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Author Michael Ateek and his dog Magnet
My first two years of life I lived in Boston, on the Marathon route, across from a park and ice skating rink.   When my mother became pregnant with her second child, we moved to Needham, an affluent suburb, where I remained through high school.   I floundered very badly as I neared graduation, actually quitting school my junior year, but returning the next semester, mostly by commuting from Waltham, because I lived with my father at that point.

After struggling for many months that followed my year late graduation, I joined the Army, although I considered the Air Force for a while.   I was living in my car, and for the day I was to take the test for enlistment, the recruiters suggested I sleep in their parking lot.   They woke me up that morning.   While I was waiting for formal induction, I worked in Boston's former Commonwealth Pier Exhibition Hall, now the Seaport World Trade Center.   I didn't fufill the full four years I enlisted for, receiving a General Discharge Under Honorable Conditions after about twenty months.   Shortly after I was discharged, I applied and then attended UMass - Amherst, graduating after three years and summer schools, with a Bachelor's in Journalism and Communications.   The front page here describes some of the time after that.

      *(People often ask me about my dog's lead, shown in the picture to the right, and whether the strap over the nose prevents him from biting.   The lead is actually called a Gentle Leader and still allows any dog to bite, eat, drink, and pant.   In my dog's case, many years ago (he's estimated at 13 years old at the time of this picture) he developed a thinning trachea, and this lead alleviates coughing which regular collars or harnesses cause him.   More commonly, the lead is used to handle dogs that pull too much.   It works on the same principle as a halter on a horse.   Because the pulling occurs far out on the nose, the handler gains tremendous leverage.   A huge animal, a horse, is guided way out on the nose with small pressures the same way the Gentle Leader controls a dog.   Some dogs will do harmless but strange rolls on their nose in the grass to try and get the Gentle Leader off.   They are experiencing what I compare to wearing wool on bare skin for humans.   The sensation is similarly minor, and for dogs most commonly disappears completely in a short time. )

A Veteran...

I'm a veteran of the U.S. Army, as a Fire Support Specialist, and I made my mark for a bunch of reasons.   In a yearly two-mile running test of half of my battalion, I was the second fastest, but I lost to the only Sargent to race, so I might have been the fastest for my classification.

Earlier, I was invited to the U.S. Military Academy Prepratory School (USMAPS).   I was too old for the school, but we reasoned maybe Westpoint needed an alternate.   One of my Captains approved my application, but I never heard back.

One day while training with another group (of Airborn Rangers) one of my peers found and killed a large garden snake.   I decided it looked better than the ham in a ration can in front of me, and the Rangers confirmed it was edible.   However, after I cooked it up two ways, in a soup and fried, no one wanted any, despite the absolute deliciousness of my efforts.

Another time, I was asked to qualify on a grenade launcher, and I broke the giant cement target that stood for years, as well as making all my other shots.   I looked around at the seventy five or so others struggling that day to see if I was being 'put on', but the others were obviously a random selection.   I had a natural ability on that particular weapon, not unrelated to my shooting .22s as a kid in summer camp, or my command of street hockey lob shots.

Thinking back on the method of marksmanship qualification for standard rifles, I find the move to plastic 'pop-down' targets very frustrating.   I understand they are a convenience and safety method that can't be reversed, but I know I hit several targets that didn't fall.   Those standing targets denied me the higher rating of the two given at that time, Marksman and Pro Marksman.   Trainees that missed the initial qualification by a small margin were given a second round of fewer shots, but were building on the previous tally, and could actually achieve the higher rank.   I'm not sure I'd suggest this, unless you like the idea of repeating basic training, and have a different confidence than I did, but if you're hitting the holes in the shot up targets, you could consider intentionally missing a few shots.   You'll get yourself extra chances.

I also played on the quasi-Fort's soccer team in the civilian league.   My team won the championship, although they were all close games, and I was the star defense player.

First Attempt for publicity placed in the Boston Pheonix in 1987Boston Pheonix advertisement of 1987.  The first public attempt for publicity.
On weekends, I spent every Saturday at the base's synagogue praying.   I also spent a lot of time in the non-alcohol topless bars in Tacoma at the time.   Same thing, right?

At my last assignment my silent respect for the Ayatollah Khomeni (he would've freed the hostages if vicious insults and worse weren't piled on him at his ascension) had caught up with me.   I was obviously hated by several of the higher ranks, and got depressed by them at times.   Once, I broke regulations and went to a massage parlor.   When I walked out one of the new officers in charge suspiciously drove by, and I thought I'd be charged.   I wasn't, and never went back, but got in trouble for extra duty once or twice.

Finally, while on crutches and after appearing for a head count, I was recalled after hobbling up two flights of stairs in pain.   I refused the order, and ended up with a "General Discharge under Honorable Conditions" in December 1983.

Becoming More Jewish ...

