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Independent Writer of English Literature & Fine Artist
Meryl Yeo, Yawen
Actually written & illustrated by a person (me! As above, and below)
*Registered in Switzerland without a say, as:
Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo*
(formerly aka Mrs. Michael Schindhelm 2019-2024)
My numbers have changed.
I’m an Independent writer of Literature, and Fine Artist from Singapore (non-Government), entirely self-funded and self-directed.
Trueorigin is my Channel Name,
Conceived of by myself in Australia in 2012 as a sole proprietor;
It’s never been a Family name.
It’s unrelated to any other individual or group.
I’m firmly non-AI. There’s a man trying to take credit for my work by saying that I’m AI and/or making it out to seem like I answer to them. Also I don’t get why people would get suspicious when I’m seen to work on a laptop to rush some planning bits on the go, as if they’ve never heard of a female digital nomad, then make rude demands to see my work when I’m technically on holiday and would hardly be hauling my completed works around like I’m trying to hawk something. Honestly this AI thing is just a new excuse not to pay the original authors and inventors, press us into the ground to try and force us to abandon everything and run while they take over our material and claim they’re the author/inventors. It’s also irresponsible to peddle this AI scare stuff to sell more ranso… I mean, security related tech. I was born at Gleneagles hospital in Singapore, and have scans from a private hospital showing my biology dating back decades ago.
I’m independent and operating completely on my own savings. It’s my own money. I was a business owner while in Switzerland, in Art & Culture. I’m in no way being taken care of.
I have never authorized any sale and/or release of my transcripts, recordings, material and/or likeness at any time, whether in part or full. I have never consented to be recorded in my private time and/or space. I’ve never consented to have my private time monetized by any parties in any manner, shape and/or form. It’s totally irresponsible for anyone to hawk my unpublished works as non-consensual recordings and/or grabs from text drafts claiming it’s their mom’s old/ leftover recordings or something, when my stuff’s all obviously completely brand new material/IP that’s never been published. I have never had kids, real or adopted. I’m the real person in question, not some kind of separate individual who has taken up someone else’s case as a lawyer or something. I’m speaking up for myself, this is being done to me. I’m alone. One person. I’m having to do my own transfer alone hauling around ridiculous amounts of archival-ISO compliant paper that’s killing my baggage weight limits (but obviously I’m doing well health-wise in spite of all, thriving throughout this nonsense in fact but just have to get off the ground), but not 11108 because Switzerland wouldn’t sell me any as I was leaving and Sweden only sells b2b. I feel like how shareware made me feel in the 90’s when I was trying to figure out how to send money to the indie developer and no one would tell me.
Swiss authorities have to follow my Singapore birth certificate (I was born in Gleneagles hospital). My biological mother and biological father both have to be exactly the same as on my birth certificate. They can’t issue one ID for my boobs as one person, and a different ID for my uterus as a different person, each with only one correct biological parent — and yes, that’s clearly seen on my Swiss medical records. I have the proof.
People can believe and do whatever they want for themselves. As long as they’re not seriously expecting to force me into anything outside of what we’ve agreed. If they’re going to bring in something from 3rd world countries, which are incompatible with First World countries, why did they even leave those third world countries and insist on forcing themselves on First World citizens. Why didn’t they stay back there if they wanted to continue practicing such incompatible “cultures” that break their own laws? Why did they lie that they were ready - they want to have their cake and eat it, too I suppose? Choice necessarily implies informed consent. It’s in their own prevailing data laws. If they only wanted the privilege and say they have it made, just to make an industry or three out of doing terrible things to people especially those with temporarily less means and/or resources, to put everyone down and make sure no one else makes it, tell everyone what they can/can’t do or be, instead of using it to lift others and help make the world a better place, why are they even allowed to keep that privilege when they’re abusing it with impunity and using it to make everyone less free, have less choice, less possibility to carry out our own plan and live the life we choose. No one is interested in changing their minds, but these maladaptives want to forcibly change everyone’s minds to only do what they want. People like myself just want the freedom to live our own lives according to our own vision, find our own meaning, and express ourselves to the fullest extent. If they really wanted to know anything about that vision and/or meaning, or how far I’ve gotten, what any number of my works mean, what I’m wanting to do next, or if I’d like to do something together, they could just ask.
I’m a private individual, non-government, non-partisan. I produce works based on my real life lived, experiences & encounters, and publicly available data — if certain individuals feel my works are of interest to them, we’re all free to make free and transparent agreements within the First World, respecting the prevailing laws of consent & free will.
I’m in Australia at the moment 200m from the coast, healing by spending my days doing the things I want to experience, the way I want to. Figured I’d invest a few digits in me and find/open the door myself (I say it is and it’s true), rather than waste away figuring out how to do my own transfers from afar and banging on someone else’s doors that they plan on keeping shut. Cooking the way I want (to the chagrin of some of the Airbnb folks who were expecting the placid tourist, not the digital nomad who’s tart — as in the edgy adjective, not the greasy noun — I did everyone a favour and transferred myself out before I ultimately proved/revealed I was the one with the least f***s to give this month under that roof which was to be avoided since I have nothing against them and no quarrel with them) — wild-caught, 100% pastured, non-homogenized fare; usually local and/or farm-fresh, sometimes organic, sometimes cold-pressed, organic bone broths and custom roast beans (flirting with Silipo this week, aptly 5 x single origin. That’s all the flirting I’ve been doing in recent years but suits me fine, right now I like my drama plated, fire on the stovetops and deep in my soul just for me. Call me selfish.). Quiet triumph. Always picked by myself, done on my own dime. 14.5g/100g protein bronze-cut pastas (texture texture texture). Cooking and grazing from somebody’s luxury Airbnb ..backroom. Hah. They’re charging 3x the price of a hotel room these parts for a compact backroom with a half kitchen and part-private entrance (I had to jam the door), so save me any lecture. Paper-thin walls in these parts. Long grazing brunches by nature on my laptop. eBay package arrived, guffawed at the red logos plastered all over that box — it looked more defensive to me than offensive, like it was going for that kind of space. I liked the kookaburras at my last stopover, until I realized they weren’t just curious and happy to see me but to stare at me until I dropped my lunch loot. Sneaky little rascals. Life mirrors.
Seems like I’m revving back to life, and back to writing now. More soon.
Regardless of where you’re at in life at any given point, the only real constant is that one same person you have to live with and face in your moments alone - your Self.
In future, everything will be traceable right down to the very last author, every human being, every strand. Everything else falls away in time, revealing all. There is only one objective truth. The most valuable “things” will be of our unique and unadulterated human expression and spirit, from authentically lived human experience and real memories that nothing external can corrupt. All the the people who stand most to gain from destroying humanity, who throw people under the bus, wish hard that they can get away with it, write any human being off as AI — well they’d better be prepared to fail hard too, ’cause they’ve grossly misassessed the future and what it means to be in it. They are all eyes that fail to see, they are all ears everywhere but are never able hear the music of the ever-moving, ever-shaking world that exists and continues despite all, in spite of all. I refuse to take on their bitterness. I will stay open and show up for myself in a way that makes me proud with the satisfaction that I’ve done what’s right for me. And for what it’s worth, here I come with pen and brush as sword. :>
I will announce my projects exclusively here on trueorigin.net.
There are many copycats, but only one .Net
Yes, I still like retro video games.
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