Josh Gatov's Attempted Murder

I have just realized Josh Gatov was not just planning to rape me.  He was planning to kill me.

I know this is true because I was reading about a man who wished he had a second knife, that he usually carried with him, and it made me think about Josh having 2 knives on him and his purchase of one of those knives, in public, when he was with me.

Then he fled to Thailand, when the other person who lived at that apartment was from Thailand.  He also didn't drive his own vehicle, using a car he said was not his.

The only reason for purchasing a second knife when he was with me in public, when he already had one on him, would be in the event he killed me and cut my throat, or my wrists, he could use the other knife that was already with him and discard it, and then he'd have the one he purchased without any blood on it.

No one simply rapes someone with 2 knives, or needs both knives on them during a rape.  What would he do?  Hold one knife in each hand?  He had 2 knives for the purpose of killing me. 

Then, when or if my body was found, who knows, because he said he was driving a borrowed car.  Then his roommate was from Thailand (I believe) or an Asian country, and he could have blamed it on him and told him to flee the country and claimed it was him while the Asian guy was glad to be back in his home country.

The Lake Oswego cops talked with him before we left the park and it was clear to me they knew who he was already.  Two cops wouldn't have to say they remembered him, and if they did, they could all claim Josh wouldn't have been the one to stab me because he bought "that" knife that night and there was no blood or forensic evidence on it...Just the DNA of a fucking apple.

This country is going down.

He forced me down when he raped me and he was going to either rape me or kill me but he wasn't going to let me live with my pristine "virginity" when the Bitch Katie Middleton was there for Mossad and the U.S. Army and intelligence to promote.  Even when I had nothing to do with her, they all thought I was a potential threat to their activities and look at me now..

I am.

I am a threat because I know too much, I lived with psychic spies, and I can name names and I haven't been blackmailed and I know exactly how some of the Department of Justice fuckers have been playing welfare Mom and Dad to Katie Middleton.  I also know which ones are connected in several deliberate attempts to murder me and also to rape me.

Because this is conspiracy to murder, and the last occasion occurred in 2009 for a hit-and-run and then even later than that for poisoning, I have a case that sweeps up FBI FUCKERS, cops, and military from the Pacific NW to Washington D.C. to Canada to Tennessee.

It means all the crimes, including the rapes AND the attempt to murder me, are all continuations of the same RICO plot to murder me.

Katie is just about done, because most of the individuals assaulting me with rape or attempted murder, have also been found to be supporting her family financially and in business with her family, not just through "Party Pieces" but the CIA, money the FBI laundered to them, and drugs. 

It is also a huge motivating factor for a fucking Jewish editor of Willamette Week to refuse to retract defamation about me in an article.  Of course he wanted it to stick, because his fellow Jew-fuck was on the loose, as a criminal, who fled via Police and FBI tip-offs, to Thailand.  It makes the Portland Jewish Community look like a bunch of fuckers, criminal ones who encouraged my being falsely accused of "diamond theft" by one of them from Helzberg Diamonds, allowed me to be tortured while in their place of business at CTR and then mocked with a woman named "Sarah" to take part of my job over, to being a victim of premeditated rape and murder.

The reason the man who broke into my house on the 4th of July asked for a kitchen knife, when he already had a gun, was to make a point about what Josh Gatov, the Jew-fuck, had plotted to do with me. Or possibly, was plotting to do with me.   He stabbed the knife, plunged it, into the doorframe of my bedroom at what was my chest level.  When he left he went back to ask for the knife back.

He was imitating what Josh Gatov's plans were, potentially, and the entire time he was saying, "I have to finish the job."  When he left who was right around the corner to pick him up?  Cops.  Of course, which is what they did when they helped out Jewish fucker Josh Gatov, who is, by the way, from Coos County.

Katie is the pinnacle of their success, statuette for their acheivements.

Robin, Josh, Mike Nichols...all of these guys knew eachother and are connected by others who knew eachother.

The people Joshua Gatov was most likely connected to include the following:

Ken Kargman (Reform Jew from Livingston, NJ that I worked for as a nanny).  Even the man who held me hostage indicated this much, and also potentially indicated something about Kelly Halverson, who was by then married to a British (London, England) man, Andy, she met in NJ.

Lorraine and Rabbi Rose (Rabbi and English Middleton supporter)

Robin Bechtold (through Mike Nichols and his friend, through police in Lake Oswego and Portland, and through the FBI)

ICE and FBI (ICE is a drug enforcement group that joins Coos County police with Portland police and the FBI, and Josh Gatov was raised and has connections to Coos County, where my parents were told to move to)

Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza (would be connected to Josh through FBI work in Coos County area for drug rings)

Mike Nichols (most likely through the Jewish friend he had that felt insulted by me, or through Robin or Erik Lund directly by employment with the federal government)

Richard Whittemore and John Kaempf from Bullivant Bailey Houser (through FBI employment, which Nora Krevans knew about when she went to the Mt. Angel Abbey for a Christmas concert with me and kept smirking between them, when they were there).

Another thing that is odd, is that Gary and Lauren Hemenway rented a beach house that a few people stayed at once, before I was raped by Josh Gatov, and it is almost identical to a 2 story house (paint color, design, and windows) I discovered that is behind the Coquille Police Department, which is part of the Coos County system.  Gary and Lauren knew Monica because Shirina, one of their best friends (the U.S. Marine) knew them from church, and rented a room from me at the same time Monica did.  Shirina worked for the British man (Kelly Halverson married) at Pamplin Music.

When I later visited Lauren, in 2010, she handed me a brown jacket she said had been her daughters, after Chris Rozollo stole my white jacket from me, and in the middle of watching Hathaways "Princess Diaries" and talking about Middleton excitedly, she said, about a button that was off, "You can sew it on".

This is after I was in Washington D.C. with Chris Dabney asking me to sew on a button for him.  He had one of his shirts he put on a bed and then asked me if I'd sew on the button for him.  I didn't, and then he got Jew Bitch in the house and snidely commented to me, after he'd objected to my doing his laundry, "ALL my HOUSEMATES like her because she cleaned the whole kitchen for them". 

Lauren was living with some man from Yugoslavia who hated my guts and I suspected he was intimate with Lauren, who had divorced Gary.  They acted more like lovers than roommates.  He knew Yugoslavian too, it wasn't like he was just Yugoslav by nationality. 

I started having a bad feeling when I was there at that house.  Lauren didn't act the same, and it was very clear they all had something to do with Middletons.  I remember after I was raped, they all looked at me like they thought I had deserved it and sort of triumphant.  I had been asked to meet them at the Portland Zoo for a Stevie Nicks concert outside and then that was the last time I ever saw them until I went to see Lauren in 2010, years later.  I remember how they greeted me, and immediately sensed something was very wrong.

Lauren used to ask about Monica Allen all the time because she and Shirina became good friends while I was away from the house at work, and then Monica was hanging out with Cari-Sue.  She met Monica, driver of the black sedan with a side panel dented in, who also ended up becoming good friends with Stephanie Maiers, who told me so.

Stephanie told me that since I had spent time with Robin when he was trying to create a scene when Stephanie visited me in 1991, that "Monica and I have actually become good friends now."  After this is when Robin started recruiting Nathan Allen, Monica's brother, into his government mafia.

Stacy Darling, Art Squires, and Kate Middleton Stripper Darling Cousin

Is it a relation?

I've already described multiple attempts to assassinate me.

Well, Robin Bechtold, whose house I was leaving when it occurred, was best friends with a Hispanic Mexican student named Art Squires.

Art was best friends with Carole Skeeters, Stacy Darling, and I guess sort-of Shannon Livingston though Shannon didn't seem to be quite as governmental. 

Katie Middleton is not only related to Middletons that lived in Sherwood, Oregon when I went to school there, she is cousins with the "Darling" family in the UK.  Her cousin who is a stripper and looked nice enough came out with that fact, and Stacy Darling was Robin Bechtold's ex-girlfriend of 3 years before he met me, and he remained friends with her.

Art Squires was one of the only Hispanics at our school, and he was best friends with Robin Bechtold and was the one encouraging me to go out with him and go to his games and was telling me he was "whipped".  That was Art Squires, with the "whipped" line about how Robin had nothing to talk about but me.

That's really interesting when all of them were working for the Middleton sluts.

Stacy Darling never even spoke to me.  She just avoided me, but kept in contact with Robin and it was Robin who told me she had been his girlfriend for 3 years.  Shannon Livingston was more friendly, not as much to hide, sort of aloof or had an "air" about her, but looking back, she seemed much more open and transparent than some of the lot she was in with.  Not all of them were bad.  I should have become friends with others besides the 'government gang' I ended up next to.
 
Seriously, I should have gone to a larger school like Wilsonville, not that it's not sort of corrupted now as an area with all these conglomerates of the Schneider Spectacle.

By the way, Tony Roos was good friends with Stacy Darling. 

And like I said, the Darling family in the UK is connected to US people and Middleton people that I had to be around and was oblivious to, in high school.  If it's not a scheme, why were they all scheming so desperately in 1991, and especially by 1992.  1992 was when they went all-in.  It's like I got sent to some stinking U.S. government TAG school full of government kids and I was the only one who didn't know it.

So since Tony Roos, and Shannon Adams, were part of an assassination attempt against me,and then Mike Nichols whose family knew Bechtolds and Bechtold's friend's The Lunds and Josh Gatov,when the Mexican guy was running into my car courtesy of Christa Schneider's questions and cues about where I was going, was Art Squires a friend or relative? or was it just Erica Ballinger's Mexican neighbor's contacts?

By the way, what's this?

Someone thought, in advertising for a British cosmetic company, Max Factor, in 2003, at the same time I was victim of a hit-and-run to put up an ad featuring a model who looks exactly like my aunt Locklyn Guzman?

Above it's an ad for lipfinity lipstick and all that "glitters" and this model is not Elizabeth Hurley, it's Catherine Hurley, and she is identical to my Aunt Locklyn. Not missed by me is the fact she has a straw in her mouth with a "fancy drink" because my Aunt Locklyn was the one to take me out for "Shirley Temples" and other drinks all the time, and who had my ears pierced when I was 4.  On that drink "triangle" there is a "star" that matches the one on fucking Kate Middleton's runway get-up for William of Wales (the sweater with the star on it).  I mean, my aunt was working for a Jewish lawyer, Kyle Flick...I think this is bizarre. It's an ad from April 2003, Better Homes and Gardens.

Here's a close up of the earring that Carol Middleton had Katie Middleton's wedding earrings designed off of:

 

An tear shaped rhinestone-diamond pendant and then we have the straw there and the flag of Jordan with the little star in it, flying the backwards way but standing out as symbolic of the drink anyway.

 

My Aunt Locklyn has been supporting that bitch too?  Ad ideas don't come out of nowhere.  They often reflect reality that occurs in real-time and that's why it's symbolic or touching on something for marketing.  The model is wearing "Electric" for the shade of "lipfinity" lipsticks.  Electric.  I mean, does it get better than that.

 
I mean, I'm starting to wonder if it was 2003 or 2004 when my tooth was blown out, to be filled in with a microchip added to it from a Portland dentist.

