Why would an American nurse want anything to do with spy games? If I wanted to be a spy, I’d apply to Spy Academy—probably after figuring out if that’s a real thing. And if I wanted to play games in the world of spies, I’d try out for their football team (assuming they play football between top-secret missions). But guess what? I wanted neither. No spying, no secret codes, no gadgets. Not even a decoder ring.
All I ever wanted was to be an American nurse. That’s it. My dream? To earn an honest paycheck, buy a cozy house with a big garden, and take care of my family—all without being dragged into someone else’s cloak-and-dagger circus or dealing with folks who think “intelligence” is a license to act like a jerk. Power? Nope, don’t want it. World domination? I’ll leave that to the comic book villains.
So, that’s that. I’m officially out of the “Romanian Presidential Election Analysis” business. And honestly? Good riddance! Let me get back to healing people and planting tomatoes. 😊
My mom never loved the pressure cooker. While most moms embraced it in the communist country where time to cook was short, food was scarce, and families were large, my mom always said NO. Even though food was good, and meals were always on time, she refused to use it.
Why? Because more than seeking an easier time during those hard days, everything she did was about us. My mom’s anxiety was always high, though she never talked about it. But that anxiety kept us safe, as best as she could.
Today, I refused to trust my gut. From morning until evening, I said NO to it. NO, I do not want to listen to you! When your mind and gut tell you something different from others, and you already know that you process things differently, you say NO!
NO to my gut today!
Because I’m too tired to deal with everything in one single day.
What would my mom do? I wish you were here, mom, to tell me what to do…and to NOT trust my guts, BUT just live!
I refused a private room arrangement because of my gut!
NO private room in a socialist country—NEVER EVER! Irina taught me that!
When I called my friends, my call rings echo from a closed apartment. It’s not a coincidence or craziness. What happened before is happening again! My gut was right when I discovered it.
Anything else is people doing their jobs for their people, and me watching them.
People are the same! Life is the same! Freedom is the same! For ALL!
What would mom do? How do you convince someone, whose priorities are different from their own kids, that pressure cooking is dangerous for everyone? The time you gain today, you can lose it ALL tomorrow, as dangerous as it can be!
My dad bought a sophisticated pressure cooker for my mom, proud of his “state class achievement.” My mom took that “achievement,” and it became the grain holder for our ducks, geese, and chickens, and the pot for their water. She transformed the “brand name” pressure cooker gift into happiness for our animals and garden.
That’s what my mom taught me.
If you don’t have time, DO NOT COOK! Cook with time and LOVE! Meals are for soul life and health. And never use a pressure cooker as sophisticated as it could be!
It’s better not to cook at all, then! LOL. Eat out!
At the Filipino corner store, a man was selling cheap jeans from a bag. I smiled. People bought them. It’s a culture—the culture of poverty! I lived it in socialism!
Pressure cookers are part of the culture of poverty, where people hurry to gain control over an uncontrollable situation, driven by poorness!
Breathe with me and stay grounded.
My mom always kept her hands on the oven door handle for 5 seconds before starting cooking. To rest. To settle. After that, the meals would follow.
Today, I didn’t trust my gut at all! But I trusted MY MOM!
Moms protect their babies and teach them through life experiences and stories.
Now, you know that your gut is right. Don’t ignore it!
Years ago, I signed off my inheritance papers and gave up on everything. Why? Because my mom was left to die. She was manipulated and left to die.
Because my society was okay with letting my mom die. Because alone, you can’t save people. Life is BIG luck, not money!
As much as I push away evil money, it seems they gravitate around me!
EVIL money put me in danger, surrounded by the jealousy of those born into “lucky” inheritance. I smiled when I told them I prefer to be poor than to touch any of their dirty, bloody money. But hey, here, people think differently… There too…No ethics, no soul!
Me and my kids do not want your dirty luck—your evil luck!
If that dirty underground inheritance is linked to my name, then we are in danger.
Because if I die, and your dirty evil family knows well how to make my death look natural (like usual), my children will inherit everything.
Then you will lure and marry my kids into your criminal network family to keep the inherited luck in your dirty family!
I signed the papers. I do not inherit anything from my mom. I will sign the papers to refuse all inheritance from my dad too.
And I need to find someone who knows the truth about the dirty “luck” linked to my name and I will give up on it too.
Never trust anyone!
People use you and play dirty games with you because they can. You don’t need money; you need a genuine life. If you live it well, you can make honest money! It’s not about luck; it’s about your soul. Dirty souls have luck. Good souls refuse to be lucky but keep life.
To navigate this mess I consulted a lawyer specializing in inheritance law. I explained my situation and concerns, and they guided me on how to legally refuse or disclaim any inheritance.
They also advised me on protecting my children from being forced or manipulated into accepting it. I made sure my refusal of any inheritance was documented formally and legally, signing disclaimers and ensuring these documents were filed properly. Reviewing any existing wills or trusts with my lawyer in my country helped me understand the specifics of the inheritance and how it could be legally disclaimed.
NOW, I NEED YOUR HELP! If you have any clues or you find that my name is linked to a trust a will or any other documents, here or in any other countries, please let me know. I will sign rejection papers in seconds. It is the safety of me and my family!
And i don’t know why I have the feeling that the EVIL family is a potential danger for my children. I taught them how to recognize manipulation.
They needed to understand why I refused the inheritance and the values behind my decision. The potential danger is so high that I also considered legal measures to appoint a trusted guardian who shares my values, in case something happens to me. This person can help ensure my children are NOT manipulated, lured into a marriage or coerced into accepting the inheritance.
Keeping open lines of communication with my children is crucial. They should feel encouraged to share any interactions or offers they receive that seem related to the “lucky” evil inheritance.
As everyone knows I am monitored 24×24 and many of the recordings are over the net. And are witnesses who refuse to talk. To enhance our personal and home security, I installed security systems, became cautious about sharing personal information, and developed a safety plan in case of threats. Staying vigilant, being aware of our surroundings, and noting any unusual behavior from individuals who may try to influence or threaten us became part of our daily routine.
Do you know the feeling of being recorded 24×24? (listen to this video, i worked with this man, his videos will tell you ALL THE CLUES).
Daily I stay focused on creating a stable and honest source of income for my family, reducing any financial temptation or pressure to accept the “lucky” inheritance. And again i don’t know why, but is the feeling that “the family” use it behind my back!
If we struggled financially, I sought support from community organizations, government programs, or trusted individuals who could offer assistance without strings attached.
I don’t have money or benefits for seeking professional counseling or therapy.My stress and anxiety related to this situation is high. I have a couple of trusted friends and family members who know the whole situation and are 24×24 there for me.
Of course for the local police and protection services I am no one, who cares. To be crazy is easier than to look deep into the situation. Plus corruption is high!
When I felt threatened or believed there was a genuine risk to our safety, I informed the police or relevant authorities. This story seems crazy! But it is true! No one investigates it! They provided advice on protective measures and no one investigated it. Or may be they did. And was stopped!
For it I started writing these stories. In this way I keep records of any interactions, threats, or suspicious activities related to the people involved in this suspicious “lucky” inheritance case. This documentation could be essential if legal or law enforcement authorities needed to be involved further, or if something will happen with me.
I know that “the lucky” family watches over me because i was linked into their inheritance ! Too many yelled their frustration over me. Without me having NO CLUES! Till recently!
But I do not need their dirty money! I never wanted and never accepted it! Because money is EVIL when it is made from the suffering of so many people.
