Torture Tonight At Women's Shelter & Persons Involved

One of the staff members is immediately involved.

I freaked out, completely freaked out over the phone to 911 after I was tortured again, at this shelter, and harassed. I started crying as I was describing all the things that have been done to my son which I have witnessed, by members of the Catholic church and in government positions, and how the U.S. has allowed these people to block investigations and reports. And then I screamed "God damn the United States of America" because it is being run by a corrupt Catholic majority who have allowed gross, very serious and gross violations of human rights to occur to both me and my son. Technically, I don't "damn" (curse) the U.S. as much as those who are running it corruptly and who have allowed these things to happen. I believe that when this kind of thing is allowed, the U.S. gets set up to have innocent people bombed by other countries who know themselves what goes on and hear testimonies from me and believe me because they already know.

HOW can you expect other countries to give you respect if this country doesn't respect it's own citizens? Even ONE example of torture in the U.S., with someone as articulate and able to testify as myself, crying out over and over for U.S. intervention and accountability of the criminals, is ONE too many cases.

It is impossible to convince people in other countries that "America is Great" when they know something like this is happening to me and my son. They may not even like me at all--they may think I'm immoral or lazy, or rude, or just hate me for any number of reasons, and yet they believe me because they've already heard of other accounts from some of their own people. It's not like the U.S. is the only country with good intelligence. In fact, whereas in the past the capabilities of Mossad and the CIA have been touted, very recently, many, many, CIA agents have been canceled out by discovery, imprisonment, and a number of other things. Others have been enormous defectors.

Why does the United States have so many cases of recently discovered defectors? because they hear and know about stories like mine and for some reason they care and have a heart. They throw up, finding out what is happening and what has happened to me and my son. They have literally vomited. Some of the things done to me and my son are so beyond the scope of imagination for the normal American public, it is impossible to convince them about the magnitude of what's been done. But I know someone has seen or watched some kind of documentation and obtained some kind of report and they vomited. They vomited because it has been so shocking who is involved and so degrading. They know what has been used and how often. They know everything about it and when I and my son are the ones on the receiving end, there is nothing else to expect from me than a screamed and desperate cry for someone to investigate.

Harassment is no big deal. Torture is and they are doing nothing to stop it. It's laser and it's pulsed.

There is no security there even though they have a metal detector, it doesn't work. It only works for objects that are about the size of a laptop. I walk in with my metal cell phone, pocket change and any number of metal objects, any time, and it never goes off.

My brother said, "How are you being tortured if you can leave?" and I said, "I can't leave when I have been forced out of work and housing and then someone is torturing me at the only place where I can sleep at night."

I went to a hotel to write about this and it started happening here. I wrote the names down and descriptions of persons around when it happened and I'll mention them later.

It is easy to know where I would go and blog when I have been leaving my own laptop behind and using only libraries and hotels. There are not a lot of hotels in the area actually. Very few.

I will go back to the women's shelter simply to write down some more of the names of women who are there who have done things to me and who work as psychics for different people.

The staff knows what is going on and they are allowing it. Maybe not all the staff, but several there do know. I don't know if this shelter is working in tandem with the federal government because they get monies from them, but it's not strictly a religious shelter.

Twice I've had internal bleeding after eating something there, when someone poisoned my food, and it wasn't medications. There is no medication that causes bleeding like that. I wasn't on my period and it was internal bleeding that manifested from both "spots", not just vaginal and not just rectal. It caused cramping in my stomach and then bleeding.

One time after it happened I was then at a temp agency (which I've already mentioned) which is connected to London and Europe actually, and the people there were making references about it as if they knew. How should they know?

Both times that I had internal bleeding after food given to me at the shelter, I had the same woman who stays there as well, come down to the bathroom and stand around me. I wondered if she had something to do with it bc it was like she knew it had happened.

After one of the times when this happened, I had the white marks in my nails from it, and that's when I went to the ER and they didn't even do a blood test. I have saved these nail clipping for analysis with another government if the U.S. doesn't do it, through the request of a Protestant because that is the only way it will happen. I saved the sections with the white marks and let my nails grow longer before cutting them so I could show the before and after.

The internal bleeding from food at the shelter was minimal compared to what I experienced in Seattle, but it was still bad. It just wasn't 3-4 entire toilet bowls full of straight out bright red blood.

