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  • My Story Matters

    Good morning,

    Interested in what Healing Justice looks like? We have lifted some kinks, got rid of the bugs, handled the bad apples, education, and highlighting the fine things in life.

    Researching the truth, and understanding what our vision really is; was/ to present. It takes time to get to your true potential. We want our youth to understand the risks of substance use, emphasizing the risks, safety, security. Do you want to end up here? Do you want to stay with your family? Do you want to stay in school? Do you want to have choices? Do you enjoy fresh underwear? Socks?

    Youth, adults, most are becoming reliant on technology. It is an amazing tool. Look I am using it right now! Yet, we are becoming complacent to ones true feelings, mindfulness, and being real cruel behind the mask of the screen. Most would not say the things they say “bullying” online. They would not start fights but they feel so mighty behind the phone, and digitally belittling you.

    Our suicide rates are high, in particular Utah. The place I reside. I am from California, Land of Gracious Living. I learned a lot of developing ways concepts, law, social skills, networking, music therapy, art therapy, nature loving, water thriving, fine dining, specialities, skills, hats, roles, projects, mercy house.

    I have been a person with a big heart from a young age. I saw a man riding around without a seat on his bike and it was duck taped. I remember wishing I could help him. I would see him every morning before school. Then I stopped seeing him. I hope that was a sign he moved up. He turned that bike into beauty. The bike that fueled his way to 988. That is where my story begins as well.

    DCFS took my kids away for reporting abuse. They gave them to two individuals that are complete idiots. Pardon my French, but reality. One is a severe alcoholic. That has never cared about anyone other than himself. The other a true psychopath. The two of them would not even be in the same room together prior to me leaving the second sperm donor. They teamed up after I found a disturbing recording on my childs tablet. I started to find more and more “clues”. One was when I went to collect my belongings that had been thrown outside and my kids possessions when I decided to leave to live with my parents.

    “She kept waking up. You kept waking up. So, I left.”

    Written on wedding card. A card that I would save. I saved cards that loved ones gave me. I would hold onto the beauty of what I had. Longed for the peace I saw others having. The pain I felt with being locked in the house. Afraid to tell my truth. My reality. My kids and I would use music, art, dance, fun, nature, to get out of the haunted house. We would put on Sunflower, Circles, KISS, Watermelon Sugar, Golden. We would immediately shift in a happy mood. We would grab a cake pop. I would pump our day up. We would be re-energized to take on the day. Even though we lived in hell.

    I called 988. I called 988 after I felt was ready to throw in the towel. They were torturing me more when I left. More when I reported. More when I just wanted freedom. I was incarcerated for being honest. For being the best mom possible. Being the strong one. Why would you choose him? Them? They lied on the witness stand? against a state worker. AG coercing me to sign a document that I never actually signed because they thought they were messing with an idiot like them. I instead wrote ” Your name”. They did not catch on until two weeks later. What did they do in those two weeks?

    I reported abuse, rape, trafficking. Yet, I was arrested. I did not see my child for a year. I did not see my children, I had to get therapy, do UA’s. Check in with probation. Ankle Monitor. Health problems. Mental Health treatment X 2. Family traumatized. Money drained. Unable to find job. Then what do you think we do if you strip that all away? They paint you into the picture of whats to come. Then they say, see she is this, or that.

    They force into submission to crime. Sell your body. Sell drugs. Sell your soul.

    I decided to struggle, and lead a non-profit. That is where the true cherry on top lives. That is another circus we can discuss as well. “Recovery Community”, hilarious, far from that in some ways. More like lets go back to middle school.

    Healing is important when one has experienced trauma, pain, abuse, malicious prosecution, violation of rights. I have been discriminated against in many areas. The latest is Draper, and Salt Lake City, Utah.

    Human Rights Commission, is far from that. It is more like a group of individuals pretending to care, where a fancy badge, and yet do nothing to actually help within the area of human rights. I am down to help support the criminal justice and communicated how I have helped shape, mold, more humanly rights within an area that goes far from that. I will discuss all of this on our blog, specials, big screen, shorts, serious, series. Reality is that you truly do not know me. You know a fragment of my story.

    I only choose to show you what I want. I do this to protect myself, family, people, circles, from getting exposed to the ones that want me dead. They have threatened interns, workers, leaders, attorneys, they have swayed professionals that are law to violate law not for the good of the people to hurt babies, make profit of my body, and sell videos against my rights. Does that sound like they are doing good work?

    Why would you reward that?

    Why would you condone bad behavior?

    Stay tuned, more to come. What is Hape?

  • Healing Through Love

    Research 2025:

    Hello! Channae here. I have been working really hard at creating a safe space for ones that have had hardships, traumas, mental health struggles, maliciously prosecuted, and/ or heart broken. Some of the times the blind fold we had on was better than facing some of the nasty scars. I have seen all the ugly we hide behind. It is ok to have darkness. It is ok to have a past. The point is to move north and let the shame subside from the hurt.

    Some of the researching I have been doing really affected me negatively. Some has helped me develop a curriculum to help us move through. The heart ache will always be there from the memories I have lived. The guilt is no longer a part of me. I want to help you to get in the same way, the new path.

