Monday, February 14, 2011

Memorial Day for Elizabeth

Saturday, Feb. 12 was the 17th anniversary of my abortion. Elizabeth would have been born in August 1994. Seriously, my life was so bad at that time I don’t think I would still be alive if I’d had her. The only reason why I know her name is because when a city bus ran a red light into my car in 2003 I had a near-death experience and I met her! I had never heard of that before! Having had the benefit of the NDE and the life review, I can see that there was more help available to me than I thought there was at that time but I will never know if I would have survived or not. I barely made it through those years, I am barely making it now. My son is 23 now, he was 6 at the time. He definitely thinks I did the right thing, that I would not have survived and he wouldn’t have made it as intact as he is. My life is a long, sad story. I want to make it happier.

I think it is remarkable that there really was a soul that wanted to pass through me but was unable to and that she went back to where we all come from peacefully, with no pain, and that she loves me yet. Many cruel, judgmental people would have me burn in hell for committing murder. For one thing, I was already living in hell on Earth which is why I had to have the abortion. For another thing, the very people who yelled in my face "don't kill your baby, we'll help you!" are the very same people who had already condemned me to the burning shame I was trying to raise my living child in! Those people do NOT want to help "sinful" single mothers. The welfare ghetto is punishment for having sex, I was told by the people who convinced me to have the child I was already raising.

I try to point out that even at the advanced stage of pregnancy that I was at, had she been born right then she would not have been able to live.
She would not have been given a social security number, maybe not even a name. No funeral or anything. It would be the same as miscarriage, simply bloody tissue to be disposed of and many tears to shed. I personally think that it is not an easy line to draw, even medically, at what stage an unborn is “viable” but once they are then certainly it would be morally if not legally wrong to abort them.

Before all this I grew up adamantly against abortion for any reason. Once I’d had my son and experienced the rejection and ostracism and exile of a life as a welfare mother I leaned slightly toward “choice”. It was only when I was in that most desperate of dire conditions that I convinced myself to do the unthinkable and even then I literally screamed bloody murder. It didn’t hurt, they gave me intravenous sedative. What made me scream was trying to change my mind while in the surgeon’s chair and they wouldn’t stop.

Later, an angry relative of a little 12-year-old black child brought her back to the recovery room where I was bleeding heavily and delirious. She demanded that I tell the little girl that abortion didn’t hurt and that she should follow through with hers. She was just a little girl. I smiled weakly and told her that it didn’t hurt, I was just scared. I told her that what did hurt was pregnancy, labor and delivery and everybody hating you for having a baby with no money and no father. I advised her to get the abortion.

This issue is complex. It really is about women’s freedom. It is about the fact that we as a people still perpetrate shame and stigma on a variety of women for myriad social deviances.  No woman escapes scrutiny and judgment. No choice is made solely by one individual. We live in community. Abortion is a social problem because unwanted pregnancy is a social problem. It is a medical problem. It is a legal problem. It is a moral problem but not nearly so immoral as the fact that society punishes women for being sexual, for having children alone, or for choosing not to have children. Birth control is imperfect and almost solely up to the woman. Research into effective male birth control is not a priority because controlling male sexual behavior is not apriority.

We live in a world where women’s sex appeal is used to sell everything from diamonds to donuts and girls and boys are conditioned to believe that women’s power lies primarily in her sexual attractiveness. We rush to regulate women and do everything possible to avoid holding men accountable for sexuality. Male supremacy, patriarchy, is the root of many social ills including abortion. Until other choices are made better available to women the need for abortion will continue. If you don’t want abortions to be legal, make a world where they are unnecessary.

If you can’t help a single mother or a woman faced with unplanned pregnancy, you can at least get off her back. The best thing you can do for everyone in every situation is love.

The things I remember about Elizabeth from my visit with her on "the other side" is that she really wanted me to live. I, like every other NDEr I've ever met, did not want to leave the love and peace of this existence I was experiencing with her. She told me there were beautiful things on Earth and that she liked blue butterflies the best. Then she blew me a kiss. I love you, Elizabeth.

the blue butterfly--a symbol of celebration of life and of new beginnings...

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sharebuilder

Sharebuilder is a great way to invest without spending a lot of money. You pay only $4 per investment and you can invest a set dollar amount rather than having to buy whole shares. Every Tuesday they pool everybody's investment together and invest all at once. So, you get to own stock in whatever company you want.

I own .9 shares of Starbucks that I paid $10 for and have already made a dollar. I bought .34 shares of Amazon for $21 and its gone up $4. It's fun and low risk.

Here's a link:

https://www.referinvestors.com/k/bDYfMhwaPiY1Ap8ABCQIDgsEDAw=/

Sunday, December 28, 2008

My Old Profile

I can at least put a link to my old Blogspost profile that lists all my old blogs:

lorian's old profile

OK, my Browser remembers me

My browser (at least Opera) remembers me and logs me in under this Blogger.com account but I still have no way of retrieving my old blogspot blogs from back in the day.  In fact, it was so long ago that it was when cable internet first became available and ATT was running it.  I hate going back in time via the internet.  I hate realizing I have been this frustrated for this long.  What did I have to stress me out before Google, before Netscape, before Windows, before computers, really?  Oh yeah, constant fear of nuclear holocaust via the imminent "first strike" we were constantly on guard for from the Russians.  What ever.   Now the Russians live here and they all seem either like Mafia/KGB or peasants who want to still live like peasants only in the suburbs.  The world has become surreal, what will art become?

So, you Don't remember me then?

OK Blogger.com  Why the hell bother having me click "remember me" only to completely forget me as soon as I log out and try to log back in to test you?  Who ARE  you people?  Is this the technopoly we have all feared?  Is Google run by artificial intelligence that we have to play a wicked game of Chess or tic-tac-toe with remotely only to never, ever be answered by a real, live human with the ability to think independently?  

How man god damned Google Blogger.com accounts do you want us to create?  By setting us in an infinite circle of loops and forgetting who we are every time we try to log in you are just reproducing wildly and forging no real new content.  This sucks.  My own browser won't even remember my login and password.  It keeps putting in my default email address rather than the one for this actual website upon return.  How sick and twisted.  I think I will sign up for a new Google Blogger.com account with my default email address just to participate in the freakin cirus we have here.

And another thing...

Why, oh why, does this freakin Blogger crap continuously prompt to create new "Google" accounts every time I attempt to remember which email address I used to create the damn thing?  I now have at least 3 blogspot accounts, only one of which is an actual google email address.  Remember when the Internet was fun?  Well, no, actually because I did tech support for Netscape back in 1996 before MSIE was created and it was monotonous chaos then, too.  I'm tired.  I give up.  For now...

I Want My Blogspot Blogs Back!!!

This is insane.  I made some really great blogs back in 2001 but  cannot access them to import them into this stupid new Blogger.com crap from Google, who, by the way, replaced a perfectly good newsgroup archive named Deja.com  I hate Google!!!

Also, while I am getting this off of my chest, my Google search engine has been hijacked!  Every time I "google" something, even if I am using Yahoo search engine, the links come up OK but if I click on a link MSIE or Mozilla Firefox and even Opera goes into eplieptic spasms for a few seconds then spits out some sort of spam site.  Efforts to kill this hijacker by normal means have been unsucessful.  Which leads me to my next rant.

Why the hell aren't Spybot and McAfee protecting my browsers?  They take up all this freakin RAM and then don't even work!  AAAAAAHHHHH!!!