MIA American Citizen within America
Autobiography by Marilyn Norma Jane McGehee Former Model & Dancer/Forever Poet & Vocalist
I come in peace, here's my story. I am a Christian in America. I have been christened and baptized. I went missing for a year back in 07-08, from my family, and away from friends by one I shall not s peak of. I wanted to be in the Army National Guard, tested into intelligence and almost swore in, but my family discouraged me. So aside from that, I had trust issues because my mother did not accept me when I needed her. After I lived with extended family and saved up to help. I was instead trying to do college on my own then. Was working for my family, but moved out on my own and got robbed for my summer savings by my landlord on Monroe Street. Got kicked out by the police because they were illegal immigrants upstairs. Ordered a credit card to bail me out and it before that and it never came in time. I was already gone. At first I was captured by the one I don't speak of, mentally just by finding their advertisement for $300/per hour legit. They put me into sex trafficking in a way that I was deceived about. I thought I was going to a real business that was "classy" from the newspaper to set me up on real dates and offer me protection. Instead, I was basically raped and starved and threatened to be murdered, which was crazy. I ended up finding my first moment alone and ran away. I took some money jumped in a taxi with a Rostafarian and ducked. Told them to bring me to the airport. So there I was in the airport in my blue fox fur hooded jacket. Catching a lot of attention and I had to figure out a plan fast. So I flew to Las Vegas. Put in an anonymous tip to the NSA and was on the run for my life because I called to warn them and they proceeded to threaten my family and my life. So I reported that. Found out I had to get all my identification back before I could get my Sheriff’s card and dance. From there I wanted to see more west. Met humble families from the newspaper, and stayed with them or in my car. But mostly, I slept in my car. The tough part about sleeping in your car out west is sometimes it’s really cold at night so that’s when you live the night life. Then you have to sleep as well protected from the sun, in the sun, to stay warm. So sleep wasn’t much of an option, nor was food. I danced and had to work out a ton at the 24=hour=fitness=gym if I had a muscle milk. That’s also where I took my showers. I had to live on the beans and salad mostly to pay bills and send money home. I would say there are many reasons I had to run to get the word out and save us in my own way like Pocahontas somehow. But mostly, I just think the people I thought were my friends back there, just needed my help to stop what was going on. So I think that’s why they tried telling me to joke about weapons of mass destruction to people all the time when I was with them. It was like they gave me a Jeffrey so to speak and I just ran away from those people the best I could after I wished them the best the night before. All in all, I still have a soft spot for the people who tried caring about me, but it was just not my cup of tea. But I'm thankful for all of the few and far between angels, I’ve met along the way. One time randomly, I became fearful of my life because I broke one of my anti-party rules. I looked for weed on the wrong side of town in Las Vegas, got put on some sort of laced weed by someone trying to capture me. And somehow I just remember being saved by a man in a Letterman jacket. I don't remember much because I was on some really good weed, but I just know a couple of special people literally saved me out of some weird situations. The other friend was friends with the man in the Letterman jacket. We smoked weed together in his black and yellow striped Charger one time and listened to Say Yeah before, the song, was famous. It was none other than Wiz Khalifa and Ab$oloot. They invited me to the Lupe Fiasco party, but the day of, I ruined my own hair with chemicals by accident. As I lost my awesome cars to needing the repairs and was offered other cars out there. Somehow I was lost again. Two guys showed up and I got stolen from them. Two guys drugged me and took me out to some random place in California. Took my phone from me and I ran away from them trying to keep the beats safe the whole time. But they disappeared like me and everything of mine at a haunted house for the most part of like 13 years. But could not get back to them. I met a psychic who received all my mula at the time I needed to go home and check on my family with. I was planning on fixing what cars I had. But ended up getting scared and taking the bus and flying back by an angel helping me. I got a message that someone wanted to fly me to Seattle for the "good life", but they did not tell me who they were. So I did not go. I wanted to watch over my family first! So now I'm in a civil union marriage with my long-time personal side-kick and protector, Nick Coomes, whom I have two children with and plan to marry when we do better in our future financially. He is pursuing a career in Gold Mining. And I'm trying to go to school part-time for my Bachelor's in Audio Production to Produce Music, and I am ready to sing acapella to make CD's now! Eventually I want to start my own radio station with my family. I believe in the dream of peace because the world can change. We must be humble. When I become rich not famous, I plan to help underprivileged children.
