Kitty's Korner

Gifts Of The Anunnaki I Bear Unto You

I have four special presents in front of me, you could say they are the benefaction to humanity’s call      
The secret gifts of life contained in all        
Offerings we set aside as we travel through this dimension, celestial planes cushioned, before the soldiers of light have taken falls        
Close your eyes, as I give you the embracing state of the world          
A time when hatred, ignorance, racism did not have occasions to intellectual unfurl        
Disappointments in learned agenda for an adult boy or an adult girl        
       
In the first small box, it is the gift of your celestial body, the galaxy, the invading planet of Earth          
Where feet have traveled, souls lowered in remembrance, embedded survival from the means of starvation, growth of its rich soil for a beautiful rebirth        
Destroyed by mankind which will become his curse        
Mud baths in grief, justice rites of the Ashura tribe, religion submissions in remembrance for lost soul’s communion in pain          
The wonder of tears from the sky to enliven vegetation, saturated the green effect with acid rain        
Spiritual ceremonial dance upon Mother Earth to bring luck to a crop’s gain        
         
The bigger box if you lift, or shake it, will not convey the miracles bestowed in your sphere’s midst        
It will unto you remain a blessed gift to sustain as a reincarnated spirit past the forty days after death shall drift    
The ghost of a soul must crossover or remain encased between two worlds, becoming a supernatural misfit      
The illumination of the ulema tarot moon, the warmth of the sun, the guiding stars        
Formed within the Creator’s hand, perfection of its elements in the realm of time considered us, ours        
Darkness’ reflection in the path of the luminist to lead mankind home, freedom from us, given to me        
Gamma rays coating hues, worshiping temples with a la natural Vitamin D          
Twinkling in the midnight sky, light years away          
On bent knees wishing upon shooting fate, needs, wants to materialize be that it may        
       
Sliding the next box to you, bowing in respect with a silent prayer        
Slowing raising the lid off, I humbly give civilization regal breaths of air        
From the tapped springs, cool streams saturating your tongue when electrolytes need replenished        
Debauched temples need to purify in ceremonial christenings, as sins forgiven, diminished        
Don’t peer to close, shone your eyes        
Heaven and Hell in the core shall always coincide        
Sizzling needs to mouths it will feed, the elements to heat found in the crackles of fire        
The lifeline supports to sustain mankind, burns upon a pyre, feast of famine to partake of its delicious gourmet desires        
       
Here’s unto the renounce of the third box, hands tremble to reveal        
Armageddon in the Book of Revelation resonances from the foothills        
Atomic radiation permeates the continents        
False contestants will lead to the battle under global pretense        
Death, destruction, up to the horse’s bridle        
Weapons of mass destruction will be to the hands its idol        
Cries, yells, heard in a path of dismal, upon the land, dark        
Sodom and Gomorrah shall rain brimstone, the Morning Star shall raise, taking sinful beings unto his bottomless Arc        
A box the lid cannot be replaced          
Wretched souls, eyes blackened, mouths in allegiance spewing hell, asunder of grace to salvation shall be touched upon every, man, woman, child of every race        
Tears of the left behind shall fall from cheeks upon the mark of the beast’s face        
       
Signed From The Mothership,        
The Anunnaki  

I wanted to officiate, my Celebration, of my Heritage month, with words that have molded me into the woman I am, and for the women of my French, Haitian, Creole lineage my beautiful insignia, and I cherish who continues to stand here today, given the chance to pave the way, for my future, and keep my ancestral ordained Proverb closest to my heart, always, 'No weapons formed against thee shall proper'

Creation By A Queen's Crown Apparel™

 

Madam C. J. Walker, an influential African-American entrepreneur, philanthropist, and activist.

Born Sarah Breedlove in 1867, she became the first female self-made millionaire in America by developing and marketing a line of hair care products specifically for Black women. Her company, Madam C. J. Walker Manufacturing Company, was incredibly successful, and she used her wealth to support various charitable causes and civil rights organizations.
(cited SKC 02-08-25).


