Angela Merkel's CIA (CIA Asset?), Trump, Marla Maples and FBI Donnie Brasco

I think the wiki on Angela Merkel is incorrect and missing information. Most likely because of the U.S. CIA. This page on her states she did not enter politics until 1989 and that is not true. I met her at a statehouse, not a "University" (to my knowledge) before 1989. There was a campus of sorts I suppose, but it looked like an official political house to me. I suppose I could look up her University, but there was nothing in the inside that looked like a college or chemistry place.

I looked her up because I remember how she was later in the news calling someone from the U.S. up or complaining she was being spied on. The U.S. papers and wiki page are claiming she began making these allegations in 2002 and she was making them much earlier than that. She was claiming her phone was "bugged" a very long time ago and contacted the U.S. about it. I remember because I met her in Germany and didn't forget her name or face and wondered why she was in the newspapers on the front page or news. I hadn't thought a lot of people in the U.S. even knew who she was, so I always remembered it.

I met her after meeting Vladimir Putin in Russia, which is interesting considering she was fluent in Russian. Since she took my necklace from me that I had last been wearing in Russian, I had wondered then if she knew him. Well maybe that's a given because possibly both she and Putin are CIA operatives.

She said, "Did you get it?" and then eyed my necklace and smirked. It was my heart necklace. It hurt my feelings she took it from me, as if I had no attachment to it and it made me wonder what kind of a spy she was, to steal my necklace from me like it was secret information or something to pass onto someone else instead of me. She is either a fantastic actress or she was really hateful about me. I mean, she was cordial I should say, when I was in her house or place of business. At the door when she first saw "Cameo", for the first time face-to-face, her expression was of hatred. I thought "Who is she and why does she hate me when I don't even know her?" There was nothing inside the necklace. Believe me, it was just a necklace but I think it was the idea of giving her "my heart" as in, getting the heart of Snow White to take to the Queen kind of thing. This is sort of a theme they had going. I think it's why I was given schizandra berries to bleed into a bowl and have the bloody bowl taken, carried, like a bloody heart or something into another room for "Katie Middleton". Regardless, it was my jewelry and they were stealing from me. It was valuable actually not just junk or costume jewelry and then she stole it and gave me some cross instead.

I thought about her after finishing an assignment for a class at OSU which I remember from the 80s. The data assignment is exactly the same and it's about weather and climate. I was taken to a news station afterwards and met weather channel people and they said maybe you could work for us but it was a lie. One of the women was Asian and I still remember she didn't like me. Those news people also got a drop-off of money. I can't imagine why news weather people would take a money drop unless it was just bribe money for the entire station or media in the area, in preparation for me to be raped by Barak Obama, and possibly, insurance money against any attempt from me to contact media after I was sodomized by CIA and officials on bridges.

After my class at OSU in climate change, which I am taking again and is taught by Karen Shell with use of a Cambridge book, I was in Seattle with the adults talking about "energy" and heating and cooling costs after I'd done this assignment about heating and cooling rates in the State of Oregon. They went on and on about their air conditioner. I didn't forget it because I thought why are they going on about the air conditioner so much and making references to my class that I was in?

I had even signed up for a chemistry course through Pearsons and hoped to at least still use it on my own, when I wasn't going to OSU because I was bribed not to go, after I started the second term. I never did anything with it after being traumatized by the premeditated rape and electrocution of me and then the shock of having my "Dad", Robert, sit there with Obama to masturbate into socks.

The man who gave me the heart necklace was Donald Trump. I am not talking about the locket I received from Johnny Spencer, which I was forced to give to Middletons and which was engraved. I mean later, I met Donald Trump and he had given me a heart shaped pendant.

The diamond I had picked out, when Prince Charles asked me what I wanted for a wedding ring, a secret one, when we went shopping, was in the shape of a heart. It was a regular diamond, not a colored jewel, and it was brilliant. It was a first class diamond but some didn't like it because they thought it was childish maybe, that I'd choose a heart design. It was what I wanted and what I thought of to represent "love". I did have some peculiar or particular tastes, but like I said, it was a brilliant diamond. I did not realize how expensive but I really wanted it because I thought this really says love. I guess I just said that. So anyway, some of the particular tastes I remembered when I saw Charles' tie for the Time cover. I noticed the pattern and how it makes the eye move and remembered how I didn't like stripes that were diagonal because they felt too 'one-sided'. I don't know if it was a programmed taste or not, because I was programmed to "scan" with my eyes looking left and right quickly to access both parts of my brain. I'm not sure what it was, but give me anything but diagonal stripes on a tie. Now I don't mind probably but it came up again after I found myself scanning his eyes even in a photo and then looking for a tie for my son and having this aversion to all things diagonal. The other weird thing I noticed that night was I was sitting in the tub reading with a candle there and I looked over and saw this egg-carton mattress was folded up and had the same pattern as his tie. From my angle that way it was more of a squished diamond shape design that egg-pattern. Not only that, I had been thinking about FBI director James Comey and had a bag of guinea pig pellets next to the mattress and could see the words "Wild pig" on it from where I was and thought about Comey and his whacked up torture of me at Charles' house. Then on the floor the only thing there I noticed was some odd scrap that was a "K" and a Roman numeral of VI next to it and I thought, "Oh. It's like being at Birkhall all over again." Anyway, I had liked designs that had more even to even balance at the time. I appreciate asymmetry now and see a counter-balance in it, but not then. I felt very obsessive-compulsive about some matters of "order" and "just-so". The U.S. wanted to turn me into a slob and have me look like a lunatic.

I wonder what I did as a baby that was so scary to them. I stared at them with my "radar-eyes"? Something must have happened that looked miraculous or was, aside from the horrific torture they committed against me. I would love to know how I defeated the enemy as a baby. What did I do to spook them? Did objects move around a room on their own when I was mad? Did I fall into a pool and swim my own rescue out? Whatever it was, they marked me.

I have a right to know who my real parents are.

I guess to sum up this post, and I realize my last several posts have several topics and are not all titled and divided as they should be for clarity, but I have a serious reason to believe it's possible both Vladimir Putin (Russia) and Angela Merkel (Germany) have been CIA assets. I liked Putin, mostly for not completely molesting me, even if he touched me. However, because everything my parents (Robert and Dicksie) did was state-sponsored from the U.S. and because they were transporting me to all these places, I believe the reason the "Iron Curtain" fell and Berlin Wall fell is because the CIA infiltrated these countries and bribed and blackmailed officials and tortured me as well, to get what they wanted.

Every single person who did anything bad to me, the CIA and FBI rewarded with huge sums of money or got into one of the highest positions in the country. Think about it. How did Angela Merkel go from being a chemistry teacher to Chancellor of Germany? I met her at her "chemistry" phase and she stole my necklace that Donald Trump gave me and rises to be what is basically the President of Germany? These "assets" were all sponsoring Katie Middleton as well, so it is no wonder she has CIA welfare and support generated from more than one country. I witnessed Mike Middleton and what appeared to be one of my parents killing a military man while in Merkel's place who wanted me to work for him. The U.S. didn't want me working for anyone and getting out of their sadistic grip. They killed this man when he saw evidence I was sodomized and molested. She was also at the table where he was saying "Tell me what you know about the CIA" and I did't know anything but I talked about their offices and some training because it was open-knowledge. I was AT the headquarters and trained in some things there, but I wasn't hired by them or I didn't sign up for anything I should say. I had no secrets to give away--it was all routine exercise stuff that anyone could obtain by looking at their training manuals. So there was Angela sitting there the whole time, smiling.

The CIA also attempted to use these individuals as a buffer internationally for the crimes they were committing against me which they knew were bad enough to involve war crimes panels and the UN. At one point, to make a point to me about how I'd never get anywhere, I was flown to the UN headquarters and not everyone was there but a few were and they made fun of me. They got money too. I saw the money being given to those UN individuals when we got there.

The U.S. spent billions upon probably trillions. "Where did the money come from?" you ask. The U.S. had the largest share in the cocaine market I answer. The U.S. had a ton of money "unaccounted for". They could have paid off the entire national "debt" with it and instead they got the money through black arms negotiations, cocaine and drug trafficking, human and pedophile trafficking, and spying. That way, if anyone was "auditing" the Treasury records, although some money was laundered to people through "job promotions" and increased salaries (a form of bribe or reward), much of the money was coming from off-shore accounts, and cold hard cash, diamonds, and other valuables and hidden vaults and boxes. The U.S. was picking up all of the drug addicts money as well, and using it to fund Katie Middleton and torture of ME and to pay off people and the UN from being honest. This is why it's really hilarious to me Katie chose a "drug addict" and cancer of kids charity for herself because she is part of the reason there are addicts and broken families, and is also part of the reason some kids were tortured and killed along with their families. Not just her of course, I mean, she wasn't the only CIA asset the U.S. was putting into place internationally with the FBI.

I was literally in that big room where the UN holds some of their conferences. Like I said, not "everyone" was there. What is sort of weird, which I vaguely remember, is first there was a smaller group and money was given to them. Then there was a big group, like a lot of attendees. I don't know why I was there but all of these international people did see me there. I never got anywhere with it.

At another hearing in the U.S., I was involved as a kid in some way and the Judge cut it off when I was trying to testify in a closed-court sealed hearing of some kind. He said we had to go to chambers and when we did, the Prosecuting attorney and the state attorney suddenly revealed they were the same team and MONEY was exchanged. They had actually used the excuse of having a hearing for an excuse to be together in a room privately with briefcases (legal attaches) that were PACKED with dough. By "dough" I mean money, and it's a term I used as a kid because that's what some of the mobsters called it: dough. Like Homer Simpson saying "DOH!" and Donnie Brasco was one of the men who called it "dough". "Putting bread on the table" is like another way of saying "dough". "You got the dough pizza man?" The UK and Canada also funneled a ton of money to the U.S. and others to distribute because the royals and their government didn't want me talking about pedophilia and electrocution either.

Then when the Judge and lawyers got out of the meeting, or hearing, they all pretended like nothing had just happened, even though I was there as a kid to witness the whole thing. Not only that, one time the Judge was also given a manila envelope and it had photos I think. The lawyer said, "You wanna have a look at this?" and I think it was blackmail pics, maybe of himself in a compromised position, like naked with a kid or something, and he had one look and said "Okay" and then cut everything off and came up with excuses to rule the way the blackmailers wanted him to rule, which was against me and against my human rights.

The U.S. was so paranoid about the assets they had and how they wanted to break down the world to serve them, the pedophile torturers, they literally went to the UN and bribed the UN. I was in front of them at one point, and it's possible someone took me or got me there somehow, thinking maybe I had a chance to get out from under, but instead, it was like an exercise in futility. International people DID know I was severely abused. They did not know maybe, that it was quite as bad as it was.

As for the heart diamond ring I had picked out with Charles, I was told it was saved in a vault for me for later. All of my jewelry around that time was hearts. Edward Spencer gave me a heart locket, and I wanted a heart diamond ring because I thought it meant love, and Donald Trump gave me a necklace with a heart. Diana said she wanted to be the "Queen of Hearts". One time she was upset and took me out on horses to a tree and said you see that? and showed me a carving into a tree and said, "Charles and Camilla". However what I remember is that Charles went out and I watched him carve a heart and that he loved me on a tree himself and Diana was upset over it.

I think Donald Trump and Marla Maples may have had something to do with helping organize Barak Obama's rape of me. I say this because Marla was trying to set me up with the U.S., and I visited Trump in Chicago around the time I was visiting Julia Thornton and my parents were going back and forth with Barak's friend "Frank", the Italian guy who drove the getaway car for Barak after he raped me in Seattle. I would have to check because I also was having to hang around the FBI's Donnie Brasco either in Chicago or New York and I was taken to a pizza parlor mob meeting where I think the FBI hoped I'd be killed in cross-fire because they had a full-blown shoot-out. I thought, "Why did Donnie take me to this meeting and put my life in danger?" Why? Oh, well, no one knew he worked for the FBI then did they. After he got me there I told them he was an FBI "rat". The FBI tried to murder me. Donnie was no friend of mine. He tried to have me killed and killed the mobster who knew he was a rat like I did. The FBI and Donnie claim he wanted to be a "made man" and kill someone to look legit to everyone but the FBI thought it was too risky and that's not true. He killed people and I saw him. The FBI likes to murder others and then try to keep a "good guy" image while their cops are dragging bloody bodies across red and white checkered tablecloths. He had the man killed who knew he was a rat and who agreed with me and then he attempted to have ME killed. Then the excuse was some macho idea of "Nobody insults Donnie". The Italian who was murdered had also said, pointing to me, "THAT's the boss." The FBI didn't like it. I don't know what I was going to be the boss over but a main boss had decided in that meeting I was the boss of something and they killed him. Who didn't want me to be the boss? The FBI because it was Donnie Brasco's rats who were trying to murder me, use me, and ruin my life. Then Donnie's excuse was to make himself look like an more macho man by claiming he was defending his honor, and this gun fight broke out and then they were dragging bloody bodies and rolling them up inside of long plastic tablecloths.

One of the hearings that involved a corrupt Judge, was over Donnie Brasco The Fucker. Donnie and the FBI are fucking liars and corrupt assholes. They got a Judge to give them what they wanted, because the FBI fucking blackmailed the Judge with photos. JUST like the FBI I've always FUCKING known. The FBI was also trying to degrade me with their hooker Julia Thornton, who they were putting into position as a "psychologist" and were going to use against me in the future.

The FBI electrocuted me in their offices and premeditated raping me. They were mad that I had correctly identified their 'asset' Brasco as an "FBI rat" and I remember Robert Garrett jr. didn't like the idea of my being the one designated as "The Boss" either. So they killed the older Italian who said I was the boss from there-on. He still had his eyes open when he was dying after being shot and he looked at me. He said "Oh my God" and something like "Your Dad" or something about shock over what he'd just realized. It was a whole long dining table length of Italians--supposedly bosses or mafia family or something. They had the one who said I was the boss killed, and tried to kill me there and I escaped by shielding myself and calling 911. They didn't expect me to get to a phone and it scared them off. It was a corded phone and then after I called, someone tried to strangle me with the cord and I said, "They're already on their way." They had too much to do in a short time cleaning up their mess before cops got there than to create another mess.

After I had "exposed" the FBI's "asset" "Brasco" the FBI tried to call me mentally ill. They also retaliated by torturing me, plotting with Frank to rape and electrocute me with Barak Obama, and tried to murder me. Then the rest of the Italians actually fell for the idea for awhile that Donnie was really one of them. My exposing the FBI asset was another reason the FBI used Alan Springer to electrocute my brain. They were trying to fry me so I didn't have the ability to use psychic gifts against them.

Laura Laughlin was involved because she was hired to work involved in mafia and she and Julia were friends and Julia had tried to call me mentally ill and attempted to have me be a lesbian for her. Robert Jordan was hired later for Portland and his name was like a joke because they knew a Robert Garrett had an interest in Katie Middleton who lived in Jordan for awhile. At one point, one of the Roberts had me videotape him telling his message to "his daughter" and I didn't realize "He's not talking about me". He thought he might die so he wanted a recording of himself which I heard was going to Katie about how he tried to do all these things for her and at one point I said, "Why are you calling me "Cam?" I think it was for CEM: Catherine Elizabeth Middleton. He got irritated and mad for asking and he said, "That's your name" and I said, "No, you never call me Cam so why are you calling me Cam and talking to Cam in this video you want to make?" He was giving sort of his life story in it like something to pass on to his daughter if he died and then I was sitting there realizing, "He's not acting like this is even for me or about me but for some other kid." He had this made before I was taking to the mafia blow-out where I was supposed to be murdered with Donnie's help and then I was being raped and electrocuted by the FBI and Barak Obama. He was saying in the video how he did everything for her, and loved her. It was like "Everything I do, I do it for you" (bryan adams) and "It's probably me" (lethal weapon song featuring black man and white man cop--i.e., Barak and Robert jr.).