After I showed up in Seattle after extremely severe internal bleeding, dizziness and almost passing out, my lab was abnormally low for potassium and another important mineral. The BUN was normal. It wasn't abnormal until a few days later. A few days after I was poisoned and had the bleeding, I then received a cigarette with poison in it. My hypopigmentation occured after this happened and I still have the tip of my tongue burned from it. My lab that was done after this, just days after internal bleeding, showed an abnormally low BUN. It's usually 7-18 and mine was 4. Very low.

For an idea, I got this from a site online called "understanding lab tests"

"Low BUN levels are not common and are not usually a cause for concern. They may be seen in severe liver disease, malnutrition, and sometimes when a patient is overhydrated (too much fluid volume), but the BUN test is not usually used to diagnose or monitor these conditions.

Both decreased and increased BUN concentrations may be seen during a normal pregnancy.

If one kidney is fully functional, BUN concentrations may be normal even when significant dysfunction is present in the other kidney."

I wasn't pregnant and I wasn't malnourished as I had been eating well and I hadn't had too much water. I was eating and drinking normally. It's a very uncommon condition and my BUN level was extremely low. Some other things besides "severe liver disease" (which can't be the case when my BUN levels were fine a week earlier could be...

Internal bleeding.

First the BUN increases and then it lowers after the damage sets in. It specifically relates to internal bleeding:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BUN-to-creatinine_ratio

It was a Catholic Asian man who tried to kill me in Tacoma with arsenic poisoning. He was Catholic, they had Mary stuff in their car, and Mary icon stuff all over the Vietnamese restaurant we went to. He was fully Catholic and the Seattle FBI tried to cover for him.

Other things were done to me, and to my son. And Catholics within government agencies have blocked others from investigating.

I wasn't vegetarian then either. I was eating meat and I had a good diet and normal fluid intake. There is absolutely no natural explanation for why 1 week my CBC (complete blood count) would have a normal BUN one week and then extremely low, which is very uncommon, for no reason at all, but after my claims of poisoning and torture.

The other thing that can affect BUN is lasers. Which is maybe why the "laser doctor", the one who was working with CO2 lasers before med school, wanted to see me, out of curiosity. A BUN test "measures the levels of nitrogen in the blood." CO2 lasers affect nitrogen. Helium enhances lasers but carbon dioxide and nitrogen are the only gases required http://www.jarrodkinsey.org/co2laser/co2laser.html. Whether it's CO2 lasers or other kinds, they alter nitrogen in the human body.

Here is one example of BUN after arsenic poisoning, and the main thing they look for is renal function (which is what BUN is about): http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:7YYxOwaPK4IJ:eng.hi138.com/%3Fi282026_1_case_of_successful_treatment_of_acute_arsenic_poisoning_in_the_care_of_patients+BUN+after+arsenic+poisoning&cd=5&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us&source=www.google.com.

I don't know why there is space between the 2 3s because the guy otherwise writes his numbers correctly.

Here is another link, about arsenic poisoning symptoms and one symptoms is:
"Four people (3.8%) even presented with
‘‘bloody rice water’’ diarrhea." That's what I had. It wasn't even like blood, it was thinner and bright blood, and I didn't know until now that there is a description that exactly matches. It's from an article from Oxford: http://toxsci.oxfordjournals.org/content/103/2/278.full.pdf.

Here is the description of the hypopigmentation that happened to me:
"Within 5–15 days after admission, five people
(4.8%) developed red papular eruptions, scattered on the back,
buttocks, abdomen, chest and arms, and two people (1.9%)
exhibited fine bran-like desquamation of the skin mainly on
the trunk. hyperpigmentation, keratosis,"

My son and I both had this happen, and I know he was poisoned as I was.

Catholics in the FBI covered it up to protect fellow catholic members. And then they tried to push even harder for a diagnosis of a mental illness against me.

I also had prickly nerve sensations by the time I showed up at the ER at Harrison (several days after I was poisoned with arsenic).

Everything that I read about in this Oxford article is what I had symptoms of. It says if you had the "bloody rice diarrhea" it wasn't a fatal symptom like some other symptoms. But everything else followed.

Someone covered it up.

It was supposed to be sent to a lab in the midwest and someone kept it in Seattle.

