Missed Hearing

I think that possibly I missed a hearing today for custody of my son.

I don't have any of my legal papers with me since my landlord abused my rights and then evicted me after vandalizing my property.

I don't have housing and have been focused on getting this together because I cannot do anything, even legally, if I don't have a place to live and I'm being dumped on.

What I DID notice today, was that a lot of people from Canada came into town and made some off comments. And this is why I think I missed a hearing. I don't have hearings on Mondays usually, and I don't have a lawyer either.

I don't have a lawyer, my legal papers or belongings and no housing. All of this, not due to fault of my own but on account of landlords and housemates stealing from me, trespassing, vandalizing my property and then the failure of my last lawyer and his firm to do their job and the failure of the courts to reassign new legal counsel.

It was so busy tonight, like a major holiday or weekend, when it's only a Monday, and so many people all over me, that I know something is wrong.

I wrote down some numbers of people who were very smug in passing. One short-haired blond woman in a red SUV with the last set of numbers or letters as WDA. Washington plates but I couldn't see the first part.

One group that has stayed at my hotel has been nice all along and then today one of the guys told me if I needed a place to sleep tonight I could sleep in his truck in the parking lot of Wal-Mart.

That tells me someone is trying to mock how my son was taken from me at a Wal-Mart parking lot and how he wants to revisit the location as some kind of sick joke. He doesn't sleep in his truck but claimed he did when he hasn't for over a week. He has some tatoo with 4 dots in a line on one of his forearms.

I also realized some of the ruckus over my setting the bunny free might not have been over that but over the fact that some of these people knew I had a hearing to go to and were glad I wasn't showing up because I can't even remember the date without a lawyer, my legal papers and calendar and having to fight for basic housing which I NEVER should have had to do.

There is no practical way for me to do anything but remember my visits with my son and to make him happy at this time. Not with this kind of distress and with police refusing to take MY reports of wrongdoing and the hospital individuals refusing to treat me with normal respect.

I really wouldn't be cheering hard if I were party to screwing me and my son over, because it is at this time that I see true colors and am able to better decipher who I need to report the shit out of.

Even if something was done today in a hearing, I can appeal that and have ample grounds to do so and you really don't want to fuck with me on appeal of any kind.

I would think it's not even appropriate to terminate or have a trial before I've had "services" which are "required" so I'll have to find out what happened, but I cannot do this when I'm constantly and intentionally being uprooted.

This afternoon, someone from Canada drove in and parked in front of my door with plates 780 LMD. I think it's supposed to stand for "7" for "8" if I'm correct. There's a little Canadian flag waving above. I might be wrong, but if this is the car of the woman who came in talking about dimes and quarters I'll know later. Another guy came in and kept saying "eh" a lot, looking at me, saying he wanted mashed potatoes. L5 2491, Canada, motorcycle. Not sure that there's anything up though--the only thing which made me think something went down and that I missed a hearing and some were glad, was how this one guy tried to have me sleep out in the Wal-Mart parking lot in a "Grand Cherokee" SUV. I have never seen this SUV until today even though I've seen him and others for a week. You'd think you're talking to nice people and their kids are really cute no matter what, but then I get this. I'm not sleeping in the SUV with him. I'm at the hotel another night.

What is really shocking, is how this woman, Linda, has been screwing me over about the housing and how am I supposed to do anything normal if this is being tampered with?

I would bet, if anything, I might be diagnosed with at least a transient but acute (for now) form of PTSD from this kind of harassment and corruption and that it will not be medicated. I would also guess this is grounds for overturning anything that happened today. No normal person could keep up with things with this kind of stress and trauma.

I noticed a whole bunch of people who are Jewish in town today as well. Not from this town but out of area. Don't ask me how I know--I just do. God told me. Why? I don't know completely. And I say "completely" because I might have a small idea but not positive yet, ? I'm not sure? Shock about something with the bunny? I don't know. Symbolic for something else?

There is no way I can get anything done with all of these things going on. Not possible. And also, not my fault and this is where, after my custody case is fixed, I am going after these people with a civil suit. And when it comes, which may take awhile, it will hit hard.

