Lisa Kendall-powers:
CLASS OF 1977
Madison Heights High SchoolClass of 1977
Anderson, IN
Madison Heights Junior High SchoolClass of 1974
Anderson, IN
Southview Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Anderson, IN
Roosevelt SchoolClass of 1966
Anderson, IN
Meadowbrook Elementary SchoolClass of 1965
Anderson, IN
Lisa's Story
Just incase something happens to me, this story is important, and must be saved.....Many of my files and pictures are missing. At this point in time, I am the only one who can tell this story. Here is what really happened...................
Lisa is an "unknown soldier".....I set out to be an I.U. grad with an English degree...instead, I grew up to become an unpaid expert at reading road signs.
My name is Lisa. I was born in a par-alle world of unknown origin.
I am the oldest child of a WWII Indiana Marine veteran. I am the end of my father's line. I have one daughter. I know I am special. This is my story.
As a person who grew up in middle class Indiana, I always thought my life was my own, and that my heart belonged to me....Turns out, the story about LICA began way before she was born...in a land far away,
East of Egypt, near a chess game on the highway of life, close to a tobacco farm in Silicone Valley Kentucky....
Once upon a High Tea time, a little girl named LISA was born again in a school crossing zone wearing a deoxyribonucleic acid coat of many B- Rhesus negative rare blood type colors. ... The school crossing zone was located on Jackson Street in Indiana, near a hospital, where Lisa's rare blood type and life story were identified and tagged with numbers...See, Lisa was a very loved little girl whose family left her with a priceless gift of infinite wisdom and understanding. In the dark corners of the repetitions of history, Lisa has been able to find the essence of light her ancestors left behind.
The worlds may have collided into the true differences between darkness and light, good and evil, cowboys and
Marine Indians in Indiana. Perhaps my dad's observations of contrasts have been encoded in my genetic memory, within the concepts of chiascuro in education. The concepts of dark and light may have been conjecture about the true origins of good and evil...
Black and white may merely be a reflection of education and understanding versus stupidity and
ignorant complicity....Whatever the apparent reality is on the surface, I am sure there is turquoise under the copper, on Mount Ida, under the white and black see issue. Lisa's ancestors appear to have clearly understood that literacy had everything to do with the garbage on the side of the road. After all, who could afford a $500 littering fine in 1857? Lisa's mixed genetic code, and geniological history will substantiate speculation about the issues at hand.
It appears as tho Lisa's ancestors
constructed a treasure map of understanding with apparent hopes that someday Lisa would be able to synthesize all of the random messaging into a meaningful thesis so that Lisa could eventually understand the magnitude of what happened to her life in America. Events in Lisa's life appear to be the advertisment for what happened to many of you. Lisa's family history appears to contain the real buried pirates treasure chest, containing the ABO- LEWIS-MN Nancy Mary and Minnie Reeves twins ancestrial blood line profiling OSS...
(Mary Reeves was Lisa's great great grand mother, mother of Nancy
Reeves, Minnies twin, Grandpa Earl's family of twins from Kansas.....circa mid 1800's.)
You see, Lisa's life story and medical history metaphorically reflect the
US history of Indian Removal, Dawes Act, Wounded Knee, the Battle at Wilson's Creek and the removal of the Greek Indians from Georgia on the Trail of Tears with the Long Walk of the Navajo and Custars Last One.....
From Lisa's Highschool Term Papers on Alternative Health Remedies and Transcendental Meditation, to the Harriet Beecher Stow your luggage account of Tom and Eliza's lives, to the removal and slaughter of Native Americans in Indiana, Lisa's All American girl life events are filled with literary parallels in what appears to be a corporate industry stock market modern day underground slave wire...From a journey of ten thousand and 50 years, Lisa, the great grand daughter of a man named David Wilson, finally understands why she started out as an English major,
earned a Fashion Merchandising degree, and has worn a uniform to work for over 30 years with little hope for a secure retirement and a great civilian wardrobe....... Lisa, the MHHS
B Stu- dent, appears to have found her roots on a flight to Academia...where the door closed just before takeoff.....
