Please Sign my Petition to help me get my facebook account back: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/803/925/273/tell-facebook-to-give-dana-ludeking-back-casey-heinzism-account/ – Dana Ludeking aka Mother Nature
I am no longer on facebook, I am done.
“./c Facebook what you have done to me! You have done to yourselves. This Train don’t stop here anymore! You promised I could have two accounts. Then you said I could not, then you promised to reactivate my other account, if I told you which one I wanted permanently deleted. You did not keep your promise. So since you have now interfered with my business and friendships with your lies. I am done with you and joining boycott lists. This Train don’t stop here anymore! I will miss my friends and family.. But I am not putting up with social networks that do not CARE about their members who are making themselves rich with all their little ads. It is official, I am done with facebook unless they restore my Casey Heinzism account. Otherwise from this point on “DNatureofDTrain Casey Jones Heinzism” is not pulling into the station and stopping here anymore. I hope and pray all my friends family and fans have a good and blessed journey in life. It’s time I move on. I will miss you! Hopefully we will connect elsewhere, or facebook will reconsider and actually take action to restore my other account. Until Then as this song sings.. I am not stopping here anymore. I am moving on. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PO0x8pW-ATY” – Dana Ludeking
You can connected with me as DNatureofDTrain on Zurker.com and on twitter.com or caycejones on care2.com..
My facebook wall activity will resume on my own pages: http://wall.dnatureofdtrain.com . As well as on these blogs:
I am sorry I had to leave facebook, but I can not continue to support a service that refused to restore my account so I could at least get my material and archives off of it.
-My other Blogs which will replace my facebook activity as well.
DNatureofDTrains favorite news and sharing: http://dnatureofdtrain.wordpress.com/
Casey Heinzisms blog for sharing: http://caseyheinzism.wordpress.com/
Heinzism Heinzist Tribe our Peace Keeping Rails http://heinzism.wordpress.com/
Mother Nature . us com: http://mothernatureus.wordpress.com/
.. I still have not decided on a replacement for the Casey Jones fan page, if I am going to make a blog for that or just make a webpage with the shoutbox.. but for now that activity will be on my wall, and many times the archives of the shoutbox activity the best of them will make it to blog posts.
Until facebook restores my Casey Heinzism account, I am no longer doing business with them, and I am in an official boycott.
Dana’s sharebook: “Your share has been sent to 7976 people in your friends network and has been added to your sharebook” http://www.care2.com/c2c/share/sharebook/826826387
Everyone who has my Casey Heinzism facebook account friended.. Please unfriend it and change your passwords immediately.
My Casey Heinzism facebook account was hacked and stolen last night. I used security lock so .. not I can not seem to unlock it because when it tells me to identify friends its showing my friends I do not really know or its showing me images of Trains and dogs, like I can identify my facebook friends on that. And Because Casey Heinzism is my writers pen name I can not really post identifying documents to get it back at this time…
Also my namecheap.com has been stolen.. so I can not access my domain names dnatureofdtrain.com, mothernature.us.com, and heinzism.com .. I have notified name cheap and hopefully they can help me get my domain names back.
I have also reported all this theft to the authorities. They also stole my yahoo and gmail but I managed to get them back.
- Casey Heinzism
My mom came in my room to wake me up. As soon as she opened the door,
I jumped out of bed ready to attack. My mom said, “Come on Case-time
to get up.” Then she walked away humming an Irish tune. I got up and
put on a green shirt and some blue jeans, as I did this I was
remembering what I had done the day before. I remembered fighting and
being harassed as Mother Nature, a nickname I was widely known as.
That same day, one of my kindergarten friends, K., told me I should
write some songs about nature since I liked it so much. During my
second hour class with Mrs. D, we had to write poems. My
favorite was my, “I Like Spring” poem, that I wrote in Mrs. J’s
third grade class.
Right when I sat down I heard myself repeat the poem rhythmically.
Now, I thought, I have the words and rhythm now I need the tune. I
thought of all my favorite songs. Including Prince’s “Purple Rain”,
Beach Boys “Kokomo”, Bangle’s “Eternal Flame”, and tunes I made up
myself. I combined bits and pieces to make my new song. I was singing
different different combinations until R, my bus driver told me
“Shut up and be quiet!” (she told me that everyday.. but that was
Finally, I got off the bus and took some deep breaths, while asking
Jesus why I had to keep fighting and telling him I don’t want to
fight. (I also pray to let G-d know that I forgive those that hurt
me, as long as he forgives me for making it even.) That kid and his
school bag, Had jumped out at me again. He would wait until I was
about to come around a corner, and he would lose his school bag full
of hard books, and then swing it at me. I managed to dodge him and I
ran a crossed the playground to find a supervisor. Once again, no one
was out there.
