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It's Your Choice!

2009-11-15T23:04:00.000-08:00

Romans 1:24-32

Go Straight to Heaven, or Have Fun Going to Hell!

Colors and Numbers!

2009-11-12T18:38:00.001-08:00

What color is it? Does it really matter?
Apparently in my case, a lot of people view certain colors as the following:

Red means Off-limits, or the US Olympic Team!
Red with Green with Black means Off-limits or the Seattle Storm Team!
Green with Black means Off-limits or the Seattle Storm Team!
Purple with Black means Off-limits or University of Washington Sports Teams!
Maroon supposedly means a scholarly individual!

Unless you're oblivious to color and work as a Clown, or take Cross Dressing seriously because of your Queer Sexual Orientation, than color combination's would obviously than matter to you.

But I strongly feel that the colors listed above, should be colors that I should be at liberty to wear or use, FREE from any public scrutiny. Moreover, I should emphasize that my interest in color, and how the public views my interest in color, is far from the truth because it's all INTANGIBLE VIRTUES that I'm completely after and am inspired by, such as: Teamwork, Courage, Loyalty, Zeal, Tenacity, Determination, Consistency, Ethics to Hard Work and Support for the overall success of players, a Team or Program, and NOTHING LESS! I continue to be misconstrued, with the public's disgusting audacity to question my integral dedication as a fan to players, an entire sports team, nonetheless a proud alumni of UW!

What number is it? Does it really matter? NO IT REALLY SHOULDN'T MATTER!
Apparently in my case, a lot of people view numbers as the following:

10 means off-limits, and a funny mistake!
9 means uninterested!
8 means employment or workforce!
7 means scholarly or an intellectual!
6 means off-limits and another funny mistake!
5 means accomplished and straight!
4 means queer or gay!
3 means college educated!
2 means inept or mistaken!
1 means poor or in poverty!

The ways of the world can just turn into one: CHAOTIC PATHETIC CONFUSION!

What are my favorite color(s)?

~Black with Grey!
Why? Because I was told that these colors attracts less attention to oneself.

~Baige with White!
Why? Because I feel that it represents humility and righteous hope.

~Forest Green!
Why? Because I feel it represents My Polynesian Island Cultural Background.

What is my favorite number?
~I don't have a favorite number.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

1 Timothy 6:10

The tragedy of being a sports fan!

2009-11-09T23:37:00.000-08:00

"Being Deaf and Blind or Monotonous Ignorance, is far better than having other fans, players and sport teams, despise my sincere zealous loyalty, and genuine devotion for their success."

Reality!

2009-11-09T00:12:00.000-08:00

"A vision triggers a compelling imagination capable to formulate strategic goals, that motivates creative forms of intellectual actions, resulting in hopes of a profound reality, however this process is worthless without TRUTH!"

To Live On!

2009-10-25T23:05:00.000-07:00

"Who I have been and who I am are relatively minimal, to who I persistently strive yet to become."

To live on, is for me to stretch beyond all stereotypes, reach pass the cultural norms of a simple life, and of course to aim beyond what I could ever have imagine as I continue to mature in life, both mentally and spiritually. It's only then that there's passion in my quest for continued development, growth and improvement onto what has already been achieved in my life, and what is still onward yet to be fulfilled. To accept not mediocrity, but instead be willing to journey on and experience that which is nothing less than excellence. To see passed achievements from that of my younger years, as a self reminder to strive endlessly in search into what seems to never cease to amaze and fascinate me. For within this nostalgic learning process is the power to live on, and fuel a conversion from what has been in my life, to life as it seems today, and to live on to what I am destined to still become. More simply put is for me to become a better or wiser christian brother, church member, theologian, public speaker, negotiator, civil servant to my community, a better candidate for the workplace, United State Navy Veteran of War, book keeper, pupil, researcher, an avid reader, a writer, housemate, athlete, sports fan, musician, mechanic, car driver, a seasoned cultured loving family member and a loyal trustworthy friend.

With that said, I'm never to resist the path less likely to be chosen by others within my own family kin, cultural consensus, or society at large. It's a path that calls me to deny the value of all my past achievements until they are no longer conceived as achievements, but as normal routine tasks essential for the longevity to live on persisting on the idea for growth and development in all areas of my life. To live on and never to settle for lazy idleness, self indulgence, foolishness or impoverished misery; these are all indicators of failing to do my best, furthermore it's maybe considered an abomination versus all that an abundant life potentially has to offer me. To live on, is to instead pursue life with a vigorous attitude, non short in of self preservation caused by learning and practicing divine virtues, necessary in the pursuit of happiness and zealousness for a better quality of life.

More importantly is for me have the firm belief deep within my heart, of the eternal life beyond our own world and to arrange an true and loyal allegiance to its existence. Than what begins to follow naturally is a firm understanding to favor an inward detachments (Bonhoeffer, 1959) to my worldly accomplishments, and possessions. An inward detachment mentality is the underlying premise to becoming faithfully obedient to the calling of Godly discipleship. Moreover it is this idea of inward detachment, that compels me to seek beyond all that I have excelled in, prospered in with gainful respect regarding all areas of my life while discovering what is so called worldly happiness derived from pride into what I've mastered my skills and abilities in, to gain worldly credibility, material possessions, a profession, to become part of an affluent social class of society, or to accumulate wealth, power and an enormous responsibility to mankind. Inward detachment empowers me with the bold wisdom to believe that I can live on passed my passion for sports while excelling in it; to live on with an inward detachment while carrying out a structured and constructive daily routine schedule to share integrity, morality and love within my supportive roles as a family member and friends, preserving oneself to that of what's eternal.

With all areas of my life conditioned to search for continuous improvements, I'm asked by God to live on with the underlying attitude to simply be willingly detach myself from all worldly achievements and gains for the sake of finally knowing God's purpose on earth, and faithfully obeying to carry it out. This leaves me with assured hope to find peace and eternal joy given only through the divine grace and mercy from our maker God Himself. To live on, means to be salvaged from this cruel, chaotic and confuse world, and to be chosen as an instrument with a given purpose given all that I have excelled in thus far, and all that is manifested in pertinent areas of my life, it now has a useful purpose destined to still make a essential difference on this earth with whatever time remains for me here. To live on means to have in addition to an inward detachment, inner peace knowing that I remain responsible and accountable to this higher calling. There is also the benefit of having a sense of belonging on this path, with yet a challenging journey ahead that will be filled with great mystery and bewilderment, followed by timely intervening discernment that comes directly from Spirit of God. Than eventually this journey on earth will end, and my inwardly spirit of detachment to all that is worldly, will grant me to live on with a graceful gift of passage beyond this world on into eternal life. To live on into a heavenly dwelling place filled with marvelous splendor and awe, reserved only for the faithful and obedient disciples of God, and His alone.

"Don't be conformed of this world, but to be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the will of God-what is good, and acceptable and perfect." (Romans 12:1-2)

Most Sincerely,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

References:

Bonhoeffer, D. (1959) "The Cost of Discipleship" Simon & Shuster, NY.
ISBN: 0-684-81500-1

The Holy Bible, New Revised Standard Version (NRSV).

My Daily Devotion for Today!

2009-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:00

The One Year Bible: New Living Translation Version (NLTV).

2 Timothy 2:19-21

But God's firm foundation stands, bearing this inscription: "The Lord knows those who are his," and, "let everyone who calls in the name of the Lord turn away from wickedness." In a large house there are utensils not only of gold and silver but also of wood and clay, The expensive utensils are use for special occasions, the cheap ones are for everyday use. If you keep yourself pure, you will be a utensil God can use for his purpose. Your life will be clean, and you will be ready for the Master to use your for every good work.

Psalm 93:1-5

"The Lord is King! He is robed in majesty. Indeed, the Lord is robed in majesty and armed with strength. The world is firmly established: it cannot be shaken. Your throne, O Lord has been established from time immemorial. You yourself are from the everlasting past. The mighty oceans have roared, O Lord. The mighty oceans roar like thunder; the mighty oceans roar as they pound the shore, but mightier than the violent raging of the seas, mightier than the breakers on the shore- the Lord above is mightier than these! Your royal decrees cannot be changed. The nature of your reign, O Lord, is holiness forever."

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Life's Lessons!

