Monday, October 31, 2011

What Is More Scary Than Halloween?


Becoming homeless!

Quote take from Rev. John Sobiech at HomelessRHumans


I woke up early with such a bad migraine I have no idea how cold it was. It seemed to turn into such a beautiful day so fast.

No matter how much I tried today, the migraine was not only staying, but growing worse despite the medication I took before sunrise. Not until 5.pm was I able to get out of bed and do anything constructive. But I really don't feel very well at all.
Starting Wednesday two cold fronts are due to arrive in New Mexico, one right after the other. The warnings are for a severe drop in temperatures. Lord help us.

Someone sent me the latest NLCHP publication:

Opening The Door To The Human Rights To Housing.

Over the course of 2010 and early 2011, an extraordinary series of events opened the door to discussion about housing as a human right in the United States. The Universal Periodic Review (Review) began with a nationwide consultation process involving thousands of community participants and culminated in an international review of human rights in the United States in Geneva in November. At this review, the Department of Housing & Urban Development (HUD) affirmed for the first time the relevance of an international human rights mechanism to its role in setting domestic housing policy. Five months later, again for the first time, the State Department, in consultation with HUD, supported recommendations on affordable housing and protecting the rights of homeless persons, among others, in response to the Review. The following week, the State Department announced a re-embrace of economic and social rights, including the right to housing, after seventy years of treating them as second-class rights.

While the reality for the millions of Americans facing foreclosure, eviction, or homelessness remains grim, these policy statements are more than rhetorical changes. They reflect a recognition that the right to housing, based in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and the International Covenant on Economic, Social, and Cultural Rights, is relevant to domestic issues ranging from our response to the foreclosure crisis to the criminalization of homelessness. A growing movement for the human right to housing made up of lawyers and grassroots advocates worked for this recognition as the groundwork for a new kind of housing policy, one based in our obligations to realize housing as a basic human right.

Here we look at the successes for the right to housing in our nation's first ever Review in the context of this growing movement. In each section we first briefly discuss the steps of the Review process and then detail the way housing and human rights groups strategically used each step for our advocacy. We also discuss the outcomes of the process and analyze the government's involvement. We conclude by presenting opportunities for future advocacy to move us closer to realizing the human right to housing in the United States.

http://www.nlchp.org/view_report.cfm?id=365

There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's hom
e. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked f
or a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially bro
ke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Compassion is more important than intellect in calling forth the love that the work of peace needs, and intuition can often be a far more powerful searchlight than cold reason.~ Betty Williams

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Where There Is Smoke.. There Is Fire

These are horrendously cold nights and I welcome Rio and Gracie snuggling up to me. Their body heat is a life saver during the bitter night.
The east coast are really taking a beating and my heart simply aches for those who have lost their homes and are homeless in these regions.
Yesterday afternoon turned into such a gorgeous day that I managed to get quite a few errands done, but I still have not managed to get the documentation for the riding program together. It's so dark and cold in the shed that even when the weather goes into warmer temperatures outside I don't feel it in here. Staying at the computer doing research work is an uncomfortable frozen misery .
Today, like yesterday, turned into a very pretty day.
We are approaching the holiday season... a season I have grown to detest in the past 3+ years. It's difficult to face such a festive season when you are homeless. I am fortunate not to be in a town or city. I can't imagine what the homeless do when they are surrounded with people getting ready for the holidays we essentially associate with home and family. It literally rips my heart out of my chest, and I know that others feel the same.

Before noon smoke started bellowing out of the shed, and I am glad that I wasn't running errands when the fire started. It would have been an absolute disaster.

I only have two serviceable wall sockets. The electrical wiring came in on the ark, and all light fixtures stopped working years ago. I don't know if the squirrels or other wildlife chewed through all the wiring... but for whatever reason there isn't a working light fixture in this shed.

The two wall sockets are "iffy" at best. If I try to use, for example, an electric heater it not only blows out ALL the electricity in the shed, but in the main house also. If I try to use a microwave while the drier in the house is being used... it trips the switch and blows out the entire lot.