#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🖤

Good luck to my Hometown Philadelphia Eagles and their appearance in the 59th Superbowl, that will be played in New Orleans, a city of such beautiful wonders, enriching culture, a narrative history, worth listening to,

To my New Orleans Saints, ahh., maybe next year, but your city, is hosting the Main Event, and the cuisine oh, my goodness, my Haitian Creole Roots are does shine through.

The last time, I was there, I was shooting a mini-production, straight out of Houston, Texas... wow, time sure does soar, and I did Karaoke singing, Tina Turner's song, What's Love Got To Do With It, and my bestie and my cell phone had run out of charge.

And my regret, I did not capture that moment in time, and I was live blogging all over New Orleans, and the weather was pleasant.

Enjoy your Sun-Day, no matter what football team you are cheering for.

Love and Hugs always,
SKC🌻

Go Birds, We Fly

Greatness Above

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC Interim DON, APRN

I was late for my Thursday Hour Girls Night Blog, imagine my intro music playing and I am just now walking in half tipsy and still half sleepy from still parting from my birthday week.

Thank goodness for Visine and Peppermint tea. I excused myself, so no topic...


Enjoy your day, oh I made this attire out of my robe, I have so many robes, primarily white, therefore, I will be making various creation out of them.

Love and Univeral Hugs, always,
SKC🖤

If I Ruled The World Imagine That

If I ruled the world imagine that  
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat    
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man or woman at my peaceful table    
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties    
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled    
 
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy deciphers found in the book of Revelations    
Phrases to preach the gospel, teach the masse to have faith, believe, reach the solace of the unfaithful, bowing to the whispers I get from the divinity of the constellations    
No more astral traveling when the spirit and soul is divided, an ordained entity migrating through open portals in time    
Asunder from self, in distinct dimensions, frozen elements of planets marooned, seeing the wonders of the Supreme’s hidden designs    
Ancient dialects, carved Hieroglyphs understood within the compass of a quantum mind    
   
Seeds of hereditary, weary in the passage, the stream of purpose in its traveling      
Creation in a single cell of life, tumbling, uniting, unraveling    
Convivial the magnificence in the void of light    
Listening to the principles of mankind’s creation, entrenched in the womb as a promise to love without the prejudice of sight      
Rebirth of sacred temples in the throne of darkness, unto the earth, opened eyes cannot make mistakes, do unto harm and declare self-truth as being right      
   
Sins upon the world, deterring humanity’s fate, destiny marked upon the forehead with an inferior barcode    
A wretched being, no sympathy, turned away from your wayward journey, redeemed, yet no earthly love, existence surviving without the warmth of compassion, as left in the blistering cold    
Third world countries' citizens will never feel the howling of hunger pangs    
Death in the dishonor for those generational beneficiaries who rapes the land, blood on their hands without the guilt of humanities’ fangs        
Yet siphoning the bases of survival, giving nothing in return while financially reaping      
Beheading to all militants who have caused a country’s blood seeping    
Severed fingers for those hasten to code the bombs bursting in air    
Choking on the reminisce of floating nuclear particles, no one taking the blame, the shame left in the aftermath, who does a democracy blame, when their government truly does not care    
Non-consumption of water, metamorphosed children, from failed strategies of domesticated and foreign affairs    
Years of a political administration ruled from deep rooted Subbunkers encouraging a barren soil to have belief in the calls of universal persistence    
Waiting for contaminated dust to finally settle and begin life as those trespass against us, lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil in the fight to sustain harmony to preserve everyone’s existence    
   
