Erik’s Adventures

Bye, bye, baby. Hello woman.

Tesala, you made it this far, I hope. The helpless baby that I knew, is no more, I hope.

Now that you are a woman, you have great responsibility and power. I hope you decide to do what is right and good, for the rest of your life.

Learning is important, but learning the right things is paramount. The right things to learn are rarely the things that make life easy. I hope your life wasn’t too easy.

I hope that you have a man in mind. Someone you can grow with and learn from. Vet him. Test him before you marry him, and test him a lot, but not with malice. Once you marry, there is no more testing.
If you don’t have a man, yet, that’s ok. You have some time to find one that is good enough for you.

Make sure that you learn English, too, and learn it extremely well. That’s the little advice I can give you at this juncture in your life.

I mourn for the little girl that wasn’t allowed to know her Father, but that girl no longer exists.
I look forward to meeting the woman that is my Daughter.

This is a true story, but there are some minor details that aren’t worded perfectly. I’m not going to spend more time on it, so you get it raw from that time, but the story is worth telling:

Hey Jincy,

I’ve heard from several people, except you, that everything has settled safely, for all of us, which was my primary concern, since the night you were carried back to the hostel, unconscious, by only the staff of Rainbow Linings Hostel, after Loy drove you away on his scooter, alone.
It would mean a lot to me, of you could just confirm your safety for me and that nothing bad was done to you.

Whether you can confirm that or not for me, you should still know what happened.

I’m sorry that Loy used a text I sent him as a tool to ruin the good experience we had talking with each other.

In my culture, men talk to other men about the best ways to handle situations with women, and there is a common language that we men use, that women would find to be offensive, almost always.

Men usually find other men they can trust, and ask them for advice, like I did with Loy.  I made the mistake of trusting him to make good decisions about how I should interact with you, so we could all be happy with the results.
Clearly, he was not a trustworthy man for my trust, and he ruined everyone’s experience that he touched, on that night.
Since then, my Indian friends all have told me that I should have put that trust in you.  For not doing that, I apologize.
Without knowing it, I put you in a situation with Loy that I didn’t see coming.  I also put myself at risk.

I hope you can forgive my cultural ignorance, and I hope you remember that any interaction that you and I had, was all positive.

I’m going to include all the relevant communications I’ve had in this unique experience.

I think that you have a right to know what happened when you were unconscious; not just the picture that Loy painted for you, and which you were forced to agree with, when Loy actually took advantage of you after he got you “drunk,” by his own admission.

Nelson, the owner said he would call me to find out what happened, but he didn’t call for a few days, so I sent him a text.  Here is what happened, which I sent to Nelson in response to what happened:

“
I never got your call, but I’m happy to tell you what happened.

At night:
Jincy and I were talking at the bar, along with Alisha and Loy.  Mostly it was Loy teasing and making fun of Alisha, which was entertaining, and I said so in a joking way, that they are fighting like a couple fights.  They responded negatively to that, which made me realize that they probably were an actual couple and that is why Alisha came back to volunteer with Loy again.  I had already seen Loy slap the hip of Jincy and the legs of Alisha in a sexy, playful way.
At the time I didn’t think anything of it.

Jincy and I started having our own conversation while Alisha and Loy play argued.
I had been sitting at the bar for a long time on the bar stools, and my butt was sore, and I suggested that to Jincy that we take our conversation over to the common room, because the cushions over there are more comfortable and it’s quieter.  She happily agreed, followed me over and I sat down on the bench with the red cushion that faces away from the kitchen.  Jincy was still standing and about to sit somewhere when there was an awkward flurry of staff turning on all the super bright lights in the common room, which has a sort of disturbing and blinding effect at midnight.
I said “no, no, no, we don’t want the lights on because they are too bright.”  I explained, “We came over here because it’s calm and relaxing,” as the guys walked away, I asked Jincy if she wanted me to keep the lights on and she said she wanted them off too, because they were too bright, so I switched the lights off, like they were before. There was plenty of ambient light already from the kitchen area and where the bathrooms are.  It was far from “dark.”  I’m sure you are familiar.

Now that I wasn’t blinded by the lights, I noticed that Jincy had sat on one of chairs that faces the kitchen.  Those chairs had no cushion and I felt a bit guilty, as the cushion was my primary reason for moving to the common area in the first place and I had “taken” the bench with the cushion.  I told her she didn’t have to sit on the hard chair and I suggested that she should sit on the bench with the cushion, and she did.  Those benches are not small and we weren’t even sitting in reaching distance to each other.  We were on opposite sides of the bench.
For a few minutes we had a nice conversation, until Loy, kept mildly shouting something at her.  She was annoyed so she ignored him and we kept talking.  Loy didn’t stop.  Eventually, she briefly went over to the bar area to see what he was fussing about.
I didn’t know it at the time, but this is probably the point where he started lying to her about me and building a negative narrative about me using a text message I’d sent him 40 minutes prior.
I had sent Loy a text about 40 minutes prior, while we were face to face at the bar, which read “What can I do to have sex with this girl, without offending her or anyone else?”
Jincy seemed to like me a bit and I liked her a bit.  I’m new to India and to Indian customs and I’m not familiar on the process of taking things to the next level, without offending anyone.  Obviously, Loy has had sex with guests, and I thought he would give me some pointers on the etiquette leading up to it, here in India.  Boy was I wrong.