2009-10-18T22:10:00.000-07:00

Proverbs 27: 6

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, (i.e. Nathan the Prophet, to King David). But the kisses of an enemy are deceitful, (i.e. Judas Iscariot to Jesus Christ).

New King James Verson (NKJV).

My Sister Bernadette, (Berna!)

2009-10-16T15:07:00.001-07:00

Kookie was part black, drove a cool white sports car, seemed like a pretty classy guy that had a house in the suburbs of Los Angeles on a hill. I don't know how he and my sister Berna had met but he apparently knew how to charm and court women...I learned early on that this Kookie was a guy that so happen to spend a lot of time on the phone talking to what seemed to be business chatter, and until this day I don't know what he did for a living. Be advised that it was the late 80's still, so cell phones weren't popular, nor was it a communicating tool as it is today, found to be used all generations. He used a lot of land line fixed phones instead.

There was this one Friday afternoon, that followed a long and hard shipboard work week on the USS Tarawa, LHA-1, that Kookie picked Berna and Luana up from my Aunty Telesia (Sia) and Uncle Al's place in Chino, CA. and then picked me up from the Naval Base in San Diego, CA. Which was like a 3 hour drive one way. Well, as our return trip north toward L.A. began, we decided to get something to eat along the way, just so they could stretch their legs and we could talk for a bit; because this was when I first met this Kookie guy. Well I was in a bit of a shock when he actually asked me if I wanted to drive the rest of the way north being that he wanted to rest a bit. So with me in the driver's seat of his white sports car, and Luana in the passenger seat, the two of them (Berna and Kookie) were tightly squeezed in the back seat of this minisize coupe, but totally cool and fast sports car.

Well over time, Kookie eventually got to meet Uncle Mickey, Aunty Shiela, Johnny and the rest of our Scanlan family at their home in Carson City, CA. back then, and we all had a good time during a barbeque one late afternoon. But it was cut short because Kookie was called away on business with very short notice that evening, just prior to leaving that evening, I so happen to watch Kookie just about lose his temper on the phone located in Uncle Mickey's bedroom. So I was just starting to get know this guy and realized that he worked all hours of the day, even on weekends. Well, I also eventually gave both Berna and Kookie a tour of the USS Tarawa LHA-1 on yet another weekend afternoon down visiting me in Sand Diego; and again they met me at the entrance of the Naval Station, than I signed them in as my guests to to tour the US Naval Station San Diego, and everything on its premises. I also got to eventually meet Kookie's lovely mother on yet another weekend, whom I think was a Creo Black American. I got to play a bit a basketball with this guy Kookie; and also learned that Berna had met one of Kookie's good friends named, Shawn Ray, the famous US bodybuilder, and had a signed photograph from Shawn one night that they were out on a date together. Shawn Ray was one a few inspirations of mine through my adolescent and young adulthood years. Because through High School I was a big fan of Muscle and Fitness Magazines, and read about how Shawn Ray would aspire to be the best he could be in what he did that sculped his body in top condition; with the outcome to come very close in winning the big one, the Mr. Olympia Competition. Of course he won many other competitions, but Mr. Olympia is the one competition that every bodybuilder in the world, is truly after winning.

Kookie even did me a favor when my mother called me one night and informed that my cousin Sharma Mageo, who was living with my parents at that time, had plans to visit a female friend (possibly Michelle) on the West Coast the next morning. That his flight had a brief stop over in LAX, from Hawaii, to yet another flight north up the Coast of California. Mom's call came to me late in the night at about 12:30 pm, and mom had suggested that we leave for LAX at that very moment, afraid that we may just miss his stop over in LAX in the early hours that morning, which to be 3-4:00 AM. So Kookie agreed, and we got to LAX parking lot at about 1:30, and very exhausted from our long day full of activities that included Berna, dozed off and slept for the next two hours while parked, we then got up caught up with Sharma within the LAX Airport Terminal for his brief stop over. Kookie greeted Sharma with respect and delight while Sharma handed me the care package from my mother, that was just full of goodies from the islands as usual: a Lava lava, candy, moochie crunch, kuttle fish, canned pisupo, canned wahoo, a note and some pics from home. Sharma really wanted to make his next flight north, so we said I said my thanks and farewell as we departed ways.

It was that morning that I was thankful to have met Kookie, and his willingness to do me my Mother, Sharma, Berna and myself a favor...so when he asked me for a $500.00 loan, I had only respect for him, thinking he was only going to take care of Berna if I could help him get him out of whatever financial bind he may have been in. So without Berna's knowledge I loaned him the money that was petty cash to my bank account with Navy Federal Credit Union back then.

We Sailors that were always underway 3-6 weeks at a time for ready standby operations off the coast of California had our pay checks directly deposited without ever having a real need to use any of it. Shipboard living took care of my three hot square meals per day, I had a warm birthing rack to sleep on every night, a weight room to relieve stress from a our long back breaking daily routines of flight operations, standing watches, or carrying out ships work routines within our divisional spaces while in or out of port, we also had a ships laundry room that took care of our government issued uniforms underway. There was a Naval Base night club called the "Scuttlebutt", a Naval Base laundromat, Naval Base movie theater, Naval Base swimming pool, where I got my scuba diving qualifications done; all at discount prices for Active Duty Sailors. There was also an excellent recreational facility, that included another grand size swimming pool on the dry side of the Naval Base San Diego, CA. that was free to all Active Duty Personnel.

My point here is this, the US Navy really took care of its US Naval Base Sand Diego Navy Personnel, so much so we had very little need to use any of our well earned paychecks that came in every two weeks. And as a young single sailor such as myself, the US Naval Base San Diego, CA. and the USS Tarawa LHA-1 Shipboard living had allowed me to have a savings account to grow for the first time in my life, to figures that was more than I could have ever imagined. I set up my bank account to where aside from $300.00 allotment going home to mom's checking account every month; that a total of only $50.00 would be directly deposited into my checking account to spend every month. Than whatever remained would be deposited into my savings account with the US Navy Federal Credit Union. During times in port, or those times underway for 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, I would be forced to have only 50 dollars allowed max per month, to use in foreign ports underway. Weekends with family was the only other time that I would touch my checking account, this went on consistently while I lived onboard the USS Tarawa LHA-1, between 1988-1991.

So money at that time, really wasn't a serious issue with me, and when I decided to give Kookie this loan of $500.00; I had orders to depart and get underway for a couple of weeks for another ready standby operation. So I figure that by the time of my return, that Kookie's financial crisis would've been taken take of, and Berna would been still in a happy relationship with Kookie. But as it turned out, that wasn't the case weeks later, and that there was a fall out in Berna'sp and Kookie's relationship instead, for reasons to that of his questionable, mysterious career or what he really did for a living, which wasn't important to me up until then. Well it didn't surprise me when Berna was into shock, and became very irritable upon hearing about the $500.00 that I had loaned Kookie, and it seriously seemed that she intended to do something about it. But I decided then and there that if he did returned the money I loaned him, that then it was her pursuit and hers alone that made it happen, and that she should keep it all of it in full, and that I no longer wanted to have to deal with this Kookie guy ever again.

Call me Young and Naive, call me Stupid! Whatever! I just thought this loan was to return a favor to Kookie. And that it was going to eventually help Kookie and Berna out as a couple in other ways for the long run. But I was wrong, and I never heard from, nor seen Kookie ever again.

Well time went on, and there finally came a time when my shipboard life had been calling me out for an extra ordinary duty once again. Only this time it was for a ready standby operations while traveling on a 6 month West Pac tour, to the Asian Pacific Countries. Such as: Phillipines, Hong Kong, Korea, Japan, Thailand, traveling through Hawaii first, I was just so excited before our departure. In retrospect I wished we had traveled also to places like Singapore, and than South of the Equator, to New Zealand and Australia.