If I ruled the world imagine that    

The Queen Of The Waterloo
   

Narcan

The wonder drug since the electric paddles of life to comply
Prolonging your existence in the twinkling of an eye
Eyes closed no heartbeats pushing through
A night of Opiates indulgence, a needle for me none for you
That ultimate high
Taking your mind to an illusion of the sky
Crashing while coming down
Another hit, mindful delusion going around and around
Nothing stirring or making a sound
Eyes closed, as I’m greeting my destination
Mental trepidation without any hesitation
The highest point I can reach of my imagination
If only you could see what I mean
Everything up here looks and feels so serene
Yeah, thou, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
The veins of my salvation, God, I’ve already met
My Narcan Angel has saved me twice
For the sickness of not having my medication is a huge sacrifice
My kids are crying, I refuse to care, do their hair, or give them a fresh breath of air
My liquid gold dependence has placed them all in foster care
My veins have told my story, the pages of my life are on display
I have sold the soul of my character as I grind with a I stranger as I lay
Counseling, Drug Rehabilitation, once, and then I choose to decline
I cannot be held responsible if this feeling is too divine
I did not start my journey as all would think
I was once an Accountant living the illustrious American dream
So, it may have seemed
Back went out, surgery pursued
One pill, then two, the whole bottle just to get me through, the feeling overruled
Pain was excruciating as one would believe, prescribed medications just to appease
Oxycontin, Percocet, Vicodin was just a swallowing tease
Try this, it could be a hit or miss
As I took my first initial hit
My severe pain, gone
Sending my mind in space all alone
But wait, this isn’t so bad
I’m too glad to even be mad
For sticking my vein in a hasten cure
And yes, I’m positively sure
This will be the last time I take this route
But it did knock the pain completely out
Back pain anymore, who me, it doesn’t exist
Maybe it would not occur at all, if I just take one more hit
Plantation of veins, hum, which one do I pick
Collapsed veins over time, I must now slap to get
Ahh, there she is, my belt waiting to wrap
No judgments here, a downfall of a relapse
Tapping the throne not to get my twenty-dollar investment insertion wrong
Strange things to get it, I had to do all night long
Injecting glory of satisfaction into my arm
Body churning in anticipation, a raging internal storm
Pulling the bevel back pushing liquid comforts of warmth
Slumped forward waiting to greet
My mind heading beyond the clouds, made for my vein and me to meet
A new batch in desperation I just got from off the streets
Wait, this feeling is tearing up my insides
Head rolls back, white affixed eyes, I tell you no lies
What’s happening, as I cry out from my world of darkness, where no one larks
I hear screaming voices, dogs barking, sirens, people talking over me making medical remarks
I cannot breathe, someone help me please
My mind, my body has been snatched away
I hope it wasn’t a Fentanyl batch, known to take one’s life, I silently pray

What...,what, is this feeling that has hit my heart
It’s still not beating, it’s too lazy to even jump start
Hit again, hey where is this jolt coming from
I cannot feel anything, my body is still numb
Seconds later, there that feeling goes again
Hospital staff patiently waiting for Narcan to sink in
I can finally catch a breath to live, presence accounted this time to win
Seeing Angels before, I came through
I must stop meeting this door, before my granted visits become overdue
And between me and you
I want my life back without the Opiate blues
Things I once enjoyed, to experience it anew
I have not seen my kids, is this what I’ve reduced myself too
With a shake of His head, a voice spoke out to me
As you lie still, you must live and learn to believe a need to be
Believe in me, as I give all another tomorrow
For your ignorance, you lay in your own thistles of sorrow
I have once again pitied a fool
I tell you all, I have been academically schooled
As I lay here, I will make my promise to you
No more, I’ve seen the other dark side
I have better choices for my mind in life to decide
I will beat this nightmare, it’s behind me once I stand
No one wants life or death decided under the wonder drug, Narcan


#CelebratingBlackHeritage Month


2018

This poem is dedicated to the many people who have come under the rescue of Narcan. Last week while working in the ER on third shift, as a favor to another nurse who was on vacation. There were several people who were brought to the ER from apparent Heroin overdosing. Most of those patients were women. The protocol to save anyone’s life is challenging under normal circumstances, but to assume one has overdosed without any medical information, is even alarming, and an adrenaline rush of time.

