A Strong Sense of Community from a Indigenous Descendant

From my upbringing you would think they would imbued me with a strong sense of friendship and community. A growing Mi'kmaq family that has been teaching me all that and what is a good relationship. My step family has been close to me like real family. Like blood but a little more closer to my identity. I know that the Morrison has their faults and downs. So do I but they would rather emphasize mine before they say their. See I haven't be able to get over the fact that my step uncle Dodo has done wrongs too. I don't know what but he has been working on wrapping it up.

Generational/historical dysfunctional cycles are what I've been trying to break. The way they see it isn't how I know it is. I know that I don't want that hypersexuality to be instilled in my family. Having a healthy relationship is stepping into the psycho-spirituality.

The psycho-spirituality of the AA, NA and seven sacred teachings. I know that I've been listening to stories and how common it is. It comforts me to know that we have all the same goals in AA and NA. I'm learning from Doctors and psychotherapists. Growing up on First Nation communities I'd learned that food and conversation could go hand in hand. I know that I did hands-on jobs in Eskasoni and worked through traumas. I still want to accomplish so much in my life. I know that my first Red Seal should be in cooking.

I know a little in cooking and I want to continue with the hands-on experience and learning from Mawita'mk Work Program. From a few First Nation communities I'd learned that they have violent people in. I haven't been able to earn a good livelihood but I know that I've been trying to make a good daily routine in fitness and chores.

My battle is was battle for thriving peace, harmony and productivity. I know that I wanted to work in peace but nobody wants peace. I know that I wanted to thrive and grow accustomed to living alone. But I know that I don't have any respect because of such hatefulness. Feeling like I got it made in We'koqma'q community but my friends are learning too. Today's society is learning the hardships financially. The inflation rate is getting the struggle more real enough not to talk about it.

Have you been poor, broke and homeless where nobody wants to feed ya. And you have to steal money from kids. Learning Clyde's story I know that he was safe in certain places. But I know my story well and I know that Clyde has his story. If he wants to publish on blog I could. I know that stories could make it on here. And if I could make it into publication with my poems.

If I could make it into my poems I could publish and get something going. I know that I'm a valuable and important person to Mawita'mk Society. I've been earning a good living with my stepfather's job, my older brother helping out, my different family's jobs and everything I could earn out of a family like that. My biological mother taught me to be an endurance walker and so did my stepfather. I know that I had a lot of hard work in Eskasoni. Work is known as what is workability. What is viable in the community and what could I do as a good job.

I know shat it is to have professional eustress and to take pride in my job. Economically trained by the family and knowing what I could do with my life. After my child addiction I was recovering and learning what's normal to do after school. How to have a routine again and how to spend my energy during the day. I know that I had after school chores.

Doing chores for the neighborhood, depending on who was my stepfather's friends and family. And I was learning who was my biological mother's connections and stuff. Hopefully I could do something like that again and earn a living doing odd jobs or chores for family. Start my own Chores Worker or get a Certificates in butlery and Handyman, Caretaker and Custodial Technician. Get those and Landscape Technology diploma. And start a Chores Worker business for elders. I want jobs that help out Elders and disabled people. I want my business to grow and be established to the First Nation communities of Nova Scotia.

I want Rosie to have the best of my life with Mawita'mk Society. Where Rosie could say proudly I got my fitness, second transplant kidney and full driver's license. To start all this I have to have a job. Earning a good full-time employmental pay.

I know that I want to earn a full-time employee's pay that I could save up enough for a car. All my family schemes off of me because they don't want me to enjoy my money. I cannot earn a full-time employment here because I don't have any respect in that area. In that area I'm scared to depend on Mawita'mk Society to wake me up. I used to have my own alarm clock and everything. I want to learn a lot from other people. The streets have been more concrete reality than anything. And I know that I've been learning to accept myself in this kind of line of butlery or something. I know that I've been an unofficial butler for certain people.

I know that I could learn a thing or two about jobs. I know that I have Employee's Rights and Respect. If the employer is coming from respect than I could carry on. But if not then I struggle. See I have pride in my full-time employmental productivity.

I want that employee of the month award. I want that professional fitness experience and efficiency. I don't want to be this guy stuck with subscriptions and bills. I want to keep paying. But see I have kidney problems and I have to go back on dialysis. There isn't any easy educational path or financial support to go home. Or any disability financials in We'koqma'q community. Or any First Nation communities in Nova Scotia. There isn't any supplementations or additions or extra pay for their disability. In their minimum wages they assume that I don't get any disability because I was working.

I find it hard to believe that trades, Minimum Wage Order and other jobs shouldn't have Philosophy of Labor by Frank Tannenbaum. It's culturally relevant to Canada and America. That book should tie Canada and America into a dual citizenship employmental pay system.

