A tale of two dreams....

 

Notes From November

 

Social Science isn't science!

...  Social science isn't science it's a religious cult, and social scientists are more like cult leaders implementing Mass psychosis, psychological warfare disguised as a just and valid cause.

What is the big deal if we let social scientists go around calling themselves scientists even though they are noot?

A large part of the problem here is that words matter and their definitions matter. And once we go around making it acceptable to smudge and redirect definitions, we make it acceptable for others to do the same. This kind of intellectual Anarchy could even spawn something as crazy as people presenting theories as facts. Let's say for instance gender Theory, a definite Theory, not a fact, yet we have an entire country of institutions that find it perfectly acceptable to present this Theory as fact. I think that after the last few years we can all agree that this caused chaos in our society. Definitions are important.

Science by it's very definition involves facts, provable, concrete, set in stone laws that we as a society have all agreed upon. If someone States something as scientific fact and someone else on the other side of the planet proves it not be a scientific fact, through experimentation following the scientific method, evolving then it is no longer science.It may "feel" very scientific, but you have not produced any scientific facts, you have only played science with some data.

I'm here to argue that economics, sociology, psychology and any certain groups of these practice and studied phenomena pertaining to the evolution of the human species cannot in any way be categorized as a science.

First and foremost every human belonging to the species is 'biologically' absolutely unique just like every snowflake , no two could ever be exactly the same. Each of us is from a unique place, with a unique culture, and their own place in the timeline of our species evolution.

Human behavior and the complex interworkings of our society's, tribes and even daily lives, are constantly changing and evolving. As our species evolves over time every generation is naturally an improvement from the last. So, biologically speaking , I am a better faster and smarter creature than my mother, and my daughter is a better faster and smarter creature then I.

There are far too many ever-changing variables to make a controlled experiment even possible. This means that for these so-called experiments that these so-called social scientists do, multiple variables are changing every time. That in itself is not an experiment. If you are unable to isolate your variables and keep them constant you can never repeat the same experiment. If you can never repeat the same experiment then you can never replicate your results.

   

So when it comes down to it, if definitions are important, what you keep calling social science should actually be called social theory. And it actually was just theories until a handful of drunken Frenchman decided to go around creating isms all willy-nilly. Auguste Comte, came out with his positive sociology Theory, which was about as accurate as Reefer Madness. It's accuracy however seemed to be irrelevant, even after multiple philosophers, and scientists from multiple fields, tried feverishly to argue that it was nonsense.

Albert einstein, in an article titled why socialism, argued exactly this. 

Science is a tool for dissecting and understanding the universe around us. Once we properly understand the universe around us we can predict how it will operate. Scientific law is never changing gravity is always gravity. We then as creatures of innovation can you use these laws to then create new forms of technology. Gravity is yes gravity but the Wright brothers somehow found a way to defy gravity.

  It is here that I can add a unique perspective to this argument. Something that I can clearly see over hundreds of years of Scholars, there is an obvious cultural bias to the Western philosophies our current institutions hold. 

Thorstein velden, in his book The Theory of the Leisure Class, tryed to shine a light on this problem. He points out that the wealthy are evolving like a lopsided wheel, their vanity makes it virtually impossible for them to realize their own faults and course correct. 

But even as far back as Frederick Nietzsche in 1888, with the Twilight of Idols how to philosophize with a hammer, our most Brilliant Minds have been trying to course correct our species, but have been blatantly and as I might add now purposely ignored.

IIf all of humanity has lost faith in our institutions, why have we not fixed our institutions?

How and why have einstein, Nietzsche, velbon and hundreds of other brilliant  Minds been completely ignored? 

The answer actually very simple. They have not just been ignored, they have been hidden from you.

So social science, completely lacking the ability to function like science, functions more like a religion or a cult. Just like a religion or a cult, social science, relies heavily on belief and faith for its existence. Social scientist produced by our current Institution also exist in the paradigm of the western world which is suffering that lopsided wheel effect. The religious doctrine that this cult is now following it's very heavily culturally bias, and there is no such thing as course correction, and there never was, furthermore and most importantly there was never meant to be.

