"You'll Never Make It Back To Wenatchee": Seattle & Bainbridge

People in Wenatchee were and have been, connected enough to people in Seattle that I had several "warnings" before I went out of the area to have my "psych eval." What I thought was strange, was how many said this with a smile and gave me no other information.

I went out of the area and was followed all over the place, harassed, and assaulted on more than one occasion and THEN I actually had a very strange encounter with a couple guys in an ambulance and I decided then and there I was not going in that ambulance. Then this woman was sent out to try to discredit me and say I was psychotic when I wasn't presenting as psychotic at all, had abnormal labs and chemistry, and had a valid claim of having been threatened and called "a rat". I guess, a "rat" because I was talking about the assault and destruction of evidence that was happening to me in Wenatchee.

I think anyone whose child has been attacked and abused, has every right to report this, and those who try to intimidate mothers by calling a good mother a "rat" are sick in the head. Don't call me a fucking "rat" when you are harming my son and denying me and my son our civil rights. This is self-defense and if you cannot figure out what will make it easier on YOU and yours, and continue to harm me and my son and deprive us of justice, of course I'm going to say something about it. YOU have a choice. YOU choose to believe it is okay to harm a mother and child and then think you can intimidate, threaten, harm, and deprive them of justice. WHO told you this was a good idea? I'm talking to people who are involved in this, who even come from my own government and military as well as others, and you should have and should still consider another strategy, because all of your hard effort and money has gone down the drain. You don't have me locked up in a federal prison, you don't have me locked up in a psych ward, and you don't have me keeping my mouth shut now either. You should have fucking figured it out. Sure, you can take my son, and keep me from work, and try to say I'm nuts and yet not one person believes it and everyone knows that what I am talking about is the real thing. So in a sense, I have a larger audience than ever, and you could be trying to work with that, and work with me and my son and not against me, but the problem is, you have been far too confident in your own numbers and resources and forgot about one person who is bigger than all of you and has helped me to sidestep all your traps: God. You sort of just forgot to take God into account. I wouldn't even BE here if it wasn't for miraculous providence and if you ever stopped to think about the odds, and how I'm still standing, you would start taking God into account.

First I get "You'll never make it back to Wenatchee" and then I get "You'll never make it out of Wenatchee."

So I got a ride to Seattle to pick up some things and then decided to take some of it later. He wanted to take me back to Wenatchee but I wasn't sure I'd then get out in time and I didn't want anything screwing up my attempt to have the "psych eval" done so I made him drop me off when he was trying to take me all the way back. I had to get a ride from someone, who almost freaked out when he heard my name. He was afraid something was going to happen to HIM for just giving me a ride and his hands were shaking the whole time.

So I get to the bus station and went to Vancouver after having some odd run-ins with people on the way, but even the bus driver was nervous and kept looking back at me and had sweat coming off of his forehead. At every small noise the bus made, he acted scared like a bomb was going to go off. I had people just driving back and forth and acting like I was going to be killed, and of course, at this point, I think everyone thought I knew what the whole thing was about. As if I had some inside scoop when I didn't.

I went to the psych eval and in a secular office where people were waiting there when I arrived, there was this Christian music being played. It's not a Christian facility. There were couples there, who smirked when I arrived. Some didn't even have their own appointments I found out. I did the psych eval, including the full version of the MMPI and the APPY test, in less than 3 hours. At the end of my visit with the psychologist, I began feeling severe pain in my lower back as I used to with my son in East Wenatchee. Then I was in a different room and it was like something was directed at me which made the pain worsen. I didn't know where it was coming from but asked that the door be open while I did the test. I sped through it and a couple people even interrupted, I felt, to slow me down. I did everything in a little over an hour. I had even left the office and come back to walk down a block to get coffee, and with all that time passing, I was still done in less than 3 hours. I'm pretty sure that includes talking to the psychologist, taking a coffee break, taking the MMPI (full version) and APPY and being interrupted while taking these tests. My MMPI was completely normal. My MMPI confirms everything I've written on my blog, and contradicts what the state has said, so the state then tries to say I must have falsified answers. I didn't even take time to think carefully, I flew through it. I wasn't taking the test in a defensive manner or it would have taken me a lot longer to finish. And that was with my back hurting in an unusual way when I hadn't strained it at all. I was fine until I got to her offices. She wore black, white, I believe, and had purple shoes on. I remembered hearing her

When I took the coffee break, I noticed several younger men in their 20s-30s driving by, a few in trucks and they were absolutely cracking up laughing but sort of staring at me and mocking.

