Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Please Ignore This Woman

Pretty Lady specifically requests that all of her lovely adored readers do nothing at all to help an extremely special friend of hers, who requires a miniscule amount of financial assistance to solve a mimimal blunder that she inadvertantly performed while visiting and caring for a seriously ill friend in need.

No, this lovely lady does not deserve a second thought from any of you. She never thinks of herself; why should you? She is continually preoccupied with appreciating the underappreciated, understanding the misunderstood, defending the helpless and clarifying wrongs, so that they may be righted. These unimportant and self-indulgent activities are clearly deserving of no attention and support from the rest of us.

Although Pretty Lady has inside information which suggests that small contributions, in the two-digit range, from an equally small number of contributors, could completely alleviate the embarassments in which this beloved friend finds herself, she requests that you withhold your assistance. Particularly as making Paypal donations is so simple, rapid and painless.

For what, in the grand scheme of things, does it matter if a loving, generous, selfless, brave, insightful, stoic, kind, wise, brilliant soul loses the precious home for which she has striven a lifetime, for want of a small contribution from you? You will forget about it quickly. It won't bother you at all, after awhile. Go look at videos on YouTube; there! Forgotten already.

See how easy that was?

UPDATE: Not quite so miniscule. You see what Pretty Lady means about the insight.


Anonymous said...

I replapsed yesterday; as a result I lost my house, my bank card, all self-respect and any opportunity I had to change my life. Welfare will not help me. I am living on the street: have nothing to eat, and nowhere to sleep. I have been awake for days.

I hate my life, I hate myself, I hate my choices; yet, I do this to myself time and time again without fail. Why?

My skin has changed colour (yellow) which means I've damaged my liver in the process, and my eyes are dilated from a permenent state of intoxication and detoxification. I wish for the pleasant surroundings of the psych ward, yet even these hospitalizations will not accept me.

I am alone, scared; I'm crying as I write these words. There is nothing I can do to stop this ongoing suffering; each time I try, I fail. I hope to God the Salvation Army shelter will help me, but what then? What can they offer me except a temporary bed from 7PM to 6AM. My stomache aches with the pain of hunger and I desperately contemplate going to the grocery store and stealing what I need to live, because I can't pay for it.

My possessions are gone, so on account of being homeless I am now relieve of all worldly material belongings. My life is the nightmare I dreamt about as a child; I would welcome death if it would grant me that mercy of comning soon. There are no options for me in my life today; no people to extend a helping hand, or offer compassion, let alone understanding.

People believe I chose this life; that my actions must have consequence; that the hardship of being human must be endured not enjoyed. I have been in this place of bitter depression before, yet not like this. I've never felt the intensity, disgust, and destruction as I do today. All doors are closed to me, jail beginnings to look appealing, and I begin to formulate how to get arrested and charged without being shot.

Jail terrifies me: being locked in a small cell, caged like an animal - left to pace the ten foot corridor that encapsulates his life.

Even the time limit on the computer I am using has expired. Pray for me, girl - cause I don't know where my life goes from here.

Pretty Lady said...

Chaos Fae.

This is a holy moment.

Do you understand me?

This is THE holy moment.

This is the moment that your life has been careening toward.

This is the reason you were born.

This is your task: to let go.

Not to let go of life; to let go. To stop fighting yourself, fighting others, stop, stop, stop.


Do not think. Do not plan. Do not decide.

Stop and listen.


You will be helped.

You will be given instructions.

You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You are love. You are loved. You arelovearelovearelovearelovearelove.

Anonymous said...

Dear Chaos,

I run a Salvation Army adult rehabilitation center (ARC). Please call us. We are more than a shelter. ARCs are six-month residential programs. There are ARCs in over 100 cities across the USA. You can find all our locations on the Salvation Army website. The Army also has other substance abuse programs in many other cities around the country. Please call and ask for an intake counselor. No insurance is necessary. God restores broken lives daily.

Jesus said, "The thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy, but I have come that you might have abundant life.." and, "Come, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Tomorrow AM at devotions, I'll ask all here to pray you find your way to safety.

Nancy said...

Pretty Lady, some good news is up on K's site!

k said...
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k said...

Yes, Nancy's right. It's not signed sealed and delivered yet, but I do believe it will be.

You were a tremendous help, Pretty Lady. I was rattled and shaken, and that doesn't happen very often any more. The comment you left, telling me everything would be fine? Once again, you were exactly right, in every point you made. You steadied me, you and so many others.

chaos fae. Listen to Pretty Lady. Listen to beau.

You are loved. We are among those who love you. You are not alone. We are here and want to see your suffering be healed. You have not lost everything. In fact, you may be finally at the point where your opportunity to change your life will be able to take root.

Without ever having met or communicated with beau before, I have a sense that this person means what they say, and are able and very willing to help you. That can only happen if you allow it to. Which really is all you need to do.

Take the hand beau is holding out to you.

Try, if you can, to let us know how you are.