Monday, February 1, 2010

My Latest "Message" (Photos)


Here is what the opened drawer holds, and this includes scissors I brought to my son's visit once which affected him like he'd been traumatized.



The drawer pulled out and left open with the 5 horse shoes on top.


This is an unopened package of medical gloves, like the one the military nurse guy was wearing when I last went to the clinic. The nurse's name was supposedly "Chuck". He wore a black t-shirt under his nurse uniform and had a Southern accent, and said he was a "traveling nurse" (one who set items out in numbers of 3 everywhere. Pills, stickers, whatever) He said his favorite place to go on duty was Scotland.

The following photos are of the coffee table thing which was turned over on its side, and looked like a coffin. Rightside up it doesn't look like a coffin so much, but this is where the pillow and blanket were placed, and then the most recent message of beams and an exacto knife. There is nothing around which requires an exacto knife. These photos show where this is in the entrance, how close to my door of entry.









Well, you think I'm joking and maybe I'm reading into things, but I came home today, to my space which is supposed to be private, and found two plywood beams with the number 2 on them, next to an exacto knife.

First of all, even if "2" doesn't mean "swift death", people know what I've written about it and what I have thought, from reading online. Then, my son's fingers were cut, and it looked like the kind of cuts from an exacto knife and then I've had this laid out in various places which are just conspicuous.

Tonight, okay, put your 2 beams out on the "coffin table" where I'll be sure to notice when I come in, and with the number "2" on them, and sure, with an exacto knife. Any particular reason why an exacto knife would be lying on beams of wood? One doesn't cut wood with an exacto knife.

Then I walk down the hall and one of the tool box drawers is opened, and it's the one with all the knives, scissors which scared my son, and exacto knives. Pulled out all the way.

No big deal if it wasn't happening every single day. And then there are new gloves on the mantle with the number "6" on them. If it's not been serious, it's all been mind games to try to drive me nuts. This has been going on for a long time and I'm really tired of it--if anything it's been intentionally to cause me distress and concern.

At the state visitation offices, it's been far worse, but I have been blocked from documenting what's going on and whenever I've tried to use electronics anyway, they are jammed by some other technology. Someone in the state offices was using jamming devices even when I first didn't have a ban, and yet my equipment cut out. What I did have, was ruined by individuals who maybe know a couple of members of my family who want my son or who knew state workers and didn't want the facts to come out. So my memory cards were both erased and stolen. I even had two Wenatchee police officers delete footage from my videocamera. They arrested me on false charges and then I got my videocam back and all visitation footage (which was then legal) had been deleted.

That's Wenatchee. Police. Wenatchee police deleted my footage illegally and Chelan county detectives covered up abuse of a child and mocked me. They're not pulling me over for illegal things all the time anymore because I don't have a car. That's the only reason I'm not being harassed in this fashion.

I see the movie "The Cove" about how some of the police and town people just want to get rid of someone on bogus charges and at that point, I thought about me. I thought about MY life and what I have been put through.

Bad Energy & Movie "The Cove"

These should be two separate posts, but today was terrible and is just becoming a culmination of things. However, when things were getting very out of hand with state workers in Spokane and Seattle, someone in Wenatchee actually helped for once. Helped a lot actually. It really made a difference and was appreciated.

Then, okay, the strange thing was that the very strong and positive energy was there today, even as I was on the phone with total assholes, it was out there somewhere. I was sitting there, talking on the phone to total sheisters who were hanging up on me or disconnecting me left and right and harassing me, and yet, someone was very near to me or something was very good. It was one of those times where I absolutely knew it had nothing to do with mood, because my own personal mood was foul. But something was really connecting with me in a positive way, even as I was being harassed by unemployment officials. This was around 3 p.m.-5 p.m.

