I have asked my public defender, several times, to make motions to protect my son and allow documentation of things, and to prevent his being harmed. I also told the lawyer my son needed an MRI because of his bizarre eye problems, which have still been ongoing.
Today, my son literally thought he saw something purple, a large purple spot on my nose. He was not acting. He looked and thought he saw something and pointed it out. I said, "I don't know honey, maybe I accidentally marked myself with a pen
I went to the bathroom and there was nothing on my nose, not even a pen mark, and my 3 1/2 year old son literally believed there was something, a "spot" on my nose that was purple. He was also distressed about even having a small cough and wanted my comfort, and when he coughed, it wasn't just a normal cough, his eyes watered and it was like it hurt his eyes.
I want JUSTICE NOW.
When I left the visit, the monitor Anne, said, "Okee-Doke". The first time I ever said anything like this, was in front of the other monitor, Sue. I said, to my son, "Okee-dokee-artichokee" and I heard Sue audibly gasp behind me. I didn't know what the big deal was. Then my uncle mocked me over the phone, the one who has my son, saying, "Okee-dokee" and repeating things I've said.
My aunt and uncle Avila are gangsters. They should not have my son and they do not protect him. They call themselves christians and are some of the biggest hypocrites I've met, doing everything in their own power, to keep my son from the mother he loves and chooses to be with.
Back to "okee-dokee", I said this in combination with "Artichokee" and the monitor practically freaked out. Now, I'm beginning to wonder why, after reading about experiments and abuse of children by the U.S. under gang auspice, and after reading about Project MK-Ultra and Project Artichoke.
Today, after the visit was over, the new monitor said, "Okee-Doke!" as she was leaving, for absolutely no good reason at all.
My son has shown up throwing up, with throw up on his breath, with a burning smell on his breath, with his eyes hurting him repeatedly, and now he's SEEING things that are not there, and this is on top of having headaches and being ill for so long.
I petitioned my lawyer, AND the state workers, over and over, to get an MRI of my son and they have done NOTHING.
I asked my own attorney to at LEAST get a motion for his medical care, MRI, and also to get a motion to allow audio recording, and this ASSHOLE, whose firm's persons are associated with the Department of Defense, has done NOTHING. All they have done is LIE and allow abuse of a child to continue and my public defender doesn't even WANT to meet my son.
He doesn't care.
My son is being abused and traumatized and wants his MOTHER and these FUCKERs
Are going to hell and I really, tonight, I hope something very bad happens to your own children and unborn children. I hope that someone somewhere will repay each and every person involved in blocking justice and allowing abuse to continue, I hope they suffer personally and God willing, their relatives and children suffer. As many as possible. I pray to GOD, this night, this night I pray to God that the "peace" is broken and justice is unleashed to repay those who have harmed my son and allowed harm to continue. There has NEVER been peace for my son. There has been peace for the criminals and liars and those who are corrupt, but there has never been peace of mind or peace for my son. May God give you what you deserve, all of you.
For this many people to be complicit, for this long, is inexcusable.
I gave you peace and grace and forgiveness and you could not even hold to the basic laws you are sworn to uphold. You are corrupt and should be driven out, by the same manner you have tried to drive others out.
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I did pray. I prayed to God, for the first time, in years, for revenge, but for His revenge "Vengaance is mine saith the Lord, I will repay." I cried, and I thought about my son and this corruption, and I know God sees my son. I have NO one to help me but God. I prayed for miscarriages for those who have mocked me who have unborn children, I prayed for ill health and I prayed for absolute retribution to those who have mocked God and done nothing for me and my son. I prayed, and David and the psalms came to mind, "oh God, how long will you allow these corrupt peole to mock you and mock me; how long will you allow us to suffer; you know that I am faithful to you and you alone." I thought about the Psalms and felt my prayer is of righteous anger and justified and then the name or word "carmine" came to mind. Whatever that is. I am going to, for the first time in my life, put all of my prayer energy into praying for calamity to come to those who have perverted the course of justice and harmed my son and tried to keep me and my son apart. If I'm wrong, no harm will come to anyone of course. And yet if I am right, I hope it happens soon. I know that even the good are sometimes made to suffer, and see no end to suffering, but I pray that I and my son will see full justice. One thing I intuited was a miscarriage and I pray to God that it comes to pass, to some enemy, I don't even know who it is, and could have no way of knowing who all my enemies are, but I pray it happens and I pray that cancer will strike. And something about Aspergers although I don't know what it is or how to pronounce it.