You know, I could've have left my motorcycle parked at the US Naval Base San Diego Long Term Parking for six months then, but I thought that my sister Berna could use some transportation and be a bit more independent while living under the same household of our Aunty Sia and Uncle Al. So Berna eventually learned how to properly operate and safely manuever and drive my Yamaha Fazer 700 CC's Crotchrocket motorcycle, thanks to me coaching her along. Moreover, with her living with Aunty Sia and Uncle Al at their townhouse in Chino, CA. She was in good hands, because Uncle Al also had a motorcycle of his own see. So if Berna had any technical difficulties about my bike, Uncle Al was right there to provide her with answers. Berna at that time worked at a Chino Supermarket next door to their townhouse complex, bagging groceries and chasing shopping carts, while being enrolled and attending a Jr. College nearby. She also had a best friend named Amy at that time, that worked with her, and went to the same school as Berna. Amy showed her San Bernadino County, and made her feel more at home, while away from the island life of Hawaii for very first time in her young adult life. I departed for West Pac in 1989 with some Peace of Mind, knowing that my Younger Sister Berna was going to be alright, and well taken care of.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

P.S. Luana (Jan. 4th), and myself (Dec. 1st), are 11 months apart, both of us were born in 1969; while Berna (Dec. 17) is a year younger than Luana and I born in 1970.

Love Divine!

2009-10-15T15:30:00.000-07:00

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

"Love suffers long and is kind."
"Love does not envy."
"Love does not parade itself, is not puffed up."

"Love does not behave rudely, does not seek its own,"
"Love is not provoked, thinks not evil."
"Love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth."

"Love bears all things, believes all things,
"Love hopes all things and endures all things."
"Love never fails."

New King James Version, (NKJV).

Joe

2009-10-13T20:49:00.000-07:00

Joe Leasiolagi lives in Guam, or in my mind lives in exile. Joe is perceived to be the black sheep, or the misfit of the family according to my mother, Agiga Kelekolio Scanlan. I was also told that Joe has remarried, and is with six children there. Not to mention an out of wedlock daughter that may still be living in Washington State named Harmony, whom was with a son that was at the age of one, from when I saw her last back in 1997; she may not have seen her father Joe since at a very, very young age.

I stated that Aunty Aienmu conceived seven sons, it was a mis-statement, she actually conceived and bore eight sons when adding Joe to this list; and I've already made that correction in my past American Samoa Goggle Blog. Joe has been missing in action, or completely unspoken of for the last decade, or since my maternal grandmother, Pelenatete Kelekolio passed away in 1999, a funeral in which he attended. Thereafter, he seemed to be avoided, or with the intentions by many to be left out of discussions in and around family social events for either controversial reasons of the past, possibly because he lived so far away and with the intentions to remain out of touch or uninvolved with our family social events over the past decade; it simply really is unknown why. There are family stories that should remain in the closet within our family circle on my mother's side that so happens to deal with Joe. Thus, a reason for him to live seemingly as an exile in Guam today; an island in the Pacific that doesn't have any other family members on both my mother and father side of the my family whatsoever.

So my mis-statement was just because I had gotten so used to to the idea in forgetting about Joe due to him not being part of any family discussions, chats, updates, passing of kindred information over these past ten years, and he just seemed to be erased in all of our family members minds. He probably just couldn't live with his guilt being around other family members as myself today, that could remind him of his act of betrayal to our Uncle Ikenasio (Sio), and Josie and Cia, Sio's daughters from Marsha. Maybe Joe just wanted to have a fresh new start in life, very very far away from us nephews, nieces, cousins and his very own siblings to avoid surfacing any kind of past family controversies.

My only childhood memories of Joe were photos of young Joe having a good laugh next to his Caucasian US Army buddies, while having a cold one at one of our family's homes. Then later as a civilian, when he asked me to help him move some furniture among other things, while he was then married to a very slim and pretty caucasion woman (Mary Something?), when they both still lived in Hawaii back in the mid 1970's or so. Well I remember helping Joe on this day quite vividly as a young boy, because it was in their mid size vehicle full of furniture, etc... with both of them in the front seat while their car was in motion, with little me left cramped in the back with my face down near the back seat floor. But what Joe had seemingly forgot before stuffing me with the rest of their things, was his "Playboy Magazine" laying on the floor of the back seat before our journey started to their new place. Perhaps it was something he intended not to forget, but was a premeditated plan instead, out to be a gift from him just for helping him out that day. Because once my mind started to drift onto these pages of naked women, I somehow just forgot how tightly boxed in I was, how awkward if felt, how unpleasantly humid it was that day, especially within that midsize car of theirs with rain just pouring down on us all afternoon. Well I later learned that they got a divorce without any children; and was informed by another that she was once a school teacher in American Samoa, when Joe and (Mary-Beth?) first met.

Joe's no taller than the height of his own mother, Aienamu! Joe also has this charm, wit and genuine smile that was so radiant about her as well. It so happens that Aunty Aienmu's wake and burial is today and tomorrow; and Joe may just very well be there in American Samoa right now to pay his last respects to his loving mother, alongside of his brothers and sisters. I believe that Joe will probably live out the rest of his days in Guam, and whatever kinds of feelings our family may have of against, or for Joe, regarding his past actions with Marsha, is most heavily felt in my mother's Generation, more so than within my own generation.

This news about Joe and Marsha, was revealed to me just within the past year, from Uncle Sio himself. And I want just to take this time just to state that I committed no such act identical to that of Joe!

Moreover, if there are any such ridiculous comparisons made with me to actions of that from Joe within my own family, and as to why I would be a misfit or a black sheep in our family as well, than I would have to testify and defend my side of such a story. That the only reasons for me to be categorized with this misfit description in my immediate family would be that I did somethings in life that others felt that they themselves have yet to achieve. Such as the enlisting in a branch of the United States military service: The US Navy, and having been honorably commended during a wartime situation such as "Operation Desert Storm," then eventually earning an advance college educational degree in Business, being once involved in a loving marital relationship to another college graduate, Michelle; than for a period of time had been earning a living for our own married household both as college graduates; I was also divinely saved at the young age of nineteen and converted into believing to what Christianity had to offer me, after being raised all my young life within our devoted Catholic family. Lastly, I also differ in my tastes and interests for food, higher learning, reading, listening to the radio, watching TV and my strong beliefs as a devoted United States Patriot, while in a status of being Unites States Service Connected Navy Veteran of War. These are things that would lead me to believe for good enough reasons in viewing me as a misfit, or the black sheep within my immediate family, and no other actions less than dishonorable, or an act that would bring disgrace to myself or my family.

Well than again, maybe not acting in accordance to my child upbringing once moving back to Hawaii in 1997, with Michelle was a slight disrespect to my parents and siblings, that I just couldn't recognize at that time. To put it another way, the "Island Boy" that was at the core of my personality, derived from my childhood and adolescent years before graduating high school and leaving for the US Navy in 1987, just didn't manifest itself outward to others around me, and because of it I may have caused animosity to grow in my friends, siblings and parents against me. However, not once have I ever felt that I was any better than any of my siblings or parents, I've instead certainly believed that I had always chosen a path that was less traveled by others in my immediate family. I believed that I was influenced by my married life, military, educational and christian backgrounds to evolve and change into a different son and brother to my immediate family and friends that I grew up with. But never once did I consider myself smarter or in a higher class than the rest of my immediate family. I truly submit that I had not forgotten that I was raised in a collective highly devoted catholic family culture, rather than from an individualistic independent cultural way of living.

Furthermore, I'm capable of waking up everyday and looking at myself in the mirror, and feel very proud of my last marriage to Michelle, and know with confidence that it was never a mistake I regretted. And if there ever was a secret at the time of my divorce with Michelle; a secret that she was pregnant, than it was a secret that I was fully and completely unaware of at that time. I honestly have felt free from any kind of guilt for any such crime of cold abandonment while our divorce was finalized and Michelle possibly pregnant. As God is my witness all these years since our divorce, I'm still uncertain of what her medical condition truly was!

Today, regardless of what actually had occurred at the time of our divorce, Michelle Pore'e is considered in mind, as part of my network of allies contrary to what others may think of her. She is very welcome to rekindle our friendship that was so real at one time, and I truly hope that she feels the same way. Reconciliation is an act of divine wisdom, and is so much better than living with bitterness and resentment in my heart. In my recovery over the past decade, I've learned about divine love that has developed within me, only to share its goodness with others such as my family, friends and ofcourse my ex-wife all over again.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

P.S. Deprivation of my US Constitutional Amendment Rights to Privacy by the FEDS, does really prevent me from having any kind of intimate relations with the opposite sex, due to the fact that women our obviously turned off by this overexposure over my life. It's apparently why I haven't had a sex life for the last five or so years, and I don't know what the future holds but I'm just going to have to wait and see.

