I have been taking a while to write a review of M.E. Flow, because I needed the time to write an entire blog to express how grateful I was for the resolution of an issue that may in fact be a generational curse.
When my sink backed up in my kitchen, I suspected it to have been from rinsing the 1 cup built-in filter of my coffee maker. These days, if I want to rinse out this reusable tool, I now go outside and use the non-drinkable, yet available for rinsing water from my rain barrel. Because every bit of coffee ground grit will most likely build up over time and clog a drain. I can attest that having an indoor kitchen sink with running water plus garbage disposal is a modern miracle of convenience that I appreciate because I live in the United States—Virginia, even more specifically. I even have a dishwashing machine! But when you run the garbage disposal and the filthy brown water with chunks of floating yuck start bubbling up from the drain and the water continues to rise and rise, it’s actually like a psychological horror for me.
But the same day service that M.E. Flow provided was greatly appreciated, They alerted me of their arrival time so I would be available to let their plumber in my home and their service technician, though he may have seemed like he had a long day, was very respectful and nonjudgemental, even though I believe that at that time, my home may have been in quite a state of “messy”. As a watcher of Seinfeld, I tried to make a point of offering a glass of water as that is the customary nicety. But as he went back to his truck to get the snake, I hurriedly emptied underneath the sink so that is at least one task that this skilled laborer didn’t have to do in order to help me.
As I have learned over the past month in speaking with a hard-worker-turned-homeless-person, individuals that want to keep their job these days often have to forego some basic rights of human decency, like a lunch break, or any other kind of break during the day to keep that job. I believe there are laws in the state of Virginia that give employees that right. But as a business owner myself, I understand that some entrepreneurs can’t afford to hire anyone. In my case, because I could barely afford to pay myself!
A similar experience occurred for me when I was at Fairfax Hospital, or the Inova Fairfax Medical Center, which no one likes to say is the Psych Ward. I believe I was in room 603, and there was an issue with my bathroom. The drain in the floor of that room began belching up from out of the drain filthy brown water with chunks of floating yuck in it. And I was on the Sixth Floor.
To get an idea of how a Psych Ward is set up, if you ever get thrown into a place like this (if you were dragged kicking and screaming = INVOLUNTARY—> can leave drug free if you stay drug free, or if some cops just show up to your house and say “we’re gonna ask you to come with us” = VOLUNTARY––> can’t leave the hospital without “taking your medicine”) the bathroom situation is a bit weird.
It’s just a little thing really: there’s no lock on the bathroom door. And the availability of a mirror progresses as you go.
They do this for your own safety, of course, just in case you’re suicidal and you find some kind of sharp object you think you can hurt yourself with. Hence, if you’re progressing through the “health care” system because someone in your family is complaining that you are not sleeping, just know a 911 call can get you handcuffed to a bed.
TRUE OR FALSE:
It’s easy to sleep when you’re handcuffed to a bed.
So my medical emergency was that I was tired and couldn’t sleep, and those ER beds are not too comfortable. In fact, you can’t recline them unless they are plugged in. And once they are plugged in, you can’t turn off the lights because you are sharing a room divided by a curtain. No mirror in the ER. (More details: “https://www.beintrigued.com/post/proof-that-government-lies-perpetuate-hell-on-earth”)
So if you get from them cuffing both your hands, down to cuffing just one hand that means that you can then be trusted to announce your need to pee to the 24-7 officer in charge of securing you so that you can, in fact, use the bathroom and show that you will NOT in fact try to escape like Sarah Connor. And if you always remember to announce yourself, they’ll take all your handcuffs off. However if you have 2 hands cuffed already and show any side of violence or rebellion in your other extremities, they’ll keep adding handcuffs to your legs.
But if you get to the point of being handcuff free, they’ll give you a gown and move you to a different space. And, this space is a bit better than it was 15 years ago. The bed’s for shit, TV doesn’t work, but they painted a wall with chalkboard paint and let you have some chalk. They’ll even let you have a small book to write in and give you markers. Not sure why they invested in a TV if they weren’t going to turn it on at all, but perhaps hallucinatory tactics will be used at at later date.