While I was still in the common room, I heard Loy and Jincy quietly arguing near the bar for a bit, but at some point it seemed like it was quiet.  I went to the bar area to see what had transpired.  That’s when I saw Loy on his scooter and Jincy on the back of it.

This is the first moment I had that made me realize Loy’s strange behavior.  As far as I was aware, Jincy had only known Loy for one day, and now, after he and she had been drinking, Loy was taking her on his scooter, alone, at 12:21am.

I though this was very strange and likely dangerous for many reasons.  I did motion to Jincy from the bar area giving her a question thumbs up and yelling, “You are ok with this?”  She didn’t look comfortable, but she did nod that she was fine with it.  Then they drove off.

That was all a bit suspicious to me.  I sat at the bar and the soccer coach guy was there and he looked more uncomfortable than I was.  I asked him if he thought that Jincy would be safe with Loy or if we should get the authorities involved.  He said she would be fine.  Alisha said she would be fine.  I was skeptical, but she willingly went with him 🤷‍♂️
Then I looked at my phone and saw Loy’s reply to my text, “Never text me again. We run a hostel not a brothel house.”
Super weird, because as I said, when Loy read my text to him, it was only him and me face to face at the bar.  He could have asked me what I meant by my text or said something to me immediately.  I sent my original text to him at 11:43pm.  He had immediately read my text at 11:43pm, but didn’t respond to it until 12:19am, which was 2 minutes before driving off with Jincy.
I asked the soccer guy if my original text was offensive, he said it was probably a cultural misunderstanding.  I was relieved until I asked him why Loy was acting so strange.  He said he didn’t want to talk about it.  More red flags in my mind.

Loy and I had a series of texts back and forth where he accuses me of saying things I didn’t say, like “I got offended when  you said ‘girls like these are prostitutes back there,’” but otherwise uneventful.  I never said any such thing, and frankly, I don’t even know what he is referring to in this statement, and I let him know.

One guy joke that I did say before any of this started was, “I WOULD PAY to have sex with HER.”  This is actually a compliment to the woman, meaning she is pretty enough that you wouldn’t expect her to give sex away for free.  This joke requires the proper understanding of intonation and emphasis to be understood correctly, so I think Loy may have taken what I said, literally, and not gotten the joke.

More than 42 minutes later, Loy is back and Jincy is being carried in completely limp and completely unconscious. 😳
Loy, Soccer Guy, and Alisha all of a sudden started acting weird, angry, and shooing me away from Jincy as they ushered her past the bar and what I assumed was to her dorm and her to her bed.
All I could think of was what the fuck did Loy do while he was alone with her for so long and why was he being so rude and aggressive with me?

This is where I really was scared, not just for her, but also because Jincy was the only other non-employee that saw Loy’s strange behavior, and she was now unconscious.  Loy had already accused me “taking advantage of someone being drunk,” via text message, which was patently false.  I wondered what narrative he might spin to turn the attention away from what he did that night.

I never touched Jincy or did anything inappropriate with her, but Loy has slapped her body, drove her alone after midnight for more than an hour, and even if she passed out only from 2 BroCodes, he is the one that served them to her.

With Jincy unconscious, Loy and Alisha start being irate with me as if I had done something wrong.  Big red flags all over the place.  Loy eventually tells me to go to my dorm room and go to sleep, as if I were a child or something.  I refused.  I said I’ll stay at the bar until I’m tired.  This made him more mad.  I asked for another drink and he said no.  More red flags.  I didn’t know why he did what he did with Jincy or why he was angry, but it was all very suspicious and strange.

As Loy kept escalating, he eventually asked me to leave the hostel at around 2am.  I resolved to call the police, because clearly he wanted me gone, because I was the only non-employee witness to all this strangeness.  If Jincy was raped by Loy or she died in her sleep or something, then Loy could make up any story he wants and get away with it.  The other employees would back him under threat.

The police arrived, and they said they don’t speak any English.  So, that’s was pretty useless, but I was able to say there was an unconscious girl they should check on.  This is where I first found out that they hadn’t taken Jincy to her dorm.  They had put her in the common room.

I had the policeman confirm that Jincy was ok, but she could’t talk, just move her head, barely.  This wasn’t sufficient for me, but there was nothing else I could do.  At least there should be a police report filed by the police officer, if they even do that sort of thing.

Loy still wanted me to leave, but the policeman convinced him to let me stay the night.
After the police left, Loy and Alisha continued to be hostile, with Loy telling me I was an asshole and that I should “fuck off,” and I responded in kind.  Because I wanted to stay in the bar area, Loy eventually asked me to leave immediately.  He and the soccer guy went through a series of physical threats and started physical attacks, accosting me and my things, including threatening me with a white stick.  I paid 2000 rupees which I owed for 4 nights, but refused to pay for the last night because I was being forced to leave.  I eventually left around 4:40am.
“

Here is my Google Maps review:

“
The good:
Bathrooms and rooms are clean.  Price is great and includes breakfast.  The AC works.  They have a ping pong table and the vibe was good.  Not too much loud music.  Food was good.