That's great. Who's my real Dad.

This man, would harm my son just because he is my son, and so would most of my non-family. The FBI kidnapped him.

The other people they got involved to frame me and work against me at that point, were Donald Trump and Marla Maples. Possibly Ivana as well but I'm not sure. They all claimed Donald and Ivanka divorced because Ivana caught him with Marla but that's not really true. I'm not going to say it was a completely agreed-upon ménage-a-trois, but they already knew each other and I saw both Marla and Ivana in the same Donald trump house. He was also a pedophile but he didn't do very much or go very far with it, with me. He did have me sleeping with him and in nightgowns. He said he wanted to work with me, with my image and have me cleaned up looking and professional and I thought he was going to work with me in business. He made me his "assistant" for a short time and showed me architecture plans for buildings and he was the one who told me about the "Seven Wonders of the World." I clicked with him. I did have a good sense for business in fact, and I thought he was exactly, concise and smart, which complemented my brainstorming and creativity, and I was frugal too. I thought we were intellectual equals and I liked his no-nonsense but he could cut to the chase and I didn't have to hear incessant rambling. He tried to teach me to make decisions because I liked exploring options more and I did some research for him and he also asked my opinion about things. However, I think it was a set-up because it turned out Ivana, his wife, and Marla, his mistress, were maybe working with the FBI. Ivana came into the house one time, seeing me and wide-eyed as if scared and then Marla was always Ms. Perky Tits. Marla always had her shirt off. I thought "Why is it that Marla feels she needs to have her shirt off all the time?" and in the house, even if she had a cooking apron on, she kept her shirt and bra off so she was topless 100% of the time. Ivana never did that. Donald told me more than one time he didn't like it when I wore clothes and preferred to have the women in his house nude. I felt too self-conscious and said can't I wear something sheer or something, and my underwear? and he said okay.

Katie being topless out in the ocean is like a nod to Marla Perky Tits. Marla tried to frame me with the U.S. and asked me to spy for her but I thought she meant just investigate some things personally like personal investigation stuff...keep an eye out about so-and-so and tell me such-and-such. I didn't have a problem with that because even a house employee could do that much and I was working as Donald's assistant (so he said). She had her son or relative there and they taped my agreement and then they kept the tape and tried to blackmail people with it. She said, "Call me at this number" and gave me a phone number, after Donald Trump had given me a heart necklace from Tiffany's, and then when I did, police showed up and said, "We got a report of telephonic harassment from Marla Maples. Are you HARASSING MARLA MAPLES???" The cops were all dirty and corrupt and wanted to try to get anything on me after the FBI fucked up big.

I was totally shocked. I called her one time and she had sent the police out. Then I was in Russia later and Putin saw my necklace but didn't steal it from me and then I met Angela Merkel and she stole it from me. She said, "Did you get it?" and had this horrible glare and smirk at me and the only thing I had done in Russia was sign some document Putin gave me for a visa of some kind to be in the country. It's possible she was referring to that document maybe, but she stared at my necklace like Ursulla the Octopus from The Little Mermaid.

Marla knew, and had been on safari with Janet Bechtold's traveling mother and her women friends (OSU professor connected and otherwise) who liked to ride elephants, etc. She tried to ruin my standing at OSU as well as socially and it is very possible since Ivana did know Marla, that all of them were involved in trying to ruin my life. Marla was also partly involved in being in that location for the diamond industry (Africa or whatever). She was having illegal diamonds delivered to her. One of Barak's cousins was helping her with that. They all had links to Barak Obama and FBI. Obviously. There were a few black people who were nice and saw through what was being done to me and they acted like they wanted to help me but it is possible they just expected others to use me and get what they wanted. The same African relatives who were hunting in the woods to murder me with a Robert jr. around, were also helping Marla Maple finance Katie Middleton, and it put all of them in a position of having motives to defame me and try to kill me, and they didn't care if I was degraded and raped or electrocuted by the FBI either. I had to go to a diamond mine with them and everything. They chained me up and forced me to work like one of the slaves there, "looking for diamonds". Literally. In a full-blown African diamond mine. It was like another way to degrade me after I'd picked out a heart-shaped diamond ring for myself with Prince Charles. They all decided if I was reporting pedophilia, they'd make me suffer and punish me every way they think of.

The FBI thought it was great to electrocute me over Donnie Brasco. They claimed it was to get confessions from others, but it was a lie. The FBI just wanted any excuse to torture me. They were also mad at me for not agreeing to be flown to other countries to obtain DNA samples secretly and bring them to the FBI without a warrant.

So...let's think about this one shall we? Barak Obama's family was smuggling diamonds out of Africa for the U.S. and Middletons, and what job did FBI agent Rick Baken have? Diamond expert. How fucking convenient. So basically the FBI's Julia Thornton, who was taking pedophile photos of me in Chicago and knew Barak Obama's friend "Frank", knew Laura Laughlin who knew Donnie Brasco and mob circles, and they already knew Rick Baken who knew where the illegal diamond industry came from--Barak Obama and his family and some Marla Maples and Bechtolds.

Like my son and I had a chance with those fuckers who also support the British royals, the Middleton drug runners and some of the Ukraine-Russian German interests, not to mention a few French and Canadians. So when I was forced to work in a diamond pit, I was chained up, given a pick-ax, and no water or food. That was Barak Obama's family's idea of revenge.

So what doctor does the full-body MRI of me in Maryland and which Barak friend takes me to the black woman doctor who orders it for Barak and the FBI? Alvaro Pardo. Alvaro Pardo, Barak Obama's personal friend, who got me into a hospital after being assaulted by U.S. military technology, to bleed without stopping, and then made sure the doctor was a black woman who knew Barak and who would work with the FBI to again invade my privacy and order full-body MRIs from head-to-toe when I was under anaesthesia. Alvaro Pardo thought maybe he'd just duck out then, after having a look. The same FBI that assaulted me and did full-body MRIs of me as a pre-teen, did it again when they were using Pardo and all of them know Barak Obama and what illegal businesses he's been in and they maybe thought they'd just "check" to what? Make sure I didn't have any 'diamonds' tucked away in my body somewhere? This is after they implanted me with microchips and began torturing me by remote access to them and tracked me.

Did Katie get her video tapes about how Robert Garrett jr. did everything for her and loved her and everything he did he did for her?

How about Charles.

The U.S. obviously has my son thinking and looking like he's working in Obama's fucking diamond pit. Who else is involved in the diamond industry and has been torturing me? Jews. Why would Chris Dabney mock me with a whole Charles routine, and say "I love you" when he was lying and try to have me killed--why do all that as the (gen.3) abuser unless he already was related to the (gen.2) abuser and connected to FBI and those trying to murder me. One of the individuals who stood over me and mocked me when I was at the African diamond pit was George Bechtold.

After I was in Donald Trump's house, living there as his assistant for a short time, and with a Dicksie once showing up there having to go without a bra too because that's how he wanted it, I was then forced to be in Dan Gatti's house. I think it was really possibly Dan Gatti. It was smaller and darker and I was told the same things and I said I wanted to at least wear a bathrobe.

As for one of the Judges who was bribed, even though I met him later under other conditions, I think ONE of them was possibly Erik Lund's dad, which is strange because Robin Bechtold's family was not exactly on his side potentially. Erik and Robin ended up best friends with their families as best friends and yet I think it's possible one of the Judges who was blacklisted had Bechtold working against him. The other odd thing is that he died shortly after I was introduced to him when I was older, when I was 16 or 17. A few years later, he was dead.

Robin Bechtold was really excited that the Iron Curtain and Berlin Wall fell, like his own family had taken part in a personal triumph when his Dad was a criminal and Robin was trying to assault me next. They'd tried to murder me as well as helped Barak Obama, Bushes (I and II, which is why Robin loves living in Texas), and Clinton. What a good feeling he had to take me with him to the OSU campus when I was older and parade me around knowing how his family had screwed me over, and go to offices there to get recommendations for college.

With Donnie Brasco it says John Connolly worked with him and that's an Irish name. I met both of them. They had me staying in their apartment and it was Connolly who introduced me to Brasco because Connolly knew Whitey (James Bulger, another FBI agent). Connolly called me "Good Luck" and said it was "good luck" to have me there and Brasco was more of a bully. They had me sleeping there overnight and in their beds and then wanted me to pretend to be someone's underage girlfriend and serve drinks. The FUCKING FBI used me, and put my life in danger deliberately, because they thought it would give THEM a better cover. I used to sing, get this--I sang "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" there for this FBI American-Irish punk Connolly and then the FBI, when they didn't kill me, had me raped by Barak Obama and then they were taking me to a Boston Sox game after I was forced to be the electric bridge between Obama and Robert Garrett, and were ejaculating into socks.

The Irish and FBI Italians worked for Katie fucking Middleton and Obama. Bush was completely involved as well, through Bechtolds and others. Gary Middleton gave my Dad posters, one with a rainbow design on it, after I was raped and electrocuted and this is all after Robert decided to make a "just-in-case" video life story tape for Katie Middleton. Going into the big pizza parlor Katie. I just want you to know I love you. Going to be around lots of Italian bosses Katie, for the fucking FBI that serves your shitty white ass, but I want you to know I do everything for you. Maybe he gave the tapes to Laura Ingraham so she could send them over. It was where we went after he made his "CEM-Katie, everything I do I do it for you" tapes. I believe they were in the bag with the money he dropped off for Laura and that location was in Iraq. He made it look like he was going there so I could maybe get "help" from a reporter and instead it was an excuse to deliver tapes to Middleton through Laura Ingraham at a U.S. Army base, and she (Laura) later participated in having me raped and electrocuted.

The other person connected to John Connolly and Joe Pistone (who was "Donnie Brascoe) was Josh Gatov.

He didn't just start saying "Cam" or "Cem" in the tapes. He started out with something like "This is for Kay-,ahem, I mean CEM" and then he gave sort of a nod like he was talking to a little kid and letting them know he was trying to make a secret cover. Then the whole time he wasn't even talking to me. When I said why are you calling me Cam when you never do, he wanted to ignore my question and then he got irritated. Basically, what the message turns out to be, is all of his ejaculating all over my back was for Katie Middleton. All of his passing me around to get "married" to other men with Mike Middleton was for Katie. Having Seamus Hainey come to my house to assault me sexually and tell me he was writing a translation of Beowulf, was for Katie. All of the electrocution of me was for Katie. Having me constantly tortured through U.S. Army contacts, was for Katie. Having FBI set me up to be murdered was for Katie. If he died trying to kill me in a mobster house, it was for Katie. Chaining me to a bed and having people electrocute me while I was chained up, was for Katie. Trafficking me and cutting me and breaking my legs and neck and you-name-it, it was all for Katie. Don't tell me he was making a video series about his life and what he was trying to do for "Cem", all for me, when he was degrading me with masturbating all over me and having other FBI and police and military do the same. So if that was all for Katie, what he and some of my family did to me, with 3 generations of assaults against me and U.S. conspiracy to harm me and degrade me, don't tell me they care about my son Oliver. Any abuse to him is also "for Katie" and maybe to reduce my son so Katie's kids can look "better" and have "better chances".

The FBI all the way around, set up rapes and murders and you're going to tell me, when every person that tries to expose this is murdered, they're good people?

I was brought around Rick Baken when he was working in the diamond industry in Vegas as a diamond dealer because of fucking Barak Obama's illegal diamond trafficking with his relatives. Rick Baken's family already knew my mother's family because his father was an FBI agent before he was. Every person involved in trying to defame me over Bujanda and Garza was FBI connected to this and to prior Donnie Brasco and Connolly and Whitey events, and they'd already attempted to use me and then murder me. I also saw some of the illegal diamond industry going to Israel. Which figures, doesn't it? Since Katie Middleton is a Jew and her uncle is a Jew and Robert Garrett jr. is a Jew, and Barak Obama is a Jew. Goldsmith (Gary) and Daniel, his friend, were hands-on in illegal diamonds. Daniel was a professional illegal diamond-dealer. They were telling Africans and blacks if you send us the diamonds, we'll promote people to high positions and give you favors back. I heard that in negotiations so many times I once said it to someone myself after escaping from being chained up in the diamond pit. They had left me there. I was working all day in this fucking African diamond hole. That is also when they started calling me "A hole". I had a padlock around my ankle and a chain in a chain-gang line-up and only one person had the key. So basically I was both locked up as a slave to work without food or water in an African diamond pit so royals and Barak Obama could feel avenged for my reporting pedophilia, and then they had me locked up at the ankle and forced to either let U.S. government and other men be around me in a sexual way or I had to stay locked in a closet.

If you think the U.S. was not really trying to assassinate me, hmmm....did they really try to electrocute me and rape me and sodomize me? Well they did try and they succeeded, so don't ever think it was just a "test" or a "joke" or "a spy exercise" that they tried multiple times to kill me.

Maybe we could all ask why I was being asked to French-kiss Diana Spencer and then French-kiss FBI agent Julia Thornton. It wasn't a cordial kiss, it was tongue-in-mouth French-kissing and then in a CPS visit with my son Oliver, I gave him a kiss on the cheek to see him and he pushed me over to the ground and I thought he was playing and he got over me and started French-kissing me. Who would teach my son to do that, in front of the FBI's Anne Crane?

The fucking FBI.

It started out with Diana Spencer saying, "Do you think you could show me how Charles kisses you?" and I said what do you mean and she said, "Well, kiss me the way he kisses you and I'll tell you if it's close". So I did since she called it "acting" and just pretend and she said that's pretty good and then she started teaching me how to do other things. I thought, "I'm not exactly sure what she is doing." Then the next time was with FBI's Julia Thornton taking kid-porn photos of me and wanting me to kiss her and then they had my mother French-kiss me in China after we were both given high doses of opium and that was with Robert Mueller, who became FBI Director, and James Comey, who also became FBI director, there.

I'm not a fan of the FBI's Pedophilia Training at Quant-I-cum. The FBI is 100% responsible for ALL damages done to my son Oliver. The other woman who was involved in French-kissing was Carol fucking Middleton. She and Diana wanted to know how I thought Mike Middleton kissed differently from Charles. Carol was as mean as all-get-out. By the time I met Donald Trump I started wondering if the women topless and French-kissing ideas were for having lesbians around some of these men and I was never into that. Even though I showed them, for pretend, or when drugged, I wasn't a lesbian and I didn't want to be in lesbo-mix-up circles like the FBI wanted me to be in as a kid. Yeah. As a KID. Then there were the CIA Jews who worked for the CIA as it turned out and they had been trying to have me photographed and noticed at "swingers bars" they went to, to make me look trashy too.

I had extreme levels of talent and the U.S. decided they felt jealous about that and couldn't let me turn into a professional because they wanted to degrade me into looking like nothing but a slut that could make money off of.