Then, right at about 6 p.m. or 6:30 p.m., I felt something sad. I didn't know what I'd done wrong, to make a difference but something wasn't right. I felt I was in the wrong place, or where did this strong connection go that suddenly became sad? I then called for my son and found out it wasn't even my son, unless my son happened to be thinking about his mother at that very moment, while he was trying to content himself with playing cars with someone else. He'd played with cars with me during our visit and was desperate to have me stay and he didn't want to leave, and had the saddest eyes, pleading and worried, and they dragged him away today, as he stood there, refusing to go, staring into my eyes as I promised I would see him in just one day and I would wait right there. At the moment I felt the sadness, I called about a half hour into it, and asked what my son was doing. He was playing with cars I was told. I wondered if this caused my son to think about me as I was also thinking of him. It may have been something else, but I thought about it.

So then, I was at someone's house to watch this movie "The Cove" which I had picked up and kept trying to figure out how to operate the DVD player upstairs but I couldn't do it. It is really a compliment that Google offices in Seattle thought I was such a hacker threat they didn't even want me in their bathroom long. (I thought, "Damn! I am a good con!") just kidding. So I watched it at this house with other people, and really liked it.

I found a lot of messages to draw inspiration from, or to relate to. One of the women fell asleep. I thought, "Wow. I wonder if some people really wouldn't care for this." You know, because it's slow moving or something.

My first thoughts on it were, "The Royal Family." Sort of like, everyone supposedly loves you and yet your relatives are being killed off in "accidents" or simply slaughtered in a slow death. Trapped, in a prison to be admired in captivity. They started talking about Dolphin theme parks and love and yet secret killing, and that was my first thought.

My second thought was maybe some gang. I don't know, maybe I'm the latest in some kind of group that people want to kill off, and yet I made it harder on myself by alienating myself from others, not knowing my own history. Then I thought about the FBI "dolphins" or whatever, and how they don't have any good people and a whole legion of crooked assholes, and maybe the CIA is worse, who knows. I thought about how Raul Bujanda was going to give me a necklace, supposedly, with a dolphin pendant on it.

The movie was like a fucking Rorshach.

I also thought about kids, and how people just sell children as commodities, and use and abuse them, to make money. I really thought about kids and my son a lot. I also thought about human traficking and using women and children and exploiting them, even men too. And of course, I thought about the dolphins

I also thought about all the pirating over in Somali waters, and how I found all this political turmoil and how radioactive and nuclear tainted fish was being fished and served out to tons of Europeans and Americans in a vicious cycle where other little companies were poluting the waters, and how no one seems to be brought up for accountability, as many people are likely affected by this. It could be huge, a major, significant issue, I mean, would you eat fish that were barely alive and tainted by nuclear waste? If people in Somalia were dying from it or getting very sick, imagine eating the fish.

I also thought about mercury poisoning in the U.S. today and how it's been declared not to be a problem when studies already show it is. Someone just didn't want to lose a major class action lawsuit.

(ummm...do you believe me now, that I'm an ENTP? or INTP? So "P" it's annoying and so "N" I get into trouble).

So I just had so many different things come to mind, including Wenatchee. I saw this movie and by the end I thought, "This is a movie about Wenatchee." Bingo. About anyone who doesn't have a voice, or who is being brutally treated, in secret, where all others are cut out of the discovery.

I almost cried at the part where the woman diver first tears, where she talks about babies being separated from their parents. But then, I just watched until the end, and the guy comes in with the t.v. screen across his chest. Admitedly, for me, I thought, "Oh no, it looks nuts." But I said out loud, "I'm really glad a movie was made because just that alone looks kind of nuts and wouldn't get the message out." But then, the part that surprised me the very most, was my own emotional response at the end.

At the end, it wasn't until the end, where it then showed people who got fired over lying, and new laws which were enacted, and children which were saved from eating mercury tainted products, and all this...I almost burst into tears. Being in company, I astounded myself by only tearing up but I fought it! I won!

My next crazy thought, the next thought after this dramatic climax was:

William of Wales.