I ran toward the M Elementary school building to escape a small mob
of boys chasing me with sticks. I did not want to fight is why I ran.
I was tired of fighting. I ran into the first grade school hall
doorways it was dark, and by bad luck ran into Mrs. B.. She
started to yell at me because I was in the building before the bell
rang. I yelled back at the same tone she used at me, “The Boys are
trying to beat up me!” She yelled. “I don’t care get back outside!”
“What about the Boyz?”
(hearing that I knew I had to go back out and fight.) I ran down the
hallway as fast as I could, as I approached the doors saw the boys
standing there. I kicked open the doors and bumped my knee really
hard on that bar in between them as I let out my famous shout.
(I never new the origin of this shout
until this year. It’s Liono’s Hoooooo! shout from the thundercats
combined with an old Indian warcry..in my own style.)
I always thought the supervisors were some kind of devils because most of the
time they would not help me, but always seemed to work against me and
twist the incidences around to be always my fault.
The boys scattered as I shot out of the building. That is when I
realized, what a nice day it was. When I wasn’t fighting for my life
dodging sharp sticks, rocks, and paper Chinese stars with pins in
them, I walked around looking for my friends, and trying to finish
the song. This was one of the bad mornings. I fought all morning,
Even standing in line on the way into school, I had to be prepared to
defend myself, against sudden slaps, hits, or kicks. (I ticked them
all off. I absolutely refused to cry out in pain, and show my disgust.
The best defense I learned it to act like it did not happen or giggle
and say Awh.. thank you. I love you too. To fire back with nice
compliments and remarks. They did not know what to do or think when I
did this. Or just suddenly strike them flat on their butt, and begone
before they look up at where you were. Bought me a few moments of
Finally I was safe in the classroom with some friends and people who
cared. I was still mentally trying to make up this tune. I couldn’t
stop if I tried. Time passed on and I went to Mrs. D’s Language
and working on poetry. (This is my 5th grade poetry on my poetry
page. DNatureofDTrain.com site.) Then I went to Mrs. B’s
class to work on my division. (~math work of the devil yuck.~)
Finally my favorite class, Science with Mr. B.. Before I entered his
room I was in another fight. (I thought by then I had forgot about
the song.) When I sat down the room was completely quiet except for
my singing and tapping. I didn’t even realize that I was doing it.
In a normal class you would be told to be quiet. Mr. B. was handing
out a science test, on labeling the parts of the flower. Out of the
blue, I started to sing really loud. Everyone started giggling and
saying my name. Mr. B. had a classroom rule, for test days, that if
you hummed you would have to get up in front of the class and sing.
I got up while Mr. B. gave me a strange look. I said, “Do I have to-
ah?” He said, “Yes, you have to sing and dance for us!”
“What did you say? Dance?”
“uh.. But How can I dance when I don’t have a tune uh yet?”
“Casey, go dance now or you will have to do it after school!”
I let out a quick sigh, and paced back and forth a couple of times
across ed the front of the classroom.” Suddenly a different beat came
into my head, and I started to dance it out, and notice a part in the
floor was hpllow and made a different sound. Then I looked at Mr. B.
again. He said, “Now or After school Casey..”
“Now are you ready?”
::sighs in disbelief::
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
People were talking.
” If you want me to, it’s got to be quiet, total silence!”
It seemed at an instance everything was quiet except people
whispering you can do it! Go Casey!. (it was the boys who normally
mock me… but I took it in good nature.)
Then I did:
(I like Spring, and the Nature Rap. by DNatureofDTrain (c)1990)
Link to hear DNatureofDTrain as an adult singing it:
(rapped and stomped on the floor doing the jazz square)
Hey yo! … I like Naturah….
more than anything in the world… in… the world… so you come
with me to the land of the free yeah-ha-a-ah!
And sang. with a spontaneous dance.
I like Spring Summer and Fall,
But I like Spring best of all.
What I like best about Spring,
is when the Birds begin to sing.
When the grass does grow green,
the prettiest flowers to be seen.
Daaaaaa tada datatadata daaaaataataa Da ta data tadata da ta duh.
Watch the geese flying in a V,
as they all fly over me,
and that’s the way it always runs
time to end my singing fun!
Hey yo I like Nature more than anything in the world
in the world, and you just came with me to the land of the free
I started to fastwalk toward my desk in the back of the room.