I know my grandparent's paid $400 for it because my parents would not, and then Roger Harris, who works for Middletons, tried to tell me I owed HIM $400 in fees when he was the one to unethically drop my P.I. case last minute without enough notice, and then it was my Aunt Locklyn telling me she'd file a bankruptcy claim for me if I wanted, for $400.

What's with the $400?  It's like they're all mobsters for the Middleton fuckers.

On top of that, I recently found some cut-out article I had written a note on for my Jewish class in college and then after holding it up to the camera for a photo for a random photo shoot one day, I realized it looked like a jacket over my shirt and then, I don't even know the flag of Jordan but I knew intuitively, "This is Middleton shit" and sure enough, I went to look at the flag of Jordan and it was the same idea and the reason I thought of it was because it's how my dark green dress that my mother was sewing for me for Senior Homecoming was turning out, it stuck out like that on one side and not the other and my mother was saying, "You could ask Judy Roark maybe--she sews, but I don't know what happened."

After this ruining of my dress my mother was making, I got a storebought dress and my mother (one of the twins) was sobbing outside the stall and then I had to stand in line for school photos while Janet Bechtold ignored me, and stood next to Erica Wiltbank who stood next to me with a sweatheart neckline (like Katies wedding dress) and went on and on about "THIS is SUCH a beautiful dress. Your MOTHER made it for you?  it's so beautiful.  You look amazing Erica." while Janet Bechtold and Wiltbank's mother were part of the group ordering my dress to be ruined.

Like I'm a fucking Cinderella with a bunch of hateful step-sisters and bitchy mothers who tried to kill me.

 

This was the color of Erica Wiltbank's purple velvet dress with the sweatheart neckline that her mother made for her, while my mother's attempts were ruined to look like a Jordan-Middleton foul play.  I mean, these Middletons were after me in HIGH SCHOOL and I didn't even know who they were.  I'm almost 40 years old now (see photo above) and they've hated me for more than 2 decades.

 

There is no legal reason or excuse for the U.S. kidnapping of my son. 

 

 

The U.S. used me to allow government psychics to score points for themselves that are not not my parents and which had no advantage to me and where actually, I was oppressed, and then they used this excuse for torture as their legal defense when torture is not acceptable as a means to keep someone from suing in any "democracy" which, I've realized, the U.S. is not.  No one "vote" means anything when people are tortured for their opinions, free speech, and to prevent them from suing.

You can look at weird mobster ads like "Land Rover's "EvoQue" ad and even see where they're heading with their craziness.  Q in the middle for Middleton.  She really needs to go.  Her entire existence and corporate criminals have had their decades of their "day" and they're criminals.  I don't need to see criminal babies born to bitches that torture other kids, like mine.  Or have people they know who do.  How about Revoke.   I'm tired of all these British accents on supposedly U.S. brands.  I mean, if they want be British, move.  Don't go to England, infiltrate it with Catholic nuts, and then bring your brand ideas and accents with confederate flags to the U.S.  Like the U.S. isn't trashed already.  It's not a democracy, it is a military state.  It is operated and owned by an oligarchy and plutocracy that buys out and pays for the military state to do what they want.  That is absolute corruption, corrupting absolutely.  Like anyone normal wants to hear ads on U.S. television, for U.S. brands, that nod and weasel to Middleton torturers who dealt weed in the U.S. and tortured little kids until it was legalized and then expect a pass from the FBI, who laundered money for them.

I mean, get real.  Who was slinging for the Middletons?  Art Squires? and Robin Bechtold?  I could probably list a whole bunch of recruits from Oregon alone.  I don't really care about private business until you realize, the very reason you said you hated drug dealers like Bechtold, in 1992, in the first place, was because they kill and torture little kids, comes to pass with their vengeance and abuse of government power over my son Oliver.

So much for democracy.  Salute the U.S. for their last supper.  They're all over.  Just like England.  Just like Canada.  So much for you bastions of so-called freedom.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQcYplF_XlY&list=PL4BC93654EBED2036


Who was my "bonny" that lied over the ocean?  Edward Lee Howard?  Was someone just over the ocean that knew me, when I was only 2 years old, or was someone just lying, lying, always lying.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9DT5RTQAak

FBI Liars Work For Katie Middleton

The FBI has been working for Kate Middleton.  She doesn't exactly work for them, it's the other way around.  Well, I take that back.  They worked for her parents, and laundered money to them, and then the FBI used their agents to do things to promote her and murder and torture others.  Then, she was working for them and the CIA.

I will give the information that proves this later today.  Also, for the last week I've been tortured by NASA to my heart and to the top of my head and eye, all night and all day.  The information on that one is that their current Director (the black guy) is Jewish and has been doing favors for a militant Jewish group that supports, of course, Middleton.  He is shown with his wife in Israel, at a dressmaker's boutique, doing favors for Mossad.  Mossad supports Kate Middleton.

Laura Laughlin was the FBI agent that came out to meet me at Starbucks and take my report against FBI agents Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza.  She was wired.  She recorded the entire conversation I had with her, and when I asked for my FOIA from the FBI, I specified I wanted anything that was recorded electronically or by videotape as well.  I have not been provided with the information I've requested, in writing, to the FBI, for almost one entire decade now. 

In the meantime, they were busy being micky-mousy dressmakers for Katie. 

Raul and Armando's Mexican mafia support Middleton.  They are not just Mexican FBI agents, they are from families that traffick drugs, and they continued to traffick drugs and used Laura Laughlin in their ring.  William of Wales helped out on a cocaine bust in Colombia, working with FBI and the DEA.  At the time he was doing this, the Middletons were trafficking drugs, and then he went home and had a cocaine snorting party with his girlfriend Katie, at her Uncle Gary's house, who is Jewish, like his sister Carol.  You have to wonder why Princess Diana was found with cocaine in the car at the time of the crash.  She not only had cocaine with her, she was traveling with a United States FBI agent that was hired to be her bodyguard.  The FBI didn't know there was cocaine in the car?  Of course they knew.  How did that point get obscured in the whole "trial"? 

Laura Laughlin wired and recorded the conversation I had with her, which is evidence I could have used, and can still use, to prove what the FBI's motive has been for harming me and my son Oliver.  It would also prove obstruction of justice and "perversion" of the course of justice by them.  The "star bucks" have been going to Katie.

After Laura Laughin was either wired or had "Julie Thornton" wired, they had me going to confidential "counseling" with Brett McDonald, who they already knew was best friends with Tina Thornton, who is related (look at the butts--they're a DNA match) to Julie Thornton.  Tina was the social worked Donna Titleman (Jew) assigned to me.  Donna Titleman's interest in me was in protecting the Jew who raped me (Josh Gatov).  Tina Thornton's motive was to protect cops and the FBI (she is related to the FBI agent that took my report, best friends with the woman they assigned to counsel me through Tina and Social Services, and her husband is a cop).

The State of Washington illegally used "social services" as a way to carry out instructions from the FBI, and illegally obtain personal information about me. 

This was done, knowing I had a case against the FBI, when I was not the person under "investigation", their agents had been reported by me for crimes against me (including rape) and obstruction of justice.

It is a professional breach of confidentiality and conflict of interest to take "counseling" from me when they knew who was getting the information and sharing it.

It is also illegal for the State of Washington to collude with a federal agency to obtain information illegally for them.  I was being forced and ordered to go to this "counseling" with Brett McDonald, per Washington State, as a condition of receiving TANF for my son when I was injured in childbirth.  My counseling was prejudiced because of the conflict of interest, and when it was convenient for Brett McDonald to switch around and claim she DID think I was mentally ill, she did so on behalf of the FBI.

The FBI also knowingly allowed torture of me by the Department of Defense and NASA aerospace, as a means to facilitate their crimes against me.

The FBI needed an "alibi".

This proves the FBI had "no boundaries".  They used agents to rape me.  They used agents to bribe police from making reports about their agents.  They stole my vehicle to keep me from traveling when they knew it would ruin college and my lawsuits.  They used social services in Washington state to get "discovery" for themselves, with Brett McDonald, Tina Thornton, and Donna Titleman, by illegally telling me to go to counseling with a woman who passed information on to the FBI.  They then forced me out of housing by ordering me to go to doctor visits in Seattle and refusing to reimburse me the mileage they owed, which they had contracted with me to pay.  Then the FBI defamed me and colluded with Canadians about me, to kidnap my son.  They continued to use agents to rape me and degrade me and then they tried to force me to marry Alvaro Pardo, an FBI agent.  When I didn't, they had me drugged and sodomized and Alvaro knew about all of it and was involved in arranging for this to happen.  The night that this was done to me, was after I'd seen the movie called 'The Queen' and mentioned how she had said one year was her"anus horriblis" (horrible year).  Floyd knew Alvaro, and had a Canadian girlfriend, and I was drugged and woke up knowing something had happened to me.  I believe right after this, he decided to wear a black shirt like Chris Dabney wore to work at the Post Pub.  It was either right before or after they had me sodomized to degrade me for the FBI and Canadians.  Then they did something to me at Steve Mays house and then had Alvaro calling me up to say, in a sleazy way, "It's too late".  Alvaro Pardo had seen the movie "Into the Wild" (see the movie).  He was refering, sadistically, to my being picked apart and raped and degraded by men, and he knew all along it was happening and he worked for the FBI.  It's a discussion about "don't let worms get on your meat" and then when they do, the guy says repeatedly, "It's too late."  After the "peace sign" and everything of course.  After I blogged about what he'd said and some of this, all of a sudden, they wanted to pretend to be "good guys" and have me live across the street from the FBI in Wenatchee, when the FBI is the entire reason I was tortured and my son has been accessed and tortured to begin with.  Alvaro and the FBI tried to make it look like they "cared" when they were involved in arranging the sodomy to begin with, and had it viewed by members of the British royal family.

Alvaro had not just seen this movie, he most likely knew more about it than some because of the connection to Russian Jews and Catholics in the government.  The movie was made by Sean Penn, whose mother was an Italian Catholic and whose father's side was Russian Jewish, like Josh Gatov.  It was around this time, or a few years earlier, that some producers were making references to "Anastasia", the Russian Royal family that was killed by Jews mostly, in some of their movies.  There is a photo of her with her family, in the collection, of her standing next to a swan fountain and spitting out, or having something sprayed out, in an arch, on someone.  This is mimicked in the movie by Penn, and repeated later, for whatever reason, in a public display of peeing by William of Wales in 2009.  The sequel to "Into the Wild" was produced by all English men, British, who glorified cutting scenes again, as the first one had done.  It's nice Katie got a harness over her wedding getaway car.  The first movie was produced by mostly American Jews, including Russian Jews, who had intermarriage with Catholics.  The second one was produced by English Catholics, who had a Jewish friend in Ecquador.  Which rape scene did you guys like best?  the first movie commemoration, or the sequel?

