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My health since the stroke, the excommunication, the witch accusations, and Etiole . . .

As has been requested (endlessly) EK's Star Log is returning to the internet. You can still read the original archive here... 

The reason you couldn't find it is because I set it to private un-index mode, meaning it no longer shows up in Google search results and can only be accessed by a direct link.

Meaning, if you didn't have the url for it, no amount of searching for it would tell you how to find it. Anyone who had the url could still access it though.

I had set it to private September 23, 2013, intending to move each page here to however, November 14, 2013, after only moving about 30 pages, I was beaten up and left paralyzed for 5 months, then spent 18 months relearning to walk. I am still crippled and have limited mobility.

Below is one of the blog posts that originally appeared on EK's Star Log. The original articles are still online but no longer indexed in Google. Links to the original article, are included with this post, as is the original posting date. Clicking the links will take you to the original site, where you can see the old Space Dock 13 website still online. Space Dock 13 as it looked when hosted on WordPress from 2003 to 2013.

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May 29, 2017 Note: This originally appeared as a comment in the comment section of the Amphibious Aliens Squidoo Lens, and was written in response to several questions that were in the comment section at the time.

While I have copies of all my own comments, unfortunately, when Squidoo went offline, the comments were deleted ad I do not have copies of them, only copies of my responses to them. Thus the questions I was answering are not included here.

UPDATE: My health since the stroke,
the excommunication,
the witch accusations,
and Etiole . . .

UPDATE: My health since the stroke, the excommunication, the witch accusations, and Etiole . . .

Posted on Tuesday, February 2, 2010 | Comments Off

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My Answer:

Oh my – this has become quite a heavy trafficked lens. There was on day it had more than 3,000 visits. It is getting mountains of comments still, but, for the time being, the comments are still on hiatus. I just do not have the time to read all of them, and several are, well, not nice, and are frankly too upsetting for me to scroll through right now.

Sorry there has been no updates for a while. The excommunication thing is still ongoing, but from what I am seeing and hearing, while a few bishops and priests are adamant on wanting me excommunicated, they have had no luck convincing the higher authorities of The Church that they actually have a good solid case with reasonable grounds for excommunication. It’s like I said before – there is nothing in The Church’s handbooks that back up the accusations of these few local men, and it seems that the Salt Lake leadership is rather inclined to view these accusations to be just as silly and ludicrous as I myself feel they are.

However, the local bishop (Dan Kenning) on the demands of his first counselor, Old Orchard Beach town manager Jim Thomas, has put out a recommendation of disfellowship with in the local church congregation, in other words, members who formally had contact with me and called themselves my friends, as now “giving me the shunning I so rightly deserve”. Go figure. It’s not like I haven’t been shunned before.

The first time I was shunned was when I was just 12 years old. Just goes to show how fickle these so-called “friends” really are. If that’s what they call friendship, well than I’m glad I never considered them to be my friends in the first place!

In any case, endless weeks of interviews and interrogation (which involved church leaders accusing me in “church court”, while I myself was not allowed to say a word in my own defense) has taken a toll on my health. I was scheduled for yet another of these closed door meetings with the Bishop and other church leaders on October 19th, 2009.

However, I did not attend my scheduled interrogation because an hour prior to the meeting I had a stroke, which unfortunately has had a devastating effect on my health over all. I temporarily lost the ability to walk unaided or to lift anything.

I also suffered from selective amnesia, which now results in my inability to remember anything that just happened to me. In other words I wake up today with no memory of yesterday. What little eyesight I had to begin with was also affected by the stroke.

Formerly I could see about 8 inches from my face, now I can barely see 4 inches from my face, changing me from “nearly blind” to “legally blind”.

It also had an effect on my ability to type, thus the reason you see a decrease in my blog posts, and my Squidoo lens building, and also why I retired from being a Squid Angel here on Squidoo.

The stroke also weakened my over all immune system, resulting in my coming down with a server case of N1H1 the first week of November, and spent the most of November and December in a nearly bed ridden state.

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I can’t remember the proper medical term for the type of stroke I had, I think it began with an “N”, but I am told that in simple terms it means “a stress induced mini-stroke brought on by a panic attack leading to a nervous breakdown leading to a stroke” and that this type of a stroke is a “warning sign” before a “major stroke” and that the only way to prevent the onset of a life threatening major stroke, is to remove all stress from ones life.

