Swan, Cameron, Electrocution As Child, Throwing Up

I noticed tonight that the man who invented the electric bulb in England, is from Scotland, and married a woman with the last name "Cameron".  His name was Joseph Swan.  Her full name was Isabella Cameron.  Swan invented the lightbulb in about 1860 and then Dr. Donald Ewan Cameron, also of Scotland, began working for the CIA and Canada in MKUltra experiments that electrocuted kids.  Maybe they are not of the same family, but the Camerons are both Scottish and both with an interest in science and electricity.

Joseph Wilson Swan and Isabella Cameron.

I might remember more about what happened to me as a baby and toddler.  I don't remember very much right now, but some things I remember and other things I later had a strong reaction or response to, which I wouldn't have had unless I'd been conditioned to act a certain way. 

For example, I remember that when I was taken to the hospital when I was 8, for a broken arm, I expected them to have my arms up over my head, suspended in the air.  I asked why they weren't doing this and they looked surprised at me and said they wouldn't do that.  I remember when they took the bandaging off, and my arm was shriveled up, yellow (possibly from iodine) and had bruising up and down.  It might not have been iodine either, because the other colors were green and blue (bruising). 

I also remember I threw up a lot as a kid, and then when it quit, I didn't throw up again for almost a decade or more.  I know my entire family sometimes threw up around the same time and we called it "flu" and then other times, one of us was throwing up repeatedly.  I got so tired of throwing up that one day I prayed to God to please not let me throw up as much anymore.  I was throwing up every month it seemed.  I started looking forward to throwing up just to not feel sick to my stomach anymore.  I was able to tell myself, as a kid, "Okay, remember, you need to throw up and then you'll feel better."

So I would go to our bathroom, stand in front of the pedestal sink and wait to throw up.

It wasn't "now and then".  It was all the time, and I can connect my earliest childhood memories to being very, very, sick, until I threw up.  And then I felt better.

There is no way I was getting "the flu" that much.  No one else around me had it.

I used to try to run to the sink in the bathroom as quickly as I could, but if I didn't make it, I threw up in the toilet instead (closer to the door).  Or I threw up next to my bed, in a pan always by me.  Or I threw up outside of the car sometimes or by the kitchen sink, but most of the time, it was in my house.  I don't remember ever throwing up at school. 

I knew the kinds of throw-up there was like the Japanese know different names for nieve, snow. 

When I threw up, maybe I'm wrong, but I remember it was maybe 1-4 days about once a month.  Sometimes a lot more, like almost every other day, and sometimes, several weeks with no throwing up.  I remember our bathroom sink for how much I threw up into it and the cup there for rinsing out my mouth.  I almost think one time we had a square sink and then it attached to the wall (but was up high) and then I remember a pedestal sink. 

I got so used to throwing up and how I felt before I did throw up, I could usually time it right, to get to the sink in time.  There were very few times my timing was wrong or it was instantaneous and with not even a few seconds warning first.

I started praying, please God, don't let me throw up anymore.  And sometime after I did pray this, the throwing up quit and I didn't even throw up from flu, for decades.  Maybe once or twice in a couple of decades, but that was it.  So to go from constant sickness to relief from vomiting made a big difference for me.

I don't see why I would have thrown up that much unless it was from being targeted by aerospace industry and tortured, which upset my stomach and caused this.  The only other thing was I have scars from being cut up, but I don't remember throwing up in connection from seeing cuts on my body.  Unless possibly, if I saw cuts on my Mom's legs, from shaving, it might have caused me to throw up if I had a nervous reaction after being tortured myself or seeing others tortured.  Most of the time, I remember throwing up in the Summer.

I was throwing up through all seasons, but it wasn't cold season when I threw up the most--it was usually Summer and Fall.

My earliest memories are of more disinterested vomiting, where I just ran to something to make sure I didn't make a mess.  Later, it was so routine, I started looking at it--at the consistency, texture, color, the whole diamond-scheme of "cut, color, clarity" and so on.

I remember when the rest of us all got sick together, but there may have been times others were sick and I didn't see it.  I know many times, I seemed to be throwing up a lot, but not my brother. 

I never "made" myself throw up though.  I have never like to self-injure or harm myself in any way.  I just know that I went from being sick and feeling out of control to telling myself, "It's okay if you throw up, because you will feel better after you do" when I started feeling sick.  So I talked to myself, and waited with a sense of control in knowing I didn't have to dread vomiting, because then I'd feel better.

Later however, I just prayed to not feel sick at all.

Supposedly, I was never "sick".

I mean, everyone lies for this government.

When I was in school, I didn't get sick again very much.  Maybe one cold a year, and no throwing up.  The exceptions were Summer and Fall on occasion.

I also remember one time when I was drawing a bath for myself in the middle of the day, through a whole summer, and I would sit or lie in the tub with the lights out, and I was pretty young.  I think it was just my daily bath but I remember I left the lights off, and that I could feel the breeze from the window above the tub, and I remember an entire summer of this but I don't remember other times of the year.  There was enough light to see, just dim, and maybe before 4 p.m.  I don't know if I had a fever or what.  I remember taking cold baths because I felt so hot, and some warm too, but tepid because of how hot I felt.  Around that time, I think, we were always getting fevers too.

I slept with a green plastic bowl by my bed, and sometimes a pan, in case I had to throw up and couldn't get out of bed in time.  Sometimes I woke in the middle of the night and had to throw up and other times it was early in the morning about the same time I woke up.

I remember falling asleep with my hands around the bars in the headboard above my head.  There were spokes in a sun shape, or half-wheel shape in the design on my headboard, and I remember subconsciously gripping these or holding onto them and then falling asleep.  Other times, I wrapped my arms around the sides of the bed and held onto the sides, where there was a metal edge.  I didn't sleep with a pillow because I wasn't used to one.

It was a spring mattress, and I used to get under my bed and look up at the design of the springs and the grate.  I could see the metal grate and a board and then there were springs if I took my twin mattress off.  The board had red stripes across it, on the underside.  Red marks made into the wood. They weren't exact stripes from one side to the other, and they weren't made with blood. They looked like bright red kool-aid stripes at random, in flush marks on the plywood.

There was a name written under the bed on the inside too, and it was "Mike".  It was either "Mike" or "Mike was here".  It was maybe just "Mike".  It was written very small, in print, not cursive..

I didn't know anyone named "Mike"--not from class or school.  There was a Mike, I believe, who sometimes went to my parent's college-age class for Young Life and if it's the one I'm thinking of, he and his woman friend flew airplanes at the airport in Moses Lake.  He was a pilot of some kind and she was someone I thought looked like "Nancy Drew" would look.

First I had my bed with the mattress and springs and the metal frame and then I said, "It's too soft" or maybe I didn't say anything because one day my Dad said he was going to put a board in so it harder or firmer.  So then I had the board, and it had the red flush mark(s) and "Mike" on it.  The red mark was closer to the foot of the frame than the head of the frame, where I slept on the other side.  So it was in the center to down by my feet.  I later moved it around, when I was older, but I remember where it was.

I remember it because I went under my bed a lot, to look around and think.  Sometimes I was cleaning and getting something out from under my bed and then I'd see something and slide under, on my back, looking up at the top to see what was there. 

I saw the name there for a long time.  I didn't say anything and just wondered about it, and then years later I asked out loud about it, or said something about what was there.

Maybe this is why I said, "Mike" out loud, spontaneously, when I was sleeping next to a wood floor at a house in Washington D.C.  I was on a couch, and had my hand trailing down to the ground and was almost asleep and said, "Mike" out loud and Chris Dabney, on a different couch, freaked out.

Who knows, maybe Mike Nichols knew about that plywood board and what was on it and he thought he'd roll the car I was in, and flip it, but from my understanding, in hindsight, it has more to do with my being tortured and assaulted and someone named "Mike" being involved.

Spider Comes Back To Life & Kate Middleton's Pedophiles

I will be updating my last post, which is very important, later today/tonight.  First I am writing about a spider-to-life thing and next, I am writing about "All of Kate Middleton's Pedophiles".

However, I have an announcement to make:

I brought a spider back to life.  It wasn't all my doing, because it must have had a pretty strong determination, but it really looked like a goner.

I got home from a walk and found it curled up on its back in the right side of my kitchen sink, behind the empty Extra Virgin olive oil bottle.  I had two empty bottles in the sink there to wash. It was also next to this rag I use for cleaning, which I had last used in a combination of acetone and ammonia (my midnight "special") for killing fungus spores in my bathroom carpet without bleaching it out.  I sterilized this several weeks ago after some research about which chemical combination would be best for my needs.  I had since used it for other things, but I thought water had drowned it and that maybe chemicals got on it too.

When I touched it, it moved, but barely. It couldn't get itself turned over, so I turned it over and it wiggled a leg, and then I saw it had a piece of oatmeal on it and looked sort of shriveled.  When it was inside of this bottle cap, it didn't look very good.  I thought maybe I should rinse it to get chemicals off, and I filled the cap with water and poured it out on my bread board.  Even though it was quick, this looked like it had killed it for good.  It didn't move at all.  I tried to see if all different parts would move and none of them would.  I gently touched his head, stomach, back, legs, and nothing.

So it was there up against a dried vine from a beet.  After awhile, I decided to turn it over on its side because I thought maybe if it revived it would be most comfortable that way.  And then I got a piece of cobweb and put it near its head and feet to make it feel more at home.

From daylight yesterday (5 p.m. or so) until about 2 a.m. in the morning today, there was no sign of life.  I checked it right before I went to bed and thought I saw one leg up in the air that wasn't up before and I touched it, and there was no movement. 

I went to bed, and by this morning, it's gone.  I mean, it walked away on its own.  So I guess it was about 9 hours of zero signs of life, and then it revived.  I looked everywhere for it, and the cobweb is there and the beet vine is there, and there is no spider.  I checked the sides of the counter and lifted things up, and I can't find it anywhere and it didn't fall to the ground either.