Seattle

2009-10-10T00:53:00.000-07:00

Seattle or the surrounding northern cities nearby it, are places where I use to live in the early nineties and beyond where the consensus of people in my family and others seem to have very little trouble with who I was. Seattle has a University Presbyterian Church that in which I eventually became a member of long ago, it has the former Sandpoint Naval Station, that in which some parts of it seemed to be like a deserted Ghost Town today, or it's where I had to carry out lawful military orders with duties assigned to me and my crew on a daily basis; this was at one time while attending a Columbia College Extended Studies Night School Program to finally attain my Associates Degree. With that I continued on to the University of Washington where I was once again formally educated even further, and eventually graduated with by Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration in 1997.

Again there was a time period in which I lived here Seattle or its suburbs, worked to serve my country through my US Naval Service here, was formally educated here, made lots friends both in the military and out in civilian environments here. I also at times visited extended family members on weekends during my off duty hours in the South Puget Sound Areas: Puyallup, Graham and Tacoma without any suspicions from them or all others regarding own personal identity. There was without a single doubt in anyones minds then as to who I truly was to my family, my coworkers or classmates back then.

Now, there isn't a day that goes by that I would wish for my life back! I really do want my life back!

Seattle and its northern suburbs like, SandPoint/Magnuson, The U-District, Green Lake, Nothgate,Shoreline, Edmonds, Bothell, Lynwood and Everett are places just full of reminders that enriches me with positive memories of my past living a normal private life at one time. Seattle is a place where I also fell in Love for the first time ever in my life, and once lived here as an intimate partner within a happy marital relationship then; it was with someone who is now my ex-wife today named, Michelle Pore'e.

Seattle is a place where at one time, I was just anonymous or caused very little attention from a crowd, such as in a college classroom, in traffic, at church, in a supermarket, in a library, in a post office, in a hospital waiting room, at a fast food restaurant, at the airport, on commercial flights home, on military mac flights to see Michelle Pore'e, or my immediate family as well back then. Also, my place of residence had neighbors and housemates that just minded their own business while I lived in privacy of my own space, that in which I paid for each month. In retrospect it was just great to be alive, or to be someone that others really didn't take notice of at all, I lived with my US Constitutional Amendment Rights to Privacy in tact back then.

Moreover, I didn't have to endure slanders, insults, ridicule, mockery, doubtful cynicism, treatments of inequality and discriminatory actions brought against me from my church's senior pastor or congregation, my college academic administration, my family, so called friends, the grand public or our Federal Government's Law Enforcement Agencies.

Irregardless however, in my best opinion Seattle is the most ideal place for me to live right now, given the most amount of positive flashbacks when my life, was no different than anyone else's that lived, worked and went to our course rooms all week long. Frankly, places like Tacoma, Puyallup, Lakewood, American Lake, Federal Way and Myself just don't get along these days, probably due to having to many less than pleasurable memories within the last seven years of my life, compared to what Seattle has to offer me instead from the early nineties and so on. Seattle reminds me that I once lived with decency and dignity, that I was once was treated with respect and honor by other family members, church members, classmates, or friends of mine that really, really knew me, and without any US Federal Contracted Witches, or Kahunas in my life then either.

I'm unfortunate to say that my family and friends confidence in me, seems to diminish or erode to almost nothing from time to time these days, leaving me feeling saddened, alone and in search for a more greater, a more divine vertical relationship with God Himself.

The whole truth about me will eventually prevail; and patience, well it's a virtue that I must continue to persist on with, given my current status in life!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

American Samoa!

2009-10-06T17:41:00.000-07:00

Back in 1989 there was a property task project put together to build a stone wall/barrier to distinctly divide the estate that belonged to my second cousin, Francis Leasiolagi and his neighboring villagers. We, a hand full of his family members were ready and willing by the time the rest of his church volunteer members arrived that late Saturday morning. His property is located in Coco Land, near the American Samoan's only International Airport, with the tropical weather expecting to be very, very hot and humid that day.

My group were designated to be the tasked group at the back of the house to pull from what would be appropriately called, "The Wild Bush." To pull minimal, mid and huge size stones from under the soil, or above the soil hidden within the tall grass, over grown vines and wild weeds; only to than transport them to the front side of the house, via a human conveyor belt. In other words there was another group of us that formated a line at the side of the house that was aligned toward the front of the house passing on from person to person these different size stones or mini boulders for the making of this stone wall/barrier. There was another group at the front of the house that from the from the stones/mini boulders pile collected, would than sort, design and develop into what would be the well anticipated stone wall/barrier; there were probably a few mason specialists in this group that knew how to create some mortar, to bring stability and reinforcement to the solid construction of this stone wall/barrier with all intentions to divide estates.

This property task project group ages, were between teenagers such as myself to those in their 50's, and as the hours passed, there were few of us that became dehydrated or near physical exhaustion. The project task force coordinator decided that we would take breaks in cycles, relieving others in our groups for their turn to eat lunch, or to have breaks for water or the restrooms.

It was an effective progressive strategy because this stone wall/barrier was finally completed hours before dark set in, allowing us family members to ride with the many church volunteers back to the Catholic Church right next door to Aunty Aienamu's and my Mother's homes, in the Village of Nuu'uli. There were enough of us from this Task Force to split up into two teams, and engage in the enjoyable competitive sport of volleyball on the Catholic Church's lot that late afternoon. It was a day with much cooperative effort with a result of high productivity, cohesive teamwork, from a generous combined loyal spirit found in our family and church community.

Aunt Aienamu was the there from start to finish for this property task project for her eldest son Francis and his family; she was there to encourage all of us on! She entertained us with her genuine radiant smile, song and dance, shouts of Thankful, Grateful and Cheerful phrases in Samoan, like "Malo Galue!" "Malo Galue!" or "Job Well Done!" "Job Well Done!" Punctuated with some laughter along with a loud fai'umu, or Cheeeehooo! The outcome to to her actions generated motivation, high team spiritual morale a with real sense of pleasure in being there; it helped us to overcome struggling with weariness in the miserable humid heat, on that tropical sunny Saturday! She made us believe that this property task project was ours without a doubt to be conquered together as a community, as a church and nevertheless as a family, with much joy and enthusiasm.

I was born in American Samoa, and migrated just as a child with my parents to Hawaii, for a start of a new and better quality of life. My week long return in 1989 to my place of birth, so happen to be with my own beloved mother, Agiga Scanlan. At that time I was at the young age of nineteen and had already Enlisted in the US Navy, with an authorized two week leave of absence from active duty. The stone wall/barrier task project was on a day aside from yet another full day's work, that consisted of cutting and to manicure the front side lawn that was measured in acres of grass and weeds, on that same Coco Land Property. This task project however consisted with just my Cousin Francis' children, his youngest brother Stoa Leasiolagi and myself that day; but touch football is what we settled to play together afterwards, instead of volleyball this time. It was days like those, that made me aware that my habit in having a positive attitude toward hard work ethics, must have came from my parents generations collective cultural way of living, and religious communal background. On that week long visit, my observation to the Samoan Cultural way of living, that included the Matai system, the respect for elders, the civility in their speech dialogue, the dress code and other unspoken cultural rites, rituals and rules to mere ways of being proper and acceptable in the eyes, hearts and minds of other Samoans, along with its tropical island beauty, left an indelible authentic mark of pride for American Samoa; an amazing paradise where I truly am from.

My heart goes out to Samoa, and all other families than our own that have also suffered a loss with any of their loved ones; or their property and estates that may have been drastically damaged during this time period of consolation, recovery, reconstruction and rebuilding from the aftermath of such a catastrophic disaster; I believe that it's just a reminder of Gods tremendous sovereign power over all that is His, in which He created.

Aunt Aienamu was a beloved mother, that conceived and bore eight sons, and adopted a few others in our extended family including her loving daughter Monica (Moni), all cousins of mine. Aunty reminded me that God's Merciful Grace is generous gift, that once taken and accepted by us, we'll be held than be accounted for to be various kinds of instruments to carry out Gods Will, Gods Work, or Gods Glory here on Earth while living in Salvation; only to be rewarded access to what is a heavenly dwelling place beyond this world reserved by God for we that choose to be obedient.