First Penn was married to Madonna, who after their divorce, was married to Scottish man.  Then he was with Robin Wright, who was from San Diego and moved to Dallas, TX (big surprise...next to Robin Bechtold).  She was in the movie Forest Gump, about the kid whose legs hurt and he can't run, and then Penn produced "Into the Wild" and features a scene with a guy stretching his legs out in the end, like Forest Gump but without braces, and which is something I had to do as a kid all of the time, because of hemophilia that the CIA and FBI likes to share with their agents and keep to themselves.  Robin Wright started dating yet another Russian Jewish connection in 2012, with Ben Foster, who is related to Sterling.  No suprise as, where was she raised?  Oh yeah--put 2 and 2 together--San Diego Adam/Yuille.  Adam, or was it Ecstasy? (don't you love the one degree of separation?)   I get the street names confused.  Like "reefer".  I hadn't heard of "reefer" until I met the FBI with full disclosure that they were FBI.  Had I known Robin Bechtold was FBI all along, my son never would have been tortured.  Come to think of it, the ONLY times I have seen marijuana are with FBI agents, with them as the users.  "How much do you need Katie?"  I'm pretty sure it's Robin Wright that Sean Penn was married to and not Kelly Preston torture devices.  How about some Kelly Pembroke, Australia, USC (Jordan and Bechtold), and is it any wonder she got shot in the arm, accidentally.  She's just "up the ante" with "Casino Jack".  How great for her to get fly on the Air France to the Hotel Cry-long or Grill on (Crillon), that Pembroke alumni, in 1991 at the grand celebration of the excavation of the Pembroke operating room for the Royal Jubilee Hotel, in Victoria, B.C.  How debonnaire.  Next, she plays "Vickie".  Stay toned, or tuned.

Chris Dabney cut me with a razor at his house.  I woke up and had a cut across my arm.  The next time someone cut me was at the women's shelter in TN, while I was sleeping.  It was a fine enough blade on a razor that they were able to cut me and the I woke up from it and they were gone.  These people were working for the FBI, and cut me, knowing already what my history had been as a child.

What I like, is how I've noticed so many celebrities, government officials, photographers in the modeling industry, and journalists know so much about my being tortured, they even craft entertainment out of it.  Photo shoots, clothing designs, movies, books, all kinds of fun WSJ and Bride 2011 stuff for Katie to love.  The FBI has no problem with stories and themes of my being tortured exploited, as they continue to exploit me and allow torture of both me and my son.

At the same time, they call this a "free" country, with "respect for human rights".

Where's my fucking FOIA BITCH.

If I remember going to Victoria, B.C. more than once, it is also possible that our trips to Vancouver, B.C. (which I also remember, going across the border for) were for torture there at a facility, or who knows...maybe I was even flown to the great McGill where the Allan Institute is, and then the FBI thought it was hilarious to have U.S. FBI psychologist Alan Springer living next door to me with a bunch of military.

Why else would my Dad later bring a hospital bed, some iron bed that looked English, and institutional, to my house in 2003, unless he was trying to tell me something or someone else told him to and thought it was hilarious. 

When I was growing up in Moses Lake, sometimes I woke up on my own, and other times my Dad came downstairs, took both bedposts and shook them back and forth continuously so I was shaking in the bed and said, "Time to get up!"  Or he'd start up a weedwhacker next to my window.  Which country is famous for their weed?  Canada.  I could have even met Dr. Ewan, or Donald Ewan Cameron, at the McGill.  How cute would that be because then I could say I'd been to Mc-Donald's.  And cuter still, the oh-so-tantalizing and sweet idea that I was forced to be "counseled" by the FBI's Brett "McDonald".   Maybe I got a nice cold "Crush" soda pop when I was there, or at the Pemberton.  I wonder if the Commonwealth was more interested in "dismantling" my "personality" through isolation techniques, or if it was the U.S. 

What a great combination:  drugs, electrocution, isolation and cages, rape, cutting, and surgeries.

Because now the U.S. and Canada can move me around between their fucking spies and tell secrets to eachother knowing I'm bugged.  By the time they worry I might find out, they try to kill me.  Which is what they did, beginning 1991-1992 and possibly before then.

I remember getting taffy once in Canada.  I don't remember anything after it, but I had taffy in Canada at least one of the times I was there.  Which had me looking at Laffy Taffy, because later when I was older I got those at the candy store.  They were formerly owned by "Breaker Confections" which was through the Quaker Oats Company and they were known (in the past) to have allowed the federal government to use their products for "experiments" on children.  They had a bunch of Quaker oats laced with radioactive materials to study its affect on kids.  Looking at taffy, this one brand, as formerly part of "Breaker Confections" was possibly why my parents later never wanted to get taffy at the beach when we quit going to Canada and started making Oregon beach sites the vacation place.  Before that, it was Canada.  It was fine to get cotton candy, in Moses Lake at fairs, but not taffy or salt-water taffy in Oregon, after Canadian "fun".  When my parents dropped the swan and it broke, I guess that's a way to break it.  Swans are found in the water, or usually wet somehow.

If you look at Roald Dahl's photo, who owned "Breaker Confections", he was British RAF and part of Nestle S.A. and looks a lot like FBI Director Louis Freeh.  After Raul and Armando joked about "pulling" and how I "pulled" my arms, and how to "pull it right", on and on about this, I was told to talk to S.A. Laughlin.  I guess that was the "Laffy Taffy" part of the joke for the FBI.

Taffy Bowen was an English scientist who worked in the U.S. and Canada using radar and radiation experiments against people, including "the death ray".

If I had no response for 3 months of my life, that is because of electrocution and sensory deprivation.  If I have an identical twin, we were switched so that I was tortured in Canada and she carried a front in the U.S., and left with one of the twins of my parents.  Otherwise, if I don't, it was local and then I do remember going back and forth from Canada.  In Montreal they have something called "pigstye" cemetaries, where kids used by the CIA and Canada were guarded by the Roman Catholic church and prevented from escaping, to the point of murder.  On the other hand, they also have Canadians who get adopted by U.S. government and were commissioned to assassinate me (1995).  In 1991 the Pemberton operating room of Victoria, B.C. was excavated and victims began coming forward with stories.  By 1992 there was a formal police inquiry in Montreal over the use of McGill and the Allan Institution for torture of kids.

I also remember feeling upset my mother didn't hug me but now I know why.  Part of what was done to me was with me in a chair that had restraints, so I strapped down and tortured.  I used to say why does Levi get to sit on your lap or cuddle with you (when I was a kid) and not me?  She said, "You don't like to cuddle."  So I tried one time, saying yes I do and as soon as I sat down and she put her arms around me, I jumped up and got away.  I couldn't stand to be confined in a sitting position.  I had a reaction to it, and later when I was pulling wires out of my arms at Wenatchee hospital, from a sitting position it was the same feeling.  I was tortured and I remembered it.  Cuddle is a lot like "Cut L" isn't it.  Funny how the CIA uses words and catch phrases to try to conceal every crime they commit with the FBI.  Later, I was being pressured to "hug" people and I never liked it.  Then when Mary Del Balzo ordered me to hug her kids, I really didn't want to.  She made this huge show, the Cornell-CIA-funded woman, of hugging her girls and told me she wanted me to hug them all the time.  I did it because she made it part of my job and it didn't hurt the girls, but as a victim that she knew had been tortured and put into restraints as a kid, what she did to me was abusive.  She not only hoped I'd forget about what happened and ride over that memory with a new one, of "love and hugs", she was part of government observation of me after I was targeted for further remote torture, after a surgery in 1995.

Basically, I've been tortured, raped, and had my son kidnapped from me and I want him back.  The FBI was instrumental in crimes of torture against me and it is their responsibility to "come clean" and "pull it off". 

You can also have a look at individuals they forced me to be around from my childhood up until recently and get an idea of who was working for the federal government and who the spies are.  They were not only abusing me, they were trafficking me for sending their messages across.

The FBI knew all about my background and history and they encouraged exploitation of me and they also encouraged rape and sodomy of me.  On their watch.  And then they happily passed that information on to people like Katie Middleton.

It's like the movie Brokedown Palace, with Claire Danes.  She's taking a trip and someone plants drugs on her, without her knowledge, and when she is caught, the authorities accuse her of breaking the law.  This is what the U.S. and Canada did to me.  They tortured me and electrocuted me, cut me up and used me a government mule between them.  They rigged me, and wired me, and had me acting as their "unwitting courier".  When they got tired of this or figured too many people knew and had figured it out, they dumped me into the "daily torture" routine and used government excuses for hate crime. 

Mormons have always been involved, and they cut some slick deals with others, so they've been no use when it comes to FBI.  I had thought, if the groups mainly covering for those who raped me (Catholic and Jew) who also had a motive to want to kill me to cover for what they did to me when I was a kid, maybe Mormons wouldn't have a conflict of interest.  It turns out, they've been riding on the glory box for a long time.  The ones I knew, were in business, illegal and legal (it's illegal until the CIA or FBI says it's "legal") with Catholics or the same ones who were covering up for rape.

Everything to do with my being raped, was planned.

I was stand-offish to almost anyone and I had nothing to do with Robin Bechtold anymore.  I didn't hold hands with anyone even--nothing.  I had an aversion to body contact and when people in church were told to give others a "hug", I wasn't comfortable with that for a reason.  So I kept others at arms distance, even if I was friendly.  Until Mary Del Balzo, who started pressuring me to hug everyone.  Start out small.  Sure.  Hugs the kids every day first.  That was 1995-1996.  By 1997 I had my hymen broken deliberately when there was no possible way that doctor didn't see it.  I mean, thanks for telling me I was abused as a kid, but I told her to stop and she didn't.

I believe the government premeditated raping me.

Afterall, who raped me when I was a kid?  Them.  I wasn't doing what they wanted, and they couldn't use me the way to, or wanted someone else in a position where I didn't stand in the way or keep a mystique.  So first Del Balzo introduces all this touchy feely, hug-the-kids stuff as suddenly the pastor at my church started doing the same thing, even if I kept my distance.  It was hugs hugs, body contact, and more attempts to invade my personal space to reduce my resistance.  When the government had strapped me to chairs and tables and electrocuted me, they knew I didn't want to be touched or confined in someone else's space.  And not by total strangers. 

Next, they broke my hymen, to prepare their alibi for raping me.

The woman who lived next door to Del Balzos was Jewish and met me.  The woman who broke my hymen was working for the state, and right next to a Navy shipyard/base.  Josh Gatov used knives in his approach, knowing my history ahead of time and that this would scare me into being more cooperative than I would have been otherwise.

It was premeditated government-sponsored rape.  Then he got tipped off to go to Thailand, which is a little odd when I had told many people already that I had seen the movie Brokedown Palace.  I told others my Dad had said, "Don't ever go to Thailand" because you don't want that to happen.  Basically, he was saying some countries have strict rules and you can get set up and be too far away from people for help.

So it turns out, THIS is "Thailand".  This country, the U.S., and Canada, and England, and those who colluded in MKUltra are the "Thais".  And why would the United States Portland police and FBI tip Josh Gatov off, unless they helped premeditate my rape and then found him a place to escape to until they decided to tell me the statutes expired and they weren't going to prosecute.  I was shocked when I even heard he'd gone to "Thailand" because he'd been studying Japanese and was saying he wanted to go to Japan.

I have to say I cannot even believe Detective Brian Gross, that he actually did go to Thailand, and not Japan.