Then they kidnapped my son and had him throwing up in visits, showing up with mutiliated and discolored genitals, black eyes, teeth knocked out, ear problems, shoes too tight for his feet, shoes on backwards, smelling of permanent hair solution from his breath, and pushing me over to French kiss me in front of people, with no care that people were watching him French kiss me. That says the FBI was using him for more of their fucking, disgusting "ejaculate all over kids" kid porn. They also wanted me to see him beat up and harmed and not be able to do anything about it. They had Michelle Erickson, whose family has been in the U.S. military kid-porn business for decades, lying about me, along with other visitation monitors who did the same. Sue was involved in forcing kids into dog cages with the CASA worker Susan and bondage and torture of children, and Anne Crane participated in electrocuting me with a metal band that conducted electricity around my head, inside of Seattle FBI offices. All of them, abuse, torture, sodomize, rape, and photograph children naked. Wenatchee's CPS ring is like one of the FBI's pedophile-training hubs where they kidnap kids and use proven and tested criminals to torture children and cover for each other. Who is doing the so-called "background checks" of all future Presidents? The FBI. So the rest of the U.S. makes sure they get FBI directors in who are known pedophiles and murderers first.

The other thing about diamonds and Katie Middleton. I was told to pick out a diamond ring for myself, but it was after I had reported Charles. I'm pretty sure it was afterwards and not before. So I did like the heart one but I had Robert Garrett jr. programming me at my house in Moses Lake extensively first, to choose one like it. So where Elizabeth and some others suggested maybe a smaller one or less expensive one, I had it programmed into my brain that the heart one was the important one, that meant "love". Well, it was purchased and put into a vault for "later" but then later, one day someone said to me, "It's not for you anymore." I said, "It was bought for me and I was the one who was told to pick it out" and it was Diana Spencer who stood in front of the vault and said, "It's not for you anymore." She didn't say it was for Katie but I think others were planning that way. It was bought for me as a gift. I was told, "It's yours but you can have it when you're older." Then, like I said, one day Diana stood in front of the vault because I sometimes liked to look at it. She and some others had a key and they would take it out and allow me to look at it occasionally but one day she wouldn't and I had this feeling, "Is Diana going to take it? or did Robert want me to pick it out to give to Katie instead?" I wasn't sure. I wasn't able to look at it anymore though, and the last person I saw in front of the safe guarding it was Diana. I kept saying I wanted to look at it and she said, "You can't look at it right now." I said, "What do you mean?" First she was saying I couldn't look at it right then, and then when I kept saying I wanted to see it she said, "Come back later and look at it" and I said, "But I want to look at it now." Finally she said, "It's not yours anymore" or something and I was confused because I thought, "If my diamond ring isn't in the safe where is it? What does she mean come back later if both of us are standing by the safe right now?" I thought, "Is Katie looking at it?? what's going on?" Well, I guess she didn't say "It's not yours anymore". What she said was come back later and she acted nervous. She was the one who had the key usually but sometimes the Queen did and she said, "If you come back later Elizabeth (Queen Elizabeth) will get it out for you." So supposedly I was supposed to say "Okay, I'll come back later" but I got more demanding saying, "I don't WANT to come back LATER when you are here with me NOW! Why do we have to wait for the QUEEN? when you always have the key?" They had said to me that day, "If you want to see the ring, pick a time and come over and we'll get it out." So I realized, "Okay. These hoo-doo voodoo sunsign people want me to pick a time and it's going to be some meaning and symbol over the hour I decide to show up." They were like that sometimes. Signs and wonders and all. So I showed up in the morning. When I got there, Diana was sort of shaking. Like, trembling and looked...hmm, like gusts of wind and little birds were flittering around in her eyes. Slightly nervous or shocked over something. I thought, "What is the big deal today?" Other days it was no big deal. She said, "Come back this afternoon because Queen Elizabeth will get it out for you." That was when I said, "I just came all the way over here and want to see it and now I have to come back later?" Like I said, I was slightly obsessive-compulsive. If there was a time, I was there. If there was a date, I didn't like people moving it around. I stuck to my guns and I didn't like "come back now, come back later, yes now, okay in a little while, now this afternoon." Of course Mt. Angel Abbey knew this too or their HR woman wouldn't have done the same thing to me. So who was her advisor who knew how I responded to Diana really? They just kept records around or something? for eons?

Also, I remember Janet Bechtold's mother and her friends from Africa, including Marla, were looking at a whole bunch of illegal African diamonds. All loose ones. They had this excuse of being "world travelers" when really they were trafficking illegal diamonds.

At one shop in Israel I think (this was way before working at a mall) I was trained to look at diamonds through a scope. Not fully trained, but I was asked what I thought. It is where I met Gary Goldsmith's friend Daniel. I mean, aside from any kind of superfluous hijacking or something. At the very start he was somewhat okay and then I realized, "He hates my guts". He wanted to ask questions and he didn't like my answers. He started talking about the holocaust and what did I think about Jews and I gave an answer that infuriated him. I remember I was coached to say it the way I did too and I later thought, "Did someone coach me to sound so bad so he could ask and then pretend to get mad and tape record me as 'evidence' that I was discriminatory or something?" I thought, "Is this more hate crime inciting work?" Sure enough, he was involved in the rape and electrocution of me. I thought, however, he acts like he was expecting and waiting for this so he's not the one getting mad over it as much as he wants to use it against me with someone. I still knew he hated me and wanted an excuse.

Tonight, several decades since I was attacked on bridges and raped by Barak, I was putting something together and realized out of all the magazines I have (tons) and papers, the ones that happened to be out when I was finished working on a project, were the almost exact same ads as were out almost 2 decades ago. One was by "wayfair" with the line "Make your house a happy one." I noticed it when I walked back into my house after setting some things up and I realized, 'oh my gosh, that is the same ad that I showed a Dicksie and talked to her about before they were trying to kill me with a note in my shirt that said, 'be happy'." I had had something sort of interesting happen and because I was around Diana and some of those people who always talk about signs and symbolic things, I thought, "I have to show my Mom" so I had her go in and I was chatting away about this and that and then said, "And look, then I saw I didn't even try to put it there, but Mom, after I was praying, there was this ad there I saw and it says make your house a happy one (or it said "be happy") and also, I had been thinking maybe I'm not very pretty and was telling God and then I saw it says wayfair and I thought well maybe God is saying I'm pretty after all." I remember I had thought it was so significant and had been praying and then saw a random display of things and it was completely random. So my Mom just got a firmer look on her face and nodded. I am not sure if I said something like "I was asking God which one of us he thinks is best--me, Camilla, Diana or Katie and then I saw this and wondered..." I mean, I have no idea if I possibly could have (I think I may have) said something like that. which would sound horrible but because I was in competition with some of them and they had all this crystal ball stuff going on, and knightly kind of talk (fair Elaine and Lancelot, etc) I was maybe in that mindset. I saw my mother firm up and bristle. I didn't know why and I still don't know. It was almost like she hated hearing me say I'd been praying even.

The next thing I knew is I was being repeatedly sodomized and raped. Also, I had the assassination attempt rock-climbing after the rape by Barak Obama.

Well the weirdest thing is, I know a lot of people deliberately try to recreate and replay events. I've seen it a LOT. What was odd tonight was that I was not praying first at all, but just doing some things and Charles did come to mind when he usually doesn't because I don't think about him, but I was pasting some dahlia flowers into a box and one was lavender and sort of similar (not exact at all) to the flower on his lapel. Well, and then I put part of a Chinese dragon thing with cards into the back because it was just sitting out on the table. I didn't pick it out, it was just there from a New Yorker magazine and I put it in the back and it made me think again about the flag and being under it--that one dance we did. So I went outside in the dark to put up a sign and went back in and that's when I noticed what was facing me from my couch: "Make your house a happy one" and "wayfair". Again. I mean, this is decades later and I wasn't even using that magazine for pasting. I was using it for putting papers down for guinea pigs. So there it was, the same wayfair ad facing me when I was thinking about Charles again briefly for the first time in dozens of years and Dahlias photos by it. what is even more bizarre is that I had gone through and torn out many flowers and sent some to my son and put some in the box and some went on the ground for guinea pig papers and of all things, the one that my eyes fell on was the same one, I believe, from decades ago: "enchantress." Well I just looked at it again and it's from 2010 so the other one must have enchanted or something. It was almost a same idea of a name and I had shown my Mom because I thought the whole thing in my house was so strange. As for the wayfair ad it was wayfair or another ad that said both "fair" on it and something about be happy. I remember it as wayfair and being exactly the same or almost exactly because I remember what I told my Mom. I have to put this in another post because it doesn't go with the rest of this. The thing is, the first time if someone heard me talk, not my Mom, they might think I sounded like I was reading too much into something. My Mom thought it was serious or she wouldn't have acted how she did. However, for the exact same scenario, dozens of years later when I have about 50 magazines in my house and just happened to have these ones out, after rummaging randomly though my house looking for something I thought I'd lost, it's a very strange reoccurance. There were several kinds of flowers out of course, and on the other side of the wayfair ad was a swan island dahlia order form. No other magazines were around and then a half of an orange dahlia which was also there dozens of years before, somehow, randomly, and then I had numbers out and one was an orange 1 and the other was a black O.

Katie Middleton and Marijuana Growth (Halogen vs Incandescent) and Edward Howard

http://www.kittykatana.com/
I accessed it in 1986.

I also accessed "Everyday Feminism" from West Virginia at that time and they are not what they claim to be.  Their latest is that they just started up and are only 1 year old.  In that case, how many times have they started up and quit and then started up again?  because I was getting some of their CIA Virginia attitude in 1986.

Here's something to look at.  Before taking classes at OSU, Kate Middleton's mother Carol Middleton, was partly responsible for some of the MK-Ultra programming done to me, in England, and I also saw Carol at what I believe was a CIA location.

Carol cut me off from doing research work on plant pathology in a lab where a bunch of other people were.   It was like a really long and tall high-counter table that had a bunch of computers on it, lined up with rows of seats or stools.  The computers were on both sides of the table and I was at just one of them.  It was like some kind of large computer lab.   It was prior to OSU, and I was set up to study from some of the same materials first and then Carol came around the corner and said my time was up and get out.  I was studying plant pathology and got as far as downy mildew on grapevine.  She really freaked out.  I was whizzing through the work at a fast speed, as a pre-teen, and she didn't like it.  So then all of a sudden, I was forced to do this whole study and then cut out of it.  Then I saw my mother there too and she was the same way.  At least one of the Dicksies is definitely not related to me.

More stop-and-start and going-nowhere from the CIA and their bitch Middleton.  This was done prior to my ever getting signed up for OSU classes.  So my first study of plant pathology was prior to OSU, from some other government channel.  Then I was at OSU and it was the same thing and I was only a little older and still a pre-teen. 

So while trying to prepare my final paper, I was stymied with horrific inadequecies of web searches for information.  At the last minute I found information actually relevant to my paper and tried to incorporate it but was told it was too late and I wasn't allowed to.  I wanted to stay up at night and work overnight to do it, and one of the Robert Garrett Jrs wouldn't let me, and told me no, I couldn't stay up overnight and go to bed, and I should have worked on it during the day.

This was while I was being tortured in my house with some form of energy outside of the apartment and I had a weird feeling, or wondered if Robert Garrett Jr. was involved in it because he kept showing up to look at me after it was being done to me, like an observation.

One of the websites I found was slim on info but was this Kitty Katana page, about how incandescents can produce infrared, and then it goes on to say they are taller and grow quickly.  The same cat with marijuana leaves in it's eyes and the rainbow colored hair with a raspberry maroon red at the top was there, and then Katie ended up dying some part of her own hair that color when she was older.

The running joke is completely unbelievable.  I mean, you have no idea what kind of sick and sadistic things have been done to me, and anti-competitive measures.  Then some guy who was connected to Sicilian mafia in TN was working next to me with raspberry colored hair and cat-eye tinted contacts and next my son is being terrorized and tortured by Middleton people.

She is a terrorist.  Her entire family has been involved in terrorism and England is paying for her welfare and upkeep.  There is no way she should have a child.  The DEA supported her, because they're corrupt and think raping kids, like her mother was part of, is a good idea for the FBI. Her entire family, not just Gary Goldsmith, supported themselves with drug business and black arms, and raping kids.  I know they had Barak Obama working with them, and my parents (one of the Bob and Dicksies at least) were working with them, and a number of corrupt politicians worked with them.  While other people were thrown in prison for selling drugs, not Katie.  While other people were kicked out of financial aid for using drugs, not Barak Obama.  He held a gun to my head and then raped me and look at him.  So you can imagine what Katie and her family are like and how the U.S. covered up for all their slime.

The U.S. government and lobbyists seem to not be able to bend over far enough for Middletons.  They did away with incandescent lighting, symbolically, while promoting halogens as Katie was preparing to be married wearing a tiara that was named the "Halo Tiara".   Not to mention, telling everyone they have to buy one kind of light and not the other, when the safety of halogens in a home is not studied enough to be outside of the experimental phase.

I seriously cannot believe they allow her to have children but blocked me from raising my son, who is kidnapped and being tortured by the same people, in the same state that tortured me first.  Other weird things some of my family did to me while I was supposedly Edward Howard's biological daughter and not told about it by them, was Granny brought up some cleft in my chin, and always mentioned it, which is something he has; and my Aunt Locklyn used to squeeze my chin together with a hand, hard, and make some comment about my chin; and then in Hood River, I was attacked at an office and when I woke up something had been done to my chin that made it reactive and it was done right around the time Edward Howard came back to the U.S. and I was in classes at OSU. 

I have had several people tell me he is my biological father.  I had someone from Coos Bay tell me when I was living in the Coquille area a short time, and Robert Garrett Jr. got mad about it and wouldn't let me see him anymore.  I had one of the Dicksie's tell me this.  I had a dog given to me by Edward Howard and I was told to give it away by my Mom and Dad.  I went with my Dad to someone's house and it was given to them and then I wondered why my Mom seemed satisfied about it.  I had my own dog and I was told, "You can't keep it--How are you going to take care of it?"  My dog's name was Whiskey, just like Edward Howards.  It was from the idea of Johnny Walker I think but I thought it was for his whiskers.

Then the rest of my life even though my mother bred all these sheltie puppies, I was supposed to only have "cats" and then I wasn't to have any pets, though the other dogs I paid attention to all the time, they weren't "mine".  My only dog that was mine, was Whiskey.

Dicksie and Robert Garrett acted really weird about getting rid of Whiskey.  They didn't want me to have the dog, or to even have people know it had been mine.

I remember the man who took him had a fenced yard and was mean.  He was a government employee and I think he was either military or a cop and he kicked Whiskey.  He also looked at me like he hated my guts. 

I had wondered why my mother seemed so triumphant or glad I didn't have Whiskey and then it was a big cover-up.  I thought, "Something really strange is going on here.  She doesn't want me to have that dog, and why is she acting relieved and triumphant?"  Then she was denying I had such a dog, so I thought, "Now she wants everyone to think I never had a dog, specifically, Whiskey."

Edward gave him to me.  Then Robert and Dicksie made me give him away.

(photos) George Bush Sr. Led Sodomy and Gang-Rape Attack

George Bush Sr. was there.  He was there standing next to my Dad and talking with George Bechtold before others arrived.

I don't know if George Bush Sr. was the Director of the CIA at that time, that specific year, but somewhere in there he was President, and also, he worked as Director of the CIA as well.

When men first began showing up at the bridge where I was assaulted, at first it was the guard who had stayed there overnight and then it included George Bush Sr., one of the Robert Jrs, and George Bechtold.

