Religious Freedom…

…is guaranteed by the 1st Amendment of the Constitution.

As I said in a previous post, I have combined my Christianity with some aspects of Native American spirituality.

These spiritualities are by no means mutually exclusive, as the things that Jesus taught: Prayer. Respect. Compassion. Honesty. Generosity. Humility. Wisdom, are the same seven Lakota values.   Additionally, they give thanks for everything.  And, like Jesus, they ask God’s help with the miraculous healing power.  My relationship with God has deepened as a result.

When the water protectors were trying to pray and were interrupted, I asked, “Who would want to stop prayer?”

I have to ask the same for myself.  Who would want to interfere with my relationship with God?

As I wrote before, the woman occupying the apartment next to me did not like the stuffed buffalo that was in my car.  That stuffed buffalo was in my mother’s belongings when she passed and it has special meaning to me.  This woman would look in my car windows, my apartment windows, and had her granddaughter looking in my car windows as well.  What I didn’t write about was her hammering the walls almost every night.  And her insistence in parking in my spot that I pay rent for.  I was trying to be nice in allowing her to park there, for snow storms with 4 inches of snow or more, but when she asked her granddaughter to look in my car windows, I was done.  It was constant harassment on a daily basis.

I was here at the library a couple of hours Friday, and then went home.  I should preface this by saying that the woman really made me nervous because when I was walking here, I felt her eyes on me, and turning around, she was still glaring at me when I was a block away.

I went to my apartment and then went to get the mail which is unfortunately in front of her apartment.

As I was opening my mail, my guardian Angel said “look at your car.  look at your car”…and I have learned to listen to my instincts…there was a four inch nail with the tip poised in to my tire, which would have immediately punctured it the moment I moved the car.  To say I was stunned and shocked would be an understatement.  I immediately called the police, not knowing what to expect.    I was happy to learn that there are still good guys out there.

When he got there, I realized that she had put yet another nail in front of another tire!!  Good Lord!

When I had complained about this woman parking in my spot when she was asked not to, the secretary, who is a friend of hers stated,  “we’ve never had a problem with _____”  meaning I must be the cause of her acting out.

Well, I found out that she had harassed another apartment dweller, too.

The officer made a point of telling us to stay away from each other.

But like an abusive partner, she wrote me a note that she was a nice person, blah, blah, blah and we should start over.  The way the note was worded, she acted like we had some relationship, like we were friends and this was just a little tiff.

Well nice people don’t try to flatten other people’s tires especially when they haven’t done anything to them.  In another lifetime, I would have taken her words to honestly reflect her feelings.  But I have learned that only gives the abuser more incentive to do it again, with increased intensity.  After the officer left, I realized this woman was a control freak, a manipulator, like my ex.  They are experts at turning situations around to make themselves out to be the victim.  And they do not give up.  How anyone can assault another’s property and then claim they are the victim is mindboggling.

And all of this stems from her not liking my buffalo, my beliefs, my connecting with God.

And again I ask, “who would want to interfere with someone connecting with God?”

I am quiet.  I keep to myself.  All I want to do is just live my life and be let alone.  But since I have been here, I’ve been met with such hostility.

 

 

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