The only reason they covered it up is because the people who did it were Catholic and followers of Mary. It was at a Vietnamese restaurant in Tacoma that had posters of St. Mary and Immaculate Mary all over the place, near the restrooms and in the back. The man was a young man, a "ninja" type. He was with an Asian gang and had a tattoo of a dragon on his arm. A large one. The only other food I took from anyone was from some guys with Australian accents, at the hostel in Seattle. It is possible they also added something to my food but it would have been an addition to what the first guy did. And I had wondered why international people were following me all over the place and interested in me.

However, all of the odd responses from people came after I had tasted the soup at the restaurant and set it aside. I went to the restroom and they cleared it away when I came back and he had high-tailed it out of the restaurant and I said, "Where is the soup?" and they had already taken it away and dumped it.

Why would they do this unless they were worried I had keeled over in the bathroom and they had to get rid of the evidence? He was already running to his car.

I remember there were a couple of nervous and worried people looking into the window when they walked by while I was there and it made me think twice about having more than one or two sips of the broth.

I had the bleeding at the hostel, but from what I've read, it's a delayed effect.

I had several other things happen to me as well, so it's no wonder that a former laser specialist was curious about me. And I have still been attacked with these things.

My son has suffered far more than I have.

What is odd is that other people, who were not Catholic, didn't want me to prove any of this at the time I had to prove what was being done. What was THEIR motive in concealing these things? Also, it was strange because I was then poisoned at an Irish pub in Seattle and the Irish woman was the one who led me to the hospital for the bleeding episode, after a black man took me someplace where there were hispanics watching what I ate as well.

I was then with a public defender at an all Catholic firm, except for him and they prevented me from getting my medical records and did all they could to keep everything concealed. I am finding further proof...While the first articles I looked up said high BUN can indicate arsenic, that's just at first. From everything I am reading, low BUN happens later. It indicates "Hepatic failure" or "cachexia". Hepatic failure is indicated by low BUN. All of my symptoms indicated I had been poisoned so the lab done in Seattle is not accurate. Someone lied. Then, ooooOOOPs! After claiming I was psychotic, I had another lab done and it showed the BUN was off and other symptoms. All someone had to do was eliminate "arsenic" from the hair sample and claim it didn't exist or they only looked for a certain kind of element and not the full range. It happened. I know it happened and I'll never forget it and I manifested the full range of symptoms, in the time order in which they are expected to occur.

It was attempted homocide. I was one step away from being in the fatal range. Not only that, something that someone gave me later may have taken away the proof of arsenic because after I had the poisoned cigarette that burned my tongue, right after the food and bleeding, I had this metallic taste in my mouth and then a burning sensation in my body (digestive tract) until this man gave me something to drink (I thought it was just a shot of whiskey but it stopped the process of burning).

Someone replicated the same thing with my son because then I saw him later and he had the same pigmentation changes on his body that happened with me after I was poisoned.

I need to grab something to eat.

Tonight, I was sitting in chapel while someone used technology on me and fried me and they put on another Kate Middleton movie. Someone has done this twice. The first time, they had a movie with a Kate M copy and about how they were almost divorcing until some man started writing encouraging letters and they played it in two parts leading up to the wedding. Then, tonight, they played the second half of a movie about a football team and then turned up the volume, WAY up high, when the part about how the woman who couldn't get pregnant (who was a Kate copy) finally got pregnant. The message wasn't even about God.

It was like the whole message was about Kate Middleton, first getting through troubles in relationship to be married and then it was about her conceiving and being pregnant. And why play it on the 1 month anniversary, basically, of her wedding? In the middle of the movie one of the characters said, "I have 4 minutes to say a Hail Mary" and I thought, "Why are they talking about Hail Mary in a supposedly christian movie?" Is it only Catholic oriented movie-makers that are coming up with these atrocious productions?

I didn't watch most of it. I read Proverbs instead. And I had an impression of some woman so angry (don't know who) that it was very vivid in my mind. She was ripping and tearing fabric. Maybe it was paper but it was more like she was tearing out clothing of some kind. Furious or looking for something and tearing things over and over. I almost thought she was looking for something after I thought she was just mad. She felt betrayed and I thought maybe it was about a man and some other woman. It didn't look like plain white. It was more colorful material. I thought, "She thinks he is really, really in love with her and maybe he is."

