Rich Empathy

I am in the mind space place of the very very old money rich (East Coast).  Because my core is empathic in mimicry, I have had it.  I have been used my whole life to make people very rich and rich people richer.  I have basically lived in low income, but highly educated homes, and after college, until now, I am living in extreme poverty.  Well, I have gotten it done anyway.  The military in my environment and my soul created the illusion of stability.  I was pushed to try every activity, constant musical study ( I played the instruments that were free from my school/ B flat and F french horn and viola. I took piano lessons for 6 years.  I also studied voice from the age of 3 on.), do activities that were charity, and compete, very physically, in every game available, even board games.  I challenge the new P.I.'s to find a credit score better than mine.  All of my college loans are paid for.  I was educated publicly, so that every person's child could receive a superlative free education regardless of income or ability.  I gave ability for free too.  Well, I just let the Kavanaugh family come through and judge the matters of law and estate, and people are going to lose everything soon enough, but not them.  Survival depends on one's ability to serve, because I am through being a pawn for all of you.  The Line Deputy of Marion County comes through completely abusive to me today.  Well, I am not going to be abused by friends or mates anymore.  If I am such a travesty, a burden per se, I will find people who can love me in all of my empathic states of being, and find comedy in the everyday.  LD, your life has been so easy.  Why don't you go to Oahu for just 5 minutes, and you will be psychiatrically diseased for the rest of your days.  I have equalized communities and eventually people will know that I led the world out of a feeble and psychiatric state.  I don't have to talk with "K Crew" about anything if I don't want to.  I can stop being nice, especially to abusers who were never of my hierarchy.  If you don't know by now, I gave up my fortune to serve.  I was to be the richest heiress in history.  I was to have the reigns of all publishing and eventually media.  It was through the keyhole of The Hibbing Star.  It was a paper, during The Depression that wrote for a completely royal village.  My Grandmother King became the first female editor after the owner/ editor who she was a corporate secretary for, died and left it to her.  The Minneapolis Tribune then entertained my Great Aunt Jenn (my namesake) as Miss Windsor, and then she came into ownership of The Minneapolis Star and Tribune when her late husband bought it for her as a birthday gift, posthumously.  Carl Young was a New York City Jew who owned The New York Times who came to Hibbing community to marry a queen.  When he and Jenn wed at Westminster Presbyterian Church (downtown Minneapolis), people mistook the wedding photos with those of Queen Elizabeth and Philip.  QEII was Jenn's half sister.  That began the golden age of true editors and the power of the written word to run a community.  I made this choice because I just did not want people to take my security, and lie about me to put me in penitentiary and psychiatric asylum.  The writing I do is sorcery law around community matters combined with Apocalyptic realities, and I never would have been allowed to be free to do so, if I had ever worked in the field, technically.  My story is real, but let's just look at the people who say that it is not.  Turn the P.I.'s on those who say they know me today, and then any community I lived in, like Shoreview and Owatonna, MN.  Well, I survived, and through torture I have thrived to know beyond the knowable.  Maybe no one cares about me Line Deputy, but then why do I have stretch limousines driving around my neighborhoods and where I eat and write.  War is coming, and I will be prepared.  You may just be labeled mentally retarded and mentally insane to the point that you cannot stand up for yourself in a court of law, LD.  Oh yeah, you tried that on me too, and I am still in world view.  Sleep well if you can ever sleep at all, again.