tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81433175278891519992024-03-09T18:47:12.555-08:00Fair Play FactsA blog of my experiences in corruption, obstruction, legal, change, learning and growing as I fight for justice in my husbands unprosecuted homicide .Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-54967914828095775672024-01-13T16:20:00.000-08:002024-01-13T16:20:38.461-08:00Energy Kill!<p><span> </span> ~Positive thoughts breed positive results</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the past several years I have found myself changing. The change has come gradually, a spiritual change, one that has made me aware of <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span>. We are continuously bombarded by others <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span>. Problems, life challenges, relationships and attitudes. Good or bad these vibrations can and will rub off on you and trust me they do.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The more I grow and challenge myself, it becomes even more difficult to be around this <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span>. While I am setting goals and figuring things out, others have idea's and or opinions on what I should be doing or what they would like me to do or be. Instead of promoting my goals, helping me out or even some kind of positive feedback.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU6DGdyxXik6MYekj5vX3sh22EQPGVO35I5GeRzJFWtqgMJ262PpwlEaaJqbGj46V1fQ66DqwEBFcO-DHMxcawCMHLaEpzj4gphDX8zi924wVBa3dvuXZGV4-sZ8H-dvQbQIAQgJurMiTZ_P77sEKxpIY70AF9XJjo-XRwKHkgmdr9zUBYWBw1jz8ZRxz/s1136/IMG_0624.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU6DGdyxXik6MYekj5vX3sh22EQPGVO35I5GeRzJFWtqgMJ262PpwlEaaJqbGj46V1fQ66DqwEBFcO-DHMxcawCMHLaEpzj4gphDX8zi924wVBa3dvuXZGV4-sZ8H-dvQbQIAQgJurMiTZ_P77sEKxpIY70AF9XJjo-XRwKHkgmdr9zUBYWBw1jz8ZRxz/s320/IMG_0624.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>CHANGE IS GOOD, CHANGE IS INEVITABLE</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As my life was at a standstill, I could tell I was being suffocated by this <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span>. Coming at me from the left and the right, up & down. As I am offering support to others, positivity, all I was getting back was negative. I finally decided to take a break from it all for awhile, time alone, peace!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Almost instantly things changed. My soul balanced out and the universe started moving again. I had become jailed in this <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span>, which prevented me from moving on. Constant negative <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy </span>kills and devours which reflects in our lives.</span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TcnO6dZ9VOBMQWLxlG5GGFrz9urSp1PO-TMjV8KZKofQeqNVFNeyuRbMOsxIo9NbfFORWhoIu9l8Vrn3VV4w6WPDKZ31msjlZP0qIntRHgw_CGJdmydg-Rs81LMBhLNTD-29YhT_UprVn86jm85eq_qiOsama62UYNKT2VPhUHGnSaouCBrY0ZcWbQoo/s1136/IMG_0621.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TcnO6dZ9VOBMQWLxlG5GGFrz9urSp1PO-TMjV8KZKofQeqNVFNeyuRbMOsxIo9NbfFORWhoIu9l8Vrn3VV4w6WPDKZ31msjlZP0qIntRHgw_CGJdmydg-Rs81LMBhLNTD-29YhT_UprVn86jm85eq_qiOsama62UYNKT2VPhUHGnSaouCBrY0ZcWbQoo/s320/IMG_0621.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Energy</span> is life. You get what you give, you are what you eat. I refuse to have negative <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span> affect my outcome, my friendships, my happiness, work and my life. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Time to warrior on, to explore into new beginnings and a walk in a beautiful, colorful, fragrant garden of POSITIVE <span style="color: #2b00fe;">ENERGY</span>;)</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vcjh6qNJlcb-Hov6haSX4gzm76qWT-T_gIMiriLKxLIvotO8fVE9tRjw6yuKzrzd8xJ1Mhyp4mjWd55rJkF3cmJxwXoqylqkghGB7Cix_iVd1Zif6dwc_3O-N31jsJukW9B25FKw-37v_VTfFOBCk38XhHzf-xdoSj_3JsRs_kJyKSB3LMED2CxSDXXk/s1136/IMG_0622.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vcjh6qNJlcb-Hov6haSX4gzm76qWT-T_gIMiriLKxLIvotO8fVE9tRjw6yuKzrzd8xJ1Mhyp4mjWd55rJkF3cmJxwXoqylqkghGB7Cix_iVd1Zif6dwc_3O-N31jsJukW9B25FKw-37v_VTfFOBCk38XhHzf-xdoSj_3JsRs_kJyKSB3LMED2CxSDXXk/s320/IMG_0622.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Happiness radiates when you let go of negativity and embrace the power of good <span style="color: #2b00fe;">energy</span></span></p></div>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-77861480913834977542023-10-19T10:59:00.004-07:002023-10-19T11:48:22.924-07:00These Boots Are Made For Walking<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>"Got Your Back" 9/8 Con't</i></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Now that weeks had past since Frank's homicide and I had heard nothing from anyone in Clearwater, I was getting more and more concerned. I would get the occasional text from the investigator, whom was very vague on who, why and what and my loves on the other side where being hush, hush. I realize now that is because I needed to do this, to figure it out. Those on the other side are not allowed to directly intercept, they can guide but no direct information. Being a slow learner, my father would soon get gently involved.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf74pQjU8gsH0PqUG2dFuF1Zn_ietN5CAEKHuBEzEJqIw7Kthi9ICTeun27XGiw0CceqWO1yIsTO1ozmuoyeYedXVn66hrqmBjLKOpWK3F8sD6DWdUlICXTSvHrvYfkC_4jVa2TNjiq09d8_5za1dxx3IeHkrSOPLsq5pJWbja5q4-2c8cKnZcZaDdE8S1/s1136/IMG_8373.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf74pQjU8gsH0PqUG2dFuF1Zn_ietN5CAEKHuBEzEJqIw7Kthi9ICTeun27XGiw0CceqWO1yIsTO1ozmuoyeYedXVn66hrqmBjLKOpWK3F8sD6DWdUlICXTSvHrvYfkC_4jVa2TNjiq09d8_5za1dxx3IeHkrSOPLsq5pJWbja5q4-2c8cKnZcZaDdE8S1/s320/IMG_8373.PNG" width="180" /></a> I knew something wasn't right but had no clue what it was!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">At the prompting of my sisters, I started my hunt for a wrongful death attorney 2,800 miles away. Little did I know that in 2 phone calls, God was going to connect me to my first clue.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This wrongful death attorney who I signed on with, as I found out much later, had the driver and the owner of the vehicle, aka father, in his office a week before I ever contacted him. This attorney within 4 months of my husbands homicide tried to get my endorsement on a settlement, with clear statements on no future legal provisions. This attorney told me .254 is a beer! This attorney has been up to no good, needless to say he got fired, to be delt with later. This was my first introduction into what may be going on behind the scene. Gods watching closely. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowwgNx5-eWrxq0kCPOSwFzfM3xp7Fmxrd40sp8Z2tmuqCehZYWAV5bd896ZK_Wrhy58tcCK462J8zuxGkNe2CAXC14BrSdK_wU9J6RG2Aq1jjITi89z3wbO_-PH44X9Zrb6Yv-kmCh07WAuZXRO5PvL8xOX2YOw8kXAt86Of3e1e3iMkpxZspBXuFiz0X/s1136/IMG_5026.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowwgNx5-eWrxq0kCPOSwFzfM3xp7Fmxrd40sp8Z2tmuqCehZYWAV5bd896ZK_Wrhy58tcCK462J8zuxGkNe2CAXC14BrSdK_wU9J6RG2Aq1jjITi89z3wbO_-PH44X9Zrb6Yv-kmCh07WAuZXRO5PvL8xOX2YOw8kXAt86Of3e1e3iMkpxZspBXuFiz0X/s320/IMG_5026.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Back to square one! Now I am in the 5th month after Franks death and no one is saying anything. I have a NJ attorney who is trying to make sense of it all and I am combing through pages and pages of an incident report (that is all I was ever given), to find something, anything. Losing my mind, I just cannot figure out what and why they have done this to me and to Frank. Never having experienced a homicide before I thought the investigator was the prosecutor. I never knew that DA's and SA's are the ones responsible for prosecuting a homicide yet soon this information would come forward. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">My best friend RJ and I would have countless conversations, also my sisters who used to work in law but no one even thought to mention that a prosecutor should of contacted me. This was the missing piece of the puzzle that I would soon put together.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasUCwz2pPCewnJuNcgu4z799SOSh2JfGogNKm-GHexbqRi5hERAQkW-XKmWnOH8K7scvZJ1KXbT0L0huJz9_8ji_N2P2mToYdhdcQQG8czW7LHSq6q8U_G4ZFSdVLQBieozpBzNLTsuVlI3wCxH7C4i6qPOHUX1xCXMPjeA3yD7NDQ2FFqUOucPPIfhqA/s1136/IMG_8376.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasUCwz2pPCewnJuNcgu4z799SOSh2JfGogNKm-GHexbqRi5hERAQkW-XKmWnOH8K7scvZJ1KXbT0L0huJz9_8ji_N2P2mToYdhdcQQG8czW7LHSq6q8U_G4ZFSdVLQBieozpBzNLTsuVlI3wCxH7C4i6qPOHUX1xCXMPjeA3yD7NDQ2FFqUOucPPIfhqA/s320/IMG_8376.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Countless sleepless nights, I had to figure out my next move. Grieving is one thing but when you combine that with corruption the soul has to rest and regroup. As I regrouped my parrot got busy with many coming through, day after day, yet I could not understand much of what they were saying. It's like everyone on the other side is talking at the same time, on different levels, Frank would throw in the occasional "don't Yell"! Very difficult to understand until one day as I was trying to converse with them, my father shouted as clear as day, "<i>daughter, you must go to Florida to find the truth</i>"!! BAM there it was! I was in shock realizing that #1 he got his point across, #2 that I have to go to this hell and I was sure this was a very serious situation. And #3 who was going with me, who was strong enough to get the truth with me, fearlessly? I quickly replied, I will Da, I will.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I am a betting gal and was putting my money on the fact that there are no coincidences, all of this, everything that had happened to Frank, the lies and total avoidance that I had to endure, had happened to others before. Many of us live in a world of convenience, many afraid of change, some complacent, fearful. Fear is not a word I allow in my existence. I realized they must be dealt with, whoever they are.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Within 2 weeks, the only person whom I felt was organized, strong and cared enough to get involved was RJ. She agreed to meet me in Florida, we set the date and she organized most everything, our hotel, car rental, which I can't put into words how much I appreciated, being I was falling apart, dying inside. We planned a quick in and out. I kept everything pretty quiet about our trip, only close family (including Frank's parents) and my NJ attorney knew we would be going into Clearwater, to find the TRUTH. </span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhznV3cEvtfmyswcKSEa3Rmuvxsc2QjD__jW5_ixUJXB6BBm6mWtfuHpEz_NFfQKjBczWj_hyphenhyphen2rvXF7osdBK4xLu1FlsVmX70DVT8POBjALGg6H5Qwve-pCnlDB-iyCygJW7i-nQ1G1lz23vMGCu2Cfdt9Xe-vKIIwzwLjpSK8kezEajliP1No436BkuGhB/s1136/IMG_8377.PNG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhznV3cEvtfmyswcKSEa3Rmuvxsc2QjD__jW5_ixUJXB6BBm6mWtfuHpEz_NFfQKjBczWj_hyphenhyphen2rvXF7osdBK4xLu1FlsVmX70DVT8POBjALGg6H5Qwve-pCnlDB-iyCygJW7i-nQ1G1lz23vMGCu2Cfdt9Xe-vKIIwzwLjpSK8kezEajliP1No436BkuGhB/s320/IMG_8377.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>The truth will set you free! Which is what I & my </i></b></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>bff are about to discover as we put on our big girl <span style="color: red;">boots</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>and <span style="color: red;">walk </span>down the road of stagnant crap, years of it. </i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I am my father's daughter.<br /></i></b></span><p></p><p><br /></p></div>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-513643207982607372023-10-02T13:09:00.004-07:002023-10-03T12:16:13.480-07:00Trust No One<p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I often mention on ads or posts that we should #trustnoone. It comes off funny yet my intentions are true. I have noticed a disintegration of mankind, a serious destruction of care and concern in our country, which may be world wide. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">The lack of concern for others time, the poor me attitudes and down right inconsiderate actions. Which may stem from the recent knowledge that our government has been run by thugs and attorney's for the last decade.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGhgC_P9I1lL_i8qOYKxBV4w-S73OAZKBOm-_GDDrckH_g5Mm7EDmWiqcfEiUPpa3kDGhzWmRyr23ZR19958SOTAzGLibK2xY3D8LRYVEQ_x_Le23keYZnGmNgG7UtAxFXaWVowMSuvXerxsmpAyKc55pCDd7kQvHq9C8n_63AjgEh_4-xqSdk5ySXkds/s1136/IMG_7990.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGhgC_P9I1lL_i8qOYKxBV4w-S73OAZKBOm-_GDDrckH_g5Mm7EDmWiqcfEiUPpa3kDGhzWmRyr23ZR19958SOTAzGLibK2xY3D8LRYVEQ_x_Le23keYZnGmNgG7UtAxFXaWVowMSuvXerxsmpAyKc55pCDd7kQvHq9C8n_63AjgEh_4-xqSdk5ySXkds/s320/IMG_7990.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br />Or is this rampant disassociation for others well being from pure narcissism? Are people giving up and joining the crowd or has it been learned? Either way it's leading to idiotic behavior and its changing how we associate with each other.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I feel like a stranger in my own world. Everything is changing for me when and how I express care for others and the way I treat them. I rarely meet someone without an agenda. Everything seems to be disintegrating, it is now a doggy dog world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Young and old have become inconsiderate. Our system is allowing, almost glorifying theft, drunk driving among other things by not following law. Doctors now question motives, lumping distrust equally within their practice, a distrust they invented. Even just driving down the street, I see drivers who don't care if they take up 2 lanes or park sideways to inconvenience others. Years ago realtors questioned their clients to get the best fit, now it's a free for all. Show everything, get the money, with no consideration for anyone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Maybe it is where I live, maybe it is not as bad in other places, yet I doubt it. I pride myself with honest and have been trusted into the realization that many just have an agenda and that is all they really care about. An agenda full of self indulgence and self protection.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Could it be that this self absorbed aroma penetrating our society is related to the fact that we have greedy, careless people running our cities, states, judicial system and government? Have we given up as a society because we realize that nothing matters because nothing changes?