Love and Hugs,
SKC5 Just breathe…was the call that night

2025
Fentanyl overdosing deaths are beginning to escalate once again.

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC Intermin, DON, APRN🪽

Zoom In And Kiss The Face Of The Moon, In All Its Splendid Glory


Enjoy your day, always
SKC

The Utopia Of Cosmic Energy
Stay In The Grey Matter Of Perceptions

Why I chose this particular subject manner. To answer your question(s). I will give you the specifics to your intrinsic thoughts.

Since the beginning of time mankind has attempted to harness the concept of what categorizes energy and within its properties what is the single particle for its usage and the dynamics of sound, mind, and body.

Surely the pioneers of relativity at best honed the law of physics (the study of state of its existence) granting us such greats patented invention from Alexander Graham Bell and the official patented granted for his device on March 7, 1876, giving us a better understanding of the conduit of electrical signals, in addition, Benjamin Franklin’s lightening rod and the mainstream of utilizing his models on the usage of its source of power as vibration.  

If we were to ask Sir Isaac Newton here today will his concept on the laws of motion and gravity still stand on its oath regarding the adaption of technology in broadband interchanges and the revolution of the ideology of positive and negative mindsets and how it correlates with human behavioral.

Would his ideology slightly vary with more attuned variables, modern technology at the speed of megabytes and gigabytes, NASA’s exploration of the galaxy and the creation of aviation.

Let’s explore the meaning of energy in its truest form.  

Energy is not made up, it is a source that has been around since the beginning time, it cannot be created, lessen in terms, or destroyed it shall always remain to be.  

Among the five elements of the exchange of energy for the necessity of life is water, air, fire, earth, and wood.  

This perception and intrinsic journey I had to research and explore was due in part to my five-hundred-page clinical thesis on Psychiatric Medicine and its Properties of Energy and its relativity stimuli and the chemical alterations in the brain’s hemispheres functionality when biochemical imbalanced or induced can offset.  

I had to write, research, and then prove my hypothesis. As an undergrad, to show several variables, which had to be explained according to the fundamental transformation of energy transference, to be candid, it became tedious to explain factual in theoretical terms. A part of my goal was submitting my ethics and proficiency as prior to getting my Master’s Degree in Forensic Psychiatric Nursing. My dissertation was well received.

Take under advisement I did consult with two Neuroscientists to explain and help me to correlate my findings with their scope of expertise to explain the laws of energy after one has expired of earthly life death.  

The extension of my research led me in the direct path of researching and studying Dr. Kevorkian’s ideology. (The late Jack Kevorkian was a U.S. physician who assisted in the remedial decision to advocate patient suicides).  

His segment will be what occurs after death and the sequence of energy if the body expires by natural cause versus intravenous by western medication, in addition, if you can recollect if you have studied physics, vital energy is used for the functioning of the physique.  

The essence of any person never truly dies. In its place, embodiments are finalized and the soul, what I deem the Higher Self, or spirit will move on giving into a comic rebirth. Keep in mind we may mourn for the vessel; however, the grieving process should give anyone great comfort to know energy is released back into the universe and only because everything is compiled of energy, which will never be destroyed; only transformed and metamorphosed into something else.  

There are numerous elements to discuss when channeling energy in religion, spiritually, my favorite topic.

This is an imperative ideology for anyone who is facing any type of illness, let me reiterate in more laminate terms for a better understanding.

As humans, we all face so many worldly related issues we have to deal with or overcome; daily stress, family related issues, illness, financials burdens, identity crisis, mental health, lack of employment, you are what you think by mind, and you are what you do by heart, therefore, for me, I do not allow others to rattle my cage, or covet my mental peace, for what, it’s not theirs to own, possess, or reduce.

Henceforth, if everyone would only think as such, the intellect could move mountains, your own.