Trying to find a source of electricity I resorted to using extension cords, with multiple plug fixtures. Extension cords are really not safe for permanent use and today one set on fire. It isn't the first time, but it is the first time sparks set adjacent material on fire ~ and it scared the living daylights out of me.
Thankfully while I tried to disconnect the cords the circuit breaker tripped and all electricity was shut off well before I managed to get the fire extinguished.

I spent most of the afternoon trying to get the thick smoke out of the shed. An electrical fire, even when other combustibles burned as well, leaves such a horrible smell. And I spent considerable time seeking a way to keep an electric source available. If I had too many electric cords in this shed before today, it was nothing like I have now. Just trying to survive and manage to tread water homeless is total insanity.

I don't want to live like an animal. I don't want this anymore. I'm exhausted and depressed about a life that has become intolerably cruel and unforgiving. The price of greed and a criminal mind is far too high.
Someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins. I, like those victims who came before me, have been dragged through a living hell and I simply beg for your mercy. I can't obtain a home until Robert Huckins returns the money he stole from us that was to buy a home. Had he given the money back when he promised the white collar crime investigators I wouldn't be making this plea today. Had he never stolen any money I wouldn't be making this plea today. But he pushes the abuse and torment to an extent where no alternatives are offered. I am homeless and I want to see my mum and return to my career, so I won't stop asking if I have to ask every single day until I die. Robert Huckins gave no-one an alternative, so I plead with sincerity for your mercy. It cost me $140,000 to have NO home - be homeless - just to satisfy the greed and criminal behavior of Robert Huckins..

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...

He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...

And his freedom.


I have NOTHING but the continual cruel
ty and torment of being homeless.
Grace means more than gifts. In grace something is transcended, once and for all overcome. Grace happens in spite of something; it happens in spite of separateness and alienation. Grace means that life is once again united with life, self is reconciled with self. Grace means accepting the abandoned one. Grace transforms fate into a meaningful vocation. It transforms guilt to trust and courage. The word grace has something triumphant in it.~Yrjo Kallinen

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Failing To See The Funny

I wish I wasn't THIS ill.

To have the health I had 3 years ago would be a blessing beyond description. As the night time temperatures dropped into the 20's I am having a hard time functioning because I am in so much pain.
The coughing, sneezing that started at the onset of this cold spell has gone into my lungs. For two winters I have had pneumonia so bad I could barely breath. The homeopathic drops for mold, mildew and dust that I purchased last week don't seem to doing much of anything.
The Bassel-Hagens disease is causing multiple problems. My body simply cannot function in these temperatures, and the migraine is just driving me insane. It will leave, then come back in force. It's like a hammer waiting to keep knocking me off my feet. I can't believe that emotional and physical stress can cause THIS much damage.
The last 3 years has given me a whole new insight into what
homelessness means, and what it can do to a human being. The emotional denigration is almost insignificant alongside the slow but painfully physical destruction.
This morning, before sunrise, I had to get in the truck for an hour just to get my body warmed up. My hands, shoulders, hips, spine and ankles felt like they were frozen in place. So painful. And the weather forecast for the next week isn't that optimistic.. another cold front may bring in continued bitter cold conditions.

Robert Huckins has mocked his victims, made fun of their predicament. It's an annoying trait, but it's one he seems to take pleasure from. I am having a difficult time seeing the funny in his criminal escapades.

The minimum payment the 12th District courts allow has not arrived, even though it was court ordered to be paid on or before the 10th of each month. 19 days ago. Perhaps it got "lost in the mail." It may arrive today, it may arrive Monday...the reality is, it may not arrive at all.

The news that Jimmy Savile had died was sad news indeed. He was born and raised close to my home, and he exemplified all the humanitarian kindness God instills in those with compassionate hearts. He leaves a void hard to fill.. and I know my mother will be heartbroken.

Sir Jimmy Savile, best known for his TV series Jim'll Fix It, has died at his home in Leeds.

The veteran broadcaster and charity campaigner, known for his penchant for lurid tracksuits, chunky gold jewellery, tinted glasses and cigars, was 84. He would have celebrated his 85th birthday on Monday.

Police were called to his home in Roundhay, Leeds, at 12.10pm on Saturday, where they discovered his body. His death is not being treated as suspicious.

He was admitted to hospital suffering from a bout of pneumonia in September.