(I wrote "poor fish" but had to delete because it sounded demeaning)

Yeah, I'd had a beer by that time. So chalk it up to the beer.

To clarify, for whatever reason, his face came up briefly at the very end. But when I think about it intellectually, these people have a LOT of peer pressure but they still have choice. They do, despite all odds, have God-given choice and more resources to fall back on, even if it means uncertaintly or exile.

There are a lot of others who really experience what dolphins in this movie experience.

I was very sympathetic to the actual dolphins, and especially to the idea that good came out of evil and corruption and dishonesty. But I still felt like, "I really do care about dolphins" but what about all these people too? who are treated like these dolphins and yet they're really people and no one is doing anything.

The movie demonstrated how money gets to many, and the power of propaganda. Even when offered the same amount of money to release these dolphins, to buy their freedom, these corrupt people refused, claiming their work was "pest control." I could relate to this movie as someone who has been treated in similiar fashion, and I also did feel like Diana would have loved this movie and identified with it.

Visit With My Son (cars)

I'm going to write this post about my visit tonight. I made enough notes about what we did and things said and everything so I think this is good enough for now.

Harassment By People In Wenatchee

I should write out all the people who have threatened me that I would end up like JFK or Marilyn Monroe, in this town.

I might also want to list which police officers I've noticed are corrupt and which ones have harrassed me or handed me razors at a courthouse.

I also feel most of this originated from what I had to go through, maybe with a certain religious group. When I think back to who has been involved, it starts putting things into perspective.. It's not everyone, of course not, but behind a lot of this, it seems to be partly motivated by religion.

Others have tried to involve people who are into gangs or government positions, but when I try to find where this began or what it keeps going back to, I find the same things.

I have a much broader perspective. My eyes are opened more now, and I don't just think it's one person or another or that it's just certain people who don't like me. It's a lot more people now, who are pissed or dislike me for their own reasons. But this had an origin, at least, for my life and with what's happened with my son and I think some of it has been pushed and encouraged by some religious groups who were upset. Then, my getting interested in Diana didn't really help, on some fronts.

When I think about how so many have been connected to eachother, and who was connected to what, I start to figure things out more. I have a lot of military connections and government stuff, but there is more to that. I really do not blame regular people in general, for not knowing and not understanding or being misinformed. I get pissed off, but I cannot blame most people who really have no idea.

Anyway, I have to talk to Will too. The other night when I was in the waiting room, and the guy with the Gonzaga shirt was sitting there, he sat there without having anyone go in and being treated and then these people came in who were wearing glasses like Will is wearing in his facebook profile. The Gonzaga guy thought it was hilarious and left with them. All of a sudden, since I found his facebook page, I have had people come up to me or get into my space who are wearing these glasses, almost all of them. One guy brought his own kids in, wearing them. It was like people looked up Will's profile and all decided to wear glasses and come around me and joke about it.

Wenatchee Drug Trafficking & Visit With My Son (description of corruption)

My son looked good again today, like maybe he's been doing slightly better in the last couple of weeks...he was gaining weight and his skin looks good and I didn't see any marks. I do know that he seemed to get upset when he saw he'd marked his own hand accidentally with a pen and said "what is this mark for?".

He said over and over, in our visit, at one point, he wanted to stay with me, in the room, over and over and over. The monitor just sat there, not writing anything. Finally, when she continued not to write anything, I said, "Could you document that please?" without audio recording these monitors just write down whatever they want and don't even document things.

There are so many things that my son has said and done, that demonstrates our "bond" and they are NOT writing these things down. Instead, they are quick to write down if my son wipes a kiss off of his face, but ANYTHING and everything which would show what kind of bond my son and I have, is not written down.