This location was Coquille, Oregon off of Fir Street at the end of a dead end road.  Some of the Bush people visited with a couple that owned a house there, whose names are Neil and Dorothy Haga and who have lived there and owned that house for 65 years.

When they were all standing there, possibly with George Jr. too (he was there at some point and was up at the house with someone that appeared to be Cheney one time), my Dad said, "George?" and then looked at the other one and said "George?" and they laughed and then another said, "And George?" as if there were 3 George's there, and I am positive it was the Senior George Bush and George Bechtold, and probably George Bush Jr.  They mentioned the names of the priests there who showed up and I've seen photos and they are exact, and identical, no mistakes.  One was Abbot Bonaventure Zerr (Jerome Paul) and the other was Odo Recker.  Others who showed up were Charles Spencer and a man who looked like Prince Edward and then Philip (his Dad) behind him.  When I was sodomized I thought it was done because one of the Robert Jrs. had just assaulted me in 4 different barn stalls and asked which one I liked best, imitating what the royal brothers had said in England about me when having me in their beds.  I was asked which one was I going to marry or something too, and then when Charles Spencer came over to sit on my head after Edward was taking off his watch, I thought Edward was there to help me and he instead assaulted me.

Then later when Robin Bechtold raped me  (a decade later) he commented, after taking off his watch as his Dad George Bechtold saw Edward do, "That was awkward".

One of the Dicksies and George Bechtold and others had locked me in the smokehouse on another occasion, still, on a trip to Oregon, when the main house was in Moses Lake, Washington.  So basically, when we moved from Moses Lake, it was to be next-door to George Bechtold, who had his son sit behind me on the bus.  Why move me closer to George Bechtold, who was involved in sodomy of me as a kid?  Preparation to kill me?

Different men took turns walking across the bridge to me, made different introductions or none at all, not saying a word out loud, and beat me and sodomized me with at least 5 different objects, maybe more.

I think the only reason to try to say George Bush Sr. wasn't there was to avoid implicating an entire organization and where some of the people were coming from.  If it was White House, it was White House.  If it was CIA, it was CIA.  I don't know if Bush Sr. was CIA Director before or after I was sodomized off-hand.

I was between 10-12 years old and I'm pretty sure I was 11.  Police came out on a call so there is a Coquille record of it somewhere.   I also know when I was in Germany and assaulted with a vibrator I was 11, not 12, because David Wise brought up the bar mitzvah but if I was confused for some reason when I said this, I was 12.  If I was 11 it would have been during Edward Howards described 'covert trip' in 1986 that we saw each other again.  If not, it was his planned trip.  He supposedly had one in 1986 and one in 1987.  I saw him during trips for both or one of them.  The one thing about Barak Obama is that I do remember thinking it was oddly close to my assault in Seattle/Mercer Island.  It is more likely it was in 1987.  Which would make my being sodomized in Coquille anywhere from 1985-1987, but it wouldn't be hard to narrow it down because some of the same cops work here.

I was living in Moses Lake still, or that's where the regular house was and my Mom stayed there with my brother and I was in Coquille with one of the Robert Jrs.

Katie Middleton was about 3 years old when I was sodomized and they had 5 nails out under the bridge and my Dad hammered one of the down on the far end of one side, and someone else involved hammered down one nail on the opposite far end.  When I started keeping a diary, 2 years later at age 13, is when I found the letter of correspondence between the Middletons, Katie Middleton, and my parents at our house in Moses Lake, and she was supposedly 5 then.

My Mom started marking her calendar with a red dot and another red dot, and when I asked what it was for she said it was to mark the beginning and end of her period.  And then the thing they put at a driveway to mark what was done to me, was a huge red rolling bearer or something with 2 dots at the top, which said "Spar Lead Block". 

I looked up George Bush Sr.  It says at the time he coordinated sodomy of me, he was the Vice President of the United States.  Before this, up until 1977, he had been a CIA Director.  So for the first 3 years of my life, he was director of the CIA.  When I was sodomized with him sponsoring it, he was VP.  He went from there to become President of the United States.

So is this how the Presidents are getting their sponsorships?  Sodomy and rape of children before going into office?  His name is also George Herbert Walker Bush (His mother is Barbara Pierce) and I don't forget the "Walker" part.  He was President until 1993 which means he was in the highest office when I was under attack to be assassinated in 1992, and earlier than that, by Valerie Plame, Dicksie-Dael Baird-Garrett, and Robert Guy Garrett Jr. and others.

Shortly after he participated in sodomizing me, Barak Obama, raped me vaginally.  The U.S. and England started using politicians to rape me when I was between 10-12 years old.  One of the Dicksies has always wanted me dead and at least one of the Robert Jrs was jealous of me and wanted Katie promoted.

George Bechtold was trying to get me to live in his house later after standing by and participating in sodomy of me when I was a kid.

When my Mom tried to kill me with my Dad and the rest of them and Valerie Plame, after they'd sodomized me and promoted themselves, and electrocuted me, the last words to me from one of the Dicksies was to be:  "Pecan Nuts", pronounced "Peek-AHN Nuts", an acronym would be PN.  She threw a pecan nut into my shirt, before she said this and did this, and some kind of dust but I turned my head or held my breath when I saw what she was doing.

So my "Mom" was assassinating me, calling out a Russian name, a number, some phrase in Hebrew and then using a code of "Pecan Nuts" (PN) which she made to sound like "Be Gone Nuts" and cut my line and there was nothing under me.  I was to die.  What was PN for?  Because I saved the pin from a woman who gave it to me, or because I said I wanted a pin when asked? or because Gary Goldman had stolen my pin from me at my house?  Prior to trying to kill me, one of the Dicksies was eating pecan tarts with Princess Diana and then eating them again at the house in Moses Lake.  I said what's that? and she said, "It's a pecan tart."

Be Gone "Tart".

Just remember something.  Middleton, Goldsmith, and the Garretts do hits together.  I.E., kill people.  So this means their little Euro mafia is also American mafia and they've raped me.  Not Katie.  Me.

It also includes Joy Sterling who showed up to both the sodomy of me and holding me hostage afterwards, and in delivering money back and forth to perform a hit on me at the rock-climbing event.

It also indicates there is really no point to British Monarchy and I see no reason to keep it going after what they've done.  There is no way any of them should be getting money for anything.  They should work like everyone else, and should not be glorifying sodomy of me on a bridge, by giving Katie Middleton a title like Duchess of Cambridge.  She should be on the street begging with her dirty money hands.

This is the bridge where I was sodomized in the U.S.  Don't forget it also happened in England with an iron stick heated to burning hot at Middletons, which they shoved into my rectum.

This is the bridge I was sodomized on, after being sodomized in England by Mike Middleton and royals, in the Middleton-Goldsmith basement.  Past this bridge at the far end there, it goes to a mountain and it was on this side of the bridge the Abbot Bonaventure and Fr. Odo Recker stood and the helicopter with Bill Gates and Brian Thebault hid behind a hill.  The priests stood to the right of this photo.  Also, the water you see under the bridge is very low and was up higher.

This is the house where George Bush Jr. and Cheney went to after I was sodomized and I didn't see George Bush Sr. there, but his son.

This is the marker that was given to the property where it occurred, which is almost exactly like one of the mechanisms that was in England at the dungeon belonging to English royals where I was tortured and forced to sit on an iron cone, and stretched on a rack, and had other forms of torture done to me after I was sodomized with a heated iron stick in the Middleton-Goldsmith basement.  This also has a crank at the top which is like the screw that was turned to tighten the metal electrocution band they put around my head when they were electrocuting me.

This is the writing on it

This is the "crown" it's sitting on

This is one of the nails that was under the bridge and another one I had grabbed onto to not fall in the water.

This is one of several storage sheds I was locked in for 1-3 days, with no food or water, and the VW bug there is where I was assaulted by cops that had a German Shepherd with them, and they removed the seat because it had my blood all over it, and they turned the car on and electrocuted me with wires from the hood of the car.  Behind that storage shed is where Joy Sterling approached me with a gun to my head, telling me not to talk, after one of the Dicksies also approached me with a gun telling me not to talk.  Joy had me stand up against the back of the shed with my Mom.

 

Shortly after more torture, I was being taken on a rock-climbing trip with Valerie Plame, who worked for the CIA, for another planned attempt to assassinate me, after they had Barak Obama rape me at a house in Seattle and then electrocute me until he ejaculated into a sock with one of the Robert Jrs on the other side doing a same thing with a sock.  Bill and Hillary Clinton got a cat and named it "socks".

 

Everything the U.S. and some royals did, at this location, was, I believe, an attempt to make royals and Middleton feel more secure about sodomizing me with a burning hot iron poker in their basement, and torturing me in a dungeon on torture devices.  I think they thought if more of them were involved and accepted "joint responsibility" they'd all lie, defame me, and cover for each other until they figured out how to kill me.  And they have tried to kill me many times, mostly when I was younger before they used defamation of "mental illness" to make them feel better about themselves and more secure from prosecution.  Also, they worked the hardest before Katie Middleton was married to a royal, so that was definitely a huge "completion of project" item on the agenda, along with having Obama as President.  They also used what they had done to me to make false promises over Berlin wall falling and the dissolution of the Soviet Union, using me as their propaganda and perversion point.  The U.S. also relied on Mossad and in return, gave Mossad favors.

 

Alvaro Pardo was introduced through the FBI, Department of State, and U.S. Army along with having connections to England.  He knew Dabney and Mark, and they were all part of the Pentagon, FBI, or CIA, all of them.  James Cartright, who had tried to have me killed in Germany, while on the speakerphone with Mike Middleton, was Barak Obamas primary contact each day, and James Cartright had me stay at his hotel while knowing I didn't remember him, and then, right there in the Post Pub, he stood on one side of me and had Chris Dabney stand on the other side of me, and they each took one of my hands, from either side, exactly as Barak Obama did when I had to sit between him and my Dad and they forced me to give them one of my hands to place on their penises, while I was shaking from the strength of the electrocution helmet they had put on my head, which then vibrated to their penises, to cause erections they then discharged into socks.

 

That is the United States of America.  Does the Taliban or Al Quaeda  have a good reason to think the U.S. is immoral and corrupt?  Why is it that they are the "voice of reason"?

 

The United States leadership is disgusting.  The royals and English leadership and Middletons, are disgusting.  They have one thing in common with the other and that is that they are sick and their disease has sickened the entire world.

Edward Lee Howard and Torture of U.S. Citizens by U.S. (22)

In my last post I wrote about events that occurred at an apartment which was arranged by Bill and Melinda Gates.  I'm not really sure why the Gates entered the picture aside from a possible connection to FBI, CIA, or ?  but it was after I had been tortured in the British dungeon and asked what I thought William was going to turn out like (my reply was "I think he's going to be sort of weird."   ...followed with, "Well, like, plays video games a lot or something.  To the question about is he handsome I'd said, "Not really."  They asked what do you mean, and I said, "I don't know, like glasses or something.")

I don't know if someone thought it would be great to introduce Bill The Geek at that point or what, but I'm guessing that's what they thought would be "fun".  So from William of Wales the geeky kid, they had me meeting William Gates and his wife, through the Red Cross, which Diana was involved with.  From there, I was set up to be raped at an apartment that they owned or leased to me and the man I stayed with there.  I was told it was Bill and Melinda Gates place or their arrangement for us.

Bill The Geek, after I was raped and almost died from toxic cocaine overdose forced on me at their place, went on to step on my neck when I refused to kiss his "pal" Barak Obama, and told me they'd ruin my life with the press and had the power to do it if I talked.

I'm talking.

I'm not going to stop talking Billy Boy.

Bill Gates thought he could get a Revenge of the Nerds by wielding his power and money and throwing it around with his influence, over a kid he was jealous of.  Poor, sad, sorry, Bill and Melinda.  Bill apparently thought I was another of his competitors, and most of the others, I think he successfully vanquished by crimes and cooperation from the U.S. government to do it.

Guess what folks.  He doesn't get "really" sued by the FBI.  He works with them and supports black men and teenagers raping little girls that he feels are in his "way".  Has anyone noticed none of the "lawsuits" brought against him "go anywhere" or put him in jail?  The worst that's ever happened to Bill and Melinda is they've been forced to give some money to charity.  Mostly, charities that profit the FBI, not "compensation to victims" for the crimes of anti-competition and hate crimes.  He was on the same plane I was on, with Barak Obama and look at what Barak did to me, and now he's President.  Look at what the Gates did to me, and their corporate leaders for the computer industry.  So the U.S. is sending a very clear message that "crimes pays and we'll keep protecting you with the FBI".  The FBI is the agency that supposedly does "background checks" for the President.

GOOD JOB GUYS!!!!!! 

We all have a lot of confidence in the FBI now, because they screened and passed a pedophile who electrocutes and rapes kids to be President...so...I'm thinking they must be doing a REALLY good job at counter-terrorism too.  Probably, we should be wondering who is in jail anyway?  The good guys?!  How about we put the entire FBI in jail?

Wanna help me?  Then they can be close to people like Barak and Gates and not have it look suspicious or anything, and rape eachother in jail and talk about the good days eating hor d'eourves on private planes.  Maybe we should make sure we have a transport so the English criminals can visit the U.S. criminals from time to time, and let them work for the opposite country at no pay.  Free slave labor.  I'm thinking with a man like Gates in jail, jails could be really profitable.  He might think of some really good ways to catch pedophiles like his wife.  He could design special software and have it installed in her house without her knowledge, and then after watching her on video for years and collecting the most embarrassing moments, she could join him in jail and we'll give them counseling if they think they need it.  Oh.  Sorry Bill. You can't have a pencil in your jail cell though, and no shoe strings either.  I wonder how long William and Melinda Gates with a revolver in their hand, if they got raped enough times and then tortured?  Do you think they might do us all a favor and pull the trigger?

This is what they wanted to happen to me.

They didn't even have kids of their own until 1996, out of fear of reprisal for their own crimes against children.  They waited until I'd had an auto accident and got "operated on" at Salt Lake City University hospital and then sent to be observed by another computer industry person who worked in microchips.  So they waited until they believed they could target me from a distance, to have kids of their own.

Let me tell you this.  Bill Gates is not a good person.  I met him myself before most people had ever heard of him, and he sat there expecting me to kiss Barak Obama or be punished for not kissing him, when I was a kid.   This is after they loaned out their apartment to have me raped by a group of 10-20 individuals.  Bill's personal contribution, to my face, at that time, was to put his foot on my neck and stand on me with all of his might and grind his shoe around.  That is what the FBI supports.  Any economic "crisis" the U.S. is having can be paid for in full by one lawsuit against the Gates that wipes them out.  Why should they retain anything, even personal assets, after what they've done?

I have the solution.  Sue Bill and Melinda Gates and force them to be relieved of all of the monies and assets and businesses which have been operable solely on the basis of RICO crimes.  They would not be in business at all if they were not criminals who were getting money from cocaine deals and drug lords, and raping little kids and torturing them by electrocution.  So what happened to the other businesses that tried to make a start somewhere?  They weren't "good enough" for the FBI?  They didn't rape enough and torture enough even babies?  I always thought there was something wrong with who was handling and prosecuting the lawsuits against Microsoft and the Gates and it's true, they are working for the FBI and CIA.  They believe they are "immune" from going to jail.

After being raped at the Gates' place, "Hildy's" as E.H. calls it, sort of like Melinda "Mildy's", which did not happen in 1987 from what I remember, but earlier, there was another house.