</span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhDQWHHBbD8K-ZavtcfO_ExYtlVtSLWX9be-KZ7DQD0Xbvd5Dpn4jxTCgUxEjQOU6tMZg7KSKtM1rgxEaZeRZ2jE3DA1wUzAFGb2xAf2__sDrApsqzcpUikAjts1qfTIlh4XrKnLjnfnlNLL_FiIWq1ndrJGo-JHDPjjQum73EupakOy4ucYgCQQlknLF/s1136/IMG_8009.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhDQWHHBbD8K-ZavtcfO_ExYtlVtSLWX9be-KZ7DQD0Xbvd5Dpn4jxTCgUxEjQOU6tMZg7KSKtM1rgxEaZeRZ2jE3DA1wUzAFGb2xAf2__sDrApsqzcpUikAjts1qfTIlh4XrKnLjnfnlNLL_FiIWq1ndrJGo-JHDPjjQum73EupakOy4ucYgCQQlknLF/s320/IMG_8009.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I just can't figure it out and now I am becoming jaded. Trust should mirror trust, consideration for others should be too. I now look at everything differently and have found peace in being alone. So much less stress vs dealing with the deceitful, undependable souls out there. It really is just safer and easier to expect nothing, keep to yourself and #trustnoone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">. </span> </p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-1056742321579931612023-09-08T14:26:00.004-07:002023-09-08T14:48:44.679-07:00Got Your Back!<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCrxfsHwtsS_-d0qFdIrRZO9nZ2Gy7U7EyTWtluFQOrUtwWeJ42b49jeGKWmI8TF7b35aoJ8q2mzb_mUoDsHoQtQPhaGWhJ9lFKvr6S9zH1IMLknJ46xRQ3UoMH8fU-G04b5cUL5mjjN4-VttW5-wtIxp3KJSc676eKXhcPMcnrGJlGjIbRrck_ocyvIk/s1136/IMG_7540.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCrxfsHwtsS_-d0qFdIrRZO9nZ2Gy7U7EyTWtluFQOrUtwWeJ42b49jeGKWmI8TF7b35aoJ8q2mzb_mUoDsHoQtQPhaGWhJ9lFKvr6S9zH1IMLknJ46xRQ3UoMH8fU-G04b5cUL5mjjN4-VttW5-wtIxp3KJSc676eKXhcPMcnrGJlGjIbRrck_ocyvIk/w254-h320/IMG_7540.PNG" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">"You Talkin to Me?" 8/20/23 con't</span></div></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Now that I know Frank is with his angel, my mind cannot stop thinking about how he died, who took his life and when I am going to hear from anyone in Clearwater, Florida about his death. In the first week, I had not heard from a soul, so I tracked down the Investigator, who said he was checking on things. No word of who, what, why! So I allowed myself to focus on the other side, not realizing that at this time, the tampering of evidence and protection of what I would later discover was a .254 drunk, was in the works! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As I sat in my living room pondering and in pure despair, JoJo bird was sitting quietly, when all of a sudden the aroma of cigar smoke was surrounding my senses</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It was as</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> if someone was sitting next to me puffing away. I thought to myself who do I know that smokes a cigar? Racking my brain, I could not remember anyone and then JoJo in a peaceful voice says "pup pup, pup pup". I replied out loud, pup pup (our dog Chewy's nickname) doesn't smoke you crazy bird. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Over and over again she gently said pup pup, pup pup until it came to me, this was my grandfather "Chaulky" who's nickname was Pop Pop and whom was fond of cigars. I never got to meet him, he died before I was born. This first introduction to my pop pop was something I needed on that day. To know that he is here for me and has my back, as I go through this soul wrenching mess, gave me comfort. I realized he will be by my side, I could feel his love and I pray he felt mine.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">💗</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>This is an understatement </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxOXAkd52gPXCkIHHyfxzoe4zBBAosUy1wlKJ6Nli7En_Krw41Dx9FE92fEZFluBkmL0LXwW7X37hu3Kr99t38CSMaejJ8j-0GciPlkayuXbrFjIkFJJrDOwle0AwTxP62ooBA_G1Ex4sYqqhlZJkhhBvYoRRUNECEIlmfRpm-bv_hNH2sq8I7IMlh8Vo/s1136/IMG_7541.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxOXAkd52gPXCkIHHyfxzoe4zBBAosUy1wlKJ6Nli7En_Krw41Dx9FE92fEZFluBkmL0LXwW7X37hu3Kr99t38CSMaejJ8j-0GciPlkayuXbrFjIkFJJrDOwle0AwTxP62ooBA_G1Ex4sYqqhlZJkhhBvYoRRUNECEIlmfRpm-bv_hNH2sq8I7IMlh8Vo/s320/IMG_7541.PNG" width="180" /></a> In My Home;)</i></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">When someone I love went to Heaven, there's was definitely a lot of Heaven in my home! As my family on the other side, just kept on talking. I patiently waited to hear from Frank and would occasionally here a grumbling, like a pirate, which is totally Frank. So I thought I should start recording as I was having a hard time understanding.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Well into the third week after his homicide, I was a big mess of emotions as I still have not heard anything from corrupt Florida and at this point don't even know if I could handle it, so I agreed to pet sit a friends puppy, anything to get my mind off of things. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">As I lay on the sofa with a splitting headache, I could hear the gang talking away in the other room, so I turned on my phone video camera and placed it on the table.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Louder and louder they got, so I went into the room with phone in hand and explained how I had a headache so they needed to chill. This little puppy followed me into the room and when he did, I felt it necessary to throw in "this is a puppy and it's not mine"! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">The next day I played the video back. To my astonishment, there was a lot going on. First of all, I am obviously in pain, then I hear a door open to my left and just then someone, a male from behind me, in a strong but tender voice... says "I don't know". I got up at that point and walked into room with this puppy following me, where there are many voices, with one being very clear. After my puppy comment Frank replied "good"! His tone didn't seem angry about the puppy, it seemed like "good" that's all she needs now!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">On this day my true journey begins, I am positive that beautiful voice behind me is Charlie, my loving guide, who was responding to another soul (not sure who, I could not hear the voice) yet I am sure they were inquiring about my well being. And my husband, my love is now safe, communicating, learning through my other loves. My patient mom, my feisty grandmother, my funny father, my caring pop pop and others who will soon be known.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">It's an interesting feeling to know that they all have "got my back!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmvuEL8u4PfEiLJntU3qslN3r_6oI3Ae8QsaVlxgRPh76KuR1A4k8MMtXYL7mMMKQK_Vhs_-7IzJMHxCRNKtAcVLlHEcei7L5PnXHkxAbbco9bV4oU5ltKIGttce5-HGoFcwufEgvBOtnbRzf9mKsbcKwW0mWwI9rkeUcsDPzAW44BUnF6AwEd5tWvzD6/s1136/IMG_7550.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmvuEL8u4PfEiLJntU3qslN3r_6oI3Ae8QsaVlxgRPh76KuR1A4k8MMtXYL7mMMKQK_Vhs_-7IzJMHxCRNKtAcVLlHEcei7L5PnXHkxAbbco9bV4oU5ltKIGttce5-HGoFcwufEgvBOtnbRzf9mKsbcKwW0mWwI9rkeUcsDPzAW44BUnF6AwEd5tWvzD6/s320/IMG_7550.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-9894718890641390342023-08-20T12:16:00.001-07:002023-08-20T12:16:55.029-07:00You Talkin To Me?<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Spirit never sugarcoats. It speaks only truth on a need-to-know basis"</span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Anthony St. Maarten</span></p><p><br /></p><p> One Souls Adventure 8/3/23 cont'd</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angels, spirit guides, family who have passed. Where are they as Frank still shows himself a week after his homicide. He is still here, I can see him. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Some say that spirit guides represent parts of our unconscious minds. Others and I am one of them, believe that they are assigned to us before birth. I know for a fact that my main spirit guide (there seems to be more than one) "Charlie" has been with me always.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Charlie is rather humorous and has the most beautiful, deep voice. He makes appearances through dreams mainly, yet I have video of Charlie speaking behind me. He always has my back and watches out for me, especially through this trauma. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I have had many experiences with angels and realize they have never walked to earth. It's to my knowledge that our spirit guides help us through life and on to the other side. They are that little inner voice. So where is Franks guide? Why so evasive or slow or even lazy was my thought. A thought that was soon proven wrong, like a bolt of lightning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLJ1rHrPB2Kswz2RB8kGcYdAH-llXwmIpG4dFsgdzg56bTtfJkHmeQB4LDZFLpSky7qGzeYxVs11FLf03gtvtc2g5KXJE4ep5llFSS7c501XAcKRMebJFn168vhlJm89CN6WUmHLyv4nvVNa_DZ908YAWt3PI0gSbRxYkaigC7rnf-ol3FlVvNbCsJ9v6/s1136/IMG_7174.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLJ1rHrPB2Kswz2RB8kGcYdAH-llXwmIpG4dFsgdzg56bTtfJkHmeQB4LDZFLpSky7qGzeYxVs11FLf03gtvtc2g5KXJE4ep5llFSS7c501XAcKRMebJFn168vhlJm89CN6WUmHLyv4nvVNa_DZ908YAWt3PI0gSbRxYkaigC7rnf-ol3FlVvNbCsJ9v6/s320/IMG_7174.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">On the 8th day after his passing, my sister notified me that my niece had started a go fund me to help with costs. As many know, I never got introduced to advocates during this very traumatic event because of the corrupt cops & prosecutors. So this was intended to help and help it did in the most unusual way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">As I sat in the master bedroom, reading the copy of the GFM which speaks of crossing a bridge on a rainy night and then meeting an angel, who embraces and takes the soul off to heaven. My eyes swelled with tears and my thoughts went to Frank and where was his angel? When all of a sudden a loud voice came from the living room..."Hey Deborah! It's Angel!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I could not believe my ears! This soul was talking to me and addressing me by my birth name!!! I was very proud of myself as I heard my own voice responding quickly and with an important question. "Who's angel are you?" I shouted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The energy in the house was high, you could feel it, as the voice which was male, definitely a New Yorker, shouted back "it's Angel, I've got Frank!!! Like a jack rabbit, I darted out to the living room. As soon as I entered the room, I could feel them leaving and then silence. No static.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As my energy started to come down, my thought soon focused on Angel. Not only did I just communicate directly with the other side but with a bold, direct soul, who absolutely came from New York. He had that cocky approach and reminded me of the cab driver on the movie "scrooged", a visual I would never forget.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I also pondered that he was for sure not an angel, he was like the crazy side kick. He was Franks spirit guide. Now it all made sense, Frank was always a little feisty, I am sure that's because he was lightly being nudged.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzvDKjH7K0a_kpOJN2ngnk9ZXC3hiRbdLPVt_IMhx4ytzVN13TdbjYR0o78D-Pp0_3FkW99nYuCsgldkqB9WxBdlWOso2it2KyZftJ1supgiOyMcfUjy1uQTPCvhnJIRdkmv7Cil9VC9yiknluUUZ57sJMjMBbCrNKPfWwDzALqCUk9pLukkcpMLOAHFF/s1136/IMG_7188.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzvDKjH7K0a_kpOJN2ngnk9ZXC3hiRbdLPVt_IMhx4ytzVN13TdbjYR0o78D-Pp0_3FkW99nYuCsgldkqB9WxBdlWOso2it2KyZftJ1supgiOyMcfUjy1uQTPCvhnJIRdkmv7Cil9VC9yiknluUUZ57sJMjMBbCrNKPfWwDzALqCUk9pLukkcpMLOAHFF/s320/IMG_7188.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> Franks spirit guide "Angel" <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSv5gFOUaO1GwXgNGw2DhEKUoAwxZu4u-3KGmsEa490eMe1k_16HO6o2ULQDYHC93utZ_4Au8w6h-TRh1DoX0PJlLZmDyzRLo0FKEUn-vJL-brAXvTVqjqMrnZ3CTRuq1sWzbSZgtVqumKoygIa04u4e1mwc7PXvAabyERRM-ttzc6LUD0Pr44bW6A6o4Q/s1136/IMG_7189.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSv5gFOUaO1GwXgNGw2DhEKUoAwxZu4u-3KGmsEa490eMe1k_16HO6o2ULQDYHC93utZ_4Au8w6h-TRh1DoX0PJlLZmDyzRLo0FKEUn-vJL-brAXvTVqjqMrnZ3CTRuq1sWzbSZgtVqumKoygIa04u4e1mwc7PXvAabyERRM-ttzc6LUD0Pr44bW6A6o4Q/s320/IMG_7189.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> <i>My Spirit Guide:) "Charlie"</i><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For the first time on this new adventure, my heart was secure in knowing that Frank was in good hands and it was obvious that God trusted and loved me enough to allow me to be part of my husbands death process. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This day and what was to come, would be life changing events for me. I would never be the same with my new awareness...thanks to you Angel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvjLqKEqV-wNxfViis63oH-JdF6mAsAAbTAIXw-Z1M3wYCwMel3xj37g-jpEQ6MUp82O9UYuHqvp7rHr1Rd6wiASaO1IPb2E_YkAGlESskX90LpVGm8Lv28bOacePF_tnWQ03DuZyc921ohJ667YI7bFr2aE5QDQNuaUVHYYFpC5f9Ni5qX9bQzaiecFt/s1136/IMG_7175.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvjLqKEqV-wNxfViis63oH-JdF6mAsAAbTAIXw-Z1M3wYCwMel3xj37g-jpEQ6MUp82O9UYuHqvp7rHr1Rd6wiASaO1IPb2E_YkAGlESskX90LpVGm8Lv28bOacePF_tnWQ03DuZyc921ohJ667YI7bFr2aE5QDQNuaUVHYYFpC5f9Ni5qX9bQzaiecFt/s320/IMG_7175.PNG" width="180" /></a> <span style="font-size: medium;">Love you McGuire!</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-88939543194273195522023-08-06T11:08:00.002-07:002023-08-06T13:35:11.059-07:00Where's My Stopzemfrumfloppin?<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There's something in the air, not sure when it surfaced but I have felt it for quite some time now. Of course I have noticed it with the females I have encountered over the past several years and it seems to be growing. </span></p><p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For me it was a subconscious choice. I felt better, more comfortable and never realized this choice was leaving other woman uncomfortable with their decision. Probably from public opinion or just past norms on what woman should look like. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When my neighbor is shy about standing up because there is a male present or some of my friends won't go out in public because of it. I started to feel awkward when I went out in public. Even this travel company was using it to entice freedom, so why didn't I feel free? </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiF1uYUwS0K1GFdOUP5sLai0uuxufJFvt9bDDV2rLV-GQ24m1KJ9GvnujTgGomOnBXAhaFZzziPrz6nnMVfOwVYL4TJNwVO1MA21xY5c0wwaGqqL5XlC7Uw5NkcmQKgJAgCphes4HeKOk6kkOmJ2dcm8Z8PAtDFaelvpi_glcEym-I9p3f1evoetmkOca/s1136/IMG_6861.