I have noticed a few things about this new monitor, and documented some things privately. She has worn things which she has thought would upset me and I can get into that later, just mind game stuff from Anne as well. I asked today if she was Catholic and it came to mind because she has worn a rosary around her wrist at every visit and this time it was covered up but I asked and she said yes. I asked, not becasue the religion matters so much as some other connections and affiliations I've been able to put together. There is absolutely no wrong or right or bad or good connotation, I just want to see the visitation notes from her and if they're squaring. I think I asked her after I saw her smirking when I was looking at what my son brought in for lunch and saw there were 6 cherry tomatoes, a strawberry yogurt, and a roast beef sandwich. I guess ham sandwiches were supposed to symbolize Alvaro and roast beef is for the Wenatchee Chris. The thing is, they tried to mix it up today, a little, to throw me off. It was more of the same but mixed up too.

Then, I don't know what the deal was, but this one woman wearing white was sitting outside, and my son was wearing a white tee shirt and when I got up this morning some housemate put a large white cloth on my counter. So everything was white, with my son, and then I get to the offices and I saw this pretty woman looking over at the monitor and then get a weird look. It was like that "checking" look or exchange again. I don't know what the deal is, but these people are always looking at the monitor in a hopeful manner, and then after getting a look from the monitor or symbol, they're expression falls or they look disgruntled or something. Every single time, someone is checking with the monitor for some kind of "sign".

Michelle burst into our visit again, in full view of everyone sitting out in the main lobby, and had a delighted grin on her face. I told Michelle, and Michelle knows, she is not to interrupt visits and this time it was to "drop off a letter" which she knows she is to mail or give to my lawyer. She is supposed to direct everything to the attorney and then he is supposed to let me know.

Today the monitor had on a green shirt with green and blue jewelry and silver and a grey sweater over it and brown shoes. She had a red and white pen and then Michelle burst into the room in a red shirt.

They had the room set up with their crap again. they had the letter "T" from the scrabble box, all over the room. Not just one letter, a bunch. They had the monkey face down in the toybox with toys all over him and then they had the penguin facing me (the penguin has been associated with red and green colors for whatever reason, and black and white), and the chicky to the side. They had the blue plane out and three chairs lined up in a row along the wall. There was no table out in front of them, they just had three chairs lined up against the wall and all the tables to the side. Then they had set out one book: Curious George's "opposites". One other thing they did was put a folded piece of paper on the top bookshelf, the same shape and kind that I had been walking with today on the way to my visit, writing down license plate numbers of people who were driving by harassing. Some of the numbers I just documented for how many times they were coming up, like today, "TWE" over and over. But I looked at the faces of some of these people driving, and I saw, some of these people are just following some kind of directive but they don't even want to be part of it, and they're actually glad I'm writing things down. I had a piece of paper folded into a quarter size of a full sheet, and then I would use the back and inside, and when I got to the visit room, someone had put a paper folded like this, where I would see it.

So I will get to the visit and what happened there. But some of the things I documented. The cars out in front of the state offices were red and silver with a blue one in front and for whatever reason, this is where the cars with colors of the week get parked. Then, there was some harassment by a few people on the way over but not the whole time. I wrote down some of the kinds of trucks with what names were blazoned across, as I was going by.

Lots of construction trucks, and a TGR truck, alliance johnston truck, ASAP plumbing, Vitamilk (I take milk to my son with DHA added to it) and have seen Vitamilk trucks on my way to the visit everytime after, After Hours plumbing (that guy just stared at me and was mocking), Widmer, and a G.C. Richardson truck which decided to turn as I was writing things down. Then there was a four car thing that went by very slowly, with a construction truck leading, followed by a Colombia van (04669) for travel, and then a black car and then a white car. I couldn't tell on any kind of real pattern. The cars were all different but I saw a ton of cars with the letter X in the license plate. Harassment from 121 PKO (red sedan driven by man with brown hair); 954 VTF (grey haired man mocking); 761 YPA (dark haired woman as passenger harassing); 137 2GU (three passengers). I wrote down a lot more. Lots more, but those are just a few. The other thing, after my visit with my son, was a license from Oregon, 545 TWE, but I didn't notice any harassment at all. It was just another TWE one, and yet it was from Oregon. The truck I noticed was license #95405 Phantom with the logo on the back "Dreaming My Life Away".