The reason I know it was earlier was because I started my period on August 10th on my 13th birthday, a day I never forgot because I had thought how weird it's my Mom's birthday.  Barak Obama raped me well before I ever had my first period and the rape at the Gates' place (by oral sex not vaginal sex) was earlier than that, and before they were threatening me not to tell anyone or they'd make my life a living hell with their power and FBI influence.

It was criminal intimidation and torture of a witness they knew could bring their entire "Microsoft" company down.  I had major evidence against them and they repeatedly told me they would make sure...they would do everything they could...to ruin my life and THEY had the "power".  Bill Gates used that terminology several times, "I have the POWER to ruin your life."  They had heard about my talking about "special powers" so Bill thought he would one-up that, and try to tell me he could turn the entire world against me because HE was the Geek who could control all the information and technology and had "lots" of special friends in science and NASA and the military.

E.H. states he made a covert trip to the U.S. in 1986, which is a year before  June 13, 1987.  I had my first period August 10, 1988 (age 13, going on 14).  I was introduced to William and Harry (when Harry was a baby and he was born in September of 1984) and asked what I thought about him.  I was tortured shortly after this, in the dungeon.  I was 10 at the time Harry was born.  In 1985 I was 11 years old, in 1986 I was 12 years old, 1987 I was 13 after October.  I was tortured in the dungeon in 1984 or 1985.  So it was most likely in 1985 or during the covert trip of 1986 that I was raped by the Gates' people by oral means and an object on top of the vagina.  Prior to that I was raped by the royals and Middletons by an object to the anus.  Next, they colluded to rape me by forced intercourse vaginally by Barak.  All the while, torturing me during, after, or before with electrocution.  All of it was premeditated. 

If the rape by the group of people was after June 13, 1987, when I was 12 years old, then getting raped by Barak would have been a couple of months later, when I was 12 years old.  It would have gone straight from England, to the plane with Gates threatening me, to being taken out to Gates' territory (Seattle) to be raped by Barak Obama on Stanley's birthday (so it was said) in late August or by another birthday in September.  If it was 1987, that would make the baby Carol held more likely to be James Middleton, who was born April 1987.  He would have been about 4 months old or so.  Katie would have been about 5, which is the age she was supposedly close to when I found a letter between Middletons and my parents.

It was probably around that time. The torture and other rapes were at other times. Someone made sure to have some form of rape committed against me every late summer to Fall, each year, before my birthday on October 22.

I think my "parents", and Middletons, Gates, Barak Obama, and all of them are going to jail.  I think a lot of people are going to go to jail.

It is very possible Katie Middleton was also at the house where I was being raped.  I didn't see the baby there but it was there and kept from my sight.  She could have been in England, but it's possible she was not.  The baby was most likely James Middleton, so the idea of "Cake Kit" takes on special meaning for him.  He is apparently getting some of his "lessons" from both my Dad and his mother.  Honestly though, it's possible Katie was there as well.  Why say out loud a message about "lessons" at a time a 5 year old would be learning something like that?  And there was a spoon left on the counter that had honey on it.  Babies don't eat honey from spoons.  Little kids do.  Let's say they were there, for some reason.  Let's say both Katie Middleton, age 5, and her baby brother age 4 months, were there with Carol Middleton and my Dad after I was set up in a premeditated hit to be both raped of my virginity and electrocuted.  Let's say the whole "jewish lesson rite" was for both of them.  What would that mean or imply?

Would anyone wonder or have an idea about what kind of symbolism such a ritual would take, in those circumstances?

Does it sound like grieving and crying over a girl being tortured and raped? (me).  Does it seem like someone feels remorseful for what they've done?  Does this sound like normal CIA work or is it sort of sounding like Mossad + CIA work?

I mean, if my Dad and Carol were giving this honey to James and Katie and talking about "let this lesson be sweet to you", "let learning be sweet", "let the law be sweet to you", and all of this garbage about "honey" and how sweet it is to be raped by Barak Obama, does it seem strange that they wanted to focus on how I was nothing but "crown gall"?  and then this horrific bitch of a woman Katie goes on to use GAL MM for one of the kid's names?  Does this sound like maybe Hate Crime? 

Not only that, Katie had a girl she knew, Minji, living at the house where I sent things to my son Oliver.  Her criminal family knew the people who knew Minji, from South Korea, and if my parents and family committed the crimes they have against me (and they have), they've gone after my son.  Which is probably why they never wanted me to have my own child because they didn't want me to have any "heirs".  It's also misfortunate that I sent email to my Mom and Dad about how smart my son was because they've been an enemy to me.

So here's what I saw, when I left the SUV full of criminals: 

My Dad, Carol, a baby in Carol's arms.  When I walked in I heard something about this lesson rite and then when Carol saw me she looked over to a place I couldn't see and said "Run" and I heard feet running and it wasn't just one set of feet, like just Carol.  It sounded like Carol and a kid.  At least, I heard two people running.  So then my Dad was about to run too.  Carol looked like she thought my avengers may have arrived to wipe them out.  She looked like a woman who expected to see machine guns, like her husband totes around from time to time.  I went to the sink and stood by the counter and my Dad glared at me with hatred.  I saw an almost full bottle there, a jar of honey with a spoon out and honey on it, like it was full of honey and hadn't been given yet, for the end of the lesson.

I was threatened and I thought my Dad was going to try to kill me.  I then went outside and my Mom was getting out the SUV and my Dad said "I thought you were going to the airport" and my Mom said, "I guess we're not going."  They had earlier said my Dad would meet them at the airport.  So supposedly, we were going in the SUV and they were going in the station wagon.  My Dad walks over to the car and took out the car seat for a baby that had been put there, and possibly there was a booster chair too, I don't remember. 

I mean, this is totally crazy, and they're practicing freaking Judaism????!!!!
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pg. 10/17/13.  It was Mike Middleton and Carol Middleton who ran into my car to run me off the road in 1992.  They were the ones in the black vehicle.  She was a passenger, wearing a baseball hat, and I hadn't seen them in such a long time, when I did, and then they flashed the lights at me, when she used to break light bulbs around me as a kid, to scare me, I panicked.  Also, my Mom was in the car.  That was a "pop up" surprise that led me to try to say out loud, "Mom?" before my car crashed into the side of the road.  I was so shocked no words could come out of my mouth.  I thought later, how could I have just talked to my Mom on the telephone and she sounded like she was at home, and then she's in a car with this man?

Tony Roos was in a truck that followed them, it appeared to be my brother in another vehicle that followed (he came home shaking and sweaty and moved to a different town), and the white sedan vehicle appeared to have Doug Peppmeier, Darren Hughes, and one other blond man inside. 

The only men in town with hair that dark like that and sort of similar features, would have been Roger Harris and Erica Wiltbank's Dad.  Also, there was a Canadian who had similar features, and James Gilbey did in some ways.  Aside from this, Forrest Tancer had dark hair but not exactly like that, and Joy Sterling had eyes similar to Carol Middletons.

I recognized him as soon as I saw him and then he flashed the brights on to blind me and scare me before trying to kill me.

A different time, my Mom and Dad did the same thing, sort of to scare me again after this was done.  A young woman who looked like Katie Middleton also showed up later in a car following this, on a different night, and tried to do the same thing to my car and she wore her hair in a ponytail and was the driver.

Given the fact the woman seated next to him looked like Carol, and the fact they flashed a bright light before running into me, when they had practiced popping light bulbs to scare me when they babysat me as a kid, I am pretty sure they thought if I caught a glimpse of her first, and then the light flashed, I would panic.

They would have planned their attack based on information George Bechtold gave them.  They decided when I was invited over to their house and then I called before I was leaving and George was aware of when I was going to be going. 

It's possible, if the Middletons were in the area, and Katie was with them, when the other woman who tried to run into me after them, looked like her, that they stayed for at least a week or so with some kind of excuse.  When the woman who looked like Katie tried to run into me, she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a baseball hat over it and I knew she was Jewish, and not by the nose.  When my Mom tried to scare me later and do the same thing, she also wore a baseball hat and was the driver and my Dad was on the passenger side.  Then there was some Mexican or Hispanic in a car as well, who did the same thing of trying to scare me that way, but the first ones who ran into me and attempted to murder me looked like Mike and Carol Middleton.  Knowing how they work, if there wasn't a flight that documented how they got to Oregon, they went through Canada. 

 There was a group of 3 young men, one of looked the way James Middleton looks now,  the time I saw them I thought they were English because I'd lived in England and traveled there and knew how some of the features were for some of them, and they looked English, not American. 

Because the Goldsmith-Middletons and Wales family had been jointly committing crimes against me since I was a kid, and the royals got their cocaine from them, it is most likely William has known Katie all along and did not suddenly meet her at St. Andrews University.  Of course they're not to reveal how they had a criminal background in common and knew eachother that way first.

I know the woman who was at the apartment set up by the Gates was Melinda and called Melinda by name as well because that's what my Mom was calling her by.  She used her name, and it was the same one I knew from going to a Red Cross event with.  When I got to the apartment, the group of people all broke in after me even though I told them they couldn't come in and I ran up the stairs to the bathroom and thought there would be a phone in there and there wasn't.  They broke into the apartment, they were not let in by me voluntarily.  I found E.H. in the bathroom, and thought he had a phone and said, I need to call police and he held out a hairdryer with a look and I panicked and froze and then he said, "That scares you?" and he shook his head and said, "Your Mom..."  It was more than just my Mom.  Then I didn't know why he was telling me I had to go out there and he looked upset but said I did and tried to say something like remember everything and I didn't know why he was telling me to go out there when it was dangerous.  I did and then they all did this to me and my Mom and Melinda Gates and one other woman were cleaning up.  Then I was at the other house in the hills and went to the bathroom and Robert Jr was there and looked like he'd been crying maybe and I can't remember if we just stayed in there for the most part.  When I had walked into the house, after being raped recently, one of the Jewish men was asking if I knew what a bat mizvah was and it was a 'coming of age' ritual for the Jewish.  He said this after asking how old I was.

Carol Middleton had been at the "event" where I was "levitated-raped" with Melinda Gates, my Mom, Gary Goldsmith, and another woman.  Carol said she had to get back to James (her baby, who was a few months old) so she left after the photos and it was over, instead of helping to clean.  The other women, one of them wondered where she had gone and said "Is Carol still here?" and the other one, I believe Melinda, said, "She left to take care of James."  I saw Carol Middleton there in the doorway with others and it was confirmed she was there and then went back to the house because of having a baby.  It didn't matter to her that I was raped.  She was present for my being raped by oral sex with a whole group of people and then she was present for me to be raped of my virginity by Barak Obama and had her baby with her at the house (so it appeared), with Katie Middleton (so it appeared).

The timing of the year may have truly been when I was 12 but what seems odd to me is when I talked to Barak Obama he told me he was going to law school and I asked how old he was and he said, from what I remember, "23".  He could have lied, but that's what I remember he told me at the time.

I do remember, however, saying something to my Mom later, about how could you let me get assaulted by all those people at that apartment in England and then right after that you take me to a house to get raped?  I remember specifically confronting my Mom over it.  Even then, as a kid, I calculated how many months it was exactly and said, basically, "what the heck are you doing?" 

I don't remember the rape exactly on June 13th but that may have been when the first rent period started.  It's possible, but I remember it was more like later in the summer possibly.  It was hot at night though, and muggy.  The man who took me there or stole my purse was named Alexander and he was Russian or Ukraine.  I had been with some of the royal cousins and then they said go with him and it was he who let all of those other people into the apartment. What his religion was, I don't know, but I do know, his name was Alexander.  Gary Goldman knew him and I believe one of the royal cousins did.  He was blond, slim, fairly tall, and looked sort of like Edward.  In fact, I thought it was Edward at first and he told me to call him Alexander.  I asked him where he was from and he said "Georgia".  I said is that in Hungary? and he said it was Georgia.  So I said, "You look Russian. Is it Russia?" and he didn't like my questions and was extremely political.  I knew he was political by his feelings about what location he was from or what his nationality was.  It was sort of like hearing how my Luxembourgish grandfather (?) was said to have commented he was not German, he was Luxembourgish.  Possibly he said, "I'm Russian" because I may have said so you are Georgian?  I was talkative and cheerful and unsuspecting and he was quiet, serious, and guarded.  I thought he didn't like me very much.  He knew someone named Anna.  I remember he asked another person about Anna and then thought it was coincidental he used my "legend" name in mentioning another woman he knew.  I thought it was a girlfriend he had that was older than me.  I don't remember that he went into the house...it seems like all these people rushed in after me and I ran to get a phone to call police to get them out and he left (I think he left at the middle of the stairs.  He went with me to the middle, and then said, "I have to go" and when he turned to leave, he was smirking and I had a bad feeling.  So he went down the stairs and I tried to run to the bathroom to lock myself in and call police to get the others out.  I'm not sure what scared me, but something he said or did on the stairs, scared me.  Possibly he showed me a knife or he just said something and I believe it's when he stole my purse and left.  I do know he knew Gary Goldman.  He did tell me to save the pamphlet that proved where we had been and I had it in my coat pocket.  However, when I got back to Moses Lake, and had saved it all that time, my Mom didn't want me to have the evidence and I saw her get mad and her eyes narrowed and she kept saying "Give it to me."  I'm pretty sure she told me to give it to her and didn't just steal it secretly later because I'm not positive but I think I put it in my mouth and chewed it up instead of giving it to her.  There were a couple of times my parents demanded papers of some kind and I would do this rather than turn it over to them.  I knew, as well as my Mom, that that brochure showed the location of the nightclub I'd gone to which was close to the apartment, so it was going to prove I was in another country, at a specific location which could be confirmed.  Since my Mom (or one of the Dicksies) was also there, "cleaning" up with Melinda Gates, and Carol had been there but left, it would show my mother (or one of the Dicksies) had been there with Melinda or Carol.  I remember later when I was around Melinda I had asked her what her last name was because I thought she looked sort of European and she looked at me coldly and said, "French".  It was really obvious that woman hated my guts from the way she looked at me while she cleaned, and here she was, this adult woman I thought, acting like she has a huge problem with a kid.  I told her I didn't feel good and how my heart had stopped, and she looked at me, while cleaning and said crisply, "That's for Jennifer and Katie."  I thought, "What is she talking about?  that's for Jennifer and Katie?"  I never forgot how she said this and then she was talking with my Mom about "Were you mean to a little girl named Jennifer?  How about a little girl named Katie?" and then she did something like put some trash on me and rubbed it in.  I was so shocked, because here I was, having just been sexually assaulted, stripped, and degraded, and she was bringing up some old classmates I had in elementary school (so I thought).  First she said, "That's for Katie." and then when I said "Who's Katie" or something like that, my Mom then butted in and said, "Were you mean to a little girl named Katie?  how about Jennifer?"  So then, a decade later, in 1996, Melinda French Gates had a daughter she decided to name Jennifer Katherine, like some kind of sick memento of pride over being involved, like a "real" woman, in a premeditated "hit" against a kid:  me.  The interjection by my Mom was to cover for the Katie Melinda was actually talking about:  Kate Middleton, whose mother had just left to take care of the new baby James.  Melinda stole a necklace off of me while I was lying there and gave it to my Mom saying, "That's for Katie" and then rubbed garbage on me.  The necklace she stole off of me was the heart pendant that I had been wearing when I grappled with Putin in Russia.  So if anyone has seen a heart pendant on a chain that Katie Middleton wore as a kid, pre-teen, or teen, it belongs to me.  Melinda Gates is a thief and a criminal pedophile rapist and oh yeah, she has "powers":  She knows how to 'lift' jewelry off of little girls.  The pendant had been given to me as a gift and everyone knew it was mine and I wore it all the time.  The person who stole it off me, and decided to do so, after mocking me and saying loudly, "My last name is FRENCH", was Melinda Gates.