Over the years since I first witnessed Aunt Aienamu as a teenager in 1989, that day of the Property Task Project for her eldest son Francis in Coco Land, I realized that she had made a choice to be that Divine Instrument for God's will, purpose and glory. I observed her on many other occasions thereafter over the years as she continued to be obedient, while she cheered others on, while she cheered others up in the midst of challenges, struggles difficulties, she brought on encouragement and hope in the midst of turmoil, confusion and conflict. She brought optimism and peace in the midst of resentment and mistrust. She was that Divine Instrument through her actions to remind others of the meaning in Faith, Hope and Love that came from God, and Him alone. She was God's loyal and obedient servant, a successful beloved mother to many. She had an unforgettable radiant and genuine smile, she entertained with a bit song and dance that always followed with some choice words of wisdom to those that really needed it in a divine appointed fashion; and always punctuated it with some light laughter, and a final motivational Fai'umu: Cheeeeehoooo!

She will certainly be missed!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

P.S. The late Aunty Aienamu was the spouse of the late Fagasoaia Leasiolagi, Fagasoaia was a sibling to the late Pelenatete, Pelenatete Kelekolio is my grandmother through my mother Agiga Kelekolio Scanlan.

Perspective on Church

2009-09-24T23:24:00.000-07:00

I find that there should be a reason other than Sunday Services to rely on the Church that I am member of. Things tend to get stressful from time to time and there are no one that I can speak or pray with about my problems so consuming and overwhelming. I feel that there are ministries that could help people with stress levels equivalent or higher than my very own, accept it's also a high probability that they are not part of a federal conspiracy, or deemed as one that should be punished or persecuted.

So where do I go to find those others like myself that typically seem to convince other normal people, that I'm just another case with paranoid schizophrenia.

In my mind the Church shouldn't be like a list of despicable places to go to like the lines in the post office, supermarket or library, the waiting rooms in hospitals, the traffic jerks on the road, the housemates or neighbors that can't mind their own business. Church should be a place where the moral civility, sacredness, safety, warmth, compassion and God's Love is shared to relieve individuals that are hurting inside from their own World that they live in. Church should be a place that I look forward to attending every week, and that to engage and grow with others that have the same kind of belief in God as I do.

With the Federal Government tremendously involved in my life, I'm really focusing in trying to keep the image or view of Church as a place where it always has been my entire life thus far, and that is a home other than my own physical home at which I currently reside. As God has a home within my heart, so do I have a place within the Church Body, to grow with other church members in knowledge, wisdom, peace, spirituality, faithfulness, etc...(Ephesians 4:11-16). To build each other with spiritual gifts that God has given or bestowed upon us members.

University Presbyterian Church in Seattle, WA. has been my Church since moving here to Washington State back in 1991 while in the US Navy and stationed at Sand Point Naval Station at the time. Once honorably discharged from the US Navy in 1993, I had no intentions of leaving the state or UPC then, nor do I have any intentions to leave UPC today; it's become my home church. Since becoming an actual registered Church member of UPC in 1992, it has provided me with the opportunity of be part of a community of members that has trusted me, respected me and prayed with me while in church services, engaged in ministries, church activities like small groups with familiar faces that I still see from over the years. All these memories and the core place of its origin, UPC, shouldn't be worth jeopardizing in losing regardless of my circumstance of confusion and displacement brought on by the FEDS. The flashbacks on the days when first attending UPC without so much indecent exposure unwanted attention that I experience today encourages me, and is a strong factor of motivation to remain at UPC.

I believe that it's only a matter of time when the FEDS will eventually realize they've been mistaken, absolutely mistaken about who I am not. I should not lose my positive perspective on what UPC is to me, even if the FEDS have completely lost their accurate perspective on my own true identity, as Mickey Tovio Scanlan.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Indicators to withdraw!

2009-09-16T23:58:00.000-07:00

Discriminatory Procedures, Headaches and my Right Index Finger!

Sleepless in Bothell!

2009-09-12T07:18:00.000-07:00

Last night was another crafty, clever and sly attack to my Hypothalamus from the FEDS Witch(s). That's right I was sleep deprived on account of what I've been eating as of late. Which has been steamed White Rice. Yes, you heard right, White I said. My supper have gotten these housemates and FED Agents pissed off that I've got the nerve to be eating steamed White Rice while they watch and monitor me, no less is disgusting to them is me eating it with some heated chicken patties.

Usually when I gain a stuffing head and feeling restless from the side effects to my medication, I would make an early morning snack, just enough to off set the side effects, get me drowsy and allows me to snooze away until morning. Well that routine just didn't work last night, I felt something similar to what it felt like being sleep deprived; it felt like a squeezing sensation that goes on in the area of my hypothalamus in my brain, leaving my mind feeling mildly charged with adrenaline or caffeine, while the rest of my body becomes more and more closer to exhaustion.

Being that my mind has been public for some time, my two housemates were in on this sleep deprivation set up as well, coordinated by the FEDS. The sleep deprivation tactic scheme for my housemates, were to wait until the actual moment when I start to become drowsy and begin to fall into my stages for sleep patterns, or Rapid Eye Movement (REM) Sleep Stages. They than in a somewhat subtle way, attack and stir a ruckus about the house, creating enough noise or mischievous behavior of some kind between the hours of 1:30-6 AM. My counter to their practice of malicious mischief would be shielded by the music that came from my iPod and Earphones, to easily drown out their noisy attempt to keep me awake. But even that counterintelligence was futile, because this Wicked Witch from the FEDS would than have the audacity to wrap her creepy hands around my throat to momentarily cut off my air passage, which of course would be a truly extremely alarming awakening for anyone. So instead of gaining some ZZZ's into my REM stages to sleep, it certainly becaame a condemning reminder of all those times I woke up choking from past places of residences in recent years, such as: Federal Way, WA. the University District Apartments, Sand Point, WA; my parents place Kapolei, HI. and now here, in Bothell, WA.

I've now learned that Witchery of Wicca from this world and the lesser, isn't something that I can just get up and walk away from forever, unless with the help of God Himself at my side and residing within me. It's a battle that is between good and evil, and perhaps this does clarify my current purpose in life with more assurance. That is, to prove that I am a good and honest person, and not filled with treachery or wicked intentions; that such wicked persecutions from the FEDS have no merit upon me, unless the FEDS wants to make me out to be a modern day martyr.

I will continue to Drink Tea, Eat Steamed White Rice, Chicken Patties, Soy Chicken, Chicken Long Rice, Turkey, Turkey Sandwiches, Sashimi, Sushi, Musubi, Top Ramen, Bento or take out local island style plate lunches. Why? Because I simply loved eating them while growing up in Hawaii, that's why! It was a delicacy that all types of Local Polynesians, Mixed Races or Asians ate with joy, This aside from our own formal Samoan or other Polynesian Cultural Stapled Food Items, found family households, and our own ethnic upbringing on the Islands of Hawaii.

So do me the favor of allowing me the pleasure to eat or drink, in whatever I have an interest in, because it only reflects my cultural Island background tastes, straight from Hawaii.

I also shouldn't rule out the very fact that I watched a movie the last two nights called "Torture," because such a Psycho-Drama Thriller film, may just have possibly triggered some thoughts mischief into the very minds of the FEDS, just to remind me that they still have Wicked Wicca powers to play mind games, if and whenever they feel like it with me. The FEDS are very, very, very good at leaving no trace of their misconduct on sleep depriving me last night given the unseen presence of their Witch in her Wicked actions. Except for the fact my life is overexposed, along with my public mind, so those in the public that like to stay up all night just to watch me sleep, hoping for something else may happen, could verify my housemates roles taking place, in this inhumane sleep deprivation operation by the FEDS.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Contracted Interrogators!

2009-08-19T20:34:00.000-07:00

I've come to a conclusion that the CIA, as part of their investigation against me for the last decade or more, have CONTRACTED a WITCH to play as devils advocate, in assistance to bring forth the truth from me and the truth only.

The witchcraft that comes from the CIA, is the reason I've got a public mind, that verbally harass and physical abuse me as well. By with a push, a shove, a slap, a choke hold, pinch a nerve in my leg to have a numbing affect and to make it go limp; all are considered simple Interrogation Tactics.

Another surprising discovery is that MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY, have CONTRACTED their own Kahunas to play devils advocate themselves, that have led me to be highly annoyed from harassing relentless accusing voices; this in which can also be another simple pattern of an Interrogation Tactic, that wants to devise a way to bring forth the truth out of me, and the truth alone.