A deluge of childhood memories came pouring in to me in the September 12th after math of silence. How could a simple, all- american dedicated student, athletic girl from Indiana, who had worked with handicapped children and had aspirations for a future with an English major, have chosen a career path with so much volatility and uncertainty??? In the quiet days following 911, when working on an airplane was not an option, an ancestral journey started for me so that I could find out where I came from and what had happened along the path of my life that brought me to a lifetime commitment to the airline industry.....My theme had a common thread. I discovered something I should have been taught as a child. Sometimes your life choices will come to you from God. And many times your choices will be put before you by humans who think they are gods in an underground railroad dedicated to failure outcomes. My life experiences tell me that it is important to know the difference between the APPLE and the ABE L....and the ABO--Lewis MN NN blood group profiling system. My dad's heart tells me there should be something in a human soul that is not connected to science if you are an evolved human. In the aftermath of 911 my life flashed before me in a flood of sequential memories. The most prominent memory being the recollection of me, sitting on a bar stool, in a cold garage on Cross Street, with autumn leaves blowing at my feet, while my Marine veteran dad built a blue pine box for me to store my Barbie in.....
I learned a valuable lesson on that cold November day in the garage on Cross Street, while watching my dad's carpentry genious at work. In a 6 year old sort of way, I understood that hatred was institutionalized in our culture of misinformation. I understood that it is important to understand what really happened in history so that you won't contribute to the idiocy that carries us further into the journey of arms proliferation and backlash attacks on vulnerable humans who are defensless against insideous aggression. My dad taught me in his sad, quiet way that education may be our only hope for paving a path to peace.
In another memory,I understood that the plaid shirt my dad wore in the summer car wash, did not match the madras plaid shorts he wore at the same time he handed me the apple on the steps at the house on Cross Street....I recognized patterns at an early age. Of course my childhood perspectives could not begin to fathom the depth of evil I was about to experience in my life. The hatred in my every day life does not come from directly from Hitler youth who might hate indians or jews. The hatred I experience everyday does not come from middle eastern terrorists. I experience hatred from people ...Expand for more
in my place of employment each day that I survive the madness in the workplace...I experience hatred from people in my neighborhood, people who follow me in the grocery store. People who have delivered inferior medical services and devices to me, the daughter of a Marine veteran, have also delivered the hatred. If I use my purchasing power for medical mistakes and vanity products, my salary seems to stabilize or increase...if I contribute to organizations that help Navajo grandmas and grandpas with food and winter supplies, my financial wire gets cut off and my work schedule is sabotaged... My credit card wire purchases seem to determine whether or not I can earn extra money......I will never live the American retirement dream because of the hatred. My story even has to be given away for free on a group venue because of the importance of the message I carry. In America, the girl from Indiana, whose family members gave service to the Marines, Department of the Navy, the US Postal Service and Dept. of Education, has been cut off from the dream with the hate message... The POER white girl , who, apparently, is the Little Red Reader who thought she could be successful at something, has had the rug pulled out from under her in aging vulnerable years after years of being undermined and medically mutilated... My story may represent an entire population of mixed race Americans. And that is why I am documenting the time line of what happened so you will understand what happened so that your story may unfold as mine did. I was removed from IU to MIA.... My life story and medical history will take you thru the AIM--American Indian Movement which will eventually lead you to the holocaust, Algiers in 1941 and Camp Laezar, Cuba in 1904...If you travel far enough back in time you will find the removal of Indians from Georgia, Indiana and the Long Walk of the Navajo relocation to Oklahoma along with the Battle at Wounded Knee, Little Big Horn, Washita and the Massacre at the Falls... ..........you will eventually end up in scripture and then will find yourselves in the dead sea.....50, Million years ago.......There is only one real Fluere de Lisa and that is the key to literacy.
My life story...
I was born.
I was vaccinated.
My Uncle Ralph died.
I was vaccinated again.
All of my teeth came in on the same day and I was hospitalized with a really high fever.
I was vaccinated again.
My parents divorced.
My dad was replaced with a violent, racist, alchoholic step dad who came from a tobacco farm where his brother, Wendall, died from Tetnus.
