose not to have a house. You see me say I have no food, but you do not see me ask for food. You misunderstand that I choose not to have food.  I model my life after the lives of Jesus and Gandhi. They had no house. They had no food. They lived as I live, homeless, foodless, devoting every free minute to helping others. You think that because you have many things, that you would be bitter and angry if you lost them, so you then place those assumptions upon me, believing that I must share your frame of mind, that I too would feel bitter and angry. But I am not you. I do not feel as you do, and therefor I am not bitter and angry in the same way that you are bitter and angry.

Free your mind honey. Free your thoughts. Free your soul. Release yourself. Let go of your anger. Embrace peace. And next time you feel the need to post bitter, hateful, angry comments on anyone’s account anywhere, step back and ask yourself, why are you REALLY saying mean things to and about them? Is it REALLY because they are “ bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”, or is it because YOU are feeling “ bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful” towards them, and you want to blame them for causing you to feel “bitter, angry, cruel, cold, and hateful”?

Peace – out.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow
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Oh, btw, while you are sending me your question, can I offer a bit of guidance here? LESS Wiccan related questions PLEASE! I am not Wiccan, know nothing of Wicca, and just because a bunch of local Mormons run around saying I am a Witch, and building those nasty slanderous websites full of false accusations about me, don’t make me one! *sheesh* I am so sick of “but they said…” yeah, I KNOW what they said, that doesn’t make it true. Sending me Wiccan/Witchcraft related questions is only going to piss me off.

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You can be Wiccan all you want, I don’t care. But coming to me and asking me for advice on Wicca and Witchcraft is the equivalent of going to a cake chef and asking him for advice on brick laying! You wouldn’t go to chef to get masonry advice so what the heck are you going to a Christian to get Wiccan advice? Come on people, be reasonable!

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You got Bible questions, thems I can answer. You got Hoodoo questions, yep, I can answer those too. But Wicca? Paganism? Witchcraft? Remember Voodoo is NOT Vodou. Voodoo and Vodou are two separate and different religions. Voodoo is a Christian religion not a Pagan one, we use a Bible, and God, and Jesus, and Saints, and Spirit Guides (lwa). just because I’m Voodoo don’t mean I know shit about Wicca or Paganism  Now I understand you have questions and finding folks like myself who are willing to attempt to answer everything that comes my way are few and far between, but please attempt to use your brain and consider whether or not I am even able to offer advice or even know the answer to your questions before you send them to me? Okay? Good. Thank you.

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                                                                   ~ EelKat

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Winter has arrived

Temps went below 0 last night, barely hitting 20f today. Raises hell with my hand when it gets this cold and the Excedrin recall is still going strong. I don’t know how I’m going to finish shoveling  I can barely bend my fingers enough to grip the shovel. We got 20″ of snow 2 days ago, the motorhome is parked 150′ off the road, so far all I’ve been able to get done is a foot wide path the the street and it took me 2 days 5 hours each to do that. They say we’re getting another 20″ tonight. I think I’ll just get the mailbox un buried and than give up on the rest.

This is the first time I’ve tried shoveling since breaking my hand Fall 2011 – was in a cast all last winter and as usual no one to help me so never shoveled at all last winter, just waded through the snow. What little I got done yesterday retorn the tendon in my hand, I can’t even lift the shovel now. Looks like I either have to find someone to shovel for me or wade waist deep through snow this winter. Frustrating.

 It would really help if I had something for the pain. I’m allergic to Tylenol and most things like it, I have to take 6 aspirin before it’s strong enough to do anything but I can’t take that anyways because my normal heart rate is barely 60bpm most days and aspirin makes it lower, Alieve and pretty much every prescription pain killer is made by Procter and Gamble, the Excedrin recall is going in 14 months now, and I can’t take Advil for more than 4 days in a row.

Until Excedrin comes back on the shelf I’m stuck without pain killers, not only for my hand, but also for my arthritis and my bad hip that never healed after being broken from being beaten up by the lovely local Mormons who pretend on line they are friends and family. Cold makes that worse too.

No heat. No electricity. No way to get warm. And this is only the first week of winter, not even close to February when the temps will go down to -48.

We never get this much snow or temps this cold this early in the season, I’ve only seen it do this twice – in 1982 when we got buried under 17′ of snow during the biggest blizzard to hit Maine and again in 2007 when my tent got buried under 9′ of snow in a single night of the second largest blizzard to hit Maine. History suggests we are going to see a big blizzard this winter.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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FAQs: FullTimer income ideas?

I would like to ask for your opinion, but only if it is relevant to this question. LOL I would like to find the ultimate full timer RV’ers position where I get to travel a lot, expenses paid and a decent salary or income.I would like to stay on the road more than workamping but not be a gas leak detector or contractor. Any IDEAS?