The witchcraft from these three Kahunas, speak in their defense in accusing me of being Hawaiian, and a fugitive con-man that had abandoned his own Hawaiian family that may be from the Big Island of Hawaii, Kona possibly?

Just to Reiterate, The CONTRACTED Kahuna INTERROGATORS harass verbally, and verbally only!

While the CONTRACTED WITCH INTERROGATOR from the CIA, has PUBLICIZE MY MIND; With A CRAFTY ClEVER SOFT VOICE, that SPEAKS to Deceive and Undermine the public with any Innocence of Mine Gained...This WITCH is responsible for all of the past PHYSICAL TORMENTS that I've suffered from, and what I face in yet what is to come.

A WICKED AND EVIL TAG-TEAM, THEY ARE!

MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY, believes I'm may not possibly be their actual son, brother, nephew or cousin and would like to use these Hawaiian Kahunas to help them to know for certain that I am He, Mickey Tovio Scanlan. Otherwise, if they conclude me to be a liar, than they would like to know where the body of their own relative has gone, while in the process of disposing of me with much turmoil/pain.

It really isn't acceptable for me to play a joke, play mind games, or be into folly while I'm caught in this identity crisis; it's a very sensitive and serious matter to the Kahunas, and the CIA; they find no humor in any of my attempts to surface some laughter now and then. But it's vital and essentially important to just unveil, unravel and/or give a true testimony on what I know about who they find curiously linked to my past; or what issues are before me on Face Book; or out on in the PUBLIC (Church, College Campus, Shopping, Traffic, Hospitals, Beaches/Parks, ATM Machines, etc...); or while spending time with MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY, (Siblings, Parents, Cousins, Uncles and Aunts), and FRIENDS when time permits itself for us to be together, or somehow be in communications with each other.

I strongly believe deep down, that MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY knows for certain that I am truly their son, brother, nephew or cousin, etc...but it appears that they've grown accustomed to the LEVERAGE that the Kahunas/CIA has given them with me kept under certain limitations or restrictions while being mobile; or under strict conditions to be constantly monitored online or off of it; to be vulnerable to psychologically abuse and to oppress me from having any kind of Freedom to Live Life with Liberty, Happiness in Privacy, Respect, Dignity and Decency, while they, MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY, continue to move ahead in life with their own pride and prosperity.

Furthermore, MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY, seems to enjoy the LEVERAGED ADVANTAGE they've apparently gained, while I've been deprived peace of mind to continue on with my academic goals; deprived me in finding and solidifying a career that I'm passionate about; deprived in finding love again to a beautiful and wonderful lady and also deprived in having any children of my own, deprived in having a family I can call my very own...IN MY FAMILY'S MIND, LEVERAGE is to have the power to keep me from becoming a family man, like them. But instead labeled as an Outcast, A Disgraceful Mockery, A Misfit without any Privacy whatsoever, and viewed or considered part of a COMMUNITY of REJECTS. To be still part of our enormous FAMILY, but to be an observer, a witness as others in MY OWN SAMOAN FAMILY continue to grow with normality, continue to grow academically, socially, professionally and financially themselves, with their own God Given Right to Privacy, and Decency.

My life appeared to have hit plateau right after my divorce with Michelle, about 11 years ago in 1998; which is about the time that these Kahunas/CIA CONTRACTED INTERROGATORS began their dirty work in my life. After my accomplishment of graduating with my Bachelors in Business Administration in 1997 from University of Washington, I followed up academically by graduating with my MBA, Masters in Business Administration in 2005 from Capella University. But thanks to the assistance of the CIA, I was unfortunate in not finding work in the career field of my interest. I was instead being accused of false identification, and thus bombarded with heavy spiritual attacks form these CONTRACTED INTERROGATORS; the amount of pressure have been burdensome. Living an overexposed life all of these years have been a bitter misery full of ridicule. A life full of wasted years falsely accused, and in much need for any kind of privacy, in assisting to keep my peace of mind, keep my sanity and keep me bold and confident to press on with my misperceived life. I've become closer to our Lord, God triggered from this dark spiritual and psychological crisis, and HE's delivered me over despair and hopelessness.

THEIR LEVERAGED ADVANTAGE, Hmmmmm?
How long will it keep me, from my own PRIVACY?

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Freedom!

2009-08-13T17:14:00.000-07:00

Q: If I had one wish, what would it be?

A: No more monitoring of me with surveillance cameras or audio devices, for the remainder of my life!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

I must remind myself to be ENCOURAGED!

2009-08-11T00:11:00.000-07:00

I believe that life's major tragedies that brings forth- suffering, turmoil, agony, misery, gossip, envy, jealousy, bitterness, deception, despair, hostility, betrayal, confusion, lost, brokenness, calamity, grief, mockery, rejection, neglect, loneliness, sorrow, hopelessness, unfairness, being despised, fury, intolerance, irritability, annoyance, burdens, weariness, exhaustion, burn out, physical abuse, psychological abuse, emotional abuse, mental illness, terminal illness, strife, condemnation, cruelty, unkindness, demoralization, unexpected losses, treachery, greed, perversion, conflict, wrath, defeat, failure and ruin...I'm reminded to overcome and succeed, with the following encouragements:

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not foresaken; cast down but not destroyed.
II Corinthians 4:8-9.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto to you, not as the world giveth do I giveth unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
John 14:27

I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love than to be a success at something you hate.
~George Burns

A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.
~David Brinkley

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
~Winston Churchill

Most people give up just when they're about to achieve success. They quit on the one yard line. They give up at the last minute of the game one foot from a winning touchdown.
~Ross Perot

I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.
~Michael Jordan

The most important single ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with people.
~Theodore Roosevelt

Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
~Albert Einstein

What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.
~Margaret Thatcher

Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.
~Abraham Lincoln

Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention luck are kidding themselves.
~Larry King

Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can't lose.
~Bill Gates

I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.
~Bill Cosby

Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.
~George Edward Woodberry

Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.
~Dale Carnegie

Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.
~David Frost

"To laugh much; to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give one's self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition.; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived--this is to have succeeded."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Quotes retrieved on 08/12/2009 from URL:
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_success.html and
http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/2113

Former Shipmates, Come in, Come in, Do you read!

2009-07-19T19:29:00.000-07:00

Former ABH-2 Scanlan to Former Shipmates, Former ABH-2 Scanlan to Former Shipmates, Come in, Come in!

I'd like to respectfully request those that have been with me at Sea Duty Tour on the USS Tarawa (1988-1991) moored out of US Naval Base SanDiego, CA. or Shore duty Tour on the former Naval Station Sand Point, WA. (1991-1993), to make contact with me, your former shipmate, ABH-2 Scanlan here, right on this Google Blog Site.

Just make a comment, send a message, post a photo, tell mutual sea stories that are between us...any kind of supportive information that has some merit, would be welcomed and helpful in this case. I'm trying to fend off the CIA here, so please do be discreet but appropriately detailed as you can, I'd appreciate it.

If you would like to ask me questions about who, what, when, where regarding our Air Department, V-1 Flight Deck Division on the USS Tarawa LHA-1, Eagle of the Sea, (1988-1991) at that time, than feel free to do so, I've still got my retrace-able memory that hasn't been erased by the CIA yet, so full speed ahead.

Questions on personnel or daily routines regarding the Public Works Department, 1st Lieutenant Division or Self Help Division (1991-1993) in Sand Point, WA. at that time, are certainly relevant and welcomed here as well.

Oh and yes, I understand that there maybe an exaggerated curve ball thrown my way, with made up stories or events that had never occurred, or pose before me personnel that never existed as well. But I've been thrown this trickery tactic many times before, and I'll just simply do my best to be blunt with a straight forward and honest answer of its irrelevance.

Look Ole Shipmates, I'm trying to give the CIA a seriously legitimate reason to take me off their Terrorist List that I'm wrongfully on. Moreover, for the CIA to give me back, my 4th Amendment Civil Liberty to PRIVACY, no less allow me to live with whatever kind of DIGNITY and DECENCY that remains in this pathetic overexposed life.

So all of my former Shipmates from the USS Tarawa, LHA-1 Eagle of the Sea (1988-1991), or the Former Naval Station Sand Point (1991-1993), I ask for your sincere support by making contact, and do Thank You if you do!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Ever reach a mental burn out?