Mary Jeanne Cincotta was here, second room after ER visit in ambulance on May 27, 2023 at Fairfax Hospital. Can YOU find the exit to Gallows road from 66E?
If your 24-7 detail can still contest that you are submissive, truthful and obedient enough to let them know your every move before you make it, you eventually get…TA-DA!!! Admitted to the hospital. That step involved, for me, turning in my wedding rings. Which was psychologically odd in that my engagement ring could’ve done some damage in the second room stage, maybe… but it was a little like being stripped of all your valuable items at a time when you haven’t slept in a week and you are just remembering to yourself that you overheard a binge drinker in the ER yelling at a nurse to bring him his technology (iPad or whatever) that was taken from him by security. So, As I’m watching this officer cut a zip tie to open a plastic box of my clothes and other belongings from one end and reach in and put my rings in a little baggie and put it back in the plastic bin. He didn’t replace the zip tie. So now, I just have to remember to ask security for my belongings. Remember: “Security” has your stuff.
If you’re on drugs and don’t remember by the time you leave, I wonder who takes your stuff? Ahem, or who inherits the items you turned over to the authorities at the hospital. (History repeating itself for anyone?)
Kinda like the deed to my house…..(ANYWAY!)
I get admitted to the hospital and the place has had many “upgrades” since my last stay 15 years ago. They design the floor in a big circle so you can walk laps. And if you attended your coloring classes like a freakin’ preschooler you might even learn that you can ask for a pen. A PEN!!! Thank GOD! Well, until you get the pen…. It’s a safety pen, so you can’t kill anyone with it, because it’s kinda flexible like a Twizzler and super short with a very narrow tip. It’s a little painful to write with for long periods of time, but it will use less paper and you can write more words per page when you can write at 14pt font.
But getting back to the bathroom situation at 603 Inova Fairfax Medical Center, at about my 2nd night there the bathroom floor drain starts burping and gurgling up this yellowish, brown water with chunks floating in it. I have the standard issue grip socks. No shoes, because you have no access to the clothes you were wearing anymore. You have disposable underwear, pants and a long gown that you’re supposed to button from the back. If you have a gown, you were at the hospital INVOLUNTARILY, if you have pants and a shirt top you acquiesced and were VOLUNTARY. Some people have their own clothes to wear, so I believe those persons wanted to leave with a prescription, or they had packed for the stay, I guess. But the large puddle in the center of the bathroom, which sometimes looked clear was a hazard because this is MY bathroom, the only bathroom I’m allowed to use and I have to navigate around sewage on the floor anytime I had to go. Which was often, as I got a UTI drinking water out of the tap in the ER when I was dehydrated. So, to go to the bathroom, its socks off, just in case. Because if you ask for a new pair, you never know what size you’re gonna get next.
These in-room bathroom doors are quite comical. It’s like a flimsy gymnastics mat door with a magnetic closure that clicks really loud whenever you shut it. About 4 feet tall open to ceiling and floor like a stall door. And on the side facing your bed they’ve printed a desolate beach scene. Colorful, but desolate. The acoustics in the room are so awesome that I”m pretty sure that all of your inmates roomed near you can hear that damn magnet click when you use the bathroom at night. And so, I don’t flush the toilet each time, because that is loud as hell. Go to the bathroom, jump over the sewage puddle and go to wash your hands. They’ve actually designed a sink faucet like a nubbin. Like a little triangle that if you touch it just right will spray a timed shower for your hands. It will take a few tries to touch it just right.
In the morning, I overheard that they expect you to take a shower at 6am. So, be sure to ask for towels and some new disposable underwear the night before. Otherwise, you may have to wear the same pair 2 days in a row. You’ll also have to ask for a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo etc.