Born in Leeds in 1926, the youngest of seven children, Savile enjoyed a long and colourful career in showbusiness, which included dancehall manager, Britain's first celebrity DJ, book reviewer and Top of the Pops presenter. He was also a Mensa member, marathon runner, cycle racer, miner and wrestler.

The white-maned star presented the first episode of Top Of The Pops, but he was most widely known as the fixer of childhood dreams through his 1970s TV show. Thousands of children wrote to him in the hope of having their wishes granted.

His catchphrases, including "Howzabout that then" and "Now then, now then..." were parodied by impressionists.

Savile was knighted for his services to charity, having raised £40m for good causes, including £12m to help create a spinal injuries unit at Stoke Mandeville hospital in Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire.,

He was also a staunch supporter of Margaret Thatcher and claimed he spent 11 successive New Years with the former prime minister at Chequers.

BBC director general, Mark Thompson, said: "I am very sad to hear of Sir Jimmy Savile's death.

"From Top of the Pops to Jim'll Fix It, Jimmy's unique style entertained generations of BBC audiences. Like millions of viewers and listeners we shall miss him greatly."

Former colleague Dave Lee Travis told Sky News Savile was a "larger-than-life" character. "We are all going to be worse off without him around," he said.

Radio presenter David Hamilton paid tribute to Savile's "tireless" work raising money for charity. "He was a very energetic character," Hamilton told Sky News. "But most of all, I remember him as just a totally flamboyant, over-the-top, larger-than-life character and as he was on the air, he was just the same off."

Broadcaster Stuart Hall told BBC Radio 5 Live Savile was "unique" but "a loner". "He had lots of imitators, the one and only Jimmy Savile."

Former radio colleague Tony Blackburn remembered Savile's "big, over-the-top personality". "He was quite a character," Blackburn told Sky News. "I think he will be best remembered for his charity work and, you know, those tracksuits he always used to wear, and he was just an unusual person.

"He was a one-off, that's the way he'll be remembered, really. But in particular all that money he raised for charity."

A spokeswoman for Buckinghamshire healthcare NHS trust, which runs Stoke Mandeville Hospital, said: "We are incredibly saddened to learn that Sir Jimmy Savile has passed away. Sir Jimmy has been a great supporter of Stoke Mandeville Hospital for a number of decades. He was tireless in his attempts to fundraise for the hospital and was integral in the creation of the National Spinal Injuries Centre that we have today.

"Sir Jimmy will be sorely missed by staff and patients alike."


http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2011/oct/29/jimmy-savile-dies-aged-84?CMP=twt_fdwas

The article pertaining to the electricity free lighting really interested me. Without a home or barn it's very difficult to visualize how this type of lighting could be used. It's so dark in this shed I'd welcome it here.. but this isn't my shed.. it belongs to an investment company and I fear they would object to my cutting holes in the roof.
Still, it's a very interesting concept.
Plastic bottles filled with water and bleach can light up a house!

This innovative idea can be found in the city of Manila in the Philippines, where MIT students have come up with an ingenious solution for lighting up homes without electricity. A 1 liter plastic bottle filled with water and placed through a hole in a metal roof can redirect sunlight to efficiently light up the inside of a building (the bleach just keeps the water free from bacteria, so that the water stays clear). An organization called Isang Litrong Liwanag (which means “A Liter of Light”) has already installed over 10,000 of these new “light bulbs” in homes across Manila as part of the Solar Bottle Project.
http://inhabitat.com/mit-students-install-10000-revolutionary-solar-bottle-lamps-in-manila-slums
It turned into a beautiful day so I took the day off work to try to figure out how to get through the upcoming cold weather. And, what can be done in a deep recession to make enough money to obtain a home...
I suspect that robbing banks isn't an option, but we all see what penalties are given to convicted felons.There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's hom
e. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked f
or a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially bro
ke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Look to your health and value it next to a good conscience; for health is ... a blessing that money cannot buy.~ Izaak Walton

Friday, October 28, 2011

Extreme Lifestyle

Is what you end up with when you cannot afford TWO homes. One to live in... one to support a criminal. It may be extreme, unbearably miserable, but it's certainly not much of an adventure.