I was probably vaccinated again.
I barely had the measles.
I never got the mumps even tho I was forced to play with the children who had them...
My dad moved to Cross Street.
I recognized differences in madras plaid patterns and my dad handed me an apple.
My dad took me to the Indianapolis Circle to see It's a Mad Mad World.
My dad taught me how to camp in our own back yard next to the caged rabbits.
My dad taught me how to make candied corn balls.
I had my tonsils removed.
My grandpa, Earl, taught me how to fish, and how to make turtle egg soup from a live turtle. Earl taught me how to gather the honey from the hives next to the vinyard.
I learned how to read really well.
My Uncle Al died.
My dad died on Cross Street, just after Christmas, when heart transplantation went on the wire,
and I was thrown to the wolves.
I did well in school and extra ciricular activites.
I worked 3 jobs in High School.
My Uncle Ernie died after a trip to Florida.
I was the Treasure Chest Queen (Yearbook Delta 32--CCR5 Black Plague Gene Mutation i.e. Mumps immunity)
I was voted "girl most likely 2".
I wrote two term papers on Natural Health remedies.
I was given a poison apple on Clearwater Beach during spring break at Easter.
Then I was given Estrogen for irregular bleeding after an appendicitis attack in Clearwater.....
I taught Handi capped children how to swim while I was life guarding.
My appendix ruptured and I missed my Freshman Walk Thru at I.U.
My Arm swelled up like a balloon when the IV drip missed my vein at the Hospital Bank and Trust during the Appendix removal.
I went to Florida with Al Hague Jack and Junior.
Then I was charged out of state tuition when my mom retired from GM.
I was removed to MIA for multiple pooled blood plasma product injections.
The schools took all of my college money for my A.A. degree in Fine Art.
I was set up for date rapes.
My English major turned into a Facist Merchandising degree.....
I was Annie. (I.E.Faulkenberg geniology
Appendix page 26)...and Cinderella.....I.E. Anna Aquash....years later, Dr. Shaw would explant me, a daughter of a 6th marine division GM Plant 3 veteran.......Miss Shaw was also my 1st grade teacher at Roosevelt..on Madison Avenue and 53rd Street....
My Uncle Victor in Oklahoma put our family history together...
My grandmother Ann Galley died from a ruptured appendix after my grandfather was born. My Uncle Ernie and Uncle Al committed sioux- is- ide. My Aunt Mildred died after a car accident. My grand mother Esther died with jaundice and heart failure a little while after
a surgery. My mother recieved a contagious staff infection with a mastectomy and I recieved multiple pooled blood plasma injections and food poisoning when I was pregnant. My brother just had his espohagus removed, my daughter had her appendix removed, I had an emergency root canal and just received an upper cut to the chin while on the airplane and my Uncle Jack just died.....
I passed an MMPI test and was hired by an airline.
I went to Initial Training and stayed in the old CDC Building for a month.
I jumped rope in the parking lot and sat in the sauna before weight check.
And then I was sent back to MIA to be the last one, during the Marielle Boat Lift, and spent most of my reproductive years in the hospital....
with head to toe pathology donations, bone grafts, broken legs, cracked eye teeth after surgery, ruptured breast implants, a multitudes of gynoco- LOGICAL problems during my reproductuve years, missing eggs, and a sinus, Chinle laceration injury on the job.....I recently experienced another upper cut injury to the Chin after completing an on-line course in an area of alternative health practice...
I knew it...The writing is on the wall....I am Special. They are doing neuro-science brain research on me.
I am going to end up in a jar next to my dad's heart.
In summary, the biggest lesson I learned here is that America has what appears to be incurable hatred cancer. As you harvest your crops today, please remember to sort the wheat from the chaffe carefully...I think it was Jesus who said something like, "Forgive them, Father, they do not know how to read and their brains are toxic from environmental sludge."
I always wanted to be an LSAT kindergarten teacher when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a good idea. As it turns out, they were wrong. I am an English Major Stewardess, daughter of a Marine, with an extensive medical history from Normandie....
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