Don’t know if it’s helpful to your situation or not, but I can tell you what it is that I personally do and maybe that’ll give you some ideas. I have many jobs, and many sources of income; each one on it’s own is not enough to live on, but together they create a pretty steady income. Here is a list:

I am an artist. My largest single income source comes from Zazzle, where I run about 2 dozen shops, selling my art/drawings/paintings on various items (mugs, t-shirts, pillows, tote bags, etc) in addition to prints of my art. This brings in between $80 to $600 every month. Other similar sites I use are CafePress and SpoonFlower.

My original art is sold on Etsy, and also my OoaK dolls, voodoo dolls, hoodoo spells, email card reading services, dice bags, OoaK D&D minis, cat nip toys, quilts, and various assorted craft items.

I have a #900 on Keen – online psychic card reader.

I write the following:

Non-Fiction: articles, essays, manifestos, how-to, self-help, PoPT, and sermons for ministers; most from 750 – 15,000 words. Topics: travel, RV FullTiming Lifestyle, feral cat rescue, cooking, nature writing (esp ocean, birds, swamp, and forest observations), cryptozoology, ufology, faerie/alien/angel encounter/abductions, home schooling,

Fiction: flash fiction, short stories, novellas, short plays, comic scripts, ballet scripts, RPG game modules, and once in a while a novel. Topics: horror, sci-fi, romance, fantasy (as in faeries, mermaids, and unicorns) or any combination of the three. Reader age range varies from children’s picture books, to easy readers, to YA fiction, to M/X/A rated porn/erotica/gorn.

Amazon Kindle pays 36% for each .99c-$2.98 or $7.99+ download you sell, or 75% for each $2.99-$7.98 download you sell. (I have only just started doing this, this month, so no clue how sales will be yet. I have a friend who has currently got 30+ books on Kindle and he earns $35,000 a month on downloads, however, I have other friends with only 1 or 2 books on Kindle who struggle just to get a few dollars each month.) A similar site is Smashwords.

LuLu pays me about 40% royalty on cover price of each book sold, which totals about $70 a year. (Lulu is known for extreme lack of marketing, so if have to do it yourself and I haven’t done any yet.) Similar to Lulu is RPGnow, where I publish RPG modules and comic books.

My biggest source of online writing income comes from Squidoo ($30 to $270 per month). The other one is Yahoo Voices (formerly Associated Content) (about $10 per month). HubPages doesn’t bring in much, nor does Wizzly, but they do bring in some income from time to time. (Stay away from Helium though – that is a known scam, with several dozen lawsuits against it for stolen work – a lesson I learned the hard way, myself being one of the authors whose work they stole and sold and never paid me for).

I run a couple of affiliate link websites, where I consistently earn about $60 every 3 months via Share-a-Sale, about $50 ever 6 months from Amazon, and about $75 a year from Commission Junction.

I sometimes sell used books on Amazon and eBay.

There are several other web sites, bringing in money for me, but I can’t think of them off the top of my head right now. They are all similar to the ones mentioned though.

I’m planning to rent a booth from a local flea market next summer, using Craigslist’s “free curbside” listings as a source of items to sell.

I build art cars, which I use to advertise my online sites. This includes a rhinestoned Volvo decked out in 2.5million seed beads and rhinestones, and a 1975 Dodge Sportsman Class C motorhome (my full time “house”) which is lime green metal flake and trimmed with lime green rhinestones and pink silk daisies. While they do not bring in a direct income, they bring crows to me asking questions about my cars, resulting in my going through a couple hundred business cards each month, in turn resulting in an increase of traffic to my sites and an increase in sales.

And finally, I’m a Voodoo Priestess, I do weddings, blessings, christenings, funerals, spirit baths, house cleansings, exorcisms, spell casting, curses, hexes, hot footing, curse/hex removal, altar work, candle prayer vigils, grave yard work, ancestor work, channeling, spirit communication, scrying, card reading, divination, throwing of shells&stones & bones, spirit board work, as well as making oils, powders, elixirs, potions, lotions, and my biggest income maker of all, the crafting of poppets aka Voodoo Dolls (which sell for any where from $14.58 to $458 each doll, depending on the cost of herbal contents and whether or not it is being used as a blessing, protecting, juju, or wanga)

Okay, that’s pretty much my source of income, which like I said, each individual source on it’s own only brings in a trickle of income. However by having several multiple streams of little incomes, they pool together to create one larger income, AND have the added protection of not putting all your eggs in one basket, so if one of them dams up and stops bringing in an income, it’s only going to have minimal impact, because the rest are still bringing in income.