It was still in the upper 20's when I woke up this morning but it was still that "bitter" cold that is impossible to get away from. The mountains were covered with icy fog. A dense and dismal scenario before sunrise. Hopefully we will move into a warming period very soon, but it won't be soon enough for me.
I managed to get through the night by wearing ski gear, but the bone tumors are causing me a lot of pain, and the lousy migraine is throbbing away not increasing, but not wanting to disappear either. I woke up frozen. Frozen right to the core.

This is a simply terrifying situation. A criminal has your home, he has his own home.. and you can't afford and have no means to finance a second home. There is no end to the hardship, the sheer cruelty, and no hope in the distance.

If I wanted the perfect Halloween costume "frozen homeless woman" would need no pretense or exaggeration. I covered the floor of the shed with dirty clothes trying to stop the cold and damp from coming through the foundation, but you can't do much to make a shed into a liveable accommodation. Especially when it's temporary and your home, family and work should be miles away.
Yesterday I spent an hour or so talking to some Christian horse people, which was thoroughly enjoyable. I was invited, and accepted, their offer to join them in bible study next week.

This afternoon turned into such a pretty day. I had to run errands for my boss so I picked up some blankets for myself. Prayerfully we won't see anymore now for a few weeks, though I would not complain if we see no snow all winter.

Twitter is still amazing me. The people and organizations who twitter are altruistic, compassionate and caring motivators. From homelessness, judicial injustices, social injustices, families, woman's protection, human rights, civil rights, social rights you can join forces with hundreds of thousands of people. I have been on Facebook for a lot of years, http://www.facebook.com/Horsewoman777 and have found it incredibly useful. But it is nowhere close to *Twitter for activism. Twitter is a simply wonderful form of connecting with activists and the media and I am blessed to have found all the groups and individuals I have.

There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's hom
e. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a hist
ory of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.He who sacrifices his conscience to ambition burns a picture to obtain the ashes. ~ Chinese Proverbs

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Frozen Misery

I woke up at 2 am with a shocking migraine. Not the type that causes vision problems, but the type that comes with that awful nausea. I am so ill. Three years of these migraines is making me wonder if I will ever be healthy ever again.

The cold, damp temperature was really bad. Cold enough to go right to the bone and I could neither go back to sleep nor stop shivering, so I quickly started putting on ski gear trying to find a way to retain some body warmth. Yet the migraine intensified despite taking medication and by 5 am I had no choice but to go back to bed and try to find some relief.

By 7.30 am I was able to control the migraine enough to find my legs and trying to find out why the bitter cold felt relentless I walked outside to see....snow falling...

http://www.ruidosowebcam.com

Lord, I can't handle snow this early. I can't handle it at all this winter. All I have asked to do is be able to walk into my own home, a comfortable warm home. The home I bought and paid for. The home I diligently fought to protect.

Yet I am again sat outside.. in the snow.I forgot that Gracie had never seen snow before and I watched her leap around in delight at this strange white stuff under her feet, and falling from the sky. I am so glad that she was having such a good time because I couldn't share her enthusiasm.

By 9 am it became obvious that the snow wasn't going to stop falling, at least not in the near future. This level of cold, for such long periods of time, is unbelievably hard on a person. When you can get part of your body warm, the other parts start to freeze. It's a constant fight trying to keep from freezing.

What on earth do I have to do to get these people to give back the stolen building fund? How can people be THIS inhumane?

Before noon I went to Ruidoso to run some errands ~ and take the opportunity to feel the comfortable warmth inside the truck. 2 hours inside the cab was simply wonderful. It made me almost feel like a human being instead of a waif and stray.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the Lazy J, trying to catch a mare who didn't want to be caught. 60 acres is far too spacious for one mare, in an entire herd, who has decided that being caught is not on the agenda today. After 3 hours we gave up. Perhaps tomorrow she will have a change of heart.

At least the snow has melted but this bitter cold damp is so uncomfortable as sun fell I sat in the shed shivering cold questioning how I can face another winter of this.

In fact, I am questioning a lot. How people can sit and watch this happening over and over again for over a decade. Ignoring the pain and suffering one man is causing. I'm questioning moral fortitude, conscience, value's ..... and much much more.
Again I am simply begging anyone who may have the power to intervene, yet I don't know whom that may be. Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie, Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins, Malcolm Huckins. Your brother, cousin, son stole our building fund. I contact you because I am desperate enough to try and locate anyone who would help me retrieve the building fund your cousin, brother, son stole.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylvi Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to
build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domes
tic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.