This is the least of my concerns. My concern was that I was sitting there and being fried. I looked behind me and the only person who was there was the French Caribbean woman and she had been behind me the night before when it happened. Then, she is also in my dorm and it's happened a couple of times there, it's a different dorm and I've had some problems with that group, with someone using something there. She has a bunk immediately next to mine and then there is a woman who is former military who lied to me and said she was "Presbyterian" after first telling me she was Catholic before I started talking about what's been done to me by this group, again. There are some other women there now too. Ashley Talit (sp?), Kathy Bussy, Anna Cruz (who is either Mossad or UK or giving info to more than one group), Colleen Noble (nodding off to Anna Cruz and a few other women prior to and on the day of the wedding). I will go back there just to get the other names. One I had in my Bible and then the woman changed her name and I noticed, and I can't find the original one she was going by.

Hepatic failure following arsenic poisoning:

1. emedicine.medscape.com/article/1174215-overview
2. www.unep.org/Geo/geo3/english/503.htm
3. m.arupconsult.com/Topic_ArsenicPoisoning.htm

The only other thing that low BUN can mean is not eating right, and I was eating well. I had fasted a short fast maybe ? but I don't really think so. I don't believe I was fasting then, but maybe I did a one day fast. I don't think so. The only thing that explains it is renal failure and this is another reason why they didn't want to do a CBC in Tennessee and find out.

Illegal Use of Technology & Harassment in Nashville

Old Cameo from 2010:

Would say, "I had better not report what is going on, because they are saying they're going to give me a job or help me, so I'd better just keep my mouth shut about the other stuff."

New Cameo from 2011:

Says, "You are pieces of shit if you think it is okay to lure me to your place of business, not to really offer me anything at all, and instead do something for yourselves. Anyone who does this or who is doing something illegal on the side is not your friend and it is highly unlikely that they will be giving you any work, so report away."

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So here goes.

I was told I would get work through a temp agency and that there were a lot of great jobs. So with this in mind, I owuld normally hope this is true and I wouldn't do anything to screw up an opportunity, esp. when I've been blacklisted as it is.

Which is what I've done. I've allowed others to literally use me for nothing more than bets and predictions about where I will go and what I will do. They have zero intention of giving me work. They are having more fun, following me around as if I am a lab rat in a maze. And they think that while they do this, and engage others, that it is okay to use military and medical technology in conjunction with their predictions, because harming someone is always nice when you want to direct someone or have them go in the direction any normal person would go, if they were being harmed.

I have no clue if these people are trying to tell others that they just have psychic people or if they are even letting others "in" on what they are actually doing, to facilitate their goals of having me go here and then there.

This is supposed to be amusing, and amazing, and research material for a lot of inhumane assholes.
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Here was how the stage was set for the latest game. And if there are a few innocent people caught up with the assholes, I believe it because I believe even if there is one with good intentions, others would try to create problems.

I was at the YMCA a few days ago.

This woman came into the steam room with 2 other women, right after I had been in a sauna with this other woman.

Okay, so first I will bring up the sauna.

This woman was in the sauna when I went in and told me her story about how she had been a single mother with nothing and went up the ladder in business. I had a feeling she worked for government and then found out she did. She said she worked for the state. She pointed out these leaf earrings and said someone left them behind. They looked like earrings that Theo had tried to give me once, in Wenatchee.

So then I took the earrings with me after she left, to take to the lost and found when I was done in the lockerroom. I went to the steam room next because the sauna wasn't hot. When I was in, then these women came in and started talking about not having work. Then one spoke up and told me to go to the Robert Half agency at Regions on 15th and she had plenty of work for me. Her name is Emily.

So I thought she sounded sincere and I decided to get dressed and go there today.

I first had breakfast at the shelter, where I had only the milk (in a carton) and one pancake. I took a chance. I was bleeding the next time I used the restroom. I was offered coffee at the Robert Half agency, but I took it and then didn't drink any of it. So I know it wasn't from this agency and I wondered if someone had wanted me to think the bleeding was from the coffee. But I chose not to have any coffee.

So I was able to positively exclude the idea that it had anything to do with the coffee. What was odd was that some of the employees there, though, went to the bathroom when I was there and they started talking about food poisoning.