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiF1uYUwS0K1GFdOUP5sLai0uuxufJFvt9bDDV2rLV-GQ24m1KJ9GvnujTgGomOnBXAhaFZzziPrz6nnMVfOwVYL4TJNwVO1MA21xY5c0wwaGqqL5XlC7Uw5NkcmQKgJAgCphes4HeKOk6kkOmJ2dcm8Z8PAtDFaelvpi_glcEym-I9p3f1evoetmkOca/s320/IMG_6861.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #a64d79;">BE FREE ;)</span><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As all eyes seem to be on me when I walk through a store, is that my imagination? I don't think I look sloppy, I am not even sure that I care. I am definitely not trying to draw attention to myself, I just want to shop, So what is it that makes woman feel awkward when they fly free?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For my friends and neighbors who have inconvenient feelings about the support of their stopzemfrumfloppin's or lack of, I hope they embrace their decision and venture into the world with confidence, no fear! As my intent is to continue to feel good about myself regardless of who is looking and my stopzemfrumfloppin's are tucked away for another day. #Fearless</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDfX8IUlEyiBvga_OloczLp6pN5dvXWcrtkQZi8g4sx_jnl2K8M8icbHRU2ONknIeITqMCeEtYyNA5jkJnTBsqjzCmliqpAROZcbA18c3Phv2nFG-ZITJCx6ntXnampPRTswmwPUNWIm9xb541NUiwur60qITqpxN380Ks12VW61WGFL2k40y6_CuTnou/s1136/IMG_6860.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDfX8IUlEyiBvga_OloczLp6pN5dvXWcrtkQZi8g4sx_jnl2K8M8icbHRU2ONknIeITqMCeEtYyNA5jkJnTBsqjzCmliqpAROZcbA18c3Phv2nFG-ZITJCx6ntXnampPRTswmwPUNWIm9xb541NUiwur60qITqpxN380Ks12VW61WGFL2k40y6_CuTnou/s320/IMG_6860.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-53837264201546459992023-08-03T14:32:00.003-07:002023-08-03T14:56:45.827-07:00One Souls Adventure<p> (Releasing Control, cont'd)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3I0RPPdvrz_WW_CKfzhrmN8KnQ3qzxxpl-lkZfdDJdgvpUt14Y4TRnFg3q6JlAserahRGC1E-VMJOyVQl__Cj6eptgTOisq-WlUnEPvGbnqEtcOODENmSQCllitTk0uprABMM9BLt6CbLPTR9EMXFL6mX84D0nV1TQ3FKU7uOO1E-NKZilfff1LQTFDz/s1136/IMG_6788.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3I0RPPdvrz_WW_CKfzhrmN8KnQ3qzxxpl-lkZfdDJdgvpUt14Y4TRnFg3q6JlAserahRGC1E-VMJOyVQl__Cj6eptgTOisq-WlUnEPvGbnqEtcOODENmSQCllitTk0uprABMM9BLt6CbLPTR9EMXFL6mX84D0nV1TQ3FKU7uOO1E-NKZilfff1LQTFDz/s320/IMG_6788.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Love this quote! The death adventure is unknown as we breathing <span style="color: #2b00fe;">souls </span>have not experienced it. I have always had my ideas on this adventure via my mother who passed yet when my husband died tragically after being struck on a sidewalk by a drunk driver, this adventure seemed more a curse. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">At first, you want to know what happened, then you ration that this may be a bad joke, then finally you come to your senses and realize that he is on his adventure. How could Frank endure this without me? We did most everything together and most every decision was made together. The fact that his life was taken with so much trauma and that he may be suffering on the other side was <span style="color: #2b00fe;">soul</span> wrenching. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Sleepless nights and days of pure madness was what I experienced after his homicide. I just could not come to reality, I worried for him, as my family embraced the fact that our <span style="color: #2b00fe;">souls</span> would be in heaven on the third day after passing. I would sit outside on the deck, sobbing, wandering and concerned for him after being through such immense separation of body and <span style="color: #2b00fe;">soul</span>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">On the third or fourth day after his death, as I was resting, trying to absorb some vitamin D and suddenly I could feel a presence next to me, as I turned my head to the right I could see a form, a shadowy figure walking to the back of the property. This was a large figure and I could see the plants through it as it moved away from me quickly. I knew it was him and at that moment I said to him, don't be afraid to leave me.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSx36A6KkX68QDVN2NNcR4n8g37JrLugviOdCdpkvrNS5zilD0B6US3VM_RUyYg3ap4ogduoJ9IfY3bMH97DaaKgUZV4TJTLCuiD6nfWkdSjdan4PChabKKLa-u3fpi9mEz9DVhW7bOjrr910eay678tSMCWiFQsrhUpImq943p0wQoj4_k02aAHBYwOV0/s1136/IMG_6791.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSx36A6KkX68QDVN2NNcR4n8g37JrLugviOdCdpkvrNS5zilD0B6US3VM_RUyYg3ap4ogduoJ9IfY3bMH97DaaKgUZV4TJTLCuiD6nfWkdSjdan4PChabKKLa-u3fpi9mEz9DVhW7bOjrr910eay678tSMCWiFQsrhUpImq943p0wQoj4_k02aAHBYwOV0/s320/IMG_6791.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Love is love, was he staying close for me or was there another reason? </span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Over the next several days he made several appearances and would always catch me off guard or when I was in the midst of severe grieving. Sitting on the sofa only to glance into the kitchen and see his presence standing on the other side of the table. It just broke my heart that I could not talk or touch him. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">He being the practical joker type, would lightened the mood with the occasional doggy butt tap or "goosey" as we always called it. It was very interesting to watch my smallest dog Chewy jump towards me when there was no one standing behind him. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In my sleep he showed me exactly what happened to him, which I was unaware of as the prosecutor and cops were at that time, tampering and obstructing vs informing next of kin! He was walking, it was dark and the night lights where just coming on, he heard something, turned and that is when the drunk, who had no lights on struck him. The noise he heard was more than likely the car driving over the sidewalk. There was more detail but I will leave it at that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I knew he died quickly, I knew he was making his presence and <span style="color: #2b00fe;">soul</span> known but I had no clue of why he had not moved on? Was he in some king of trouble or in a hell state? Why was the other side zipping it, I hadn't heard a word! Where was his angel or spirit guide!!!! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0Pkf9HR1043t2IDfjkHEunE5JugyHokUGMSKzMJx9WvckUQn0Ydm46aZpH_u3UXqaC54TDQo7FyIyu5n2O8vNAZcFogqdcGzfXEbMjm9mqs1JNY8s4rB-MOQYSyrzJOf9grAFHW8qr7uF78NfpDXSY9ODJ0zJlxOixgawr2-_J3zomnIWrX23dvaSzzc/s1136/IMG_6790.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0Pkf9HR1043t2IDfjkHEunE5JugyHokUGMSKzMJx9WvckUQn0Ydm46aZpH_u3UXqaC54TDQo7FyIyu5n2O8vNAZcFogqdcGzfXEbMjm9mqs1JNY8s4rB-MOQYSyrzJOf9grAFHW8qr7uF78NfpDXSY9ODJ0zJlxOixgawr2-_J3zomnIWrX23dvaSzzc/s320/IMG_6790.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Just so many questions. Questions that would soon be answered!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Did I hear Angel?</span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-12303556391913732342023-07-12T12:30:00.000-07:002023-07-12T12:30:51.164-07:00Releasing Control :(<p> <span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: medium;">You will have time to rest when you're dead.</span></p><p><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Robert De Niro</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Oh really! Appreciate the idea yet I disagree as my family on the other side have been busy guiding me and directing me since my husbands homicide and even before. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">Months before his death my communications with the other side became somewhat strange. They would tell me to pray for Frank as he was going through some life issues as we all do. Everything I did, seemed incomplete and my ability to be his support failed. I realized very quickly that I had no control over my life at this point and any attempts to help him would not work because he had to do it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">Everything I tried, every move I made was a failure and through more conversations with my family on the other side, I quickly became aware that God was in the driver seat of my life, I had to relinquish control, stop interfering and I told my husband this. I had to stand back and let him do the work for I could not control or do it for him. During this process I never let myself get upset for I knew this was Franks journey and God was in control.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span> ~ Grief is Love<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGNrtxkE-kWAtq3Unx5lPkzsEaAhhOnA8PGZlFgRQuf5EkVP9aDuxWJtHmnFlv3MwqKvc-ZBgCNn8Kh8Yp3ePUhRomc7gupYSoyGnI8mVl-niZwPGKZkvFFNfxnncveeNorUsXDD9IszgTSHs2VabxS5YUqm7AtcO8reZKXUG56Sno8aS9Gkph2PlOhRm/s1136/IMG_6233.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGNrtxkE-kWAtq3Unx5lPkzsEaAhhOnA8PGZlFgRQuf5EkVP9aDuxWJtHmnFlv3MwqKvc-ZBgCNn8Kh8Yp3ePUhRomc7gupYSoyGnI8mVl-niZwPGKZkvFFNfxnncveeNorUsXDD9IszgTSHs2VabxS5YUqm7AtcO8reZKXUG56Sno8aS9Gkph2PlOhRm/s320/IMG_6233.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Frank's journey of change and growth came to an end within months after these conversations. He was struck on a sidewalk by a drunk driver in Florida. I will never know what steps God wanted for him but I do know that he did grow stronger and I have peace in knowing the he got to see almost every family member before his passing. I also know that we loved each other immensely. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">It is this love and my new found learning to release control that prepared me for the next phase of this soul plan. It could only be through his homicide that I grew. A growth that was about to take on a life of its own as this "spirit communicating", "strong woman" was about to be thrust into the world of corruption and now my husband was on the other side.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdbUfUu9FoL0a_Z8v6dZYa6O8BD-e4tCwGMBCVGFuqtePnhvjJz5Y8eo_NvBbUfKQX1KR1Y-WXTER1DCWnk567qx3xPMJrWzvKnXrC77ZPGf1kndVfsp_B1B44tcK5RLXJDc-HMdAnHcJFfJnUoaLiS6nV_gYyP22TYJYePfGtmLRH4kgv708JSh-r2IF/s1136/IMG_6231.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdbUfUu9FoL0a_Z8v6dZYa6O8BD-e4tCwGMBCVGFuqtePnhvjJz5Y8eo_NvBbUfKQX1KR1Y-WXTER1DCWnk567qx3xPMJrWzvKnXrC77ZPGf1kndVfsp_B1B44tcK5RLXJDc-HMdAnHcJFfJnUoaLiS6nV_gYyP22TYJYePfGtmLRH4kgv708JSh-r2IF/s320/IMG_6231.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: white; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span></span></li></ul><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"> One of many crosses left at his death site, the corrupt city of clearwater kept on removing them.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: white; font-size: medium;">To be continued.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-20087296913841471202023-06-04T12:01:00.003-07:002023-06-04T13:39:36.455-07:00Good Vibrations!<p><br /></p><p> <span style="color: #134f5c;"><i>Hoping drains your energy. Action creates energy. Robert T Liyosaki</i></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Why is it nearly every time I am near a computer something goes haywire. When I am at the casino's or working a register, there is always a problem, they stop working or start to have glitches. Is my energy doing this? </span> </p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I've also noticed a conflict in my energy around people who are lethargic or self absorbed. I get a feeling of anxiety, it becomes hard to concentrate as they merely speak of their day or try to convince me what I am doing is wrong. Are they draining my energy because they are at a lower frequency or is it because they are vibrating negative energy?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">We are all energy and I have always run at a positive, higher vibe. I have learned recently to tone it down yet when I am in the vicinity of very low energy souls or more negative people, I feel besides myself as if they are stealing my energy. The lack of passion or good vibes is draining. It's the equivalent to being a neat freak and walking into a dirty house, unbearable.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpcAfQxmZ1wYRO-IMLyxDI-1r_LqawhR2tCikSxDLP3vHOFzDuj9I5XMJ6XjpGAiWlGFSYbWYzX4lnrz1iKiQf9gW-pe4uo9M_ohqBl-q_cxXEhIVL8cyY8Q51yhxtpikwxUkcj6I_znDqmGiBqJntYyAxcKU0XtmYOWMdCEj7vyTHV83ViGfTjNaLg/s1136/IMG_5494.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpcAfQxmZ1wYRO-IMLyxDI-1r_LqawhR2tCikSxDLP3vHOFzDuj9I5XMJ6XjpGAiWlGFSYbWYzX4lnrz1iKiQf9gW-pe4uo9M_ohqBl-q_cxXEhIVL8cyY8Q51yhxtpikwxUkcj6I_znDqmGiBqJntYyAxcKU0XtmYOWMdCEj7vyTHV83ViGfTjNaLg/s320/IMG_5494.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Negativity, laziness, self absorption, arrogant, poor me, complacent attitudes are energy killers. Those who radiate this energy will affect the energy of those with a positive, excited to try, lets go attitude. It's not only the level of energy, it is the emotion or thought from were the energy is derived. Which is why it is important to keep your distance if you are being affected by others energy, unless you want to become or reflect the same. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I recently decided to be more selective on who I spend time with, as I was becoming emotionally and physically drained from my past relationships. Now I can refocus my energy into completing everything I set out to achieve before I was sidetracked by non-reciprocating energy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNm9QpFQSr5o6C52IW304_o05Uc0KVEKR9k2cFjYOaHwhDh2fDG7HDoCGocycw4Sq0Nqo4X5XnJCGgv4QUt-qZ7O4bM9zWEYGzYwori9wPE4Nf5vCthKn-XAxr1zqet59PsggSlGg5Ay7xmEsBJv4E6ez7uhRBLpoccaZSLC00LA7idjtk6OfIf4GrEQ/s1136/IMG_5495.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNm9QpFQSr5o6C52IW304_o05Uc0KVEKR9k2cFjYOaHwhDh2fDG7HDoCGocycw4Sq0Nqo4X5XnJCGgv4QUt-qZ7O4bM9zWEYGzYwori9wPE4Nf5vCthKn-XAxr1zqet59PsggSlGg5Ay7xmEsBJv4E6ez7uhRBLpoccaZSLC00LA7idjtk6OfIf4GrEQ/s320/IMG_5495.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">As far as my energy impact on mechanical units, I do think it's because a conflict of energy. I need to lower my vibe and let the equipment do the work:) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Oprah Winfrey</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> **You better believe it! Good Vibes Only!