I don't understand how this family stood by and watched so many women being victimized. I honestly and truly try to u
nderstand.. but I don't.
How could anyone sit and watch this happen to women who didn't have other resources? The level of cruelty is
incomprehensible.

I had to investigate myself. I had to stop work and do all of the leg work myself because no-one was going to help me. It cost an absolute small fortune to get any type of justice. But the justi
ce was not going to give myself and my mother a home. Yet the only thing I want is what we bought and paid for.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

I am simply begging you to make Robert Huckins return our stolen building fund in one lump sum so we can try to recover our lives, see my mother, and live in a home like you all do. Like Robert and Sylve Huckins does. Nothing more. Nothing less. Physically and emotionally I simply cannot withstand any more of this abuse. I am too ill and the stress of being homeless is killing me. I pray you will have mercy upon us. You are my only hope, and I am desperate enough to keep begging. Literally on my knee's begging.
"I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details." ~ Albert Einstein

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Unjust Deserts

If it's 65 degree's today I wouldn't know. I can't quite figure out if it's warm, cold, or just one of those days when it changes every 5 minutes. Probably because of the wind. It FEELS like snow is in the air. As I looked up at the Sierra Blanca I wondered if snow had fallen on the peak, but it was the reflection of the sun, not snow. If I wake up tomorrow and see a white peak I would not be the least surprised.

The day started out not exactly cloudy, but there is enough cloud cover to make winter feel far too real for comfort. By late afternoon the serious storm clouds appeared over the Sierra Blanca, and it lightly started to rain. But as daylight dimmed the thunder rolled, the wind whipped up and it become obvious that I am facing a cold, damp and very wet night.
Please Lord, don't let it snow.
It is thoroughly amazing that I am sat in a shed waiting for snow to fall going into the fourth year . My boss say's that as you grow older you lose your "moxy." He's right. You simply don't have the energy as you had when you were young. And again ~ he asked if I ever felt that life isn't worth living.

Being asked once is a wee bit strange, being asked twice in the same week?

Perhaps these are the consequences of the unjust desert of criminal activity.

I am aware that jogging pants and a sweat suit top replaced the clothes I used to wear 3 years ago. Because staying clean inside a moldy, mildewed shed is too difficult. The pressed jeans and polished riding boots don't "fit" into the lifestyle I have been forced into.
"Dirty" is the fashion for the average homeless person, no matter how hard we try otherwise.

It should become clearly evident that my well kept hair style has been replaced by a quick fix pony tail. Mirrors, curling irons, heated rollers don't exactly belong in a tool shed adjacent to a tack room.

My walk doesn't have the "bounce" it once did. I don't smile half as much as I used to. In fact, I don't think I smile at all. Try having your home pilfered, sleep outside a few nights, let alone years, and see how much YOU smile.

I'm in physical pain, and the emotional pain of never seeing my mother ever again and not getting my career back is a weight so heavy to bear I often don't think I can take another step, let alone live another day.

The reality that I can't get into a home until the stolen money is returned doesn't give me much hope...

But if my boss asks me if I want to live one more time, any shred of self respect may be tossed out of the window - if I had a pot or window to use for the purpose.



The little APHA gelding came back from Roswell early this morning and was picked up before 2.30 pm. He had been sold while in transit and the new owners came to pick him up.
I'd never make a horse trader. Where a horse goes, whom is going to be caring for it. How secure it is, what kindness it receives and how honest a transaction has been means more to me than making a buck. Always has. It's hard enough, emotionally, liquidating established facilities.

There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers f
ootsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history
of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.

If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.~ Abraham Lincoln

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Drowning Man Is Not Troubled By Rain

Another night of fighting a violent migraine left me a bit dazed this morning. I tried to get out of bed at 5 am, but I was too ill to remain on my feet. After taking medication I went back to bed, not waking up until 7 am. The medication eased the pain enough to let me barely function, but I ended up taking more trying to eradicate the migraine.
When I lay in bed in excruciating pain I literally pray to die because I just can't find a way to handle this stress that never ends, never ceases, in a situation growing worse by the day.