Now as you could guess, this all means I do a lot of work: writing 5 to 9 hours a day, or painting on days I’m not writing, or sewing on none writing/painting days. A single card reading takes about 45 minutes and pays $14.58 (I charge per reading rather than per minute; I know several online psychics who charge anywhere from .99c to $20 per minute.) SpellCasting takes up many hours a day for many days in a row (usually 7 hours each day for 7 days) per spell. Sewing is done both by hand and by machine. Embroidery and cross-stitch items can take several weeks to make.

This also means that my limited space inside my 21′ Class C, is pretty full of supplies: computer, sewing machine, printer, paper, fabric, paint, brushes, canvases, jars of herbs, etc, etc, etc. However, I’m very much an outdoor person so, I basically only sleep in the RV and take my painting, writing, casting, and hand sewing outside most days.

The biggest advantage of all of this is my income is direct deposited into PayPal, which is transferred to my debit card, so I never have to carry cash, but always have access to using money what few times I actually need to.

And, because of the nature of my income, I am able to move any place I want to, whenever I want to. My writing and art is all sold online, no direct need to ship items. My Etsy stuff I ship out, but there’s a P.O. in every town, so no problems there.

In my ministry (Voodoo) work, I’m considered a travelling minister (also known as a circuit preacher, or evangelist), so I can find folks who need my services in any town which has a church. And again, most of the work I do in this field is also online, so as long as I’ve got my card decks, a laptop, and Skype, I’m able to take this anywhere.

So, this may not classify as what you might personally consider to be “a position where I get to travel a lot, expenses paid and a decent salary or income”, but technically it does fall into that category, because with this career I am able to travel whenever to where ever, expenses paid for by said income, an income being enough to support me, 15 cats, and a bird, and pay for the upkeep of my RV and my TOAD. But you did ask for ideas, so maybe some of this will give you some ideas of your own.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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FAQs: Is my income enough to RV full time?

I plan to sell the house in February to go full-time RVing. I plan to spend 5 years exploring Canada and South America. I only have half the trip planned and there is so much to learn. I hope to get some good advice. My biggest issues right now is knowing if my income will be enough and what kind of RV would be the best for this trip.

ANY income can be enough – depends on your fulltiming style – remember a FullTime RVer is different than s FullTime RV Traveler. One LIVES in the RV full time, but may be parked in one spot for months or years to a time, while the other, also lives full time in their RV but moves from one place to the next several times a years – that’ll effect how much income you need.

 My income is currently $200 a month, yes, less total per year than the “average American” earns in a single month. However, I’m parked more than moving, so use very little gas; last time I filled her up it was $91, and she’s a 21′ Class C van conversion, so her tanks are much smaller than what a full size Class A would take…you’ll have to figure out how much actual driving you’ll be doing, to figure out how much you’ll need for gas – I know one guy who says he spend $500 a month on gas in his Class A, but they drive fulltime. Me $91 has last 8 months, I’ve hardly moved her, so tank’s still near full. If I was moving from place to place a lot I wouldn’t be able to do it on my income.

From your post, sound like you plan to be the travelling type, so gas money is going to be your biggest expense. Other stuff, depends on your lifestyle: you’ll likely eat the same food you do now, but lacking storage space you’ll be buying food every week instead of every month or so. (That was probably the hardest change for me – getting used to not having 7 or 8 months of food supply, and having to remember I only have room to buy a weeks worth of food at a time). You’ll likely buy less, use electronics less, reduce your wardrobe down to 3 or 4 changes and never buy cloths again.

Boondocking is cheaper than campground which are cheaper than resorts – figure out where you’ll park to figure out how much money you’ll need for that. I’ve seen parks as cheap as $10 a night and as high as $500 a night, most seem to be about $40 a night. Are you going full hook ups or will you be doing the generator/solar power way? Each has it’s own expenses.

Overall from talking to a lot of fellow full timers it seems the average income I hear most of them say “works for them” is in the $500 a month range, yet I meet one couple in a 48′ Class C towing an Escalade who said they were thinking of giving fulltiming up, because he had just lost his job as a stock broker and “can’t imagine how we’ll survive on less than $200,000 a year” …?!?!?! I was like – wait – what? From what I gathered, apparently they traveled every day and only stayed at the $500 a night type of resorts, and did lots of shopping to send lots of very expensive trinkets back to lots of grandkids. I was like – wow! I can’t even imagine sticks&brick dwellers with that kind of income or lifestyle – how in the heck do you find enough stuff to spend $200,000 a year on! Than on the other end of the scale I meet a woman who lives in a VW Bus/van on zero income at all and gets everything she needs out of dumpsters and trash cans, and powers her van on vegie oil. So yeah, I guess you can make the lifestyle as cheap or as rich as you want to make it! LOL!