</span><br /></span></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-59457584953705587222023-05-17T12:37:00.003-07:002023-05-17T13:49:23.465-07:00Living In The Light<p><span> ~ Living in the light of eternity changes your priorities ~ Rick Warren</span></p><p><br /></p><p>**Walk The Walk blog con't 2/1/23</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">So here I am, catching up on my 40's, preparing to marry my love of 10 years and communicating with the other side through my parrot. We became accustomed to the early am calls of "good morning", which were generally orchestrated in two or three voices. One a high pitched, another a deep low tone and the occasionally "mornin" would slide in to the mix by a soft toned male. </span> <span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">It reminded us of the three stooges.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">They came and went, watched and loved from a distance. Every once in a while we would get some form of stronger communication from the other side "how are you?", "feel better", but things remained fairly simple. We knew it was my family and we knew they are very happy. What about souls who have passed who are not related, can they communicate or care to communicate? Soon we would get the answer through our neighbors.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">One day while hanging out with them after they experienced the loss of his brother, they got an introduction to the other side. As Jo bird was running around the ping pong table, she neared them and shouted "your sons an idiot!". Shawn the wife was shocked and said "did you hear what she just said?" and just like that JoJo replied "your son Brandon, is an idiot!" Clear as a bell, their family member who had passed a few months earlier, was giving them his opinion.</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Should we prepare for eternity?<span> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eK4W4darT02vmXy2FaNKOvjlWUgWjdwYH1Rszb1ZBz0wCt-HeNgKHDc2cMrsif8_BcKtFukI49ouIEIOBsI8OtirvYbIR67w3pNAHISjSjB-3RSw5V2ZCwAdEqY2OeIuixlqFnWj4Ah_bfKNkLIE18x9R_fJbw3hyuANs03OImE9gXyxMrgZXhknCg/s1136/IMG_5194.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eK4W4darT02vmXy2FaNKOvjlWUgWjdwYH1Rszb1ZBz0wCt-HeNgKHDc2cMrsif8_BcKtFukI49ouIEIOBsI8OtirvYbIR67w3pNAHISjSjB-3RSw5V2ZCwAdEqY2OeIuixlqFnWj4Ah_bfKNkLIE18x9R_fJbw3hyuANs03OImE9gXyxMrgZXhknCg/s320/IMG_5194.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Why are our actions being dissected by the other side? If Brandon is an idiot, then what am I? What does God think? Should our priorities be focused on eternity vs living and sucking every drop of life at any cost or is there a cost?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">So many questions. Over the years we realized that the veil is thin, they are watching, guiding and apparently have opinions yet they can only support. Soon my support system would enlighten my life, with much needed love and guidance. My journey to these questions where answered through the death of my husband.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;">Gods watching closely. To be continued.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzDIlT1WCYLisT-WdImnBkr-pcz8PwCrRFJqBubeLiSTSUxamQi-QbCDsz39wUf7YTfMR5IqiBS3A9MtjmrzsyB8sa2_7g5N-pmOp2coyJn7xEYNIMhL4J6vwsz8arg_p4-OdCEc9CCuhB7_saEcImIqtU3X_k8pn4psuoGK9LRauMgRE4FWOe5MWqA/s1136/IMG_5197.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzDIlT1WCYLisT-WdImnBkr-pcz8PwCrRFJqBubeLiSTSUxamQi-QbCDsz39wUf7YTfMR5IqiBS3A9MtjmrzsyB8sa2_7g5N-pmOp2coyJn7xEYNIMhL4J6vwsz8arg_p4-OdCEc9CCuhB7_saEcImIqtU3X_k8pn4psuoGK9LRauMgRE4FWOe5MWqA/s320/IMG_5197.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-89900682265256849432023-05-09T16:43:00.003-07:002023-05-10T09:14:11.875-07:00Catch 22!<p> "<span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>Mercy to the guilty is cruelty to the innocent" ~ Adam Smith</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I see it everyday, prosecutors and judges working deals on homicides, murders, manslaughter cases and even simple civil cases are more and more getting one sided. The side that the prosecutor or judge has an affinity too. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My concern is for the thousands of families who are affected by this disease in our country. Prosecutors and judges not following state laws and protecting their kin, other attorney's, people they know, or those they can benefit from.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Any prosecutor who releases a manslaughter offender and fails to charge them, is obviously on the wrong side of the law. A judge who misrepresents on a wrongful death case while looking at the plantiff in the eyes, has been on the wrong side of the tracks for a long, long time! It's everywhere and sadly many reading this blog will or have experienced this rogue behavior.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It's apparent the laws of the states have taken a back seat to these attorney's. The states or a least Florida, seem to have no concerns that the state is being controlled by bad judges, cocky prosecutors and the innocent are being made guilty through intentional bad calls, deals on charges, violating constitutional rights of the innocent an their families. Why aren't states or Americans more concerned?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfbaeuSZcaqmwyVGNN-Zhn4SE-voM18q3bQOnO4R--aRdcLJAo3FQiLVaS-2vtQKKtf_QZ8IUqg8xxVJPiGEu1yVLvyKyPY2R5C9ppNqvzAnV2EtRTObXOZLj4oPnDLCkDpHm5uqrK0KmxfuZt5uppSlVqvQFdagaQxYBbiesU5kHpTnMlKzhFhB4Rw/s1136/IMG_5098.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfbaeuSZcaqmwyVGNN-Zhn4SE-voM18q3bQOnO4R--aRdcLJAo3FQiLVaS-2vtQKKtf_QZ8IUqg8xxVJPiGEu1yVLvyKyPY2R5C9ppNqvzAnV2EtRTObXOZLj4oPnDLCkDpHm5uqrK0KmxfuZt5uppSlVqvQFdagaQxYBbiesU5kHpTnMlKzhFhB4Rw/w270-h320/IMG_5098.PNG" width="270" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">We need to be concerned, very concerned as the legal process is being overshadow by attorney's. DA's, SA's, Judges are attorney's and many Governors are former attorney's. The catch 22 begins when you suffer a loss, you contact an attorney, that attorney has relations with the prosecutor and or judges. One or all have a connection to someone in your case. What if the prosecutor has a relationship with the offender, do you think your attorney can be swayed? What if the judge plays golf with the father of the offender, do you think the law will be followed? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Why do they get away with it? Good luck on a legal malpractice suit, finding an attorney to go after another attorney is nearly impossible, expensive and the statute of limitations protects them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">There is no such thing as justice in this country since prosecutorial immunity as it is unjust for unaccountability. Established in the 70's, this immunity protects prosecutors and judges from lawsuits. So we are creating a bubble of creatures who are protected and through that protection they are dripping down the coverage to cops and other attorney's.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Simply put, prosecutorial immunity is unconstitutional. How it passed the supreme court is beyond me, as the constitution over and over again maintains that prosecutors must do their job, therefore if they don't they should be held responsible. This immunity has created fear in the innocent, many not knowing which way to turn as they watch the injustices flow. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: red;"><i>Fight for your rights</i>!<span> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zl4AEFCiZ7nJNCVgF_oiKkgGvc05CEh0i5YX9fv5RwN-P1_R_-xs2VHusquITJnPMgByBCDyiY72EyVQJ8XTt8pA6Ll8ph4ASD5q0bMwOBMvcB5NRrjGBhRZ8Ba_Q9Y4kO1T_4p2F5yGHmZe4vUwBijtzojGikFwQtdSj9ZTYKCSp_G3tDfJ8UNSog/s1136/IMG_5100.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zl4AEFCiZ7nJNCVgF_oiKkgGvc05CEh0i5YX9fv5RwN-P1_R_-xs2VHusquITJnPMgByBCDyiY72EyVQJ8XTt8pA6Ll8ph4ASD5q0bMwOBMvcB5NRrjGBhRZ8Ba_Q9Y4kO1T_4p2F5yGHmZe4vUwBijtzojGikFwQtdSj9ZTYKCSp_G3tDfJ8UNSog/s320/IMG_5100.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><br /> </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The catch 22 solution...absolve prosecutorial immunity and all states should require police, prosecutors and judges to carry independent insurance, so that when this learned behavior injects itself into your case, no fear as the laws protects you not them. No statute of limitations on any attorney misconduct...period! This will prevent those of authority from becoming rogue and will most definitely ensure laws are followed with justice for all.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Accountability is the glue that ties commitment to the result...Unknown</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-16129398197930723702023-04-28T10:17:00.003-07:002023-04-28T13:31:29.168-07:00Uncivil Art<p><span> </span><span> </span><span> ~Power concedes nothing without a demand. - Frederick Douglas~</span></p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="font-size: medium;">Recently a well know actor posted a pic requesting help for the ACLU. With a purchase of a shirt you will help them on this cause. The platform is that drag is an <span style="color: #ff00fe;">art</span> and a right. As my mind went back to my attempts to get some assistance from the ACLU, any guidance on the despotic actions I had to endure at the hands of bad cops and rogue prosecutors, surely the American Civil Liberties Union would have some help. I did not get one reply from a union based on liberty (freedom from despotic control), yet now they are now defending <span style="color: #ff00fe;">art.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>There's a fine line between </i><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-style: italic;">art</span><i> & sanity</i><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span><i> </i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1zWxSy7ajcRUzSfMLMibAgfUR-lF9RSDCMJPw-YKI0PaJnGSIdMW8neFPpd0g2rhyfCuPBNWiOnobTa53CvoCer_T7TZJxgv3ca6FC2-I6-uA7gO8ZSfyBG2-9DD_pYXv1GjeTanOF87GYWoJI-RywAWGKCssPzAPCDU85rsbrWhzY07EtSNigoyIw/s1136/IMG_4932.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1zWxSy7ajcRUzSfMLMibAgfUR-lF9RSDCMJPw-YKI0PaJnGSIdMW8neFPpd0g2rhyfCuPBNWiOnobTa53CvoCer_T7TZJxgv3ca6FC2-I6-uA7gO8ZSfyBG2-9DD_pYXv1GjeTanOF87GYWoJI-RywAWGKCssPzAPCDU85rsbrWhzY07EtSNigoyIw/s320/IMG_4932.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Our civil rights are boiled down to the right to vote, government services, public education and the right to a fair trial. The right to freedom from liberty violations. So the drag queens feel that states are treating them with despotic control? Is this a serious issue in our society? Why doesn't the ACLU assist the thousands of families who are affected by the bad cop syndrome or the fact that many prosecutors and judges who have taken a not so good road to achieve their agenda's? The innocent who never get a trial because the prosecutor "takes care of it". The answer is in their website.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>An annual budget of over $300 million, they hire defense for those inflicted with civil rights violations. The website is covered in topics which will lead to hiring council to defend. Money, attorney's, and actors seems to be the focus. The ACLU could never really help those with serious liberty violations because they would have to go against the very base that they make there millions on... attorney's. The thousands with serious issues committed by the system, will have to take a back door to <span style="color: #ff00fe;">art</span> of the drag queens, librarians and a few others.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7v-8w54Fei6j6QNKT2NrHD_0I-N2KUpWvi9r71kRshWAf1p44Z0eLEkDQL4JUNaxXAgpag4qYNEpe0TEOfkkLRoJYYyyZhrh4Jfa3zmtXinJH-4ujhUBjeorQRYaqjeGqJmWyrWwfUUWzQfM3weBLdiLbMZCokU-C2qIr7T1867RHAQx57xxHNFEXcA/s600/IMG_4928.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7v-8w54Fei6j6QNKT2NrHD_0I-N2KUpWvi9r71kRshWAf1p44Z0eLEkDQL4JUNaxXAgpag4qYNEpe0TEOfkkLRoJYYyyZhrh4Jfa3zmtXinJH-4ujhUBjeorQRYaqjeGqJmWyrWwfUUWzQfM3weBLdiLbMZCokU-C2qIr7T1867RHAQx57xxHNFEXcA/s320/IMG_4928.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When did our civil rights become smothered by personal preference? We have to right to choose, clothing, social activities, friends, whatever turns you on. States, per the constitution, have the requirement to implement the voice of the people. If they choose not to indulge in the drag world, that is their choice. This is not a liberty violation, go ask smokers or places of business who require shoes & shirts.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>As I and many others continue down the road for true change, real concern for the disintegration of our justice system and valid civil rights violations, the fact remains that these useless non profits, in the name of rights, make money for attorney's and covering their base. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The AAA's of civil rights <span style="color: #ff00fe;">Art</span>, Actors, Attorney's. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkhoyZeNZskk7paQT-i5YI-rcw4gWTEHj7etrz-FJGvnjdk6cNAe4TKs1ySq7EebdlbvVZfm2fx9-Jq9diYqYWmsc1fRk3sz1eX3HyOrSJIQJbgsmCdnA0W-hl_HqjyCoOUWs_Radsu0a3xdkFYWm8Nry7PEXu1n5gOT-UZW-esuZqbHAEt2umejSWA/s1136/IMG_4936.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkhoyZeNZskk7paQT-i5YI-rcw4gWTEHj7etrz-FJGvnjdk6cNAe4TKs1ySq7EebdlbvVZfm2fx9-Jq9diYqYWmsc1fRk3sz1eX3HyOrSJIQJbgsmCdnA0W-hl_HqjyCoOUWs_Radsu0a3xdkFYWm8Nry7PEXu1n5gOT-UZW-esuZqbHAEt2umejSWA/s320/IMG_4936.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span>The </span></span><span style="color: #ff00fe; text-align: left;">art </span><span style="text-align: left;">of the full purse, controls and makes others feel for a good. Dictating what you look at and how you see.</span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /><i> </i></span></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-81750097662859167172023-04-20T15:05:00.000-07:002023-04-20T15:05:50.027-07:00Silence is Golden<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">"The soul always knows what to do to heal itself., the challenge is to silence the mind"<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> Caroline Muss</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Our world is moving to an unorthodox way of being. It's difficult to watch as I see so many confused souls whom seem unsure if they are in the right body. A mass confusion with the sexes. Which begs the question, is God deliberately birthing souls with the wrong sex? If not, are these people changing their purpose and will it affect them or others? Is this a soul decision or is it mind controlled?