Author: Emma Ruth

Dearest Mr. Keanu Reeves

Hello there, Sir. You’ve been a wonderful ‘asset’ to me for the last 6 years. Using you and your notable characters have assisted me quite considerably. I don’t think you and I actually formally met. However, if it still matters, concerning you, I am always Team Sandy. it was because of Kim, your other girlfriend, things didn’t work out with Sandy.

I have a daughter with a “John Wick”. But then again I have about 30 to 31 kiddos with 15 or so former boyfriends.

I would like to leave to World Trade, Mr. Keanu Reeves. Nice quotes, but can you possibly lend support for me, my brother, and my Dad to finally return to the world I am from, Good Sir.

Yes, I am interested in John Wick. We don’t think that’s you though. But as you can see, Sir. I plan to spend considerable time with my Father who I haven’t seen since I am 4 years old and my Mother whom I never knew and is married to one of your cousins, Mr. Keanu Reeves.

And yes, spend time with my wuvvies. That is something I look forward to, Good Sir.

~emma ruth

THE Emma Ruth

I am THE. I am the eldest. It’s MY Father. MY Mother. And I’m actually World Trade. None of the others wanting to use my name, including Rundell, is from World Trade. And that was never her name either.

I will always be THE, no matter who challenges me. I will win each and every time.

I will consider allowing younger generations to use my name but never with Zerna, Serna, Allaire and all derivatives, and most certainly you will never be a Concepcion. Just so that we’re clear.

I am not interested in being friends with the younger generations, especially after many of you stabbed a senior like me in the back multiple times and left for me dead. I had to fight for my life and my identity and I will NEVER trust anyone under 50 ever again. You lost my trust, but perhaps you can gain my good will. But you will never be trusted again. I’m staying with my generation and only with those who didn’t stab me in the back and leave me for dead.

I am an Academy Instructor and I make sure you learn critical thinking skills. But not because I like you, because usually I don’t, but because of DUTY and being Academy. It isn’t personal what I do for others. It’s for the Good Lord and those who keep Him in check.

Don’t ever think I’m kind because I’m not. I dislike younger generations tryna to push seniors around, especially me. I’ll never forget what you did to my Mother. But that’s on you and not me. One day many of you will learn lessons because you will be my age one day perhaps.

I’m not your Nanny any more. I have kiddos of my own. I will not be used by younger generations just because they’re younger. My response: It’s because we’re older and smarter. And always will be ahead of you in line.

Always. Don’t forget that. But because you abuse seniors, I know you’ll even abuse kiddos younger than you and your own parents. Abusers are like that. They abuse whoever they can get away with it.

But if you ever try to abuse me again, I’ll smack you around. How? By expelling you from the Academy. And losing complete interest in you. Blocking, ignoring, and banning.

Yes, I am aware of Rundell, the 36 year old, the 26 year old, the 24 year old, and even a 16 year old. I am aware that one of the Lisse’s had been tryna to use my name. And I know about the fakes in Latin America. And I even know Tara Jean was tryna to use my name and be me too.

It was never any of their names. And not a single one is from World Trade or has my Father or my Mother. So the issue is MOOT.

But I will consider allowing an ER in every generation, but only I go as Emma Ruth. You’ll have to be some kind of Rundell. And you’ll never be a Concepcion.

Goodnite.

~emma ruth

US Army Ranger – RASP – Ranger Assessment & Selection Program

I never heard of this until now and Imma gonna be 53 in a few months. A bit slow on the uptake. YA THINK?

The Army is my Mom’s side of the family. My Lolo Cinte is an army veteran of both the PI and US. He saw active combat.

My cousin-brother Tony would make a great US Army Ranger. If not him any more, then his son, Ryan.

Merchant Marines and Navy is on my Dad’s side.

*salute*

~emma ruth

Micronesia by Jude Rigby 42 @deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/jude-rigby42/art/Micronesia-1136826919

© Jude Rigby 42

“Micronesia”

I forgot to fav. this art piece today. I’ll do that tomorrow. Just remembered about it now. From an incredible artist – Jude Rigby 42. Really enjoy this artist’s incredible artistry. Check it out.

Greetings Micronesia. Just gorgeous there. *love and light*

~emma ruth

Tru Dat

Yes, since 2015 I’ve been working on myself, by myself, and in the good care of doctors, nurse practitioners, and sometimes therapists. I did a lot of the inner work that I needed to do… albeit, a long time ago. I cried, I struggled, I examined and re-examined traumatic scenes and I healed and I grew stronger. I grew braver. I found my voice in the midst of chaos and upheaval and a verra unkind and cold environs.

I don’t think I’m bipolar anymore. Or now it’s just dormant. But when I get to World Trade, I won’t need to rely on medication to stabilize my moods. I re-learned how to do it naturally. By reprogramming my own mind and getting rid of a lot of toxic and harmful programming. By learning how to block, ignore, ban, and delete. I learned self-care. I learned to be good to myself especially when there were those who were uncaring.

I learned that I was a fool to think the ways I used to especially around the time I was diagnosed in the early 2000s. I learned that I wasn’t able to see as I am now able to see now. I learned to embrace my rage in private and work through the pain and anger in private so as not to ever take it out on anyone else.

I tried to be an inspirational story for others going through difficulties and challenges similar to mine. I gained better critical thinking skills. I started to learn what love is truly about and that I never really understood it.

So when I’m finally where I need to be, I will never take another precious moment for granted with true friends and family who actually care about me.

I was blind. I was mute. I was deaf. Tasteless. Unfeeling. I had to start at ground zero and build myself back up and re-learn all my senses. And in the process, I gained other senses… senses we need… like a moral barometer.
I realize what I did wrong. I realize what I failed to do or what I shouldn’t have done. I learned to not make excuses for it. But to know that even my own record is not unblemished.

I dunno if I’ll be the angel I once was again, but now that I have a daughter, I will make sure she can avoid the mistakes I made and do it better. And maybe younger kiddos who know my story can avoid my pitfalls and not only do it as good as me, but at least one better.

I learned that not everyone or everything needs a response. I learned how to remain silent. Because silence is rarely misinterpreted. I learned restraint. And I learned how to laugh at my own numerous human failings.

And I’m glad that I believe in Him/Good Lord/Allah. I’m glad that my Mama made sure He was always in my life, even after she dies in 2018. One of the best gifts you can give your own kiddos, is ‘faith.’

~emma ruth