Oh wait, that was after I was done. I forgot, I was GOING to get coffee and waited out in the waiting room to ask where it was, when I overheard her mocking me to her supervisors laughing and saying, "She has to get something for ENERGY" or to this effect. So I changed my mind about getting coffee, but had wasted time in that office. I said I had decided I wasn't going to get coffee afterall and I was ready to go. So the 3 hours included this, not fulling walking to get coffee.

It was after I did the MMPI and APPY that I was then getting coffee and then went back to take the I.Q. portion of the test. I was told I couldn't do it then. So then I asked to see my MMPI test, which she said was sent out through their offices to corporate headquarters for grading, and she pulled it out of her own personal purse. Which I thought was odd, because if it was going to corporate headquarters, it didn't need to be in her personal purse first.

I then figured, since my MMPI would be normal, people would work harder to try to make me sound nuts, or try to harm me. I was right on both counts.

I couldn't get back to Wenatchee safely. I was being set up by police, and people in town, police destroying evidence and a few guards harassing me while I was in jail on false charges again.

This is the 2nd time I've been jailed in Wenatchee on false charges and caused distress. Both times, were in punishment for blogging or talking and to keep me from getting money. The first time interferred with my filing for bankruptcy and my personal injury claim in time, and the second time interferred with a job I was about to get in Seattle, at a good restaurant, one which would have paid really well and was my only chance really. Both times I was arrested on false charges, it directly interferred with my ability to get ahead and have a normal work or get compensated for a valid personal injury claim that was pending. This is in addition to having my license "suspended" when it was not suspended, which interferred with my ability to go to college and commute from WA to OR. This is in addition to a number of other things, which I will have to make a timeline of, and post, along with the damages which are continually accruing, now involving not just me but my son as well.

I called my brother to see if I could stay a night with him, after I was in Vancouver. He said okay but I don't even know what he's involved with anymore--probably the same thing everyone else is. I was given $40 for a bus ticket to go back to Wenatchee, after he dropped me off in Tacoma and I decided I was not safe to go back to Wenatchee yet. I didn't believe my son was safe either, if I was being threatened all the time, followed, and harassed, so I chose to miss visits with him in order to make some reports, not to be "a rat" but as a Good Mother would, in order to try to protect her own son.

I walked away from the bus station after my brother drove away. I decided to try to find a shelter, a temporary woman's shelter, but first I wanted to call a pastor or two and get advice about whether or not to make a report about being assaulted in Wenatchee and having my evidence destroyed or not. So I walked along the water, and I also looked for work in Tacoma. I thought, after losing the chance at a good job by being jailed falsely by Wenatchee police, that I would try to make some applications in Tacoma. What I realized was something someone told me later, that it would be nearly impossible for me to get work in WA. I tried anyway. I applied at at least 30-40 different restaurants and places in Tacoma, if not more. If I didn't have work and income, how could I get on my feet? I had already tried hard to get work in Wenatchee and not only was I refused work, but I was jailed on false charges the minute people got wind that I was about to get into a very high paying job in Seattle. How to keep that from happening? Throw me in jail. It happened the day before I was supposed to go over and start training. I couldn't even call to cancel. What was I supposed to do? Call collect from jail to my new employer? I had told people I finally got a job which should pay high tips, it was upper end, on the docks and the menu ranged from $40 plates to more and had a wine list from $30 bottles to $300 bottles. It was the only legitimate opportunity I had and it was lost.