Now let’s explore more on the concept of cosmic energy and how it can help or hinder us, it can be beautiful in its sacredness when it builds us up; compassion, love, giving of heart, mind and the equated of naked soul it its splendid glory, that is the energy that is well received among humanity, and hopefully it is blessed to be circled as Kismet Karma back to you somewhere in your lifetime.

Then you have that negative energy; envious, that old bitter jealousy, hatred, it never tears down the person it is aimed at it only give rise to power and where it resides it only festers discord, disunity unto self that never properly heals.

Therefore, be advised, please learn to love yourself first at all costs, it does not matter who you are, what you have or not, how you look, our Creator makes no mistakes, and we are all a part of his interwoven plan.

No one could understand how a person thinks we are only the recipient of how they act or react.

I will elaborate on the transference of negative and positive energy. To be less cavalier on the subject, have you ever listened to a chagrined person while conversing, when you are in a positive frame of mind. The aftermath of their unstable intellect has become yours to bear, their emotions have transferred, and this person walks away feeling much better, yet you are now the host of their negative energy.

The beneficiary of their low emotional vibration, for some odd reason, humans, seem to thrive more on constructive energy than on the benefits of it resources.

In my profession I must balance both, in lieu of that observation they both are parallel between the principles for which you stand for, in addition, who you are.

Energy is perceived as attention in motion.  

For further reading and an excellent book to engage the mind

Living Energies: An Exposition of Concepts Related to the Theories of Viktor Schauberger by Callum Coats (2001-07-05) Paperback – January 1, 178

Until our souls take a rest from the chaos of the world where your mind can rest upon my canvas, please take care of yourself and always take a moment to check on each other.

SKC, Interim DON, APRN

Evolution Of Reincarnation

Much needed spiritual rest  
I’ve returned to inspire the best  
I’ve looked over the mountaintop  
Things I’ve witnessed will not allow the flow of my mind to stop  
I’ve tasted hunger  
Seen the lifeless look on the faces of whoremongers  
Beauty gone, virginity robbed while they were so much younger  

Money will no longer be evident in this life  
Turmoil led by continuous strife  
Implanted devices denial if not  
The mark of the beast will mark its spot  
Elements of mankind  
Mentally strangled under the signs of times  
Some people out of sight will be out of their mind  
No Love and No Hugs  
Zombies roaming the streets enslaved to manmade drugs  
Society ruled by salvages and gun toting thugs  

I’ve seen the blood of death  
The poor begging crumbs from off the tables of wealth  
The Have and Have Nots  
Cameras with no morals screened as a hanging Gordian knot  
Viewers hitting like buttons without a script without a plot  
Seen in the eyes of everyone  
Silent observations of delinquency without a microphone  
Are we now reaping from what technology has sown  
Society fighting for a fifteen minute spot in the limelight  
Charity giving, snatched away by Mother Nature’s cruel plight  
Wandering sheep without a spiritual leader  
I tell you all of this, and no I’m no mind reader or Sunday school teacher  

Spiritual attuned from a land so far away  
It all started from my denial on Judgment Day  
QRS complex waves mounting up  
Flat lining in and out  
Paddles of Life to heart electrocuted without a doubt  
Between the gray areas of an elevated body  
Past the Masonic Temples, the Christian doors and even higher than the hidden secrets of the Illuminati  
My spiritual being has evolved as it roamed  
Traveling fast to a blinding light of the unknown  
Been here done this  
Second time around more cryptic bullshit  

Excuse my phrase  
But yet, I’m still mentally amazed  
I write from remembrance to my Heavenly father to get this right  
No time for sins no time for society’s political fights  
Had He chosen the fiery road where would I be  
Enteral Flames of Hell daily welcoming me  
Now I have great days with living, giving and all  
Thank goodness the bed of earth cushioned my heavenly fall  

Angels sighed we lost one again  
Why does women and men deny eternal life over sin  
This is where my spiritual awareness all begins  
I’m coming straight from the heart  
My soul, the essence of my perceptions, given as an initial start  
Thoughts between here and there  
The place where your mind wanders, the place no one seems to care  