And then around 7 am a cleaning crew comes in and mops your entire room every morning. Which solves the sewage on my bathroom floor until it it does the same thing the net night. Eventually, the puddle on the floor of my bathroom was too large to avoid and knowing that that was the only toilet I had, and I don’t like complaining, I decided to lay in front of the nursing station and sleep on the floor there thinking, hmmm, maybe I just won’t eat or drink anything until I get out of here? But when you don’t sleep, and you don’t take the pills either, the time can go so freakin’ slow.
Eventually a nurse checked my room and discovered the problem and I was moved. And plumbers spent hours, perhaps multiple days, snaking that floor drain. I don’t think they reoccupied that room again until after I left.
Tip Your Service Providers if you are a victim of generational curses
The moral of the story is that plumbers are VIPs, that is, very important people. They come bringing the tools to ensure that your home is free from stagnant murky chunkified brown water that renders your home of “modern conveniences” a cesspool of filth unless you clear that drain. Though my husband has learned that bathroom sinks and shower drains are usually just clogged with stuff, and I quote, “not of this earth,” these can usually be cleared out with a special, uniquely crafted tool we call a shirt hanger because, thankfully, I still have hair on my head less the amount that collects there when shower is draining slowly.
I know that there is such a thing called liquid plumbr. According to Wikipedia, “the Liquid-Plumr products have a child-resistant closure that prevents leaking and potential harm” probably so that parents know when their child is doing their chores and is fulfilling their task of clearing the kitchen, bathroom, or shower drain they’ll be there to open the top of the container for them.
Also from Wikipedia, “However, in 2016, Clorox issued a voluntary recall on products sold before March 21, 2016 due to failures with the child-resistant closure affecting about 5.4 million units with no injuries reported.” Phew! No injuries reported, guys. Everything is okay! But, seriously, how many children suffering from depression tried to kill themselves by drinking drano? Or liquid plumbr? In 2016?
And why the HELL would we pour this poison down the drain and into our recycled water supply? Can a water treatment plant really scrub our water of this poison?
Also, my home guide sent from the county, I believe, will let you know that if you have an issue with your dishwasher, they would recommend you try cleaning that yourself. So whereas clearing a kitchen sink costs around $400 (too much says my husband, you got scammed) there is NO price you can pay for one of these hard working techs to effectively clean your dishwasher. And when you’ve done it yourself, you’ll know why.
I conjecture that this issue of mine is a generational curse. Because the monumental injustice that took place in my family’s home in Falls Church, Virginia on more than one occasion exhibited a kind of horror that most people would decide to leave and secretly sell on to the next buyer.
If my mom had been alive in 2008, she would have believed me. (Reference blog: https://www.beintrigued.com/post/bible-truth-explaining-bipolar-behavior)
If I told my mom that I thought God was telling me a story every night, then of course she would deduce that I should write it down!
Lola was a secretary that knew shorthand and people could dictate a letter that she would then go and type up ready for a boss signature.
She would’ve helped convince daddy that everything was fine And she would’ve helped me with the kids and protected me like a frickin grizzly bear.
But she died of Lymphoma.
I suspect she died of Lymphoma, because we lived in perhaps “the only”? House on the block that when it rained too hard the basement would flood when the sump pump couldn’t keep up.
And because there, in The City of Falls Church, the storm drains flowed into the sewer. That water in the basement wasn’t just rain. It was raw sewage.
I guess maybe my mom forgot to wear the mask on her Hazmat Suit properly when Cloroxing the basement one too many times.
My dad fought the law and the law won.
I mean, I guess….They won because they just kinda shrugged their shoulders about the problem and did nothing. And later on my mom developed Lymphoma and died and I guess they considered “problem solved.”
See that didn’t take too long?
They didn’t care and they got away with it.
I remember my dad saying at the time that the EPA, as well, is a do nothing agency.
But when developers started making houses into castles all around my dads house, what do you know, they discovered the problem and they fixed the cracked pipe.