After my earlier 1983 biblical-like vision, which I received in a barracks of two-person rooms when I was alone one very quiet afternoon, I made the study of Hebrew one of my priorities, right alongside studying my religion, which I had shunned as a child.   I eventually began to dream of becoming Israeli, and that became a reality through the retroactive disability payments I began to receive in 1996.   I've only lived there three and a half years from '96 - '00, gaining my citizenship in the second year, but the language changed my perspective.

Much of the world carries names founded on early Hebrew words which far predate the discovery of the Americas.   For instance the 'ham at the end of many city and town names in Great Britain originally meant "warm" and spread to colonies which became the early U.S., like the Town of Needham where I grew up.   The state north is New HAMshire, and 'shire strongly resembles the word "gate" in Hebrew, so that translates to "New warm gate."   The two words ei and taul sound like the name Italy from the prefix for 'island' and the word 'journey'.   Greece sounds like the word for 'version of text'.   The "Nativity Scene" probably originated from the word 'path'.   The list goes on and on.

On the other side of the scale is the word 'Latin'.   Torah used that sound for Pharaoh's witchcraft.  'Catholic' has roots or became the word 'carnage'.   The Disciples names are like Hebrew conjugations; matt means death, mattoo a conjugation, tmattie a conjugation; or for repetitions patar means dismiss and poal means action.

My Very Poor Health

Around 2015 was the first time I considered myself disabled.   As I said on the front page here, "I was told directly I would remain in a state mental hospital until I accepted Social Security support..." and "... I reacted with public protest. Then they asked for court mandated psychiatric evaluations ..."   Obviously, from reading this website, I don't fit into the DSM-5 (diagnosis manual), but in my opinion, I now have a physical disability that does keep me from employment.

My fingers have gone through several stages since foreign matter, introduced into my right index finger at a very young age, when I checked the tension on my bicycle chain and ran the sprocket through the nail, began to dissolve.   At first, in the early '90s, at around age 30, I had a repeating blister on that finger and I began to have headaches.   They eventually became severe, and lasted about sixteen years.   Gradually, probably in 2000, I began to see blisters on
Can you see how the fingers need steriods very quickly? - Michael Ateek
the other fingers.   The breakouts used to be on my fingertips palmside, but lactic acid cream and steroids now protect them, or the malady has changed course.  I was instructed to soak my hands in the steroid by wearing latex or similar gloves when they got bad.   In 2009 I was forced out of work because they started to react severely to the ammonia cleaners I needed to use in my Patient Care Assistant (PCA) work.

A couple of years later I saw a little spot that looked like oil come out through my finger nail.   At that point the headaches and the repeating blister began to disappear, but the other fingers remained very prone to blisters for all sorts of exposures.   I live in a public housing apartment, and on weekends my neighbors have guests.   I get worse hand problems every weekend from the added number of people using the doors and buttons.

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After the Military - Mini-timeline

After my discharge I went to UMass and graduated with a Bachelor's in Journalism.   Immediately after I started publicizing against war, and got stuck near Cape Cod without work for years.   During that time I wrote creative material, and got arrested at least seven times standing for what I believe in.  No arrests for fights, but false testimonies, false arrest, etc., never leading to any convictions.  The chants against Plymouth Police, I started in response to mistreatments, weren't accepted as true prophecy by enough of the courts, press, government, etc., to prevent my commitment to a mental hospital.  Three officers on separate occasions had pretended not to know me after my canvas of about 500 homes in the immediate area two years before, a strong newspaper ad in The Boston Pheonix, campaigns at local colleges, a solicitation permit in Miami Beach, and more.  My poverty level was legislated as prohibited from release, and therefore I was coerced to accept disability money.

I took some of my first retroactive payment, and went to Israel until my money ran out.

My Early School Years

I spent all my schooling in Needham from Kindergarten through High School.   My town had some hidden dirt-bike tracks and I got my first motorcycle, a 50cc, at about age fourteen.   Earlier, I lived next door to a veterinarian, and was brought to his office as his 'junior assistant' during school vacations a couple of times.   My parents divorced when I was about fifteen, and I rebelled ferociously.   Nearly my first act was to get a puppy, which unfortunately I didn't train. I'd become friends with the family of a big award-winning kennel, so I ended up bringing her to boarding school there.   First, I learned everything she learned separately, and then together.   I ended up with a great dog, and a life-long skill.   I also began working very early, at the expense of my studies, in restaurants and machine shops mostly.   I was an excellent worker by the time of my missed graduation, and a poor one when I reached graduation, because of my deep lack of sense of purpose.   I'd quit school at sixteen, but went back the next year.   I didn't take to alcohol much, but found marijuana use very helpful, until the year before graduation when I all but stopped.

Two Lofty Goals

The first, is to return the U.S. to the ideals our founders tried to instill about God.  The dominant political parties have again outlived their viability.  They must be dissolved, or reorganized and renamed, to bury the atrocious shame they've brought on us.  They consider themselves spiritually superior to their predecessors, whom dissolved gracefully.