Oh and look at the cover of the first edition for Brokedown Palace (the book).  A girl, carved out of stone, with arms out as if sleepwalking, in a place that is "underneath the palace".  Yeah, like "underneath" the Royal Jubilee Hotel in Victoria, B.C.  It even has arched windows like the Pemberton operating room.  How rotten is that.  I'm told all of my hair fell out when I was a baby.  It grew back, supposedly, with a blond triangle at the nape of my neck and the rest of it red.  The triangle goes up, like ^ .  So when the Colombian woman who was getting his license to marry an English man had a dress on with the zipper down in the back to a v,  I guess we might discover what the significance is.

The truth will find you out.

Whether or not Gatov went to Thailand, the fact that FBI and him thought I should know this, or he did go there, is odd enough.  Was the government raping me to get back at me for being wired as a kid, or were they trying to cause someone distress.  Maybe the U.S. thought they were going to traumatically rape me, cover it up, and hope this "activated" me to be drawn into situation where they could get more of their fucking agents to assault me and pass out secrets.  Canadians were connected to people who were using me as their courier already.  It's not like the CIA and FBI didn't know, because they ran MKUltra.

It went from my being tortured and having my hair fall out, to be 2-toned, to a Colombian woman with a "pinking shears" symbolism to the back of her dress, and Katie in the middle deciding to 2-tone color her hair pink.  Sort of branding-iron hot pink.

The police and Gatov knew I might think about that movie, "Brokedown Palace" when they said Thailand, so they were deliberately trying to harass and degrade me further knowing I would make that connection--that I was raped, and what?  I had always been told and read "your body is a temple", so basically, this man and the government wanted to ruin this.  They deliberately desecrated me for revenge and premeditated future rape.

The U.S. government issued a stamp for Katie Middleton, in 2003.  It was created by artist Lou Nolan, of a clock.  Before creating this one, he made 4 other ones with a "transportation" theme. He had made designs for NASA, Armed Forces, Smithsonian, and federal agencies.   When you see how the clock is cut off at the bottom, I'll tell you what it means to Washington D.C.  The artist calls it "American Clock" and the "6" is cut off.  It is of a banjo clock designed by Simon Willard in Roxbury, MA.  By that time, plenty of people knew I had a photo taken of me with a crown and 666 on it, and it was on solid mahogony or purple-pink paper. Basically, the color Katie decided to dye a streak of her hair one day. Mahogany is also the kind of wood this has on the top.   I also found out I had my belly button cut or bit or something, because there is a scar, and it is in the same approximate outline as the 2 hands, and another cuts across about where the 6 would be cut off on a clock.  Specifically, the cut of "hands" is at about 4 and 8 if you look at it straight at me, and if I am looking down onto it, from my perspective, it's the 10 and 2.  It This stamp is issued as a 10 cent stamp, 2nd in series.  It is displayed at the time of 8:22 1/2.  After Josh Gatov raped me, he took me to see "A Clockwork Orange".  I just went with him, in shock, like the little girl that was raped by feds and Canadians and Middleton in the 70s and 80s.  The hands on this clock, are scrolled hands, and it is a James Paul (connected to Canada and Bangor, Maine Air Force base, who was around me in M.L.) that had a scrolled design on his pocket that matches; Drew Eckberg is also connected.   The hands also look like swords, and possibly my parents were cut by then, but I certaintly was, and I was also raped by 2 men that Erica Ballinger knew, and who Middletons knew.  I tried to report it.  By this time, the Hungarian roommate Susie, had told me some story about her Catholic friend that told her a  madonna fell off the mantle and the crown saved it from breaking or broke off but kept the figure from shattering.  Susie was connected to Middleton through another Hungarian and through Ballinger.  Erica's son's name is Jordan and the father was James Bond, and it was around this time as well that Robin Bechtold attempted to call me to buy prescription painkillers from me. Which was, apparently, an attempt to frame me after he'd raped me.  I reported it to police and I was harassed and run into, with a premeditated hit-and-run by a Mexican man who looked like Lonnie and Erica Ballinger's neighbor in Sherwood, Oregon.  Erica Ballinger lived with her mother for a long time at a trailer part in Sherwood, Oregon.  She later moved to an apartment and then to Forest Grove.  There was a hispanic man that lived next to them who I passed sometimes while driving by, and he was always smirking over at the Ballingers but didn't like me.  It looked like him.

After this, and then getting set up with Mike Tancer, I was told to never go to their house again.  This was after over 10 years of their ongoing attempts to get close.  I was told to never go over there because their Mexican friend lived there.  You know, the one that works for Katie Middleton.

So when I see ads by "Wells Fargo" about having a conversation (beautiful things happen when people talk), and "Together, we'll go far", featuring a woman curling up her hand when she sees a baby, with an intonation like Tancer and a tone like Erica Ballinger, it's a problem.

I can link almost every single assassination attempt against me to Katie Middleton and people working with her or for her.

I asked police for a copy of the police report and they refused to give it to me.  That was 2003, with assassination attempt #3 against me in Oregon.
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The curling hands in the ad also make me think about curling from torture, the effects.  I guess the hands on the clock also look like shots, and I think it was around then that my Mom got poisoned with chromium along the veins in her feet.

What stands out to me as well, with Erica Ballinger, Katie Middleton, and Robin Bechtold, is they were all very into this movie "Best In Show".  It features dogs and a blue ribbon on it.  It was made by a British man named Christopher Guest, whose parents were diplomats for the UN.  He made the movies "The Hot Rock" (1972) and "Death Wish" (1974).  He coordinated with Hamilton, Canada producer Eugene Levy, who got a "Jubilee medal" for his work in 2012.  His parents were Polish and Austrian jews (Dora Kohn-Warren and Mack Shearer).  Harry Julius Shearer married Penny Nichols.  They both live in Santa Monica, like Sean Penn.  Rob Reiner also directed the movie, and was jewish from UCLA and made "This is Spinal Tap".  Another person involved was Jean Pauline Hindes (a Goldsmid). 

Erica thought this movie was something else.  After Robin tried to get me to watch it, repeatedly, thinking it was great, and with my knowing there was some odd reason he liked it, Erica forced me to watch it.  The thing that was different was in the past, I'd watched movies and no big deal.  This time, it was like her "slam in the face" grand finale and a point to make against me.  She was enjoying making fun of me with my being there watching it.  I never forgot it.  I knew it had something to do with both Erica and Robin because he got her to have me watch it.

Later, as I've said, I wasn't able to go back to the house because I was steered away from it after their Mexican neighbor was involved in trying to kill me.  The road that goes past that place was the same road or connects to the one I was on.  I recognized him and tried to go back to the place, before I ever met Tancer, and no one was there.  He was usually outside working on some car and he was Christy Ballinger's buddy.  I think he was a drug contact.  I saw him grinning and smirking when I was just with Erica and then when Christy was around and he was always watching their house.  I had the impression he had business with them, was a personal friend, and some kind of "guard".

Probably no relation, but Michael Nichols from National Geographic got his start in photography with the U.S. Army in 1970s, and was mentored by Charles Moore (probably no relation to Dr. James Moore, CIA LSD chemist for MKUltra).  Sidenote:  James Moore traveled to Bozell, Switzerland for research with the Sandoze Laboratory and he also worked in Detroit, MI for Parke, Davis & Co., with Wasson.

I remember when the Ballinger's took me camping they didn't like the fact that I'd brought my Bible with me on the trip.

(photos) Cut With A Razor & My Parent's Involvement In Kidnapping Oliver

This is not showing up at normal size so I will have to enlarge it.  The scar is a thin line horizontal from my bottom thumb knuckle down the pad of my hand.  It's above any veins you see. 

Here is one of my razor cuts from the U.S. I will post it twice, once here at the top and then in another section where I show a measurement. You cannot see it very well, but in person it's obvious and it's a straight line extending down from my thumb to my wrist.

This isn't much better, but see the thin white line above the blue vein? it angles like this -------- but in person, it's much more obvious and it's longer than this shows.  It is a deep solid line cut across my hand and not caused by any accident or known injury...it was when I was a kid.  I have other cuts all over my wrists, and mostly my face.  I was told to be strong basically.

I have forgiven my parents, but I am also aware my parents are potentially hiding from me the fact they acted to have my son Oliver kidnapped from me.

Which is why they lie.

I think that at some point, they felt sorry about it, or one of the sets of twins did.  The other ones did not. 

I know Canada told me not to tell my mother or to contact my mother and they already knew something about her.  Nothing was said about my Dad, but they brought up "your mother".

So I think that given the fact my parents were extremely hateful torwards me at that time, and had expressed resentment and motive for revenge, I am positive it motivated them, one or both, to act in an adverse way that affected my future and my son's future.

So I might be adding Bob and Dicksie Garrett to the list of FBI employees I wish to complain about.  I believe some good Muslims already know she works as a cop.  I don't know when she got her "cop" job, and if it's local police or FBI, but I know she is involved in some way.

My first instincts and guesses would have been that she is CIA.  I would guess this, only based on the fact that I DO know she is an MK Ultra kid.  I am absolutely positive both my mother and father are seriously victims of MK Ultra.  Some MK Ultra kids grow up and realize they are victims and others end up getting a pretty good deal out of it in the long run.  I mean, some are brainwashed enough to think they are part of the "High Value Team" that is collected from among military, FBI, and CIA intelligence and they really feel they are doing their country a good service.

So first of all, I see my parents like James Whitey (I only mention him because I 'heard' from news that he's MK Ultra), and well, the guy who blew up that woman in Arizona (who got a life sentence...the one with bulging eyes who claimed the CIA and military asked him to work for them), and like the majority of other MK Ultra victims (I think the UK Spencer family was in the program--the kids) who are non-violent.  Most MK Ultra people can be provoked or distressed, but I believe the vast majority are non-violent and actually more empathetic than some...some are hardened by the abuse but others react the opposite way by not wanting to injure any living thing.  Canada got paid by the CIA to use their own citizens, a select group, for the program and it never stopped.  It's not like it was just active in the late 70s.  They continued it and part of the entire "program" is to create kids they can "activate" later.  Which is a CIA way of defining what they hope will occur if they first brutally traumatize a baby or toddler and then allow a defense mechanism to cover it so the reaction to the trauma is latent.

Think of a volcano.  Basically, the CIA and U.S. Army look at a baby or toddler, and they bring in their CPS people.  I mean Child Protective Services.  The CIA and U.S. Army employ people who are working for THEM at double duty with CPS because the government "needs them" to help them take children, lie, and cover for their research.  Some of your CPS workers are bottom of the barrel, and hardly educated in child development, and others are psychologists who receive additional training in, of course Virginia-sponsored facilities.  So it's like your local cops who get invited to go to Quantico, Virginia to train with Marines and FBI in special techniques.

Is Chief Jones an FBI agent?  just because he gets trained at Quantico?  No, of course not, he is a local cop and his primary job is with local police.  That doesn't mean he doesn't get additional training or incentives from FBI, and it also doesn't mean he doesn't have double-duty.  A cop can also be FBI.  In fact, an undercover FBI agent can be investigating corrupt police and pretending to be an average cop.