The only sign of life I saw was around 2 a.m., I thought it maybe raised a leg or arm or whatever.  I actually didn't touch it at first, I blew on it, a light breeze of air and it went down.  So then I wondered if it had moved and gently touched with something and it didn't move.

I could have thrown it out at any point and it would have seemed dead.  But it really truly came back to life.

I turned it on its side because I figured spiders are on their backs when they're dead, and it might not have enough strength to turn over, and on it's side, maybe it could breathe. I guess then when it had dried out more, and I'd separated a few of its legs to a more natural "spider position", it was upright and that is when I brought a piece of cobweb for it to smell and touch in case it needed a boost in morale.

I'll take a photo of the site of disappearance.  These are taken from the angle I had, looking at it, and it was just above the cobweb facing the cobweb (from this view, facing down the screen) and a hand in it.  When I spread it out, it reminded me of setting out the angel hair, as a little girl, at Christmas.

I guess I'm surprised it came back to life.  I had felt sort of bad last night, thinking my rinsing of it must have been the final straw and it had been too weak to withstand being submerged in water, even briefly.  I guess I paid attention to it at all, because it was life and I figured there is some value in even knowing how to recusitate a spider, and I used some ideas I might have with a person, because they probably think too.  I figured some principles that apply on a small scale, also works for a larger scale and vice versa.

I swatted a fly over a year ago to kill it but it was because it was interfering with humans.  I did feel bad about it because I later thought it meant something to someone.  It was around Mike Killian, and he really didn't need to have some kind of show.  I noticed my Dad looked sad or didn't like that I had killed the fly and Mike thought it was great.  Mike is the killer-type.

The main insects I kill, or have killed since I was a kid, are mosquitos.  If there is a mosquito on my neck, I'm going to kill it.  I've never liked the whining high-pitched noise of a mosquito and they bite.  Mosquitos loved me because of my type of blood.  They went crazy over my Dad's blood.  They could smell my Dad's blood a mile away and zoned in for a blood feast.  Any of us, could get bit by a mosquito on the forehead and have blood running into our eye, and one of us would say, "WHAT HAPPENED?" and we'd say, "A mosquito bit me." 

"A MOSQUITO did THAT?" 

"Yeah".

We used the strongest moquito repellants money could buy, because of it.  I used to get bit from head to toe.  I think it's because of the quality of our blood.  We obviously have some kind of hemophilia and coagulation problem, which maybe makes it easier for moquitos to smell us and love our blood.  It is probably easier for them to get a faster fix with us, because the blood runs thinner and faster.

When I was little, I avoided even stepping on ants, on our patio in Moses Lake, because I didn't want to kill them.  They used to run back and forth over the cement patio next to the house, and I stepped around them to avoid killing them.

Being a vegan isn't really out of keeping with how I've been most of my life, but I didn't plan it.

Anyway.  I am not very much different now than I was then.  I just know more.  I'm going to update my last post, so keep an eye out for it.

I want my son Oliver returned to me.  He is not government property and he does not belong to the Avilas.

I was cut up by British, Canadians, and U.S. involved in MKUltra.

Canada sponsored electrocution of me and cutting up of my arms.  My meal at The Empress Hotel, in Victoria, B.C., was a "sending off" "Go West Young Woman" meal.  They did this to me after they had tortured me.

When one of the British Canadians came around with the petit fours cart, I still remember what he looked like.  I remember he came around with that cart and I thought it was a medical cart, as a little girl.  Why would I assume it was a medical cart, if I was never in a hospital.  I even commented on it.  When that tall and thin man came closer, my Dad looked upset, and waved him away or nodded no, and said to me, "We're ordering from the menu".

I'd like to know what is on the Lawsuit Menu for U.S. and Canadian contribution to torture of me, and electrocution.

The man who later poured my drink, when I went out with Mike Tancer, had the same sadistic expression on his face that the man in Victoria had.  Both the Mexican waiter at the restaurant Mike took me to, and the man at Bar 15 were behaving in the exact same manner and with the same expressions and I remember.  I remember the man looked at me with hatred.  He stared directly at me, before anyone else saw him, I saw him, and then he smirked in a hostile way to my Dad later.  He was an enemy to me.

If I was sleepwalking as a little girl, and leaving the upstairs of Granny's house, to walk over to the sink, pick up the washcloth and drop it into the toilet, most likely, my subconcious remembered having a wet-cloth electrocution applied.  If Granny was washing her face with a cloth, I might have seen her, as it was said my eyes were wide open, and taken the cloth from her out of concern she was being electrocuted or harmed as I was, and put it in the toilet instead.

I took it right out of her hands.

I'd like to know what the British Royal Family has to say for themselves, because they were involved.  Don't tell me I was being taken in and out of Canada without their knowledge, to a hospital that Prince Albert opened himself and which was sponsored by the Royal family.

Prince Albert was Prince George's brother, and Prince George was the father of current Queen Elizabeth II.  Prince Albert opened that hospital and other royals knew exactly what was happening to me.  It was a hospital owned by the Crown.

Not only did I later take a washcloth out of Granny's hands, as a little girl, with my eyes open, a Japanese roommate later stayed with me, in 2003, and kept a folded up white napkin on her lap and wiped her fingers on it all the time.  I believe she also knew that I had been electrocuted as a little girl.  I don't know who told her, but she knew.

When I first started going to OSU, one of the photos they featured on their site for biology and science experiments, was of a woman in Alaska, with a white cloth folded over the head of an animal lying down in the snow on a stretcher, laughing.  That same time period, there was a photo of a man with thin wire or fishing line, stretching it out.

From what I've had intimated to me, I was "wired" as a kid.  When my mother got a cat from the pound, and she always made sure I knew it was "from the pound", that cat had to be taken to the vet because of having "3 feet of fishing line in her stomach", and I was told she'd somehow "swallowed 3 feet of fishing line" and had to be cut open at the stomach, and have it removed with an operation.

The U.S. does not use "pounds" for currency, England does.  The same thing that was done to that cat, a Himalayan cat named Purrsilla (who was after a Persian named Mousy-tongue), was done to me.

Something else I have had an aversion to, probably because of the surroundings I was in when I was cut up and electrocuted, is foot traffic going in and out from doors that push open.  Rooms with opaque sliding doors in medical centers have terrified me, and being next to a door that pushes open and has people going back and forth terrifies me.  I have noticed this from when I've gone to restaurants, where I am inside and there is a "window" that shows me who is behind, and then a door that pushes open where waiters walk back and forth.  It is unlike being in a medical room where there is an observation window and a door to allow doctors and scientists back and forth into the room where they tortured me.

Mike Tancer knew about my past as a child, which is why the male waiter at the restaurant he took me to, and the one at the bar, acted the way they did.  I couldn't eat very much, even though I ate at home some first, because of it.  Mike's friend, the woman who was part of the "steel industry" also knew.  At that restaurant he told the waiter he didn't want salt on the glass.

I remember Canada and I remember what was done in the U.S.  The Canadians colluded to have my son kidnapped from me because of their illegal trafficking of me as a child.  They worked with the U.S. to commit crimes against me to protect themselves, the British government and royals, and the CIA.

How would Mike Tancer know about me?  Lets make an educated guess, shall we?  His "Dad", Forrest Tancer, worked for the Peace Corp and many Peace Corp people end up getting jobs with the CIA (look at  Mary and Edward Lee Howards bio for an example).  He knew other federal employees as well and showed up when I went out with Erica Ballinger Yuille.

As for Chris Rozollo, I don't believe he is Catholic.  He worked for the U.S. Army, he knew how to scuba dive and had that gear (which is a hobby Mike Tancer also had) and I felt he was probably Jewish.  He thought it was fine for the U.S. government to kidnap and steal my son from me.

Both Mike and Chris Rozollo did deep sea scuba diving, which is not something a lot of people get into.

The Persian cat, "Mousy-tongue" was right before "Himalayan 3 feet of fishing line".  Who is a mouse?  Mickey.  Mike.  Mickey-tongue.  So first I was sexually assaulted orally and otherwise, by individuals, including "Mike" and then they wired me.

It is very likely Katie Middleton's Dad is a pedophile "dog".  Her father, Mike Middleton, is most likely one of the individuals who used his tongue to commit pedophilia against me when I was a baby and toddler. 

This would also explain why Robin Bechtold got so mad and gritted his teeth, when I told him one of my mother's cats was named "Mousy-tongue".  Robin Bechtold was mad because he already knew I had been assaulted sexually and he didn't like the 'indicator' and symbolism of this name, when he was already working for Mike Middleton.

You notice, both the Persian cat and "Purrsilla" have "purse" in common.  "He's getting moony" as in, he's getting money.

NO DUH.

So what did Mike Tancer tell me to order that night, in a replay of the Empress Hotel in Victoria, B.C.?  Tuna tartar.  His steel industry friend said to him, some people are not "accustomed" to it.  Mike-mousy-tongue.

Heinz's "art" that we went to see was of a bunch of white 'cones' in the shape of a vagina.

I think Katie fucking Middleton might slash someone with a knife over protecting her pedophile father.  Did her Dad get a "Visa" after tonguing me?  or did Carol have a "vision".

I just looked at the "tea lobby" for the wikipedia of Empress Hotel, and it doesn't look like what I remember, but they had done a restoration.  The room I was in had marble floors, lots of windows and sunlight, an extremely high ceiling, and was more formal than the tea lobby.  It was on the 1st floor and we didn't go anywhere else.

The Mexican restaurant that Mike Tancer took me to, looked exactly like the interior of the "tea room" as it is in the Empress Hotel.  I'm sure he chose it for the significance of impressing Katie Middleton.

I was in much more formal room, more like a ballroom, and it was on the 1st floor.  We didn't order from the "a la carte" tray, but Middleton tried to force me to accept Alvaro Pardo later, in an attempt to get me out of their way one way or the other, and have continued access to drugging me.

