Dust to Dust, Back to Earth

I like nature walks like these in the real world. Not every one can or should follow me though. We all need OUR OWN TIMELINES and paths in life. You can follow me for instance online, but you can do it when you feel like, even in the YEAR you feel like.

I may be returning to Mother Earth themes in the future of my online publishing. Just focusing on health, body, the lands we live on, cultivation, herbalism, organics, gardening(?) even thinking spiritually about people and living. I’ve dealt with the past a lot in recent years and I don’t want to keep going on it. I feel stalkers and snoopers needed to be MORE AWARE why I’m not their actual target. I’m not well monied nor well connected. I had to be disconnected a long time ago. I was replaced by at least 30 people! I discovered… there IS NO SPOT FOR ME to take, slip into, or waiting for me anywhere in Hollywood even outside of it for the town. So I’m staying retired from it.

Here on my blog site, I may continue to post broader ideas and themes. I humbly apologize if there were people expecting me to be a full Hollywood Spielberg. I’m not the same blood, nor same kind of people. I’m more a bohemian, mellow, easy going type of person. Not fancy, just kinda average.

What is the “dust to dust” reference? It means I spent much of my time in my earliest years outside under the sun and skies even barefoot by choice. I like the idea of remembering the Earth and being a part of IT. I don’t have be “one with the human race” or “one with the entertainment’s hive mind thinking and experience”. Being a part of the entertainment industry, even as a friend and not-employed… means a certain ongoing awareness and thoughtfulness. I NO LONGER NEED TO “hold fast” to it. I am returning to “dusty things”. I’m dead to entertainment, but not so much to our Mother Earth. I still have things to do for it. TBD!

No more major corporation contacts!

Hey people, I was too young to be a real corporation executive in the 1970s. I had connections back then to future high paying jobs, but I got HOSTAGED… even taken around the world for a time. Mainly in Hollywood, people were injuring me and asking for money. I BEGGED to be disconnected. I didn’t want to spend my early years in life being attacked. It looked bleak, like criminals just planned to injure me, get money and kill me. Family members were injured too. So WE HAD TO BE DISCONNECTED. There was NO WAY OUT. The companies I had connections to were young and some in start up, meaning no dividends or pay checks anyway. So no hostage money for criminals. I just got cut off completely–no more future job. There were years, decades I lived in low poverty as a result. The criminals involved just kept demanding money and were even stealing survival monies. Some in L.A. PRETENDED they stole my wealth and clout. My health was poor, I was interfered with on so many levels for years and years… but I guess the memo didn’t go out and around? Not connected. Not making any money from anything for years. I was on a stipend to be kept alive. I don’t think I even made a phone call to any company owners to wish happy birthday or anything my whole life. So this idea of threatening to harm me for hostage monies is pathetic. Has been for decades now. Criminals just get frustrated and punished.

What this looks like I was an ACE of cards in the 1970s that people used… got turned into an average “3”, not even a clever deuce(“2”). Looking at things now, it appears criminals have been in denial all these years. May be why I wasn’t allowed to just go have a normal average working middle class life. They may STILL be pretending I have value somehow.

I’ve been a disabled person. In the past they’ve paid doctors off to not allow a disability letter. I’m mobile these days, just not healthy enough for full time work even at a desk.

National Slave Day

Today is actually “Labor Day” in the United States. It is a day we celebrate the achievements the country and the people within it have made in getting and giving work lawfully and humanely. Wishing I could toast to my own life’s work, I decided to create and propose something for everyone to think about: National Slave Day. It’s basically for everyone who were not able to get a stable steady income and life, even those who only experienced a slavery or enslavement a short time. http://nationalslaveday.org

Not about a “shame on you”. It’s purpose is education for those being enslaved and those promoting slavery in small and big ways. It takes a strong will to make improvements near and far.

The Person on the Phone Line

(very short fiction story)

A lonely person picks up a rotary dial phone and calls a random number. A voice on the other end talks to them for an hour. They never tell each other their real names and just…talk.

Back then the system wasn’t too good. There were pops and crackles, fuzzy sounding voices between clear times. Still they talked about things. Why the world doesn’t look right, why their lives are not what they expected. Dreams, hopes, loves and hates.

They laughed, and almost cried too. Out of fear of “ruining it” they choose to never speak again. Thank each other and hang up.

Those were better days. People talked to each other. Shared ideas without fear, without passing judgement. People knew how to be polite, considerate, authentic… even tolerant.

This takes places in the 1970s, USA. Back then, we had rotary telephones in homes and workplaces. They were called a “tele – phone” because unlike a telegraph… it was SOUND.

Shaking the Sky

Massive cloud formation over a rainforest, likely after a rain in the Pacific Ocean far from large airports and heavy industrial cities. Photo used with permission of the artist.