So backing up--All of my food was normal last night. I bought everything packaged. Took nothing from anyone. The only thing that was not packaged was water from a faucet at the Y, which I figured was okay. Then the next morning, I had only the pancake and milk. I used the restroom and everything was fine. Two hours later, after I'd been offered coffee and took it but didn't drink any, I was bleeding rectally and vaginally. With no bleeding before this incident. Something had caused my body to bleed.

But of course I'm not being poisoned and of course the FBI is doing their job.

Yeah, that Washington D.C. forensics team is just all over my case.

So then I thought, "Thank you God that I did not take that coffee because I would have assumed it was their coffee (Robert Half International's) and not have been able to narrow it down."

And I don't like to falsely accuse people, no matter what it's about.

When I was offered coffee, I said yes but could I go with her to the kitchen to watch it being poured?

Oh, by the way, since I started blogging about this, the overheating is happening. I am at the Starbucks off of West End right next to Rumba.

So I went to the kitchen with her and there were 2 canisters already full of coffee. A whole room of people on computers in the backroom. So I waited to see which one she took coffee from and if she drank it first. I wasn't going to drink it unless I saw her drinking it.

(By the way, someone just quit the overheating for some reason, about 5 or more minutes after I posted my location)

She didn't drink any of it so I took mine but I didn't drink even a sip and I tossed it out when I left to get something to eat before doing the computer testing.

This is the Robert Half International temporary agency off of Deaderick and 4th in downtown Nashville.

The person who was first there was named "Jenny" and she showed me how to register online and fill out the application. So I did this. I noticed a few things online being changed...like I would choose answers but then a few of them were changed to something else and I had to go back and correct them again. It was the same thing that happened last year when I tried repeatedly to fill out my college FAFSA online.

Aside from things kind of changing on me, nothing happened at first. Then a different receptionist sat there, and I don't remember her name. She wore a pink shirt under a black blazer and I think she was wearing a wig. It didn't really look like her own hair.

Oh, but I guess I should back up again.

This morning, at the shelter, someone had set out this Dr. Pepper and one blue and black glove of a young child, and something else and I thought it was sort of odd. Every now and then someone is putting out this weird stuff to be symbolic and I guess the purpose is to try to claim the course of the day tied in with some prediction or something. Totally nuts.

Then, everything thaat someone has wanted to bring up around me has been "doctor" this and "doctor" that, like a joke, but first, I got poisoned and bled this morning which was really great. No, I'm not going to the doctor.

I'm not going to the doctor until someone from Washington D.C. stops fucking around and gets serious about helping me and my son.

There are people from Washington D.C. here, but in my opinion, they're fucking around.

So anyway, I went to this temp place and I wouldn't have written anything if someone hadn't first used technology to torture. Not only that, it was specifically triggering different parts of my head. I could feel a pulse and sharp pain in specific parts of my head and this is not normal for me.

First the computer data was getting screwed up. Then I was sitting there and the back of my head started getting very sharp pulsing pains and it wasn't headache. It was fucking assholes.

If someone is facing the back of my head, it was the left side near the base of the skull first. About midway down the head, to the left side. A very specific part and this is not even a part of my head that hurts with migraine or any kind of headache. It was totally different.

I let it happen a few times and then finally looked behind me and this receptionist was standing up looking at me and sat down quickly but I don't know if it was smokescreen for something else. However, this black woman with the pink shirt was the only one facing me. Behind her, however, was a very large window with a lot of buildings behind it. Still, how would she know how to stage surprise at the same time that this was happening to me?

After someone literally did this to me, to the back of my head on the left side, then I told her I wanted to move to a different computer and she wanted to know why. She was almost fishing for me to give details and I just said, "I just had a few problems with this one and I was distracted by what was in my peripheral vision (implying her)". So then I asked to go to a different computer on the opposite wall and for some reason, they didn't want me using any of the computers on the opposite wall.

She specifically told me to go to this other one and sat me down there, where nothing happened to the left side back of my head, but instead, some fuckers did something that triggered the right side. It was right side and more on the top of the head, not in the back at all. It was something that could have been done from a birds eye. I started getting blurry vision. At some point my vision was blurring and something else was happening to me.

These FUCKERS are not getting away with this anymore.

Period.

Your time has come. Which means I am immediately reporting what is going on and I am not deluded into believing I am getting work when you are having too much fucking fun messing around with innocent lives, including my life and my son's life.

I asked where the Robert Half International agency was headquartered and I asked because when I went in, there was a huge poster of Rome, Italy on the left side and then Chicago, IL on the right side.