The bad:
Everyday they turn off the AC from 10:30am to 1pm, and they open all the windows.  This does seem to help air out the dorm, but it’s also inconvenient if you stayed up late and want to sleep in with the AC turned on.

The Ugly:
The most interesting part of my stay was being physically threatened by a guy who claims his name is Loy and who acts like the manager, but claims he doesn’t work for the hostel.  He serves all the drinks and tells all the other staff what to do.
I had a great time for a week, until on a Sunday night, another guest and I decided to go sit in the non-smoking, common area with cushions and tables, away from the bar where this Loy guy was.  This Loy guy follows us and turns on all the lights at the common area.  We both explained to this Loy guy that we specifically went away from the bar so we could take advantage of the thicker cushions, the lack of bright lights, and the opportunity to have a slightly more private conversation, away from Loy.  This made Loy very angry, but I did not know this yet.
The Loy guy went back to the bar and then after a few minutes, he started yelling at the girl I was talking to, from where he was, at the bar.  This Loy guy was interrupting our conversation and he seemed flustered. She was also confused at why this Loy guy was yelling at her from the bar, like she was a dog.  It was strange and pretty rude, but eventually she obliged him and then went over to talk to him, briefly.  I assumed she was coming back to sit down, but then I heard some quiet arguing from the bar which was strange, so I walked towards the bar area, where I noticed the Loy guy had put her on the back of his scooter.  She looked uncomfortable, but not afraid.  I asked her if she was ok, and she happily acknowledged back.  She had had only two beers that Loy had served her and although Loy had rudely and strangely interrupted our conversation, with no explanation, I wasn’t overly concerned at that point as Loy drove her away, around midnight.
I became more concerned after another staff member manned the bar, and he looked very uncomfortable.  I asked him why and he said he didn’t want to talk about.  That’s a red flag.

That got me thinking what purpose did Loy have of driving this girl, who he later claimed was “drunk,” for scooter rides at midnight.
Loy and I texted back and forth while he was out with this girl, but what he wrote didn’t make much sense, and he also accused me of saying things I didn’t say, which was odd, but it gets worse.

I would be very careful if you are a solo woman staying at this hostel, and Loy is still working there, unless you are intentionally looking for a male staff member to drug you or get you drunk and then take you for hour long scooter rides at midnight only to return, passed out, unconscious, carried in, and placed not in a bed, but in the common area of the hostel.
Loy was very angry, insulting and aggressive when he got back with this unconscious girl.  He kept telling me to go to sleep or go to the dorm room like he didn’t want me to know what he did to this girl, but I wasn’t tired and there was no reason to leave the common area.  This made him angrier.  More red flags.

I called the police because I was concerned about what happened with the girl and wanted to make sure she was ok.  She wasn’t even able to talk when Loy brought her back, but the cops that arrived didn’t seem concerned once she was able to nod her head.

I don’t know what Loy did to this girl but the whole ordeal was very suspicious.  Eventually, I left the hostel after a series of minor assaults from Loy who grabbed my arm several times and grabbed my backpacks while I was wearing them.  He even threatened to beat me with a stick that he specifically brandished to intimidate me.

All in all, it was a new experience for me.  The rest of the staff were fine, but Loy was bad news.
“

Here is the full transcript between me any Loy, that night:

This is Nelson’s response to what I wrote to him:

“
Hello Erick, Good afternoon! Allow me to introduce my work. I’ve been running a hostel for 6 years, and for an additional 5 years, I worked within the same industry as an operations manager. Even when I’m not physically present at the hostel, I regularly monitor the common areas through the surveillance cameras we’ve installed. This step aligns with the safety guidelines set by the Goa Police and the terms and conditions of the online reservation system. This helps me stay informed about the ongoings within my business.

In response to your initial message, Loy, let me assure you that if you were to share that message with any authority in India or even across South-East Asia, the response would likely same as Loy’s reaction. Different countries have diverse ways of communication sometimes cultures and sometimes for someone’s safety. While in your country, starting a conversation might involve being direct, here in Asia, we tend to focus on building connections. We engage in conversations, spend time together, and gradually get to know each other. This approach paves the way for couples to move forward when they’re comfortable. (I mention Asia specifically because I’m an offbeat traveller who’s explored many non-touristic spots and connected with locals, giving me insights into the culture.)

Let’s clear up any misconceptions about Alisha. She was my guest, and I’m well-acquainted with both her and her boyfriend. There was nothing between Loy and Alisha. Playful teasing, jokes, and even outings with guests are all part of the vibrant hostel scene in Goa. I engaged in similar activities during my time as a manager. However, it’s essential to note that these interactions are purely part of the work environment and do not involve taking advantage of any situation

In India, our guests are treated with the utmost respect, often likened to gods. We go to great lengths to ensure their happiness. I acknowledge that Loy’s request for you to leave in the middle of the night was incorrect, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused. On the other hand, when travelling to a foreign country, especially a culturally diverse place like India, it’s wise to be cautious about the text and expressions you use.

The following morning, I had a lengthy conversation with Jincy and everyone at the hostel, including Alisha. All matters were resolved, and Jincy explained that she felt a bit intoxicated due to her unfamiliarity with alcohol. I also reviewed the surveillance footage to corroborate events.