Mainly though, I left my house, and walked at least 2 miles to the offices to see my son, and this time, for the first time, I took this folded up piece of paper and wrote numbers down and then I get to the state office for the visit and someone had put a paper folded up like this on the top shelf, where I would see it. There is usually nothing there but books. But someone made a point to mock what I was doing, who worked for the state. Almost every single worker I've met, goes along with this stuff, almost every single one, and that's where it's totally corrupt.

When all the state workers are involved in the gang stuff, they use this power, or people use THEM, and use their positions of power in alliance with whatever their gang connection is. So they don't do ANYTHING honestly. All of it is bribes and favors and they deliberately block people from documenting what is really happening. It is absolutely, completely corrupt here.

It's one thing, to have some kind of community group or thing on the side, and it's something totally different when those who are being paid by the government of the United States of America, are totally corrupt.

Then, people really DO feel desperate and almost forced to "pick a side" or some group to try to help, but all this does is benefit those at the top who want this to happen, who pull the strings.

I knew Wenatchee was corrupt before, and I heard stories, but I didn't really know "how" or "why" or what the deal was. Now I understand a little more, that the mob or mafia has completely infilitrated this town from top to bottom. Completely. And yet all these border wars and foreign land wars are waged, and not one single thing is being done about the problem right here. It needs to be completely dismantled.

I really do not see how anyone gets their kid back or is able to fight this at all. I am absolutely powerless. I had people on the East Coast tell me it was no use.

Here, in Wenatchee, the people driving government vehicles: police cars, from all counties, and UPS trucks and US postal trucks, run their vehicles back and forth for mafia games. These people are USING United States government vehicles, to act out the orders of anther government, which is not one which has been implemented by the people and for the people and there are zero controls. If there are zero controls on corruption in the actual government, how is it a government at all? The people running this country, if it's like Wenatchee, are not people we see on the surface whom we appointed to office.

I see the looks on the faces of people driving these U.S. vehicles, in their games, and they are getting off on it, and if not that, all looking afraid. I thought, seriously, the first time I saw 5 U.S. Post trucks driving by in a row, looking up at me, I thought there was some kind of hostage situation going on or some kind of national emergency or statement being made. When I saw 3 or 4 UPS drivers, all in a row, with some guy in a truck streaming American flags, I thought, "What the hell?" It was like, at first, it ws this "US" against "UK" and I thought maybe this is just blue against red or something. Is that what was meant by "Are you a patriot?" it's like "patriot" is slang for blue gang and maybe "european christian" is slang for red gang. The stuff over here has been nuts.

And by the way, is anyone REALLY interested in the so-called "drug problem"? Because I would think, if the U.S. really is, they'd have their asses down in Wenatchee and the Tri-cities. Because, in my opinion, you don't have this kind of tight-knit control over people unless there is something very big that's highly organized and needs or forces people to conform and to be quiet about it too.

You do NOT have this kind of use of non-lethal weapons on citizens and in-fighting and these levels of corruption, unless there is money coming from somewhere which is being laundered and used to pay for bribes. There is a climate of control here that is consistent with very large-scale drug trafficking.

Where would people be getting their money to pay people off with? You don't just pay people off and think no one will ever find a money trail. You figure out a way to hide things and then threaten people and extend the same kind of control you do over those running the drugs, over the people running the politics. Because every good boss or gang knows, you need people who will "have your back" when you stuck in a tight spot in the justice system, should anyone even manage to squeak or bother to say a word.

What about the fucking trains that are being run through this area?

The police are predominantly corrupt,the Judges are predominantly corrupt, as are the state workers, and then you have the DEA coming in and some of them are corrupt too and covering things up.

I had one guy tell me there's a rumor that there is a "vein of gold" running through Wenatchee underground somewhere. We were talking about mining. I will tell you what the "vein of gold" is. It's drugs and corruption. State workers are getting paid for a lot more than their services that we see on the top. People are making money off of corruption itself, like it's some kind of interest off of actual monies.