A half dozen deer came running up for breakfast, but I no sooner walked away than another 20 deer joined the original 6 and a war broke out. After breaking up the group into manageable numbers I watched a buck happily eating while a few doe looked on. He was in far better shape than the doe. and he seemed totally oblivious to the fact that hungry looked on while he ate.I couldn't help but reflect how humans can behave in the same fashion. We see those around us do better, but do we ever ask who had to do without so that they could have?

Robert & Sylve Huckins have a home.. but they never paid for it. Their victims paid for it. Bernie Maddoff lived a life of extravagance - yet he didn't pay for it. His victims paid for it.

We ask people to be altruistic, caring, have compassion. When we should be demanding honesty, honor-ability, moral character.

I waited for the little APHA gelding all day, and he never arrived, so I have no idea if I am supposed to go and pick him up and deliver him. While waiting I started contacting the riding programs around the state of NM we would like to emulate and I stopped dead in my track when someone passed along a twitter about a homeless father and his little girl.

There are some stories that simply break your heart - then motivate you to action. There is no reason why a little girl should experience the absolute devastation of homelessness: Of the feeling that they are not good enough to have a home. We ARE our brothers keeper no matter how the world may try to persuade us otherwise.

If I have learned anything in the past 3+ years, it's that homelessness truly hurts. Truly destroys. And we have a moral obligation to see the hurt in the eyes of others and not make excuses, make up lies, or turn away. We look, and we act!

Mike and his 6 year-old daughter Taylor live in a homeless shelter in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Mike was hurt at work and without income they lost everything.
http://invisiblepeople.tv/blog/2011/10/taylor-and-mike-single-dad-homeless-tulsa/

There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers f
ootsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history
of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Instead of saying that man is the creature of circumstance, it would be nearer the mark to say that man is the architect of circumstance. ~ Thomas
Carlyle

Monday, October 24, 2011

Monday, Monday

I woke up early but was so ill I phoned my boss and explained that I couldn't work today. I was so sick through the night, and didn't fall asleep until dawn. By 9 am I was back in bed, deathly ill and the day was too fabulous to be in bed so ill.

I phoned Jan before I went back to sleep to see how the horses traveled to their new home, and was thrilled to learn that it had been a more than peaceful and uneventful trip.
Not until 3 pm was the migraine under enough control and able to be up and around working. I had to get to Lawrence Brothers to pick up some things, get the mail, wash the windows and try to get as much done as possible. I bought some homeopathic drops to see if that would help stop my reaction to the mold, mildew and dust my body is being subjected to while trying to sleep in this shed.

The little paint gelding is being sent back as unsound, which shocked me because I half way expected No-Name to be returned as unsound well before now.


Someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins. I, like those victims who came before me, have been dragged through a living hell and I simply beg for your mercy. I can't obtain a home until Robert Huckins returns the money he stole from us that was to buy a home. Had he given the money back when he promised the white collar crime investigators I wouldn't be making this plea today. Had he never stolen any money I wouldn't be making this plea today. But he pushes the abuse and torment to an extent where no alternatives are offered. I am homeless and I want to see my mum and return to my career, so I won't stop asking if I have to ask every single day until I die. Robert Huckins gave no-one an alternative, so I plead with sincerity for your mercy. It cost us $140,000 to have NO home - be homeless - just to pad the pockets of Robert Huckins..

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...

And his freedom.


I have NOTHING but the continual cruel
ty and torment of being homeless.
So much attention is paid to the aggressive sins, such as violence and cruelty and greed with all their tragic effects, that too little attention is paid to the passive sins, such as apathy and laziness, which in the long run can have a more devastating effect.~Eleanor Roosevelt

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Not A Funday

It was 27 degree's and pitch black when I first went outside this morning. The world seemed to be sleeping but I had been so ill during the night that I had been awake for hours. You would think I would get used to this.. but it just get's harder and harder with each passing year.

I have been sneezing for days and the runny nose & congestion may be more of a result from the mold and mildew within this garden shed than the dropping temperature.

Right after daybreak the mule deer arrived begging for breakfast. I phoned Jan to check on how the horses en route to Lexington are doing, then set about trying to come up with a course of action to get a home on my land.
I really wanted it to be a day of "hope"... trying to explore any method not yet tried to get a home but it fell short right before noon when a blinding migraine shot across my eyes and I lost my vision.

