I seek pardon, please forgive me for anything in me that may be contributing to the experience of someone entering the apartment stealing my writing compositions, art work, flipphone, my self-made orgonite amulet, documents containing personal identifying and medical information, intercepting the process of my receiving the inheritance my father left regardless of my having documentation to verify my identity, and installing nanny-cam smoke detectors to spy on my every move.
I am Cleaning with my THOUGHTS of how long am I expected to endure these illegal activities, harassment.
I am Cleaning with my EXPERIENCE OF being dismissed and ignored when reporting these things, and experiencing multiple brand new small appliances breaking to create financial strain from having to replace them, amongst other things intended to drain finances since their very stressful plots of eviction and employment termination thankfully fell through – of which I am grateful those two attempts flopped.
I seek your pardon, please forgive me for anything in me that is not Love.
I seek your pardon, please forgive me for anything in me that may be contributing to this experience.
I clean to make amends. Thank you.