It is no wonder why a Canadian-born citizen like Mike Nichols, would be motivated enough, by Canadian and U.S. interests, to try to kill me, even if it meant taking his own life in the process.

Childhood Torture Commemorated By Wells Fargo Bank (When People Talk)

I was reading about memory and retention tonight and remembered my old phone number from Moses Lake.  I remember it as 1-509-782-9....  The zip was 98837 and the phone number was different.  I'll remember exactly.  The zip was definitely that, Rt.3 Box 33E. (I think)

Stephanies was 509-782-5050 at first, I believe, and then it was changed to 509-782-1000.

So I am sure that if there are some things I've forgotten temporarily or even for some time, I will remember some of it later.  The phone number has come up and I've known it was right and then other times I've forgotten again.  But I've had it come to mind accurately in the last couple of years and didn't blog it.  Before my son and I were both tortured, I never forgot it.

This country has kept me tortured and moving around, and prevented me from stabilizing and resettling in another country because of the crimes they committed.  They also drugged me and assaulted me with Haldol for the same reason, hoping if they couldn't kill me discreetly, they could hope I'd ever forget things or that no one would even believe me after they defamed and discredited me.  During this time, they told their federal agents I was free range rape target and have at me.  They didn't see anything wrong with it because that is what they did to me when I was a toddler.

This country brought everything around full circle.

They tortured me as a baby and electrocuted and raped me.  Then they eventually went into the exact same forms of rape, degradation, and torture and picked up my son along the way.  They got a lot of cheap and high quality labor out of me first, as one of the best nannies a kid could have, but then forced me out of my own child and then thought they could get me to teach a bunch of kids that weren't my own.  I have never had a right to retain my personal property because the government has been stealing from me since I was a toddler and they steal my son's toys from him, and food, as well.  They have treated my life, my property, and my body as "communal property".

They even forced me to have my parents attached to my bank accounts when I was an adult.  I think that way, if the U.S. wanted to take money out, they could.  If they wanted access or control to me through a parent, they had it.  If I died, I didn't have much, but it was theirs.  It was only when I was not attached to my parents through a bank account or some formal document, that the U.S. was worried.  They never liked my indepedence.  The U.S. found a way to keep my parents linked to some kind of property or bank document.

Why? Maybe a lawyer knows, like a military lawyer.  It obviously is creating some form of "agency".  When I found out my Dad's name was still connected to a credit union account I had, I asked to have it removed and they refused.  They said, "We'll have to get permission from your Dad."  That was in 2002 or 2004 or so.  I said, "It's my bank account, and I want it to belong only to me" and they refused and then I asked my Dad once or twice and he refused too.  I paid my own utilities in my name only, and my own mortgage, but the U.S. government wanted to be sure they had a line to me, through their employees (my parents).

When I finally opened a different bank account, with Wells Fargo, they went through my mother to try to shut it down without giving me notice.  They also went through FBI.  They threatened my mother and had her involved in closing my bank account without giving notice to me first.  The first time I had problems with Wells Fargo, was in Wenatchee, after I was in Portland and had a problem once with the bank, and was then being set up by Raul Bujanda and Garza. 

Wells Fargo has a commercial for their bank running currrently, that references torture against me when I was a baby.  "When people talk it's a beautiful thing", and a woman holding a baby.  They know what it's about.

http://adland.tv/commercials/wells-fargo-when-people-talk-2013-30-usa

The baby they feature is making the same noises my parents baby, Gannon, made when he was prevented from breathing.  And then you can see the woman saying "Hi" and curling her fingers up.  She looks like a woman I met in Wenatchee named Greta.  Her ennunciation is also to match Mike Tancer's family, and I specifically remember things he said to me about ennunciation after he raped me after a drug was put into my drink at a Portland bar, which incapacitated me when I had had less than half a short glass to drink and I was a more experienced drinker at that time.  His ennunciation was over, instead of "Hi", it was "Halloween". 

This woman they feature is using the same ennunciation he used, with, if you notice her finger movement and smile, a little bit of a witchy motion.  The book he had with him, as he was talking about Halloween, was The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

As I've said, the first time I went out with him, he did not rape me if he did cross the line, and I guess, in a sense, raped me.  I told him I didn't want to do anything and he knew I was drunk and he crossed the line.  We didn't have sexual intercourse per se.  He made a big deal about how DRUNK HE had been to justify what happened.  I hadn't classified it, in my own mind, as a rape.  Then he asked me to dinner, and I went and then we went for a drink and there was something wrong with the drink.  Either that, or there had been something wrong with the drink at the Mexican restaurant we were at and it took time for it to kick in.  From the time I had one drink with dinner, to the time I had only a few sips of a drink at Bar 15, it was about 1 hour.

We left the Mexican restaurant, went to an art show for Lewis & Clark where John Kerry's son-in-law had his art on the wall.  When Mike's friend came in, a woman in the steel industry, I was introduced to her and she said, looking at me and then at him snidely, "Are you working?" the same way a woman says to a model named "Susan" in the Harrison Ford movie "Random Hearts".  After being there, he wanted to go to a club Heinz was at and they wouldn't allow anyone in and Mike wanted to get a drink at Bar 15.  I had a few sips of one drink that was brought to me and I was drugged.  It wasn't like normal alcohol and he said we were leaving.  I was so out of it, I couldn't hold on to my clutch purse.  I went from "normal conversation" at an art place, to Mike talking privately with Heinz and some friends--I looked around at some of the art on my own, and then we left.  He had said we were going to an "after-party" there and there wasn't one. 

It is actually possible someone gave him something there, to use in my drink.  This is not something I had considered, because I assumed it came from the drink over the counter at Bar 15.  I do know the man pouring it, who I couldn't see completely because of the crowd, exchanged a smirk and knowing look with Mike.  It was a man pouring the drink, not a woman.  I couldn't see the pour because there were people inbetween me and I was in the back of a crowded area.

It is also possible Mike picked a chemical or drug up at the Art show and put it in the drink.  There was one time that I was walking around looking at things on my own, and wouldn't have noticed, and also, he went over to talk to Heinz separately and told me to stay there, and the "steel industry" woman took my attention to herself instead, asking me questions about what I did and how I knew Mike.

When I woke the next day, I felt like I had slept much more soundly than usual, and it was a very black sleep with no dreams or memory or anything.  I hadn't been drunk from the number of drinks I had because there was too much time inbetween, food, and I knew what my approximate limits were by then.  When I woke up, that morning, was the first time I thought, aside from the night before and wondering why something had "hit me" all at once, that I had been drugged because of the soundness and odd quality of the sleep.  It was more like I had been knocked out.  I actually even wondered if someone aside from Mike Tancer had gone into the room while I was knocked out, or what had happened after I had "fallen asleep".

That night, before it happened, he had left my side a few times.  To get up from the table at the Mexican restaurant and use the restroom (and I noticed the male waiter hated me, seriously), to talk to Heinz at the Art show and others while I looked around, and to get my drink at Bar 15.  We were sitting down and he said he'd get up and get drinks and to stay there, and I had a bad feeling or thought it wasn't a good idea to not see my drink being poured, so I stood up after awhile and tried to go over, but by then too many people were in the way blocking my view and all I could see was a male bartender and a female and then Mike walking through this crowd to give me the drink.  When I say there were people between us, I don't mean a line.  It was packed, like sardines, all the way around.

After I was raped, I was assaulted with military technology.  There was a knock on the door, then, and a courier was there to deliver a Visa to Mike, for him to leave for India.  The man said, "Here is your passport." I asked what was going on and Mike showed me his passport and said he had been waiting for his Visa to go on a trip to India.

I had a blow to the head to trigger a massive migraine.  I knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to believe it was really a date-rape drug because I had thought I had some things in common with Mike.  I was also in shock because I felt dirty, like someone had just raped me, and I think I instinctively knew I had been raped but I couldn't take that idea, because I didn't want to believe it was possible that many men, by that time, would be doing the same thing to me.  I started to feel like it was my fault somehow, but it wasn't.  Because I wondered what bad thing I'd done to deserve being raped repeatedly, and didn't want to believe it, I told myself no, that's probably not what happened, when really, it was.  I again felt like maybe I had to just go out with Mike now, because I couldn't imagine having sex with another man or being raped by another separate individual.  I never was interested in being with more than one person, and my intentions had been for marriage.  So I started to feel like if it happened that many times, it felt dirty to even think of starting something with a different person, so I guessed I had to just stay with Mike.  However, I was still not comfortable entirely so I put off his calls, which were always interfering with my legal research.  Then when I went over another time, I had another massive migraine triggered. 

I felt something was really wrong, and that now he had a motive to try to set me up after he had raped me, so I quit seeing him and when he took my ring, he refused to give it back to me and kept telling me to drive over to see him.  I told him to put it in the mail and he refused.  He then showed up at my house and dropped it off and used triggers he knew I had from MKUltra programming and then called me and wanted to see me later he said, but I never took any calls from him again because I started to realize what he had done to me was following a pattern of what FBI employees were doing to me in premeditating date-rape.

He actually even had a Visa to go to India delivered to him, so he could take off if he wanted, if he thought I was going to go to police after he raped me.  Just like Josh Gatov, getting tipped off by FBI to leave the country for Thailand until they claimed my statutes had expired.

When I say "black sleep" to describe the kind of odd "knock-out" sleep I experienced after having a drug put into that drink, I recognized the same kind of 'sleep' when Eastern Indian doctors in Nashville, TN injected me with Haldol and a strong sedative.  I woke up from black sleep, with no dreams, and no memory of anything and no waking dream sleep either.  I always wake up with dreams before I wake, and it's part of the EMR process of dreaming.  The drugs knock it down and when I woke at Mikes and when I woke at the 'psych ward' in TN, after being interrogated about FBI, it was the exact same kind of wake from the exact same kind of sleep.