Regarding the incident with Jincy, it’s important to note that Loy’s decisions were made based on the circumstances. It seems you harbour concerns about our staff, including references to Seby, Aliaha, and Loy. Running a business entails maintaining a comfortable and friendly atmosphere for guests. Acting inappropriately, especially involving alcohol, could tarnish the reputation of any establishment, particularly in India, where such matters are significant.

As you mentioned earlier, you observed Shruti and Seby responded well on your day, right? It’s all because we wanted to keep the place more friendly and welcoming but at the same time we do take care of our limits and safety. Each country has its unique cultural norms. While some things may be common in the USA, they may not be the same in India.

We loved having conversations with you on many different topics even though my wife enjoyed a good conversation on your day one evening. I wasn’t expected things will go in a different direction. Well, being human we always learn from each other and ill take this as a lesson again thank you for your taking care of Jincy and writing to me here. I wish you good luck and maybe we meet again somewhere around the world. Stay safe and enjoy your holiday Erick🙏🌸
“

My response to him was:

“
Thanks for your response and care.  I also did not expect anything to change after having such a great time at your hostel.  I’m glad nothing seriously bad happened to anyone.  It certainly was a learning experience for my journey in India.  Thanks for your perspective.
I have talked to a few Indians about what happened and will incorporate your advice with theirs in the future.
“

Jincy, clearly, you are a special person, by unintentionally having so many people who’s lives you affected in just one night 😄
Never forget that this wasn’t your fault, but also don’t forget that this was in your control, the whole time, until you went unconscious.
I will never forget you or this experience, and I doubt that any of the other people involved will forget you, either (except for maybe the police 😜).

Like Nelson said to me, and I agree, stay safe, maybe we meet again, and enjoy your holiday.  Happy 15th!

-Erik Stone

On Aug 10, 2023, at 2:57 AM, Kite Wizard <kitewizard@gmail.com> wrote:

I sent you a text on what’s app a couple days a go, but didn’t hear a reply, so I don’t know if that is you or not.

I hope you are ok and safely back at home by now.

The videos are too big for email, but maybe What’s App will work.  Let me know if your phone number is the same on What’s App, cause I don’t want to send them there if that’s not your What’s App number.  If it’s not you, I can chop the videos up and send them in chucks via email.

This is a screen shot from one of the videos.

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Hey Jincy,

There is only one thing still bothering me.

This Google account has only one review, which is mostly false and doesn’t sound like you at all.

Can you tell me what really happened, because this description, under your name, didn’t happen.  Did someone force this review on you, you gave Loy access to your phone, or he took access when you were unconscious?

Was your account cracked by Loy and he posted this?

My Google Maps review, which does not include your name, does not show on Google Maps, but this review under your name, shows up.

What is your story?

-Erik

On Aug 14, 2023, at 10:11 PM, Jincy Jose <818jincyjose@gmail.com> wrote:

Jincy,

If it’s you, then can you at least delete the part of the review that says:

“They saved me from a guy who was drunk and trying to misbehave with me. They took immediate action and asked him to leave the property because

everyone in the hostel dint feel safe around him.”

This is entirely false.  The staff saved you from nothing, and actually put you in a dangerous scenario, because Loy was drinking and driving with you.

No immediate action was taken to ask me to leave the property.  It was only after Loy’s ego was severely damaged, that I was asked to leave, which was hours later, long after he brought you back unconscious. 

Most everyone did feel safe around me, and I met several friends at that hostel, including you.

I too, want to put this experience behind me, but it’s wrong to publicly, falsely praise people and falsely condemn others, even if they are unnamed.

Unlike you, I have not been able to put the experience out of my mind.

Please just delete that section, or the whole review, and/or make it accurate.

If Loy has threatened you directly or indirectly, then I understand why you don’t want to change it or delete it.  If that’s the case, then don’t change it, and I’m so sorry that I was mostly ignorant of what was happening, and that I couldn’t do more for you.

Whatever you decide to do, thanks for getting back to me.

I have no ill will for you about this experience, and I do want to respect you wishes.

If you don’t email me me back or contact me again; then I won’t contact you again.

Thanks,

-Erik

On Sep 2, 2023, at 11:19 AM, Jincy Jose <818jincyjose@gmail.com> wrote:

Nothing inappropriate happened from me, at anytime I was at this hostel.  Jincy and I only talked in common areas of the hostel, and we were always with others, with cameras around, or both.  Never were we alone or out of sight of another person.

All evidence from all sides proves this unequivocally.

There are at least 3 solo girls that came specifically for the reputation Loy has; Alisha, Shyamal, and Jincy.  You can read this in their gushing reviews and their absurd demonization of me, and more importantly, the timing or their reviews.  There was one other Indian staff woman that wasn’t there during this, and she was absent until I left. She was not part of this, but I could tell she had reservations about her job. There were only 4 Indian girls that I saw while I was there, so any other reviews about me are fake from the business.  Alisha has yet to post, and I wonder why, because she was the most loyal to Loy during the incident between he and Jincy. Maybe Alisha will wait until her one month “volunteer” stint is over. If you refer to previous reviews at other hostels Loy has worked at, you will find more solo girls’ with gushing reviews of him.  He has quite the reputation from solo girl travelers, especially the ones he spends time alone with, which is nearly all of them.