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I come in peace, here's my story. I am a Christian in America. I have been christened and baptized. I went missing for a year back in 07-08, from my family, and away from friends I knew, by one I shall not s peak of. I wanted to be in the Army National Guard, tested into intelligence and almost swore in, but my family discouraged me. I also wanted to get into music with my friends from home, instead I had to call them to warn them what was happening to me. I should have picked up a Mattew Lesko book and figured out a safe bay. But I had amnesia from a snowboarding accident and I was scared of being found by the one I shall not speak of. But we'll get to that soon, So aside from that, I had trust issues because my mother did not accept me when I needed her. After I lived with extended family and saved up to help. I was instead trying to do college on my own then. Was working for my family, but moved out on my own and got robbed for my summer savings by my landlord on Monroe Street. Got kicked out by the police because they were illegal immigrants upstairs. Ordered a credit card to bail me out and it before that and it never came in time. I was already gone. At first, I was captured by the one I don't speak of, mentally just by finding their advertisement for $300/per hour "legit". They put me into sex trafficking in a way that I was deceived about. I thought I was going to a real business that was "classy" from the newspaper to set me up on real dates and offer me protection. Instead, I was basically raped and starved and threatened to be murdered, which was crazy. I ended up finding my first moment alone and ran away. I took some money jumped in a taxi with a Rostafarian and ducked. Told them to bring me to the airport. So there I was in the airport in my blue fox fur hooded jacket. Catching a lot of attention and I had to figure out a plan fast. So I flew to Las Vegas. Put in an anonymous tip to the NSA and was on the run for my life because I called to warn them and they proceeded to threaten my family and my life. So I reported that. Found out I had to get all my identification back before I could get my Sheriff’s card and dance. From there I wanted to see more west. Met humble families from the newspaper, and stayed with them or in my car. But mostly, I slept in my car. The tough part about sleeping in your car out west is sometimes it’s really cold at night so that’s when you live the night life. Then you have to sleep as well protected from the sun, in the sun, to stay warm. So sleep wasn’t much of an option, nor was food. I danced and had to work out a ton at the 24=hour=fitness=gym if I had a muscle milk. That’s also where I took my showers. I had to live on the beans and salad mostly to pay bills and send money home. I would say there are many reasons I had to run to get the word out and save us in my own way like Pocahontas somehow. But mostly, I just think the people I thought were my friends back there, just needed my help to stop what was going on. So I think that’s why they tried telling me to joke about weapons of mass destruction to people all the time when I was with them. It was like they gave me a Jeffrey so to speak and I just ran away from those people the best I could after I wished them the best the night before. All in all, I still have a soft spot for the people who tried caring about me, but it was just not my cup of tea. But I'm thankful for all of the few and far between angels, I’ve met along the way. One time randomly, I became fearful of my life because I broke one of my anti-party rules. I looked for weed on the wrong side of town in Las Vegas, got put on some sort of laced weed by someone trying to capture me. And somehow I just remember being saved by a man in a Letterman jacket. I don't remember much because I was on some really good weed, but I just know a couple of special people literally saved me out of some weird situations. The other friend was friends with the man in the Letterman jacket. We smoked weed together in his black and yellow striped Charger one time and listened to Say Yeah before, the song, was famous. It was none other than Wiz Khalifa and Ab$oloot. They invited me to the Lupe Fiasco party, but the day of, I ruined my own hair with chemicals by accident. As I lost my awesome cars to needing the repairs and was offered other cars out there. Somehow I was lost again. Two guys showed up and I got stolen from my good people. Two guys drugged me and took me out to some random place in California. Took my phone from me and I ran away from them trying to keep the beats safe the whole time. But they disappeared like me and everything of mine at a haunted house for the most part of like 13 years. But could not get back to them. I met a psychic who received all my mula at the time I needed to go home and check on my family with. I was planning on fixing what cars I had. But ended up getting scared and taking the bus and flying back by an angel helping me. I got a message that someone wanted to fly me to Seattle for the "good life", but they did not tell me who they were. So I did not go. I wanted to watch over my family first! So now I'm in a civil union marriage with my long-time personal side-kick and protector, whom I have two children with and plan to marry when we do better in our future financially. He is pursuing a career in Gold Mining. And I'm trying to go to school part-time for my Bachelor's in Audio Production to Produce Music, and I am ready to sing acapella to make CD's now! Eventually I want to start my own radio station with my family. I believe in the dream of peace because the world can change. We must be humble. When I become rich not famous, I plan to help underprivileged children worldwide.
