MICKTOVIOSCANLANS711

Michelle!

2009-12-11T18:38:00.000-08:00

It may have been, it may have not! But the fact is that I feel I had missed Michelle last night at the YMCA, in the weight room at the completion of my workout for the night.

I was finishing my workout with some sit ups on the decline bench, and than went onto do some oblique isolation twists. I was exhausted at the end of my mid section workout, and once off the bench, I headed straight for the nearest exit, but not before I made it to the exit door, I glanced over at the leg press machine, the closest apparatus to me, and in the outcome of my glance, I noticed the freckles on this asian looking woman pressing away on the leg press machine. But was exhausted, trying to catch my breath with just the exit and some water in mind.

Well I had a second thought about that gal on the leg press, and decided to make a loop looked back to the weight room. When I did, I found this young looking asian woman with the freckles was now doing tricep pull downs at the opposite end of the room from where I was suddenly standing looking in. I couldn't see her freckles, or her eyes this time around, which is what I was actually looking for in this woman, aside from her father's cheeks and her mother's nose. Michelle have eyes that are shaped with such unique beauty, that it compliments the light complexion to her face filled with freckles really well. This unique facial feature combination, although attractive tends to complicate what makes up her actual true racial ethnic background that may baffle others, with the exception of her family, or me her ex-husband. She's Creo-Asian American- Native American!

Well being completely exhausted for the night, and near sighted, from where I was standing at that point, I could only make out the pink shirt that she was wearing, hair color, height and overall figure, which could may well have been a very good match on what Michelle's overall image is today. I decided not to bother taking a closer look at that moment, but in RETROSPECT I believe I really should have. And it is due to this strong belief that If Mutsuko, her mother, was found sitting on the bench next to the Racket Ball Courts on another night in this particular YMCA, I now believe that Michelle could just as well been present at this particular YMCA last night.

I kept thinking tonight during my workout, that Michelle may also hopefully be there, or possibly on another night in the near future! Michelle and Mutsuko may just be members of this YMCA; and that I'd be lucky enough to have another opportunity to see them again. God Willing!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Mutsuko!

2009-12-10T11:38:00.000-08:00

Within the last decade, I truly believe that I've seen Michelle's Poree's mother, Mutsuko, in the oddest of all public places; such as on public transits, at bus stops, at University Presbyterian Church (UPC), and now possibly at the YMCA just the other day.

If Michelle is attempting to make contact with me through her mother Mutsuko, than it would behoove me to continue to make attempts to contact Michelle, my ex-wife.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Profession!

2009-12-09T14:42:00.001-08:00

I find that whatever work or career I do choose to engage myself into as a Civilian, it will be without any US Constitutional Protection. This is due that our Country is still in Extremely Unusual Circumstances, such as WAR in the Middle East.

Meaning, if I'm hired to work in a Marketing Department, as a Sales Person, or work as a Laborer for a Express Courier or as a Construction Apprentice, which are types of work that I care little about. But I may even become fortunate, and find a career consulting job, that leads to a strong passion and pleasure within to compel me to perform only my best while earning a living.

Nevertheless, the unfortunate outcome to a newly found event iny successfully gaining work or a career, is that I would still have to face NO privacy both while at work, nor coming home everyday. Life for me will continue on without any Privacy whatsoever, even when I've finally started to earn a good living. I still have yet to deal with the reality of this Nation's tragic extreme unusual circumstances during WAR, and deal in living with no power to secure my personal space, and papers with my God Given US Constitutional Rights to Privacy. It will bring no peace of mind for me to sleep every night, and I would than still need some assistance to cope with this inequality and discriminatory actions brought against me by this same FEDERAL Covert Investigative Operation. I expect that I would probably remain reliant on medications brought on by the VA, Veterans Administration Mental Health Department, just to prevent me from losing sleep at night. With enough sleep, it will keep me in order to sustain Alertness, Awareness, Professional Competency, the ability to achieve or meet my production and quality performance standards, given to me within all of my daily routine duties and activities within my job description as a Civilian.

