The lie stops here.
I am a mentally disabled person. I lost my fabulous brains in an instant, in 2012, at the hands of my provincial government. All my talents and gifts are wasted, my children lost their mom, I no longer contribute in the ways I used to. This swirling downward fall, seeming with my arms in the air, reaching out, in the roundness of the rabbit hole, which has been my life since then, are the longest and most horrid experiences I could ever imagine. They don’t end. It will be this way until my life is over. I will live another 40 years.
On the outside, you have glimpses of the person I was. It appears good to you. Until you begin talking to me.
And, then, you see.
And then, I see you. Seeing.
My brain is scrambled.
The victim, like me, that seems to have no recourse, lives like a troll under the bridge, fearing the results of future abuse by their victors.
Each person I knew and met since, and every agency I’ve asked for help from, has systematically turned their backs on me. Ridiculed me. I live as not many people do. I am a frontier survivor of the harshest environment - civilized, social humanity. I aim for 12 o'clock, I arrive at 10:15. I don’t know where the cross in the paths happen. For every rejection, every catastrophe I create, I remain unaware of the path I took which caused it. To have no control of one’s life is a very disheartening reality.
I am aware of most of the 100’s of catastrophes and most of the rejections I’ve been involved with. I can see that these incidents are my reality. I can see that my new reality has hurt many people. I am responsible. Here, although these failures are so huge, I wait for natural recourse. It is with my great natural instincts of survival that each of us is born with, that I remain resolute in my goal to recover and excel, again. God willing.
I have evidence that departments of my government are stalking me. I will move out of this province so that I can live without fear of them ‘trying to shut me up’ about the reckless decisions, actions and results they created to cause the end of my life as I knew it. I am aware of publishing this information. The only matter that this is published is so that all who read, will also see. Whoever is stalking me, already knows what happened, and sees everything I do. I am monitored.
I’m sharing what they and I already know. I am enlightening you.
My note to those who are stalking me is to look again at the words I said in one of your videos,
“I was born fighting.”
I began survival for my life as an infant. I am one of the most resilient beings there are. I will rise again. This will be transformed.
Energy will balance.
I enjoy painting, dancing, singing and writing. I make money selling other peoples’ product.
Loralie Nickel’s fascination and educated background of spatial relationships and visual lighting brings a distinctive form of visual perception and colour blending to her paintings. Schooled in physics, science, business, power engineering and visual communications, Loralie began painting as a means to express her lifelong passion for art and explore her distinctive and gifted visual abilities where she ranks and has been tested to be in the 99th percentile. Her methods characteristically involve capturing the right moments and images through her photography, then translating those images and moments to canvas.
Loralie has lived in small towns, large cities, and in the mountains around Western Canada and identifies herself the most with prairie landscapes. Her contemplative painting style is seen where she creates interpretations of Calgary’s skyline, the famous Burmis Tree, and her newly birthed Calgary Horse Series.