The only difference was that there was a heightened kind of buzzed, euphoric, drugged feeling first, when I got the drink at Bar 15, and then once I fell asleep, I woke up from what was like being-sedated sleep.

What sounds like what I was given is maybe Ecstasy with something else to cause black-out sleep.  Ecstasy describes the reaction I had except I don't know why it would increase alcohol levels or cause inability to hold onto objects like my purse.  It also doesn't explain why I slept in a sedated kind of state.  It does explain the feeling I had after a few sips of the drink and Mike took me to his house right after.

Basically, he date-raped me and then was prepared to leave the country if I went to a hospital to be tested. 

My son has been endangered because of this country and he has never been safe here.  He was tortured after I was raped and tortured and the U.S. lied and committed fraud to keep him in their grip.

After the Art gallery, before Bar 15, Mike Tancer had a conversation with Heinz over the phone.  Heinz told him, after you have drinks, why don't you come over to my house.  So we had drinks and then after I was drugged, Mike took me to his house.

On the way to driving to another place to get drinks, we passed a group of women and Mike Tancer was interested in the brunette.  I still remember what she looked like, and even though I did not know who Kate Middleton was at that time and had never seen a photo, when I later saw her, years later, in photos, she looked like the brunette that was out to be in sight and view of Mike as he was driving to the club.  She was shorter, and that was about it, a white brunette with long straight hair.  Mike kept staring at her and did a double-take over her, and watched her.  When Mike went to the first bar, where Heinz was, the guard said to him, "It's a private party."  Mike basically showed up and told the guard to let Heinz know Mike was there.  The guard got back to him with this message from Heinz, "It's a private party."  So then Mike took me to Bar 15, I was drugged, and the "private party" was at his house, with my being raped and his receipt of a Visa to flee the country the next day.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing when people talk.  I LOVE the Department of State!  Does Theresa Heinz know Tony Roos?  I'll bet Heinz knew John Kaempf.

KISS KISS

So then at his house, I vaguely remember him saying, "You have a beautiful body", which is something a woman said to me when I was showering after lap swim at a Tigard indoor swimming pool.  So beautiful, this country cut it up with knives and razors when I was a toddler with Canada's help and then raped me. 

The other thing Mike did, and I'll have to remember exactly what time and point it was that he did this, but when  a migraine was triggered against me by U.S. military while I was at his house, I asked if he had any advil and he said he had something, a dissolveable, melt in your mouth Excederin.  It was a flat tablet that was white and I said it tasted disgusting and then I said sarcastically, that it was "smooth".  That was given to me a different time.  From the time we arrived at his house from Bar 15, I had not had anything else except for the drink I was given.

The next time I saw him, I had a migraine triggered and took this because he said it was Excederin and he had some and they were new because they were trying dissolveable tablets.  It had a weird taste and was more "off" than aspirin actually, like a chemically taste to it.  There was no euphoria with it.  The euphoria and ecstacy feeling and then inability to hold onto my things, was in the drink I got at Bar 15.  Either Mike put something into that drink in the crowd, or a bartender there did.  When I say I think it was Ecstasy, or that this was one thing in the drink, it's because after about 10 minutes or so, or less maybe, I don't remember, I was suddenly touchy-feely and I'm not like that in public.  I was touching his arm and talking in his ear and something had hit me and it wasn't the alcohol.  Not even when intoxicated was I touchy-feely in public unless I was totally drunk and there was no possible way for me to go from not drunk to touchy-feely in a few sips.  It was something else.

When I was given the Excederin, I had a pronounced deep sleep like that in TN as well.  That was the time I wondered if other people had gone into the room while I was asleep.  I also remember later that I had some kind of flashback of some younger man talking to Mike and leaving as he went in but it wasn't the passport courier the other night because he didn't come into the house.  He stayed at the door.

There is not one single man that I was with that I would ever trust.  That doesn't mean I'm interested in women, because I'm not.  What it means, is that this country premeditated setting me up with U.S. fed after federal employee and they all knew eachother.  Every single one of them.  Mike was a set up too.  For one thing, why did he think it was funny, for all his friends in the balcony, to get down to my belly button level and get up close to it, when he had government information about what was done to me there.  Also, he knew I might comment on what he wearing or notice, because he wore what he chose to wear on purpose.  They wanted me to think it was my idea and it wasn't.  It was a govenrment set-up.

Erica Ballinger Yuille, now wasn't that EBY?

Erica pretended like they didn't know eachother.  He was dressed in a robe like Robin Bechtold had, in same slippers.  Even though Erica made a show of wanting me to go back with her, that's not how she was acting inside.  She was coming onto me, and talking to me like a lesbian.  She knew it would have potentially freaked me out, for her to suddenly do this.

Notice Middletons license plate to her wedding getaway car?  EBY.  It's SOOOooo EBY.  Give me an "E".  Ecstasy!  Give me a "B".  "Benedryl!"  Give me a Y!  "Metal Stent!"  Yaaaayyyyy.  Or, hahaha, how about some "torture" every "Yuille" tide?  Even better.

Erica, the Minnie "Forsyth" Driver of "steely" Kate's soon notorious infamy. 

Erica bought a new house with her Mom after this occasion, and after she queried me about whether I knew who her Dad was or not, she felt confident enough to say she was now, after a decade of getting into my business, never going to speak to me again.  Janet Bechtold loved her.  Erica asked Robin to prom one year and they were friends.  Mike was dressed like Robin, except he also had a pipe, and Eric Lund's Dad smoked a pipe.  I had had some idea once, when working for the Rose family, that when I drove past the director's house, who wrote "Good Will Hunting", I always pictured the director in a similiar robe with a pipe and told Erica about that too, but Mike was wearing a robe the same color as Robin's, same slippers, and the difference was that his robe matched one of Robin's paisley print shirts.  Mike, down at my belly button level. How fucking Middleton.

US Steel in Canada includes a major Canadian branch in Hamilton, Canada.  It's called the "Gore" district.  People involved in owning parts of that company and being involved include the families of Forsyth (Scotland, Montreal), Robinson, Cartwright, Hamilton, Durand, Gamble, Simcoe, and Foley.  That's just a few of the names.

Recently in Oregon there was a shooter at Clackamas Mall, where I went with Erica Ballinger once.  He killed Cindy Ann Yuille (CAY) and Steven Mathew Forsyth (SMF).  I don't know why that is suddenly hilarious, but why kill a smurf?  Or a smith.

So this "minnie" driver of the "mickey" mouse case is Erica Ballinger Yuille.  When I say she suddenly came onto me, she waited until we were at this club, to try to rub her body against mine and I danced a little, like friends, but then she said, with a flirting look, "I like girls" and "I like to dance with girls" and tried to be sexual with me, after Mike was there.  She didn't act that way or say anything until after he was "engaged" so to speak, and I was the victim.

After she took off in her car, after he act of pretense, a little white rabbit kind of hatchback car, the next person I was set up to be raped by, drove the same brand of hatchback and was a Jew, Jonathan, who was Helen's brother.  He got a new car out of it and then it was Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza, joking about how "smooth" my arms were.

All of this was premeditated and planned out by men and women, and it was done after I tried to report being raped by Robin Bechtold (Catholic) and Josh Gatov (Jew) and who knows if even Brian was involved in the FBI even if he did not rape me.  I reported it to Det. Grose and the next thing was setting me up, through Christa Schneider initially, to be raped by more people, maybe to get revenge or to try to make me look bad instead of them, or trash my reputation when I had a defamation lawsuit pending.  I mean, I guess their idea was to set me up, pass me around by rape, and then try to claim I was the type of person who had one-night stands.  That way, Amy Roe and the FBI didn't look so bad, lying about my character.  It minimized my case of rape by Bechtold and Gatov, who were both federal employees.   Also, Robin knew Mike Nichols, who had tried to kill me in 1995.  Also, it was a way to degrade me deliberately, knowing I was tortured as a kid.

The last time I checked, that bank is connected somehow to Hilton, but maybe I'm wrong about the Hilton contact for that bank specifically.  The Commercial Bank of the Midlands is another bank with an interesting history.  That one will take you all the way back to Syracuse, "cough, cough".  You can go ahead and put a bright thumbtack for Del Balzo, Tancer, and Hamilton Steel.  It's where our Iron and Steel meet up with Halifax and ...

I've found a few connections to the "Coughlin" family.  Mary Coughlin is the one who drove me and my son to one doctor appointment and stole my appointment card.  Her husbands name is Crestin.  Coughlins are mostly Catholic, and they are in Wenatchee, Spokane, working for the U.S. Navy (Cmdr Mike Coughlin, Olympia, WA for Bangor, WA), working as coaches for Syracuse in Buffalo, NY, and have a history of writing about intelligence matters.  Snitches bascially, and potentially, the kind of snitches that just lie for political favors.

Also, our lovely "cough"lins are familiar with the Navy Processing Facility on Whidbey Island.   Which is really quite fascinating when you have Coughlins in the U.S. Navy stationed in Olympia, WA currently; Coughlins living on Whidbey Island who are Roman Catholic and work as seamstresses (like my neighbor Mary Coughlin); and Coughlins who have a relative named Paul, whose papers are found archived at the University of Washington, about communism and McCarthyism; and The New York Giants coach who lives in Park Ridge, New Jersey and is friends with George Bush, and all of a sudden, I'm looking at "Mary Coughlin" who was stealing my appointment information, as a Michelle Erickson accomplice for deliberately lying and obstructing justice with regard to my son Oliver.  Michelle Erickson is as connected to the U.S. Navy as Mary Coughlin and Middleton.

All that I have to do with that, is show how "Adam" from Lewis & Clark, knew Heinz who went to Lewis & Clark.  Connect the dots. 

Adams family, his Dad, is U.S. Navy intelligence in San Diego, CA.  "Harper".  Harper is a great fit for both Navy and Hamilton Steel in Canada.