It would only then be fair to myself, to try and hire an attorney, when I do have the funds to find an affordable and willing attorney to take on my case against the US Government Law Enforcement Agencies (CIA and FBI). Otherwise, the ACLU, American Civil Liberties Union is the only anti-governmental body that has attorney's, but in a scarce amount to favor my argument from being mistreated, or deprived of my Civil Liberties. Frankly, I'm not completely for all that the the ACLU stands for though, such as Domestic Partnership or Pro-Choice, which actually gives me less favorability, or leverage to rely on them.

HOWEVER, on the other hand I have the opportunity to meet these times of extremely unusual circumstances with extraordinary pro-activity by myself, to serve in the Military as an US ARMY Infantry Soldier. I would be capable of sacrificing my life, while fighting on the battle field while on several tours Afghanistan with pride, valor and honor. I will be expected to constantly be on duty to maintain the overall safety status of our US Republic, bring peace to the United States National Borders, and eventually be granted my US Constitutional Rights to Privacy. There will then be no Covert Investigation by the FEDS against me then, nor will I be reliant on any more medications from the VA either. I'm given a chance to again serve in the United States Military Service, to protect United States of America from Enemies, both foreign and domestic. I also will learn to live in a different culture to that, not as a Shipboard Aviation Sailor to Set Sail and overcome the Heavy Seas to Launch and Recover Aircraft during Flight Operations on an Attack Mission in the Middle East; but to learn how to become an Infantry Soldier in the US ARMY, and the US ARMY way of life.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

My Work Outs!

2009-12-07T23:51:00.000-08:00

Things are going well in the gym thus far! I find that I should bulk up my whole backside and lower side of my body, while making an effort to tone the upper front side.

I've haven't lost much strength after all these years of being away from pulleys, dead weights and barbells; although I still find no pleasure in putting miscellaneous tools, or weight plates back once my exercise is over and done with. The trick is to workout when the room is full of weightlifters, that way there is more of a chance that someone is waiting to take over where i've left off, once done with my last set, Hee, Hee!

My Bench Press is @ 225lbs.
My Military Press is @ 135lbs.
My Two Arm Bar Curl is @ 115lbs.
My Hack Squat/Leg Press is @ 405lbs.
Max of 8-10 Reps for each.
My goal is at least 3x in the gym per week.

My Cardiovascular Exercise Routine is in 30 minute intervals, and my goal is run a few miles, ride a decent amount of miles, or eventually swim up to a mile or more; while getting faster and farther within the next month or so.

My Routine Exercises Core Group Muscles, are ultimately the most important among all other weight resistance and cardiovascular routine exercises; and I try to get in a varied set of core muscle exercises every day I make it to the gym.

I've also noticed that I've been monitored carefully by both YMCA members, and its Staff as of late, but being a new member I'm certain that being overly noticed is typical. However, I'm already starting to see indicators of the worse yet to come; in that being under constant overexposed surveillance circumstance, I'm vulnerable to being followed around the gym by show offs. These pathetic people just seem to want to use me to gain some of their own selfish publicity, to impress their physical capabilities, or their own supposedly attractive physique. But I must press on, for the greater purpose for all of my workouts is much more important, and that is to focus in becoming an US ARMY Soldier that is "Fit For Duty!" or "Fit For WAR!"

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

One God, One Love!

2009-12-04T12:19:00.000-08:00

What do I do to overcome their lack of confidence and respect for me? How do gain my US Constitutional Rights to my Privacy back? How do I stop the cynical skeptics and their slander, gossip, insults and mockery against me?

Well the Bible states: "To love thy neighbor as thyself"
(Mark 12:31)

"To love thy enemies!"
(Matthew 5:44)

This verse to me is interpreted more so to love the person, and not the misdeed or crime that they had committed, all with the hope that they will eventually genuinely convert their lives to Christ.

So I'll reveal my love for thy neighbors and enemies (Public, FEDS and my Family) that tend to treat me with the lack of confidence, lack of respect, lack of decency by Re-enlisting into the US Armed Forces: the US ARMY in particular; making past boot camp and warrior training, only to pursue a couple of tours in Afghanistan to literally fight and protect the very lives and safety of US Citizens and our National Security, and thus to safeguard US Constitutional Rights for all Americans that I have been lacking these past dozen years.