And I will say it again... why the f*** do we have a field that calls itself some kind of science, and yet ignores Einstein? Could it possibly be for the same reason that I love him so much?

I know why I love his article why socialism. It is a beautifully poetic description, with Exquisite detail,of his perception of Western society, 

..... We owe our existence to Conquest. 

....  the conquerors set themselves up as the ruling class. 

.... the ruling class created the churches and the schools. 

...... through the church and education they set up a system of values by which the people were unconsciously guided in their social behavior.

..... nowhere have we been able to overcome what thorstein velbin called the predatory phase of human development. 

Albert, is saying from his perspective, Western Society was created by predators, your churches and your schools are all predators, and those predators have been running Western Society, AKA america, as though it were one big MK Ultra experiment, from the very beginning.

Albert, is saying, from his perspective, we currently exist in this predatory phase. The evolution of our species is stuck here in this phase, and we cannot possibly predict what the next phase of evolution is going to be like because we have not yet evolved.

We as a collective species, do not know where we are going to go, we only know where we have been.. Minka Alexander 

It is now time for me to be a little bit in your face, and point out that the reason((it seems )) our species is incapable of evolving past the predatory phase of human development is because our current system in Western Society is designed to do specifically that. 

  

Perhaps, this is the reason why the free Masons, the grand architects of our western society use the symbol of the snake eating its own tale. 

Did these so called "architects" of western "society"  a enormous amount of the human Species, and purposely brainwash us into a paridoxical form of Stockholm syndrome?

  

   

Medicine woman suffers police brutality

         

      On Monday September 11th 2023, I had an ongoing argument most of that afternoon with A "Gentleman" ( Stephen Ferguson )I was renting a room from. After 3 weeks of occupying a room in his house, I had decided to move back out. You see this "Mr.Ferguson" had refused to accept payments , he wanted instead for me to be his "girlfriend". I tried for weeks to change his mind and when I finally was done 'Mr.Ferguson' was't happy . Late that afternoon, long after that argument had died down, while I was outside doing yard work, Clay County Sheriff's pulled up into the yard. That "gentleman" " Mr.Ferguson" had called them , and even proceed to place false charges on me. 

"Mr.Ferguson claimed ""I had shoved him and stuck him upon the face"" during our heated argument earlier that afternoon.   

                  Im A Native American Medicine Woman , Peace-full resistance , and Im pretty well know in Oklahoma, however this wasn't Oklahoma. I couldn't believe it when I was arrested, but I complied fully with the arresting officers. Even though I was not read my Miranda rights at the time of my arrest. I went with them willing without much of an argument. I was handcuffed and placed in the police car. Both officers were vary respectful at the time of my arrest. I even audibly commented to the officer in the car ride to the station that I understood he was only doing his job and that I wasn't upset with him personally.

      After arriving at the Clay County Police Station around 8:00 p.m. I was led in the doors,  my handcuffs were removed, and I waited patiently for directions.

       I was approached by a female jailer. A heavy set young woman in her early to mid-20s who immediately told me to take off all my jewelry. Which I did. She then told me I would have to take off my dreadlock extensions.

       I then clearly identified myself to her as I had done to the other officers As a Native American Medicine Woman.  I set down on the floor legs crossed and removed all the extensions I could, that weren't fused to my hair. Then I tried to explain to her that as a Medicine Woman I'm almost like a holy woman and my Dreadlocks are sacred to me, almost like part of my religious garb, They symbolize 11 years of dedicated practice and devotion to our traditions and beliefs some of the horse hair extensions have fused together with my original Dreadlocks.

         The young woman said it didn't matter, the copper wire, beads, and semi-precious stones could be used as a weapon to harm myself or others, and if I didn't remove them myself they would be removed by force.  However ,I had already removed all the extensions I could without cutting them off.

I told her that I couldn't because they're part of my hair now and she ordered the other guard to grab "the chair". 

     "The Chair" basically meaning a high backed metal wheel chair with thick straps on the shoulders wrists and ankles, they were going to use to hold me down as they scalped me. 