Everyone in class was clapping and cheering. Mr. B. called me back up
front, and asked me, “How many years have you been doing this?” I
replied, “Just now.”
“No when did you make it up?”
“Okay.. I wrote some of the words in third grade, and the tune, and the rest all
He couldn’t believe me. He asked the class if they wanted me to do it
They did. I do not know how I could since it was all spontaneous. But
I did it again.
He called off the test, and asked others if they
wanted to sing or dance something in front of the class. (I was
already had my flower labeled, and had the back of the test covered
with drawing of flowers and teeny weeny railroad crossing signs.) A
few other students did there’s, but Mr. B would not quit
bringing the classes attention back to mine. He told me since the
class loved it so much. I had to do this dance everyday, once in his
first hour class, and then I had to do it in my science class before
I went home.
It zipped around the school in a hurry about my dance. I did not want
to do it. But shortly learned I could get out of fighting by doing
so. It was Friday. When we came back to school on Monday, people told
me they had my tune in their head still, and Mr. B was humming
Over the weekend I had forgot about it, until at first hour on
Mon. after people were begging me.
I went to the supervisor to get people to leave me alone. Oh what help that was. She wanted to see the dance, and made me do it. I ended up doing this little ditty at least once doing each break, and in other people’s classrooms. They
all loved it. I entered it into the talent contest BS. I am just about everyone was disappointed I did not make it in with it. I wore make-up and a green dress because people wanted to see Mother Nature sing “the Nature Song”. It got boring and tiring… and wore me out.
By this time I had almost completely lost touch with myself, and had thought of me as mother nature. For those who really knew me, were kinda worried, when I would refuse to talk trains, and instead recite many statistics and would just constantly teach about the environment. I hated singing my song all the time, and even missed the bus a few times by doing so. When I got on the bus.. hehehe ):)
… I sat in the front seat and sang it as loud as I could. Our
bus driver ragged on every rider for no reason at all. So I got my
payback, and was pleased. Later on, my friends, and people were
telling me about the malls new advertisement.
“I like Spring, Summer, and Fall but what I like best is going to the Mall”
and I would see other signs around town pop up like that…. coincidence maybe?…
But my friends and I don’t think so.
The year was 1988, when I did this. Someone in chat the other night mentioned an older
“I like Spring song.”? I never heard it that I remember. But I did listen to
80′s and oldeys all the time in gradeschool. So I hope my proud
little ditty, was not a take off from someone elses writing. (in all
truth Dad helped me write that poem in third grade.) It was all there
already, the ideas and rhyme, but my conjuctions, grammar, and
spelling were off. The rap part was completely spontaneous. I can
still do this dance and song today if I wanted to.
Mother Nature For a Nickname.
I was born on October 25th, 1979. My biological mother
always said that I had Indian (today they call it Native American) in me. Then at the age of six, I was adopted to the L’s, and went to Milton Schools. I always liked to
tell people about dreams I had. Sometimes they did not understand that what II was telling them was a dream, instead as… something that I believed in or was real. (I would talk fast, and people would miss alot of what I was saying. I also had a crossbite and a sever speech impediment)
I was in 3rd grade, and during lunch recess had decided to tell my latest dream.
To a small group of friends, We gathered almost daily for a small walk down the school yard to share each of our dreams then split ways. I was known to go group to group, talking a little bit with everyone, in between trying to suvive for my life, swinging, or dreaming of railroading, staring at the Milton House and the Railroad Tracks.
We walked down to the end of the grade school
soccer fields and all sat under some trees, in the south East of the school yard in the grass. There were also about 9 or 10 other students who just started
Taggin’ along and stood around eaves dropping. I told them this:
“I had a dream that I was sitting in the woods at my sacred place, and was just enjoying nature. Suddenly a lady with white hair appeared. She said, ” I am your great grandmother. You have been chosen, to carry the powers of nature.”….”By the time you are 20 years old you will be the real Mother of your own unique Nature. With this you will be an unstoppable warrior.” The Lady then walked away into the grass and disapeered.”
Then I woke up.
I saw the tag alongs run off as fast as they could a crossed the field back to the play yard. before I said the words
“Then Iwoke up.”
I talked with my friends and they told me I was crazy, and you don’t believe this.. I told them it was only a dream, and I thought that it was neat.
Word got around and next thing I new, I had a new nickname. I was called Mother Nature by almost everyone, and I led on with that nickname to take the harassment off of my real name. So when I fought or did something daring, I had used the name Mother Nature. Once in a great while, someone still calls me by that name.