The only reason people are able to get away with lying and doing whatever they want here, is because it's done for other reasons at various times, and if someone or some powerful group at the top wants to exert their power, the same power they exert over drug trafficking and other forms of corruption, they start to lean on and punish people they don't like, who refuse to go along.

The thing is, there are probably a few people who got into this kind of thing, in the periphery who felt powerless and wanted to try to do something, and some of those people who are on the outside are better than some of these state workers, because the State of Washington, is corrupt.

Not everyone is like this, so I don't mean to lump them all together, but there is a totally different sort of thing in this town and probably state in general.

Koho, the local station, has been really great. Playing songs about how "nothing can hold me back from you" (not even a gun), and crap about "mama, you'd better find a new best friend (my only photo of me and my son in our car in Canada said "best friends" above it) and then just one song after the other.
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Onto the visit:

Computer Hacking: Deleted and Orphaned Files

I turned off the computer after leaving it on last night. I left it on when I left the house, and roommates still there. So I didn't turn it off and then restart until just now.

I got a message that several alterations had been made. I have to have a computer person check it out.

The only other time this happened was when I was at Floyd's house and left the computer there while I left to visit with someone else. I came back to a bunch of deleted and orphaned files.

I tried to write everything down but it processed too fast for me to document everything. What I got was:

Deleting corrupt attribute record 128 from file segment 55657
deleting corrupt attribute record 128 from file segment 68247
file verification complete
CHDSK verfying indexes
correcting error in index $I30 for file 59724
correcting error in index $I30 in file 59724
Orphaned...58517
58563
58577
58598
58611
then a bunch of other things, and then inserting something or other. It moved too fast to capture everything.

This has only happened twice since I've had this computer: once when I left it on at the house with a former housemate and then this time.

Energy Today

Even with so much calamity, the energy seemed decent, until this morning. I sort of woke early and the energy just felt sad or empty. Missing. It felt sort of strong and I felt pretty connected to something and then overnight, just changed. Like someone left.

Almost every morning now I'm also waking up with worry about the corruption and the way my case with my son has been handled. I am waking each and every morning with my son on my mind and how these state workers have made it impossible to see any kind of real justice.

If I'm eventually suing for damages, civil and criminal damages, maybe I should go on anti-depressants. I almost wonder, because with what they have done to both me and my son, in provoking me and allowing the harm to come to my son, and refusing his requests to be with his mother, I really do wonder. Intentional infliction of emotional distress is far more suitable than negligence because these workers have been in my face, threatening me and purposefully lying. That makes it intentional, not negligent.

I am also thinking again about filing a human rights complaint to an international agency and also want to find some other country for looking at grounds for political asylum. There is no call for the kind of harassment and obstruction of justice I and my son have been put through, and too many U.S. government workers have been directly involved.

I am also getting my book published, about Diana, outside of the U.S. I would rather have some of the royalties or proceeds go to a different country, and actually, if they can do it, I wouldn't mind it being Pakistan. Pakistan really adored Diana. I don't know if there would be any conflict though, if someone in crown gov. doesn't want any kind of books about her at all, and they have some influence there still. So I don't know.

I just know, that after I've had all these mind games played by people here, and the blatant lying and lack of intervention, on even the most basic levels, I would rather see some portion of proceeds go to a different country, or even another third world type of country, as long as someone has the capability of printing and distributing.

If people in the U.S. are helping, where are you? Why has this been allowed to happen to my son, and to me? My most basic rights and the rights of my son, have been so disregarded.

Every single one of the workers I've had to deal with here, should be fired. But they continue working in their positions with zero oversight. The lawyers who I reported to the Bar should have been sanctioned, and they've not been sanctioned. My current lawyer and this firm have done nothing but deliberately obstruct and pervert the course of justice in my case.