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If you knew my mom and attended her funeral you would have a copy of the prayer card I designed for her, which looking back, I believe I had mistitled. I reused the first part on her prayer card (A portion of the back of the card was etched on her burial stone that I did write). However the placement of the rosary is key. Though I owe my life to my mom, she raised us Catholic. But she did not know the kind of EVIL that praying the rosary can bring you. But she did ask us to devote 1 hour to God per week. But, I've found that reading the most accurate translation of the Bible and internalizing what our Creator, Jehovah (God's name: "He causes to become") can only be found in how His words affect you personally. I read "The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures."
Here is the link to the full poem, whose author is: Rhonda Braswell https://www.prodigal.org.uk/funeral-poems/come-with-me
However, I labeled the first few stanzas "Come To Me" and cut it off at: "He only takes the best." But, I think I did that because I needed that first bit of the poem that described my mom's life. But honestly, it is easy to give up. But for me that isn't cigarettes. That 10 minute break slows me down enough to offer myself some compassion and think for a bit. For me, that full stop can set my next steps.
But after a while, anyone can get tired...
(The script I wrote for Russell Brand contains my Biblical analysis of what praying the rosary can do to you or who you pray for by using it: https://www.beintrigued.com/post/human-follies-in-prayer)
For me, left with my dad, I remain indebted to my stepmom. Because my dad's motto at 4 years old, alone on the streets of Yonkers by himself was trust no one. Maybe he was the family's English translator, because he doesn't speak Italian. And digitally, that is where I'm at. So, unless you are a real human that I've had a real conversation with. The only way I'll know who to trust and talk to are those who know where I live!
YouTube Channel Video on Generational Curses
Exodus 20:5-6
“You shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me, but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love Me and keep My commandments.”
Deuteronomy 28:15-68
“But if you refuse to listen to the LORD your God and do not obey all the commands and decrees I am giving you today, all these curses will come and overwhelm you: Your towns and your fields will be cursed. Your fruit baskets and breadboards will be cursed. Your children and your crops will be cursed. The offspring of your herds and flocks will be cursed. Wherever you go and whatever you do, you will be cursed. “The LORD himself will send on you curses, confusion, and frustration in everything you do, until at last you are completely destroyed for doing evil and abandoning me. The LORD will afflict you with diseases until none of you are left in the land you are about to enter and occupy. The LORD will strike you with wasting diseases, fever, and inflammation, with scorching heat and drought, and with blight and mildew. These disasters will pursue you until you die. The skies above will be as unyielding as bronze, and the earth beneath will be as hard as iron. The LORD will change the rain that falls on your land into powder, and dust will pour down from the sky until you are destroyed. “The LORD will cause you to be defeated by your enemies. You will attack your enemies from one direction, but you will scatter from them in seven! You will be an object of horror to all the kingdoms of the earth. Your corpses will be food for all the scavenging birds and wild animals, and no one will be there to chase them away. “The LORD will afflict you with the boils of Egypt and with tumors, scurvy, and the itch, from which you cannot be cured. The LORD will strike you with madness, blindness, and panic. You will grope around in broad daylight like a blind person groping in the darkness, but you will not find your way. You will be oppressed and robbed continually, and no one will come to save you. “You will be engaged to a woman, but another man will sleep with her. You will build a house, but someone else will live in it. You will plant a vineyard, but you will never enjoy its fruit. Your ox will be butchered before your eyes, but you will not eat a single bite of the meat. Your donkey will be taken from you, never to be returned. Your sheep and goats will be given to your enemies, and no one will be there to help you. You will watch as your sons and daughters are taken away as slaves. Your heart will break for them, but you won’t be able to help them. A foreign nation you have never heard about will eat the crops you worked so hard to grow. You will suffer under constant oppression and harsh treatment. You will go mad because of all the tragedy you see around you. The LORD will cover your knees and legs with incurable boils. In fact, you will be covered from head to foot. “The LORD will exile you and your king to a nation unknown to you and your ancestors. There in exile you will worship gods of wood and stone! You will become an object of horror, ridicule, and mockery among all the nations to which the LORD sends you. “You will plant much but harvest little, for