This was after running into some other woman downstairs who had on a Catholic medallion and she seemed nice and then I was upstairs and wondered where the company originated, even though I know there are probably people hired from all kinds of backgrounds.

But I went back to Emily because she's the one who first suggested I go there.

I could tell, half the time I was there, there were people trying to predict or guess what I was even putting down on the application.

I was told there were a lot of jobs and I saw all these postings for work, and being told I was given work, should be tempting enough to keep me from talking.

It's worked in the past, hasn't it?

Any kind of false idea or incentive to get me to keep my mouth shut when you're doing nothing but shitty things to me.

Why would I take a job from a company that does this to me on the first day I am there anyway? Who knows who I would be "temping" for...Oak Ridge? CIA squats? or some kind of International Asshole?

Oh sure, I can hardly wait fuckers.

I should have stood up for myself in this same way, on the first day I went to public defender's offices in Wenatchee and was being fried. It was totally different, but it was still a warning sign. But what was I to do? I was at the mercy of the system right? and the only way I could get help might be to take it as a warning sign and then accept whatever they might give me in exchange for my silence.

Look at how it has turned out for me.

The fuckers get away with fucking with me for years.

SO FUCK YOU.

I swear by God that you will not be laughing when this begins to happen to your own children, because it's coming. Your children will be the lab rats.

So no, Emily, Jenny, and whatever your name is, I don't want a job through the Robert Half International agency.

My favorite part was sitting in the little back office as she interviewed me (Emily), and watching as she hesitated and stared at the pen I had in my hand which had "Free Will Baptist" on it. Free Will.

For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling to myself at that and then she said, "You don't have to do anymore of the computer testing. It's not working right now anyway."

DAMN RIGHT it's not "working"

Someone else will be echoing these same sentiments:

"It's not working."

So then I had people following me to the next place I went. I was told by the temp agency that I had so much experience I would qualify for something higher up than admin.

I "remembered" to add my job as a fucking CEO for a student services group at a community college.

I was supervisor for over 10-15 students and employees and I had the ultimate decision in who I hired. I hired a combination of international and U.S. born students and we had a great year. I have more brains and potential than half of these assholes out there and I've had fuckers try to steal EVERYTHING from me.

Not anymore.

I never understood what my father meant when he said, when I was a kid, "Cameo, you have more natural talent in so many different areas, than anyone else I know."

He used to say, "Do you know what talent is? It's a gift from God."

I never got it. I never thought this, or believed it, or understood it, until I was in my 30s and realized I did have more natural talent than most of the people I had even met in my lifetime. And I never knew it or reached my potential because others DID notice and wanted to take it from me.

He used to say, "You have musical talent, and athletic ability, and you're smart, and you're beautiful too." And another thing he used to say, "And you have a tender and soft heart."

This is a travesty that my son and I have been attacked by a bunch of half-brained idiots. That's the real "half" here. That jealousy and fear have motivated others to do these horrible things and try to convince others that it is somehow worthwhile.

Now, I am not very beautiful. I no longer have my beautiful singing voice either. And this is not because God took these things away. This is because jealous assholes went after me with stakes.

And you are the losers. All of you who follow these pitiful games and have NO moral backbone and ZERO independence, you are LOSERS until you fucking stand up straight and think about what you are going to do with your lives. Is this what you are going to teach your children? How to be like you? Then this world will end in war.

My son was showing signs of even higher intelligence than I have. He was far smarter than any kid I've seen or been around, and excelled past all milestones, into the genius category. And some fuckers got fucking JEALOUS.

FUCK YOU.

Your children will never have half the brains or talent than any child of mine will have. And you can't stand the thought. They won't have half of the backbone or near the pure values and humanity that I teach my children. Because you never spent your time developing this skill of parenting to begin with, because unlike me, you never even really cared.

So yeah. I was a CEO. I still fucking am. I am more of a director and leader than half of you lame-ass idiots who try to keep me out of work altogether. I am also an entrepreneur and have started my OWN business and done well, which is more than a lot of you can say for yourselves who pull on Daddy's purse strings.

Who cares if you make a lot of money in a business or company, if you've never done anything for yourself for once?

I may be down, but I am not down because I can't do anything.