With more research, I’m relieved to find out that whatever Loy did to these girls, in some cases, may have been consensual; certainly with Alisha and Shyamal, it was.

Because Jincy was flirting with me, I did send a text to Loy asking “What can I do to have s$& with this girl, without offending her or anyone else?”  I had no intention of having sex with Jincy, but when flirting is happening from both sides, you never know where things will go, and most importantly, I didn’t want to break any taboos in Goa or offend anyone, and I requested some advice. That was a big mistake. The rest of the texts from Loy were offensive and strange.

Unfortunately, Loy used this first text from me to him, to implement his plan to take Jincy off the property and do whatever he wanted with her, which he did.  Then he brought he her back fully limp and unconscious, carried in by a stronger staff member.  Remember, Loy is the bartender and served her two beers, only.

In no other hostel, have I seen this sort of situation or have seen such a threat to a girl and myself.

I called the police, that night, once I could see the setup that Loy had planned for me as the fall guy for anything else he had planned, using my text as some sort of pretext.  The police assured me that Jincy was not dead.

I decided to record video of Jincy in the common area, because it was obvious that Loy was attempting to set me up for his suspicious activity, taking her away from the hostel for about an hour.  If you are a manager who is concerned about someone, you keep them in the common area, on CCTV camera, and watch them with your other two staff members, not drive them into the night, alone, on your scooter, after you’ve been drinking.

If something happened to Jincy while I was sleeping or while I was absent from the hostel, it’s 3 staff members against my word, and one guest who is Indian, and unconscious.

There is victim shaming in India, like crazy, so when Loy was alone with her, if he did more bad stuff, other than claiming she was drunk, and then drunk driving her away from the cameras at the hostel, it’s easy for the three Indian staff to threaten her and force her to say anything, and throw a foreigner under the bus.  I don’t blame Jincy for lying at this point, in her google review, but she should not have gone with Loy alone that night, and that responsibility is on her.  Had she stayed on camera and in the hostel, she and everyone would have had a safer, and better night.

Loy is an ok host as long as you are with lots of other people, and I and others will attest to this.  He showed me a cool place that many guests went to in a group, but don’t go anywhere alone with him, especially if you are Indian, unless you know the risks that you are getting yourself into and/or that that is what you are looking for.

Also, make sure you have other customers around, and never find yourself alone with only staff.

Shyamal Ganvir was with Loy in a consensual manner as all staff and most guests were aware of.  She never expressed any complaints towards me, until I published a review for this hostel.  She or the hostel warned me of nothing, and no immediate action was taken for anything in regards to me, while Shyamal was staying at the hostel.  Shyamal left the hostel several days before the incident that occurred with Jincy and Loy.

I actually see the issue now.

You had set this girl up for at least a day.  Get her to trust you, then get her drunk or drug her.  I had no idea, man.

Then, as your plan was working out, I came in and she was more interested in me.  So I cockblocked you.  Now I understand why you wigged out and were so upset.

I had no idea. Had you been as honest with me as I was with you, then there never would have been an issue.  It was a mistake for me to think that you were a trustworthy person.

I’m sad that the business decided to attack my one star review.  I’m sad that you have a false, fake review under your name.

Unfortunately, because of this review, which you said you cannot delete, and the response from the business, I have a moral obligation to make sure this story is told.

This story will be told, because of the response from Loy and the people that employ him.

It’s an honest review, and the business response isn’t honest or accurate,.

I want you to delete the fake review that was posted, from the girl, “Jincy Jose.”

I know what happened, and it’s wrong.  It’s wrong in America and it’s wrong in India.

The girl doesn’t want any part of this, but the story is real, and the details aren’t that public, yet.

She didn’t and doesn’t deserve this.  Loy does.

Delete the fake review, or put my name into it, and we’ll go from there.

You’re welcome.

Please substantiate any complaints you have about me, from “British Travelers” or encourage them to publish Google reviews, naming me and their complaints, and I will respond.

Loy took immediate action to destroy a comfortable environment, and video evidence shows that.

Your claim that my text hasn’t been altered is false.

Loy drove away with a girl, alone, at night, and brought her back unconscious.

If you’d like to take this to Goan court, you know my name, my visa and passport info, because that was required for me to stay there.

Otherwise, my review stands, as does your response.

(Original English Text is at the bottom: this is a translation from Google)

Hola Tes. Este post es para ti, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, en caso de que alguna vez puedas y quieras contactar a tu Padre.

Deseo tanto estar en tu vida y que podamos estar juntos como una familia. Lo he deseado desde que conocí a tu Madre, y especialmente desde que me dijo que estaba embarazada de nuevo, esta vez, de ti.

La primera vez que escuché sobre ti fue cuando tu Madre me dijo por teléfono: “Ya no te amo, quiero el divorcio y estoy embarazada”. No recibí ninguna advertencia, y esto ocurrió 3 meses después de que tu madre regresara a visitar a su lado de la familia en Perú. Todo estaba bien hasta ese momento.
No sé si fueron mentiras las que dijo tu madre para poner a su lado de la familia en mi contra, o si fue su lado de la familia el que puso a tu madre en mi contra, pero los resultados fueron terribles para nuestra familia. Por teléfono, hacia mí, Lucía rápidamente se convirtió en una persona permanente, superficial, egoísta y enojada.