So I was in Tacoma, still trying. Always trying, and spinning my wheels as a whole group of self-indulgent individuals sat back and got off on it. People who get others to do their dirty work for them and try to make ME out to be "the rat". If it's being "a rat" to report crime against oneself or ones own children, then we need more "rats" in the world. If a woman reports a rape, she's a rat. If a man reports a murder of his brother, he's a rat. If a mother reports harm done herself and to her son, she's a rat. ??? Right. Whoever told people I was "the rat" or any kind of "rat" at all, needs to think more seriously about the lines they're being fed. Because someone who calls a good mother a rat, who is only trying to protect her son, that kind of person is worthless and will turn on YOU and their own children even, in an instant.

As I was going to different restaurants in Tacoma, looking for work, this band was playing and invited me to sing along and then a woman asked where I was staying and said I could stay with her overnight and then we'd figure something out. So I did and then I was out trying to make calls about what to do. A bishop gave me some good advice and said a lot of people were aware of what I was going through and that powerful groups were involved and I'd pissed off some people. He advised me to report what was happening in Wenatchee before going back and then an hour or more later, his wife started having problems, his wife who was pregnant. It didn't sound like normal circumstances either and he said he couldn't talk to me anymore.

I thought about whether it was a good idea to write about this or not. Because on one hand, it just perpetuates the idea that if someone tries to do the right thing, someone or some group will punish them or take some kind of revenge. But I decided to write about it, because it's very serious what has happened to me and my son, and the fact that it's also affected others is important, because the State of Washington is not doing their job in protecting its citizens, and that's where I go to the federal government next, and if they can't take care of things, and send in people to straighten things out, then this is a really big seismic fault that is only going to worsen.

So then I was staying with someone who worked on the docks who was the person who told me I was a "threat to national security" and asked if I was "a patriot" and all of that. I left to get into Seattle because I wanted to try to get a restraining order in Seattle so I didn't experience anymore of the assault, which was with non-lethal equipment that apparently, Wenatchee has plenty of.

Someone needs to infiltrate Wenatchee, or report on the use of non-lethal weapons in Wenatchee, because it is a major, major, problem here. When you have this going on, left and right and even in clinics and then you literally have people in state offices with jamming devices, to keep mothers from documenting the lies made about her...you have some serious issues with the mainstream and their access to illegal equipment, and these people, because there are so many of them, they will do ANYTHING to keep it from coming to light. Hence, they allow small children to be abused and tortured in Wenatchee, to make a point. Or to try.

The next thing I did, was get over to Seattle. I tried again, to find work while I was there, to make an effort. Instead, it was just like I was paraded around town as everyone knew I wouldn't be hired. I went to the courthouse to file for a restraining order, where I detailed some things which happened, which I was later punished for in Wenatchee by being refused housing, even out of state funds given by the federal government. I've experienced so much retaliation I don't even know where to start on that list.

But that trip to Seattle was very frightening in the sense that I saw a lot of young men, who someone must have told to walk by me, and they had recent injuries and harm which was visible on their faces. They would walk by me and look at me and just looked sad. I saw a huge group of men whose faces looked like they'd been burned or had some kind of really bad rash or something--a lot of different things.

Everywhere I went, I was followed by at least 3 cars. I decided to stay at a youth hostel in Seattle because it was cheaper than a hotel. I stayed at The Green Tortoise. I had a couple of guys with big lens cameras following me again. My photo was taken while I was walking through Pike Market and looking at flowers.

I had just been through this, with the big lens cameras in San Fransisco and then the next time I noticed it, it was when I was in Seattle at Pike Market. I've had people taking my photo a lot, with their phones, but the larger cameras, of course I notice more. I dropped some things off at The Green Tortoise, where some knew I would be staying, and then went to the Market to buy some fresh flowers for the hostels and I like the scent of lilies so I bought white asiatic lilies.

Oh, pardon me. I forgot to write about being poisoned in Tacoma. If it wasn't in Tacoma, it was something from the hostel, but the incident in Tacoma was strange enough.