Seriously.  I mean, and this is supposed to be a Fortune 500 professional, normal, woman and she commits crimes of pedophilia against girls, arranges for it in an apartment they owned or paid for, takes photos with others and watches, and then steals jewelry from little girls after they've been forced to "orgasm" by a gang she set up with Middleton.  These are the people running Microsoft and they sponsored Obama and his raping me and I am very certain they gave money to the Middletons, to Katie, to sponsor her as well.  Melinda wasn't satisfied using just her own money, or Bill's money however, she wanted to steal from me.

Why do you think that is?  What would make a grown up woman like Melinda Gates do such a thing?  So then when we went out to some Red Cross event with her and Diana, I saw Melinda holding a kid or touching one and acting normal and thought, "I don't believe it.  That woman is a thief who premeditated having me tortured and raped in her apartment, and she is acting like she likes kids and like she's a good person." 

To me it wasn't just sexual assault, it was torture, because for them to bring in a vibrator and use that on me when I was used to electrocution torture, it terrified me. I didn't think it felt "good" and I didn't want to do that.  I was scared and it was painful.   I said "no" and meant it, and tried to leave until I was drugged, repeatedly.  I had tried to call police when they first broke in as well. 

Melinda and Bill should not be in business.

I was scared of the hairdryer in the bathroom not because I thought it was a gun, because once I saw it wasn't a gun, I was still scared of it and it's because I was being burned with a hairdryer by more than one woman.  One of them was Diana Spencer or Valerie Duchess of Michael and I would have to think about which.  I believe it was Diana.  Valerie made a motion to one once and I was scared, but it was Diana who had been secretly burning me.  I think they both did because Diana did one time and I was terrified and then after that, it was Valerie, not as much, and sort of covering for Diana.  Diana did the electrocution box on me too.

I know when I went to the Red Cross event where Diana and Melinda Gates was, and my Mom, my Mom talked to them but I sat by myself.  I didn't sit by any of them because honestly, I didn't like any of them.  I would have liked Diana but she tortured me, and Melinda had just done something bad and I felt betrayed by my "Mom" so I sat alone and then ended up talking to total strangers.  Mostly, I was unusually quiet.  Then I saw what looked like my necklace on Diana.  It probably went to Katie next, but I couldn't believe it.  DIANA stole my heart necklace???!  I thought maybe she's just wearing a heart one that looks like it of her own and is rubbing in the fact mine went to Katie.  But I was just astounded.  Not only that, she was looking at me to see what my reaction was when she played with it so I just turned around and put my back to her.

pg. 195  E.H. says the Hungarian KGB helped him obtain an Austrian driver's license under his alias and he bought a used BMW.  E.H. says in July writer David Wise visited Budapest to spend five days interviewing him for his book "The Spy Who Got Away". 

I remember at the house in the hills, the man who said his name was David was possibly David Wise.  The last name sounds familiar and he said he was writing a book.  This was right after being around other media types like Gates (computer information) and Lisa Thebault (newspapers).  I had a bad feeling when I was at that house.  It was just depressing.  I think part of it was my own depression, possibly from coming off of a massive cocaine overdose and also having been assaulted, and another part of it was I sensed others were depressed.  There was a heavy spirit, so to speak, around.  It felt very vacant and lost.  David Wise was there, really.  He was also writing a book and had some other people around.  They didn't seem like great people.  I had a bad feeling about them.  One of them darted out to leave and said "I don't believe."  I always thought what in the world was that for?  Then I got past the questions at the front of the house and went around and one of the Robert Garrett Jrs was there in a bathroom looking like a locked up hostage.  When the book is called "The Spy Who Got Away" and then I found Robert Garrett jr (one of them) in a bathroom looking like he was being held hostage, it looked like an interrogation and hostage-situation, not really an interview.  I also know David Wise helped arrange the sexual assault with a vibrator of me at the other place because he already knew the story and tried to justify it as if it was just a "bat mitzvah ritual".  He said something about "coming of age" and it made me feel sick and I said where's my Dad.

What I don't understand is why E.H. would tell me at the other place to find my Mom and sort of threaten me out of the bathroom with a hairdryer, and then imply there was something wrong with my Mom. 

Also, I remembered this morning, it really was Mike Middleton who tied me up and set me down on the iron cone first and then he decided not to all the way and another man came over and did it and then they passed me over to one of the Robert Garretts and what I was surprised by was that there were two of them next to eachother and I didn't know why both of them looked like Robert Garrett jr.  One was to the side and looked upset and the other didn't look as upset and said "Crown gall".  So yes, it was Mike Middleton at first and it was then the first time I noticed the Roberts were twins, right next to eachother.  It is possible they were or are triplets even, like the Dicksies, sort of a huey, duey, and louie.  I definitely have seen the Roberts side-by-side.  I don't know that I have with the Dicksies but I've seen their chests are totally different, or were, in the 80s. 

I remember I was always trying to look to check and then when one of the royals nursed I wondered if they were the same and tried to look.    Diana did nurse herself because I saw her nursing.  She had a mark on one of her breasts, like a mole or second-nipple.  It was a little-known secret.

pg. 195.  E.H. says he met with David Wise against KGB recommendations because he wanted to show he wasn't Darth Vader.  He says to account for time he was in Moscow unofficially, they fabricated a legend that he'd been travelling in Latin America and Europe.  He would say he didn't arrive in Moscow until June of 1986 and that he did so via an unnamed Socialist country, which he deduced was Hungary.  He says federal attorneys said if he didn't disclose secrets to the KGB, he did to Wise.  He wasn't sure where he would live and didn't rule out returning to the U.S. 

I know the Robert Jr. in the bathroom there did not look like a comfortable guest to me and I can't imagine disclosing anything.  I didn't talk to the book man and walked past him.  The most I said to him was my age and when he said something about coming of age, I either said, "Well, I'm not 12, I'm 11" or I shrugged and said nothing because I felt uncomfortable with him staring at me that way and making that comment after what had happened to me.  It wasn't something I wanted to talk about and he looked like he was enjoying himself too much.  So he asked more questions, some to be polite I'm sure, and I didn't feel like talking to them at all.  Usually, I was social but I didn't feel like talking and I didn't.  I saw my Dad and then for some reason I was put in a room by myself and nothing in the room at all that I remember, and stood there looking out the window at a full moon.  I don't remember if they locked me in the room or told me that's where I'd stay for awhile or what, but I was put into a room by myself, that had nothing inside and all there was was windows to look out of.  My Dad was locked in the bathroom from what I knew.  When I saw him in there he was on the floor crouched in a corner like he expected someone to come in and start kicking.  David Wise acted more like FBI than an author.  He acted like some kind of FBI counter-intelligence that was taking hostages and laughing about rape of children.  First he sounded creepy, then he sounded like a cop, so I kept my mouth shut when I was around creepy-cop.  I didn't think he was someone who was going to help me if I tried to report what had happened to me.  From the start, he was trying to be dismissive of the whole thing like no big deal.  If E.H. was indicating anything about what was happening to that Robert Jr., it was implied with using a hairdryer held out like a gun. I can't say that's what he was doing, but this is how it looked to me. 

They put me into this big room that was like the one at the apartment, but left me there with nothing.  No food, no water, no furniture, not even a chair or a bed.  All it was, was windows.  I think I was there for a week like that, or possibly less, but I remember someone went into the room saying, do you want to stay HERE or do you want to go back to the United States?  I said I didn't want to go back to the United States.  So they'd leave me in the room again, with nothing and said, "Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go back to the United States?"  over and over.  I said, "I don't want to stay here and I don't want to go to the U.S."  He said, "You don't have any other options.  You can either stay here, in this room, if that's what you want, or you can go back to the United States and try to live a normal life there."  I do not remember receiving any food OR water there.  In fact, I remember I became severely dehydrated because I was being refused water.

So they started taunting me about how I didn't have any water and if I agreed to go to the U.S. I could have water.  I refused.

That was not what they expected.  They did not expect to see me refusing water after going a week almost, without water, in protest of returning to the United States.  So I laid down, got dizzy, and began to pass out from dehydration.  When the FBI opened the door, and saw me almost blacking out and saw that I still refused to agree to go to the U.S. in exchange for water, his eyes opened wide and he panicked and they forced me to have water.  He basically went out and brought me a cup of water.  He said, "Can't I convince you to go back to the U.S.?"  I said I didn't want to go back there and he said you don't have anything here and I said yes I do, Princess Margaret likes me, and he said, "They don't want you here."  He said if you stay here, you'll have nothing and you'll have to stay in this room or go to an orphanage.  I said, "What's an orphanage like?"  He explained it and I said, "Maybe I'll go to an orphanage then" and then he changed his mind and said, "No.  You'll stay here until you sign this paper and agree you're voluntarily going back to the United States."  I said "You just told me I could go to an orphanage."  I said "I'll stay in an orphanage and visit my Dad here."  He wouldn't allow it and then said either I stay there by myself, with no one, never see my Dad, and only have water to drink, or I sign their paper and after he told me I could never see anyone again, ever, and would be locked in their house with the "bat mitzvah David Wise" smirking around somewhere in the house, I said okay and it was the worst feeling of my life.  They coerced me to sign a document by lying to me.  I knew it was a mistake.  I didn't think I had any choice, but the minute I signed it, I knew something bad was planned.  And actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure I signed it at all.  I think I read it and maybe said I'll go back to the U.S. if you say I have to but I'm not signing this.  Because I remember then he was shocked I actually read it and knew not to sign it.

Sure enough.  The U.S. couldn't wait to have Barak Obama rape me and electrocute me and then they were going to electrocute me some more and put me in more basements.  They didn't give me a "normal life"--they gave me hell and put me in a country run by people who tortured me and set me up to be raped, like Gates.  I think the "Windows" platform has special meaning for Bill Gates just like the name "Jennifer Katharine" does for Melinda Gates.

When I was in that room, I wasn't given books, paper, or social contact.  I had nothing. It felt like I was there for a month and all I know, is I remember I had no water until I was going to die or pass out from dehydration, and they never gave me food.  Instead, at one point, when I said I was hungry, they had someone poop or scooped up a bunch of poop, and put it on a plate and served it to me and I cried.   They told me if I was hungry, I could eat shit and went on and on about it.  They never gave me any food.  So that was the American FBI doing their "counter-intelligence work".  From there, they put me on a plane and took me as a hostage back to the United States, where I was a hostage from that point forward.  Then my Dad said he'd get me back to Russia, and the confrontation occurred where they said they were not doing that and were turning the plane around, and I was forced to face Gates again, stepping on my neck, and Barak Obama screaming at me for being a "slut who goes to royalty but won't kiss a black man."

They planned with Middletons and Goldsmith ahead of time, for me to be raped by Barak Obama there and then they plotted how to kill me. 

Also, when I asked the FBI over 10 years ago for my FOIA, and asked again, and again, and again, and over probably 40 times or so, in writing, the FBI has not once released my file to me and instead has lied claiming they have nothing and hoping I don't remember FBI Agent David Wise and the other agents.  I had a bad feeling the entire drive to that house.

Edward Howard also thought there was something wrong with one of the Dicksies, like she wasn't on my side, and I got that from some other people too, and then it came down to being on the side of a cliff and she cuts my line to have me fall to my death, after, of course, I was raped by Barak.  Also, it was sort of strange she was there about the "levitation" thing right after she and one of the Robert Jrs was getting mad over my "special powers".  I actually cracked the dish in half the last time I did a telekinesis with her at a table.  Both of us chipped things, but I split it down the middle.  She flipped out over it.  After I split the dish down the middle, and she got scared, visibly scared, and wouldn't say anything and just looked shocked and had her hands shaking, I was getting electrocuted again and drugged.   It was after I split the dish they had "Dagmar" the telekinesis guy come over but I didn't see him do anything, he just asked me questions.  He was more like a child psychologist (yes, "shrink") that Alan Springer or someone came out to try to get a crazy theme started against me.  They had me cooped up with no social interaction from no other kids.  It was for an entire summer and then a year.  The only person I was around was my brother, who was younger, and he wasn't always around.  I did have psychic gifts, but they were isolating me and then telling me to do things sometimes, that made me sound odd.  I remember my Mom picked up the pieces of the dish and wanted to see which way it split or how it split and I wanted to look at it too.  There had been no crack there or anything so it was a solid split.  I did wonder if my Mom had done it and not me but I think I did it.  I felt part of the reason they overdosed me with Melinda Gates and Carol Middleton and everyone, was to again try to ruin my mind.

I know not just a necklace was taken off of me.  They were taking some cake to Katie Middleton, and a hat, and I think they took my coat from me too.  They took an article of clothing from me and if it was my coat, I put the pamphlet somewhere else, hiding it in my tights or something.  I know they took my coat because then my Mom checked the pockets there.  It was why they didn't expect me to have a brochure later in Moses Lake, Washington that proved I'd been out of the country. They gave that, a baseball hat, and my necklace to Katie Middleton, along with a piece of cake.  This was after sexually assaulting me, forcing me to have an orgasm, and drugging me.  One of the young men there had taken off his baseball hat and put it on my head while they were assaulting me or after.  So they gave Katie Middleton a baseball hat which was tossed at me after I was assaulted, my coat, my heart necklace, and were taking her a piece of cake.  Melinda Gates was planning to go visit the Middletons with Lisa Thebault after the clean-up.

Then they repeated their whole cake theme when I was raped by Barak Obama.

Prior to this, I think they were even premeditating further back than that, because they had Mike Middleton putting my private parts on the iron cone torture device one time and then had another man come around to put me on it again, harder, the second time.  They also had Mike Middleton's basement full of people putting a rubber ball to my vagina while I was being electrocuted and then using a fire-hot iron rod inserted into my rectum.  So following that, they had it all planned out.  They were going to assault me touching the top of me with a vibrator and have cake over it, and then they were going to have me raped vaginally by Obama and have cake over it. 

It wasn't accidental or "mistaken" games.  This group planned ahead of time, to commit gruesome crimes against me.  It was organized and it was being funded with money. 

Not to mention, has anyone noticed how Melinda French Gates looks like Katie Middleton?  It's like she fell in love with her own image.

pg. 196.  E.H.  says he doesn't object to the book but some of the information has no basis in fact and says his words were taken out of context.

I remember when I was talking to an interrogator, they kept reading back what I said to them and it was usually making me sound nuts, or had some kind of inaccuracy.  Since he was FBI and made it clear he had knowledge of my assault, and yet discouraged any report instead of writing a report, it proves the FBI has been guilty of criminal misconduct and has endangered the entire nation because of it.

E.H. says during the summer he discovered the Budapest library and starved for English-language materials he read about George Blake, a British MI6 officer and Soviet spy who escaped to Moscow in the 1960s.  I do remember at some point they let me out of the room after I agreed to go to the U.S. and there was a library and I pulled out a book about an MI6 officer and spy.  I believe it was Blake.  I was curious about him and thought it was an interesting book and someone lit up when I picked it out.  E.H. says the embassy club was next to the library and they were invited to go in and played darts and had ale.  I remember I did go to a club.  I think it was before my Mom arrived to take me back or something.  I liked going there and when a couple of men acted like maybe I was there for another reason I made it clear I was just there to talk and be social.  I had soda and fries maybe, and talked and played darts.