Oh hello again Coughlin.  Ms. Walker?  How nice of you to dispose of my son to the likes of Theo Keyes and Michelle Erickson and Katetrid.  Was Erica Ballinger also called in to torture my son?

I have a question.  Is it Laura Laughin, or Laura McLaughlin?  Something tells me someone in her family chose to drop the "Mc" for a reason.

I am rambling because I'm finding new information.  For example, Alan L. Yuille!  I looked him up because I was trying to find photos of the teacher I had in high school, Mike Yuille, who taught Psychology (which I never wanted to take) and A.P. History.  He had a crush on Amy Nelson, who ended up being the one to sleep with Robin Bechtold.  She actually told me about "sizes" of male parts once, and told me Robin's was "average".  I had always thought, in high school, that Mr. Yuille maybe slept with her or tried to.  He did not have just a passing interest in her; he was in love with her.  I believed she worked as a Teacher's Assistant for him too, for Psychology.  No one lit his face up like Amy.  He stared at no one the way he stared at Amy.  He was in LUV with Amy.  Janet Bechtold liked Amy too.

So this Alan L. Yuille works at UCLA and went to college at University of Cambridge.  He has a diagram up on his site that features a drawing of a purple horse, like my son used to refer to when he was showing me how someone was hypnotizing him.  Alan also specializes in "vision" optics work, and works with Koreans or taught in Korea, something about Korea.  He studied with Stephen Hawkings, and oh, he looks just like the Adam that worked at Lewis & Clark Law Library.  He's collaborated with scientists who were involved in torture of children at McGill University in Canada.

I sent him an email and asked if he was any relation to Mike Yuille from Sherwood High School.  I'll let you know if he replies.

;)  Cheers!  Oh toodles, cheers!!!  (duchess of cambridge, proud sponsor of cancer for children)

I cannot find anything about Mike Yuille.  He was supposedly a former U.S. military person I know that much.  I think it was Marines, but possibly U.S. Navy.  He was very interested in psychology and history and he didn't live in Sherwood, but outside of Sherwood--he commuted over a half hour each day to school.  I thought he was having a student-professor affair with Amy and told some student so.  I didn't accuse him, I just thought it was maybe possible because of how interested and flirtaceous they were with eachother.  It was Reese Witherspoon in that movie about the girl who gets what she wants with an affair from the teacher.  Well, Amy seemed nice enough to me, but she was the one who decided to sleep with Robin.  It was played off to me like he had told her he didn't love her and she slapped him.  Who knows.  I have no idea how she decided Robin's "part" was "average".

Here is Katie Middleton's favorite song, with herself as the star:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiYF7pUPuFs

Why don't you dance bitch.

Here's what Anne Crane is interested in:

 

Dissection

(by Alan L. Yuille)

 

The "Lennox" family, by the way, is living in Canada, in the "Gore" district.  They are connected to US Steel.

 

The song "No More I Love Yous" is one that Christa Schneider loved.  She loved everything by Annie Lennox and went to her concerts and played her music all the time, beginning in late 2004.

 

 

Scars On My Arms, SLC Roads, and Comparison "I Love Yous" for Assassination Attempts

I saw this photo on my toshiba start-up page with a woman that has purses lined up on her arms, in rows, and I wanted to clarify, that in case someone wondered if what I was seeing was just impressions from weight of something, or having my arms rest against a material or object, that is not the case.

I was not tracing imprints of temporary lines caused by pressure from material of my shirt, or lying asleep too long and waking with the sheet print on my face & arms, nor was I counting places where my arm naturally creases and there are natural lines from the crease.

What I did notice, is that in some of the places where there is a natural crease, where most people might have one, if they bend their arm or whatever, there are a few places where scars were cut into those creases.

I think this was with the idea and hope that they wouldn't be noticed later.  I found a few where there was a noticeable scar from a cut, and along a natural crease, and yet you can see where the cut is and then where it stops and where the rest of it is normal, natural line.

As I said, most of my scars can't be seen under regular store lighting, I guess unless you looked really close and knew what you were looking for.  They do not 'stand out' at all.  They are very old scars and they are there.  For example, I can see one of my scars, along my thumb, with a quick glance, in a store, and to prove I'm not delusional, there is a store employee at Farrs who has a similiar scar on his right hand thumb and it is also older.  It's a straight thin line from the pad of his hand were the thumb is, like mine.  He had other scars too, and I don't know what all of them are from, but I could see them.

There is nothing wrong with my ability to know whether I actually have "scars" or not.

My arms were slashed up, and all the way around. 

I don't have scars like this woman-lawyer I used to work with at The Post Pub, who had visible deep and thicker scarring up and down her arms.  I mean, how funny it must have been for all these people to have known I had the same thing done, but it wasn't self-inflicted, and it was harder to see.  I was suddenly meeting all of these "cutters" and wondering about it and there I was, all along, a victim of mass U.S.-Canadian-UK ritual torture.

If Diana is really dead, and she was collecting evidence against governments that tortured people, she either thought it was a joke and had a sadistic inside rapport about it, or she was actually trying to get information out that people killed over.  I had no interest in her, even when she died, at that time, but other adults thought I might or that she had an interest in me, or they wouldn't have done the things they did.  No one would have been quizzing me about how I felt about her, or having me work for the "Wilson" connection, or setting out large Princess Diana books on coffee tables in front of me, for me to notice when I arrived for a pre-scheduled appointment. 

Probably, no one would have been trying to get photos of my private photos either, or having military take an interest in getting into my house and living there, and a nurse-in-training named "Jan" who had ulterior motives.  So if I had no interest in her, why would all of these things happen to me after her crash unless some intelligence group she had an interest in me.

No one was robbing Katie Middleton were they.  Of course not scheister, of course not.  Or holding a "hostage scenario" to allow professional forensic photographers into my house to take pictures of my personal photos or black and white outfits we were told to put on.

Is this "William" out of his mind?

He married a traitor.  Was Diana encouraging him to notice Katie Middleton in 1992?  because where I was, even though I didn't notice or realize it then, I can look back now and say, yes, the U.S. was encouraging and planning something.  The only thing was, how to get his mother out of the way so there wasn't an obstacle to his becoming acquainted with them to begin with.

What if it really had nothing to do with Prince Charles because Camilla was a foregone conclusion, and that it had more to do with getting that "dossier of names" out of the way to insert Katie into a position the U.S. and some in UK and Canada knew was impossible without some "extra help".  If she had any contact, in her write-ups, whatever, that led to Middleton, where she disapproved, there was "no hope". 

Was it Katie Middleton, afterall, who was on her hands and knees picking out staples from a hardwood floor, as Diana then ordered her rugs to be taken up and searched underneath for "bugs".  Come to find out, I have little scars, some of them the size of staples, where the U.S. might have inserted "bugs".

Not that Diana had me in mind with the idea of marrying someone, but maybe she knew I had been a victim of aggregious torture and was putting a list together.  She either knew about me and wanted to expose it, or she was trying to rub it in to someone and making a joke out of it.  It's one or the other.  She wouldn't have gone out to do "Halo Trust" after my car was hijacked, and I was talked about having a halo to hold my broken neck, if she didn't know me.  She did several things, that touched on big events in my life, and the only reason to use her public position to draw attention to it, was either as a joke or to expose something.

If someone thought she cared about me, or had taken any interest, they might have though I knew or cared about her, and I was pretty much oblivious. 

Anyone who thought her kids might wonder, would either spin it to look like she actually hated my family or something about one of us, and as if we were enemies, or they'd worry about what effect my opinions and discoveries might have on someone.  If she trusted me, or thought someone should, that is dangerous, possibly, for a group that is torturing and murdering innocent people.  Which is why some of them would want to see if they could kill me first, or after, or discredit me or have me go away quietly and disappear into a marriage and kids at a young age.  I didn't disappear into a marriage and kids at a young age, and I was already proving myself to be holding out against MKUltra incentives for others to "deflower" me.  They did not like being turned down, and maybe someone worried about why I had sat on my hands the entire time I was at a "laser light" show with Bryan Parker in a round room.  Maybe that was Vaughn.

I didn't like having anyone touch my hands unless I extended it myself for a handshake, later.  In general, having someone try to take my hand was threatening.  Oh, I wonder why.

And now Patty Otterbach is here, and she has tortured my mother and took her to Dr. Jane Birchard's offices to be tortured.  Patty works for Middleton.

Here's another thing, after the first assassination attempt against me, my mother sent me a heart shaped cookie with I "I Love You Cameo" on it, for Valentines Day, in a pale pink color like one of Robin Bechtolds pink shirts.  After the 2nd assassination attempt against me, my Dad wrote "We Love You Cameo" behind my head on a readerboard and took a photo of me with that behind me, and them on either side.

Robin Bechtold always sat next to me for lunch at school, and when he later saw the photo from the hospital, he gritted his jaw together and wasn't happy to see the writing on the wall.

I wondered why my mother had sent this because no other time in my life did she send something like that to me, not even for Valentine's Day.  She also painted it pink, which was not a color I wore, except for later I had a dress in a pink shade with flowers on it.  Robin had a pink shirt and I never liked it and he was the only guy there that wore pink.  Over a year later, when I went with a woman named "Kelly" who knew Shannon Adams' family, to the military recruiting offices, I wore my only pink article of clothing, that dress.  I didn't plan it, I just did.  It was also not like my parents to write "We Love You" on the board behind me when they could say it to me.  It's something they'd write in a card, and not elsewhere, ever.  The two exceptions were after both assassination attempts against me that were connected by the same people.

Tony Roos, Robin Bechtold, Mike Nichols, ...Robin was FBI and Mike's family was.  Also, I associated pink with Stephanie Maiers because that was her "trademark color".   When we left Moses Lake, Barbara Maiers stopped at my house, got the kids out of the car, and had a photo taken of herself and her kids on either side of me.  It was the only time I had a photo of all of them and it was after her van was going down a bank into a ditch of snow.