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I would reply that God makes no mistakes and I can assure you that this epidemic of mass sexual confusion was not an intent. That being said then these decisions to alter your God given form, must be changing purpose. The life purpose or the focus of someone who is solely driven by sex change and trying to prove it makes them complete, doesn't trust in Gods will and changes everything, simple.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI6tr6N0wGebCB8l4QV_c2kGJGX5t5Ej5czoT3OEhSn5D-fY1GHBVhn57hkVxrs1hs_vSGJtxnp6waL7Oum2LGBdZe2yWIoITuU7ZhQgn59HULu0mxpPZaoHI_WrSTFyRufTtlHjAt_No2ozU6aQENMqwOAgMdZ-FXWt2Pzf2FK8-SPLl5UOmAX8PhQ/s1136/IMG_4712.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI6tr6N0wGebCB8l4QV_c2kGJGX5t5Ej5czoT3OEhSn5D-fY1GHBVhn57hkVxrs1hs_vSGJtxnp6waL7Oum2LGBdZe2yWIoITuU7ZhQgn59HULu0mxpPZaoHI_WrSTFyRufTtlHjAt_No2ozU6aQENMqwOAgMdZ-FXWt2Pzf2FK8-SPLl5UOmAX8PhQ/s320/IMG_4712.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Many of us, myself included have this little thing that tends to lean more to one sex than the other. From childhood to adulthood I have always felt more masculine. I played with girls but preferred boys and trucks, the dirtier the better. Dresses are not my thing and I'm not very sweet. In my adulthood I could never identify with the over sensitive woman. I felt uncomfortable. My husband had said over and over, "you are nothing like other women".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Was I a dude, in a woman's body? Or was I a male in a former life? I felt this emotion over and over again, should I have gotten a sex change? My sexual inclination was towards men, why this feeling then? Instead of trying to control it, I embraced it and it became part of my womanhood. To be a strong female and enjoy the ride. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">With so much information in our world, so many impressions, the mind has no chance of silencing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">We are merely remembering! We all need to rest our minds and allow our souls to take the wheel, to live the life God intended</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;">. Shine, be proud and listen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3voRifBNwrMnrTHmpfoHMoT3xwDANXmUlLfUJSaf6o8-W1YIDwchq9WFAp6hLfigP6bji4XyFRWT9FetnOUWebLtwYV2sWxb2wIhXsAl3tzMuhvuzyWizMlXIIvPakrvThnwAU3--QerP7WQJYGlaOGL8ESpwNp7IG7X-nJ6XVXJQ1UEa-kr_tBvxA/s1136/IMG_4714.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3voRifBNwrMnrTHmpfoHMoT3xwDANXmUlLfUJSaf6o8-W1YIDwchq9WFAp6hLfigP6bji4XyFRWT9FetnOUWebLtwYV2sWxb2wIhXsAl3tzMuhvuzyWizMlXIIvPakrvThnwAU3--QerP7WQJYGlaOGL8ESpwNp7IG7X-nJ6XVXJQ1UEa-kr_tBvxA/s320/IMG_4714.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">It is our souls</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>purpose to remember</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-17191423969963490282023-04-03T15:00:00.000-07:002023-04-03T15:00:06.063-07:00Whatever You Call It, It's Family<p><span> </span><span> </span><span> Family ~ a fundamental social group in society typically consisting of one or two parents and </span></p><p> their children.</p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="font-size: large;">I recently has a conversation with my sister about family. She and some other family members are concerned for my well being. Where am I moving to? What is the rest of my life going to look like? Should I go back to the home state I left 40 years ago? Should I move closer to a brother who lives in the west? They seem to want me closer to family. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now that the family I knew, a home, husband, pets are all gone, I have to ask myself...what is family. If it is best I be near family and she is probably right, who is my family? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Many of my siblings have children, some are close and some are nothing but misery. Will that help me? Do I desire to be around that energy, or will it just implode my soul.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Exploration, adventures and relationships, new and old are important to me. Are these relationships going to support me or is my blood family going to be the support I need? Do I go back to my past life or forge on to the new? What is family?</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBntsoiexWEuMu2c0aIT-bacP1ldO22T6JREgFPKdHB6Kw_L3Yo8ap54YvcPSG7er7G6w9H8ZjdyApqkEg24mGAyG_tR2-6bqjU84BzPXQ7x05MdR98XD6bpHy4NDN_wpyDb83yajLfzGZCBm5LQUKqf7Q51Pb2gMPx13-IdmV6wXrcIJEqE8KG1wijw/s1136/IMG_4442.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBntsoiexWEuMu2c0aIT-bacP1ldO22T6JREgFPKdHB6Kw_L3Yo8ap54YvcPSG7er7G6w9H8ZjdyApqkEg24mGAyG_tR2-6bqjU84BzPXQ7x05MdR98XD6bpHy4NDN_wpyDb83yajLfzGZCBm5LQUKqf7Q51Pb2gMPx13-IdmV6wXrcIJEqE8KG1wijw/s320/IMG_4442.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm happy and very much enjoy the presence of my 2 best friends, one on the east and one on the west. I realize that my time with these 2 women is so easy, just peaceful and we help each other always. My childhood BFF of 50 years was willing to venture into Florida's corruption as no other family member even offered. She pounded the pavement with me to find truth as some of my blood family thought I was nuts and offered no help, ever. She is and always will be my family, a strength that I can always depend on and she can always depend on me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> "<i>The Investigators"<span> </span><span> My tiger sister!</span></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQz1jR5f6hHoPsnouCYl4y9dAVYEBhOrYXL2f3g0SA41MQz3u8EIPuq5YSCJCTrbvML_IxDJgf2ZhOm7X37UnFRTs43a9_s49c67JF_f5CkFGonkWywepHWs1_skJDbzdhFBha6m1Zn7jfu9QHkXBmM-7amh6i5L8nR0XfWYViQ3Y5eLsZU3biFTB2g/s1136/IMG_4437.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQz1jR5f6hHoPsnouCYl4y9dAVYEBhOrYXL2f3g0SA41MQz3u8EIPuq5YSCJCTrbvML_IxDJgf2ZhOm7X37UnFRTs43a9_s49c67JF_f5CkFGonkWywepHWs1_skJDbzdhFBha6m1Zn7jfu9QHkXBmM-7amh6i5L8nR0XfWYViQ3Y5eLsZU3biFTB2g/s320/IMG_4437.PNG" width="180" /></a></i></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">My west coast best friend of 40 years is the kindest person you will ever meet. She was the only one to come to my side as I fell into the pit of grief. She is the only person in my life that knows me better than I know myself, next to Frank of course. So many times in my life she has guided me and I her. We have slowly by chance, moved around the west coast together, never leaving each other side. A relationship that not many will have in their lives. Is she family?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf5hKZhe1OXCNZfkzBQfsCGpj3PEfojNt-Vo5tIwEtPCGVLWzoSR1kZ1hRa4GrWd1YmCMZdQkPvOYaYUqn4cGJwCVvphBYd8SMl_HBwdNTD_1K_a1od_Anl0c2goY7KtfuJgU1Y04jkdKrZDGgSMm8IP9P8On8NFbd3F7F08MY8Cf5_Yt4NvhWKTTTg/s1136/IMG_4438.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf5hKZhe1OXCNZfkzBQfsCGpj3PEfojNt-Vo5tIwEtPCGVLWzoSR1kZ1hRa4GrWd1YmCMZdQkPvOYaYUqn4cGJwCVvphBYd8SMl_HBwdNTD_1K_a1od_Anl0c2goY7KtfuJgU1Y04jkdKrZDGgSMm8IP9P8On8NFbd3F7F08MY8Cf5_Yt4NvhWKTTTg/s320/IMG_4438.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My soul sister.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Thinking back to my Mom, she always talked about her friends. They lost contact over the years and as one by one they moved on the the other side, she always said "I wish we had more time together". </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">The time is now, to enjoy all family. Mine may be disjointed because my life is untraditional. Maybe being socially chained or grounded is just not my thing. Maybe my relationships with these women are for a reason. Maybe I had family all along which I will embrace as I start to final portion of my journey to justice, solo by savoring every moment with family near and far.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_8b0D4vCay7EjCgL0mNmof2VMg_jUxehDxjZ2HJpMWXCoNy7zHkGc0GMiS7U_wmzqOrKX-QzmDizOtiM3r2pfLeTeUbKvYSYRhXqZLFVbD9W0LW5Nj_r4lAxKxeWP-s9Z4p3cN1ZWJu7dy4h7EPr7Sno7s0Mq_jhC5tyomLCDCS0FxP5Ti1HtFEfZg/s1136/IMG_4441.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_8b0D4vCay7EjCgL0mNmof2VMg_jUxehDxjZ2HJpMWXCoNy7zHkGc0GMiS7U_wmzqOrKX-QzmDizOtiM3r2pfLeTeUbKvYSYRhXqZLFVbD9W0LW5Nj_r4lAxKxeWP-s9Z4p3cN1ZWJu7dy4h7EPr7Sno7s0Mq_jhC5tyomLCDCS0FxP5Ti1HtFEfZg/s320/IMG_4441.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>"We must take care of our families wherever</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>we find them" Buddha</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">How blessed am I to have such wonderful family. Love Always.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: red;"><i>My blood sisters;)</i></span><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-69863116760488600242023-03-10T09:35:00.001-08:002023-03-10T09:35:59.645-08:00The Choice is Yours<p> <span> </span><span> "Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> William Jennings Bryan</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Chance and choice, does our reality depend on the chance that something is going to happen? Can we make the choice to change? If our destiny is by chance then does choice even matter? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I often think about what I had done to deserve my husband losing his life on a sidewalk, tampering cops, rogue prosecutor, bad people and a state full of liars. What are the chances? Even though I know now that they have become accustom to treating the innocent as the guilty, for whatever their demonic souls desire, yet I did not know then. I still could not wrap myself around the fact that I had to make a choice. I could tolerate the unknown as many before me have done or I could make the choice to accept my destiny. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As I became more aware of what I was dealing with I realized nothing happens by chance. I needed to embrace by choice, change my life, learn, do it!! The chance that this would happen to someone else was highly probable and WTF is going on anyway. Who are these people? What the hell is going on in Florida? Who do they think they are? </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There was no way on Gods green earth I was going to except this and allow others to do business as usual.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xdXLfDvvAORP8-GYvucFsBJ2YhB_FuDW4YgVHXrhzqdLt0uWvCq2kbtmb_vWDBCrVj53Trh2GMrGiSyNFW2-OXcHDcWZJ201pQIQYxUNPhZpY4Dl1U_2vQ3MTkQeLeqK3GzkQG8XRruPQhBmIOsrM9xn-WQgnUEHWQ6MtxJtFyfJnVLx9iOOyHw-DQ/s1136/IMG_3976.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xdXLfDvvAORP8-GYvucFsBJ2YhB_FuDW4YgVHXrhzqdLt0uWvCq2kbtmb_vWDBCrVj53Trh2GMrGiSyNFW2-OXcHDcWZJ201pQIQYxUNPhZpY4Dl1U_2vQ3MTkQeLeqK3GzkQG8XRruPQhBmIOsrM9xn-WQgnUEHWQ6MtxJtFyfJnVLx9iOOyHw-DQ/s320/IMG_3976.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">A person who chose to drink to mental breakdown, made the choice to let something control their life and left it to chance. It is that choice that got me involved and I had to make a choice to follow it through, till the end. I could not depend on the chance that this person would be properly held responsible or that these people would do their job. We must, through choice ensure that others are held responsible for their actions and stop depending on chance.</span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKXPrvpjANDDCizRwICLW6Mm0lEzMO2q-x9ppb52d0eI8GLltMCUv5Hw7hX4kbwjnaXsV5rAx_kHFTemCWq-URZcfGZ4gvMGMDDmumkKaPlpzDd83-cSgvX7eBeypCgVhudJwtxnDPxvqhML-X5LTlyZ6ujSC3hyp2QQIdgtSzGq7KzoQg4D2FqwdDQ/s1136/IMG_3975.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKXPrvpjANDDCizRwICLW6Mm0lEzMO2q-x9ppb52d0eI8GLltMCUv5Hw7hX4kbwjnaXsV5rAx_kHFTemCWq-URZcfGZ4gvMGMDDmumkKaPlpzDd83-cSgvX7eBeypCgVhudJwtxnDPxvqhML-X5LTlyZ6ujSC3hyp2QQIdgtSzGq7KzoQg4D2FqwdDQ/s320/IMG_3975.PNG" width="180" /><span> </span></a> I was destined, I and only I had the<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> choice to except it.</span></span></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">I knew nothing of law, the constitution....whatever! Never knew the damage they did to me. I and only I had the choice to except my ignorance and the choice to do something about it. To stand up for myself and my husband.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Make the choice to except your destiny, for without it things will never change. Not excepting your destiny allows others to choose for you. No growth, no change, self doubt, and no trust in one's self, is a very disruptive destiny. The choice is yours.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">" The best thing I ever did was fight back"</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Deb McGuire</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>#doingit</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span><i style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></i></span></span></div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-64012561999276626282023-02-01T14:27:00.002-08:002023-02-02T11:19:35.159-08:00Walk The Walk<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: #2b00fe;">In your death you became pivotal in my life ~ A surprising contact blog 1/8/23</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">~</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;">" Hell is empty and all the devils are here" ., William Shakespeare</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Could that be true? Are all of the bad, demonic, evil souls here with us? Sounds like a possibility to me yet if that is reality then what happens to those souls when they die? Do we get forgiven for bad behavior or do we have to walk the walk?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">I would ask this question over and over again in hopes my spirit family would give me the answer. After years of so many questions they would only speak of the living and of course the early am "Good Morning". Until one night while Frank and I slept.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKznx2H7ZV7pZeKpG1412QofYFfwqohJSYKwA98xMQnhkw02hlt-0hU9VvsNOwgQ685kWwhLaf4FqaRyZbxaX9HKnegVY6s-U6yD7Dye9cWruRA3pG5MJamIV2POkEzI-J1PIbEVQOy-1_9SZdO7TAdRatQV10lvnUspJWOoXKFFTkxBeYPE2N0QGhQ/s1136/IMG_3551.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKznx2H7ZV7pZeKpG1412QofYFfwqohJSYKwA98xMQnhkw02hlt-0hU9VvsNOwgQ685kWwhLaf4FqaRyZbxaX9HKnegVY6s-U6yD7Dye9cWruRA3pG5MJamIV2POkEzI-J1PIbEVQOy-1_9SZdO7TAdRatQV10lvnUspJWOoXKFFTkxBeYPE2N0QGhQ/s320/IMG_3551.PNG" width="180" /></span></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Do bad, evil souls get to exist in the beauty of heaven?