So when I was still in Tacoma, I met some guy after I'd been to the courthouse, who said he wanted to take me out for lunch. He'd just had lunch at the McDonalds but he was saying he hadn't had lunch so I just thought he was being friendly. He had a tatoo of a Dragon on his arm and he said some people thought he was in a gang but he wasn't. We went to a Vietnamese place in Tacoma where I remember there was a Mary poster because it was huge and there was sort of a combination of asian culture and then saint stuff everywhere. So I don't know what was going on, but he invited me to have soup and yet I noticed how many people were staring and watching me eat...I just got this strange vibe. It was SO odd, and I noticed one guy walking by who looked at me like he was witnessing my execution and then others who were watching and had this weird sadistic look on their faces. After 2 or 3 sips of soup I said I wasn't really very hungry and I had to use the restroom. I had to wait awhile and then when I came out, he was gone and the cook was very nervously clearing my bowl away as I came out of the bathroom. It was one of the weirdest things. It was like, I had just ingested poison or something and everyone knew and they thought I was already onto it or something. I said I wanted the soup to go but they refused to allow me to take it with me. Some people split. The people who looked so excited to have me eat, suddenly looked worried and nervous. I went outside the guy was about to drive away but I played it off and he relaxed. Then he started to get nervous himeself and then these two men who had a bag of something, came out of the restaurant and looked at me in worry and left.

It was just very strange and I thought right then and there that it was possible someone had tried something and how stupid I was to even take 2-3 bites (or sips of broth) when I had people already threatening my life and attempts made as well.

I didn't notice any effect though. If something was in the soup, it wasn't until 3 days later that I experienced severe internal bleeding. I read up and rat poison or arsenic will take time and up to 3 days before effects are noticed. But the other thing is, it could have been something I ate at the hostel, because there were weirdos there as well.

So after this, I went to Seattle and was at the hostel. It was a nice hostel, but the problem is, anyone can live at a hostel. When it comes to what kind of people you might be living with, one may as well be living on the street almost. All it would take is a fake ID and you're fine. I had to show my driver's license but anyone can get a fake ID, from what I hear, and when I was there, I was approached, and watched, by a lot of people from out of the country but Americans too.

The only time I ate something, was a dish that a couple of guys had made, who said they were Australian I believe. I told one guy, he sounded more English than Australian to me, because there's a difference in the accent. I ate an entire plate of food. The only other thing I noticed, is where I was told to bunk and hearing someone hammer or position something next to the wall by my bunk. I think that was probably nothing. When I was in the smoking room, however, I was suddenly aware of a quick kind of 'blast' to my body which made me dizzy and I had to use the restroom. I had been talking to this Russian guy who showed me a photo of himself in all white and I wondered if the blood had been caused by something he had done or if he and I both were affected by something at the same time (bc something did happen) or if it was what I ate. Possibly he and I were both affected but something I ate made the blood worse. It was then that I had a great amount of blood just splatter out, into the toilet. This was the day after eating the plate of food which may or may not have been okay. It was very very bright red, whatever that means and it was not mixed in with byproduct of any kind. It filled the toilet bowl and spattered against the bowl of the toilet. It happened at least 3 or 4 times and I was dizzy. I have never, in my life, had bleeding like this. I didn't have hernias, wastn't straining, it was completely unnatural.

So some looked shocked I was still standing. This guy said he'd walk with me to a Mexican restaurant and he wanted to know where I was going but I wouldn't tell him. He was a black man wearing blue, but colors mean nothing. People can mix stuff up with that. So he took me to the Mexican place and I only had a couple bites and I had to use the restroom again and was dizzy, that same thing. I didn't know if he was using something handheld under the table (because his hands were under the table) or what. But I went to the restroom and wouldn't eat the taco and had bleeding again. When I came out, people there looked stunned that I was walking. Totally shocked. I began to wonder what the hell was going on. It was like people thought I was Jesus Christ from the dead or "why doesn't she fall over" type of thing. And everyone looked scared. Like, scared that I wasn't knocked over.

For my part, I was dizzy and was using all my willpower to keep from passing out. The guy who had made the taco, or, rather, burrito, from over the counter, kept staring at me too. I acted normal on the outside, but people were acting spooked and freaked out. I pretended I didn't feel sick at all and smiled at everyone and was chatty and acted totally casual, which is probably what spooked them. The guy wanted to know where I was going next but I told I was just going to look for work and it was nice meeting him. He wanted to know if I was going back to the hostel or not or where I'd been staying.