I honestly do not think taking things as far as they've been taken, and hurting my son, has done anyone any good. If you think what you've done is "good" you're wrong. And it wasn't just one landlord and housemates last apartment--it was also a guy who came in on New Years who could have put anything in my room or apartment and then a man just as I was leaving, who also came in and had access to my place. I just don't know how much I want to say about ANYTHING though. I want to say only the right things.

I definitely know I missed something because of the vibe here and the smug attitudes of some, and then...Just a lot.

The vibe today was totally depressing again and more bad feeling. I haven't felt this awful for a long time, but it's been about 4-5 days of misery and low level vibes of sadness and knowing my son needs me and that the right people are not there to protect him. When I looked at this book with him again, the french book about the puppy, there were new prints all over the pages. The book about "One Scary Night". I don't know what was wrong, but the book was in perfect shape and when I got it back today, it was like, tons and tons of deeply impressed little fingerprints. Down at the bottom like he was lying on his stomach reading this book and turning the pages over and over or something else that is just weird. If you look at those pages, you can see it. It looks like he turned those pages by himself over 60 times. But it's like fingerprint sets, a whole bunch of them, like some sicko (not my aunt or uncle) forced him to do this. It looks strange and made me sad to see it because either he's reading books to himself a LOT, on his own, which is sad, or he is being forced to do weird things and on top of that, now he has eczema which someone decided to add to his list of problems, just like both my son and I had other strange skin problems and illness and then would have a "cure" at the same time too. How can you even give someone eczema unless you have access to bacterial strains and viruses? My son wouldn't get this from contact with someone just once. He got this from the moment after I told someone about these asshole doctors who did nothing about another condition and SHE guess eczema and I said no it was something else. So I told her, a social worker at DSHS, no, but then my son shows up with this. It isn't "witchcraft"--it's someone who is very sick in the head using my son and getting to him to torment us both. My aunt and uncle would NEVER have access to anything that causes eczema. I am not even sure it was this or the other laser burn thing he once experienced which scaled over and peeled. Slightly caloused over. Someone is doing this to hurt my son, and me and keep my family intimidated until their friends at the state level can try to turn it on my family and blame them. When I asked my son about the mark near his lip he didn't want to say anything. Someone was brainwashing and scaring him into not saying a word about people again.

I don't believe the way those pages in that book are now, is natural. It isn't the way my son lies down and reads books and most kids do not use their entire hand of fingerprints to turn a page unless maybe he's putting his whole hand there and sliding the page over but there should be some fold to the page then. It just looked different and not natural for him.

If someone has been "in prison" (figuratively) and not able to help my son, he needs their help now. And so do I. Because both my son and I are being screwed over.

In his lunch today all he had was grape juice and yogurt.

This whole week I had bad, bad, feelings and sadness and maybe it has only changed, despite the problems and harassment, this evening, because one thing might be going better for him.

I would say one other strange thing that happened was when I got the bunny, the feedstore guy was trying to get me to go for one of 3 "Dutch" bunnies. They were more expensive and it didn't make sense. He tried to tell me one of them had been "hypnotized" and just laid on its back and they had a photo of it but then he said he couldn't find it.

This was a day in Sodom & Gommorah and I just thought, "earthquake please" but didn't really pray it. I don't have enough faith yet. One day I started to sense it was actually going to happen, seriously, and then I prayed against it because I started getting a bad feeling and the next day I had my visit with my son and they were doing their "earthquake" drill. But really, when there are just so many very sick games being played, I truly, truly, PRAY (though I haven't in earnest yet) it happens. I also need to pray that other places where things are originating are hit. I've never prayed for personal harm to come to anyone, except once or twice, I did pray for cancer for a couple people who were really truly bad. And it took a lot to get me to that point. But I feel comfortable praying for mass destruction to property because when these people are going to such lengths to mess with me and my son, there is a thing as anger for a good cause.

I really did get this impression something was on its way, for Washington State, but I actually prayed the opposite because I had a bad feeling from it for some reason. I didn't pray for it, but I sensed it and then it didn't happen. I think this town and state needs a real wake up call. But then, I have these people coming in from other countries and other areas, and it does make you wonder about that too.