this email just opened i av no idea why or how it has this text and these fotos i am mrs hula lenkiweicz, this is robert lenkiweicz type fotos :) he is an old man with a beard Dear Peter I wanted to write to you but your beliefs about me make it difficult. I wanted to write my confession of sorts, my opening of me to someone I considered could at least partially meet me in some kind of artistic, psychological and social understanding. But you see someone from your mind when you look at me, creating stories about my character without even knowing facts. Turning me into an aggressor, thief, drunken baglady. How do I speak through that heart open, safe when I risk being met with this ? I decided to write to god, which is usually best anyway. I do this by writing a letter to him. Then just write myself out a response without thinking. Having a look back afterwards to see what it/he said. Please dont be mistaken this is not because I am religious but I have always had a grinning man in my head that I talk with & infact refer to as god. He listens and encourages me to play more often than not. Then I remembered posting about you on FB, saying P wont be satisfid until I deliver a photograph of god to his door. SO I will & he will bow at my gate. A gate which I happen to be photographing a lot lately because the distortions/ contortions in the lighting when I then upload the images to my laptop andrephotgraphe them, makes people look like they have wings & many many many other magical things that appear without any input from myself. ( palce full stp somewhere in that sentence please ) ; I call it the god space . leaning back , allowing lighting to make up magic. Setting its own scenes :) I didnt realise when I posted on Fb, but Peter is at the gates of heaven, I think? Awaiting judgement, before entry? I dont know anything about history but Im sure youll set me straight - > Spins, yes I know I said history :) ...... Spins agin Ive been selecting tarot cards lately these are the 3 I took today. The Hermit. Which considering I am without even a person to write my letter to, I beleive is self explanatory. The queen of Pentacles - Allegedly a card of nurturing and wealth. & finally The nine of batons - The end of trials through hard effort. I wanted to share the cards with you and tell you my stroy. But believing it will fall on cold ears makes it hard. & my fingers right now are literally frozen Non the less I wish to write & so Dear person with ears wishing, wanting, willing to hear, Hello. You might not know me yet but my name is Sue. I am also known as Deva Sona which means divine treasure, Sufi, Sufisusie soo and one other treasured name * Hula * Because I am a Hula Hupa :) It may seem odd to you to hear this, possibly even intimidating but despite only ever committing one crime in my life I have had cause to visit police stations often, which is usually highly injurous and distressing. Recently to cope with the distress of having my liberty removed both violently and illegally I started to play with life. So now when I visit police stations I use all of my names when they sign me in. Insisting the officers wait until I complete the vast mission. Reminding them the event is on CCTV and my beleif is that without my signature there is no legal contract between us. Which when in a police station I have discovered is irrelevent but that right now is not my point. &SO.. Therefore they must wait. This is not done in any way to obtain control. In those circumstances I have very little, but what I do have is me. My essence & my learning that it is best to be joyous even if life is not. SO thats my name kind of explained, Emits cheesy puffing grin. |Pausing to question where in hell to begin. youtube/watch?v=VyR7yoDBQSg © 2014 Microsoft Terms Privacy & cookies Developers English (United Kingdom)
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 12:22:08 +0000
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