In my early life I probably flew on at least 10 different airlines and sizes of planes, with 20,000mi+ over ground around the world before I was 10 years old. I have a great appreciation for flying and even wanted to be a pilot of something with hard wings. Not putting down such an amazing industry with this blog post. Actually wish to nudge visionaries to think how to keep flying machines in the sky with less disturbance and lower fuel costs. I know this kind of leap in technology may not happen before I pass on into the afterlife!

Here is what I started to write about on my newish X Corp account:

“Random question… (see whole post for equation question) I’ve not done any research on… would jet fuel fumes in the air.. kill airborne organisms that are GOOD AT holding moisture? Does the “air noise” cause problems for clouds to accumulate and gather enough moisture to be able to produce rain? One big jet plane = [this amount of noise/vibration in the air] + [this amount of chemical seeding/comtamination into the air] which… causes = [how much disruption in the process of producing healthy rain clouds?]

What this means is… Are we shaking the sky too much and causing the moisture to scatter before it can form nice rain clouds regularly?

Thousands of loud jet planes are flying in the global skies in any given minute.

What if tech visionaries came up with flying machines that still carry a lot of people, and fast… but interfere less with the air they fly in?

This blog post isn’t just about advancing flying machine technology, it is also taking a bigger ‘think’ about the sky itself and how it is so key in the ecosystem of the Earth that perhaps… we may be disrupting it considerably with the current flying technology we have?

Life Puzzle

What is a “life puzzle”? How simple or complicated our lives are!

What I’d like to share is that we all have a puzzle to deal with the day we are born. It could be a simple life ahead or a very complicated one. What makes it complicated? Here is my theory: How many people you interact with in your lifetime. I say this because each person has to be dealt with in an individualized way and has at least one piece of your puzzle: They know you in their way.

This is a art mosaic of glass tiles on wood by artist “ShelaghJaneMosaics” that I found online. I picked this one because the content illustrates the idea of portions and pieces of our lives. Some of it can be very straightforward and obvious, other parts more abstract. It has elements of various emotions which could translate to life experiences such as events or human beings. “Puzzle” can also mean “confusion to be sorted out” and something like this image shows it. It even has peaceful and also hot colors reminding us of good and bad times. NOTE: I do not know the artist at all, and I am not presenting this image as a form of advertisement.

This was not something I was planning to write about. It came to mind because my own life looks simple, and it really is NOT AT ALL. I’ve had to figure it out myself: What is making my life complicated?

What is a puzzle? Essentially, it is a sum of pieces that come together to form a conclusion. A jigsaw puzzle is made of a single picture cut into unique-looking pieces.

Our own lives are a big puzzle, and it can take decades to figure out the “big picture” that is your own life. What the “complete view” of who you are in the big world we live in, the planet we are on. It can be a puzzle of big pieces like a pizza or a huge mosaic of thousands of small fragments of various sizes. How does your “life puzzle” look? What makes you, YOU?

This is a pepperoni pizza! Some people have lives this simple. Yes! Think of it as flat, round, not a lot of ingredients, no one piece is the same… some is saucy, spicy, smooth, crunchy… I found this image on the internet and it belongs to Zionsville Pizza. I never ate there, looks good though! Please send me an email if you tried it out?

If I can give advice on this, it would be to try to understand the pieces you think you know well. Those are: 1) what you need to accomplish daily, weekly, yearly, and long term, 2) who is involved that matters to you. Then you can think about how it all fits together to help you keep moving forward and 3) what pieces are missing. Thinking is good, keeping your own notes in a journal is GREAT. You do not need to be a professional writer to sort out your own thoughts about things.

I wish you well in learning your “life puzzle” and my hope you’ll work on it to help you understand yourself and the pieces that do and don’t belong to you!

I feel like an old lady writing about knowledge and wisdom for younger people. I am old enough to do this now authentically! Ha! I welcome you to read my other writings also. I hope they can help you find your own personal, inner freedoms even if you stuck at home, or in a boring job, or just in a rut.

Humans that Bridge Gaps

Railway Viaduct, Newport, Co. Mayo, Ireland was once a railway carrying steam trains, now is just a pedestrian bridge.

People in general are like bridges, also known as personal and professional connections. Myself and others that I know do feel like a bridge(s) and were controversial in that some wanted us, some needed us… some knew are connections were built very incorrectly and used badly too. Some helped me be a bridge some tried to “blow me up”.

Now I personally am authentically old(or well used, even with repairs along the way) and others need to take my place. You can’t mrdr me though, I am a human being who is simply RETIRED.. FULLY RETIRED NOW.

The analogy is… the “pieces of land” this bridge connected are eroded. This is not a “good place” to keep using or crossing upon. “Just go upstream or downstream a few miles and build a new bridge”.