Sacrificing my life right now, is the only way I can think of that I can gain a normal, legitimate life without any more covert operations from the FEDS in my life. To dismiss this surveillance investigation in every part of my life will take extraordinary unusual acts of courage that is swift and genuine, and believe I want this investigation that overexposes my life to end, immediately as possible.

Frankly, I've grown bitter that I had to quit school because of the overexposure of all of actions and discussions with everyone in an academic environment while in school, losing my integrity of having any and all of scholarly assignments saved or posted to the course room without any bit of it being protected confidential information. I was betrayed of my authority to with hold publishing any, or all of my academic work assigned to me while being part of the Student Body with University of Washington, Hawaii Pacific University and Capella University. My assigned work published to the the world wide public, only prompted just another avenue for more me to tolerate more slander, insults and mockery outside my own academic institutions that I had attended. It eventually got to a point to where the scholarly quality content of my assigned material had become a subject of scrutiny with other non-Capella University scholars, there were academic critics with academic endeavors, and achievements to intentionally deliberately convince others that my assigned work was illegitimate and pathetic. I was given un-welcomed reviews from the Media, Cashiers and Customers waiting in lines, the VA Hospital, the Church and from the Church Pulpit, the U-District Environment, from my family's homes, or places that I had least expected. All of this labeling of my work being "unacceptable, inappropriate, pathetic or not good enough" from which it just brought on mental and psychological exhaustion that completely drained me to a point of depressive bitterness. Confusion and frustration set in as to why was blatant discriminatory behavior to publicize my assigned work without my authority, leaving me to feeling disturbed neglected misfit within our University course room, moreover regardless of my sincerest quality academic efforts, it would continue to publicly be criticized regardless as inadequate.

My actual Course Room Professor's from Capella University would give A or B for my essay, term paper or term grade, while the rest of the Public would scrutinize the very same work valued as being in the C or D grade level range course of work. I've had to tolerate this vicious discriminatory cycle for the last decade or more, from the University of Washington, Hawaii Pacific University and Capella University. I've eventually hit a major mental and psychological burnout, no longer able to tolerate this Travesty of Justice, or Unconstitutional Nonsense and chose to quit school. I will be officially be completely withdrawn from Capella University, and its PhD, Industrial Organization Psychology Program by the Spring Quarter, 2010. I completed seven courses thus far, with no intentions to register for any further courses, for there is only tragical turmoil that awaits me.

Unless I be proactive and get into heat of battle in Afghanistan, to save the safety of our US Republic and the Security of our National Borders of the United States, I feel that things will remain pathetically the same without living without any decency to respect the confidentiality of my papers, nor without any dignity to live on with privacy. If I'm not proactive, I will continue to walk through life with hidden surveillance that follows me from my Private Residence, into my Privately Owned Vehicle, to everywhere you can imagine that is an indoor or semi-indoor facility, Such as: Family's or Friends Homes, Their cars, Churches, YMCA, Hospitals, Supermarkets, Drug stores, Traffic Jams, Sporting Events, Shopping Malls, Etc...

If I can find an Attorney that works Pro-Bono for me, to provide disclosure of all information regarding this covert surveillance investigative operations against me, it would only certainly prove that I'm not a Paranoid, Delusional Psychotic; and reinforce the notion that I've been taking medications in vain all of this time. But finding an Attorney to take or accept my case, is like a needle in a hay stack, or in other words I've had a very difficult time in finding any Attorney, or Legal Counselor that would want to take on the US Government alongside me. I've even tried to to gain information from the FBI office 10 years ago, on my own, and the results of my initiative, were that the FBI with held disclosure afraid that I would make a case out of it, which is something I couldn't do anything about. However, with a Power of Attorney, or a Court Order the United States FBI or the CIA offices and their administrators would be "Breaking the Law" if they do not fully disclose any, or all information about any such current covert investigative surveillance operation over and against me. It is sad that The ACLU Attorney's actually denied service to me a year ago, or responded by saying that they didn't have any attorney's available to assist me in this Unconstituational matter. ($$!@#$%^&, Urrrrrgh!)

