Mothers’ Day


It was a good day when my mother was too drunk to get off the couch. My mother was a nasty, bi-polar alcoholic. Mother’s day was always a time of anxiety for me.

The one good piece of advice I got from My Mother was when someone compliments you, just say thank you. I’ve passed that advice along to many well-established people who were very grateful to get it, so I’ll pass it along to you.

As an example, let’s say you’re an artist, let’s say you’re Vincent van Gogh, and someone comes up to you and says, “Oh, Mr. van Gogh, you’re painting, Irises, moves me. I think it’s the most wonderful painting I’ve ever seen.”

Now, what do you say to that? Do you say, “Oh, you’re wrong, it’s just a painting. There are loads of artists who are better painters than me.” So many people do, they put down the person who’s trying to give them a compliment. They don’t see it as putting them down, they see it as modesty. We’re taught not to have pride – as though pride is a sin. Pride is listed as one of the Seven Deadly Sins as told in literature and the Satanic Bible. Consequently, people are inclined to put down their own work and good deeds. I did it myself all the time until my mother finally said, “Just say thank you.”

Saying, “Thank You,” validates the person giving the compliment. I’ve also told people they can add, “I’m glad you like it,” depending on what’s being complimented, because then you can share in their happiness and delight. You’ve now made the connection that the person giving the compliment was hoping for.

I hope Vincent van Gogh would have smiled and answered, “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

End Mother’s Day blog.

As an aside, I had to look up the Seven Deadly Sins and they are: Lust, Wrath, Pride, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, and Laziness (Sloth). Since I don’t believe in sin, I don’t think any of those things are sins. I know for sure that Lust can’t be a sin because we’d all be sinning all the time.

Pride is an essential ingredient to a happy life. We are all God’s creations, and so we are an extension of God. We should be proud of that, in essence we are representing God. We should take pride in our appearance and our accomplishments. False modesty can be an affront to the person attempting to give us a compliment. (Narcissism is another story.)

I also found this, while I was searching the Internet: (Proverbs 6:16-19).
“There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers”

I don’t know what haughty eyes are but I find the rest on this list pretty detestable, myself. I should add, again, GOD DOES NOT HATE anything.

The following is copied from the New Testament Proverbs in the:

Today’s New International Version. 587. Grand Rapids: Zondervan, © 2001, 2005.

Pr 6:12 Troublemakers and villains, who go about with corrupt mouths,

Pr 6:13 who wink maliciously with their eyes, signal with their feet and motion with their fingers,

Pr 6:14 who plot evil with deceit in their hearts— they always stir up dissension.

Pr 6:15 Therefore disaster will overtake them in an instant; they will suddenly be destroyed—without remedy.

Pr 6:16 There are six things the LORD hates, seven that are detestable to him:

Pr 6:17 haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood,

Pr 6:18 a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil,

Pr 6:19 a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up dissension in the community

Note: The people who held me prisoner told lies about me and then tortured me for those lies. They instructed their minions to hate me for those lies. GOD DOES NOT HATE anything but He certainly doesn’t like –

hands that shed innocent blood,

Pr 6:18 a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil,

Pr 6:19 a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up dissension in the community.

Because these people interfere with Free Will.

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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