The FBI and various agencies create all kinds of "unique positions" for undercover work.  KGB Central.  So first of all, for someone reading this who has no idea about any of this or what's possible, it IS possible for a CIA officer to have another job.  They have their CIA employment and their cover job.  Same with FBI.  Some FBI work upfront, and all they do is FBI.  Others, have 2 jobs. 

CPS is a sludge of child corruption and government porn.  If you've ever heard a kid later talk about how they were "abused in foster care" it's no secret:  some of it is deliberate and sponsored by the U.S. federal government.  The military-experienced "psychologist" that was appointed to lie for the state, worked for the FBI in Seattle and she knew Alvaro Pardo.  She was based out of Seattle offices and she worked on behalf of both FBI and admitted military background, when she lied in court about me.  Her motive was to have my son permanently removed from me so he could be trained to be a "patriotic" slut like her.  The U.S. government "needs" and uses people just like her, to push for what they want.

Now going back to what I was saying about a volcano.  The U.S. looks at a kid, for MK Ultra or "like" programs (they call it a different name and lie and say MK Ultra is over when it's not, it just has a different name) and what they have habitually done with all of them, is first find out what the seismic level of activity is.  So they assess personality and traits early-on.  Sometimes, they don't even wait that long, they just abuse the kid the minute the baby is born.  Or, they abuse the baby while it is being born, to force the child to have a more traumatic birth than is necessary, to traumatize the child as much as possible from the first day.

Then, the U.S. uses a window where they feel the child will not be able to remember who did it to them.  And sometimes, they want the abuse to be in the subconscious of the child, and to not have that remembered either.  For 3 entire years they abuse the child.  It's not minor abuse.

They repeatedly cut kids.  I actually remember one of the times I was cut.  I didn't at first and then it came back to me.  I have incision marks made from sharp incision, which had to have been from something like a razor blade or box cutter, or even thinner, all over my face.  You can't even hardly see the scars now but they are there.  I never had my face cut in an auto accident or was cut by shattered glass in the face.  They are scars that have been there since I noticed when I first started using make up.

Something I think is odd, is that 2 individuals have attempted to traumatize me later, when I was older, with one of them my fiance, who had a box cutter in his backpack that he knew I would find, and the other person connected to Canada who put a bunch of pocketknives with the blades extended, on his counter for me to see.

I didn't get all of the cuts at one time.  I was cut one cut at a time.  Maybe it was more than one at a time when I was younger, but when I was a little older, what I remember, is one cut at a time.

I was also raped. 

It wasn't a matter of family abuse.  It was United States-sponsored abuse.  This is why, when later the U.S. and Canada encouraged young men to rape me, the police and FBI did nothing.  They didn't want to get involved, because that's what was "supposed to happen" to me, according to the CIA and U.S. Army ideas from MK Ultra and how to trigger a reaction and re-traumatize me.

Their ideas of raping me were to cause a reaction the U.S. then wanted to exploit and use for government purposes, whether it was to sexually service their federal employees, or to try to place me in proximity of a man they wanted to spy on.

The police who were supposed to protect me and press charges when I made a rape report, such as I did to Detective Gross, were always in place to dismiss any report or claim I made, because it was all being done "for the government".  It was U.S. government-sponsored rape, led by U.S. government employees who knew eachother and premeditated how to do it and who was next.  My treatment and status in the U.S. was determined by the kind of program they put me in when I was a kid.

The U.S. believed I was government property, not a citizen.  The U.S. federal government chose me to be in their program and when they choose a kid, it is like buying an expensive rock.  I was a "cameo" of course, so they "cut" me.  When the U.S. buys a diamond, in rough state, before it's cut, they make sure they ID that diamond, mark it, and since it costs so much to invest in, they never let it go. 

Are you kidding me.

Does the U.S. give away diamonds?  They take a kid and look at that child they chose, as a piece of rock for their treasury, and they decide how to cut it, and they spend money finding different people to do what they want to have it cut the way they want, for the purpose they have in mind.  Then later on, the U.S. does deals with the UK and Canada.  Canada has their "rock collection" and the UK has their "rock collection" and the U.S. has their "rock collection".  It's like, fraggle rock baby.  Some kids are even cut to be fag L rocks.  This is because the U.S. and Canada and UK also need fags.  "Fags" have been used for blackmail in spy circles for years.  So if a government wants spies and mind control victims for every occasion, they already know, not everyone is "straight".  To exploit this, they need fags too, so they literally create them.  They do it to humiliate families and also to try to control the fags who might feel embarrassed, and blackmail THEM with it.  These days it is not as big of a deal, but it was highly important and a very good source of blackmail in the past.

So when I say "cut", for myself, I mean I have been literally cut.  But when I talk about how these countries "cut their rocks", I mean, how they traumatize them to shape their personalities, psychological needs, brainwash them, and train them for the work they want them to do. 

I was born and given the name "Cameo" which means a carving, or cut stone, and someone apparently thought it was a good idea or sadist idea, to have me "cut" as part of the "program" feature.

I was one of the "cut ones".

I was cut numerous times, and the point was behavior modification, trauma, and to create a numb detachment.  It is very likely and more probable than not, that participants were invited from the UK and Canadian sections of MK Ultra, because this has been done to other MK Ultra kids too.

In addition to being cut, from what I was told, there was evidence that indicated severe and traumatic rape and I would agree this is true.  I have my own reasons for believing this, but I believe a number of church and federal employees were involved in raping me.  I don't remember being raped but I believe since evidence was discovered and because of what Canada and the U.S. encouraged against me, it was state-sponsored.

I have tiny precision incision scars all over my face, on my wrists, and I have a very straight and long scar across the base of my right hand which is not from any injury I have had that I would remember after the age of 3.

I cut my thumb on my right hand, but not my hand, and yet there is a thin line from a razor, in a straight mark, that is over 2 inches long.  It is not from the thumb cutting, because the only thing I had stitches for then, or had cut, was directly across my thumb.  It is also not from my auto accident in 1995 as I had no hand injury on the inside of my hands.  I only had superficial scratches and cuts on the outside of my hands, mostly my knuckles.

2 inch long scar from MK Ultra. 

Actually, my thumb scar, which I remember, is not even on the same hand.  It's on my left hand.  On my right hand, I have a 2 inch scar in a straight line from the base of my hand up.  I also have a faint one inch slash that you can hardly see, directly across the middle of my left wrist, horizontal.

The other cuts are about 1/4 inch or less, smaller but deep or precise.


You can't see in this lighting, but let me see if I can get a better photo.  This is the length

I told my parents I want my son back.  My mother said, "It's too late".

How is it "too late" when this entire country is a sack of shit?  This disgusting country raped me as a kid, and cut my face and arms and hands up with razors, and then they repeated their rape cycle when I was an adult and blocked my travel to keep me from winning my own lawsuits.

And THIS country has ANY "right" to MY SON?  NO, they do not.  This country is a fraudulent, criminal  organization that has abused me my entire life and tried to get me to suck a lot of federal dick.

FUCK YOU

My son and I left this god-damn country for political asylum.  We were knowingly refouled.  The U.S. had no jurisdiction over us and they lied.  They then held me hostage with a piece of SHIT FBI worker.  I didn't marry him so I was told to sleep on the ground and forget my son because if I didn't marry the FBI contracting Department of State FUCK Pardo, I couldn't have my son.

Why is that?  Because Pardo would ensure more FBI could suck my son's dick and force him to suck theirs?  while they cut him up?  The Pentagon felt "more comfortable" with that option?  Pardo did a bunch of Arab Spring shit for the U.S. that they don't want people to know about you fucking whores.  Then the FBI wanted to "contain" me because I was talking about their drug contracts with their hit man Mike Middleton.  What a FUCK.  A hit man who, by the way, was helping the U.S. find Osama bin Ladin to nail his brains to the back of a wall.

What a nice family she comes from, this Kate Bitch.  I wasn't "evaluated" at all.  I was cornered and jumped by 5 men in the hospital within 5 minutes of a doctor's call to Nashville FBI.  The police then drove me to a "psych ward" where I wasn't evaluated, I was DRUGGED and then interrogated about what I knew about the FBI.

"Who do you know in the FBI?"  "Why do you think the FBI wants you here?"  "Do you know why the FBI would think you're important?"  "Why do you believe the FBI wants us to see information about you?"  "What were you going to the FBI offices for?"

How many FUCKING questions was I asked about the FUCKING FBI.

If you want to know who BLOODY killed Osama, it was Kate Middleton's fucking DAD. 

Of course the CIA wants that bitch working for them when they get favors from Carol and Mike, who have been doing favors for FBI and the Pentagon for decades you mother fuckers.

Her fucking Dad is the reason the DEA was involved at all, because they are drug runners with CIA shit.

I am fucking SICK of the U.S. B.S.

Do you want to know what that bitch has in common with Alvaro Pardo?  Arab.  The fucking Arab language which is why Mike Middleton was important to the U.S. in their "capture" of Bin Ladin and why a bunch of Catholic Irish were first invited to his daughter's wedding knowing the next big thing was Bin Ladin's brains on the wall in front of his 12 year old daughter when he surrendured.

That is what Middletons are about.  Murder.  Osama bin ladins blood and brains are on Mike Middletons hands.  It's enough to get your daughter a position sucking royal weiner.  She sucks royal weiner, Middleton seals the slug into bin ladins skull, Carol keeps giving us this great psychic shit, and you guys are GOOD TO GO!

So when this United States throws me into the same shithole that Kate Middleton was sucking dry, and taking all of the MK Ultra perks while other kids in that hideous program were being raped, tortured, and told Special Kate is extra special, I don't expect to have my homework stolen each year so I can be dumbed down for Katie. I don't expect to have my clothing stolen from my high school locker and given to the Middletons.  I don't expect to have Catholics pulling fancy assassination attempts in 1992 to bump me off for that fucking bitch.  I don't expect to be forced to go to an MK Ultra Target School to begin with, to be around a bunch of kiss-ass CIA and FBI fuckers who already have government jobs lined up and are excited to take the bet on stealing my virginity or raping me.

I don't expect to have Margaret Atwood and Nancy McCusker refering to some Kate Middleton bitch I've never heard of, in 1992, like she is in our class.  I don't expect to have people following me all over New Jersey and then trying to do me in, because I am too "clean" for you.  I don't expect to go back home to find out all our dogs are dizzy and falling off the deck, my mother's throwing up and dizzy, and I'm getting setting up for assassination attempt #2, this time with FBI employee's kid Mike Nichols, whose parents are in MK Ultra shit.  FUCK YOU.  Your SON tried to KILL ME and you cry over him?

That asshole colluded with Robin Bechtold and Erik Lund, and he was already connected to Lake Oswego people that knew me.  He was willing to play "kamikazee" and hijack MY car for over 30 minutes as I repeatedly begged him to stop the car, pull over, please Mike,... Finally, "MIKE.  This is MY car."  NOTHING worked and his jaw was set because he was a fucking COMMIE.  What else was he?  Just another one of Mike Middletons men?

And this country can't even take a police report for what it was:  a hijacking, even though all of Europe and the Middle East know exactly what it was and modeled the plane jackings after HIM.  Why don't you ask Monica Allen, if she's still a honest person and maybe that was never the case.  Maybe I picked bad friends.  If she tells the truth she will admit that I asked him to stop the car and to pull over and let me drive, numerous times, and repeatedly, and with increasing force, over approximately 30 minutes to possibly even longer than that.  He refused and said nothing.  He wasn't talking at all.