I also remember visiting a Canadian club connected to an embassy and people were friendly there as well, at that time.  He says he trusted a woman named Connie who was a tall blond.  I remember there was some woman my Dad or E.H. was trusting or seeming to like and I told him I didn't know about her.  I sensed she was trying to pick out information and wasn't to be trusted.  There was an undertone to it.  He writes (pg. 197) that he still met with Sasha at a pastry shop once a week and said Moscow wants you to take your security seriously so be careful about Canada and Connie.  There was definitely such a woman around and I warned him too.  I saw how she looked at me and how her mind was working.  I told him, "She's a honey trap."  I probably picked up that terminology from the book I read about George Blake or heard it somewhere but I knew it fit her.  There was a brunette woman he flirted with and a blond, and probably more but at least 2 I noticed and one in particular stood out to me as a threat.  She was sort of a Valerie-Plame type.  He said thanks for the opinion but I'll take responsibility for this. 

He says he met a U.S. embassy communications man who was about to be posted to Turkey and he shared a few beers and Sasha was happy they'd met.  E.H. said forget about him because he's leaving for Turkey next week and unfortunately he never met another cipher clerk.

I remember the cipher clerk.  I thought it was extremely exciting.  I wanted to hear all about ciphers and how it worked and what they did.  It sounded to me like economic analysis in a way, and I was thrilled to meet him and wondered if I could be mentored in ciphers or how cipher work is done.  I wasn't spying on him, I was looking for a job I liked and enjoyed good stories.  I really liked hearing about it and then I remember he said he was taking off and after all the nice talk he gave me the brush-off and my feelings were really hurt.  So E.H. or my Dad or whoever said don't worry about it.  Just forget him.

E.H. says Mary arrived in August and stayed 3 months.  Connie befriended her and gave her orientation tours.  I remember feeling deliberately excluded by Connie and she and Mary or some woman would go off together talking and leave me out.  He says his son Lee started school at the American International School and Mary made friends with the wives and he looked for work in international trade.  November arrived, Lee and Mary went back to the U.S. and he closed the house in the village and spent the holidays at the dacha in Zhukovka. 

E.H. writes of more adventures and some of it brings to mind things I did, but not necessarily in the same order. 

pg.  198.  E.H. says he learned the East German Security (stazi) was making a film to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the CIA.  They wanted him to visit and be interviewed and he declined because he didn't want to make the U.S. mad, and maybe if he didn't make them mad, the U.S. government would let him live in peace.  With his family gone he decided to accept the invitation as long as they didn't record or videotape him and he went with Sasha to East Berlin.

What I remember, is probably something from CIA boot camp when I was younger one time.  I did some sniper work.  I think it's possible it was for a movie but maybe it was just training and we didn't kill anyone, but made aim from heights and exchanged fire.  I wasn't that young because I carried a rifle, a snipers rifle.  So we went up to the top of this white stucco kind of place, like something you'd see in Sergovia, Bosnia, or someplace, and up really high and then we'd find a spot for where to take aim if fired upon.  No one fired first from our side, from what I remember.  I sat on the ground sometimes and handed out ammo and I slept with a gun.  That was one thing I was tortured over later, or it was mocked.  From what I could tell, it was a CIA exercise.  I never saw anyone die or blood or anything.  It was more like learning the rifle.  So after I did this, one of the ways I was tortured was to be tortured with my arms contorted behind a gun and forced to be tied in extremely painful position like this for a day or more.  There were flies all around my head and everything.  I believe it was in East Germany and I felt I had been tricked to go there.  I was told it was all some nice interview story idea and then I got tortured.  They also had my body contorted and twisted around some kind of a saw-horse and made fun of me, like I had to lie on my back across the narrow beam and my arms were tied down with my legs or something and I was forced to be in that position a long time. 

This also occurred after I had met Barak Obama who thought I'd killed his Dad and was stalking me everywhere, and one of the men with him was a German who talked about Angela Merkel.  I had wondered why I went from talking to this Russian Alexander, before getting assaulted, to meeting a German who maybe didn't like me, and  from what I remember he was in some kind of Army there, maybe even a U.S. man stationed at a German U.S. Army base.  I'm not sure. 

When I went I thought it was going to be about a movie interview and touring and that was it.  The hosts were very nice from the start, with first-class everything.  There was a very nice limo and then Sasha rode in one of two escort cars loaded with guards with Uzis.  It was first-class and it was torture from day 1.  Whoever E.H.'s "Sasha" is, may have been okay with him, but the minute I saw him separate from me, he was smirking and I knew he was bad, not on my side, and looking forward to what the Germans were now prepared to torture me with.  I was hit with massive ultrasound to my back as soon as I was in the limo in the back, in front of the escort cars.  It was so violent and so bad I thought I was going to throw up and I was nauseous, sick, and scared out of my mind.  It was a very extreme hit with energy-directed weapon technology.  All of the guards had been grinning too, like they couldn't wait.  E.H. says the guards blocked off traffic and used their sirens or blue lights to clear a path and played Jefferson Starship and Abba tapes on the stereo as they drove around.  I think the Jefferson Starship was a play off of the Jefferson slave-rape theme, jews, and "starship technology" and Abba was probably for the Swedish Mormons.  I was completely sick the whole way and Wolfgang wasn't innocent.  I felt like a hostage as soon as I was there.  Also, I remember a Robert Jr (I think, not E.H.) who went with me was forced into an escort car and beat up first.  Mike Middleton was there.  He had arranged for the jet that flew us there, and he stood by the escort car with the men who had Uzis and I could tell was being malicious.

There is no doubt at all that Katie Middleton and William of Wales are pedophiles.  I had several individuals tell me they are and that they attempted to access my son and my Dad or one of the Robert Jrs.  I know, based on their family histories, and what I know of his mother Diana and his father and relatives, and their rape, sexual assault, and torture of children, along with Katie Middletons family history of torture with dungeons, chaining children up, rape, and attempted murder, and murder, along with drug dealing and sexual assault, there is no possible way both Katie and William are not also pedophiles or non-violent.  One of the Robert Jrs was being repeatedly raped in this area, along with my son in Wenatchee, by people they know and they have made visits to my parent's house in-person.  I would never, ever, trust my child left alone with Katie Middleton, any of her family or friends, or with William of Wales and any of his family.  I say this, as a person who goes to a church would warn other church members not to leave their kids with a particular man or woman at Sunday school.  The best of appearances have made for a pedophile and torture haven for them and the very fact that such violent criminals as the Middletons and Goldsmiths, then intermarried with more violent criminal pedophile offenders, leaves no room to wonder whether or not Katie and William are also the same way.  They are.  If I am willing to say what I've said about my own family and be honest, why would I lie about them?  I am being truthful about all of them and the idea that any of them have anything to do with children at all, is shocking.  Some of the royals claimed the reason Katie the "Commoner" was accepted into the family as a non-royal was because they had trusted Mike Middleton's grandfather in the past as their pilot or some kind of nice tea-and-conversation story of respect has nothing to do with it.  Their only commonality is vicious crime against children.  It's not like they even respect people who work for them or who try to be honest psychics and give good advice, they torture them and have others torture them for them.  They raise children to service them sexually and then torture them with Mike Middleton stabbing fire-brands into their rear-ends.  Then they try to make the children feel like they're the ones guilty of something, who should be killed.  Katie was raised to marry him or be his whore.  From the time she was a kid U.S. professionals sponsored her with huge amounts of money and favors, and some in the UK as well, and it's like the more crimes Mike Middleton committed, the cozier the feeling for why they should have their kids marry because now one pedophile raping, torturing family could unite with another one and they could try to protect each other while giving favors to others from their positions.  I always like to fall back on the idea that Diana Spencer was a nice woman and admirable and how I had looked up to her.  It's easier to think of someone like that, in that way, but that is not the truth of who she is or how she is.

pg. 199. E.H. says, "I was taken to a house and given a room and the place had a sauna, billiard table and refrigerator stocked with German beer."  This was all true.  I was getting radiated at that house too however, and spent a lot of time in the sauna.  I don't remember meal times being formal but informal with t.v. dinners and sometimes something very good, but it was more like a large cabin.  The food was good I think, when it wasn't a t.v. dinner, and I wasn't throwing up from radiation or ultrasound.  I was made fun of about dressing for dinner.  They said you're just a country girl, don't worry about trying to make something of yourself.  E.H. says "I told the guards I liked to jog" and that a group arrived to run with him.  I remember they were athletic joggers and that one of them tripped me to fall while I was running and they went between acting friendly to acting passive-aggressive like they wanted to kill me.  Every single day I went out to jog, they did this so I quit jogging with them. 

The Germans, or U.S. Army in Germany, wherever this was, used the opportunity of having us there to torture us.  I saw torture of my Dad, or Robert Jr., I was tortured, and then I saw my Mom show up and they both acted like they were trying not to cry and then I got shot, literally, in the arm, with a gun.  It wasn't a stray bullet, it was a targeted attempt and I turned my body against the wall to avoid the bullet and it got my arm instead of my heart or head.  I was being told since someone thought I killed their Dad they were going to kill me now, and they did aim and I was hit.  This is all part of this sick and disgusting whining by Barak Obama about a little girl supposedly causing his Dad to have a car wreck, and the idea that some of the adults who couldn't stand the psychic or intellectual competition got jealous and wanted to think of any excuse to accuse a little girl of something, mainly to justify their sexual pedophilia and their use of torture on a kid to try to boost their own careers.  I was shot at a U.S. Army base in Germany, when the pretense to get me there had been that I was going to be interviewed for a movie about the CIA.  So WHO was shooting me again?  OH YEAH.  The United States Army.  They thought it would work out better if they tried to kill a U.S. citizen overseas at their own base.  So why is Mike Middleton working for the U.S. Army and CIA?  Or is it just Mossad, like I've said.  He and Carol get all of their terrorist money from the U.S. and a few privilege perks from British royals.  I hardly think working for some pedophiles in England qualifies as working for the English.

Mike Middleton and the royals tried to make a point of having my Dad say, "I'm sorry this isn't like what's at the royals" or something, as if Mike Middleton and Carol were a real catch.  This is not to mention the fact that the German man who showed up with Charles Goodman and Obama, was working with Mike Middleton, when the Middletons had just had me assaulted.  Then it was Middleton again, sending us off to the U.S. Army in Germany, so why exactly is Mike Middleton so tied-in with the U.S. and not his own country aside from some pedophile and torturing royals? 

While I was there, they had guards go in and that was where they had my Dad force me to sit on him, and then they brought in U.S. Army guards who told me to give them sexual favors and I was 12 years old or less.  They beat me up for not wanting to do more with them.  Then they forced my Dad to take his pants off, which is what E.H. refers to the unexpected "de-briefing" and kneel on the carpet and bend over while they had German U.S. Army guards assault him and my Dad was trying not to cry and told me to go in the other room and don't look.  It was one huge interrogation session when it wasn't sexual assault, and that is what Mike Middleton  and James Gilbey patted the cars off with a smile over.  That's not to say Middletons and my parents don't work together, because they do.  The only other German person connected to intelligence or Middletons at that time was George Bechtold, who I first met when I was locked in a smokehouse.  That was before I ever moved to Sherwood, Oregon and was around the same time I was sent to be tortured in Germany with Middleton and Gilbey patting the cars off.

On the topic of pedophilia, I've seen some gross cases of it from Mormons.  I wouldn't want Geoff Rasmussen or his friends, or Andy Panda or others around him.  I've seen some of the things they do and I also know how some of them are involved in sexual trafficking of young woman and boys.  I witnessed this in Wenatchee as well as in Moses Lake.  I know it's also in the Mexican churches in Wenatchee.

We can ask why Raul Bujanda, with the FBI, wanted to show off his watch, specifically, the way Forrest Tancer used to do on private planes.

And why he and Armando Garza wanted to imitate the way Alexander ran up and down my stairs and how I was forced to let them in when I unlocked the door.  How was it they knew exactly what had happened to me when I was set up by Middleton and Gates to be gang-raped with a vibrator through a break-in of the same nature?  We can wonder why Raul thought he would ask "Are you hungry?" to get a hamburger in the middle of the night when E.H. did this and had to live in Hungary out of fear of FBI persecution.

Is Bujanda still at-large?  Oh, because I thought I had reported him and Garza.
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10/18/13.

The person who shot me in Germany was one of the Robert Jrs.  He aimed for my heart and I had ducked out of the way and it got my arm.  I made sure to say out loud,  "You just tried to shoot me."  I must have known it was possible there was surveillance in my body or in that area or on someone, because I said it loud and then he didn't try again.  He said it was a stray bullet and no, it wasn't. So they tried to shoot me in the heart after my heart necklace was stolen from me to go to Katie Middleton and Barak Obama stalked me out thinking I had killed his Dad when I was even younger than 11-12 years old (which is when he stalked me).  The location of the shooting against me by my Dad was the U.S. Army base in East Germany.

The invitation to go there, for a "movie interview" was made at the house with Barak Obama and Charles Goodman, following being the other house where I was assaulted.  So they were connected to the attempt to kill me.
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10/18/13.

Some things I remembered more clearly for correction are that I think it was James Gilbey, not Mike Middleton, who pushed the doors on the escort cars when we got to Germany.  I sort of remember seeing both of them there, but Gilbey was the one who talked to one of the Robert Jrs first.

It's possible if it was not Diana Spencer with the supernumary nipple, it was one of the Dicksies.  I know both of them were nursing a baby around that time, and from what I remember, it was Diana with the extra nipple, and I saw both of their breasts from nursing, but it would be one of the...no, it was Diana.  Because later, my Mom tried to cover for Diana claiming she was the one with one and I said "I know you're not, how come you don't want me to remember had it?"  I was told it had a magical power, and having an extra nipple meant you could be a real witch.  Diana just said it gave her "special powers" and another woman joked it made her a "witch".  I didn't have one so they said they could put a dot on my forehead instead.  I was looking at my stomach and chest to see if I had one and she said I think you do but someone else said, "It's just a mole" but since it stuck out a little, she said we both had them but they decided I should have a dot on my forehead for some reason.

From what I remember, she offered to let me nurse from one of her breasts.  My Mom didn't, but Diana did.  I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, or with the idea and was curious about how the babies got milk from the woman.  Unless Diana had a secret child before 1982, it would have been in 1982 after William was born this happened.  I was 7 or 8 years old at the time.  What I remember, is she offered, so I tried it.  Seriously.  It wasn't sexual, or weird...I was a little kid who wanted to see how it worked with the milk like that.  I don't remember my reaction to it.  I'm not sure if I spit it out because I wasn't used to it tasting different from cow milk, or if I just said it was good milk and patted her chest and that was it.  I'm positive it was Diana and remember the look in her eyes when she thought about it first.

This became a huge deal. It was such a big deal without my realizing it, that people in England and the U.S. both heard about it.  It is probably why Dr. Malcolm Butler harassed me with the question, when asking how long I intended to nurse my son, "You're not thinking of doing it until he's like, SEVEN are you?"  I really didn't see why he was making such a big deal about my nursing.  Then, I ended up being harassed by Barak Obama later, with Charles there (Goodman) and Mark (the German).

They were punishing me for nursing from Diana Spencer's breasts all the way until I was 12 years old, because that's how old I was then, when Barak, Chalres G. and Mark and another man tried to force me to nurse from my Dad's "breasts".