And don't blame ME if something happens. I am not anyone with power and if you have not been corrupt and cruel, then you would have nothing to worry about anyway. I didn't pray for this for everyone, only my enemies and the liars and corrupt people who have withheld hope and help from my son. I have given more than enough time and warning and peace offerings. I still extend my own personal peace and I will treat you with respect. God, on the other hand, I hope feels differently and will take action. In the name of Jesus Christ I pray my prayer is heard and that the power of God is known.
I got the name "Michael" and I don't know if something bad is going to happen to a michael or if something will be done by a michael. I also got a "hallelujah!" from someone who is black, a man, who wants justice to come from heaven. I have no idea who this is, but someone is glad I asked God for justice.
Two songs have come to mind:
There is None Like You: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMKsDlyDIjA&feature=related and
Above All: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aicOiTUPF0&NR=1
No Weapon Formed Against Me (shall prosper): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EfFVnP6DO0; a better clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEBrZ6ivW2s&feature=related
Great Is Thy Faithfulness by Cece Winans: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60o3UP4Kjwg
God of Vengeance: (I have no idea what this guy is saying, because I looked up lyrics to no avail and then a wiki page on him to no avail, but he's a good musician nevertheless. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMr6aMNz1LM&feature=PlayList&p=F3DCA141AE1CFC4D&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=1
For everything under the sun, there is a season. This is the season, I pray, for Justice.
I got an image of a whole bunch of people, men and women but mostly men I guess, of a whole huge group, and they were all older. They were about my grandfather's age. I don't know if they were souls or real people here on earth, but that's what I saw, a huge group of people and I got the feeling too, somehow connected in some way to my grandfather. My father's father. Who knows, I suppose my own mother's father could rise to the occasion--at times I've been surprised. But it was just a snapshot I got. It was a group that supported me, in spirit or in real life I don't know. Maybe just older people, I don't know. One long line and then another long line behind, all close together, but in lines, and going back, way back.
Then, lets hope I'm channeling here, I saw a crown. lol. Yes, but I think it's probably for one of my old ancestors because bracelets were being placed on my wrists, I think both of them. It was like I was someone else, standing in a room or dressing room maybe, and both my hands or arms were out and someone was sliding bracelets onto both of my wrists. Out of all the confounded things, to get an image like that at a time like this does not seem to help my situation at all. But I swear, it must be some old ancestor, and it's possible, it is. It was sort of a Queen Esther type of scene but I will have to research and see if ever queens or consorts were dressed with wrists out for bracelets on both hands. One of my more aimless digressions. I'm just curious though, why both and not just one. At any rate, I think it was more imagination somehow, because I don't know what the purpose would be, but it was a gold crown and then just arms out, raised a little above waist-length and bracelets or things placed on both wrists or arm. I don't know if palms were up or down. I'm not sure.
I hate these stupid Google messages. I keep getting an ad for "allergies" and why would I get this ad? Have I written anything about allergies? Right, throwing up, being repeatedly sick, hurting eyes, headaches, and seeing fucking purple spots and tearing up with coughs like it's a big deal, is "allergies". Fuck Google ADS. And maybe I don't sound "christian" to curse, but believe me, there are far worse things. I think God doesn't care about a word here and there as much as actions and what is in someone's heart and frankly, I think those that have it reversed haven't lived long enough. Then I get a pop up from Yahoo about life insurance. These are more normal ones. If people only knew what I have had to deal with.
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