    The new path home. The new path to your golden day. The new path towards finding your purpose. The day one that you are looking for. The signs and symbols that needed more navigation. The circles that you know in your soul to trust is because of your intuition. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, fool me another there might be some bugs needed to be examined. Tightening up the cracks. Building the bridge to your bright days presently, and in your future.

    I was seeing in this research that our systems of care were lacking just that, care. I was seeing advocates chattering about another one like them going through hard times. I was seeing mean girl mentality instead of community support. If one makes you triggered just by their face, you may need to do some serious searching to find your light.

    Memories always stay. Moving on, in, and upward is the way through. Healing Us through are my words to the jam blaring from my record player. The canvas to the creation of whats to come. What is behind, and what is the way over the rainbow. Differences make us unique. That is the whole point. We are not meant to be similar, we are all individually speaking, special. Be the star you are meant to be and help someone else see similar in this beautiful world we live on.

    *Research Approved by North Star Review Board 2025

  • Death, The Tower, and 6 of Pentacles.

    The feelings you feel when your whole world stops and you can not catch your breath. Breathe in, and out.

    Statement of Purpose, Accountability, and Healing.

    I am writing this to be understood, because understanding is the foundation of trust. You have created systems where “we” are accountable to “you,” yet there is no hierarchy in livelihood. We are equal. We are meant to treat one another with kindness, respect, and honesty. When something is unclear, we ask questions. We disclose information. Transparency is essential for trust, especially for individuals like me who have been harmed by systems meant to protect them.

    I did not trust you. At times, I even began to lose trust in my own mother, who has been an exceptional parent. That is the level of damage systems can cause.

    I have witnessed systems create monsters instead of healing people, criminals instead of citizens, exploitation instead of accountability. These systems are fueled by dirty money, power, and silence. If you cannot understand solutions that could save millions of lives, solutions grounded in research, ethics, and lived experience, then you are part of the problem.

    I have researched this work for years. My research has been approved by the North Star Board Review. I operate within the law. I remain accountable to oversight. Safety and security are my highest priorities. HIPAA has always been respected in my work. Yet I have repeatedly witnessed others violate ethics, protocols, leadership, contracts, and even the law, often without consequence.

    I have been hurt, abandoned, and left fighting for my life while others turned away and chased what was shiny instead of what was right. My background was scrutinized without context, despite the fact that it was intentionally shaped to expose those who abuse power and neglect care.

    I have seen my name forged. My data erased. I have seen lies told by those claiming to serve others, while I had people verifying their actions. This is why strict risk management matters, especially when offering second and third chances. Accountability must exist alongside compassion.

    Healing By Objectives is an evolutionary, evidence-informed model that works. Even when participants dislike me personally, the structure teaches them to stay accountable, avoid harmful behavior, and correct errors. The results speak for themselves.

    The core mission is simple: implement trauma-informed care into the criminal justice system.

    I have created an apprenticeship program for individuals exiting incarceration, offering a legitimate pathway into healing work. By completion, lived-experience professionals earn four certifications, alongside rigorous training in ethics, boundaries, de-escalation, resources, and real-world exposure. This is how we transform pain into purpose.

    I want people to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I always have, even when I wanted to die, and still struggle daily due to the torture my family and I endured. I could choose revenge. I could create more harm. I have seen how easily that happens. But I choose the light, every time.

    I never committed the crimes I was accused of. Those false claims destroyed my future—despite my education, licenses, businesses, and properties. Meanwhile, those in power who behave unethically remain untouched. What lesson does that teach a child? Hypocrisy breeds harm.

    I refuse to live by “do as I say, not as I do.” Integrity matters.

    I have seen theft, sexual violence, murder, exploitation, and corruption, often protected by silence. I have lived many lives: survivor, partner, educator, artist, researcher, advocate. I am Native, mystic, LDS, a bridge between worlds. Trauma redirected my path, but it also clarified my purpose: to stop the loss of life by healing people instead of discarding them.

    Triggers don’t disappear. Memories surface through smells, sounds, and moments I never asked for. Yet I keep going. Much of this work has been self-funded. Grants and donations are scarce. If I stop, the burden shifts to already-overwhelmed systems—and more people fall through the cracks.

    What happens when the same people enforcing the law are secretly contributing to harm? Confusion. Distrust. Collapse.

    People are judged for being different—poor, unclean, mentally ill, culturally unfamiliar. That judgment is the disease. If someone seeks help, they deserve dignity. We are not better than them; we are them.

    Bad behavior should never be rewarded. Good work should be recognized. Saying “I don’t know” should be normalized. Laziness and indifference are spreading faster than care.

    We need libraries, nature, recycling programs, community centers, wellness spaces, places where people can reconnect and shine.

    I am a survivor. A warrior. Education and love are how we get through this together. Healing is not optional anymore, it is necessary.

  • My Story Matters

    My Story Matters

    My story Matters classes held at the JBO office help our team and others align with thier vision and passions.

    Visions. Visionaries are within all of us! What do you see in your vision to create change?

    If you had a magic wand, what would you change within our criminal justice system?

    We’re deeply grateful for this incredible program, it has given so many of us the tools to reflect, rewrite, and reclaim our stories. Whether it’s creating a new vision, reframing our purpose, or simply finding hope again, My Story Matters continues to be a life-changing resource for our community.