locusts will eat your crops. You will plant vineyards and care for them, but you will not drink the wine or eat the grapes, for worms will destroy the vines. You will grow olive trees throughout your land, but you will never use the olive oil, for the fruit will drop before it ripens. You will have sons and daughters, but you will lose them, for they will be led away into captivity. Swarms of insects will destroy your trees and crops. “The foreigners living among you will become stronger and stronger, while you become weaker and weaker. They will lend money to you, but you will not lend to them. They will be the head, and you will be the tail! “If you refuse to listen to the LORD your God and to obey the commands and decrees he has given you, all these curses will pursue and overtake you until you are destroyed. These horrors will serve as a sign and warning among you and your descendants forever. If you do not serve the LORD your God with joy and enthusiasm for the abundant benefits you have received, you will serve your enemies whom the LORD will send against you. You will be left hungry, thirsty, naked, and lacking in everything. The LORD will put an iron yoke on your neck, oppressing you harshly until he has destroyed you. “The LORD will bring a distant nation against you from the end of the earth, and it will swoop down on you like a vulture. It is a nation whose language you do not understand, a fierce and heartless nation that shows no respect for the old and no pity for the young. Its armies will devour your livestock and crops, and you will be destroyed. They will leave you no grain, new wine, olive oil, calves, or lambs, and you will starve to death. They will attack your cities until all the fortified walls in your land—the walls you trusted to protect you—are knocked down. They will attack all the towns in the land the LORD your God has given you. “The siege and terrible distress of the enemy’s attack will be so severe that you will eat the flesh of your own sons and daughters, whom the LORD your God has given you. The most tenderhearted man among you will have no compassion for his own brother, his beloved wife, and his surviving children. He will refuse to share with them the flesh he is devouring—the flesh of one of his own children—because he has nothing else to eat during the siege and terrible distress that your enemy will inflict on all your towns. The most tender and delicate woman among you—so delicate she would not so much as touch the ground with her foot—will be selfish toward the husband she loves and toward her own son or daughter. She will hide from them the afterbirth and the new baby she has borne, so that she herself can secretly eat them. She will have nothing else to eat during the siege and terrible distress that your enemy will inflict on all your towns. “If you refuse to obey all the words of instruction that are written in this book, and if you do not fear the glorious and awesome name of the LORD your God, then the LORD will overwhelm you and your children with indescribable plagues. These plagues will be intense and without relief, making you miserable and unbearably sick. He will afflict you with all the diseases of Egypt that you feared so much, and you will have no relief. The LORD will afflict you with every sickness and plague there is, even those not mentioned in this Book of Instruction, until you are destroyed. Though you become as numerous as the stars in the sky, few of you will be left because you would not listen to the LORD your God. “Just as the LORD has found great pleasure in causing you to prosper and multiply, the LORD will find pleasure in destroying you. You will be torn from the land you are about to enter and occupy. For the LORD will scatter you among all the nations from one end of the earth to the other. There you will worship foreign gods that neither you nor your ancestors have known, gods made of wood and stone! There among those nations you will find no peace or place to rest. And the LORD will cause your heart to tremble, your eyesight to fail, and your soul to despair. Your life will constantly hang in the balance. You will live night and day in fear, unsure if you will survive. In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were night!’ And in the evening you will say, ‘If only it were morning!’ For you will be terrified by the awful horrors you see around you. Then the LORD will send you back to Egypt in ships, to a destination I promised you would never see again. There you will offer to sell yourselves to your enemies as slaves, but no one will buy you.”
However to quote walkingbyfaith.tv, this is translated as:
Here are just a few of the symptoms of curses listed there:
~ Poverty
~ Hereditary disease
~ Divorce
~ Child abuse
~ Sexual abuse
~ Domestic violence
~ Alcoholism
~ Drug addiction
~ Immorality
~ Adultery
~ Perversion
~ Depression
~ Confusion
~ Fear
~ Indecision
~ Panic attacks
~ Mental illness
~ Suicide
~ Destructive attitudes and behaviors
Tips I Learned from Having "Grandparents"
As I was alluding to on my home page, censored on mobile devices, I did not have much time to spend with my own grandparents. My father, however, had always grown tomatoes. And my Filipino mother always made him his tomato sauce.