2009-07-13T20:09:00.000-07:00

I've just decide to take this summer quarter off, and just focus on my final project paper that was due last quarter, in hopes to than start the FALL QUARTER off fully recovered.

I just feel I can't tolerate the weight of all my weekly unit assignments getting the exposure that it has been in my entire past with Capella University right now. I've reached the mental burn out point in submitting my academic assignments than being forced to read the reactions of the strangers in public, or within my own family as well, based on the level of excellence in my quality of my academic work posted, supposedly for my professors and other class learners eyes only. I'm tested, judged and either ridiculed, or perceived with optimism on a weekly basis during every academic quarter that I've attended Capella University. Just imagine years and years of this routine, all because a mere mis-perception of my identity from the CIA.

Why do I feel so isolated in being discriminated against, while other Capella University Student Learners, or all University Students across this country for that matter are living happily, benefiting from a quality education with their own private life?

I've reached a point where I just don't feel like struggling through another academic quarter of what is just a parody to our US Justice System...by taking what is really a precious and serious life issue to me of academics, and make a mockery out of it while in my sincere efforts to pursue a supposedly better quality of my life. Thanks to the wrongful immoral practices of the CIA to overexpose everything I do, just so the whole cynical and doubtful population in the public can moreover scrutinize, insult and ridicule whatever I do. This than leaves me struggling with whatever residue of dignity or decency remains and forced to face the public, while on the damn Cell Phone, in Church Services/Ministries, the Library, Grocery Stores, Hospitals, Gas Stations, Traffic Jams, Family Socials, or even my own housemates which lives are preserved with privacy of their own. And frankly I'm sick and tired of the smirk on their faces ever time we meet, and just want to wipe it off with a bit of sharp sarcasm.

I've reached the burn out point!

People usually have an inner circle of trustworthy friends or family members that they can hang out and have fun with, but I've lacked that and have been quite alone for way too long now...People say that I should just go home, well I've come to realize that my hometown can't understand the change of my cultural or lifestyle interests most adults make after a career in US Navy, or what a college education does to an inquiring adult. For the most part I've become too much of a seasoned Caucasion for most of my kin folks at home, and on the other hand simply still too much of a brown tattooed fellow for some other folks here in Washington State. So I've decided not to make any out of state transitions, unless it's an excellent job offer to start a worthy and steady career up until my year of retirement. In all honesty a church is where I truly believe I will find my inner circle of quality friends and family, should I start to formulate a small group soon. It does take prayer, patience on God's timing and not forcing God's spiritual manifestation while it's at work here. I may be by myself, but I shouldn't feel lonely if I diligently remain prayerful and in supplication to do His work, he is my refuge in times like these, and so a quiet meditative retreat is his wisdom in disguise here, to remedy symptoms to an episode of being traumatized from burn out overexposure.

My academics just compounds onto what is already in my life overexposed, and mentally shut down for a couple of months to recover and somehow regain the passion, the motivation and the confidence I once had at the start of my Capella University student status, is what I hope to be the eventual outcome here.

I MAY POSSIBLY EVEN BE BLESSED WITH MY FREEDOM TO PRIVACY BEFORE NEXT QUARTER STARTS!

So I'll just read, write my final paper project before its extended due date, at a good pace that won't jeopardize my mental health, rather than having to fight through the lie of being diagnosed with paranoid delusional schizophrenia. Believe me being overexposed while in studying in school can just completely consume and exhaust my mental energies, until I'm found on bended knees in prayer, in need of some peace of mind.

Physically working out is my coping mechanism, I probably will go stir crazy or insane if I shut down completely both mentally and physically for too long. I've got to maintain an active lifestyle by running, weight training, physical therapy, daily stretching and now swimming as well; or just remain engaged in whatever sports there are to help me sustain the feeling of achievement and an improved self esteem.

I'm curious how my life will be like when I make it back into the work force? Will I have to suffer continually fighting off these same PSEUDO-paranoid delusional schizoid symptoms, of the CIA publicizing all that I do from 8-5pm every day while carrying out my duties and responsibilities during my daily work hours?

I really thought this was a FREE COUNTRY at one time, but it really isn't; there is nothing that is FREE. Not even time alone in prayer, because it cost my prayer sessions to have it publicized, measured and determined at what level of sincerity does it have, by way of the CIA. Sadly enough this lack of freedom is another reason of my burn out!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

I know how to Swim!

2009-07-11T21:12:00.000-07:00

I swam for the first time in years just over a week ago, and it appeared that I may have shocked my sister and her husband, probably my parents as well. Not to mention shocking the CIA, or many in the public as well when I swam 25 meters underwater, laps of the side strokes, the froggystyle and freestyle strokes.

It wasn't free to swim there, so I paid for my nephews and myself to enjoy a couple of hours to roam and swim in their very large swimming facility in Federal Way, WA. where my younger sister takes her family, on lazy and open afternoons.

I need to swim more often, because apparently it helps to repel off the CIA, and those in the Cynical and Doubtful Population that has some ridiculous accusations against me. I am aware that there is a pool nearby my Bothell, WA. residence, and know now that it's a necessity to begin a swimming routine, in addition to my Running, Weight Training and Physical Therapy routines.

I believe that exposing the upper torso of my body while in the process of my swim routine to the CIA, and the Cynical and Doubtful Public, will only help my case against any or all of their pathetic and stupid accusations that exist right now.

Just Do It!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Ever long for FREEDOM seen in a distance!

2009-07-11T00:59:00.001-07:00

School starts up again on Monday the 13th of July...and I can already feel the same tension, stress, turmoil, dis-taste and disgust that typically surfaces with having to know that all of my upcoming unit essay postings will be going public; that all of my interactions with other learners will be going public; that all of my interactions with my professor will be going public. That my reading sessions for my assignments will go public, and to know that I'll find minimum alternative locations to study in.

It's just discriminatory that my quarterly academic progress goes public when really it's none of the CIA, nor the public's damn business, while others think otherwise. Really it can be difficult to be civil, cordial or respectful around others that tend to talk, slander or ridicule about my academic assignments that have been posted to my Capella University Course Room.

The CIA just doesn't get it, I'M NOT BEING PAID TO TEACH! I should be like any other student learner within my Capella University Course Room, studying toward a personal academic achievement without interferences from others in both my personal, or public environment. If the CIA or many in the public think they have the Right to interfere, or to have access to my academic studies, they really don't.

"All Men are created equal!" Thomas Jefferson's quote, is an unfortunate lie here.

The CIA have gone far enough to publicize all my academic assignments, let alone my private life, without a thing that I can do about it. Just over a week ago, I received a letter from the ACLU stating that that wouldn't take on my case to defend me, due to ACLU having to lack the budget and staffing to support me...which means it's me against the CIA, and rest of the rude and cruel world that wants in on all of my academic and personal business.

Believe me I long to be back in the workplace earning a living and gaining a normal life routine again; even though I get the feeling that close family members, many in the public and the CIA would rather see me live off of Social Security Funds, and my Service Connection Injury VA Compensation, for the rest of my life.

Urggh,those Creeps!

Freedom to live privately remains evasive, the need for respect and dignity from others towards me is eroding into disrespect and folly due to being powerless, in my overexposed life situation . Feeling like I'm a fugitive under surveillance continues to still haunt me, even after spending weeks at a time with my parents and other family members while they were up visiting in the last five years, or other times in my past personal and family life.

How long with this CIA surveillance investigation go on? How long before this curse or being bewitched, continue on?

"Life just isn't fair, so get use to it!"

My response to this Cliche, is that unfairness spoils the deepest core of justice for a season in ones life, but once its over fairness to live life with liberty and happiness than should prevail. Freedom that's in a distance is certainly attainable; I strongly believe this while God continues to be my Witness, and my Redeemer.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Financial Aide!

2009-06-15T19:06:00.000-07:00

Why do I feel that I've been the scapegoat for those that have applied and received financial aid for the last decade or more. Is it because the CIA have given me more exposure and attention than all other minorities and poor white folks that have applied for, and relied on financial aid in assisting them to pay for food, housing, books, tuition and out of state school conferences?

Unless it's the CIA that prompts the FED Agents, The Public, or the Siren Community to deprive me of a financial award letter for the upcoming school year, or reservations to my upcoming school conference, than they should leave me be to do my business. It appears that every where I go to ready myself for this out of state school residential colloquial, a curriculum requirement, there's just subliminal or direct obstacles that I have to face. This un-necessary attraction seems to be tough with just the CIA agents alone, but seemingly the rude Public and the harassment from the Siren Community Contractors are undeniably participative and involved as well.