Heaven and Hell  
On this earth one can never tell  
I want my crown come this second time around  
If I’m denied  
For me, one step down  
So, sit back, relax and allow me to engage your mind  
From here to there, a land way before time  
Have you ever said, I’ve seen this before  
I’m your testimony to say it’s your first life reconnecting from no divine rewards  
No, it’s not Déjà vu  
It’s your soul trapped while your head still bowed  
God’s punishment to you for your Commandments of disavowal  

Your body has resurfaced from a portal through minutes  
Stay in this moment stay in it to win it  
God’s words stated I must get this right  
I hope through my words you will understand my emotional plight, while I never lose word of sight, as a person might  
Although, it does occur at times, despite, that internal beam of spiritual light  

The crown of glory He begs to place upon our head  
Sacred scriptures given intellectually somehow escapes the mind from what we’ve just read  
I’m sure my narratives will leave many thoughts of words unsaid  
So, say your prayers before you get into bed  
The subconscious is where the secrets lies  
The pathway to our Creator and the mysteries behind the What, When, and the Whys


This poem is dedicated to the astral travelers, the star gazers, the window glazers, who can reach out through the glass windows of time, or the consecrated souls who have crossed the road into the afterlife, tasted spiritual awareness, and have returned to give credence to the evolution of reincarnation. An uplifting poem to all, as if I've soared in shoes, and wore your wings.

Written in 2018


#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth

The Musing Of The Heart

I define my soft caress unto the gentle wind                    
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin                    
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image                    
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension                      
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth                      
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck                      
                   
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine                      
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins                      
Hieroglyphics, my beautiful language sings of yesterday’s glory                      
Lineage, the legacy, mummified buried of greatness, hidden from books telling of its rich stories                    
                 
The melanin content giving credence to my lineage flavored skin                  
Life barriers of mythical properties once you take it all in                      
Tells of my centuries, history of young and old                      
What shall be first, shall be last, shall be first again according to my ancestral sacred scrolls                      
Bow unto my Deity the greater investor of my soul                      
             
African dances, spiritual ceremonies, the rite of passage as time once beautifully foretold                  
The salutations reaping from my mouth I humbly console                
As my mind relieve you from earthly dismiss as wickedness blindly patrols                    
Hushed whispers, sailed in the blanket of night                      
Sweat from dusk to dawn, with no relief in sight        
     
Lessons            
Believing in daily blessings            
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons            
Social media has now become our true friend            
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend            
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end                        
             
For a taste of salvation, equality, freedom shall be phrased in its beautiful echoing songs                      
I hear the voices, the cries from the Motherland, see your tired feet, Oh Yeshua, I hear the bemoans                      
Footsteps dancing with the coatings of hope heard in the soft resonate of the wind, intellectual reparations we now commend                  
Unity sang unto the Eastern star all night long, faith, courage as it silently blends                    
                 
Goddesses of the spiritual prophecy, their oracle who governs me                      
Gives me the ordainment to lavish my creed                      
Hebrew incantations rule the beats of my timeless heart                      
I curtsy unto your grace, bless my temple, honor unto my Chi, my sacred parts                      
Shh... inhaling the land’s inheritance from where I once roamed                      
Opening my eyes, the Motherland, my soul shall return with open arms of its enriching home                
I bow my head in the chasm of humanity as my mind, body, and the crux of my spirit in benediction atone        
I’m a writer, published author, by trade            
Truthful words of wisdom sometimes hidden behind a masquerade            
       
My divine lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old            
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold            
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps            
My written concepts            
Media sites with memories of my creed            
A dose of reality always to elevate your spiritual needs          
       
My legacy is the signature of my face            
As I bow my head in a state of grace            
Being vain, never the case            
At times, feelings get caught up between a stone, gems, and many places            
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me            
Footloose and fancy free            
None as blind as those who will not see            
     
Embracing roots of the soul            
Intellectual Creole            
Which makes me who I am            
Healer, as Allah tempers my land            
Legacy and lineage for me, that’s who            
May Allah ordain my sacred footsteps, and use love as its greatest soothe        
     
     
Shalom

really enjoyed this spill

just beautiful

When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently

I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys or at least find the source of its understanding.      
     