I had thought at first he might be a friend, but when I saw how spooked everyone was that I was "fine" and acting normal, I decided people knew something was going on and they couldn't believe I was still standing.

So he said goodbye and then I was trying to see clearly and this woman came up from out of the blue. She sort of approached me on the corner and yet I could tell she'd been observing me for some time. I walked over and she said she was Irish. I said how nice, and I think she even had an Irish accent. But all I asked her was where the nearest hospital was, since I had just been bleeding again. I didn't chat with her at all, except that she told me she was Irish when I asked where she was from because she had an accent. I didn't talk to her about my life or anything. I asked for directions and then she said, "Well, let me walk you over there, because I'm going that way anyway and it's hard to find from here." So it was only a couple blocks away actually and I said thank you and then for whatever reason, she knew one of the women there. They asked eachother how the other was doing and I told her she could leave but she said she'd just stay there in case someone needed to talk to her.

(So then, I haven't seen the hospital notes yet, but my lawyer said they wrote that some woman said she "found" me on the streets, walking aimlessly and disoriented and seeming mentally ill! I haven't seen the records yet, but it's not true. I approached the woman directly and asked for directions and that was it so it ended up sounding very suspicious especially when I had first noted she knew someone there already.)

So I was waiting forever and then I said I needed to use the phone to report what I believed was a poisoning, based on the loss of blood and the reception people refused to let me make a call to police. This was at Virginia-Mason.

It was so bizarre. They had a courtesy phone but wouldn't allow me to use it. They said they had their own "security" and I said "That's not what I need. I need to make a report of possible poisoning." They still wouldn't let me and I was about to leave when they decided to give me a phone or point one out that I could use. So I called the Seattle police and I called in a report. I believe, based on that call, one would gather I was not "disoriented" and in the middle of some "psychotic break." I made a clear and coherent report and asked that someone come out so I could give more details.

What the Virginia-Mason account may be, will be quite different from what was recorded in the call I made to the Seattle police. Seattle police told me they would send someone out but they never did. The call was made and recorded.

In the meantime, I was then visited by the "absentee doctor" who never came to see me personally but gave orders to others and yet he never even examined me. First, I had someone come in to do an exam of the area where I was bleeding. The doctor, a woman, I don't know if this is how exams are usually done, but I don't think so. She inserted her finger about as much as a 1/4 of the tip of her finger, like, maybe a 1/3 inch total, barely at all and then said, "Well there's no bleeding now!" I have, never in my LIFE, heard of a rectal exam performed with a 1/4 inch of the finger. She said there was barely a trace of blood, just a little, and maybe it was from a hernia. I said, "I don't think you understand. I have been filling toilets with blood."

This guy at the hostel, who was hanging around me on more than one ocassion, I saw him vigorously, and it appeared, happily, cleaning one of the toilets after I left the restroom, having splattered it up the sides with blood which would not flush away.

They did a blood analysis and said everything was fine except for abnormally low potassium and something else. There was something else as well but I'd have to check notes and records. So at first they were telling me they would treat me for the low potassium because I was having muscular cramping and heart arrythmias. It wasn't regular, the heart stuff, so I didn't believe it would show on a heart scan, but it happened a couple of times. Low potassium is rare, and doctors who find patients in ER find 1 out of 5 is having issues caused by low potassium, but it's still rare because most foods are potassium rich. So it's not usual. However, they decided to refuse treatment and pretend nothing was wrong, and called in a psychologist instead.