Tony Roos went on to U.S. Army and in the second assassination attempt, I was taken to a V.A. military hospital in SLC.  Very slick roads apparently Big Buddies.  Very SLC.

Wow.  SLC roads in Sherwood, my goodness, and SLC roads in Moses Lake darnit, and ever so SLC in Nevada.  Yes, lets send her to ....teeee heee heee!  SLC.

Oh Katie, lets sing about her face being a "map of the world!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AEoUa0Hlso

Come on KT, DANCE with me.

Suddenly we see your family for the shits they are.

This is a song put out by "KT Tunstall" in 2006.

I mean, is this great or what.  Right out of the "precious heart" of Scotland.  Katie Middletons Muckerfuckers.

Think about it William.  Why the "hell" do you think your mother got rid of the Scotland Yard.  Oh yeah, she really loved the Middletons.  Part of C-Iyeah-Ayeah.  She says her "earliest memories are Californian" because she went with her Dad there when he took a sabbatical at UCLA in 1979.

This is why Canadians were freaking out when I sang one of her songs at an open mic.  It scared the fucking shit out of them.  How many times was I interrogated about "Why did you choose to sing that song?"  There were Irish there too.  And some fucking C-Iyeah-Ayeah.

Oh.  How sad that KT's Dad died in 2011.  My sincere sympathies.  What a loss to the physics realm.

I Was Electrocuted As A Kid (Canada and U.S.)

I was electrocuted as a kid and I believe it involved a hospital or medical setting and electrodes.  I have scars on my body to prove it, in places where I've never been injured in any other accident.

We went to Canada a lot when I was a kid.  We did not just take the Ferry to Victoria one time.  We went lots of times.  And we also drove into Canada by crossing a border, into Vancouver, B.C. when I was a kid and I remember going in and I don't remember going out.

My Mom was saying this morning,"I don't think you ever went to Canada as a kid" and I said "Yes I did, I remember."  I've always remembered.  She said, "Okay, maybe one time time we took the Ferry."  I said, "No, it's was lots of times.  I remember."  I also remember driving over the border to Canada with my parents, in an older stationwagon, and being asked to give them fruit as we left the U.S. and I never remembered coming back from Canada.  I only remembered going over there.

My Mom said if we went there, it was "for vacation" but no, we never had "vacations" there.  At first my Mom was saying she and my Dad went over there without me,  but they didn't take me.  This comment is most likely to conceal a record for Canada that if there are any records of entrance into Canada, because I was a child being trafficked between the U.S. and Canada to be tortured.

When Canada later tried to make me look bad, and refused to let me see a doctor when I asked for one in jail, after they arrested me on false charges, they said, "You can't see a doctor.  Only Canadian citizens get to see doctors."  In a prior visit, the immigration officer asked me, "Are you an American citizen?"

If only Canadian "citizens" get to see doctors in Canada, then why did Canadian doctors torture me?

Canada and the U.S. committed conspiracy against me and my son in an effort to conceal crimes against humanity throught their ongoing MKUltra program.

I know Wenatchee knows I was electrocuted too. 

I know what happened to me with electrocution occured in a hospital setting or with probes or electrodes attached, because of a reaction I had that was triggered by a nurse at the Central Washington Hospital.  I was there for overdose of aspirin, and while I was throwing up, they had me hooked up a bunch of IVs connected to my wrist.  This woman came in and got out a "box" from the cupboard and then looked over at me and smirked, and I panicked.  When she left I tried to pull out anything I was connected to, that was a wire going to my wrists, and I tried to leave and they blocked the door.  I said, "I feel better now" as my reason for wanting to go.

She deliberately triggered a traumatic reaction with inside knowledge that I had been electrocuted as a kid.  At that time, I didn't know about it.  I only knew I had a reaction because of it and now I know why.  I also know that if I reacted this way, it could have given some the idea that I did remember.  It is also possible then, that there was a woman involved in electrocuting me.

So after triggering my memory about being electrocuted, instead of torturing me with migraine all the time, next they were electrifying and torturing me and my son by distance energy weaponry that the military uses.  The other thing they did, to try to discredit me, was to lie in that visit, after I had tried to leave, and claim I was positive for THC (marijuana) when I never smoked it, used it, or was around it.  I had seen it one time in my life, by my age at that time, which was 31, and it was in Portland, Oregon at an 'after-party' and I didn't try it or want to. 

The FBI was already lying about me and those who had tortured me, were behind it.

It also means if I have an identical twin (which I probably don't), they were moving me and the twin around so they could cut up my arms and torture me, before they thought we would be old enough to remember.  At some point, they'd have to quit cutting me and release me, if I was getting older, and keep me in one place.  Before that, they could cut me up and then use the other twin as a front for my looking normal and not being cut.  I don't really think this is likely, but it's possible, and the other options otherwise would have been to cut me in the Fall and Winter when I wore long sleeves, and then use medical ointments, band-aids and things for quicker healing until the next cutting session.  It would have been done mostly before age 4 and with a few "follow up" appointments to Canada and abusers in the U.S. after age 4. 

When I was little, we went to Canada more than we ever took "vacation" or went to the beach in Oregon.  It was Canada that we took out-of-area trips to.  Oregon beach trips came up later, after we weren't driving or taking a Ferry to Canada all the time. 

What trafficking me to Canada would mean, is that the U.S. felt "uncomfortable" electrocuting their citizens on their own soil.  They might have done some things in the U.S. too, I already know, but just as they have torture camps occuring outside of the U.S., for "terrorists", the U.S. had torture clinics for citizens that were kids and they moved them to Canada for some of the work.  That way, when I was later "fleeing" the U.S., the U.S. and Canada already had premeditated everything.  The U.S. had Canada blackmailed for participation in electrocuting and torturing me, and Canada had blackmail on the U.S. for microwave and torturing both me and my son in the U.S. through military long-range weapons.

This also means some of the rape against me as a child, was possibly by both Canadians and U.S. officers.  Which would mean later the U.S. would have no problem using assistance from Canadian men and women, to have this cycle repeated against me when I was an adult.

Canada's entire healthcare system is connected to their federal government.  Victoria, B.C. is listed as one place where MKUltra experimentation and torture occured.  Vancouver, B.C. is also listed.

The Cameron (Ewan) facility, which is in Quebec, Montreal, is where Karine is from and this is where the infamous Allan Institute is located, where a lawsuit was brought by kids alleging electrocution sponsored by the U.S. CIA.  The CIA paid Canada to torture me.  So this Allan Institute is connected to McGill Hospital which also has a "Ross Pavilion" that is built across a large shelf of rock.

Of course Katie went to St. Andrews, because afterall, she had some Scots to thank for electrocuting me.  Her parents and she certaintly did.  Another hospital was also built in Victoria, one year after her birth, called the "Victoria General Hospital".  The one existing prior to this was The Royal Victoria Hospital.  It is refered to as the Royal "Jubilee" Hospital after Queen Victoria and is part of the same hospital system that McGill is part of. 

Canada and the U.S. would want someone like Mike Nichols to kill me, and for others to try assassination attempts against me, with this excuse.  They could have a motive of religious hate, and still attempt to use "national security" or "cover up" as a justification for trying to kill me.

These individuals have also been given access, through Canadian and U.S. government, to how to traumatize me by giving information about "programming" triggers used against me when I was a child. 

We even had photos of me being held by my Dad on a Ferry, when I was a toddler, and they are gone, and there were other photos when I was older, that are gone.  There are also no photos of me from age 1 1/2-4 except for 1 when I was 2 years old, and a couple when I was older.

Alvaro wanted a photo that showed me smiling with a red mark near my face, but not anything of me with tears in my eyes.  There is very strong motive to suggest he was involved with Canada as much as the U.S.

Of course I was drugged and medicated by him and at The Post Pub.  What do you think these people have been getting away with, my entire life?  They have constructed the same thing for my son Oliver and no one has done anything about it.  The U.S. and Canada just roll their locomotive right over laws and citizen's rights, and have absolute disregard for national self-respect.

Because my son and I were tortured in Canada, as well as the U.S., we have claims against the Canadian government, the U.S. government, and The Crown.

This is one link about one of the projects from MKUltra but it wasn't confined to that hospital alone.  Also, it wasn't all done with the eyes covered.  People were forced to watch until they passed out:
http://www.mcgilldaily.com/2012/09/mk-ultraviolence/

Also, the lawyer Alan Stein, is presumably Jewish, and he has refused to contact me, or respond, which seems odd if he's taken cases like this before.  It would lend credence to the fact some Jews participated in this program and I have been discriminated against because of it.  Afterall, Josh Gatov was a Jew who got information about my childhood programming and used it to facilitate raping me.  He would not have wanted to select a knife in my presence, on that night, if he had not had motive.  He then took me to see a movie "Clockwork Orange". 

He actually had 2 knives.  He had a pocketknife on him, and showed this to me when he said go with him because he wanted to get something to eat and a "better knife".  Then at the store he selected a larger but still sharp knife, and looked at the blade, from side to side, and touched the tip to feel how sharp, and spent a long time over the knife selection.  His pocketknife was in his pants pocket or on him when he showed it to me, and then he went out and bought another knife, and then he raped me.

This is how I reported it, I was a virgin when it occured, and I was not drunk.  It had nothing to do with being over-intoxicated.  He had a knife, it was on him at the time, he forcibly held me down, got mean and threatened me, and raped me.  He made it known the entire time that the knife was available.

So he used a knife as a weapon for intimidation and he also used selection of a second one as a way to make sure I had knives in my mind when he threatened me, so  he could rape me.

The FBI covered it up, and used Detective Brian Gross to do that for them.  Also, it was Detective Brian Grose who wanted to suggest I was drunk when I was not.  I had very little to drink and I wasn't "incapacitated". 