Although medications from the VA helps me to cope with my daily stress and mental exhaustion, which is a result from the FEDS publicizing the overexposure into my life, and the cruelty and unpredictable public responses that come from all angles beyond my control. These medications tends to prevent me from losing sleep every night in such a life that is so pathetically unprotected, or so very unconstitutional. But with enough sleep every night, I am less of a grouch or being edgy, and with less feelings of hostility, allowing me to promote patterns of thoughts to that of optimism and hope. An example of this is to Love thy Neighbor, or Enemies enough to being: "Fit for Duty" and do 3 tours in Afghanistan to safeguard the peoples very lives and constitutional rights for freedom live their American Dream.

That within 6 years in the future from now, all of this unfair cynical pessimism against me, from the Public, FEDS or my Family members that are known to be fickle, will just "blow over," or become just "water under the bridge." Everyone will feel that they should just leave me be, and deem me as an upright citizen of the United States; an honorable, noble and patriotic citizen that needs to be left alone from any mistaken Federal Covert Surveillance Investigation; furthermore to be treated with Decency and be given my God Given Right to live with Dignified Privacy.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

My Birthday!

2009-12-01T23:00:00.001-08:00

We left for "Operation Desert Storm" this very day, back on December 1, 1990; and I have a vivid memory of looking ashore, stern of our Ship, the USS TARAWA LHA-1 as we traveled our way past the SanDiego, CA. Coronado Bridge, and eventually onto the Pacific Ocean. It was a day that I concretely said good bye to my youth, and welcomed in the adulthood that evolved from within me. For I was onboard a US Navy vessel, set sail on a course for a mission for WAR, undoubtedly to change my life forever. It was the first Birthday of mine that I'm aware of, that I had such a just cause for living within the next stage in my young adult life, as a 21 year old. To carryout responsibilities that was above and beyond the call of duty, to do extraordinary things, in the most unusual of all circumstances without a second to delay during that time of WAR.

Now at about 20 years later, at 40 years of age today, I am grateful that I have learned to choose and desire the pleasures of a virtuous living, over the pleasures of the flesh, worldly and careless living! I continue to meet adversaries in my life with reliance on divine wisdom, and past experiences that I have been blessed with, since that day we the USS TARAWA LHA-1, got underway for WAR, in the Middle East Country, of Kuwait back then.

My Birthday Wish today is simple, and that is to gain back my US Constitutional Rights to Privacy, within my personal home, and papers. How will I achieved this? Well WAR time periods such as now, tends to offer me to be in an extraordinary unusual circumstances, and thus again allow me to act with patriotism, loyalty, valor, courage, zeal, honor and duty to my Countrymen and Women of the United States of America. To act in order to safeguard the US Constitutional Freedoms and Liberties bestowed upon us by our United States Country's Forefathers. For me to make a decision to volunteer my heart, mind and soul to again go to WAR, will only give me a second chance to liberate myself from the continuous oppression, deprivation, discrimination from doubtful cynics that have no willful mercy to go against invading my daily God Given US Constitutional Rights, in having a Decent and Private Life. My only option left seems to once again "set sail again" or to choose re-enlistment, on a course for WAR in the Middle East Country, of Afghanistan.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Sacrifice is the Price for Privacy!

2009-11-29T18:57:00.000-08:00

It is just remarkably cruel how people can be at church these days; in the pews behind me are they just have no sense of decency to keep their silly and no less sharply cruel comments to themselves. I would expect a much more noble and civil behavior from fellow christians, or church members at sunday services.

So there is not a day that goes by that I pray and dwell on when, or how I am supposed earn or gain back my US Constitutional Rights to Privacy. Than I realized that in order for me to demand my US Constitutional Rights, it won't be granted to me in the US Judicial Court of Law, but on the battle field during a time of WAR, risking my very life in sacrifice for others Americans to continue to have their US Constitutional Rights to Privacy.

There is no better time for me to Kill an Army of Islamic Muslim Terrorists, that despises the United States and all its Constitutional Freedoms it has to offer we Americans, or We the Republic. Hence, to prove my worth by defending our United States National Security, and We the Republic Constitutional Rights, it is in return that I deservingly would than earn back my very own, US Constitutional Private Life. I would than have the Right, to live without anyone in my private residential home, or at Sunday Church Services, or at Social Events, or Family Holidays Parties to laugh at me. For them not have the Audacity to ever make fun, or make a mockery of me because my daily private life is no different than a Stag in wilderness on the loose, for all world to watch, and monitor as they so well pleased. Non of that non sense should exist in the future, when I again serve with zealousness and honor to protect We the Republic of the United States of America, and the very US Constitutional Freedoms that our Country deems very proud in having preserved, and perpetuated in everlasting righteousness.