A tradition I carried on. And I took it one step further and learned how to can that sauce.
When I met my husband, however, I had the pleasure of getting to know his grandparents. And I loved them and admired them very much. When I saw their farm property, and heard stories about what it once was, I decided I would expand the range and scope of my garden and make what they called "A Tiny Bit of Heaven" my "tinier bit of heaven" right where I was. Anybody want to eat some freakin' salad?
Google Definition of Generational Curse:
A generational curse is a habit or behavior that has been passed from one generation to the next. Parents strive to make sure that the life they lead will help their children live a better one. Children practice what they have learned on their own and what they have gathered from generations before them.
I remember that I joked to Elon Musk that I was the Osama Bin Laden of my family.
Just like Demolition Man with Sylvester Stallone, Sandra Bullock and Wesley Snipes, the songs of the future will all be commercials. Here's what a YouTube search for "ME Flow jingle" turned up.
When I left on foot to preach yesterday to a 7- Eleven in Herndon where a source told me that 2 women were gang raped and murdered, it was pretty freakin' hot. I had visited earlier in the day thinking, it's broad daylight, it'll be safe to go in and make a purchase. I was dressed "safely" despite wearing some pretty tempting jewelry.
I took a quick survey of the migrant workers standing around there on a Saturday, hoping to get a CASH paying job. Most knew a bit of English. However, not very many had heard of Jesus Christ, were Catholic, or believed in God. I told them, that later on that day, I'd be back to speak to them about what I learned about God recently. Why? Well, because my Lola was the defense attorney for rape victims, of course.
But it was a hot day and I had to rate the safety of the situation. Driving to and fro in front of that 7-Eleven as I ran errands for my new friend, I would honk and wave to acknowledge where I was. I had told the group that I was a 20 minute walk from my house. And at the last pass in front of the 7-Eleven I made sure to call out to the people there, "I'll Be Back!" Curiously acknowledging that there were 3 cop cars stationed in the next parking lot over.
So I ditched the car, bought some water, took a couple of my scripts
https://www.beintrigued.com/post/human-follies-in-prayer (Script for Russell Brand)
https://www.beintrigued.com/post/mj-cincotta-the-system-is-rigged (Script for Dave Chappelle)
and walked back to the 7-Eleven in the hot sun.
When I got there, there were only 2 people left hanging out in the shade. However, now there was a religious group with a microphone across the street. After speaking with the remaining hold outs at the 7-Eleven, I mentioned to them, that'd I'd try and see if the religious group would let me use their microphone. Long story short, it was a "no."
So, I went back across the street and preached to the single Spanish-speaking man left. It appears he did have a call taking place, even though this individual said he only spoke a little bit of English. He knew more English than I knew Spanish (and I had 5 years of Spanish classes in high school.) But as I read 1 script after another, some other individuals would choose to stand nearby and listen to my script as I shouted over the lady on the microphone across the street. And I did not performed them with any finesse to impersonate my famous YouTube celebrities the words were intended for, but I made 2 friends and invited them to "eat salad" at my house that night.
I even bought the Patron they asked for, and got the jalapeños separately from Lotte Market.
But they did not come over. As they did not know the other people who would be there that I mentioned were homeless. But I have entreated my Spanish translator, (also named MariaJuana) to create a Spanish audio of my blogs. So, please revisit this page in time to hear the words spoken in Spanish.
If anyone could afford any phone data then I would've played and danced in the parking lot to this song:
Here is the gang symbol found at the site where the girl was raped and murdered:
It is my hope that the guilty parties will be carted off to Bible School.
In the words of Miss Claval from the children's book Madeline's Rescue:
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