If you watch the movie 172 Hours, you can see how the British got their inspiration.

Maiers, FBI, and Torture As A Child

One of the men whose photo I found, with a pocket design like one of the scars on my body, is named James (Jim) Paul.

James' Dad was Henry Paul, who was from Bangor, Maine.  The U.S. Air Force's largest European-shared air base (aside from Pangborn, Moses Lake, Washington) is there.  It is called "Dow".   Bangor is so connected to Halifax, Canada, by a bridge there, that if anything happens to Bangor, it affects Canada's commerce and trade.

Mike Middleton's Dad worked on the Canada side, with Canadians and U.S. military, training pilots.  Someone who knew James Paul then, would have have known about his Dad's connections, especially if they were a "Mason".

Henry Paul was a member of the Masonic Temple, as are The Maiers Family.  Drew Ecklund is connected to Maiers by logging business and going to the same church as James Paul, (Grace Harvest) and also by Stephanie's marriage to an Australian, Campbell.

One of the last things I ever saw at the Maiers house, as a kid, before they did some remodeling, was a camera that showed slides.  Not a Panasonic, but the other kind, where photos are taken and included onto a slide.  They had left me alone to read in this room once and then when I found the camera and was looking at things, someone rushed in and made me go out.  They had a secret room there, basically, but it wasn't there when I later visited with a friend, after I was out of high school.  It is where I first saw the book, a paperback, by Penguin Press, entitled, "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham. 

I also know the Springers family took a lot of photos of me with a Panasonic Polaroid. I don't know how you abbreviate it?  PP?  They were not the only people taking polaroids of me.  My parents didn't own a polaroid or ever take photos with them and they had an aversion to them that I didn't understand.  I wanted to get one, when I was a kid, because the Springers had one, and my parents looked disgusted by the idea and said no.

The FBI are intertwined with all of it, so torture of me later, was nothing to them.  They had been involved in torture of me as a baby.  It has been no big deal to them, to torture me again.  Middletons were connected to the Maiers before Karine from Canada ever moved next door.  Karines Dad started working for the FBI (or her husband in New York did) and his relative was Dick Whittemore, who worked against me in court and facilitated torture of me again, which was a direct favor to Middleton.  However, it wasn't only in 2001 that Whittemore was working favors, it was back to 1994, after I had worked for Brian and Lisa Thebault.

It's possible, that being French, Brian had a connection to the Middletons through the French-acquainted side, and that from there, the Thebault-Bailey connection at Bullivant Houser Bailey law firm, kicked into play upon my return from the East Coast.

Somehow, someone from Kid Gloves Nannies, "Joan" (Jewish woman I believe) set me up with working for the Thebaults.  There are some Jews who have worked for The Maiers.

I would personally like to know if someone like "Lila Rose" who I saw on the Mike Huckabee show today, who was out of Washington D.C., knows a Jewish man by the name of Daniel.  Because as she sat there talking about how she was against abortion and what a bad thing it was, and then even went so far as to say some people made it look like they weren't criminals by trying to pretend they are on the side of children, it came to my mind that she possibly knew Daniel.

Daniel, the Israeli, and my Muslim Morrocan housemate in Arlington, VA had a "mock fight" which I had thought was staged between them to have me think they weren't actually working together.  And after I met up with Daniel for a second time, I was then being tortured, along with my unborn baby, at that apartment complex.  Later, my unborn was murdered.

How many times have I been told, by Jewish, "The Israelis (or Mossad) have the best intelligence in the world."  If that's so, which one of them stood up for me and exposed my being cut up and raped.  And electrocuted by the way, because it looks to me like I was electrocuted as a kid too, and that's before the gang rape later and electrocuted by military technology later as an adult.

Also, it sounds weird, but possibly Barbara Maiers was a spy of some kind.  Either she was screaming about kids putting their clothes on and for me to put my pants on because of something that was happening to kids around her, or she had overheard something that happened at my parents house and she'd have no way of knowing unless our house was tapped and they had access to it.  If the latter is the case, who then was she saying this out loud for?  the kids? or was she trying to alert another group that she already knew could listen in and had audio because either the van or one of the kids (me?) was bugged.

I think, in her excited state, it was an utterance and flashback to what she'd seen herself, but if not, she was imitating something, a phrase, connected to another person  (the only person I'd ever heard say the same thing was my Mom, to me, Summer, and her brother, or my Grandpa to me and my cousin Rory when we were about 4 and 5 years old), to communicate that to someone she knew was listening.

But also, if she was using an expression that was used by someone connected to me, out loud, when driving off the road into the snow, and if she knew someone could pick it up, and it wasn't the van....if it was me that was "bugged", then she might have known where some of the cutting came from.  Which would basically make me a "mule" for the U.S. government. 

Back to Bangor, Maine, which is where James Paul's Dad is from, I wonder if they had family back there and visited.  His Dad was only in the Washington area for about 29 years.  The rest of his life, with his wife Evelyn, was next to the Air Force Base.  So he moved from one major military airport to another one.  It was most likely a job transfer.

So when I try to think about who was involved in biting off my belly button, when I was a baby-toddler, I think it's strange that Nob Hill in Seattle, WA is named after Bangor area, and that Bangor has a statue of "Hannibal" in their town.

Take a bite out of a belly button.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJO5HU_7_1w

Oh yeah, then lets get our daughter Katie Fallon, to play "Airplane" for Cameo at her house.
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I saw my Dad's legs tonight, bc he wore shorts, and he has scars all over but most are erased.  He still has some kind of residue on his knees where he was forced to be on them, for hours, in torture, with the Red Cross around for some reason, after I contacted the UN and said something about the possibility of Katie Middleton having a gestational surrogate in the U.S. 

Electrocuted As A Kid (photos) :Mike Middleton: like father, like daughter

I am also finding that while I have chicken pox scars, there are other "round impressions" that are not as irregular as the chicken pox scars.

It looks like the same shape that intelligence committies were "joking" about as they refered to a "hockey puck" in 2009-2010.

What it looks like, is evidence that impressions were left by nodes or electrodes that were placed on my skin to electrocute me.

The chicken pox scars are sort of round, but they are irregular round shapes or ovals, or all different.  The "electrode" shapes are perfectly round all the way around.

I have one that I traced out, on the outside of my right arm and I have another one, exactly like it, on the reverse side of my arm, same distance up from my wrist, on the inside of my arm.

This also explains why my mother freaked out, and started shaking, when she saw some "salt & pepper" shakers I had brought home from the thrift store a few days ago.  They are 2 solid metal looking "bolts" with round tops.

They have to be cleaned up. I got them "as is".  Basically, they look like the bolts that stuck out of the sides of Frankenstein's head.  I still remember my classmates and comments made to me when this book was made assigned reading in 12th grade.  I remember Robin.  I also remember that another name I was being given besides "Rosie Palmer" was "Shelley" when we were reading this.  Some of those kids at that high school, were government kids who already knew things about me I didn't even know.

I had some kind of round electrode placed on my body, aside from being carved up and cut into, and I had some kind of a rectangular plate applied or possibly inserted at one time, to the inside upper arm of my left arm.

So now, this puts a whole new meaning onto my Dad's rhyme of "bees around the barn, with a basket on their arm, go bzzzzz....sting!" and then he'd poke a finger into my arm or rib or another part of my body.

I know someone then tortured my son to mock this somehow, because I played this with my son at a CPS visit and  Anne Crane documented it in her notes.  The next time I saw my son, to play it again, he was traumatized and afraid of the "sting" or my action of pretending to do this, like someone had actually severely harmed him and tortured him.

Anne Crane is a criminal and she is guilty of collusion to traffik a child for purposes of torture and sexual exploitation.  She was involved, and she knew Alvaro.

This means the U.S. CIA & U.S. Army branch of MKUltra committed the exact same crimes that Canadian branches did.  A lawsuit was filed successfully against the CIA by 8 Canadians who were electrocuted at The Allan Memorial in Canada.

This cover up, is part of the reason assassination attempts were being made against me.  Tony Roos with one of them and Canadian-born Mike Nichols (parents were FBI) on another one.

I think the U.S. saw that the electrodes left marks and they slashed over and across some of the marks to hide them because they looked conspicuous. Getting chicken pox was also a way to cover for them but mostly I didn't get scars because I was told not to scratch and had socks on my hands. Some of the marks are definitely not chicken pox.

I have decided to trace them because the ones that look like electrode marks are all the same exact size.  I have found 3 on the outside of my left arm, 3 on the inside of my left arm; 2 on the outside of my right arm, 2 on the inside of my right arm.  I have found one on the top of my both of my feet in the approximately same location. 

See the other photos of cut scar tracings to see where they fit in.  I have to take a shower, and then at some point I'll retrace all of it together.  I also noticed there are more lines going in bracelets, higher up my arm than I traced, almost to my elbow.

I think my Grandpa Garrett and Belinda, at their wedding, had her wearing bracelets up on her arms that high for a reason.  It was to show how far up and how many cut wounds had been made into my body, and then they had their wedding on Halloween.  I was the pumpkin, carved by Jack, into a Jack-O-Lantern basically.  The United States and Union Jack. I have a few above the elbow too, on my upper arm, "bracelets" or slashes.

My skin color and size of arms is the same, it's just the way the photo turned out.  On the left of screen there is a dot at wrist and then looking down and around to the side, another, and then on the other side, same thing.  If they look different sizes, they're not.  They are all the same.  These go halfway up my arm for either side, between my wrist to halfway up my arm.  On my feet they are on the tops of my feet. 

 

I found another for the outside of my right arm and lined them up for you.

 

All of them are round and same size.  I looked up chicken pox and these are larger than chicken pox.  It said chicken pox is between 5 mm and 10 mm, the size of a round pencil eraser, and these are a little closer to the size of a dime.  They are about the size of the top part of the salt and pepper shakers I just got and I'll show you a comparison with this and  a pencil eraser:

 

 

They are a little smaller than dime size.  If I include the outline around the top of the shaker here, it would be dime size, so the top inside circle perimeter is closer to what size these scars are.