What kind of a FUCK refuses to PULL OVER NOW, and keeps driving with his lips tightly pressed together, jaw set, and a determined stare on the road?  As he's speeding when I said no one was to speed?  No one does that.  And no one fucking decides to take a sharp corner with the car the minute someone announces "drive safely, I am taking my seatbelt off".

Oh good.  Time to crash my car now, perfect.

You people have some "REALITY" issues.

You know how to call a man wearing a turban on his head a "terrorist" and "hijacker" and yet you can't even admit the exact same thing was done to me, by a fucking white man who has Canadian parents and FBI adoptive parents, who terrorized me to the point of praying out loud, as he hijacked my car and then rolled it when I said my seatbelt was off.

Who are Mike Nichols fucking parents.

Do they work for the fucking Canadian government and did they know "Ross" from Pencticton and all of the FBI shits that live in the U.S.

Oh darn.  He didn't kill her, but lets give him praise, lets give him accolades for going "even farther" than Tony Roos did.  Tony Roos, the football player, played a great game, but Mike now, well he rolled that bitch further than the length of a football field.

Good job guys.  I think we need to rape her now.  She's still alive.

Get your fucking European and U.S. SHIT together and return my son.

"What do you want with the FBI?"  "Who do you know that works in the FBI?"  "Why do you think the FBI gave us this information?"  "What do you want to talk to the FBI about?"  "Is there a problem with the FBI?"

That is the kind of thing I was asked in front of a panel of "doctors", some of them who were just U.S. federal employees.  FBI interrogation questions.  I wasn't asked about my family, or ideas, or education, or if I sleep at night, or anything, except for FBI questions.

They drugged me first, for 7 days, and then they asked FBI questions.

I think that's being held hostage or extraordinary rendition under a false pretense, for punishing a perceived "political activist" and wanting an excuse to threaten me and interrogate me about the FBI.  I was supposed to keep my mouth shut. 

"Can you tell us about the FBI?"

They knew I couldn't talk.  They'd overdosed me.  So they kept asking questions, and made it some sick joke to have me trying to "talk" and being able to say nothing.

That is punishing someone with the treatment of a 'dissident' when all I was, was a blow job to the U.S.  They needed to keep Katie on that royal dick.  They needed to make sure Alvaro could work his Arab Spring magic.  They needed me to shut up about Mike Middleton's drug trafficking when it's what got them close to Osama bin ladin, who they wanted to surprise-kill.  Like Osama was targeting Middletons.  If he was, it was because he already knew Mike Fatso was targeting HIM. 

It was extraordinary rendition.  They did it to me again, in Knoxville, and they lied and said it was because I made an improper 911 call.  They took me to a federal site and instead of interrogating me they had a government psychic worker trying to make guesses about me and Mike Middleton got them to break my hand and handprint me for the UK.  For him.

For his fucking bitch.

So the cat is out of the bag.

Repeat after me: 

Who killed Osama bin ladin?

Mike Middleton

He was the fucking UK drug contact and military contact and the U.S. worked with it.  He is the fuck behind the assassination attempts of me since 1992.  Osama bin ladin even knew who Middleton was going after.  That was a smart and good man.  Osama was.  Not Middleton.  Osama knew.  He saw all of Middletons cards laid out and I know this is true, so you bitches had better fucking get OUT of MY WAY.

If the U.S. thought they could get Pardo into the country permanently as a legal resident, they thought they'd use my son too.  Did I ever tell the U.S. I didn't still want political asylum?  I don't believe I ever did.  In fact, I've consistently stated my son was kidnapped and we are not under U.S. jurisdiction when we are in a state of refoulment.  What the U.S. didn't like, was the "anti-US and anti-FBI" statement I made when I voided the marriage license.

They already knew he'd told me he worked for the FBI and I was saying, "Oh really?  See ya."

I don't like how the FBI has held me hostage and raped me and allowed military to torture me and try to kill me and why would I suddenly trust them?  when their agent had just tried to set me up to go to prison and their other agents date-raped me?  When the FBI stole my vehicle from me and blocked my travel and obstructed every legal case I have EVER had in this country.

I might have reconsidered if I say him keeping promises, and saw the FBI returning my son, but no, they don't do the "right thing" to do "the right thing".  They wanted a deal that was lucrative and profited them.

I was "not mentally ill anymore!!!! YIPPEEEE!" only as long as I was "not going to sue the FBI".

This country owes me billions of dollars in restitution.

If you don't pay compensation and return my son, I'm sure you'll be bleeding through the nose in other ways.  How does that saying go?  Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord, I will repay.

Did anyone count how many U.S. federal "cuts" were made into my skin?  I was almost like a bunch of party pieces.

"It's too late."  That is what the FBI says, because the only option they gave me for raising my son, was to raise him with their shit.  "It's too late" means "it's too late to be in the FBI" and so therefore, "you can't have your son back".  Their "age limit" is 35 and Alvaro called me to say it was "too late" a month after my 35th birthday.  The FBI  and Department of State were going to "do the right thing" if I "married", supposedly.  It had NOTHING to do with "cooperating with CPS" when they terminated my rights before there was a termination trial.

Not only that, all of CPS's lies about what to "cooperate" about had to do with discrediting me for leaving for political asylum, so they wanted to say I was an alcoholic (it worked for the FBI who had FBI employee-rapists that incapacitated me first and then raped), and they wanted to say I was mentally ill.

But oh! if I was going to be on the same TEAM, and be PART of the FBI then the FBI might decide "you just had some trauma" and quit torturing me, call me normal, give my son back, and raise my son to be an FBI Asshole.

I love how arbitrary the rules are over parental rights.  If I don't snitch about assassination attempts, or rape, I get to have my son.  If I DO snitch, I get to be called crazy, tortured and drugged.

Who is most honest?

ME

Who has the Integrity?

Me

Does the FBI have "integrity"?

They have Mica.  They definitely have some Mike uh.

Later in life, after the federal government tried to cut me up into party pieces, some kids wanted me to cut myself with them.  I said why and they said, "we'll rub out blood together and be blood brothers".  I saw exacto knives and knives around the house and I never touched them because I was weirded out by them, mainly by the exacto knife.  The razor blade.  All throughout growing up and high school I had an aversion to box cutters, exacto knives, and razor blades.  Now I know it's because of the 'box cutters in the world' who cut me.

But Mykal Holt and her Nigerian friend thought it was cool to lie about me and say I held up a knife.  What a cruel and unforgiveable thing to do to someone they knew was abused.  I never held up a knife against anyone but it would have been too weird to me.  I didn't even touch a box cutter until someone told me to use one at CTR one day.  I was too afraid to even touch it.  I already knew how sharp it was and I was afraid if I even touched the handle, it might cut me.

God damn this country to Hell.

For what you've done to me, for what you've done to my son, and for cutting up my mother and father too.  God damn you to Hell.

This post is very long because I'm writing about being cut up by the U.S. and how they then forced me to babysit for all of their federal employee brats.

What a winning combo.

I get to be cut up and tortured as a baby and toddler, and a slave for feds too.  Then after I babysit their kids my whole life, they steal my son from me.  Does anyone really like the FBI at all?  Or the CIA or military?  They really know how to show an American kid a good time, from rape and torture as a baby to slavery for federal employees, to assassination attempts to microchip implantation, to more slavery, to extraordinary rendition, to false arrests in jail, to toxic overdose, to ruining a singing voice, to kidnapping my son, to murdering my other son...

"It's too late"

Kate Middleton should be in prison over what she did to my mother.  No, it's not too late to put that bitch behind bars.

Back to my parents, what I've described in all of this, is what kinds of things the U.S., UK, and Canada did to MK Ultra kids.  Some of those kids were the lucky ones that got perks and nice jobs and that's about 1%.  The rest were tortured with no end in sight.  I know my parents had horrible things done to them.  Since it's CIA and Army, I believe my parents were recruited into either agency. 

When I left the country, they were under pressure to have me do things that were against my best interests. I am not sure who told them to do all of these things, but it was starting back further, to my homework being stolen, and being "grounded" for "months", told to wear ugly mascara, pressured to date or marry young; and then it got worse when I was back from New Jersey because the Thebaults had decided to fully align with Middleton.  Oh.  You didn't know Thebaults and Middletons knew eachother?  Well, they did.  The Middletons knew Maiers and later Bechtolds and they knew Thebaults.  Kargmans were also figuring in.  I got back and then I was pushed to be a dental assistant or take a job doing "gross" things (in my opinion).  I was then made fun of by Barb Greenman.  It just showed a cycle of people telling my parents what to do with me, and never speaking to me directly.  The federal employees all treated my parent like they were my agents.  No one asked me to work for them, I was told I was working, through my parents.

It was basically like being government property that federal employees took turns to "rent".  I was the "netflix".  So that's what MK Ultra had been "good for" up to that point:  conditioning me to be 'cheap labor' for federal employees.  I was even discouraged from going to college even though it was in my best interest to go.  When I finally said I was going for English, my Dad was happy about it.  However, all along the way, I was rented out to one federal family after the other. 

I have never worked for anyone that was not working for the U.S. government.  I tried to file a tax statement to stay out of trouble and was retaliated against.  From that point I was pushed out of work, and then when I was moving to TN, in 1995, to "sing", Mike Nichols hijacked my car and I was implanted with more microchips.  From that point on, University of Utah and Bain was involved in controlling me as Cornell and military. I've already talked about this part though, so I'll skip ahead. I do think my Dad was detained because of the auto collision and I believe the VA forced him to sign papers to agree to have me implanted.  I always had the feeling he was in a meeting with someone and he was being forced to sign something.  I didn't know why I had that feeling, and my mother flew out to see me right away, but I was told my Dad was driving the car and would take longer and he'd take photos of the car.  I had a feeling he was forced to sign documents at that time.

The hospital refused to even stitch up my head, a major open wound, until days after I arrived.  They did the neck surgery and then they were just waiting on something.  I believe they were waiting on my Dad to sign something, and then they stitched up my head.

My Dad used to do something, to show me a lesson but I thought it was just a game.  He gave me "indian burns" and it was twisting around the wrist tightly so it "burned".  It was a game and I was supposed to withstand the burn.  He also played a game of "why are you hitting yourself?" and then he'd take my hand and, holding my hand, he'd hit me with my hand.  So he'd have me hitting myself but he was controlling it, and holding my hands just to say "you're doing it to yourself".  So while hitting me with my own hands he'd say, "Why are you hitting yourself?"  "huh? huh?  why are you hitting yourself?"  "Stop hitting yourself." 

So he showed me how someone can control your actions and then blame you for it.  I think the point of indian burns was what police do when they think they want to teach an "indian" a lesson--they twist handcuffs around your wrists.  For me, I was also burned in other ways. 

So I believe something was taking place where a permission was being signed, or contract, to have horrible things done to me from the point I left that hospital in 1995. 