By Norma Jane McGehee5 years ago in Motivation
Ezomindus
In a valley where silence grew like silver grass, And the mountains seemed to hold their breath, There lived a soul whose name no map could claim—Ezomindus. He was no king of armies, no lord of stone halls, But a traveler of thought, a seeker of questions, A spark that refused to bow to fear or certainty. Ezomindus was born on a night When the moon hung low, swollen with mystery, And the wind whispered secrets through the cracks of the world. The elders, wise yet fearful, said, “This child will wander paths unknown, And his thoughts may burn like fire.” The stars, however, had their own counsel: “This child will wonder, And in his wondering, awaken others.” From his first breath, he listened—not just to people, But to the heartbeat beneath the soil, The rhythm of rivers carving their patient paths, The quiet ache of shadows folding over themselves. He heard the sorrow hidden inside laughter, The longing beneath simple words, The unspoken truths between two people’s eyes. While the villages built houses of brick and pride, Ezomindus built bridges of questions. “Why does the river never hold its shape?” he asked. “Why does the flame dance even as it dies?” “Why does the heart ache for what it cannot name?” His questions were neither rude nor loud; They were gentle arrows of thought, Piercing the illusions of routine and comfort. He wandered through forests older than memory, Where trees leaned close as if to hear him think. Roots twisted like ancient riddles, Leaves shimmered with the dust of forgotten stars. “Everything changes,” the trees whispered, “Even the one who asks.” Ezomindus was not afraid of change. He feared the stillness that numbed the mind. He saw cities wrapped in golden noise, People chasing shadows of approval, Running toward mirrors that reflected only themselves. He whispered to them softly, “Your chains are not iron—they are thoughts You never dared to examine.” Some laughed. Some scowled. Some left. A few felt something stir inside, A small trembling recognition of a mind not yet free. He carried no sword, yet battled storms of doubt. He climbed mountains that seemed to pierce the sky, Where air thinned into honesty, And only the purest thoughts could survive. At the summit, there was no throne, No crown, no prize—only a mirror of ice. In that mirror, he saw himself Not as hero nor as failure, But as a river of becoming. His courage and his fear flowed together, His wounds glimmered like constellations, His mind stretched out like the horizon itself. He understood at last: To conquer the world is smaller than conquering the mind. So he descended, carrying no gold, No trophies, no scrolls of fame, Only awareness. He spoke in marketplaces, empty fields, In the hush of midnight and the blaze of noon. “Do not fear the darkness,” he said. “It is the canvas upon which your light can paint.” As years passed, Ezomindus did not grow old in spirit. His eyes remained young with curiosity, His voice tender with truth. Children gathered around him, Drawn to the way he asked questions Instead of offering answers. “What is strength?” one child asked. He smiled and replied, “Strength is choosing truth Even when lies are easier, Even when the world calls for silence.” “What is freedom?” another asked. He touched the soil, the roots, the wind. “Freedom,” he said softly, “Is seeing your own thoughts Without becoming their prisoner.” “And what is love?” they asked. He paused, feeling the wind trace his weathered face. “Love,” he said, “Is the courage to let another soul breathe, To honor their mind as you honor your own, To walk beside them without claiming their journey.” Ezomindus became a legend, Not of battles won or lands conquered, But of minds awakened. He did not build empires of stone; He built awakenings, Invisible yet eternal, A revolution of thought, quiet yet unstoppable. When his final evening came, The sky blazed in amber farewell, And the valley seemed to lean closer in sorrow. He lay beneath the same moon That had watched his first breath. Around him stood those Who had once been lost in noise, Now awake to the rhythm of their own hearts. “Master,” they whispered, “What remains when you are gone?” Ezomindus looked at them, At their trembling hope, At their eyes opening wide to their own truths. “I remain,” he said, “In every thought you dare to examine, In every fear you face with courage, In every moment you wake instead of drift asleep.” His breath faded like a candle surrendering to dawn, Yet the valley did not grow silent. It hummed with awareness, Alive with the minds he had stirred. Ezomindus was never a body— He was a question set on fire, A space between impulse and reflection, A courage to look within. He was the whisper that said: Do not live asleep. Do not fear the depths of your own mind. For the greatest journey Is not across oceans or stars— It is through the vast, uncharted realm Of your own consciousness. Long after, children would trace his steps in the forest, Listening to the trees, to the rivers, Learning to see the unseen. They carried no scrolls, no crowns, Only the seed of questioning he had planted, A spark that refused to die. And so Ezomindus lives, Not in stone or story, But in every mind that dares to pause, Every heart that dares to reflect, Every soul that refuses to sleep While the world drifts blindly onward. For life is fleeting, And the noise of the world can drown the quiet, But the mind that awakens is eternal. Ezomindus taught this: To live is to be aware, To be aware is to be free, To be free is to walk the endless path Of truth, courage, and love. And somewhere, when the wind bends the silver grass And the moon hangs low like a question, A voice stirs inside the restless heart: “Do not live asleep. Do not fear your own depths. For the greatest journey Is not across oceans or stars— It is through the vast, uncharted Realm of your own mind.” Ezomindus is not gone— He is the question set on fire, The mind that will not sleep, The whisper inside every heart That chooses awareness over comfort, Courage over fear, Truth over illusion. And the valley, ever alive, Breathes on, Shimmering with the light of a mind awake.
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