I long for that day in the future when I will have my own Private Property, an adorable family of my own: to love, care for and support with ambition, a hard work ethic, wit, intelligence and financial security. Also having a network of family and friends, that treats me with decency and respect that comes over time well earned. To also live with dignity that will replace any, or all past shameful misinterpretations, or betrayed humiliations as well.

Re-enlisting into the US Armed Forces such as the US ARMY, is the first step to all of this becoming a reality! It's entirely due to my strong belief that there have been an enormous enough evidence submitted to the FEDS, the PUBLIC and to my FAMILY that would considerably convince them without a single iota of doubt, that I have been with whom I've stated that I've been, all along and that my identity should not have been in question at all by now. But unfortunately, it just isn't so, nor will it ever be sufficient enough evidence for the FEDS, the PUBLIC nor my FAMILY. Unless, I put my life at major risk to fight against the very enemies, terrorists and criminal that I'm mis-accused of being; all this must be done in the sight of the FEDS, the PUBLiC and My own FAMILY in due time.

I seem to have no other choice but to believe, that by way of committing myself learning to have the extraordinary ability to act with true patriotism, valor, courage, honor and duty to my serve and protect my Country. A Country, on the contrary in so many peoples minds, believe I lack. That while fighting alongside my fellow US Army Soldiers in the heat of a future battle, during this time of WAR, undoubtedly sacrificing my life to keep our Country Strong, Safe and Free. That I will than, and only than be give my identity as a true American, with the United States as being my Country, or that I only have than proven that it has been my Country all along; even as US National, born in American Samoa, on December 1, 1969.

I continued to pray for direction in resolving the lack of my United States Constitutional Right to Privacy for years. Now I have been given a dutiful resolution to carry out what should be judicial steps to earn back what is my God given US Constitutional Right, to Privacy. That will eventually be bestowed unto me by God, and in His time and His alone, while I am US Army Soldier serving in the heat of battle, during this time that United States of America is still at WAR in the Middle East.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

P.S. I would rather work under our current Commander and Chief, United States President Obama Barrack, rather than the former George Bush Presidential Administration, that was completely corrupt.

Re-enlistment! !

2009-11-25T00:36:00.000-08:00

My visit to the United States Army Recruiter's office was not a failure, but surely a possibility for another opportunity to Serve and Protect our Country, both Foreign and Domestic. My sincere desire to re-enlist back into the US Armed Forces is frankly the only way I know of in gaining back my United States Constitutional, 4th Amendment Right to secure all of my Papers, and within the security of my private home! Nonetheless are the heightened threats to our US National Security, as well as the downturn with our National Economy, which has now altered and reinforced my view, that it's a prime time to capitalize and be of useful service to our Country, the United States of America, and We the Republic.

I just need to have a couple of formal written documents from my VA Physicians, that waives any VA Service Connection Injury impediments. These Physician Letters would signify that both my Physical Capabilities, and my Mental Health Stability thus qualifies, and deems me "Fit For Duty," before reporting to my US Army Recruit Training Command.

I look forward to seeing my VA Mental Health Physician at the end of this month, or next week, while my VA Back and Neck Clinic Physician is scheduled to see me by Mid-December, 2009. My VA Physical Therapist that I had spoken with today, states that I am shouldn't vary from what I have been doing in regards to strengthening and stretching my lower back service connection injury, and that I should continue on with my exercise regiment in a wise, and safe manner.

I believe that it's ideal for me to make plans for finalize or confirm my re-enlistment into the US ARMY once this Holiday Season is over. Therefore, if everything goes well I should look forward to leaving for Army Boot Camp Training early next year, 2010.

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

Privacy over Popularity!

2009-11-17T19:45:00.000-08:00

Popularity brings on unjust cost of major misinterpretations from the public who wants to relentlessly market the worst in me.