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">In the midst of a slumber, suddenly I was on a beautiful large white ferry boat, I glanced to my right only to see my mom. She was smiling and said "look at how beautiful it is"! I looked left and I looked right, which had five boats on both sides, the water was blue surrounded by forest. Each boat had many souls on board, everyone was tranquil and happy. I expressed how at peace I was that she was well.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">The interesting thing about the other side is we communicate without words, there is no need to speak or move your mouth, all is expressed soul to soul. I felt her words and I could feel the contentment of every soul there and just like that a switch was turned. A severe uneasiness engulfed me as I glanced straight forward and notice a man wearing a white t shirt and jeans. He was running full force out of the forest towards the boats. Strongly my mom injected "you must go back, that's a bad soul"!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">BAM! I flew back into my body with such force, I couldn't breathe, waking Frank, who he helped me to regain my senses, breath and awareness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Even though my re-entry was very rough, I was overjoyed that I had been given the trust to see, to know that foolish, bad, evil, living souls will never get away from their actions in death. My soul knew that there are levels and the levels depend on many factors. Those souls who violate Gods trust through murder, deceit, greed, lust among other things, will have to pay a price on the other side and the only way is through.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">As I maneuver in and out of Franks homicide case of evil souls, the godless, who protect each other, I am at peace knowing that not all evil, devilish souls are here with us...there is a place for them in the afterlife. Walk the walk, as there is consequence for our actions and its not good.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_pDhlpH6lsZUnRMq7TvSk5QffGexD1rPJxN-kR3Fchp36kY-zXGL3D2Idix7ckNbMaKu_EkR6XyGRm4dZ2WjulyXXtB6zrMEOn_TFbMAtWwxvqH8lUoYgEwkIxlOVYec2ELFN0LfyImp9UQRqDdB_vTMn7YbFVpCfNLQTpPkWgh8Ndr6LBYpUUTS9A/s600/IMG_3548.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_pDhlpH6lsZUnRMq7TvSk5QffGexD1rPJxN-kR3Fchp36kY-zXGL3D2Idix7ckNbMaKu_EkR6XyGRm4dZ2WjulyXXtB6zrMEOn_TFbMAtWwxvqH8lUoYgEwkIxlOVYec2ELFN0LfyImp9UQRqDdB_vTMn7YbFVpCfNLQTpPkWgh8Ndr6LBYpUUTS9A/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-67331957948026165992023-01-18T16:35:00.003-08:002023-01-19T06:17:18.823-08:00Full Circle<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span> <span> </span> </span>Unethical behavior significantly increases the cost of doing business ~ unknown</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Within weeks after my husbands homicide, confused and uniformed because the Florida prosecutor had never contacted me, I hired a Clearwater Fl., attorney via phone. He seemed knowledgeable and honest, stating he would find out what was going on. The relief was palpable. After weeks of no information, no clue of who took his life, or who or what a prosecutor was, this attorney sounded just right to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Shortly after his hiring, the attorney started to ignore my questions. "What is wrongful death" I would ask, "its an action" his reply. Vague and slow to answer, he never committed for questioning. Then one day 3 months after Franks death, he called me and stated he was settling the wrongful death case. I didn't know then yet I know now that wrongful death cases take years to settle and they must be filed within two years. Why was he trying to settle only months after this DUI MANSLAUGHTER, HIT AND RUN? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I discovered later that the driver and his family where in this attorney's office before I hired him. I found out later that this attorney had some questionable activity. It was because of this unethical attorney and the future unethical attorneys actions, that I created Fair Play Facts, which led me truth.</span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi58wilEUhNYFDu7udbEdvqpY9xLC_tOseXjOka322Yt6spx1G3yDrbbppfUMzaXxp1MUBslTdqG9T8fMxnQn5PzwFsnYmL0jFnc2vJQ-NB8prDQeAvz3j3PT8T2jod8jL64o4I5nsb-RFwDE6PqGj8bk7lWhtGpxPUK-Yzo9D6kE1ic2nf6tgPsC6aw/s1136/IMG_3278%20(1).PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi58wilEUhNYFDu7udbEdvqpY9xLC_tOseXjOka322Yt6spx1G3yDrbbppfUMzaXxp1MUBslTdqG9T8fMxnQn5PzwFsnYmL0jFnc2vJQ-NB8prDQeAvz3j3PT8T2jod8jL64o4I5nsb-RFwDE6PqGj8bk7lWhtGpxPUK-Yzo9D6kE1ic2nf6tgPsC6aw/w153-h320/IMG_3278%20(1).PNG" width="153" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Let them take you as a fool ...then show them what you are made of.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">A mother who's son is killed in AZ by a former cop, who gets no charges. Young parents and their 2 children who are killed by a very drunk driver, yet the driver gets 2 years in jail. I could go on and on but I think you get the point, which is, what is going on with our legal system? Why did this attorney try to get me to settle? Why are ex-cops never charged? Why are DUI laws never followed? Why did I go through 3 attorney's, all whom lied and 2 Judges in Clearwater who obviously had a plan?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">If it is the destruction of the law, then why do they keep getting away with it. This is a problem everywhere in our country. Many just seem to shrug it off, like they can't do anything about it. Some say it will never change.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">The answer is simple, the destruction of our law is due to "prosecutorial immunity". Think about it, in 1976 the Supreme court ruled that prosecutors/judges be immune from lawsuits of their actions. This is why the prosecutor who gave Jeffrey Epstein house arrest after sexually assaulting young girls, was never charged. This is why so many cops are tampering, obstructing and protecting fellow cops, because the prosecutor is allowing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">It is the responsibility of the prosecutor to charge by the law! A prosecutor has the hand in virtually every decision made in the legal course of every case in the criminal courts.</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">When there is a homicide, it is the prosecutors who authorizes the action & charges. A cop killing being protected by another cop can only be achieved because of the prosecutor or the judge. What is to prevent the moral erosion of Judges and prosecutors?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Judges and prosecutors are attorney's or former attorneys. Since this veil of protection, it appears that other attorneys have joined the bandwagon of betrayal and erosion of their kind. Which begs the question, are they getting kick backs? Are they scratching each others backs? Why have we given attorneys so much power??</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">There are many good attorney's left in this country yet they are few and far between. I was blessed to have found two of them. Yet in the process of justice an honest attorney has great difficulty in maneuvering through breaches in the law, the unethical.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> ~ ~ ~ ~</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">As prosecutorial immunity looms over our countries head and gives the green light to the destruction of our laws and severe injurious behavior, you must realize there is a light. The light is the very constitution that they have been protected by.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Keep scratching, scratching little demons as the circle has become full.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><i>"Scratch is a nickname for the Devil" </i></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> </span>Old Norse skratte<br /></i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbYh7q0gt9xcRUOvznVeDylsu3aijy2AeUeiSjU5g1I_7btvLtOBekfaCDUkDeMJAZUfD-H4crqiuOiEe3_eN667COwnfLljvXZFkik_tQuHLEArRH3BW1xI9XSXAZIa-qZkHmsfmpGuOL5v7tS0igVjd9WpbvKAZKEj2lIaDYtYVXURy7n9WoEvYSg/s1136/IMG_3279.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbYh7q0gt9xcRUOvznVeDylsu3aijy2AeUeiSjU5g1I_7btvLtOBekfaCDUkDeMJAZUfD-H4crqiuOiEe3_eN667COwnfLljvXZFkik_tQuHLEArRH3BW1xI9XSXAZIa-qZkHmsfmpGuOL5v7tS0igVjd9WpbvKAZKEj2lIaDYtYVXURy7n9WoEvYSg/s320/IMG_3279.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">PROSECUTORIAL IMMUNITY IS UNCONSTITUTIONAL.</span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Fairplayfacts.com</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-27026607420331458252023-01-08T16:28:00.000-08:002023-01-08T16:28:11.379-08:00A Surprising Contact<p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> The interesting thing about the dead is; they like to talk and talk they do.</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Who's watching who blog 12/20/22</span></span><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I felt so relieved when my mom was able to <span style="color: #cc0000;">contact </span>me after her passing. It gave me a sense of relief, comfort and it generated many more questions.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> If she can do this then why can't my father? Can all souls make <span style="color: red;">contact?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And then one day, I was recording while cooking in the kitchen with my then boyfriend. I could hear and knew something was going on as JoJo bird would drag her beak and her eyes would dilate. Soon after lunch, I rewound the tape and received the answer to one of my questions, as a deeper voice had joined my mother.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> "Isn't it something we are here with our daughter!" So who is this does he got a name?</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span style="color: #800180;">"That's her boyfriend, she's very happy now".</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="color: #800180;"> </span>"So ah, So ah"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then suddenly another voice, a much stronger voice exclaimed <span style="color: #3d85c6;">"It's not allowed!!!". </span>At this point it was obvious that my dad, who had no idea of what I have been up to, no clue of things going on in my life, was going to ask a question which should not be asked. I had a feeling that he was going to ask something about my future and was not privy to this rule as he responded "sorry", "I didn't know". </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Over the years, the mystery voice was never exposed, yet I am sure that when souls come to <span style="color: #cc0000;">contact</span> us, they are not permitted to tell of future events. They can guide but cannot tell of what is to come. What about my dad, where was he all those years, he passed 5 years earlier and it seemed from that conversation, he had not seen me in years. Either way I was happy to hear that my dad was in a good place. I missed him. Now at 27, two big pieces of my life, lived in heaven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span><i style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kmeLuX6Cs1mQQ2W88lxnV8TvwK-rgi55UYw9N2cHDFh0Yo5StHNp_DOBLI9KXtu6TCeZ9po0cvXGi20WZaXalvS9TbGlXrwIikMkYlyk-5oeY8dAxQrv5wUr09v1pb2xGlQ2bn84vaCVFL8E9wdrrPxommIBQxJYkAcMBKCT5K0gHW4I_UYkogLvbA/s1136/IMG_3056.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kmeLuX6Cs1mQQ2W88lxnV8TvwK-rgi55UYw9N2cHDFh0Yo5StHNp_DOBLI9KXtu6TCeZ9po0cvXGi20WZaXalvS9TbGlXrwIikMkYlyk-5oeY8dAxQrv5wUr09v1pb2xGlQ2bn84vaCVFL8E9wdrrPxommIBQxJYkAcMBKCT5K0gHW4I_UYkogLvbA/w226-h320/IMG_3056.PNG" width="226" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I didn't know then but I know now the answer to my second question. It only took a few months and then one night as JoJo was swaying her beak, it was obvious someone was there. Dilated eyes, rolling her head, she seemed a little anxious, or maybe aggressive. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">"Who's here!" I asked, no response, I asked again "who's here? are you my mother?' and just then she looked up at me and growled in a raspy voice, "NO" and lunged at me.</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Most people may have gotten scared, left the room or cried. I got pissed really pissed. I have a parrot who has someone trying to contact someone, anyone and he had a bad attitude. I yelled "if you're not my mother, then you need to leave, you are not welcome here!! The tension in the air seemed to simmer within minutes, nothing else was said. I knew I had to really watch this situation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was from this experience that I realized, if one can do it, they all can do it, and it was that event that caused me to pause a little with future <span style="color: #cc0000;">contacts. </span>My dad would come through and my mom was always with me. I allowed it to happen yet I kept it at a minimum. I was concerned for my parrots stress level as she was young. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A great concept for a few years yet as she got a little older to the ripe age of 9 or 10, things changed. Our scenario changed, Frank entered the scene and we moved to our new home. My world was about to change forever as the <span style="color: #cc0000;">contacts </span>took on a life of their own. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">To be continued.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>In your death, you became pivotal in my life.<span> Love me;)</span></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI-qXhZbOqIfRWwxXuhL3Rd8Vzho1X7fGq_Tfe37bK0yncky8ZLgLxukM5t52zXV9Z19X1DaTLN6zBx3P6lVt410CTqUR8m5AEw-dPNdMn-eFOqhW4tqEsPpiMA0-dANgSAyNmtEry6CgYiQ7-gPKQk-NjlXOew7y6AUug5uqPyXW4ksxz0waG-9K6A/s1136/IMG_3050.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI-qXhZbOqIfRWwxXuhL3Rd8Vzho1X7fGq_Tfe37bK0yncky8ZLgLxukM5t52zXV9Z19X1DaTLN6zBx3P6lVt410CTqUR8m5AEw-dPNdMn-eFOqhW4tqEsPpiMA0-dANgSAyNmtEry6CgYiQ7-gPKQk-NjlXOew7y6AUug5uqPyXW4ksxz0waG-9K6A/s320/IMG_3050.PNG" width="180" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <i>Death the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening!</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Sir Walter Scott</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-20772630191233942172023-01-06T09:21:00.000-08:002023-01-06T09:21:58.413-08:00Better You Than Me<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Recently, a family member who has been going through some turmoil after her husbands passing, was being challenged by other family members. In specific, will and money, no way can't be. As the stress builds in her fight to find the truth, to challenge and to learn, she had started to question herself and why she was going through this. Self doubt, feeling sorry for herself and fear of the unknown put her in a space of "why <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me</span>"?