(But, due to reasons of Post Traumatic stress, I ask people who approach me on the streets to not call me Mother Nature, unless it is agreed to ahead of time, or unless it is a Mother Nature planned public event. Which will be Rare.. Mother Nature prefers to hang just in nature with animals, and to be left alone.)
I had now graduated from Milton with the class of 99 YAY! No more being bound to the Milton school District!…. But my sisters still go to school there. On day in 1998, a sister who is 9… in the grade school (4th or 5th grade) Had asked me if I was that Mother Nature person they talk about all the time. The discussion came up into the kitchen, She said,
“Hey you are weird like that Mother Nature they always talk about…… My other sisters looked at her like what? I did too……. (one of those silverware all hitting the table moments…) So variations of things I did and stories I told for protection, are still floating around the Milton School District, in the student body. I am alright with that.. I think it is neat to be a school yard legend, as long as people are not using what I did to cause harm or issues.
I ask my little brother if he’s heard anything… His eyes got wide opened and he said, ” Yeah! she’s scary, chases all the boys away….very.. scary… man.” I could not help but laugh because that is the same words many of my peers, and classmates used to say,
“You are scary, you chase all the boys away… you are one scary person. I wish I could do what you do. You are weird.”
Good news is my little tricks, and stories, finally stopped most of the physical fights from carrying on into my Middle School…. But the Bad News is…
“Who would want to date that Mother Nature Chick… She’s scary.”
I decided to tell you all this story cause when I refer to my Mother Nature days or you ever hear me make referances to that. That is where I got the nickname from. The Mother Nature Days are from 3rd to 5th grade. (age 9-11) Fifth grade wore me out cause I was tired of having to learn and be, the know it all, Mother Nature, who wears make-up and feministic stuff. (I never totally gave into
pressure. But I was getting positive attention and my friends thought it would be
awesome if I dressed how Mother Nature should look .) .. But my ideas of how she looke did not match what the public wanted. They wanted a pretty lil girl in a dress with make-up. I wanted to dress as Tom Boy, no make up, and all natural cotton clothes. .. I thought Mother Nature should be wearing muscle shirts, and Jeans, or shorts….. I had other more native styles of dress views.. and if it was a dress involved it should be a Hawaiian grass skirt.
One thing people would aske me daily was,
“If you are Mother Nature doesn’t that Mean you are married to Father Time.?”
This really upset me, because I thought of Father Time was God, and did not want to be married to God…
Besides I really was a Tom Boy, and I got so sick of being called Mother and putting on this little feminist show show they would finallly leave me alone.
After awhile, i learned, I could not please them no matter what I did. They got angry because I would not let them call me Mother Nature. I was really a major Tom Boy, and did not want to continue on with this girly crap. I didn’t care how
others dressed and looked, and wanted people to not care about how I looked. But no matter what, I could never get out of the center of attention. And it was not good attention. It was very negative attention. I got to thinking that attention was bad, and tried to do all I could to withdrawl and be a loner. Turns out that my so called friends were just using me. I only had 2-3 real friends and they were not very good ones. (One was using me to be popular and the others were fake friend’s the school system and my parent’s set up to be my friends.. They were suppose to be helping me with my issue of “telling bizarre stories, they were doing the opposite and encouraging me to make up things they could tell there friends. that I totally said, when most was what they said and I just add jokes to it to giggle.. I had no idea this all had happened or was going on unto year 2011 when some documents about this landed into my hands accidentally.)
I am not a happy-go-lucky person all the time, and through things I write about my past you can see what kinds of things trigger certain responses in me. I had some good times and some bad times with the Nickname Mother Nature. If
someone calls me that name, they have to be very careful at how they say it. As if it is said in a certain way, it will automatically trigger my alertness to fight, defend, scare off, and suspicion…. of who says it. My friends claimed it brought on a totally different personality …who knows.
At first years later, I did not talk to my therapist about the Mother Nature days.. and would not.. Id later on tell her about some incidents but not all the details.
Now I only use that name in Magickal practices. I guess it’s meant to be. Yes, that dream came true. I am the the Mother of Nature alright. But I am the Mother of my Own Different, and Totally Unique Nature, and I am also wide known for respect, and fighting things that are not right like stereotypes, and things that should not ever be said.
(c) 2013 DNatureofDTrain Dana Ludeking All rights reserved
I apologisie I just removed a post that was meant for my DNaturofDtrain Railroad News sharing blog: http://dnatureofdtrain.wordpress.com/ ..