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.  
   
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.        
     
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian youth, more now than ever. I have been subjugated to deem these values valid when rendering of commendable in judgment when asked of my opinions.      
     
Counseling to a minor who is displaying abnormal anger management related issues, predominantly children from affluent foundations; they are self-mutilating, and most have solicited several animal therapy sessions to combat several lacking cognitive skills to perform basis command of interacting on a daily basic scale of functioning outside the norm.      
     
It becomes evident when a parent and his/her child are in an intermediate therapy intake session and the roles are somehow reversed, pertaining to the parent being suffocated by the offspring’s behavior where the mood disorder of the child/teenager is very disrupted to the self and to the family as a whole.      
     
As a professional in the sector and as a French Haitian Creole lineage, I know there is disparity within my profession, and an even grave matter with trying to come into grips. Why are the European race more depressed than other nationalities.      
     
This is the time, where white privilege is not the structure common factor, but the lagging denominator, for the mind to survive outside the realm of society.      
     
The numbers are staggering when assessing the patient’s demographics, the findings are phenomenal. I thought this was just a subjectable observance until I became the counselor and I have seen firsthand and the social disorders, then diagnosed with some form of a chemical imbalance of the brain. I have to be fair; this stigma does not apply to the population who have suffered or who have succumbed to mental illness and not by designs; incest, rape, PTSD, childhood trauma, those what we call mantal clauses are warranted to receive counselling and that shall come under the duress to treat and manage of any gender.    
     
I do not mean to cross reference from a professional standpoint to incorporate my personal opinions or to be biased in my initial evaluation.      
     
Mental Illness is not a race problem, it is a humanity problem, and before I joined the ranks and really glimpsed into the mind of people who need their fragile mentalities rebooted, to function accordingly I was under the impression by assumption, the African American race suffer from mental illness and requires counseling. Oh, was I incorrect in my assumptions.    
     
In the back of my mind, I must hold a question that forgo my integrity, but I will ask.      
Why are the European race seeking mental rehabilitation, taking mood stabilizers, prone to suicidal intention, overdosing, then other ethnic groups.        
     
African American and other minorities are more prone to detrimental social ethics that cripple the infrastructure of us thriving, unemployment within the communities is at an all-time high, the victims of denied reparations, yet we thrive, gun violence, police brutality, in the midst of it all, we cope, and we move on.      
     
The European race, from the cradle have been pampered by the peers of society, upper class by profession and monetary status quo, social philanthropists, and legacies of wealth, when you take those factors into consideration, the question, as to why European and its descendants are not happy.  I continue to ask the question, but the more I have asked is the more the complexities of the European race baffles me with the solicitation of mental health myths fostered by the media.      
     
In addition, the playing field is not leveled, subsequently, white females between the ages of 23-52 cannot deal with life in a healthy and conduit manner.        
     
Caucasian children from the age of 4 to the age of 16 are on some form of mood stabilizer medication, in a residential facility for mental illness, or institutionalized to receive some form of group or one-on-one therapy with a licensed Psychiatrist.        
     
I really hate to bear the news of my professional observation, but it is what it is, the truth.      
     
In regard to the younger generation. Has it always been a design plan to control the world and the masses? The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.      
     
The first plan was to discontinue using paddles in schools, taking the ten commandments out of school. The pledge of allegiance. Therefore, when kids misbehave, cease and exist the structure to correction (corporeal punishment is what it was deemed) Let’s not to forget, you cannot even correct your own child, that is when they came up with 411 kids, have them reporting on their own parent’s any verbal/mental abuse; the concept is allow the system to intervene, more statistics for juveniles to be incarcerated until the age of twenty-one, labeling them a menace society before their first drink of alcohol every reaches their lips.      
     