The financial aid application has become complicated all of sudden, more so than past academic school years. The CIA has their hands dirty in it, and I'll be lucky to gain equal the amount from last academic school year. It's apparent that people tend to forget that that there are hundreds of thousands of financial aid students other than myself going through the same process, to hopefully gain the same amount in their financial award letter for the upcoming 2009-2010 school year. If the poor degradable services from Capella Financial Aid Office is partly because they want to play a stupid childish NUMBERS, mind game, than they shouldn't be working in the financial aid office at Capella University. I'll file a complaint with their Financial Aid Department Head, and the President of the School from misinformation, neglect, folly and laughter in the background,regarding my 2009-2010 financial aid verification worksheet.

If you think that the workplace is where I should be, than I should inform you that I've decided to be specific as to where I'd like to be employed lucrative to where I'll be in eight years or more from now. I find that in gaining a career for the long term is important due to my age. I'm cracking 40 this year, and I rather find career employment, rather than some unreliable job security that I'll end up leaving in a matter of months, or only after a year of service.

So if you're gonna look to me with despicable cynicism due to my upcoming financial aid award letter, than subjugate all other financial aid students that applies along in this case as well, for I'm no different.

I'm already registered for the next academic quarter, Summer 2009 that begins on July 6th; and still need to purchase my course text books for this upcoming Inferential Statistics Course. It's another academic expense that I've yet to pay for with my next VA Compensation Pay that arrives on the 1st of July, 2009. Not to mention my Final Paper Project due date at the end of my next Summer Quarter, thanks to the CIA and their constant disturbances this past Spring Quarter, 2009.

I would like to slam the CIA with a lawsuit for reasons such as bringing harmful cruelty, or mental hardships due to sleep deprivation from agents staked out in this house, designated to be part of my VA scheduled appointments, disguised as part of the Capella financial aid call center, staked out at the local Supermarket, University of Washington Libraries, Sand Point Marina and Sunday Worship Services, no less are mind games from their contracted Siren Community to follow me as I travel about in my car, that is already full surveillance devices. I want to file grievance report, file a complaint, attain a court order to keep the CIA away from me for good...they've mistaken me for someone else and have been wrongful in their continuous pursuit to add un-necessary pressure by following and monitoring me, tragically while I'm in school trying to remain GPA compliant, within my I/O Psychology Program.

Just save me the excessive attention, and let me do my business that I'm responsible for in a persistent, pragmatic and PRIVATE manner. I hope ACLU is reading this, and find merit in its content and thus willing to assist me in my case.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Ever been served with neglect or malpractice?

2009-06-10T20:42:00.000-07:00

Ever been treated neglected or rejected at the doctors office? You know so when the receptionist is on a private phone call while you're just waiting there as 5 minutes just gone by. Than when they take your blood pressure, then panic, freak out or view you as some fugitive or phony Veteran of War in their office trying to get some free provider service from the VA Hospital, regardless of being service connected and having an appointment and running behind schedule already...So I ask to retake my vitals over again rushing to find out where the clinic was located today. Their alternating locations routine for the Back and Neck Clinic is in Three different locations within the VA Hospital is just pathetic. The nurse next door decides to play with the light switch, turns it off than on, off than on...he laughs while doing so. I sit in the chair thinking I should take his name and submit a complaint...Well they finally settle down once second try for my vitals reflects that my blood pressure as a matter of fact is better than normal.

The nurse male or female next door, tends to verbally smear me with reasons for being there in the first place no different than the receptionist out front checking my VA ID Card as if she couldn't understand how to pronounce my last name, or whether my card was an actual valid VA ID Card.

I just about had it and would have exploded had I seen the male nurse that flickered the lights during the re-taking of my vitals signs. I make it to the examination room to wait for the MD Resident to evaluate me before the Supervising MD follows up, that is how all my routine visits to the Back and Clinic has been, two doctors, one's the actual the supervising specialist, all of their service time lasts about 5 minutes, maybe a bit more, while the waiting time to be seen by a VA Physcian is around 20 minutes. The nurse leaves me in the examination room with a gown, and instructed me to fill out a pain level information sheet. The sheet is with an outlined diagram sketch of a male body...so I fill it out and marked where my pains were at that moment. This procedure was to advise the practicing resident and physcian where my pains located, which always is near and around my lower back and neck part of my body. However, this diagram sketch I notice in past visits usually goes un-noticed by both doctors, and they much rather have me physically point to them and verbally articulate to them the level of pain that I have to tolerate. They may recommend medications aside from the Tylenol that I already take twice a day. Which I usually reject, because of the amount of Medications in my system already and that I am allergic to IBprophen or Advil, due to me having a break out of, Hives.

Well, I'm fortunate that my iPod is working properly due to escalating emotions in being cranky...and I'm glad that I didn't do something violent and stupid. I knew their routine in playing mind games while the door to the closed examination room brings in slander, gossip or just verbal abuse from any part of their staff, while I went endlessly for the Physcian to show.

So I finish marking where my pains are on this diagram sketched form, then I start writing on the back of this form which is a blank back side sheet, a long hand written complaint of their Back and Neck Clinical Department over all the visits I've had in the past, no less than today, with their poor professionalism, with neglect, disrespect and malpractice. I was treated like I had no business in their office, that I was treated like I wasn't even service connected with my lower back injury, and that I was accused in making a false service connection injury claim to the BVA, Board of Veterans Appeal, and that their Back and Neck Department views my Appeals Claim as insignificant, invalid and a waste of time. I went on and on and ensured that the Resident today had read it, and took it with her for the rest of the Physcians in the clinic from today would read it as well. Neglect or Malpractice is what I really wanted to accuse them of, to voice my opinion on such mind games, poor provider service, subliminal verbal abuse by their registration and nursing staff prior to my examination on every visit.

That even with my daily efforts to treat and cope with my valid service connection injury for my lower back, with my stretches to alleviate the tightness that causes pain, keeping up with my physical therapy and strengthening exercises, utilizing my electrical message apparatus, in addition to my running program. Not to mention the outside stress from the CIA surveillance, conspirators efforts in making my life miserable to increase the pain rather than much less relieve it. That the VA Back and Neck Clinic has proven to me that my visits to their office meant nothing, and if it did, it was for their benefit in getting paid, making me a subject of laughter and shame. Rather than taking me seriously in their quality treatment and professional provider service, with a patient that has a sincerely valid need for treatment, and not an unnecessary session of more mental abuse.

This Service Connection Injury is my VA Compensation Claim, which is currently in the Appeals process. This Service Connected Injury is also at rating of 20%; and is under the temporary domain of a Private Attorney Virginia Girard-Brady. She has is attempting and get my VA Service Connection Injury Claim back to the BVA, Board of Veteran Appeals, for another chance for a review and decision rating.

The VA and its Physcians, tends to really make things difficult, for VA Service Connected Veterans like myself to gain anymore proof that my service connection injury is becoming worse off with age, and not better. That Physical Therapy Routine Sessions that I voluntarily do on my own is sufficient enough, along with a consult to a VA Chiropractor located at the VA Hospital in American Lake, WA. was also made. There won't be any more MRI images to help my case, nor any future consult to a private chiropractor that isn't within their fiscal budget.

Most visits to the Back and Neck Clinics leaves me with feeling that they are either incompetent, or lack the motivation to really give immediate attention to my lower back problem. With the rotation of residents, and various Physcians that I've seen over the last decade about my lower back problem, I still haven't been given a clear stated diagnosis, or a clear confident level of understanding into the severity of my lower back. I seem to be doing my own evaluations, and altercations within my own Physical Therapy Routine Sessions. The VA has less of a clue, nor do they honestly want to know what is truly my diagnosis with real solid answers. They simply don't what to create anymore medical evaluation diagnostic evidences, for the BVA Board of Veteran Appeals, and the CIA to deem what is my service connection injury, with anymore valid reasons to increase its disability rating. Which is wrong, very wrong!

National Champions!

2009-06-04T22:39:00.000-07:00

Congratulations University of Washington's Womens Softball Team,
The 2009, NCAA Division I World Series Champions!
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