The psychologist was just flat out corrupt and made no effort to conceal this. She deliberately said she was going to keep any documentation about my abnormal blood labs, out of HER records. This is the woman who told me if I felt "threatened" I could be "safe" in her psych ward. She also said she did not "believe" I had been threatened or called "a rat" and that my claim this happened was evidence to her of a "psychotic break." I looked at this woman and said, "So you're saying I just imagined someone sat down next to me and warned me or that someone called me a rat? You're saying it's not possible?" and she said no. I couldn't figure out, at first, if she really didn't believe me, or if she was corrupt. But when she told me she was going to keep my abnormal labs out of her documentation, that's when I knew, she was corrupt. I said, "So you're telling me, you're writing me up as psychotic when you know I'm not presenting with psychosis or you'd have to admit me right now, by law. And yet, my bloodwork is abnormal and this is reason enough for coming to ER, and you refuse to document this?" She said, "If you have low potassium, eat a banana." I retorted, staring her down, "Yeah, a whole bunch." I held my own with that woman and was actually very proud of myself because I was calm and collected and yet when she left, she was so pissed because had not been able to do whatever she wanted.

I was worried enough, about my personal safety at that point, that I considered going to a psych ward, just to pretend I was nuts to make my enemies happy enough and be safe but I decided it would not be a good idea because my credibility would be gone and it would affect my case with my son, and the main thing, was that I didn't know what they would do to me in there and if I'd even be able to get OUT without another corrupt person trying to lie. But I was sufficiently concerned.

Then, after she wasn't able to admit me, it got even worse. I had more attempts by others to poison me and then something else happen as well.

I've already written about this, but also, when they took my blood, at Virginia-Mason, it entered the tube, bubbling. It was extremely bright red like the blood which had been coming out of my body and it was thin and very fluid. It didn't look like my normal blood and any kind of blood coming into a vial and it was full of bubbles or bubbled very easily, maybe because it was so much thinner and fluid than normal, and it wasn't the lighting in the room either. A week or less later, I was having blood drawn at a different facility with the same lighting, and it was coming out slower, was much darker, and thicker. Also, they took a huge vial sample from Virginia-Mason and I later found out the vials are much smaller and not that much is needed for normal blood workup.

I believe that if I had anemia, as the Red Cross found when I tried to give blood, it was a response to the internal bleeding which finally took a toll and manifested in anemia, even when I eat iron rich foods. It was evidence of internal bleeding which occured a few months earlier and would take about that long before it presented. If the military travel nurse found my blood was not anemic, a week after it was found to be anemic, I am not even convinced that I wasn't given something in the food or drink I had before giving a blood sample, or that something wasn't added somewhere. Because from what I hear, one does not gain an entire pint of blood in less than one week, to go from anemic to non-anemic.

Also, I have not been found low in iron for years, not until recently, a few months after I was bleeding internally.

One way or the other, something isn't adding up. I think that's clear, to anyone with any kind of common sense.

That is evidence right there...The impossiblity of such objective medical evidence contradicting itself and not making sense, but if anything, corroborating MY story. How do you spell "caught"?

After I was told the psychologist wouldn't put any documentation from labs into her chart, I left and then stopped and asked to fill out a complaint form. I believe I did this, but what I remember most, was that I asked for the names of the attending doctors. I found out there had been two doctors and yet one of them didn't even see me, nor I him.

The next thing that happened was that I tried to find a shelter, because I figured a secured women's shelter where there is at least security, would be safer than the hostel and I couldn't afford a hotel. Then, I ended up running into someone who gave me a place and yet this is where I was then at a cafe in downtown Seattle, and someone gave me a poisoned cigarette, and I still have the burned off mark on the tip of my tongue. To this day. I just got up out of my chair to double check once again, and yes, it's faint, but it's still there. Courtesy of "Tiffany" and friends.

When this happened, when I was still not feeling great and having a few heart palpitations now and then, I was sitting at the Irish place and they were playing music and this guy was sitting across the table from me telling me, "Don't wish on any stars..." I was sitting there, and had very strange sensations which I've already blogged about, and this was after taking that cigarette and having the metallic taste in my mouth. I started having a lot of physical problems and I just focused and concentrated on breathing normally and appearing very casual and I drank a TON of water to dilute, if possible, whatever it was. If something else was going on to cause those symptoms I don't know. But I do know, I have evidence of that cigarette, right on my body.