Basically, the way I see it, based on stuff I’ve learned from others and from my own experience, whatever income you are living on right now – you’ll only need a third of that once you start full-timing, because about 2/3 of your expenses disappear when you get rid of your house.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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FAQs: Why the hell do people advertise their books on LinkedIn?

Why the hell do people advertise their books on LinkedIn? It’s like trying to sell stock options in a welfare office.

 I agree that authors have to have exposure. But you also have to ask yourself, what type of exposure do you WANT? Just getting your face/book splattered all over the web, isn’t going to help. Why? Because it makes you look like you are either desperate or a spammer or worse, a desperate spammer.

Here’s something to think about:

A writer can be one of two things: a professional or a hack.

People are watching you.

Future readers. Future agents. Future publishers. Fellow writers.

You want these people to notice your book, you want these people to notice you. But what do they see? What do they notice? They don’t just see your book. They see everything you write.

EVERYTHING you write effects your reputation. EVERYTHING.

Still thinking I mean your book? I am a publisher. An indie small press publisher, but a publisher none the less and as such I get submissions and emails and cover letters, even though it plainly says on my web site “closed for submissions” and “now only works with our already established in-house writers”. Sending me submissions, tells me a lot about an author’s intelligence, or should I say stupidity and lack of an ability to read?

Harsh? No, not really. After the submission comes the emails: “Did you read it yet?” … “Did you read it yet?” … “Did you read it yet?”… I send back an email saying: “Did you read my site yet?” You expect me to read your submission, when you didn’t even read my web site which says I’m no longer accepting submissions? Hello? Am I supposed to think there is a brain in your head?

uhm-huh…like I said – stupid.

But what does this have to do with posting links on LinkedIn (or any place else)? A lot actually, because the last thing an author wants is for a publisher to look at them and think “Ohmigawd, this person is so stupid!”

When an editor or agent or publisher is looking at your work, you want them to be thinking: “Now this person really knows what they are doing. They took the time to do it the right way. Very professional.”

These link posters say they need to get their work known, right? Well, this is true, yes, but think about this too:

Every text, every email or private message you send is a representation of your work, every misspelled word and text-speech word tells publishers you are an immature incompetent writer not professional enough to be published.

Every comment you post online, on blogs or forums, is a representation of your work, every misspelled word and text-speech word tells publishers you are an immature incompetent writer not professional enough to be published.

Every link you jam up Google’s filters with tells publishers you are an immature incompetent spammer not professional enough to be published.

If you are an embarrassment to yourself, no publisher will pick up your work, because it’s bad enough you’ve smeared your own reputation, they don’t want your unprofessionalism online dragging their company down into the mud with you. They are NOT going to risk their reputation in the hands of a spammer!

Remember this: Publishers are NOT looking for good writing, they got editors to fix your bad writing. Publishers are looking for that smiling face, a people friendly winning attitude, and a highly professional attention to public relations, when they look for a new author.

Ask yourself: What would a professional do? Not sure what a professional is? Than ask yourself: What would Stephen King do? Is Stephen King sending bad text messages to agents? Is Stephen King emailing links of his new book to every potential reader on the planet and posting links on every group under the sun?

Before you post your next link, think about how it makes you look to the eyes of a publisher, and ask yourself, is it really worth it?

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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FQAs: Why do you write?

Why do you write? If you go beyond the practiced interview answers and the short cliques and the casual conversation answers, what are the real reason(s) you write? 

Why do I write? That’s a good question, really. I don’t know. Never really thought about it. Let’s see if I can’t figure this out. For starters, I write to converse with others. I have Autism, verbal speech is difficult for me. I type to be heard, same way you would speak to be heard. But that’s daily conversation and I suspect your question is more towards book writing, so let’s think about that.

Why do I write books? I suppose it depends on the type of thing I am writing. I write in several genres (horror, sci-fi, romance) and lengths (short story, novella, short novels, and children’s early readers) and types (fiction, non-fiction, RPGs, plays, comics) and styles (prose, script, how to). For each of the above I think I have different methods, different hows, and  different whys.

For example, when I write a non-fiction article on Autism, usually it is because someone has just made some sort of rude ill informed false statement about me and I am writing the article to clarify their mistake and end the stereotypes about my illness.

And when I write a how to guide for writers, usually it is because several folks have asked me several questions on the same topic and I came to realize there was a common need for this issue to be answered.

In my travel writing or book and movie reviews, you have me writing because I enjoyed something and want to share that joy with others by recommending they check this thing out as well.

