Parenting

The last post about baby care was inspired by living next to a family of Mormons for two months, but I ended up writing about Isil. (I had also just seen a very disturbing documentary about the Isil child camps.) I’m going to try to correct that in this post.

All problems boil down to our treatment of our children. If we could only raise healthy adults we could end the world’s problems. Really! That statement is overly simple but stick around and hopefully you’ll get my drift.

My seemingly newfound obsession with childrearing, let’s not even call it abuse, is simply to point out that when we teach our children to blindly follow our instructions we take away their ability to think for themselves and to question what they’re being taught. Most of what we teach our children are things we were taught and we never questioned. I knew the Mormons encourage corporal punishment such as beating, sometimes whipping, and raping their children, but what I didn’t know was they don’t talk to their children. That is extreme neglect: and physical punishment mixed with extreme neglect is subtle mind control that makes for adults who can either be dominated or who want to dominate.

Not talking makes the babies’ brain like a clean slate, and that slate can be filled with any ridiculous notions the parent wants to program the child with: ideals like war, prejudice, rape, terror, stealing, hate and murder are okay if no one can see it and you don’t get caught. Girls in the Mormon, Satanic and Southern Christian Churches have to accept rape as a way of life, and that further demoralizes them.

I was watching Charlie Rose and a show about the Brain and Parenting. &Charlie had on a panel of psychologists talking about playing with and talking to babies. If you don’t talk to your babies they will have brain damage that can’t be undone. The study showed you had to start talking to your children before two years of age. That was the cut off and they showed pet scans of the brains of children whose parents interacted with them and those who didn’t. The interaction could be that you play with your children or read to them or cuddle with them and make them feel loved and included in your life. (Do not molested or rape them!) But simply talking to them makes them feel a part of your life and that’s what they want, they want to be a part of you. You can’t beat that connection into them.

Teach your infants how to communicate because older children feel the need to talk almost constantly if no one talks to them. Parents have the mistaken belief that if you talk to your child they will bore you by talking too much. Actually, the opposite is true. The more you talk to your child the less your child will feel the need to talk to you all the time, because she’s secure in the knowledge that she’s part of your life.

Since I live in my little 22-year-old RV I get different neighbors all the time. It’s very interesting meeting new people and I enjoy that. This past winter a young woman and three of her children would come over to visit her father, their grandfather, and they’d stay for four hours a day. There was one five-year-old boy, one 19-month-old girl, and one 7-month-old girl. The boy talked all the time – non-stop, and no one ever answered him. The 19-month-old girl cried all the time – non-stop, and it hurt my nerves because it was so unnecessary. The seven-month-old cried from time to time but she was sitting on her mother’s lap and got a bit of attention. Since there was only 12 months between the sisters it’s unlikely the middle sister got much lap time at a very young age. It was the 19-month-old girl who I worried about the most. Something was obviously wrong for four hours and neither the grandfather nor the mother ever asked that girl what was wrong. (RVs are parked very close to one another, so you hear everything) One day, after this had gone on for a month, the 19-month-old girl really screamed for two hours. She was in some kind of pain, not excruciating pain, I figured she had terrible diaper rash and was probably wet and in a good deal of pain. I kept thinking the grandfather just didn’t want to change the diaper, so I finally went over there because I couldn’t stand it anymore. The grandfather and the mother were both sitting in the trailer. The 19-month-old sat screaming on the floor. I was surprised to see the mother was there. So in short, there were two adults sitting quietly, doing nothing, in a tiny space that included a nonstop screaming toddler.

I asked what was wrong and the reply was they didn’t know, “She just screams like that.” I said, “But something’s wrong, she’s in pain or something, why don’t you ask her what’s wrong?” And the grandfather laughed at me and replied, “You can’t talk to a 19-month-old. They just cry for no reason.” I said they never cry for no reason. I asked the baby girl what was wrong and she looked at me with a blank stare. After I left the mother spanked the 19-month-old and left. The grandfather, who was 56 years old, came by to scold me for saying anything. He said his daughter was afraid I would try to take his grandchildren away and that they already had four children taken away. I said, “I wouldn’t try to get her children taken away, I just would like to hear her talk to her children.” I wouldn’t try to take her children away because there are some horrible, dangerous adults in the foster care system.

My mind was swimming after that. How can you be afraid someone will take children away and not alter the behavior that caused other children to be taken away from you? This was a good example of parenting our children the same way our parents treated us.

Every day after that I told the grandfather to tell his daughter to talk to her children. But she refused day after day after day. I’m sure she thought she was right and I was wrong. She got her parenting advice from the Mormon Church and Dr. Phil! (OMG people don’t get parenting advice from Dr. Phil – it’s like taking advice from the devil himself. Dr. Phil spends more time and money on lawsuits against people who’ve been on his show and had their lives ruined, than the staff he has working on the show. He’s a horrible, evil, greedy man.)

That Mormon mother essentially let that child know that trying to communicate was a painful thing. Trying to communicate got her hurt even worse than the pain that started her crying in the first place. No matter what that child did, no matter how hard she cried and screamed, no one would pay any attention to her. There was no way to get her needs met, and she learned that trying to get her needs met was wrong and punishable by “spanking.”

I saw no future for that child. Her grandfather and mother were both borderline retarded. They were teaching their child to be retarded, and by not meeting her needs, they were teaching her to be a sociopath. I could see only hardship in her future and emotional pain. What kind of life where they preparing her for?

So here’s the thing, if you have a baby and she cries – she’s crying for a reason. It’s up to you to establish communication. At around six weeks, the baby firms up from being a floppy new-born to being an infant, and her cries become very distinct. Try to say the words that help to understand what the cries are. Like, if her diaper was wet, I would say the words diaper and wet. For hunger I would say hungry or ba-ba and pretty soon she responded well when I said the words that corresponded with the particular problem.

By 19 months my daughters could talk. They could communicate in sentences. So for someone to tell me that talking to babies is impossible was very upsetting. Each time I would ask that the mother talk to her children I was met with, “You can’t talk to children until they learn to talk,” in a tone that let me know I was an idiot. No amount of logic or reasoning could change their idea.

The pet scans of the children who had no one to love them had very little brain activity. If the mother of those three children loves those children she needs to show them that she loves them. So I found the link to that Charlie Rose show about the Brain and parenting and wrote that down along with a note for her and gave it to the grandfather who said she was going to watch it. I hope she does – it will change her life dramatically, and save the lives and future of her daughters.

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 Grace-Gardener.org. 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. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo 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 Blurb.com. 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 grace-gardener.org 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! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 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 www.grace-gardener.org; 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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