So I was almost to pass out again and there were just frightening people around. Business people smirking, and different individuals just watching, waiting. Finally, I decided to call the ambulance because I did not feel safe walking or getting a ride from someone to the hospital. But when I called, the guys on dispatch supposedly, kept stalling, noticeably, saying over and over they didn't know where I was. I kept reading the directions to them from the pub business card and they just stalled. They acted like they didn't know english and sounded oddly excited or happy, I mean it wasn't normal and then when I saw them pulling up, I saw the looks on their faces. It wasn't good. They pretended to be professional when they got out but it was too late. I have already noticed what they were about and then the one guy was super happy when I said there was a metallic taste in my mouth. Based on all of this, and how long they made excuses for even getting there, I chose not to go. They said they had to take me and I knew this was just going to be another attempt to claim it was psychological, and at that time, I didn't even notice that the mark from the cigarette could be seen by the naked eye. Even if I had noticed, there were people who clearly wanted to harm me and get away with it.

Just as has been done to my son for a very long time, with zero accountability to those responsible.

After that was when the woman told me to "get in the car" and told me the CIA had an office in Seattle and she pointed out this jet that literally flew overhead, and all this was after I finally went to an officer and he told me to talk to the US Marshalls but it was like...no one was normal. It was a huge, HUGE attempt to harm me or kill me and make me look nuts too.

So I decided I was going to Bainbridge until I could figure out how to file some things and then go back to Wenatchee safely. I couldn't go very far at that time, because I wasn't even well. Supposedly, that night is when I was "suffocating" if I was. But who knows. The next day I got on a ferry and went to Bainbridge, where I got to meet a bunch of the rich nuts who wanted to have a look at me but who clearly did nothing more than try to get lower or middle class people to do their bidding.

This man from the East Coast paid for my hotel room and it was there that I noticed, that night or the next morning, that my arm had suddenly changed color and the pigmentation was altered. This just further evidenced something having happened to me, and then when I saw my son later, I discovered someone did the same thing to him because he had the same marks and evidence on his own body. He had pigmentation changes too.

I had felt sick and like I was going to pass out until the taxi driver took me to some bar and I got a shot and there was something in that shot. The man sitting there had the international card stuff and gave me his number. I have had "a drink" many times in my life, but this drink was like there was something else in it, some kind of antidote or something and this metallic taste and weird feeling in my throat went away.

After my hotel ran out and I was still trying to figure out what to do and get ahold of someone, this woman told me I could stay with her in her hotel room. She introduced me to some others who later talked about "A" and "B" team stuff again. The woman I stayed with put up a photo of some philipino man she said was her ex husband but he looked like a priest. I was at her hotel when I had the horrible pains like I used to have with my son, with my lower back hurting. I left her hotel and noticed someone else in that hotel in general who was looking absolutely horrified and sad, like she knew what was going on. I don't get ill randomly, and I have been able to detect when something is from stress, or injury or something else, and this was something else. When I left, I didn't have anymore problems with my back. So one of her friends said I could stay until I went back and I didn't have any trouble like that, but there were other mind games and then, he was the one who had me go to the Bainbridge Bakery.

I need a minute though, to remember whether I called police and got checked out at a different hospital first, or whether I went back to his place? and then to the cafe and then to the ferry. Because order is always important. When I was there, I tried to look for work there too but all I got was a half a day with a woman and then she was told to fire me by some people who came in and just watched me and loitered.

Okay so then he took me to the Bakery and I was going to leave for the ferry from there but after what happened there, I decided not to go back to Seattle or Wenatchee without getting checked out again for poisoning or whatever was going on.

But at that bakery, I met this guy who was tall with a British accent and fairly good looking and I was told it was his last day there and I should try to apply. But it was a joke. No one was hiring. In the meantime, I sat down by the window, after having spent a couple of days with different people who were into more mind games.

There was Cheryl, who I had the back problems with when I stayed with her, and then there was Franklin who acted like he was all about Princess Di and smoked Kings and he would take a black crows feather out of some jar and throw them on the grass, always two at a time. I was prevented from getting back to either Seattle or Wenatchee because he told me he was going to pay me so much for this or that (I wasn't in any kind of relationship of any kind with anyone while in Seattle or Bainbridge) and then he backed out. He led me to believe he was going to help me with something and then totally backed out on his word and I was stuck there. So then he's playing James Taylor in his car, on a radio station, which was "Fire and Rain". I told him I didn't like James Taylor and asked him to change the station. It wasn't true, at least at the time, but I had referred to myself with an alias of "Suzanne" there a couple of times, and then he's playing a song about "Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you." and people were just driving back and forth and waving to him and laughing.

