The last piece of Jesus’ Cloak, the Devils Cape
At eight years old i was in the backyard with my adopted brother when he pulled me aside to say that he carried the last piece of jesus’ cloak.
it was a blight red, soft, fuzzy cloth, square shaped, which he took out of his wallet .
it was dark outside , maybe about six pm, and this was almost twenty years ago.
im 26 now and that was when i was 8 so 18 years ago to be exact.
since that time my life has gone so haywire that on advice of my friend rochelle c., i decide to write it all down.
she said to me michelle, you should write a book, and so…
here is the start of my book, The devils cape.
and yes, it is available free on tumblr. in this economy these days, who wants to go to the bookstore anyway?
so yes ill make it in an interesting fashion.
well when i was 8—second grade—i was freaking smart, this lasted up until college at UC Irvine, well, i mean im smart now, but back then i was the smartest girl in my eight grade class, in the top 3, and in HS, top 50%. college rolled around and ya, still smart, 3.7 in my major of Studio Art, and about a 3.6 overall.
so how did a smart girl like me end up in such a currently lame ass situation?
well first let me address my situation.
Im 26 years old, unmarried, my sister is divorced and just had a baby, ive been with my boyfriend for 6 years, this past may 3, 2011, thanks smile, and well i live at home with my parentays (my own word for parents.. you will see throughout my blogs that i make up my own words too) on the verge of going insane because i cant seem to get a freaking break job wise.
K up to date? no not yet.
in the past 3 months, i have managed to land in various hospitals around orange county ca, been in santa ana county jail, got my license suspended based on my ill conditions of bipolar and narcolepsy, had a non-cardic heart attack because my boyfriend broke up with me (before, hopeful not anymore of these heartbreaks to come), what else—almost ran over my parents in full fledged mania due to instability of prescription medications and lack of sleep.
basically folk i feel as if my life is in the shits,
however, as my friend rochelle tells me, i should never feel alone.
but you know sometimes i do and sometimes i cant help how i feel and i just need to vent about my reality. not anyone else’s but mine.
and here is how the devils cape comes into play
well, when i was about 8-12 years old, my sister and i were severely molested and abused, also raped, by my older adopted brother Ryan.
to this very day, justice still has not been served.
supposedly, he was taken in by the army in an attempt to save his personal dignity,
well have i got words for you troops. one day he will surface and boy i have been waiting for the day that i hear a true apology for the inhumane things done to me and my sister.
i dont want to go into too much detail about the rapes but just know that it was bad:
three things:
1) i remember him staring at my ass while he humped the floor behind me, i stood on all fours, naked with my clothes off and finally got the courage to freaking kick him in the face after about 3 minutes of this torture, and he got a bloody nose.
2) when i was in 6th grade i asked my older sister if we could tell our parents what had been going on and she said “No, we don’t need to tell them”. and so i listened to her until three years later, when i was 15 she had a suicide attempt when i was a sophomore in high school. i didn’t end up finishing my 2nd year in high school because of it. nevertheless, i still graduated, with honors
3) why write now? well, i cant take it and i know that i can help myself and help others, if i let it all out.
i can’t do it alone, i can’t take the pain by myself and neither can me, my boyfriend, my sister, or my mom and dad.
and today this pledge is to bring back the prodigal son in the devils cape
so who was this guy really? well i grew up knowing him as my brother. and today i can still call him brother,
in truth it was like living with an Osama Bin Laden, a terrorist in the house,
yet over the years my heart filled with hate and overturned compassion back to hatred then to love.
to love one another, no matter what he is still my brother,
what it must be like to have no place to call home, always on the run, always on the move—he is in the army now, my dad hired a private investigator and tracked him in the army to afghanistan, lebanon, and germany.
Ryan if you are reading this now. fess up, while you still have the opportunity.. while you still can be redeemed for this long term hit-and-run tragedy.
for years now ive wanted to express my feelings, for years ive been bottled up, couped up, now it is my time to speak, now it is my time to
share with the world how my brother carries the last piece of the devils cape, also known here on earth at jesus’ cloak.
this my friend’s is a true story.
my brother is Osama Bin Laden,
and he is officially dead.
thank you for your time. May god bless and keep us safe
how is your brother Osama Bin Laden?
face changes michelle and forensic evidence led me to believe this is true, and you know what. i think it is true, why because i am psychic
and why, because i am chosen to tell people the story of how osama bin laden is a person too, and you know what, he was once my brother.
deep enough for you? i didn’t think so, i figured it out. take that AMERICA—
ha, she isn’t really beautiful at all is she
no not really. she isnt she is full of greed want and misery but you know what
this is heaven on earth.
and is heaven is now hell, and osama is dead,
the hell must be in the process of freezing over. and we as a people must know that i always always tell the truth.