Volé para verte y ver qué había sucedido. Estaba sorprendida y horrorizada por lo mal que tu madre y su lado de la familia me trataron durante las semanas que estuve allí. Estaba aún más decepcionada y sorprendida por cómo tu madre y su lado de la familia te trataron. Lucía dejó en claro que no tenía intención de compartir las responsabilidades de crianza conmigo, su esposo y tu padre. Lucía simplemente quería dinero de mí y nada más. Fue una experiencia desconcertante y muy traumática para mí. Rezo para que Lucía haya aprendido a tratarte mejor de lo que te trató a ti y a mí cuando nos conocimos. Estuvimos juntos por última vez.

Durante años después de que nacieras, Lucía mantuvo poco contacto conmigo. Yo llamaba a la casa con frecuencia para ver cómo estabas y para ver qué estaba haciendo Lucía para reunir a nuestra familia. En las raras ocasiones en las que podía comunicarme con tu madre, ella solo quería hablar sobre cuánto dinero le enviaría, y no sobre cómo estabas tú. Todas las conversaciones eran solo sobre dinero para tu madre, y todas las conversaciones para mí eran sobre lo que tú y ella estaban haciendo. Lucía parecía pensar que si me insultaba incesantemente por teléfono conseguiría que le diera dinero, así que la mayoría de nuestras “conversaciones” eran solo tu madre lanzándome insultos y yo respondiendo ocasionalmente. Ella se negó a decirme casi nada sobre ti. Puedes imaginar cómo son las conversaciones entre dos personas con prioridades totalmente diferentes; sin ningún compromiso por parte de Lucía, no se podía avanzar.
Tu madre dejó en claro con sus acciones que no respetaba mis derechos como tu padre, y con sus palabras, mintió y pretendió que podía verte, siempre y cuando le pagara dinero e hiciera lo que ella quería. También dijo que nunca volveríamos a ser una familia. Todo eso fue moralmente incorrecto e inaceptable para mí. Tu madre tiene muchas excusas para su mal comportamiento y sus mentiras, pero ninguna de ellas es válida; las he escuchado todas. Cuando una excusa inventada no tenía sentido, simplemente inventaba otra.
Sin embargo, supuse que en algún momento tu madre entraría en razón y estaría dispuesta a reconciliar lo que fuera que la enojara tanto. Esperé años para que cambiara de opinión y te volviera a ver, pero eso no sucedió. Ella simplemente empeoró.

Un padre que se preocupaba tanto por su hija y su esposa, claramente no era lo que tu madre y su lado de la familia querían o esperaban, porque después de un par de años, comenzaron a colgarme tan pronto como supieron que era yo quien llamaba.
Un par de años después de eso, tu madre cortó el contacto conmigo, por completo, junto con casi todo su lado de la familia.
Después de esperar años y darme cuenta de lo mala persona que se había vuelto Lucía, tenía pocas opciones para ayudarte. Como naciste en Perú, los abogados en Perú y Estados Unidos dijeron que realmente no había nada que pudiera hacer mientras Lucía te tuviera como rehén.

Mientras tu madre trabajaba duro para socavar nuestra familia, yo hice todo lo que estaba a mi alcance para ser parte de tu vida de una manera que sólo fuera en beneficio tuyo. Lucía rechazó todos los beneficios que le ofrecí. Debido a las leyes injustas en Perú y al mal comportamiento de tu madre, no pude superar el sabotaje intencional de tu madre a nuestra familia.

No tengo ninguna duda de que te han adoctrinado para que pienses que no debes contactar a tu padre. Después de todo, tu madre es psicóloga infantil, lo cual es aterrador en sí mismo, pero también has estado rodeada de algunos familiares cercanos que probablemente apoyan cualquier narrativa que tu madre quiera, lo que hace que escapar de esas narrativas sea aún más difícil. Tienes un par de buenos miembros del lado materno de la familia, y espero que te hayan influenciado lo suficiente como para que puedas pensar por ti misma, aunque sea un poco.
Solo debes saber que lo que hizo tu madre no es tu culpa. Aunque probablemente sientas que es tu elección si contactarme o no, date cuenta de que es tu madre quien te ha obligado a permanecer en silencio y a estar separado durante todos estos años.

Puedes contactarme cuando quieras, por cualquier motivo, con o sin el consentimiento de tu madre. Mi español no es tan bueno como el tuyo y tu inglés no es tan bueno como el mío, pero hoy en día hay herramientas de traducción disponibles, así que no te preocupes por la barrera del idioma.

Tienes un padre que te ama y yo estoy aquí para ti, como siempre lo he estado.
Te amo, sin importar lo que pase en nuestras vidas.
Espero tener noticias tuyas pronto, volver a verte, ponernos al día con todo el tiempo que nos perdimos juntos y que conozcas a tu abuela, abuelo, tía, tía abuela y primos, del lado paterno de la familia, mientras aún estén vivos.

Puede contactarme en TesalaStone @ gmail.com, Tes @ tesalastone.com (sin los espacios) o en otros sitios web usando mi nombre completo, que puede encontrar fácilmente en línea.