For one thing, I remember being "wired" when I was a kid.  So it is nothing new the U.S. would try to track me and torture me from 1995-on.  What I mean by wired, is I think they put something in my arm during surgery when I broke my arm, but I also remember someone putting a thin wire into my ears.  I remember I was very little and I didn't like it because I had to "hold still" and I had an extremely thin sort of stiff wire, very slowly, gradually going into my ear.  At least one ear, and probably both.  But I remember being "wired" with something very clearly.  "Hold STILL"  now don't move...It wasn't Q-tips and it wasn't at a doctor's office.  It was a private wiring, as in, U.S. sponsored MK Ultra wiring.  I feel like I was around 4 years old.  It was anywhere between age 2 and age 8.  If it was in a doctor's office, I guess it wasn't surgery or an exam.  It was my head being held in one place so I didn't move and then told to be still as a wire was going into an ear.

So like I've said, this country is a piece of shit.

I was forced to work for microchip people after I was implanted with more 'stuff' in 1995.  I was then being targeted for torture on a regular basis. 

I've said most of this already so skipping ahead, when I left, I was upset with my parents for telling me to give my son up for adoption.  "God has other plans for you" my Dad said.  Either he came up with it, or the FBI and military did.  The only other thing prior to having my son was being date raped by federal employees and having police defame me and my lawsuits obstructed by deliberate torture of me.  What "other" plan would there be.  I didn't realize then that there was something very wrong with even some of my older friends, like the Maiers.  I didn't know how they were involved but there was something wrong.

Something was going down before we ever moved out of Moses Lake.  In the last year, about the time Barbara ran off of the road, and told us to put our clothes on, I kept asking Stephanie why her mother had told me to put my pants on.  I was just curious about why that came to Barbs mind and why she kept saying this to me, in an agitated state, repeatedly.  After that, I wasn't invited over to the Maiers house as much and Karin from Canada was making plans with her Canadian MK Ultra family, to move in and club with Rob and Marty Fallon.  I didn't know why I wasn't going over there as much, but felt sad about it, and Stephanie didn't want me to go but then we did. 

"Put your pants on Cameo".

"Stephanie?"

"What?"

"Why did your Mom keep telling me to put my pants on?"

"I don't know...Cameo, she was upset."

"Yeah, but she was telling me to put my pants on.  She didn't tell anyone else to put their pants on.  She said, kiiiiids!  get dressed, and then when I said, "We already have our clothes on" and giggled, Stephanie shushed me and Barbara screamed, "Cameo, put your pants on!  Put your pants on!" and she was hysterical, just shouting whatever came to her mind as we went off the road into a snowy ditch that was like the ditch Mike Nichols steered to before yanking the wheel back to flip the car.

So the weird thing is, when I little and JR and Summer were being babysat by my Mom, his parents knew Middletons.  What I remember about JR is that he was playing "doctor" and then I told him to put his private part on mine.  I said, "No! Not like that, it's not hard."  I knew, as a very young kid, about a man's private part touching mine, and feeling "hard".  How would I know this unless I was sexually abused by the U.S. federal government like I said.  We had no porn, no movies, and it wasn't an idea, it was that I had knowledge by personal experience that it was supposed to feel "hard".

Thanks to the Middletons.

When my parents are pressured to lie about me, they have been lying for federal employees for a very long time, and it's never been to my benefit.  I have never profited or benefited from my parents and what they do.  Instead, other families have, as mine is tortured to keep us in line.

Now that I think about it, when I went with the Maiers to Seattle once and had $10 to spend, why, of all the things I could have bought, did I want to buy a bottle of water that sprayed out liquid?  I mean, "Cameo put your pants on?"

Maybe since I questioned Stephanie about it and my invitations dwindled, and since I wrote in a diary and one of them probably got into it and read it or knew what was there, maybe someone was worried about "something" surfacing that was very "MK Ultra" and involved kids taking off clothes and realizing what a man's private part is like, aroused.

It's something even Stephanie might want to cut someone over.  Maybe it's even something Karin's Canadian-French connections would agree to want to kill over, arrange something with Robin, and get a Catholic guy to do it who knew Karin or Bechtold or had that Middleton contact.  I thought Joy didn't want me to see her Dad because she was jealous of me for some reason when all I wanted to do was sincerely wish him well, but maybe she knew I'd questioned about the pants being off so long ago and wondered why I wanted to see him in person. 

I know Stephanie REALLY loves her Nordstrom shopping and Barbara bought cosmetics by the 3 full bags with handles full, and by the time she invited me to her wedding shower in Seattle, she didn't care if my son was taken away from me.  Have at it "pants down" CPS people.  Of the gifts I was given by Stephanie in Moses Lake, it was postcards from European vacations, a small solid marble trinket box in the shape of Granny's French rose and violet candies before those disappeared, with a light flower design on the top, like the tin from the candies (a Granny Stephanie never met supposedly), and an enamel lipstick case to slide over a lipstick (just like a condom) that had a blond woman with curly hair (looking like Christina Ricci in "Legend of Sleepy Hollow"...theme:  heads will roll) and a bunch of adoring minstrels and suitors around her.  I said, "What is it?" and she said, "It's a lipstick case".  She grabbed it and showed me, taking out a lipstick and sliding the case over to say, "See, it keeps your lipstick together".  These were gifts her mother helped her pick out.  A small empty marble box in the shape of Granny's once treasured rose and violet French pastilles, which she said the stores didn't carry anymore, and a lipstick case to keep my lipstick together, with a woman sitting on a bench and a bunch of men in a group around her.  The whole gang bang crew I guess. It was too heavy for most lipsticks, and used to roll around underneath the lipstick if you picked it up.   That lipstick case was the size and shape of the pad of skin on my hand which I show a cut across in this post.  It was oval and exactly as long as my scar.

I remember my mother wasn't very impressed or interested.  She saw them, shrugged and said, "hmm".  Or "That was nice of Stephanie".  I gave Stephanie a lot of emotional support and since I didn't have any money, I gave her some pink hairpaint to streak her hair with, and a pair of jean shorts I was sewing patches on.  It really hurt my feelings when she didn't want to take the patches shorts home with her.  When Stephanie opened up the hairpaint, one of my very long red hairs was entwined around the wand that was in a swirl shape.  She pulled the hair out and said, "Is this USED?"  (oh yes my dear and now we all know who you've been working for, don't we darling).  I had sincere and good intentions.  My thoughts were pure about trying to sew patches onto a pair of ripped up jean shorts for Stephanie to wear.  But now, in hindsight, it is rocking hilarious.  It is like God knew what she really should be wearing.  So she unwound this hair of mine and held it up and it was twirled and pink.  She was at my house that day, which was unusual.  She then said hi to my Mom and made a condescendingly sweet comment about "Oh Mrs. Garrett...your pink curtains."

Stephanie's family is likely a source of my child sex abuse.  They're pervs.  So look at what pervs do when they work in federal contracts and want to screw you over because they don't like you anymore or feel too worried about something surfacing.  They try to kill you.  And then they pretend to be friends as they invite enemies to observe you and your son and then try to have your son taken from you, and even better, have you tortured too.

So guess who stole my diaries that has this information?  Mormons, that are Mormon just like Stephanie Maiers.  Who live in Seattle, like Stephanie, and who was connected to Canada through her partner.  Not only did Shannon Borg know who Stephanie was, she knew Mike Tancer. 

So, for the record, I was never around Barbara Maiers without my pants on.  Not as a teenager.  But as a baby or toddler, it's very possible.

Stephanie made a point, after all the years of not seeing me, and getting closer to Bechtold and Australia contacts, and Middleton and Karin's FBI and Canada, to have me sit next to a "social worker" who worked for CPS in Seattle.  That was her "place setting" for me, and I did not miss the smirk on her friends face and the look they exchanged between themselves as she did this.

My place setting for her, is in bum jeans with patches on them and I did it with a sweet heart too. 

I didn't understand any of this, and just thought my parents were inexplicably cruel when they were telling me to take a guilty plea for something I didn't do, after I'd reported the FBI.  We were not hardly speaking and I got so upset I said I was taking my Dad's name off of my son's birth certificate.  I had his social security number revoked, and then I said something to my Dad about mabye taking his name off.  My mother was brainwashed by Patty Otterbach and Barb Greenman who were telling her I was the cause of my parent's separation and to say she didn't love me anymore.  That was a line from a story we read in Margaret Atwood or Nancy McCusker's class in high school, from Emily Dickinson and was a poem I wrote a paper about.  "Love is..."  I had no clue at all who the Middletons were and SHE, Kate, was brought into it after I wrote my paper as if I'd written a snotty paper about Middleton or was challenging her.  She would have been about 9 years old at the time.  Who knows, maybe by then someone thought she was psychic, or pretty, or had some attribute they thought was going to advance their cause. 

When I left for Canada, I left everyone behind.  Since my parents were mad at me, and also probably tortured sometimes by others, they had motive to keep lying for people they have always lied for.

I have PTSD obviously, from actual trauma and unbelievable events...mild PTSD.  There is nothing wrong with me.  I have no personality disorder, drug habit or addiction or anything I try to stay away from because I think I have a problem with it.  I have no mental illness.  What I have, is something that would go away and does, when people quit lying and when this country stops torturing me.

The crimes against me and my son are extraordinary.  This country needs to figure out where its priorities are and do the right thing because it's the right thing, not because they're getting sex out of it.  I am not a citizen and my son is not a citizen until and unless we see proof that our rights are honored as are the rights of other citizens.

If I see equal treatment, and return of my son, and no torture, then I can say, "I am a citizen" or "The U.S. considers me to be a citizen".  So far, the U.S. has treated me and my son worse than slaves in North Korea.  We have a right to have our petition for political asylum honored and I have a right to be validated.
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Updated:  4/26/2013

The other thing I remembered today, when looking at solid silver, is that my mother's entire set of solid silverware was stolen from our house in Moses Lake, WA.  She had an entire set, and I believe it was from Granny, but Granny also had a set too and when I would visit her, her silverware was disappearing a few at a time.   Someone was stealing Granny's silverware gradually, but my Mom's silverware, this set I really loved as a kid, was stolen all at once.  They were not silver plated but solid silver.  There were some larger serving forks and things too, but mostly I remember how upset my Mom was when the silverware was gone.  There were a few things there, something else was there to eat with, but mostly it was at one time period.  I was old enough to remember and be accustomed to using the same silver by that time, I think, so I must have been between age 6 and age 13 but I am pretty sure it was when I was around age 7-11 or so.  So then, it is sort of odd that Alvaro's Colombian friends were just giving me a box of steel silverware for an engagement present.  It wasn't silver, it was steel.  Later, one time after this, when I was a few years older, my mother took me with her to "look at silverware" at a thrift shop.  My mother said to the store owner, "I'm looking for silver eating utensils...spoons, forks, and knives"..and my mother took me to several places, scouring bins of silverware for "solid silver".  I looked with her, and picked out some pieces and held them to her for inspection.  I think my mother was reinforcing for me how our own solid silver was stolen from us.  I said, "How do I know if it's silver?" and she said, "It's usually heavier, and it turns color with age so you have to shine it up".  We had silver polish under our kitchen sink for years, and I remember as a kid, because it was used for our silverware.  We also had copper polish.