I also got tortured 10x more severely after nursing from her breasts.  I remember I patted her chest and said, "That's good milk" or something so maybe that's why they had some guy there named "Goodman" later.  I also said it was sweet.

I also remember William had seizures.  He had full-on, total body seizures even as a baby.  The reason I later thought Joanna or someone needed a stick in her mouth so she didn't bite her tongue was because William had something put in his mouth so he didn't bit his tongue as a baby.  Possibly it was just a finger across his mouth when he was little and then later he had seizures too.  From what I saw, there was nothing occurring ahead of time to trigger them.  I played with him on the floor, before later being asked what I thought about him after I hadn't seen him in a while.  I would be playing with him and all of a sudden, he would go into a seizure with no warning.  Once we were playing with a ball together on the floor sitting down.  I rolled it back and forth to him and then out of nowhere, he had a seizure.  They did put something in his mouth sometimes, to keep him from biting his tongue, from what I remember.  I remember Diana looked at me, sort of upset once, as if "What did you do?" but I didn't do anything.  I was just sitting there playing with him.  I remembered my Mom sat there with some of them as well, sometimes a group would sit on the floor while he played on the floor.

Here's the sad part.  They maybe tortured him and then tried to blame me, including his own Mom.  This is when they started electrocuting me a lot so I wouldn't remember.  I wasn't sure what it was but they would sometimes sit in a circle around him or in a part-circle, and use a device and click or push something and he'd go into a seizure from it.  Diana, his mother, used it on him, and caused some of his seizures, and my Mom held it when it was handed to her by Diana.  I never used it.  Later, after they thought I didn't remember anymore how Diana herself used it, my Mom was pretending to "hide" it from me but let me see it and then I would be playing with him and he'd go into a seizure.  I "told on them".  I said, "My Mom and Diana are using something to hurt William" and after I told on both of them, I was "in trouble".  So they tortured me instead, more than before.  She called me "Rat".  Diana did.  "You RAT."

Katie Middleton was never there when I was there at the same time.  Not from what I remember, except for once.  I think after she called me a RAT, they brought in Katie.  Now Katie wouldn't be a "rat".  Oh no, they would rely on Katie.  I remember they rubbed it in and my Mom even didn't look comfortable.  Diana went on and on about how sweet and nice Katie was and how Cameo was a MEAN RAT.  She implied I was the one causing his seizures too.  So William and Katie sat there on the floor playing together and I was told I couldn't play because I caused his seizures, and sat on the bed instead, while they sat on the floor playing together.  She kept saying to William, to look at her and she pointed to Katie and said, "LOVE" and then pointed to me and said "RAT" and then repeated this over and over to program Little William to see "love" with Katie and "rat" with "that mean girl on the bed".  William wouldn't keep looking at her and wanted to play so Diana was standing there telling William "LOOK AT ME" and then pointed to Katie:  "LOVE" and then to me:  "RAT".

The "Love Rat" had nothing to do with James Hewitt talking about something.  It had to do with how Diana Spencer was programming her child to think.

I sat there being called a "RAT" and having Diana point back and forth for what felt like a half hour or more.  Not only was she lying, and programming her own kid to think a certain way when she took part in torturing him herself, she was degrading me and every time she called me a "Rat" it made me feel bad about myself.  LOVE RAT.  LOVE.  RAT.  Over and over.  I started to huddle into a ball with my arms around my knees at the head of the bed, and having to sit there being punished for trying to protect a baby.  They induced seizures in him often.  Carol Middleton was 100% along-for-the-ride and coached the programming.  Carol was telling her, "Now stand and point and then tell him, and make sure he's looking at you."  Carol Middleton is literally Hell's demon and nothing else.  I actually remember, it was Melinda Gates now that I think about it.  Carol was there, standing there, and Melinda was the one coaching Diana on how to do the programming with Carol smiling about it.  My Mom and I were on the bed, apart from them, sitting up by the headboard, with Katie and William playing on the ground and the other women standing around them, directing programming.  I think it's possible my hands were tied and my Mom was tied too.  For some reason it was like we had to sit there together and neither of us moved at all.  I'm not sure why we didn't move.  I know they were calling my Mom a "rat" sometimes too, not just pointing at me but pointing to my Mom and my Mom was scared of Melinda.

When they later introduced him to me again, after this, I didn't remember any of it at the time because I was being electrocuted.

It wasn't like they were making predictions about the future.  They were torturing a baby, with his own Mom involved in it, and then programming him to think how THEY wanted him to think.  They had his life planned out according to their own desires.  Then they tortured and degraded me all the time to ruin my life and bring out the worst, not the best, and it had nothing to do with predictions or prophecy.  They were manipulators. 

As for William, was it really him?  Yes, of course.  I saw his diaper being changed and I remember exactly how he looks and that he peed on my hand once when I was helping.  I had commented "it" was "small" because I didn't see babies usually.  It was probably about average for a baby boy.  I commented that his butt or something was "hairy".  The grown ups looked at me strange and I said, "He has hair on his bottom!"  They said no he doesn't and I said, "Yes he does, look" and it was this very fine blond hair.  It would be really horrible to have Harry think he's named after his brother's butt but who knows.  I guess his name is actually Henry and William wanted to call him "Heh-whee?" 

When Jew Josh Gatov raped me later, after he commented about how I was "taken by a Jew" he later made a specific point to claim I had "hair" on my butt.  He directly referenced what I'd said about William of Wales which was another indicator for motive for his Jewish hate crime against me.  What I said, as a kid, innocently, was used against me and not forgotten all the way up to being raped again at age 24 by another Jew with aspirations of world control.  If they want to control the world, great, go for it.  But don't ask people to respect you, ever, for raping someone because you're so jealous you're still picking on a kid, for things said or done when they were a kid, that you can't get over.  Obviously, it was hate crime.

One person he knew was Lorraine Rose and she showed up in her old station wagon, with her kids inside of it, to mock me in England and Germany.  I met her son "Josh" who I didn't like and knew was a brat even then.  He had hateful derisive eyes and a Jewish superiority complex.  Lorraine showed up after Robert Jr was driving a truck with Katie Middleton in the car, having just talked to Carol Middleton, and Edward Howard was with his son Lee.  They did this thing I didn't understand, trying to turn me around from Robert Jr. and Katie to face Lee Howard and saying, "That's your family."  I didn't understand, and kept trying to go to the truck where my "Dad" was and I was scared of Edward Howard for some reason and he kept trying to turn me to face Lee  and the grown ups stood there and waited for me to make a choice and I ran after my "Dad" in the truck who had Katie with him and Lorraine Rose and Jews drove by me smirking at me.  They felt they'd won the competition.  It was like some kind of bet or competition or something.  I thought I had made the right choice because why was this Edward Howard almost crying and acting so desperate and trying to turn me to this other boy and saying that was my brother?  I said, "No he's not.  My brother's name is Levi, not Lee."  I may have just said, freaking out, "He's not my brother!" and it turns out, he might be.  As a kid, how do you pop that surprise on a kid in a sudden moment?  People lied to me all the time, and what was I supposed to think?

So why exactly did Lorraine Rose want to stalk me down later, when she knew I had forgotten about her and "Josh" and her brats?  It wasn't like they were even nice kids and I suspected she'd said something really awful about me to them by the way Josh looked at me with this mocking smirk.  He didn't even know me, so why look at me like that?  I knew he was a self-consumed brat from the first day I laid eyes on the criminal colluding rapist-tyrant.  My Dad flipped out and spanked me when I turned my back on Katie too, on my own one day.  He beat me.  I wondered what his problem was and why he was so sweet with this kid "Katie".  When I went to the truck, I don't even know if he told me to sit in the front with them or if he just said "Hop in the back" and made me ride in the back of the truck behind them, because one time he did that.  I don't know if it was that time though.

The Jews who showed up were a dark-haired woman Jew in one car, Lorraine Rose (who had grown up in England and whose sister still lives there) in another car, and then there was someone else.  I want to say Katie was about 3 years old, and we were at a construction site of some kind. I know there was construction going on there.  From what I remember my necklace had been stolen from me, that had the heart on it, and then I was going to the "movie interview" in Germany next.  It is possible Edward was warning me and trying to turn me around from Germany where he knew my Dad was going to shoot me or someone had that planned (who knows who).

The German man was named Mark and I remember "Mark Shaw".  Mark Shaw was friends of my parents supposedly and there with Barak Obama and Charles Goodman.  However, when I showed up at my parents house in 2011 and looked at my Dad's trash mail on his computer, all of the messages from Mark sounded threatening, in a way someone who controls your life tries to threaten you.  It didn't sound very much like friends to me. 

So then I was in Germany and the other thing is I said I was forced to sit on my Dad's head but I remember my Dad didn't choose it.  Several German U.S. Army guards broke into the house or got mad that my Dad didn't have "more information" because he had no "information" and they told me to put on a skirt and forced my Dad under my skirt.  I remember they were telling him to put on a skirt too and pulled girls or women's clothing partly over him.  There were 3-5 guards, all big men and in shape, and all of them beating me and my Dad and forcing him to do this.

I know it was a U.S. Army base because I had the flag and signs pointed out to me when we were leaving.  However, I'm not sure why because my Dad tried to shoot me in the heart and did it secretively and I moved.  It caught my arm and I had a sling.  I was seen at their clinic there eventually too.  But before I could go anywhere, when my Dad saw I moved at the last minute (he was behind me with the gun and I had turned my head and then moved, he tied me up.  He had his hand on the gun and had tied me so I couldn't move when he tried to shoot me the second time and at the last minute I worked a hand free and smashed him over the head with something hard and ran.  It was hard enough that he fell down to the ground.  What happened, I think, was that he had found out his gun was out of bullets and as he was loading, I got out of it but I also said, "Why are you trying to shoot me Dad?" which I knew was getting picked up by audio surveillance somewhere and I knew he didn't like it.  I didn't wait for someone to help me, I ran out of there and when I was down the stairs I was outside.  I screamed for "Help" and then I think I found I was right next to a different room with people inside, in uniform. 

They got mad I was there.  Then they took me to some holding room with military and then after that I was taken to a unit for the bullet wound.  I met James Cartright there if I remember correctly.  He was connected to the Pentagon even back then.

On a tangent...some of the flying I did was in Ohio in the country.  I don't know what kind of training bases they have there, but I was flying small field planes.

After being interrogated by James Cartright and another official, and knowing James hated my guts and was extremely upset I wasn't dead, as planned (he was on the phone with Mike Middleton and intercoming with him when I walked in), I remember some kind of scary experience at the medical unit.  They looked like they didn't even want to take me there, like a baby someone tried to abort and didn't abort successfully, and treated me and then I remember they did some cutting on my arms.  It wasn't just cutting like a quick razor cut. From what I remember they did some kind of carving and had my parents watch and were telling them to give them information.

My Dad was there and I saw the huge bump on his head where I had hit him and I started giggling.  I wasn't making fun of him--it was a nervous response and I started laughing and he got furious and said, "You think that's FUNNY?" and walked over to me and began strangling me and I couldn't breathe and then a nurse walked in.  I thought I was just about to pass out and she walked in.

I can't remember exactly where I got hit with the bullet except for in the arm and I think it's my left shoulder because I have a spot that hardened into a callous where I think they removed the bullet.  It wasn't like a bullet bounced off of me, it was in my arm and I looked at it when they had removed it with pincers, because I said, "I want to see!  I want to see it!" and they showed it to me.  From what I remember, it was a steel silver metal looking bullet.  It had some blood on it but they washed it off.  The bullet was a couple of inches deep.  There was a fraction to part of it.  Like 1 and something or 2 and something and I think it was 2 and something.  I know whatever the depth was, later my parents tried to say it wasn't that deep and wanted it to sound more like a surface wound.

My only question to all of them was "Why was that man James Cartright talking to Mike Middleton?"  I mean, he's on a conference call to MIDDLETON????  while he thinks I am being assassinated on their property?

Then they tortured me by forcing me into weird positions to stay in for a long time.

Also, the woman who showed my Mom around the apartment later, after I was at the British embassy and library and Canadian clubs, was Mary from what I remember.  She had dark brown hair and I believe I called her Mary.  She was the one who showed my Mom around.  The blondes, there were two that I remember.  I think one of them was possibly Valerie Plame.  I distinctly remember meeting her at her college in London, but I think she was also at one of the clubs like the Canadian club and was possibly the woman I told my Dad was a honeytrap, along with another one who was an even more of a cool blond.  I think 3 blondes, maybe Diana visited once, the one blond and then Valerie.  Valerie was talkative and cheerful there, not like at the college, and this other woman was very cool and reserved.

Supposedly, killing me was to make Barak Obama feel happy.  However, I hadn't even killed his Dad. 

Also, the person all the Jews were calling "sweet" was Katie Middleton, not me.  Or it was William.   I remember this because to avoid being tortured by Middleton or Diana one time I tried to say, "Can't I just hold the sweet baby?"  I called the baby by the name "Sweet Baby" because I overheard someone else saying to it, "Oh you are so sweet"--they kept saying the baby was so sweet so I began calling it "sweet baby" and asked to hold it to get out of being electrocuted. 

Which possibly shows where Halea Meyers was going when in Europe and then Israel later.  She worked for Laura Rose-Lewis and Halea said, "She asked me if you are really as sweet as you seem to be and I said oh no or I wouldn't be friends with you."  It's sort of like she wanted to pass the message on about her friendship with Kate Middleton, not me.  Halea then took a trip to Israel next.

"Can I please just hold the sweet baby?"  Someone would approach me to torture me and I knew what was in store and I would say, "Please, can I just hold the sweet baby?"  or "I'll hold the sweet baby."  It wasn't my brother Levi.  It was another woman calling the baby "sweet" and it wasn't my Mom.

I remember my brother Levi, when he was born, was moved to a different house.  I have no idea where he went but my Mom and Dad were at the house I lived in and yet he was raised somewhere else for awhile.  I didn't see him for months.

What I remember is that I think I called William "sweet baby" possibly and also Katie when I had to be at her parent's house.  One day her Mom, Carol, was going to torture me and I saw the look and it was the same routine and I said "Please can I just hold the sweet baby please" again, as usual, to get out of it.  This time Carol allowed me to hold the baby and then put the electrocution headgear on my head.  She also had me sit in a particular seat and then she brought a bowl and pitcher over and filled the bowl with water.  She either put my feet in it or told me to put my hands in the bowl and I think it was my feet maybe.  She took the baby (Katie) away from me, saying, "You will NEVER be Queen" and then I think she gave me a rubber ball and then took it from me, and then turned on the machine and it was such a horrendous shock with the water that I blacked out.  I was only 8 years old.  I was fried so badly I had exit wounds from it that I still remember, and there was black soot or smoke everywhere.  This happened several times and it was after she had redecorated her house.  She got decoration money or something around the time she began pregnant with Katie or had her.  So she took me to this sort of blue and green living room that had no lights on and left the sheer curtains down over the windows.  One time however, I remember she left the curtains parted and I saw a man and woman watching from across the way in a window of a house across the street.  They made sure I saw them and they saw me.  There was more than one person and couple who went to a house across the street from which to view my being electrocuted.
I will describe how I was being electrocuted and who was across the street.  Also, I said the invitation to go to a CIA movie promo in Germany came from Mark or Charles Goodman but I remembered it was at a house in Coquille, Oregon when other people connected to them were torturing me that this offer was made, by a Mr. David Slader.