(Original English)

Hey Tes. This post is for you, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, in case you are ever able to, and want to know your Father.

The first I heard about you was when your Mother told me over the phone, “I don’t love you anymore, I want a divorce, and I’m pregnant.” I had no warning, and this occurred 3 months after your Mother went back to visit her side of the family in Peru.

I wish so much that I was in your life, and we could be together as a family, but your Mother didn’t want that.

(I’ve translated portions of this to Spanish, in case your Mother did the additional disservice to you of not allowing you to learn English. However, I won’t always update everything that I write in the English section to Spanish, immediately. If you don’t speak English, you can always use Google Translate or ask me to send you a translation. The English version is the current version.)

I don’t know if it was lies that your Mother told, to turn her side of the family against me, or if it was her side of the family that turned your Mother against me, but the results were awful for all of us. Over the phone, towards me, Lucia quickly became a permanent, shallow, selfish, vindictive, and angry person.

I was so happy that you were born, but I was very sad that your Mother had not taken any of my advice in regards to your care. I flew down to see you, and to see what was going on. I was shocked and horrified at how poorly your Mother and her side of the family treated me for the weeks that I was there. I was even more disappointed and shocked at how your Mother and her side of the family treated you.
It’s super-sad that no one on your Mother’s side of the family was able to give basic, intelligent, maternal advice to your Mother.

Lucia made it clear that she had no intention of sharing parenting responsibilities with me, her Husband and your Father. Lucia simply wanted money from me and nothing else. It was a baffling, and very traumatic experience for me. I pray that Lucia has learned to treat you better than she treated you and me when we were last together.

For years after you were born, Lucia kept little contact with me. I would call the house frequently to see how you were doing and see what Lucia was doing to bring our family back together. On the rare occasion that I could get a hold of your Mother, she only wanted to talk about how much money I would send to her, and not about how you were doing. Every conversation was only about money for your Mom, and every conversation for me, was about when your Mother would want to be a normal family again, and what you and she were doing. Lucia seemed to think that incessantly insulting me over the phone would get me to give her money, so most of our “conversations” were just your Mother throwing insults. Your Mother refused to tell me almost anything about you. You can imagine how conversations go, between two people with totally different priorities; with no compromise on Lucia’s side, no progress could be made.

Your Mother made it clear with her actions that she had no respect for my rights as your Father, and with her words, she lied and pretended that I could see you, as long as I paid her money and did what she wanted. She also said we would never be a family, again. That was all morally wrong and unacceptable to me. Your Mother has lots of excuses for her bad behavior and lies, but none of them are valid; I’ve heard them all. When one fabricated excuse didn’t make sense, she just made up another one.
However, I assumed that at some point your Mother would come to her senses and be willing to reconcile whatever she was so angry about. I waited years for her to come around, and to see you again, but that didn’t happen. She just stayed the same.

A Father that cared so much about his Daughter and Wife, was clearly not what your Mother and her side of the family wanted, or expected, because after a couple years, they started hanging up on me as soon as they knew it was me calling.
A couple years after that, your Mother severed contact with me, completely, along with nearly her entire side of the family.  
After waiting years and realizing how bad of a person Lucia had become, I had few options to help you. Because you were born in Peru, the lawyers in Peru and the US, said there really wasn’t anything I could do, as long as Lucia held you hostage.

While your Mother worked hard to undermine our family, I did everything in my power to be a part of your life in a way that was only a net benefit to you. Lucia refused every benefit that I offered. Due to unfair laws in Peru, and your Mother’s bad behavior, I was not able to overcome your Mother’s intentional sabotage of our family.

I have no doubt that you have been indoctrinated into thinking you shouldn’t contact your Father. After all, your Mother is a Child Psychologist which is terrifying in of itself, but you have also been surrounded by some close family members that likely support whatever narratives your Mother wants, which makes escaping those narratives even more difficult. You do have a couple good members on your Mom’s side of the family, and I hope they have influenced you enough that you can think for yourself, even if just a little bit.

Just know that what your Mom did and does, is not your fault. Even though you likely feel that it’s your choice whether to contact me or not, realize that it’s your Mother who has forced silence and separation upon you for all these years. I pray that she has not fabricated any mental illnesses on to you (Munchausen syndrome by proxy), and drugged you up like so many Mothers often do in America.

You can contact me anytime you want, for any reason, with or without your Mom’s consent. My Spanish isn’t as good as yours and your English isn’t as good as mine, but translation tools are easily available nowadays, so don’t worry about the language barrier.

You have a Father, that loves you, and I am here for you, as I have always been.
I love you, no matter what happens in our lives.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, seeing you again, catching up on all the time we missed together, and also having you meet my side of your family, while they are still alive.

You can contact me through this website, also at TesalaStone @ gmail.com, Tes @ tesalastone.com (without the spaces), or a number of other websites using my full name, which you can easily find online.

So, I saw this movie from 1970, that was recommended to me. It’s called “Love Story.” Clearly, there were people in my family that this movie shaped.