My second goal is to change my religion, described in Isaiah as a 'branch'.   Here is my very preliminary proposal on another website of mine, opening a new window, at
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Spring 2019 - My Neighborhood

Links of interest... - Jerusalem family finds 2,000-year old mikveh underneath living room. - In a First House Votes to Stop Federal Meddling in Medical Marijuana - Mentally Ill and Still Without Health Insurance - Study Shows Impact of Cutting Planned Parenthood Funding

An Israeli (cardboard) Bicycle That Could Change the World

Center for Shelter Dogs - a tool for adoption centers and startups, developed in my old neighborhood.

CQ - A Conventional Approach to Amending the Constitution

Los Angeles Times - Congress quietly ends federal government's ban on medical marijuana - A Global Epidemic Of Senseless Energy Policy    (Under a different title inside)

My UMass-Amherst Rabbi - Filled in on holidays because we were between full time Rabbis. - Missing the Point on July 4: The Right to Vote Was Not The Main Achievement in 1776 - The author doesn't think we've lost our rights, but he lists three ideals he considers more basic than voting. - "Six State Waivers for Health Insurance Rules Approved in 2011" - This is the workings of a consumer protection provision of the new national plan that refunds money to all premium payers if agencies spend too much on themselves. Each insurer is considered state by state.

Lighter Stuff

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Minecraft Waterfall House - My first 1.8 game played, now on a server. Minecraft Waterfall House
I went on a walkabout to find a horse after finding two saddles in an abandoned mine, got lost too far south, and found this area. After getting home, I chopped down a long twisty dirt road and got back here with a horse in about a month. What you can't see is the two other waterfalls facing the other direction, and a fourth around the corner to the left. I'd never played PC games until I discovered Minecraft in Fall 2014. Even though this house is very simple, I like the way it fits with the surroundings. There's a Nether Portal in the open basement I can take a horse or mule into, to get back to the farms.



By Michael Ateek

The sand at my feet is telling a story,
A single grain is making the plot clear,
As I look to my feet,
I feel the earth's fear,
As I look through the mist,
The coming of a brand new day,
But due to effects of pollution,
My sight quickly falls away.

I feel the moonlight's warming,
But only stars shimmer in,
Because of the ecology I've unnerved,
I'll call breathing a win.

There's no true reality,
To the miserable plans laid,
If it wasn't for living lousy,
I'd be feeling only pain.

I hear the birds crying out,
Through the foaming of the surf,
Conscience wails into my heart,
And I see my death deserved.

Heaven's gate lies near,
Thinking to jump into gear,
At the very end of despair,
A saving angel appears.

Although the offer is attractive,
Earth's work will remain here,
Our glory can wait forever,
Until the day without nature's tears.

© U.S. 1991, 1994, 1995, 2019, All rights reserved.

My poetry can now be seen at

Faced Front

By Michael Ateek

The roof wasn't seen by a farrier for forty years,
Scraps of tar fell at a glance,
The team garbed themselves with pitch-forks and shovels,
Hygienic foot soldiers of the stripping lance.

Shot up to the highest peak,
Booted footing was chance and take,
To a startling view of the sunrise,
Collected the shingles with a rake.

Walking up with the steam of coffee,
Put me back in bed with my lady,
My daydream dressed her inside the shell,
But my refocus strengthened care for a baby.

Braced the frame in cedar,
Crows came to approve with their caw,
Ruins had owned the landscape,
Until we renewed to make crunched raw.

Faced front to the man-made cover,
I took a breath of crisp fresh air,
Repaired the storm proof ceiling,
Protecting our worlds with care.

© 1991, 1994, 1995, All rights reserved.

Tallest Mirror

By Michael Ateek

The poets sat very upright,
Despite their lack of singing talent,
I stood up, and read strong and loud,
I'll call my oration clear and valiant.

The tallest poetess was in diamond,
She had the largest mirror on her chest,
The gates of her soul never got to my seat,
She shut them to realities test.

Hand painted to look like people,
They were amazingly dull,
Every mirror effect under a steeple.

They were as diverse as the sixties,
One robot wore clothes from a hippie,
Another looked like a politician,
A criminal with his paint dripping.

They were so layered in color,
My words didn't penetrate past,
I spoke about valor and faith,
They stared at me and laughed.
I started for home dejected,
But I wasn't completely lifeless,
The politicians had turned to black magic,
But that was the sixties crisis.
I decided to reinvent life,
I collected my friends the mechanics,
They knew about satanic politicians,
Burying their culture wasn't a panic.

Our upbringing wasn't automated,
Before the loss of freedom,
The nation of faith was operational,
Then a devil got temporary redeeming.

We hadn't marched since the sixties,
Our hands grasped picket signs anew,
They screamed louder than any cutting diamond,
Unresigned to the government pew.

© 1991, 1994, 1995, 2019, All rights reserved.

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