I have to ask, how it is I am supposed to do that, when I have not left my house in nearly 20 years, and my stress is caused by the vandals that refuse to stop trespassing on my land to destroy my property, kill me pets, and than burned down my house forcing me to live under a tarp, all in the name of “driving out my demon”, “getting rid of the witch”, and doing it “because God told them to”.

How do I get rid of this stress when it comes daily to my secluded near impossible to locate home?

I only ever left my house to go to church on Sundays, and it’s been 9 years since I’ve done that, due to the fact that members took to shooting me with paint ball guns every time I tried to go into the church!

How do I end the stress when I have to deal with these types of idiots who have nothing better to do than barge in uninvited into my life and harass me?

It’s bad enough I have no one to help me, but why do people have to go out of their way to hurt me? I fail to see the logic behind their actions.

I am, happy to report that, as of January 2010, I have regained my ability to walk, and my ability to lift things, so I’m back to carrying 50lb bags of grain and cat-food across the 500 foot path from the street to the barn several times a week.

19 cats and 100 chickens, take a lot of feed each week, and normally I carry 2 bags at a time on my shoulders, (100lbs) but the stroke had left me unable to lift more than 4 or 5 lbs at a time.

Seeing how I had no friends or family to help me while I was in my invalid state, I had no choice but to carry the cat-food and grain across the yard to the barn, in mixing bowls, because I was unable to lift anything heavier at the time.

Funny, I asked for help from some church members, so-called friends, and family members, and the answer I got back was: “You’ve got Etiole to help you. Have him carry the grain.”

Their sarcasm is duly noted, and I would like to take this time to answer them. Etiole as I have said before is a frail little creature. He is barely bigger than a small child. He stands about 5′ 1″, is desperately underweight, I seriously doubt if he weighs much more than 50lbs, and besides all that he is a notoriously fastidious fop. Besides his lack of body build, there is also his health to consider – as I said before, his health is not good, he is very weak, and rarely moves around much any more.

Another thing to consider is his age. He is elderly, very elderly. He is in his 80s or 90s.

Etiole is very, very, very, very old. He is near the end of his natural lifespan.

Plus he has “germ issues”, very OCD germ issues, that keep him far away from from contact with farm manure.

And did I mention he’s a fop? A fop = a man who could be best described as acting and dressing like an fancy, high society, elite, snob female. I did say he’s a drag queen. He won’t get his hands dirty. He won’t lift a thing. He’s the type who’d have a major overblown panic attack over a broken nail or a wrinkle in his dress.

So, even if he could lift anything (which he can’t), he wouldn’t.

No, Etiole is the farthest thing in the world from helpful when farm work is concerned.

The people who made the suggestion are already aware of these things, so their suggestion was nothing more than seething sarcasm, which is as about as helpful to me as a pile of ant dung.

And so, I continue the farm work, alone, but since the stroke, it has become a chore in itself just for me to walk the huge long path from the road, down the cliff, across the collapsed bridge over the brook, through the garden, to the woods, to the barn.

During the course of my severely weakened sick state, I was called in to the Bishop’s office on several more occasions, however, I being too sick to get out of bed, and only leaving my sickbed long enough to feed the cats and hens each day than crawl back into bed, I thus did not go to any farther meetings with the Church leadership.

They won’t stop.

I don’t know how to get them to stop.

I don’t bother them, I don’t talk to them, I don’t see them, I don’t even leave my yard any more in order to avoid them, and yet, they are relentless.

If any one knows of any way to get these creeps out of my life once and for all – please let me know.

Though, the fact that 16 of these people died in 2009, all from “freak accidents” -such as being hit by falling tree limbs or lightening, does indicate that if they don’t stop soon, Etiole is just going to annihilate the whole lot of them.

In any case, with 16 of the reoccurring vandals now dead in the past 7 months, I have had a greatly reduced amount of vandalism and stress, seeing how dead vandals can no longer invade my land and vandalize it.

Those people who told me to ask Etiole to help me, I guess, when people say to ask Etiole for help, they don’t realize what that implies. He may not be able to lift a bag of grain, but he is good at changing local weather patterns and sending hail and lightening where-ever he wants it to go.

So, in a way, I guess you could say that he helps out around the farm in his own way.

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