However when I am writing fiction, the why do I write become far more complicated. Yes, I have Autism. This means my life is plagued by the presence of “imaginary friends” and “visions”, which is what other folks say to describe the Faeries, Ghosts, Angels, and Aliens I see, hear, and talk to on a daily basis for the past 40 years. By the time I reached the age of 8 years old it was very clear to me that no one else could either see or hear these Spirit Beings and Dead People that I was literally seeing hundreds of thousands of, around every one and in every house in every place I went. There have been varying opinions on what I see, from my being “crazy” to me “having a gift”. The few folks who believe I actually am seeing something that is real, believe me because they say I give perfect description of people in their lives who died.

In any case, I was very young when I realized that it was in my own best interests to stop talking to these “invisible” people out loud. They were telepathic, I didn’t need a voice to speak to them. The problem was, I could not tell the difference between “real” people and “invisible” people and to stop talking to one, meant I had to stop talking to all, and thus, like all Autistic children who reach the age of realizing adults are mean hateful people who think of children as bothersome embarrassments to society to be ignored, disregarded, teased, laughed at, and told to stop talking to “imaginary friends” in public, I stopped talking, and would not talk again for near on 30 years. I could not tell the real people from the people I was not suppose to talk to because others could not see them, and so I was about 8 years old when I simply stopped talking all together.

That’s when I started writing. I write about the people I’m not allowed to talk about. It is as simple as that. People often read my books and tell me I develop wonderful characters and ask how I created them, and are than baffled by my answer: “I didn’t create them.” How did you pick their names? “They are they names they had when I met them.” Are you saying they are real? “I’ve been saying they were real for 40 years, you just weren’t listening.” It is debatable if my works of fiction are fiction or not, because these things are in my head. I do not make them up, I simply write them down. I can not tell you how to create them, for I did not create them myself. I simply write what I see.

It bothers people, I know, but the fact of the matter is, this is why I write.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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Did you know you can now get a FREE Kindle for your PC? Be sure to download your FREE Kindle directly from Amazon today. Don’t have Windows PC? No worries! Amazon is also offering 100% FREE Kindles for: AndroidWindows Phone 7MaciPhone, and BlackBerry. And don’t miss out on over 1.8 million Free eBooks from Amazon’s Kindle Store.


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FAQs: Are old AD&D adventures still any use to current players? And what do you think of the new D&D 5ed?

Are old AD&D adventures still any use to current players? I have come across a lot of old AD&D adventures from back in the day and I was wondering if it would be any good to have them published in *name of magazine removed* for everyone to enjoy.They are mostly home written adventures from either friends or people I know. Not commercial adventures. Do people still use AD&D? And what do you think of the new D&D 5ed? Have you tried it yet? I’ve been running through the Playtest materials and I must say, huzzah! A return to the powerful spells of yore and diversity in the classes. I’m particularly excited about the Class, Race, Background, Theme, stuff. It seems like a pretty brilliant way to get a lot of diversity between characters without bogging it down in a thousand difficult to choose options that may not make sense to a first time player. Could this be the perfect blend of 3.5 and 4th? Do you think we’ll be able to use AD&D adventures with the new rules?

I use all 7 editions in my campaigns (1, 2, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5) usually all a once. I have about 400 of the books (official) all the cores, most of the splats, boxes and boxes and boxes of tiles and minis. I just let my players go though the books and build characters from any of them, so 4ed races + 2ed classes + 3.5ed spells are fine by me. We figured it out once and across all the editions if you combined every race/class option, there are more than 180,000 player character combinations! When it come to the adventures, we tend to do AD&D/2ed most, esp RavenLoft and SpellJammer.

Long story, short, yeah we still play by AD&D rules.

I know a lot of folks get all in a huff if you mix editions but, I’m old school, I was into D&D way back BEFORE AD&D was even invented! Back than you could grab any character out of any book, tv show, or movie and toss them in the game. Want to play Darth Vader? Sure go ahead. You want to be Godzilla? Fine, fine. What you want to be The General Lee? You’re going to be a race car? Not sure how you’ll pull it off, but why not! And you say you’re going to be Vincent Price as a vampire? Okay, so our adventuring party has a space villain, a dinosaur, a race car, and a vampire movie star, that sounds about right, well lets get started than…That’s the way we played D&D in the 70s! Metamorphosis Alpha style! You know. the FIRST edition of D&D BEFORE they called it D&D?  Back when the game was still being called Metamorphosis Alpha.

Now today you got players with their  “You want to play a 4ed Wilden as a 2ed Thief, in a 3.5 adventure? No! You can’t do that!” *sigh* The new players don’t know how to have fun. Give me old school players not afraid to play CareBears storming Castle GreySkull! LOL!