Therefore, the plan of action, medicate their young minds bend them to the will of the way. Now you have youngsters, and being an adult, you cannot even disciple to this day, with words or action.      
     
These same individuals carry so much hatred for society, until the point they are becoming dead minded, lifting weapons in the name of anxiety, bi-polar, depression, Add/Adhd, committing such heinous acts.      
     
Apathetic to the world with malicious plights, and we look around and ask of self, who is to blame? The system for making our hands bare to chastise, as our hearts remain heavy to watch a child become stigmatized by the injustice of the system, to do thy will of self, do we blame the parent(s), who are raising militant men from the womb to the streets. Or is it the school system’s fault who labels our future generation as aggressive, lack of concertation/focus, and advises us our child need to medicated, therefore, when their young mind have been accustomed to the chemical imbalance, of brain neurons transmitters being disarmed, and hushing it with a mood alteration drug, which falls under the classification of a narcotic, the consequences as such, is like keeping dynamite buried in a glass box, it will eventually explode; bad nightmares, mentally withdrawing from society, and with our hands tied, we can only shake our head and pray our children have adopted the caring of their parents love.      
     
The introduction of technology has warped the younger generation mental ability, where is the empathy most times I’ve witnessed fights, gang style, smashing and grabbing loot, filming citizens dying on streets, instead of rendering care, blind eyes seem to submit cell phones viewing and likes.      
     
Have we as adults lost touch with reality, or is our future generation now considered our parents. It makes one really sit back and asset the situation from all angles.      
     
Now that’s straight talk for your mind.      
   
     
In this life, it is our mission to self and to others, to reach or teach one      
     
SKC, interim DON, APRN

You are certainly on the right track I'm not trying to sound condescending at all.
I know no one likes what i say but there have been systems in place for decades to ensure education only teaches people to work, as one example.(a bit of topic)
Theres was one study (perhaps more) that measured the IQ of children when they started school (i think it was focused on creative thinking) the all scored in the genius range as the got older they started noticing their scores progressively dropped as adults only 2% of the children where genius range: link:
https://www.ideatovalue.com/crea/nickskillicorn/2016/08/evidence-children-become-less-creative-time-fix/
Theres other things like language being,  essentially weaponised (conspiracy theorist; encourages people not to think.  "Affirmation" as opposed to confirmation is being used these days with part of its interpretation being not rooted in truth but convincing yourself something is true.)
With mental illness People aren't really given the tools to deal with it (imo) they're medicated (as you mentioned) generally and sent on their way. Their lives are relatively hollow, the might not have achieved things they believed they could or life got in the way and changed things. This is not meant to provocative but white people (if thats what you mean by European) are regular people like anyone else. Everyone in society is oppressed is some manner governments are told who to play favourites with and they do it. (Here the aboriginal community AKA first nations people) were deliberately gotten addicted alcohol by the settlers and its had a detrimental impact since.
They had a referendum called the voice or something in government and it was voted no because it was one of those things that essentially was trying to give them extra rights. Which wouldn't make any difference because the have the same rights the government doesn't care about them. Then they try and blame the people (as usual like any government) for voting no. People have tried to negotiate land rights with government, other things like that they dont give a fuck.
We the people are literally just workers and a means to line pockets. Weather they entirely realise or not they feel it in their soul and i think people are just empty. Life is planned for you and you essentially can't deviate (which is only going to get worse in the next few years, much worse) else your labeled or ostracised.
I know that was long and random but everything is connected and its permeated all through society everywhere.
People think i hate everyone i think?
I don't hate people for their opinions or beliefs (nor do i hate trans people or gay people as an aside. But that movement (government pushed) is a ploy with an agenda) its more that, a lot of the time things don't make sense but seemingly aren't questioned (I may be entirely wrong I'm not other people) and it bothers me because I see that as dangerous for everyone.
I'm going now.  
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