It's an athlete's worst nightmare to have a passion for a sport and than to go out to prepare, practice, produce productive results that one should be proud of, but with the undue cost of having such sincere efforts come with the burden of distaste and mistrust from the immediate world around them. Take for example the likes of the media, fans, athletes or coaches that can see me engaged in a sport, than accuse me with having the sole intention to participate in any sport, just so that it may lead me to some pocket book of some professional athlete or coach, given my unfortunate predicament to live in a overexposed, or highly popularized life.

A simple game of catch with a baseball, weight training, working on simple blocking techniques for football, working on my chipping game in golf, shooting baskets, running a few miles, Tae Kwon Do Kicking Practice, a game of playing volleyball with friends or family during an afternoon picnic, can all be ruined with vile condemning remarks, or an undeserved curse against me, by all of my doubtful skeptics that I can never seem to be rid of.

My popularity does me no justice, does me no peace, it can bring tremendous mistrust, sarcasm and lonesomeness! I've been job hunting for years now, and no one seems to have any interest in my resume thus far. For me to have an interest in working in the sports industry apparently brings envious baggage from skeptics I can't ever evade since my last steady job in sports and fitness. With me earning a living, it is probably the only means that others will dismiss any so called hidden pretenses to covet others within our global sports industry. I've had a passion to work in the sports industry, specifically in the sports administration or sports management field, since I attended University of Washington as an undergraduate student back in 1994-1997. I've made several attempts to become Certified as an Sports Administrator, or a gain a Masters Degree specializing in Sports Administration or Sports Management through the University of Washington's Extension Program, The United States Sports Academy, and two other Institutions.

However, the FEDS, Faculty Members and most of the Public found it peculiar and suspicious as to why I wanted to pursue another Masters Degree when I already had a Masters in Business Administration (MBA) from Capella University, attained in 2005. Well, this academic endeavor was in the midst of cynics and skeptics who have been already questioning the actual integral honesty of my entire past Educational and Professional background that existed up to that point, in 2005, such as being an: McKinley High School Alumni, United States Navy Veteran, Columbia College and University of Washington Alumni, etc...

Thus, all of my efforts to gain a Masters Degree or Certification in Sports Administration/Sports Management was REJECTED AND SABOTAGED by the FEDS, Faculty Members and the Public. An unfortunate wasted effort, beyond my control! I still have the strong desire to work in the Sports Industry if given an opportunity both now and in the future; this interest however excludes any position offered to me in sales.

Such unfair and mistaken scrutiny, eventually landed me in the PhD. Program for Industrial Organizational Psychology at my former Educational Institution, Capella University back in 2007. That, which I no longer want any part of, due to my mental burn out from the scandalous betrayal of any confidentiality with all of my posted assignments online while being part of Capella University's Student Body. The continuity of public mockery and insults over my so called scholarly assignments posted online since 2003, had culminated in me becoming sick with symptoms of continuous depression, nausea, headaches and a complete disgust against the FEDS influence over the Capella University's Falculty that I no longer can bear to academically work under any longer. It is from Capella University's obvious neglect to their ethical and moral obligation to keep my assignments confidential from the public's viewing. If not Capella University, than our US Governmental Department of Education to reinforce policies that prevents a garner of all confidentiality to my online work assignments posted in our virtual course rooms, where all other Capella University Learners since 2003, had been granted their Privacy and Protections. I've grown literally ill from such unjust, and unconstitutional non-sense!

I've been thinking about volunteering my services in the US Military once again, even at the age of 40. Can I beat the inevitably great odds? My Privacy, over Popularity would allow me to engage in sports without anyone knowing, thus avoiding mistaken envious judgment from others, who so happen to despise me, possibly due to my Ethnic Culture, Race, Religion or Creed. It's a pathetic, confused and cruel world that we live in, with many whom deem themselves deserving to steal all of my decency and dignity that is within my constitutional rights to Privacy. Moreover, sadly enough my popularity continuously compels to challenge every residual ounce of my will power, to cease carrying on with any sport that I just simply enjoy playing, over and above any misinterpretations to covet others in a selfish manner within our Sports Industry. With all of that said, It also helps to avoid tv!

To Prevail in Private, is far better than Popularity!

Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan

(2 Corinthians 4:5-12)

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