Spider Comes Back To Life & Kate Middleton's Pedophiles

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

However, I have an announcement to make:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A MOSQUITO did THAT?" 

"Yeah".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took it right out of her hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NO DUH.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is this "William" out of his mind?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come on KT, DANCE with me.

Suddenly we see your family for the shits they are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know Wenatchee knows I was electrocuted too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

I was electrocuted.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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