        I watch as they wheeled the chair over to me, I was in shock at first.. then overcome with Terror when I realized just how dark my situation was about to get. I asked them to call the native American police , I didn't know what they were called in North Carolina , In Oklahoma they call the native police Light horse, and they have jurisdiction over native citizens. I Began Begging them to put me in solitary confinement or a straight jacket or anything just not my hair. We hold our knowledge in our braids.  

       I Still cooperated and set in the chair as ordered.  I continued to beg and plead with tear-filled eyes as they strapped me down to the chair. Yet ,I held still and I allowed them to strap me down. I did not struggle. I did not put up a fight. 

        Once I was securely strapped to the chair I was wheeled into the holding cell, the young woman and two other male jailers,each armed with scissors begin the process of removing my sacred locks.. 

        To Properly clean my locks(in the traditional way) takes at least 2 days you have to remove stones and beads and copper wires. Which I normally do carefully and slowly in a safe protected place where I have burnt sage. And only on the black moon. All the different stones and copper wire in my hair also serve actual scientific purposes.   They protect me (like a Faraday cage) from bad frequencies and Energies,  and strengthen my connection to my ancestors and the great spirit. And these Ignorant Savages are about to just rip them off my head.

     I began singing my prayers to my ancestors and the great spirit, alternating between English and different native languages. I was calming myself trying to avoid or lessen the Panic and fear from from this already overwhelming experience. I closed my eyes and put my mind somewhere else. 

 What started off gently at first soon became rougher and rougher as they pulled and jerked my head in every direction. They alternated and took turns to give each other short breaks. Of course , no breaks for me, I just had to sit there and take it.

  The same young woman returned from her short break and began mocking me 

"I don't know what that is it sounds Hawaiian."

I ignored her silly racist comment and I just kept singing , but started singing louder to drowned her bullying out. 

Then laughing (the was a bully does when the think they hurt you) and she asked if I knew any other songs.

             I looked at her and said I would prefer to see my prayers to my ancestors as they ripped my locks from my head. 

              The young woman became increasingly more violent, painfully ripping at my hair, she began to say something else, but I sang loudly enough the sound echoing and bouncing off the walls of the  small concrete room drowned her voice out completely. 

 During the entire ordeal I would try to move my head to make it easier for them, both to avoid excess pain and to get this over with as fast as possible. However ,this young woman begin ripping actual hair from my scalp. Causing so much pain I would have to pull away and even causing me to jerk in responses to the pain. 

Her immediate response to my jerking away from her overly violent scalping job was to show me who was boss , by choking me out. She then placed her thumb on my throat, just under my right cheekbone, and pressed hard upward and inward cutting off my windpipe. She used enough Force to leave a bruise still visible in the pictures I took 48 hours later. I don't remember what she was saying after that, I remember hearing her voice but my brain clouded with the rush of endorphins which is a natural occurrence caused by brief asphyxiation.

When they were finished with the Savage Act of removing my locks they exited the cell, leaving me alone in the cell, still strapped to the chair for some time. I was still singing, I tried to turn my feet and hands to as close to a yoga meditation position as I could and did several breathing exercises to sooth myself and bring back my level head, clear mind,and Also in preparation for whatever was coming next.

                Eventually I was unstrapped from the chair and they wheeled it out of the cell and I was left standing there looking around at the so-called dangerous pieces of my dreadlocks all over the floor.   They had picked up the dreadlocks and some of the remnants but left strips of my copper wires, tattered hair wraps, broken beads and stones and even some of my old base locks scattered across the cell floor. 

           I sit with my knees crossed and my eyes closed and again put my mind somewhere other than in that room. 

    It was probably 30 min later before they interrupted my meditation to reinitiate the booking process.

I was strip searched booked and photographed by the same angry young woman who had just escalated that brutal violation of my human rights to a literal hate crime, in the form of police brutality.

After the strip search my undergarments were taken from  from me and i was forced to parade around the cold police station, as they finished booking me in and doing my mug shot, in only my thin tshirt and leggings, and unable to even cover or see the disaster they had left of my head.  I stood tall with my back straight and my chin held high. I didn't show a ounce of shame, or fear, or weekness, or self doubt. As though the entire nightmare hadn't just happened. I even cracked jokes and had to be told to stop smiling for my mugshot.  I stood there in  front of strangers dirty faced, half naked, cold,  my once beautiful and infamous locks now only short nappy locks mixed in to jagged bits of hair with little bald patches. 