Then it was odd when I was working for Lorraine Rose and she wanted me to polish all of her silverware for hours, which I did.  She specifically made me polish and repolish and polish again what she called her "fish plate".  It was a plate with scales all over it.  Solid silver and round, and in a scales, like fish scale, pattern.  It was hard to clean because of all the scales that were raised and then had recessions inbetween...every scale maybe an 1/8th apart so tons and tons of scales and I had to scrub inbetween every single one of them.  Then she'd make me do it again.  And then she'd say she didn't like it and do it again.  And finally, then she'd set up in the highest place in her kitchen, above my head so I had to get a chair to reach it.  Then she'd tell me to take it down and polish it even when she hadn't used it.  Pretty much every week after she decided to wanted to put the fish plate on display.  She got new dishes too, and I dropped and broke a bunch but none of it was intentional or being careless. I wasn't doing it bc I was tired of polishing silverware or for any motive.  They were thinner so they slipped out of hand, where her other plates didn't as much.  She ended up getting nervous after I broke so many.  Then she accused me of  breaking her plates on purpose or something by saying, "I am thinking of deducting $300 from your paycheck to pay for my dishes that you broke".  I was shocked.  She kept saying this.  "If you break one more dish, I'm going to have you pay for it."  "You've broken too many of my dishes and I think you can pay for a new set."  She said, "Each one of these plates costs one hundred and ??? (something) dollars".  They were solid white round plates.  I said, "I'm not trying to break them."  and I think I also said, "I don't think it's fair to charge me for breaking any of them because I'm not being careless."   Anyway, not to get onto that tangent.
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As for Stephanie Maiers, she was in my first grade class in school.  But we had moved to the neighborhood area she lived in, years earlier.  I didn't visit Stephanie at her house in 1st grade so the only time I would have been around Barbara with my "pants off" was before kindergarden, and most likely between the ages of 2 and 5.  Which is the age frame the U.S. likes for sexually abusing children.  When I was that young, before age 5, the Maiers had no boys in their family so I wouldn't have had my pants off for a boy my age. 

I also witnessed Pamp Maiers watching me skinny dip with his kids from their window once when I was a pre-teen or I guess teen, because I was at Jr. high at that time. It was dark in the kitchen, and I saw him clearly. Stephanie said they wanted to skinny dip in their pool in the middle of the night so I thought no one would be out there.  They had a "curly slide" we were even going down, nude, and then I sensed someone watching and looked and it was Pamp Maiers at the window, with a glass of water, watching.  He didn't seem bothered that I noticed and I don't think I even told Stephanie because I was too embarrassed to tell her.  He saw me see him watching.   I remember the other reason I didn't say anything to Stephanie is because I was shocked to think she set it up.  I thought this, at that time, because it happened after I asked Stephanie why her Mom had kept screaming at me to put my pants on and was telling us to put our clothes on and get dressed.  That was in the winter.  I asked her questions and wrote about it in my diary.  Then that summer, one time I stayed the night, Stephanie dragged me outside with Christina and said let's go skinny dipping and they kept pressuring me to.  I took off my suit in the pool but then they were telling me to get out of the pool and walk around to the slide and go down the slide naked.  I was too self-conscious and didn't want to.  Christina and Stephanie didn't quit, and then they said if they did I had to and no one would see.  Finally I did and that's when I saw Pamp Maiers at their kitchen window and I believe he was taking a photo.  I saw him lift his hand up to eye level and then down.  It was lit up outside by the pool with bright lights so you wouldn't have needed a flash.  I remember then Stephanie did something that bothered me because it made me think she had known her Dad was there so I wondered why she want her Dad to see both me and his own daughter naked.  I thought this because I had seen her looking over at the kitchen window many times first, while telling me to go down "the curly slide" (as they called it).   By October, my birthday, she was giving me a lipstick case that slid over a lipstick and had a woman with curly blond hair on it.  My Dad was already commuting to Oregon by then and we moved the next Spring.

So I was embarrassed and I also thought she and Christina had deliberately set me up to be exposed to their Dad.  I thought at first maybe he'd had a glass of water, but the other thing was, there were 2 men there that night.  Pamp had visitors and guests sometimes and another guy was there.  I saw Pamp's face so I knew it was him and he was glaring.  He didn't look happy. 

It was after this, that I basically hardly visited them again and we were moving.  Karin from Canada was moving right in on my heels and someone had photos of me naked.

Now that I think about it, it actually was possibly deliberate.  If someone worried about what I wrote in my diary, about Barb screaming to have kids get dressed, and telling me to put my pants on, maybe they wanted to degrade me.  Then they could show it to others and even to my Dad or Mom and humiliate me. It is the only time I ever thought Stephanie had set me up to do something for her parents.  I remember I had a bad feeling about when I did it. 

Later when Stephanie visited me in Sherwood, Oregon, she was upset I talked to Robin more than her while we were in the pool and outside and she said I hurt her feelings and she'd become very good friends with Monica now.  She told me she was better friends with Monica now, than she was with me and she went back to Moses Lake complaining.  The assassination attempt against me was after that visit, by Tony Roos. Who has a PLUM job in construction-transportation by the way. I already had problems with Robin because he was distraught I wouldn't be his girlfriend.  In the middle of his constant efforts to get my attention and visiting, Stephanie was ignored.  So right after that, I was being run off the road to be killed, about 6 months after her visit, or less.

The Maiers had all of their contracts with the United States government.  He builds highways for the U.S. government and his entire construction company profits are supported by federal money.  Barb had been married to "Sellen", the owner of Sellen Construction in Seattle, WA, which is another major company that has received government contracts.  She divorced and married Pamp and they started Pamp Maiers construction.    For the last three decades, all of the money from construction is coming from the U.S. feds.  That's not to mention what other business they may have under the table.  When Karin got close to Fallons, she got close to doctors who observed me after an arm surgery, and then she sidled up to Stephanie and went with them, as the "ambassador for Canada" on yacht trips in Seattle.  I was never invited on any of the Maiers vacations, except for one short one to Wyoming.  The Maiers took Karin with them everywhere and Stephanie told me her mother LOVED Karin.

What was my Dad going to say, about an assassination attempt, if Pamp and other U.S. federal employees and contractors had photos and evidence of my Dad coaching me on how to make Mr. Maiers' penis hard?

(Hexavalent chromium poisoning, by the way, is commonly found in the construction industry because it is construction companies that use hexavalent chromium, not just the Army.  Why is no one doing a lab on my mother's chrome sores?  Because of a massive federal conspiracy?  Hexavalent chromium is a primary chemical used in making cement, and that is what Maiers construction focused on in building roads.  By 2006 the U.S. federal government was giving them the contract to build a federal prison too.) 

So as I've said, later, when I was in high school--having no idea about my being raped or abused as a kid, Canada connections for MK Ultra were encouraging U.S. and Canadians or whoever, to take my virginity, and then later when I was being set up for repeated premeditated rape, gang rape, by U.S. federal employees, the U.S. was already "used" to having their way with me.

They believed if they raped me and the feds were involved then, they could rape me later all they wanted, and no one was going to defend me.

Inbetween raping me they were trying to kill me.  The U.S. lied and kidnapped my son to use him the same way they used me.  So this is what happened to me before I was supposed to remember:

1.  rape and sexual molestation
2.  deliberate head injury (when I was born, which is why I had jaundice for 3 months)
3.  multiple cuts with a razor (probably as part of the "don't tell" aspect of being raped by FBI, and other federally contracted men):  on my wrists, face, and hands.  I remember being cut.
4.  hypnotized (some of this later too, which I did remember)
5.  Given LSD (I remember one time only)
6.  Possibly forced into closets and dark spaces and held in isolation (I don't remember, but some of my actions later, indicate it might be possible)
7.  Possibly I was wired through an ear.  I remember having my head held in one place and a very thin wire that was long, being gradually inserted into my ear.  I remember a man, some strange man or my Dad, doing it.  However, this is a tenuous memory and I don't know why I think this happened or remember this.  My Mom had those bulbs you have for sucking in fluid, a medical bulb, for ears or nose or whatever, but it wasn't that and it wasn't an ear exam with a tool for looking into the ears witha light.  I had a memory of a thin wire going in and being told to hold very still.

All of these things, except LSD, were done before age 3.  I was still cut after age 3 and I was given LSD after age 3, around 6 years old maybe.  The U.S. never quit their MK Ultra program and they took advantage of every single person they "invested" in later.  What I witnessed being done to my son Oliver, is the exact same thing the CIA and U.S. Army did to me.  This country is guilty of kidnapping Oliver through criminal activity.

I know my Dad was involved in the sexual assault of me.  I don't mean I know my Dad did something himself, but he was involved in telling me "how to do it" for other men.  When I had something triggered from my subconscious it wasn't, "You're too soft", it was "He's not hard yet.  He's soft."

So when my Dad told me later, as I was growing up, that I had a "soft heart", some of the language used around me to refer to an innocent and pure idea of a soft heart, was being used as a mask over the use of "soft" and "hard" for male genitalia.  I did have a "soft heart"--I cried easily or felt sympathic for people and animals, but I also notice now, as an adult how it went from "soft" and "hard" to "soft heart".  I mean, very clever CIA.  Very disgusting and very clever.  It's not like they don't instruct their programmers what to say and how to cover up for their state-sponsored and funded crimes.

I know that Kate Middleton's family is connected to JR and Summer Williams.  I think their last names were Williams.  My mother was having to babysit them and she didn't want to do it.  Those kids had also been sexualized by the U.S. government.  I found Summer trying to introduce things to my brother.  It was like Sheri Sainsbury before Sheri, who was showing up at my house to fondle me and talk to me about "his hard dick" when that's not the kind of friend I was looking for when I was 11 years old. Her family was U.S. Army and that is who Mike Middletons contacts are with.  She stayed overnight one time at my house and never again.  The U.S. had turned into into a porn-trash-talking  kid and then wanted to expose me to her, after they first used HER in their own way by making her into the sexual linguist dirty talker and lesbo at 11.

I believe this follows the exact history of how the CIA and U.S. Army blackmail parents into doing what they want.  They got evidence of contribution to pedophilia on my Dad, and then they feel assured their secret "program" is safe and no one will talk.  The other U.S. federal employees and contractors, also feel safe, because they tell my Dad if HE tells on them, or tries to back out, they will tell on HIM.

This kind of control is exactly why my parents lie for the U.S. government.

My parents even lie and say they think I am mentally ill now,  because that's what the U.S. government wants from them, and they are blackmailed to give the U.S. what they want.  I don't blame my parents and I forgive them because I know they are MK Ultra victims themselves.  I believe they were blackmailed as kids.  They have been extremely important to the U.S.

My parents are Liars For A Living.  Like all spies and government employees who are involuntarily blackmailed, or who willingly get involved for idealistic reasons. 

I am very sure my Dad was raped too.  I never thought this before, but I am positive my Dad was raped as a kid, and maybe later, to put him in his place when the U.S. worries he might break down and talk.  For my Dad to "talk" means exposure to a huge network of pedophiles and federal government police, FBI, CIA and military.  High ranking.  It also includes men and women who do contract work for the government, like the Maiers.  The Maiers are involved with both drug trafficking (in my opinion) and federal contracts.