Start something with Indigenous descendants' disability sector. I know that I have rights in a normal spectrum but what are my rights in disability spectrum? My organization with Wabanaki Council of Disability are Indigenous Regional organizations advocating and working for positive changes in Canada's disability sector. There is a Proclamation for Indigenous Disability Awareness Month and soon Disability Rights. Hopefully, I am disabled nerdy little guy.

I know that Mawita'mk Society cares but I want to live my life how I see fit. I'm not crying or anything, this is more of a Critique about them. They won't allow certain things to happen because it's their food. That's one reason why I want to move. Because they don't have a respected food sharing. I eat, I should be able to walk. That's how I ran things in my old home in Eskasoni.

Before I was traumatized I was healthy and active. I looked for pop bottles. But Mawita'mk Society is in the discrediting, disempowering and discouraging kind of people. They have their own prejudice against me even though I'm supposed to say that this place is Stigma-free. I know that I don't have any respect in saying stuff. My Critique only last a few good nights and I cannot learn to manage on my own. I cannot cook what I want because I'm on dialysis. I'm practically stuck here because I cannot manage the workload, list of things to do and the chores.

A historic discourse in my personal history with Mawita'mk Society. I have to consider they have supported me in many ways of being integral component in my life. Yes, they have been twelve-year-old support system in my life but I wonder what I done to set them off about keeping me in a certain way. Well they don't do one time deal or I'm out of here.

Mawita'mk Society's care is my level of happiness that I get to eat and drink. But I know that people are cruel bitches and want me to suffer little. I don't trust certain bitches because they could turn on you faster than they could suppress you. Opportunities in Eskasoni is mine and I know that these ladies don't care how I like certain things. I don't know what to do about proving myself. Originally I was supposed to work but this was a great choice at first. All they do is tell me things and stop me when I know that I could grow accustomed to living work.

Yes, Mawita'mk Society has ingratiated me into their community. Growing personally accustomed to Mawita'mk Society I have been learning that most of my past accomplishments was a high. And I know that I haven't been earning a good living. But again I'm on dialysis and have to take it easy. Not to say so much to languish.

Communication is multifunctional, multifaceted and keen if you know what you are doing. That's what I want to offer, a wide range of services in my hometown relating to Butlery Certificate to exclusive few family members. Handyman Certificate, Caretaker Certificate, Custodial Technician Training Certificate and Landscape Technology diploma services. I have my own Certificate of Accomplishment credential hanging on my wall. I want a multifaceted business in my hometown. I want to start with family and friends. Do the discount and start a Season of Worker business in We'koqma'q community.

Then I want to do business in We'koqma'q community, starting my reputation in We'koqma'q community doing a exceptional job in We'koqma'q community. That's another reason why I want to move they don't want to leave my mental/emotional status alone.

I know that they want me to have the correct thinking of things. Maybe I could learn to use my mental powers on my own to therapize myself? But I know that I'm sinking in a mental/emotional intelligence sea of depression and all the darkness. I know that I have been here before and I know that my coping skills are very important in this state of monsters and space. I know that when I'm traveling I have been living in outer space and in my own spacecraft. I know that I could learn off of eBooks. And have plenty of eBooks in my own spacecraft. Space is weightless and water has pressurized weight to it.

I know that I love and want to be loved. I know that Mawita'mk Society provides care and love. But I am on dating apps and don't need anything attractive or sexy. Well I hope that I could get into walking again and fitness.

When I'm alone I'm mostly engaged into stuff like this. Reading, researching and learning new words from English, French, Mi'kmaq and other languages. With this smartphone I could get learning apps and whatever words I want to understand I could put in Google. And learn the meanings of words in an instant. I know that I've learned emotional intelligence from sex, relationships, family, communities and Churches. Yes I've been beaten and pulverized but I keep learning. Learning is multifaceted and has many levels of interest and aspects to it. Having my life with a bunch of wounded women I know a thing or two about traumas. I have been dealing with traumas since I popped out of my biological mother's stomach.

I know that I'm loved but what's with punishment if traumas are what we want to prevent? There has to be another way to determine and edify someone.

I know that to instruct or improve someone's mind is to give them knowledge. Me? I was deprived of knowledge and my stepfather's family has been keeping me in the dark. I know that I don't have any real powers over my mind because my step uncles have taken control over me. And taught me hypersexual insecurities, doubts and fears and jealousy. I know that I don't get to choose my destiny in Eskasoni.  Because a whole community is something prejudicial hatred. I cannot ever move back home because of all the suffering, beatdowns and home invasions I'd suffered because my step uncles wanted control over me.

Everyone wanted control over me. I know that I never was train to fight or exercise. I never was independent enough to thrive on my own. I know that I had a few good Christmases in Chapel Island while I'd lived in Eskasoni.