"Occupation?" they asked

    "Im an artist, a model, I make you tube videos, and im the medicine woman for my tribe."

.. I finally returned to my cell with the so-called dangerous components still on the floor. I finally gathered them all up and flush them down the very dirty toilet in the corner of the cell. If I was going to be stuck in there for 2 days I wasn't going to stare at them the whole time. I cleared all the dangers remants myself and remove the constant reminders. I knew I needed a clear head and a strong mind and morning and moping and crying over my beautiful hair would only distract me and possibly cause me to react emotionally in the future instead of wisely. I couldn't afford any more loss of focus or Clarity in this dangerous situation and place. 

         I was held in the same small concrete cell for 48 hours straight a bright light stayed on 24/7 with no windows or sunlight. I was told the first day by the sergeant I would see a nurse, but that never happened.

        I was forced to remain in the same filthy clothes I was arrested in the entire 48 hours with the exception of my undergarments which were removed in the beginning during the strip search only return to me when I was released.    

       I was never given any soap or toiletries of any kind. I was only handed a crude rubber mat and two blankets and nothing else until they handed me my breakfast the next morning.

      I complained to the sergeant during booking that I had nothing to drink from and the sink was filthy as were my hands. So I removed the cardboard roll from the toilet paper and used it as a cup. He remarks not to waste the toilet paper because it's all I would get, to which I told him it was all still there rolled up nice and neatly I only needed a drinking cup. However I was still never offered an actual cup to put water in. I was even forced to use my milk box from The Breakfast the next day as my water cup for the majority of my stay.

      The day of the rest I've been working outside all day I was clearing a large fallen tree and some huge limbs from the yard. I broke them down using only a machete into smaller pieces and burned them off in a fire pit. I was still tuning that fire and even roasting food on it when I was arrested that day. So I was filthy covered in fire suit, yard debris, and a day's sweat. This doesn't bother me normally. However I was forced to stay in those filthy clothes for the entire 48 hours and never given any soap. I had to rinse my feet and hands and face in a small dirty sink with cold water, and dry them on my own blanket.

     48 hours later after my release I walked out of Clay County jail, holding a plastic grocery bag containing my sacred locks, my 100% dead cell phone(so I couldn't even call a ride to come get me), and my wallet. The wallet , the arresting officer had removed from my purse as I was arrested,but for some reason left my purse sitting there on the ground.  I did remember the officer asking if the purse was mine as I was being walked to the cop car. He was holding it in his hand and walking toward his police car, but I was being put in the other police car and missed it when he took my wallet out of my purse and left the purse behind. Also ,As terms of my release ,I was forced to have no contact with the "Mr.Ferguson" who had filed the false charges against me. 

So, the Police left my purse there , along with everything else I owned. An entire week later , I had to call the same police that had just assaulted me,and defiled my dignity,and spit me out the back of a jailhouse like a stray cat that had wondered into the wrong house, and have them escort me and stand by as I gather my belongings.

    When I was released, I didn't call that police escort right away, i instead went to a female friend's house. Finally able to shower and assess the damage I found 11 different bruises all over my body all photographed below, and all absolutely unnecessary. 

I realize that my head was covered in bald patches including one right next to my face where a dreadlocks had been ripped out of my scalp completely. Even short tubs of hair were they just chopped off entire dreadlocks with scissors ,leaving less than an inch of hair behind. Below ,I have before and after pictures and have photographed all the bruises. 

In the end , "Mr.Fergouson" stole over a thousand dollars worth of my belongings, and I was forced to stay in North Carolina for two months after the arrest. When he didn't show up to the court date the first time , the judge gave the case a continuance, in order to insure he was properly notified. When he didn't show up the second time , the case was finally thrown out. Mr.Ferguson of course didn't show up because the charges he placed on me were false. He never got charged with anything, not placing false charges , not stealing my belongings, nothing.