what is in the DAPL?

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.

What is going on with the pipelines? Taxpayers pay and pay for pipelines that cost a fortune and then the companies that use them pay nothing. It would take a thousand trucks a thousand trips from Canada to the Gulf and that would only cost 25% of what the pipeline costs. The company that benefits doesn’t pay for trucks or mileage. The stuff in the pipeline can’t travel well that way because of the thickness. It’s toxic sludge that Canada wants out of its country. The Koch brothers want to use the stuff to pollute the Gulf of Mexico. I was told the damage planned is much worse than the oil that BP is paying to clean up from the explosion in 2011.

Why are the Native Americans the only ones concerned? Their concern is real. We should all join in their fight. Why would anyone want to put toxic sludge in their water supply? Why doesn’t anyone want to stop the further pollution of the Gulf of Mexico?

I know Native Americans cherish fresh water. They respect water. The story I was told by a Navajo woman was

When she was little her school was invited to the white kids’ school to play. When she got there the kids were playing with water balloons. The Navajo children cowered by the building watching, in disbelief, while the white children threw bags of water at each other. ‘This is play?’ they all thought. ‘They think this is fun?’  The Navajo children went home traumatized from watching sacred water being mistreated.

When I was 13 I was in a movie called Billy Jack. It was supposed to be about Native Americans and the main character was a type of Native American Batman. I wrote part of the movie and there were supposed to be three more movies. The next year I made sure we got actual Native Americans to play the Native Americans.  Some woman bought the rights to the movies and she took over my part so I wrote the final two movies that summer.  I got together with the tribes in the area and listened to their concerns.  Top on their list was education, something this country has too little interest in. the second was the environment.    The Native Americans told me that the land they were given was land nobody wanted and the white men tried to make it even more unlivable. They told me about the deliberate pollution that plagued their land.  The last of the movies I wrote was Billy Jack Goes to Washington.  It was a true story about Native Americans who were against the government building a Nuclear Power Plant on a fault line on their land.  I have to wonder why it is that no white people joined in that fight?  The Native Americans were no match for the government and the nuclear power plant was built on a fault line.  One small earth quake and blammo everything for three hundred miles around would be incinerated.

Nuclear Power Plants are always built on fault lines and the Native Americans were the only ones raising a fuss.  Newcomer Americans can be lazy and complacent.

The Koch brothers want to fill the Gulf of Mexico with toxic coal tar and only Native Americans are balking about it. The Kochs make money with the sole purpose of ruining the environment, that’s their contribution to Armageddon. I think there must be a lot of brown people who live around the Gulf. I know there are the Mexicans in Mexico, and there’s a large black population in New Orleans.

The Rand Corporation is trying to ruin this country’s water supply. They are draining the aquifers, that’s why there are so many sink holes opening up. That’s a relatively new development. They will ruin the Lakota Indian’s water supply. There are design flaws built in and the pipeline will leak.

We should all be kicking and screaming.

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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