So he drops me off at this bakery and I sat there and then, of all things, I was on my laptop, and I literally felt my neck moving or hurting, on the inside, sort of vibrating or something.

I had JUST told Franklin, who told me he used to sell medical equipment, about some of my injuries and he was very interested in what kind of metal was in my body. No, wait, it wasn't Franklin who asked and was so interested, it was the guy I stayed with in Seattle who said the world would end in war, who asked.

So somehow, information got out, and I had joked to him that someone would try to take my voice away. After that, I had this metallic taste in my mouth and my throat hurting, from whatever was in the cigarette, and, possibly, something added to my espresso for all I know.

I didn't know if it was a metallic taste from something in the cigarette which burned my tongue, which I assumed it was, or what. But after bringing up how I had titanium in my neck, and being questioned very hard about where it was and if it sounded off in an airport security, I am then, days later, sitting at this cafe and that part of my neck, only on the inside, began to hurt and it very odd, a buzzing sensation but different too, and whatever it did, I immediately noticed and it caused me to lose my voice to some degree and I looked up and there was this blond woman staring at me and noticing my reaction and when she saw I had a reaction, I guess someone figured whatever they were doing was working and she just acted shocked and laughed too, and kept watching me.

I had no CLUE how it could be done or what was happening. I thought at first that it was some way to access my laptop and then the laptop acts as a conduit for something else, but then it later happened in Seattle before I got on the bus, and it only stopped after I pretended to take a taxi to the airport. When I came back, having turned around and led some people on a goose chase, I was approached by a military guy who said he was from Ephrata.

When I later made my post with photos of myself under a kitchen sink, joking that maybe I'll "confuse" the enemy that way, I was joking but only those involved knew what I was joking about. I didn't want to write about it then bc I figured it would sound too unbelievable and yet it did happen and I haven't been able to sing the same and hit the high notes in the same way since.

These are people, who, in my opinion, are evil. What has happened to me and my son is the equilivance of terrorism and it has happened in this country and with many people involved and looking the other way, even if not everyone has known how serious it has been.

This is why some are SO desperate to say I'm mentally ill, because they have actually committed crime against me and my son more than once and they continue to get away with it.

I will detail the last statements, from above, more clearly in just a while.

If I didn't have different pieces of medical documentation not adding up right and so many things not making sense, it would be very, extremely difficult to prove. However, I know there are some who believe me. I know this and have faith in this, even if they are not the most powerful, they do believe me and maybe it is only when people know what lengths some have gone to hurt me and my son, and to terrorize us both, will enough people be willing to say something isn't right, and understand why I'm justified in asking and praying to God for justice.

This is why, when I see how some have organized to have a woman pass me, who has no voice any longer, or any kind of voicebox, and I see people in vehicles parked and waiting for my response, this is why I think there are some very sick people in the world, and there are too many of them. Something has to be done.
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Before I go into further details...

I had an MRI of both my head and my neck. In my neck the doctor said he thought a couple of abnormalities were normal but given what has happened even recently, it might be evidence of trauma or changes.
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I should also mention, before doing a better detail, how I was stuck longer than I wanted to be in the Seattle/Bainbridge area because I asked the state for a bus ticket and they refused to give me one.

I was going to a state required appointment, for their "psych eval" and they are supposed to pay for transportation and for accomodations and did neither. I had to pay for it out of my own pocket and then when I ran out, after being chased around, I asked family members for help with a bus pass and they refused. So that was my family's choice, but probably a pretty good indication of how much they care that my son is back with me. But then the state workers, I specifically asked and it wasn't until the very last minute they came up with one, but this is after I went through a lot first.

I forgot to mention some things so I'll have to go back and write about it.

WILL UPDATE AND DETAIL FURTHER