Human retirees are like old retired bridges. Maybe originally they held up vehicles and many workers crossed them in a day… in their older ages birds land on them, grass and mosses too. A random sheep or dog and trail walkers cross. People even stand on them to enjoy the views or write poetry and paint pictures.

Old bridges stay around if they were useful and help newer people appreciate history. They may be made of good stones, or were built by a community that kept it working for generations. Old humans are like this too.

Lost and Found Bridges

I discovered early in life, some bridges that people crossed had different names to different people and the actual bridge may not have had a name for itself! Do you know how much trouble this would cause if people got the wrong directions and wrong names???

The message here is not every human being is YOUR BRIDGE to others, but they may be important to people you know. Big and small, short and tall, old and new, with or without a name.

KSPL a Non-Funded, Not-Licensed Radio Station

A long time ago in the 1970s, KSPL went live to a small audience and was repeated to multiple cities and states in the United States of America. Originally it was a self-funded, “public radio” that didn’t have a call sign or any real organization. Repeaters were “pirate radio operators” and continued the signal beyond its original 500ft.

By 1974, KSPL was a sought after radio signal attracting fans from all walks of life. It wasn’t funded and it received enough attention to get some tough protection initially, but its popularity caused fierce competition.

Over the decades the signal has been disrupted and boosted and the staff has survived multiple terrorist attacks. It was decided early on to keep KSPL out of the news media for the additional safety of the staff and friends involved.

Today in 2023, KSPL is still a self-funded broadcast to locals in California. There are NO formal agreements for content use transmitted and received. PIRATE RADIO OPERATORS may be using mechanical and also HUMAN repeaters and fraud knockoffs. Typical real content for KSPL are ordinary people living in retirement. They are non-criminal, non-mafia, non-gang affiliated. It is known that KSPL has a non-published signal frequency and is NOT responsible for criminal repeaters.

Please note: I am not admitting nor denying if I was or am part of the staff.

Flying an Airplane High in the Sky With and Without Perversions

Which one is the most cost effective and runs on time with the greatest overall satisfaction?

The one that does everything that has been planned and practiced, observed and refined?


The one that encourages careless errors, disobeying the flight path and ground control advice, even ignoring the weather forecast? With enough perversions, the plane may not even make it to the airport it was supposed to get to. If that plane has experienced enough perversions, it may even just explode in mid flight and no one fully understand how that happened.

This is actually a perverted writing post. It does not follow normal standards of structure. The simplest error is that the content is given in opposite order of the descriptive title.

Ask the Janitor

Honestly, if society does not want to pay someone to be responsible, you cannot make them be.

For instance, if the janitor is running the corporation while mopping floors… They may never get real information and people and clout… To make good decisions. They can only be a friend to chat with.

I am NOW FULLY RETIRED from even being a “friend” of a corporation. I don’t want to talk to people about company business. Or politics. It just burned me.

“ANGRY ME” – Mis-Identified Too Often in the 1970s+, I was not hired.

I just put something together after all this time. I want people to read this. I pray it helps people figure out WHAT HAPPENED.

ANGRY ME. Here is why.

The name “Steven Spielberg” was created by me IN FRONT OF M. Spielberg when I was VERY VERY YOUNG. It was my new professional name. But I had NO INTENTION of being a porn star. I was identified as a talented co-director even in childhood…but they KEPT ME AWAY FROM PORN. THEY DID NOT WANT ME TO BE A PORN DIRECTOR. They knew me. I guess others misread things.

M. Spielberg and her people likely created a MALE DIRECTOR off the name to replace me right away.

DUE TO TERRORISM… the people who knew me personally… probably were terrorized as I was also in the 1970s.

Those were not my own people. I was kidnapped to be around them.

I strongly encourage people to find out if Universal Pictures bought out porn producers in the 1970s. Their studio or their group, and/or their content and intellectual properties. The difficulty is… I was NOT actually part of the deal. If I was, I’d know a lot of people and they’d know me. I’d also be working regularly and making money. If I was retired, I would have had a verifiable WORK HISTORY.

Bye Bye to Hollywood!

I wish to say to Los Angelenos and Hollywood-ians and entertainment business people… thanks for having me around at all. Allowing me to visit at all! I am sorry it was not what I thought it would be. I do still enjoy motion pictures and tv programs you’ve created, produced etc. So keep on, keep on! 🙂

If ever I am in Hollywood on a back lot wandering around… please don’t hit me on the head… remind me to “go home”. I have been drugged in the past and didn’t know what I was doing!

Adding this on 7/26/23: I’m still waving! Reminding people I don’t have my own team, I am TOO SMALL to return. People who did know me decades ago have retired or other. Just not involved anymore themselves. Blessings to them also!