This is twice in one week this has happened. It's the most awful feeling because so many symptoms hit you at once. You can't see, your stomach is churning, your head hurts, your eyes feel swollen sore. It takes every ounce of energy you have to crawl into bed and curl into a fetal position.
They are quick to arrive, and slow to get over.

I spent all day, a truly beautiful day, hidden beneath a sheet scared of moving, which went into a night from hell. For an hour window I managed to get out of bed long enough to chat with friends for 30 minutes, before the migraine hit me again.

My throat burned with the constant breathing mold and mildew. My stomach cramping with being tossed around by nervous action, and my head was violently hurting.

I don't understand this. Why would God leave me in such pain and torment. He could have stopped the Huckins from stealing our home. He could have made the Huckins return it. He could protect my health so I could try to recover what was lost.
I beg, literally beg, to be taken home. Death would be nothing short of a miracle. Yet more health problems and no resolve are what I get, when I am too physically weak to handle any more torment related to being homeless.
Someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us. I, like those victims who came before me, have been dragged through a living hell and I simply beg for your mercy.

I can't obtain a home until Robert Huckins retu
rns the money he stole from us that was to buy a home, and I can't remain homeless.

Had he given the money back when he promised the white collar crime investigators I wouldn't be making this plea today. Had he never stolen our building fund I wouldn't be making this plea today.

But he pushes the abuse and torment to an exten
t where no alternatives are offered.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

No women should be abused to this degree. I am homeless and I want to see my mum and return to my career, so I won't stop asking if I have to ask every single day until I die. Robert Huckins gave no-one an alternative, so I plead with sincerity for your mercy and intervention.
Some people confuse acceptance with apathy, but there's all the difference in the world. Apathy fails to distinguish between what can and what cannot be helped; acceptance makes that distinction. Apathy paralyzes the will-to-action; acceptance frees it by relieving it of impossible burdens.~Arthur Gordon

Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Asterisk

Still in the upper 20's, lower 30's during the early morning but a major cold front will be here by Wednesday. I am precariously sat wondering, and fearing, how cold this will become. Below freezing weather is not out of the realm of possibility. But today turned into a fabulous day, sunny and in the upper 60's, for which I was grateful.I needed to start getting ready for some seriously cold weather. I gave both dogs a bath and dip. I cleaned the truck, gathered the garbage up and washed clothes and bedclothes. Because once a cold front arrives those will no longer be possible.

Some of my blog pages have asterisk's on the heading. **Those pages** contain either testimonies, letters, documentation that was included in the court trail and/or investigation. Those are relevant pages in a grey world where black and white facts need to be established .
This is an explanation for those seeking information who don't want to read almost 400 daily entries. Just look for the asterisk's.
Even though I worked today, I didn't work the entire day but took the afternoon off to campaign for the homeless. There have been 981,926 completed foreclosures in the United States in 2011. The number of homeless is escalating beyond anyone's comprehension.

The more involved you become the more horrendous the sheer magnitude of the housing problem becomes clearly evident. And it's an uncomfortable, ugly, situation for all homeless are human beings with needs and desires. What a heartbreaking dilemma.

1 Tim. 6:17 Tell those who are rich not to be proud and not to trust in their money, which will soon be gone, but their pride and trust should be in the living God who always richly gives us all we need for our enjoyment.

1 Tim. 6:18 Tell them to use their money to do good. They should be rich in good works and should give happily to those in need, always being ready to share with others whatever God has given them.

1 Tim. 6:19 By doing this they will be storing up real treasure for themselves in heaven--it is the only safe investment for eternity! And they will be living a fruitful Christian life down here as well.

I don't want to sleep out in the cold tonight. I don't want to be dirty. I don't want to face homelessness day after day, week after week, year in, year out. But by 10 pm I was sat in 40 degree temperatures asking, "So WHY am I?" It certainly isn't for the lack of begging people to do the right thing....
Again I simply beg with heart and soul..
There has to be someone related to Robert &
Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none viol
ent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence
shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.


Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home
When planning for a year, plant corn. When planning for a decade, plant trees. When planning for life, educate people. ~Chinese Proverbs