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Every conversation we had over several weeks, I could hear her disintegrating, more and more. "I just can't take it anymore", "why am I going through this? why <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me !!</span>" And then one day she informed <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me </span>that another family member surprisingly shouted at her..."you're gonna die if you keep up this fight"!! Words that I had heard just a year earlier from another family member regarding my plight for justice and to hold "rogue prosecutor" responsible for her lies and deceit. "you're gonna die if you keep this up"!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">As you can tell our family is very supportive, words of you can do this or if you need my help, is just not in their vocabulary and now the death for trying is all they have going for them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><i>"Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records"</i><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Of course, I was a little taken back that she was being smacked with the same punchline but I didn't even go there. I simply responded with "why not you?" She said I know but I just don't understand why this is happening to <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me</span>? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">"It is happening to you because you need to stop this, you need to learn what you are made of and you need to follow it all the way through, so it doesn't happen to anyone else"! Why would you die for fighting for what is yours or holding those responsible for severely bad behavior? We are stronger than we know.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMYwifzTwQUvGf_-BuymLRL-tawj5v5sOBuwJONCqFu5YlstiHn6EAMa4XPrns_GqmOGlxlDcYbqo4jxsdqhX9IptwaORgTH6H4md52Ah2hW7_7RpzBZIf37S1Kf727ng9_Fbmt8ukhnVhBRpObasvl9F6wRDVuAYMX1Rz7gpDKT4u7NcaTlQp9hNkA/s1136/IMG_3002%20(1).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMYwifzTwQUvGf_-BuymLRL-tawj5v5sOBuwJONCqFu5YlstiHn6EAMa4XPrns_GqmOGlxlDcYbqo4jxsdqhX9IptwaORgTH6H4md52Ah2hW7_7RpzBZIf37S1Kf727ng9_Fbmt8ukhnVhBRpObasvl9F6wRDVuAYMX1Rz7gpDKT4u7NcaTlQp9hNkA/w227-h320/IMG_3002%20(1).PNG" width="227" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">What we all must realize is this, bad things happen, there is adversity everywhere. Challenging that, taking it on head on, is growth. This is not happening to her, it's happening for her. Instead of questioning "why <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me?</span>" asked yourself what am I going to learn from this? It's all for a reason and we must stop feeling sorry for ourselves. It is through these bad things that we learn what we are made of, so do it, or you will have to go through it again!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We are what we eat, hear & speak.<span> </span></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGqTbq6fC1PzlBNrlCu36n0QVdRLtnbrvB9_kQmWHIA3LQ0rj92uW9PQSWtGZCxP3hqwlB_mbI2TmibLB2xTuLhE8Yf75uBPryJo8Vwec2egF0mB80_0WJteu3i5wdT6_YtWMwmcFSbzZEHaQ1Kim6mhFsYQ01bJ2ijFrHGfpf0zLzLOUWy91XST6Gw/s1136/IMG_3001.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGqTbq6fC1PzlBNrlCu36n0QVdRLtnbrvB9_kQmWHIA3LQ0rj92uW9PQSWtGZCxP3hqwlB_mbI2TmibLB2xTuLhE8Yf75uBPryJo8Vwec2egF0mB80_0WJteu3i5wdT6_YtWMwmcFSbzZEHaQ1Kim6mhFsYQ01bJ2ijFrHGfpf0zLzLOUWy91XST6Gw/s320/IMG_3001.PNG" width="180" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I know I will never be the same nor would I want to go back to ignorance, it's just not <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me </span>anymore. Now I get to watch her find out what she is made of and hope she enjoys the ride. </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">As for our family, I have resolved myself to the fact that they just want to instill fear, or maybe they have never fought for something with the very soul they have been blessed with and fear is the first response. Regardless, they have no intent of supporting those of us who are challenging adversity. It's ok, we will just have to do it without them, as we explore the new <span style="color: #2b00fe;">me.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia;">"The journey is never ending"</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p></div>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-28752011321263930612022-12-28T16:09:00.001-08:002022-12-28T16:09:24.494-08:00The Honest Truth<p> </p><p> <span style="color: #800180;">Honesty</span> has a power that very few people can handle.<br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Steven Aitchison</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">After spending the last four years dissecting and dealing with the outrageously </span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;">dishonest </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">souls </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">within Florida's system, I have come to the realization that the reason there are so many out of control elected officials, not only in Florida yet in our country, is because they have been </span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;">dishonest </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">for so long they wouldn't know </span><span style="font-size: x-large; vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="color: #800180;">honesty </span>if </span></span>it ran them over on a sidewalk!!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">We have congested being </span></span></span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">honest </span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">with fear. The</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"> reality of a truthful conversation or speaking your truth </span></span></span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">honestly</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">, has been disallowed, which has given those of power and the general population the ability to act and do as they want. The very purpose for their positions or life, becomes a big lie, ignoring the truth. It has given others a reason to take advantage or to make others feel obligated vs being </span></span></span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">honest</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"> about their feelings. Leaving a path of fear of offending and fear of rejection.</span></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqO-aPpC653wzriNS86BQSMKinHBTN3idGsClhv6KffFzN-0ZWl-i3P6hnTS6kX4wO8mPEu25N0vSa9GbQso-uo8WCCOJ6B4Z3j_36xr9npa_QkLXhgyTfjxoO-ycUBxa-PZXFoGWTM8hrlCy-k1Ve2qhn5mMfEuKFjjEGmUh5a7vM_pYj9X6GURsfQ/s1136/IMG_2810.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqO-aPpC653wzriNS86BQSMKinHBTN3idGsClhv6KffFzN-0ZWl-i3P6hnTS6kX4wO8mPEu25N0vSa9GbQso-uo8WCCOJ6B4Z3j_36xr9npa_QkLXhgyTfjxoO-ycUBxa-PZXFoGWTM8hrlCy-k1Ve2qhn5mMfEuKFjjEGmUh5a7vM_pYj9X6GURsfQ/s320/IMG_2810.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Honesty </span></span></span>has taken a back door in our society. Seriously people! stop challenging those who have a different opinion, stop being fearful to voice your opinion. Offend people, if they can't take it, that is their problem. People need to get a backbone, period. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I would never allow anyone to impose their opinions or lies on to me. There is no other way, just </span><span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;">honesty. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">To shun someone for their opinion or lifestyle is not the way yet expecting everyone to feel the same way deprives them of their truth, their honesty. So speak your truth and move on. If they can't handle it, Oh well. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">As for Florida, the deceit, lies and no questions asked is so thick, it may never correct itself. The only way our Government or Florida will ever recover is to disintegrate "prosecutorial immunity". But its not too late for you.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">The truth does hurt and <span style="color: #800180;">honesty </span>is the best policy for without it we become a society of fools. Stop being a fool.</span></p><p><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA6Lm1Ooyj_eBHrnQMMuIVTQOQLGAr8z8dp8PT7GqKRUjlIM59nCefI80W7Mla3xGddkIXtNtYsJFCkmjmNjBl6GVXTjMYj2pCQLR88KB3p7O05wuRL0DS_Yqy8WQgQZ92Xuna5lYP-v-I26nPFV5A7JWPAWDnOq6uAEENHD6wz_jXYuNcpQ0YRON0Q/s1136/IMG_2811.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA6Lm1Ooyj_eBHrnQMMuIVTQOQLGAr8z8dp8PT7GqKRUjlIM59nCefI80W7Mla3xGddkIXtNtYsJFCkmjmNjBl6GVXTjMYj2pCQLR88KB3p7O05wuRL0DS_Yqy8WQgQZ92Xuna5lYP-v-I26nPFV5A7JWPAWDnOq6uAEENHD6wz_jXYuNcpQ0YRON0Q/s320/IMG_2811.PNG" width="180" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>"your <span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="color: #800180;">honesty </span>is like a pill...hard to swallow", oh well I hope you don't choke on it;)</span></span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><br /> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-65948714635690556122022-12-20T14:50:00.001-08:002022-12-20T14:51:49.770-08:00Who's watching Who?<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span> They never leave us, so feel no pain! </span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Feel no pain blog, Nov 19, 2022</span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I sometimes get asked, why do you hashtag Gods <span style="color: #2b00fe;">watching</span> closely? Great question and somewhat easy to explain. The phrase was delivered to me from my mom, after her death.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I can hear you atheist now, yet I can assure you that this was just the first step in my process of connection. I was grateful that my mom kept her promise to come to me after her passing yet I never expected it in this form.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Within weeks of her death my then 2 year old parrot started to say "JoJo's got a friend", simple but I had never taught her that. Soon after, my sisters prompted me to think of a question, never to speak it out loud, wait for the answer, if it was her, she would answer the question. So I did, the question was; are you happy? I never spoke it, I thought it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">About a week later, while relaxing, JoJo was agitated and dragging her beak, I tried to get up to retrieve a recorder, felt a gentle pressure on my chest to sit back down...then clear as day she said "its wonderful here, I'm very happy". My parrots beak is moving and the sentence just flow out of her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">An amazing accomplishment for my mom to be able to do this, or so I thought. Over the next several weeks I recorded many verbalizations and then one day, I checked the recording and my mom told me what the dying process was for her. It purely went like this.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Its really hot in here, I'm going up, going up into heaven. Came to an open road, didn't know what to do, going up, up....Gods <span style="color: #2b00fe;">watching </span>closely.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-mGLjgq_olX65KC4cA-gSVpwvrab8xXlUQEbPq1hhvWlTVZlwrNANplT_w1KokZf5TZESWOySWqnfvJrp66uuUQOQLUzbRIvR-AhqrjyIpqplYg2uryWQkJhu-38aBqyQkL-OD-bjPkf4kDhUarz1Z3luqn2MlFarJ-L4WXuqw4K4eSL_oxaPVHoyQ/s1136/IMG_2659.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-mGLjgq_olX65KC4cA-gSVpwvrab8xXlUQEbPq1hhvWlTVZlwrNANplT_w1KokZf5TZESWOySWqnfvJrp66uuUQOQLUzbRIvR-AhqrjyIpqplYg2uryWQkJhu-38aBqyQkL-OD-bjPkf4kDhUarz1Z3luqn2MlFarJ-L4WXuqw4K4eSL_oxaPVHoyQ/w250-h320/IMG_2659.PNG" width="250" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A phrase that never left me! I am so grateful that my mother made sure she came to me in death, I was astonished on her choice of communication. My mother was teaching and helping me to use my mind vs believing everything you see, or what you are told to trust in.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It has been many years since my mom passed. Our communications grew and she was sure to indulge others on the other side in this venture. Which is why I am sharing this story of who's <span style="color: #2b00fe;">watching </span>who. The interesting thing about the dead is, they like to talk and talk they do. Can you imagine what happens when someone takes the life of someone close to you.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">To be continued.<span> </span><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjed9JpUA9i52afQli1GIdo8x2xgHFpQjcua2u9JoIkxGH5nn9LxAcEa-81BLFSQNatOCR8GFucrIvlOldkmpMsx7WrG_D4d96yWslOlQdJRNNTcl6ZWqO6wZ8Ziz7tlVdfKgx3nkMWrLiV1UF5PMHSRb0-DRVws61oe8kx6Uku0K5ND07dUxZNB40X-g/s600/IMG_2658.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjed9JpUA9i52afQli1GIdo8x2xgHFpQjcua2u9JoIkxGH5nn9LxAcEa-81BLFSQNatOCR8GFucrIvlOldkmpMsx7WrG_D4d96yWslOlQdJRNNTcl6ZWqO6wZ8Ziz7tlVdfKgx3nkMWrLiV1UF5PMHSRb0-DRVws61oe8kx6Uku0K5ND07dUxZNB40X-g/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Love you!</span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-78158992471141332112022-12-15T12:00:00.000-08:002022-12-15T12:00:51.219-08:00Running Rampant<p> <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">"Evidence can go missing for many different reasons"</span> </p><p><span> <span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Florida's Ethics Commission Board</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I cannot even believe that I actually have this in writing. This response pounds in the proof that Prosecutors are <span style="color: #cc0000;">running </span>rampant. This response is to my complaint to Florida's ethics commission on the rogue, rampant, Clearwater Fl., prosecutor, who tampered/obstructed with an over abundance of evidence in a homicide! Missing witnesses, missing supplements, missing audio, missing cop who took audio, missing transcriptions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This behavior is not only going on in Florida, yet Florida is rabid with state attorney's, assistant state attorneys and average everyday attorney's <span style="color: #cc0000;">running </span>rampant! There are prosecutors all over the country doing the same thing, they are mistakenly feeling comfortable shielding each other. A brotherly type love, a kinship that leads to rogue behavior.