But I'd refused and wanted to deal with the situation myself. Originally I was going to talk about the merits of Mawita'mk Society. But my family has been struggling to get me in their care when I was a teen. I know that I don't get to enjoy my time in Paq'tnkek, Membertou, Eskasoni. I know that I have been enjoying peace with my fellow Mi'kmaq community members. I know that I refused to be taken under their wings but they didn't want me to develop, grow or thrive. They did everything they could to keep me down. So did the community until I got a good job.

They wanted me diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic because it just adds to my lifetime. The life expectancy of a transplant kidney patient is more than 20-25 years from a donor but a deceased person is 15-20 years. With my first transplant kidney I lasted 21 years. I got my kidney back in 1998 and had a hell of a time getting a job.

As soon as I could get up and do something I knew that I couldn't do much. It took a while to get on my feet and feel comfortable because of the majorness of the operations. I know that I had my life in IWK's hands and had to trust them. As much I'm trusting Mawita'mk Society to be professionally sensitive about my life. And they are because they are family in ways. I've adopted them to be family. I want to have jobs in We'koqma'q community because I know a thing or two. I know that I could get reminders. But I know that I have been living at Mawita'mk Society for twelve years and going out to outings, trips and family vacations.

I know a thing or two about construction, painting, dry-walling and framing. I know that I want to put all this knowledge into practice and keep it for my community business. Independence is personal leadership that is thriving and working. 

What's culturally appropriate in my life? What I'd culturally relevant in my life?  Sweatlodges and dances. I know that I need time to learn the language. I have a level of language knowledge but I know that I need more. I am a few days with Junior High School level. Kind of starting out but in a few lessons. My step uncles have taken me out and try to fill their days with work. That's why I have a bruised arm and no veins on my right arm. I am still recovering from certain things like that. 

Well they have been learning themselves what is a good relationship and I'm learning from Dr. John Gottman's works. Doctors like Dr. Philip Zimbardo's works and Dr. John Gottman's works. I know that I have been learning what makes evil through Lucifer's Effect by Dr. Philip Zimbardo. And I know that people don't want to consider influences as a sources of evil nor their situational forces. Like how they want to change their mind into more peaceful life. I know that they have to snap out of it. 

Coping skills have been known to alleviate suffering. And I know that I have been through hell in different mad stages and worked through traumas. I know that my step uncle was merciless with a kid who never fought back. I know that I'm starting to hate my stepfather's family. The Morrison family isn't into healthy coping skills or relationships. I know that I have been learning everyone wanted me to fail to empathize with them. 

A strong sense of friendship and community is something they could hide from. But I digress. I feel that I had a few good years in Eskasoni on my own. Not too much fun but I know that I didn't have what I have in We'koqma'q community. Safety and sobriety for twelve long happy years. I know that is what I'm getting used of, a harmony thriving in health and balance. I know that I'm happy where I'm at with the level of education and employability. Feeling lucky because I got nieces and nephews. 

In We'koqma'q community I'm learning to grow personally accustomed to living in peace, productivity, accomplished past and thriving life. What is workable and viable progress in We'koqma'q community? What future jobs could I have? I know that overdrinking my dialysis limit of two cups per day is getting scary. Well yeah I am scared and want to do better. 

I know that certain community members are rooting for me. Nobody wants me dead, just tormented like my uncle says. I know that I have productive days here because I get to do stuff for We'koqma'q and Mawita'mk Society. I know that I'm happy with what I have, a safe home and a sober productive lifestyle with Mawita'mk Society and family. I get to do stuff for them and have a lot of fun doing it too.

Too bad I didn't have my fame and fortune with hard rock. I write but I don't write happy things. I know that I don't get any justice from certain people and places. I know that they don't want me brave to face my consequences or them. I know that they want me to wash it all away with their sins. Let the wrongs slide along and have them in the right. Throughout my life they have kept me down through hypersexuality. I know that my enemies keep me close. And I know that I keep them closer. 

I know that they are keeping an eye on me. And I know that they don't care about me when it comes to facing their consequences. They don't want me brave or strong enough to take on another redemptive works in their name. They have gotten away with so much in their lives that they are skilled situational psychologist that they know how to get away with so much. See? I'm learning about situational morality and forces. 

All this time I was a coward of situational skilled psychology and I did not want to learn. I know that I'm learning from Doctors and psychotherapists. Growing personally accustomed to reading here and growing up here. I'm starting to believe that I cannot leave my demons behind. I know that I have to prepare much as I can with the books I got. Read Lucifer's Effect and other psychological works in my collection. And try to repair what I could in certain areas like trust and love. I could've stopped certain people from doing stuff.