 

On my temples, on either side, there is a round mark the same size, and I also have small rectangle scars.  The one inside the circle mark on my left temple is standing up, and vertical, like | and the one on my right temple, inside the circle, is horizontal like __.  So they are two rectangular scars that are on my temples inside of circle marks.  About as long as the top of staples but wider than some of the thinner cut scars I've seen.  So if we combine the left and rt lines on my temples, we get L.

 

I would like to know why Kate Middleton's wedding getaway car had an "L" featured in the front. 

It wasn't for love, that's for sure.  Maybe it's for Mid-L-Ton.  Or, I guess it could be the exact middle of MKUltra  MKU-L-TRA.  No wonder Will Wagler used to tell me I had "Loser" on my forehead.  Will Wagler used to put this "L" shape on his forehead with his fingers, like holding a gun, with pointer finger up and thumb across and say, "Loser".  I was thinking of videotaping it but the last time I was trying to use it, it was being hacked somehow, from a remote distance and I couldn't get the images so I might have to have a camera.

 

Well, I had it scarred into my temples as a victim this country hasn't compensated yet.  And will, if they want to survive as a country.  God does not honor those who steal from children, and torture and rape them, and refuse to pay them compensation.

 

I was electrocuted.

 

I'm told some of the electrocution was done in Canada.  This may be why my family drove back and forth between the U.S. and Canada when I was younger.  All of the references to who was involved at that time, are pointing to someone named "Mike".  I believe it has to do with Mike Middleton.

 

His entire family is criminal and corrupt.  Other individuals involved may have been promoting him but a few might be too young to have been on-site when these things were done to me, so they would be protege-types, who wanted to encourage what he'd done.  I saw the movie 172 Hours and the entire thing is not just about a guy cutting his arm off, it shows exact marks that were made into MY arm.  This movie was made by a bunch of England-British men and a Jewish man from Ecquador (Enrique Chediak).  This movie, while trying to show one thing on the surface, celebrates rape and torture of me.  It shows a man like Josh Gatov, selecting a knife, and then cutting scenes that, in this movie, are exact cuts made into my skin as a toddler.  I also have evidence of electrocution.

 

I just checked my temples, on the sides of my head, for the first time, looking for any evidence of marks there, because I haven't thought of it until now, and yes, I have a mark on either side, on my temples.  So I also had something, an electrode of some kind, put on either side of my head.

 

I have not had any surgery or injury there since kindergarten, so it is more evidence of electrocution.  They are also the same size as the dots on my arms.  There is just one at the left temple, and one on my right temple.  In the exact same spots.  

 

So when I was wearing a polka-dotted dress for class photos in kindergarten, it was with the idea that this is evidence and here is an idea of what happened.  Probably someone was severely punished for letting me wear that dress, or another group thought it was hilarious, because they've gotten away with murder, rape, and torture, up until 2013.

 

They even got Kate Middleton pregnant with a public baby before anyone figured it out.  Which now doesn't make the English Royal family look very good anymore, at least for whoever might be connected.  James Cartright, who works for the Pentagon, must have decided to do favors for Middleton, who worked with U.S. Army in Jordan.  When Kate was inserted into the CIA, she became a conflict of national interest. 

 

My mother told me herself, Kate Middleton is the person who slashed her face.  My mother had no reason to lie to me about it.  So if Kate Middleton cut my mother's face, then she was actually repeating a cycle of abuse perpetrated by her family against ours, because a lot of rumor (which sometimes points to the truth) indicates Mike Middleton was involved in the cutting of my body as a kid, and I know he is connected to assassination attempts against me in the U.S.  Tony Roos is connected to Mike Middleton by marriage.  He has relatives that are Middletons. So basically, Kate Middleton decided to take after her Dad, in a "like father, like daughter" manner, and cut my mother's face up while people were on the look-up here as she did it.  She has been to the property I now live on.  I also know Kate Middleton was directly involved in marijuana trafficking between Canada and the U.S.  This is partly what drove her to slash my mother.  It was to shut my parents up before she got married, over what they knew about her family.   She wanted to be sure my entire family was controlled in some way and either terrified into keeping their mouths shut or discredited, before she got married to ensure her position after marriage as well.

 

When I told my mother, "You could put Kate Middleton in jail in a heartbeat", my mother nodded and looked relieved because she knows it is true.  Right after that, all of a sudden Washington state decided to  pass a bill legalizing marijuana, which made the illegal trafficking Katie was deeply involved in, "legal".  She was not just dealing with marijuana, she has been dealing cocaine.  But the marijuana business, trafficked from Canada to Washington state, and to Idaho, was the easiest one for her to caught involved in.

 

I remember being cut by a man who looked like my Dad and Mike Middleton looks like my Dad.  I don't remember all of the major cutting or being electrocuted, but I remember some cuts later, and the man's face is like Mike Middleton, which is why I tried to find photos of him when he was younger, over 2 years ago, online.  I couldn't find anything--he only had photos of himself now.  He works as a hired hit man for the U.S., and I have reason to believe he took part in cutting me.  I remember a face like his and I was awake and it was done at my house once, or inside of a house.  If you look at my Dad's face and Mike Middletons hair and face, it's similiar.  Same thing with build.  I was told to hold out my arm, just one of them and my hand was held, palmside up, and a man cut into my arm or hand.  I don't remember which.  I just remember being told to hold out my hand and the cutting and it wouldn't have been my own Dad, though I remember it was a house setting that one time, I think our own house in Moses Lake, WA, on Potato Hill Road.

 

The U.S. has been using the Middletons to traffick drugs for them and employed Mike Middleton as a hired hit man, which he's been for years.  Carol has been working with CIA for years and getting her money laundered to her by the FBI.

 

They have been using criminals to torture my son Oliver as the next generation, from Canada, Mexico, and U.S. and some who are connected to the Russian mafia.  All of the gangs or mafias will work together or join together, across race and culture, if it's drugs and money.  The CIA and DEA will intervene and cover up for them.  So where the DEA usually goes after drug runners, when I started talking about Middleton, they went after me instead because they protect government hit men.

 

As far as I know, Alvaro Pardo was working for Middleton, indirectly.  I was under the impression he knew Prince Charles or William of Wales from some things he said, but whether they knew it or not, I think on the side, he was working for Middleton and they were trying to get me out of their way. I wouldn't have been introduced to someone representing for Carol Middleton if it wasn't true.  Through Alvaro I met Russians, Mexicans, Colombians, and British.  He used all of these groups, that work for Middleton, to torture my son in Wenatchee, Washington.  Alvaro was also connected to police and regular cops, because I noticed they knew about him.  It was basically like everyone was told to stand back and stay clear, and let Alvaro do whatever he wanted to do.  He was being promoted by the CIA, the Department of State, and the FBI and cops and justice people were all advised to work with him.  That is what was happening.  When I didn't marry him or get set up, I was sold, literally, back to the military, to be tortured.

 

The U.S. knew all about the Colombian woman marrying a British man, in Maryland courthouse the same day I registered for a license with Alvaro.  Her zipper was unzipped in the back because she had grown in the time it took for me to keep standing Alvaro up about it.  Her dress was designed for her pregnancy, but they thought I was going to get the license at a certain time, and something kept coming up and I got nervous and backed out.  I did this for several weeks, and every time, Alvaro had some group waiting to cheer on there, and then he was driving away, looking embarrassed.  So weeks passed, and by the time I signed it, she couldn't even zip up the back zipper to her wedding dress anymore.  It wasn't like it was on purpose.  It was "my doing".  Shame on me for delaying the British Bust.

 

Basically, she could no longer zip it up because her stomach had grown and her boobs were too big.  So then this man, who looked British and had an accent, and didn't like me, leaned over to meet me as Alvaro talked to her.  All Alvaro wanted to do was take photos of her belly.  Probably because either William of Wales or Alvaro was the actual father.  No man takes repeated photos of a pregnant woman's belly, at belly-level, right at that belly-button, unless they are the father or an agent for the father.

 

They give a drug called midazolam HCL as a sedative for electrocution work.  It's like Midazolam Middleton.

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Updated 5/10/13  Since I last wrote, I have disclosed other things which indicate some of the torture was most likely done in Victoria, B.C.  We went there by Ferry several times, and it is possible that one place of torture was the Royal Jubilee Hospital.  The Pemberton operating room was the original room until 6 additional rooms were added in 1925 I believe it was.  From what I have just read tonight, at some point it was underground somehow, or covered, because there was an "excavation" of it in 1991.  I think it is possible this was an underground site I was taken to, where I was tortured and cut.  Pem is like Penn.  It is possible one of the knives used against me was a Pem-knife and then there are some other things as well.  I have an aversion to brick, specifically in basements, and it is natural colored brick, not painted.  Red or red-brown.  At that time, the Pemberton was essentially a "basement" because it was covered up.  The other thing is that the bridge outside, near that hospital, is called the Hungerford Bridge and it has metal and contrete posts that were like the ones symbolically holding my swingset into the ground when I was a kid, possibly another indicator.  When the Pemberton Hospital was being excavated, I had assassination attempts against me.

 

The other thing I realized I've had an aversion to, noticed today (twice) is Sean Penn.  It is possible that he was introduced in some way, to mask what occured at the Pemberton.  The Pemberton is hexagonal, which is a sign for "satanism" so the idea of Seance Pem may have been close enough for some group to either associate and conceal what kinds of crimes were being committed against me when I was a baby and a toddler.  For all I know, it's both and could possibly be that I was tortured at the underground Pemberton, with a knife or knives, and/or that Sean Penn was featured in some way, in my life, as an instrument and person who tortured me.  My personal belief, is that it's both.