Not only that, but I knew a Russian girl that sang me the theme song from this film, in Africa and I thought it was a Russian song. That girl was the best singer I’ve ever heard, but she doesn’t sing anymore, despite my attempts to get her to go pro. She didn’t ever professionally sing at that time and she still doesn’t sing. What a waste of talent. I hope she sings for her daughter.

I also heard the same song in Las Vegas at a show. That show is gone now, too.

I guess we hear things from the past, don’t appreciate them, forget them, and then remember them once we cannot use them anymore. Maybe it’s still possible to appreciate them and understand them.

Sometimes there just aren’t enough tears you can shed. You get tired of crying. Tired of caring. Death becomes us, always, so what is it that we are supposed to learn?

I’ve seen and heard so many stories. More stories than my ancestors. I’ve learned so much about this universe.

Here I am, writing on something that I can see, that is magic. Magic is in all of us. Do something magical today.

Islamic terrorists are like pig asses, but I’m not going to focus on pictures depicting The Prophet Mohammed fucking pigs or taking large or small, pig dicks in his ass. I will make some brief points on the subject and will include only a couple images in this regard.

This commentary should only be taken very seriously, and no one is allowed to laugh while reading this at any time, due to sharia law which does not allow for laughter, especially if you are gay. I will also mention that in the images depicted, no muslims were allowed to ejaculate into the pig’s asses, at any time, so no harm was caused. The pigs were allowed to give head to the jihadists, and that was done with the traditional holy knife that is used for head giving/taking throughout the Muslim world.

*Pictures coming soon*

Words change meanings over time and a nigger today, is not the nigger of yesterday.

Today, a nigger is a person who gets offended when you say the word “nigger,” in any context. Many niggers even use the term “nigger,” and say it frequently, but all niggers get angry when others use the term “nigger,” whether they themselves use “nigger” or not.

Typically, niggers get very angry, offended, and call you a racist if you say the word, “nigger.” If you are unlucky or famous, they will yell at you or try to physically attack you. It is best to avoid niggers as much as possible, for safety reasons.

Someone who says, “What’s up my nigger,” or “What’s up my nigga,” are not always niggers, so don’t assume that because someone uses the word “nigger,” that they are a nigger. Although some that use the word “nigger,” are niggers.

Niggers always have a sense of entitlement. They believe that they are better than you. They believe that they know more than you, and that they are more moral than you. They are dictators.

This sums up the modern meaning of “nigger” in America, today. If you have had any recent experience with niggers in their native environment, like government, education, healthcare, or public transportation, please comment and tell us about your experience.

America has never existed without controversy, and that is a trend that will continue, until its death.

Joe is definitely the most corrupt President Elect that America has had in my lifetime. That is saying a lot, because Bill Clinton and Barack Obama were also President of the United States. Americans couldn’t get enough of the sleazy, used car salesman style that Bill was renowned for, nor could they get enough of the racism that Obama peddled.

Joe has been in the government, nearly his entire adult life. Smart people might see that as a red flag. Others don’t see that as a problem, or actually, they might see that as a benefit. Either way, Joe Biden is one of the most experienced politicians in America today.

My predictions:

Joe Biden will live for at least 4 years. He has the money from taxpayers from his entire adult life to keep himself alive, like a Hollywood star. Some people say he will be murdered, but those people don’t really know how politics works. It’s best if they keep him alive.

The Swamp will make nearly all the decisions for him. He is the perfect figurehead, like the Queen of England, but without the intelligence, morality, and diligence.

He won’t destroy the country, massively more than other Democrat Presidents have in the last 35 years.

He will hurt Americans a lot. He will create more agencies like the TSA, FBI, or the IRS, that will hurt Americans for decades and which won’t be abolished. He will continue the depression that was created when tyrannical, Democrat Governors destroyed their state economies, but those effects will only come to serious fruition toward Biden’s second and third year. People think that the shit has hit the fan now, which is only partially true, because the shit show has just started.

Nazare’s politicians have banned surfing.  They blame the ban on health benefits.

https://www.surfline.com/surf-news/breaking-officials-ban-surfing-nazare/102501

It’s time to start destroying these people in government who destroy lives with their tyranny.  We, the people, need to remind future politicians that they do not have the power to harm our lives, just because they are greedy, evil fuckers, on the take.
When they come after us, we go after them.
Shutdowns, bans, and mandatory attire are unconstitutional and un-American.

New Zealand jails kids for sharing videos, which is fine, because New Zealand isn’t America. In L.A., the mayor is trying to force masks on children wanting to buy food. Garcetti forcing masks, is no different than the NAZIs forcing people to wear a gold star, except for the excuses given by each dictator.

Government politicians that advocate for lockdowns and Socialism are the enemy.

The world is going totalitarian. If Americans won’t stand up for freedom, than freedom in the world will die, for a long while.
We all need to fight the harm that our state governments have been intentionally inflicting on us. If peaceful disobedience doesn’t work, then violence is our only hope.

This is a call for open, physical defense against government tyranny, violence, and oppression.

We cannot live in fear.

It’s been 8 months of the most horrific tyranny that I’ve ever seen in America, in my lifetime. Every 100 years or so, all the idiots of the last generations die, thankfully.

I admit, that the boomer generation’s behavior was predictable. They came off the sixties high, and remembered the fifties bliss.

Take off the masks and fight, you old fuckers. We need you.