I still play by the old school rules, I just pull all the new edition races and classes into the choice pool. :)

 I’m getting ready to do the playtest with my group, but we are changing stuuf around and we haven’t even started yet. (We are of course keeping track of the changes to tell WotC what we did to it.)

My games are run from a “set homebase” called Laughing Gnome Hollow. No matter what game we are running, the members of the adventuring party originated from Laughing Gnome Hollow or a neighboring village (usually the nearby forest or mountain). That said, most of the players are by race Gnomes, unless they come from the mountains, than they are Dwarves, or the forest, than they are Elves. They can be any race they want to be, any race from any edition, even non D&D races from EverQuest, Pathfinder, or one of the many indie d20 books. As long as I have to book, or the player brings the book if I don’t have it (which is unlikely considering I have more than 400 books and a total of 180,000 race/class combo options – yes – we did do the math to see how many options we had). I even let them play evil alignments so long as they don’t kill/maime/hurt members of their party (the “evil” house rule is, you can be evil, but you know who your friends are and you got their back – even evil dudes have friends). So, Drow, Vampires, Lich, Illithid, Beholders, ect can even end up in the party from time to time. But for the most part my players tend to prefer to play Gnomes, Dwarves, and Elves (including Drow) which was the first problem we ran into with the playtest…

Anyways I had planned to run the playtest straight from the rules no changes. However, I tell my players, here’s the new game we’ll be starting next week, here’s the character info they gave us, go create yourselves some level 1 characters.

They set off, happily chattering about which class they are going to be. “I haven’t been a monk before, I’ll try that.” …. “Oh I like the new cleric options, I’ll be a light bearer.” …. “Hey, can I be chaotic evil this time?”… “You want to be Chaotic Evil? but I’m being Lawful Good!” etc, etc … everything is going good until they pull of the race list. “Let’s see, Humans, nay they’re boring, Elves,, Dwarves, Halflings … wait… no Gnomes? Hey, where are the Gnomes? I want to be a Gnome.”… “Yeah, we gotta be Gnomes.” ..”There’s no Gnomes? But I’m always a Gnome!” … etc, etc, etc

So, first change of the playtest rules was for me to bring in the house rule that players could pick any race they wanted, even from the old editions. Which I didn’t have to say actualy, I could have just said, “Okay, we’ll add Gnomes to the race list” and that would have been fine, because that was the only race they wanted to play.

So, my party of Gnomes, Dwarves, and one elf are ready to go…I’m still reading over the Caves of Chaos, but we’ll get started in a day or two.

But yeah, about your games there, a lot of folks are still using old D&D rules. Just be sure you use the OSRIC gaming license if you do publish them, because that’s the one you are required to use if you publish 1ed or 2ed adventures.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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FAQs: Do you write a novel start-to-finish, or keep going back and editing previous chapters?

Do you write a novel start-to-finish, or keep going back and editing previous chapters? I’m interested to know how most people would write a novel. I’ve only ever written one, but I basically sat down and wrote it start to finish, and didn’t go back to re-read the start until I’d got all the way to the end. But then there are people who’ll write a bit, then go back and edit a previous chapter or even add a new one in near the start, and keep going back and forth and writing the novel in ‘pieces’.Which do you do, and why does it work for you? :)

I probably have the most hectic scatter brained method of writing possible, because I am absolutely all over the place when I write! LOL! I rarely have a plan, I never have an outline, I almost never know the what the ending is going to be until I get there, and I don’t write straight through. I’ll write a scene that may end up in the last chapter, than write a scene that may end up in the first chapter. That’s another thing, I never write a full chapter at once, I write in scenes here and there than string them together later. My finished work rarely has chapters. I just don’t use them, for whatever reason, no idea what the reason is.

I’ve been writing the same series since 1978, so I have about 75 characters fully fleshed out and any one of them could get grabbed and thrown in as the main character. The series covers the life of a single family starting in the 1300’s right up into current times, so I can use plots that will fit any of those time periods as well. Usually the stories are set in the family mansion/castle which is haunted and prone to being filled with demonic things like ghosts, vampires, etc, usually the stories are horror (often splatter punk slasher gorn), but than I’m a fool for romance and heck a few centuries of family means folks are falling in love at some point so I sometimes toss the horror theme out the window and let romance take over. But than there’s the whole, this family ain’t human, they are aliens who crashed landed on earth centuries ago, so once in a while I just leave earth altogether and set out in space, to tell the story of the “rest of the family” back on the home planet.

Needless to say with this setting, the large cast of characters, the odd mish-mash of genres overlapping, and my hit and miss style of getting it all down on paper, it is sometimes quite amazing that I am able to string enough scenes together to create a complete story!