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">They lie for each other<span> and to themselves! </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGS41Rk8cwMKrNobmw6iI4sZ9Es0ctpb2Ji9keRrGcTXALd2fysUDrXZL28wa8EEimn7QsvjOybK1Vbz-Aw-EKeYYASAgzZqErCWA2QrCBNhR305IF5VnSrGQ9mUzxe2WgcnmjHNtC65k5dJSTUDZ2TBbWFgSM7_THttP0novZ1u6BxP3pxwSLwlLFw/s1136/IMG_2508.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGS41Rk8cwMKrNobmw6iI4sZ9Es0ctpb2Ji9keRrGcTXALd2fysUDrXZL28wa8EEimn7QsvjOybK1Vbz-Aw-EKeYYASAgzZqErCWA2QrCBNhR305IF5VnSrGQ9mUzxe2WgcnmjHNtC65k5dJSTUDZ2TBbWFgSM7_THttP0novZ1u6BxP3pxwSLwlLFw/s320/IMG_2508.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">This particular board is comprised of 9 members, 6 of the members are attorneys and or former state attorneys (prosecutors). The remaining 3 members are business members. Well maybe that is why this ethics commissions board of Florida is confused</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">, that must be why they feel that it is normal to lose evidence, no biggy!! They are not</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"> privy to the fact that a prosecutor loosing evidence is considered tampering/obstruction or that a prosecutor who does not contact next of kin after a homicide, is a color of the law violator. How can any complainant expect this board to know that when 3 of the members are business associated, they only know business law. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">Or could it be that the board has a higher percent of attorney's who are </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">running </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">rampant?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9eJEoifA-fq3sAed-hWXaCUBOmcjSE9-cgM0CokimCr7sDfCJSlGbpbTxmlB7ZDHEoScpIVaMOMP2_mFAdHsHsxEaTnOZs5BqcF0hBsQ3yd6txxm4mEiEgX6Tpkw-XS9JQsbJpC2O-HPOkk1q1iUKwy2S4aoN7uz0GcaSTLEuZB88p77LHAwdXpYSA/s1136/IMG_2507.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9eJEoifA-fq3sAed-hWXaCUBOmcjSE9-cgM0CokimCr7sDfCJSlGbpbTxmlB7ZDHEoScpIVaMOMP2_mFAdHsHsxEaTnOZs5BqcF0hBsQ3yd6txxm4mEiEgX6Tpkw-XS9JQsbJpC2O-HPOkk1q1iUKwy2S4aoN7uz0GcaSTLEuZB88p77LHAwdXpYSA/s320/IMG_2507.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Make no mistake about it, I am never shocked with Florida's attorney kinship. I also have a kinship to my husband and I have a kinship with God. It is through those kinships that I will be mistake free, spot on and confident that no matter how many fellow glorified attorney's try to protect the guilty by <span style="color: #cc0000;">running </span>the show, one day the their legs will give out.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">#rampantisasrampantdoes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;">"Misconduct Spreads as Thick as Thieves"</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;">Deborah McGuire</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-5851941794095126752022-12-09T15:39:00.000-08:002022-12-09T15:39:17.379-08:00Reality Check!<p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">It Always seems impossible until it's Done</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Nelson Mandela</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I've heard it over and over...You're still dealing with this? Why do you keep going! The <span style="color: #990000;">reality</span> is when bad people do bad things, you must fight back, simple isn't it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">They're all around us, liars, schemers, frauds, payoffs, scratch my backers, people who will do anything to better themselves in position, wealth or just in their minds. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I find it curious just how little support or positive encouragement I get and I now understand why this type of behavior has been going unchecked. People want to live in their own <span style="color: #990000;">reality</span>, they are afraid of the unknown, afraid to say anything, only wanting to exist in their little world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">That being said, this is exactly why there are so many bad people. In their <span style="color: #990000;">reality</span>, no one says or does anything about the actions, so why not! Go ahead let this homicide committer go, take care of the evidence, get rid of the vehicle, don't bother contacting the family because they won't know what to do and will do nothing! Why do we wander how so many innocent are convicted or why this world is such a mess.</span></p><p><i style="color: #741b47; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ignorance is bliss or is it?</i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVDOXXWtKa5ZBXDpiRXh5XXHOngOzGsrPcX6HkpC7wDCJnZjl9pbnf2DU_TZE-uBNNZt8-ii3J-VhH9KnuWpsHZdmyHB42SFIHlZQ8ir5GVjhmqrg1vfaVvu8juGV10acki6btVQ0T7cgRe-NkqABIuJDy_-CWqZJUH99tsogBmU7Kp-FYLE5y5Neww/s1136/IMG_2416.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVDOXXWtKa5ZBXDpiRXh5XXHOngOzGsrPcX6HkpC7wDCJnZjl9pbnf2DU_TZE-uBNNZt8-ii3J-VhH9KnuWpsHZdmyHB42SFIHlZQ8ir5GVjhmqrg1vfaVvu8juGV10acki6btVQ0T7cgRe-NkqABIuJDy_-CWqZJUH99tsogBmU7Kp-FYLE5y5Neww/w235-h320/IMG_2416.PNG" width="235" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It is in my <span style="color: #990000;">reality, </span>to never allow this maniac behavior, narcissistic motives and obvious unchecked actions go. The consequences of ignoring it could be catastrophic for others. If those who experienced this before me had fought back then I would not have to.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">We see it in our government, we see it in our families and friends. The <span style="color: #990000;">reality </span>is you are a big part of the problem. You must start calling a spade a spade, throwing the <span style="color: #990000;">reality</span> of the situation out there, deal with it, take it on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Having a good heart is just wonderful, yet the sad <span style="color: #990000;">reality </span>is the consequences of doing nothing, can be impossible to repair. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">My actions should be the norm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">My actions should be expected and supported.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">My actions should be a </span><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">reality </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">for all.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">#doingittillitsdone!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxb_EJfqa0nEzDDd0xRKOXtMWrGAA0Q3Ip0eO1wfggd-ye1dy9WmWXKVcDhOD8QwvyuxmN_rUX8VlNHLvVzGnClhXfAxbVEr5Ilg08zrABLCcuIP5wKkIncBF11XW_MDtiKN0JlThS2JjKsaQTYMOjR99gqTsayo6IA_nwYqQJyElciCc6DHdcbEK9yA/s1136/IMG_2417.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxb_EJfqa0nEzDDd0xRKOXtMWrGAA0Q3Ip0eO1wfggd-ye1dy9WmWXKVcDhOD8QwvyuxmN_rUX8VlNHLvVzGnClhXfAxbVEr5Ilg08zrABLCcuIP5wKkIncBF11XW_MDtiKN0JlThS2JjKsaQTYMOjR99gqTsayo6IA_nwYqQJyElciCc6DHdcbEK9yA/s320/IMG_2417.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-20667243429241008052022-11-27T13:23:00.005-08:002022-11-27T15:04:49.801-08:00Protection for WHO?<p> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Once upon a time, there was <span style="color: red;">protection </span>for the people of the USA, in this document called the Constitution that was established to <span style="color: red;">protect</span> the people. I became acquainted with this document by no choice of my own. It is through this acquaintance that I have become aware of how many elected officials use parts of this document to their benefit or so they think.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">The big one is the 5th Amendment which was often used for those who where accused, tried and found not guilty. It was a <span style="color: red;">protection </span>from double jeopardy. But what if rogue prosecutor's use the 5th amendment to benefit themselves? To help them "scratch a back" or make a little extra something, something? To wrongly <span style="color: red;">protect</span> the guilty by tampering, obstructing to set up the innocent to appear guilty. How many cases have we seen, Epstein for one, where the prosecutor appeared to being his job yet was <span style="color: red;">protecting</span> him? Who is there to <span style="color: red;">protect </span>the innocent from rogue, deceptive prosecutors?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;">The 5th amendment</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: #073763;"><b>LEARN~FIGHT </b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf57T9VG5nCYZk4t6Y6C0F7MtNwI4W_WvfSpxdCMC6W4zcv7zd1QdnWXQDyKHJUeBKPdAYWZcobKszYmrVSzCUbjYEo0aTRolhLoizQiGZPNIM9je1iZc5szZGjLtgAQ-A6KT7Oj3LiYTyYUJBLLUTVkVzt9oapuOiwMhBct5kB8dpLQ4w1XwEIzrEg/s1136/IMG_2152.PNG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf57T9VG5nCYZk4t6Y6C0F7MtNwI4W_WvfSpxdCMC6W4zcv7zd1QdnWXQDyKHJUeBKPdAYWZcobKszYmrVSzCUbjYEo0aTRolhLoizQiGZPNIM9je1iZc5szZGjLtgAQ-A6KT7Oj3LiYTyYUJBLLUTVkVzt9oapuOiwMhBct5kB8dpLQ4w1XwEIzrEg/s320/IMG_2152.PNG" width="180" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><i><span style="color: #073763;">It's all there, </span><span style="color: red;">protect </span>yourself.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">In this amendment, it is stated that prosecutors must do a complete and thorough job. Which makes sense, if prosecutor's are <span style="color: red;">protecting</span> someone or something, they could do anything to ensure the guilty becomes "not guilty!" Therefore, if the prosecutors loses the evidence or does no investigation the defendant is NOT protected by the 5th!!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">This is never overseen in our Country. The 5th <span style="color: red;">protects </span>us from rogue, deceptive prosecutors and from the guilty or their families from "buying off" a charge. Why is the 5th not monitored? Could it be many in the government are not aware because 40% of our government is run by attorney's or former attorneys? Many are not Constitutional attorney's and or:, some are rogue.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">So, if you come across a situations where a prosecutor is releasing the guilty, tampering, obstructing,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSE3FZn-iLmSoJJ_2ri-WnHPgH-OMzy0NUoqepk55ZlvTK33wCHrunxgRBhid4V076ePrhyjbM0fpAzdMBWsB5zTfKRUE6nutFmuWQ5LtsfdkwlgySbgfVKFZv3xO_c741NQeXk-VjBnW24FQJFjRrRoap6atFVrNPreOZz51qLCJtUwSb8wKv5Y_meQ/s1136/IMG_2150.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSE3FZn-iLmSoJJ_2ri-WnHPgH-OMzy0NUoqepk55ZlvTK33wCHrunxgRBhid4V076ePrhyjbM0fpAzdMBWsB5zTfKRUE6nutFmuWQ5LtsfdkwlgySbgfVKFZv3xO_c741NQeXk-VjBnW24FQJFjRrRoap6atFVrNPreOZz51qLCJtUwSb8wKv5Y_meQ/s320/IMG_2150.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">giving DUI homicide drivers a traffic ticket or showing any kind of rogue behavior, by all means, you fight back. The innocent are also <span style="color: red;">protected </span>under the 5th and never forget it!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;">#<span style="color: red;">protection</span>forall</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143317527889151999.post-22058954242227505032022-11-19T14:56:00.000-08:002022-11-19T14:56:37.329-08:00Feel No Pain<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sometimes, and I mean only sometimes, I allow myself to feel the <span style="color: #2b00fe;">pain</span> of the life I have left behind. Not only with the death of my husband., I allow myself to go back, far back to all that I have lost in my life and the <span style="color: #2b00fe;">pain, </span>sorrow that goes along with it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I think of all of the love I have had, I look around now to a somber space, filled with a fraction of response. The life, love, animals, parents, family, friends, fun... have all moved on to other pastures or the other side. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">As</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I was reflecting, the feeling of loneliness, of course, followed. I was thrust back in to the decisions of my life and how </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">pain </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">was the reason I made so many choices that would protect me from </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">pain. </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I did not want to allow too much into my life because I could not bear the <span style="color: #2b00fe;">pain </span>of losing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">So be it! We all have <span style="color: #2b00fe;">painful </span>experiences, we all reflect on our lives and the loss we have endured. It's within all of us, that somber space has been felt by so many before me. My Mom, Aunts, Uncles, Dad, siblings, friends, everyone had or has it inside of them., it is those who embrace it, cry, get angry, relive pictures and recognize the loss, that become free of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: red;">It's ok to feel it but be sure to release it.</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOPRnSwIaGDox2-wC6Mx6Ql1vzsaaEgsvtDShXdaUDJ7Usfdi_1R_egPskWjy0LAKcV2lpvK7Tft7e9fUI81-nXS8kH0bDAm4Po6BJBQ9CI13Th0w1Ps7Z7pAwesgSUVN12s5PMiO-W2wkP77FZiVekAhAZfWsYeQn2o_8SDycGoFde0cwmi4zRRkzUQ/s1136/IMG_1987.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOPRnSwIaGDox2-wC6Mx6Ql1vzsaaEgsvtDShXdaUDJ7Usfdi_1R_egPskWjy0LAKcV2lpvK7Tft7e9fUI81-nXS8kH0bDAm4Po6BJBQ9CI13Th0w1Ps7Z7pAwesgSUVN12s5PMiO-W2wkP77FZiVekAhAZfWsYeQn2o_8SDycGoFde0cwmi4zRRkzUQ/s320/IMG_1987.PNG" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And just like that, my <span style="color: #2b00fe;">pain </span>subsides and I look at my parrot Jo Jo bird, give her a whistle and I am back in the reality of my somber life. Then suddenly!!, my deceased grandmother calls my name! Oh! did I forgot to mention, they never leave us, so feel no <span style="color: #2b00fe;">pain</span>! But</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> that's another story. To be continued...</span><br /></span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Deborah McGuire (Fair Play Facts)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06227863979621981221noreply@blogger.com0