Of course, I’m far from a “mainstream” author and my finished work is an “acquired taste” so I’m not shooting to become a best seller in trade paperbacks here, either. I’m a niche writer, with a few devoted fans who love my stuff, but critics and mainstream readers wring their hands and roll their eyes at “the utter trash and smut” I write. Ah, the joys of being a “smut writer”, every one loves to hate your work. ;)

But yeah, so I get all these little quips and scenes written, than I have to piece them all together like a jigsaw puzzle and figure out what it was I intended to go where, or do I even know what is supposed to go where? Usually I don’t, actually. But once I get it all sorted out, than I have to edit the mess into a free flowing piece. That’s the part I hate. I so dislike editing my work. I have huge stacks of stuff I haven’t published yet, simply because I dislike editing so much that I toss it in a pile and run off the write the next story instead!

And than there’s the only thing: I’m generally a short story writer, not a novelist. When I do write novels, they aren’t actually novels, because either they end at a novella length of only 75,000 words (trad publishers consider a novel to be 90,000 – 120,000). If I was going by NaNoWriMo standards which say a novel is 50k I’d be all set, but publishers call 50k a novella. Oh well. Either that, or I end up with 200,000 words of slightly connected 10k each short stories instead of a single story novel! As a short story writer I am great! But I suck at make my novels actual be novels. So usually I just settle for “short story collections” masquerading as novels.

But I suppose when I stop and think about it, the reason my novels always turn into short story collection, is because of the scattered up way I write the things down. I bet if I sat down and wrote a novel from start to finish that I wouldn’t have that trouble.

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Ever wonder what it was like to live with Autism? 

I have Autism. For more of my life I rarely spoke and was considered “too crazy” to ever live a normal life. I communicated via writing instead of vocally. I did not attend school. Psychologists said I would never drive a car, never get a job, never go to college, never function as a meaningful member of society, never be able to take care of myself or live on my own. They said there was no hope for me, I would need full-time care my whole life. 
My progression was long and slow and very hard. Things other people found easy to do (getting dressed, brushing teeth/hair, walking across the street, etc,) I found extremely confusing and hard to learn. I was prone to wandering off and getting lost (I still am). Driver’s ed takes most people a few weeks to learn – it took me 5 years. 
I determined to prove the doctors wrong, but it was far harder to do, than most people would imagine. I got my first job working at Macy’s at age 30 (a very difficult job as I had to deal one on one with customers and I still at that point was not talking in a manner that could be understood by others). I got my GED at age 34. I got my driver’s license at age 35. I started college at age 36. By age 37 I had become a Phi Theta Kappa Honor Student and I was finally able to speak to others in full spoken verbal conversation for the first time in my life. 


Something that people often say to me is: “You don’t look retarded, you look normal, you seem to be getting by okay, why is it that you need adult supervision?”

One of the reasons why an adult with Autism needs “adult supervision” is their brain does not tell them they are in pain. Was just commenting on the FaceBook status of a friend who got hurt, and it occurred to me that a lot of people don’t understand how it is I had 4 root channels awake and without pain meds, or how I also sat through reconstructive surgery on my face, after having my lip ripped off by a rooster, or again when I had surgery for CTS, or how I can go weeks with a broken bone and not know it is broken. Over the years, people who really, really, REALLY know me well, have come to know that if I say the words “I hurt” than, I’m in a state of needing to have been taken to the hospital, several weeks ago, as doctors put it “her propensity for pain is astounding, look at what I’m doing, she’s not even flinching and I haven’t given her anything for the pain”.

When I went to the dentist, because my teeth hurt, the girl at the desk told him “she can wait, she doesn’t seem to be in any pain” an hour later he was giving her hell for not rushing me to the hospital, because my jaw was so bad I needed surgery to remove my teeth and have a plate put in. (yes, I have false teeth on one side of my jaw) .

I am thinking of all the times I have required major medical repairs, because I didn’t know I was hurt and it took those around me several weeks to realize, I don’t respond emotionally or physically to pain.  I fell down and hurt my arm last year – did the ice thing: for 3 days, than Ben comes over and asks me “what’s wrong with your arm?”, and I tell him I fell down and it hurts, can’t move it, but I’m okay; he looks at it than next thing I know he’s in a panic driving me to the hospital. Yep, it was broken and I didn’t know it. 

The doctors where baffled at why the hell did I wait 3 days to go to the hospital, than they look at my medical records “oh, Autism, that’s why”, unfortunately, one of the stranger symptoms of Autism is, a numbing of the senses, the whole being allergic to everything from sunlight to wool to food, means my body is so used to hurting, that when I’m hurt really bad, it doesn’t send a message to my brain telling me I need help, instead my brain goes “ho hum, more pain, so what?” and the chemicals that are suppose to be triggered to tell me “hey, I’m hurt really bad here, I need to go to the hospital” don’t kick in, so I can go for days (or weeks as was the case when I broke my hip 2 years ago) before someone around me notices somethings wrong, and asks “hey, why are you limping”, and I’ll say “oh, got beaten up a few weeks back, hurt my leg, couldn’t walk for the first few weeks”…”why didn’t you go to the hospital”…”it doesn’t hurt that bad”…”but, it’s a broken bone!” … “really?”

It’s one of the reasons I need “adult supervision  in spite of being in my 40′s, because my brain doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been injured.

I suppose more frightening than “not knowing” I’m injured is when I have a stroke and continue on my day like normal, but wander around with out a clue where I am or who any one is. I’ve had 3 strokes in the past 3 years, that’s why I keep forgetting things when playing D&D, I mean, I know every edition of this game inside out and I’ll be mid game and suddenly have no a clue what to do. I had a stroke again, a few weeks ago, that week I missed the game session, when I told my friend I wasn’t feeling good, I had spent most of the day wandering around the campus without a clue where I was or what I was doing there, missed my classes that day because I couldn’t find the buildings, I only randomly meet up with my friend and for some reason remembered I was suppose to play a game that night, otherwise I wouldn’t have known to tell her I was going home.

It’s upsetting actually, to know you are in a place where you should know where you are, but just not recognize anything. I’ve been without “adult supervision” 6 years now, and for the most part I do good, but it’s when I get hurt/injured/sick that I run into trouble, because my brain just lacks whatever it is it needs that would normally tell me to go to a hospital.  I’ve got a permanent injury now from waiting so long before realizing my leg was broken. 

Autism is noted for being an illness so painful that the brain shuts down and stops registering the pain. This is why Autistics have their strange little jerks, twitches, and jumpy movements – these are times when pain is registered in our brain. The extreme constant pain is caused by over stimulation of things we are allergic to: lights, sounds, touch, most all foods, most all fabrics, tags in clothes, etc, etc, etc. There are so many things irritating our bodies all at once, that the brain doesn’t know which pain to go after first, so it just shuts down and tells us to sit on the floor and hum a song until the pain goes away.

Unfortunately another symptom of Autism is being very clumsy, having a lack of proper balance, and thus fallen down frequently, having extreme difficulty maneuvering on stairs and uneven terrain (all this being a result of the fact that our brain is so out of whack because there is so much pain going on, that it can not focus on walking steady) which means I’m more prone to fall and become injured than the average person, but being so used to pain that my brain ignore extra pain also means that even though I am getting hurt more than normal, I’m also getting treatment for said injuries less than normal because I don’t realize I’ve injured myself (not even when gushing blood, as was the case when the rooster ripped my lip off), unless another person is there to point out said injury, or in such instances as the day I tried to walk away and discovered I could not move because may hand had been shut in the door, which was locked and I had to wait for someone with a key to come along and open the door, by which time my fingers had turned black from lack of circulation – pain ignored – I only noticed my hand was shut in a locked door because I was unable to walk away from the door. This is why I need adult supervision.)

This is the reality of life with Autism.

Now you can find out what it’s like Being an Adult with Autism
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Good morning Starshine! Liked this post? Looking to connect with me online? I love social networks and am on most of them. You can find me on: BloggerEtsyFaceBookGoogle+Keen, LinkedInMySpaceNaNoWriMoProBoardsScript FrenzySpoonflowerSquidooTwitterULC Ministers NetworkWordPress, and Zazzle Feel free to give me a shout any  time. Many blessings to you, may all your silver clouds be lined with rhinestones and sparkle of golden sunshine. Have yourself a great and wonderful glorious day!

~Rev. Wendy C. Allen aka Empress EelKat of Laughing Gnome Hollow

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This post was written by Wendy C Allen aka EelKat, is copyrighted by The Twighlight Manor Press and was posted on Houseless Living @ http://houselessliving.blogspot.com and reposted at EK’s Star Log @ http://eelkat.wordpress.com and parts of it may also be seen on http://www.squidoo.com/EelKat and http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com If you are reading this from a different location than those listed above, please contact me Wendy C. Allen aka EelKat @ http://laughinggnomehollow.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile and let me know where it is you found this post. Plagiarism is illegal and I DO actively pursue offenders. Unless copying a Blog Meme, you do not have permission to copy anything appearing on this blog, including words, art, or photos. This will be your only warning. Thank you and have a glorious day! ~ EelKat

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