The problem is, I can do too much. And this might damage what others want to do or suddenly put me into a different light which you can't fucking stand to be compared to.

I started, managed, and ran my own business while I was in college, and I took 20 credits of higher level (even grad) classes at the same time. And this was while I also single-handedly filed and led 2 major lawsuits against HUGE groups and kept them standing and sound for over 2 years.

All on my own.

THIS is what YOU are FUCKING AFRAID OF

Not only that, I made your accuontants and budget blimps look bloated. I did more with $5,000 than your fuckers did with hundreds of thousands. Made ja look bad didn't I?

I did this, after I was CEO for student services at a college, showing I was able to make sound decisons in hiring and retaining employees, and in planning events, and keeping everything on a tight budget. I also chose to put my hands into the work and not just supervise, even though my job allowed me to only supervise and direct.

I did some fucking data entry, by CHOICE, to be part of a team so don't say I am not a fucking team player.

What happened after this? some fuckers got me down and have used that chance to keep me down for good.

I don't want your fucking admin assistant, customer service, lousy retail and receptionist jobs. I am better than that and I deserve a job that pays well, and which does NOT involve fucking torture as part of the fucking application process.

Is THIS FUCKING CLEAR?

If I have to track down every single one of the last lousy asses that's involved in this, I will. You just keep me fucking unemployed and I will document every time you FUCK with me in any way or form.

And by the way D.C., I need someone who has experience in some fucking forensics. And a RICO team of lawyers and if some of you have to break off from the FBI to develop your own REAL company of real defenders, then that's what you should do.

Hurts doesn't it? The TRUTH fucking hurts.

There is a woman here, who was here when I got here, who I just get bad energy from. I guessed Israeli and she says Iranian. Her boyfriend came in and sat next to her. There is something wrong with her, in my opinion.

I took one look at her and said, "How long have you been visiting?" and she said she'd been in TN 10 years. I asked where she was from before and she said Indiana. Then I said, "You know people in D.C?" and she said yes. That's what I was getting. I wasn't getting "Indiana". I was getting Washington D.C. She could be anything, from south american to middle eastern, but I initially guessed israeli and she *said* iranian. I don't know if any of it is true. I DO know, that while I was sitting here, a few minutes ago, I had something triggering the top and right side of my head and sort of in the front and when I looked outside and was looking across I noticed they were both staring at me and found something very amusing.

I think they're fucked from now on, whoever they are.

When I sat down at the table, the one woman started talking to him about medical stuff, and asked what to prescribe someone to prevent seizures. They are in some kind of medical school, apparently. And something else on top of that. Intel of some kind. He looks like a boxer but I wouldn't assume anything. Just reminds me of one for some reason. Rocky and Lilah.

I looked up the name Lilah wondering what it means.

It's persian or arabic for "night"
it's also hebrew and a variant for "delilah"

I wonder who the Sampson is.

I didn't really believe she was Iranian. I don't know why. Maybe she is, but I felt she wasn't.
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As soon as I looked over at them, catching them watching me when the other stuff was happening, someone quit doing what they were doing. Why? because I am going to be fucking catching the people who are connected in any way.

It takes more than just someone initiating the torture. There are others who observe.

Let me guess. She wants to work for a research medical company. Or at a University hospital that does research. Just a fucking hunch.
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I gave my 2 pieces of ID to the temp agency and said I was interested in certain work, but my last interview was for nothing. I was told to go to an interview, through a DIFFERENT temp agency, that was out in the middle of nowhere and I made it anyway, because it was something I could easily do. I should have had the job no problem and I invested $24 for a taxi plus tip, just to get over to the interview.

I interviewed with someone who had gone to Vanderbilt.

It was almost like a set up and actually, some good homeless people were trying to tip me off about that but I never know who to trust.

I went anyway, and the guy set out some flyers that looked almost identical to flyers I have seen before, somewhere else entirely, and then I was quizzed. And then told I was "a complicated case". Then I was told the job was probably not a job afterall. I went out there for nothing and on the way there, I had the feeling it was going to be nothing.

But I went to the interview anyway, doing my part, and knowing that if there was an actual job, I would be able to do it with ease and do it well.

Do I write about my employers? No.

In fact, I don't believe I've written hardly ANYTHING about any of my past employers. Is this not true? I may not have always agreed and I'm sure there have been different conflicts but I have not, to date, ever written about past employers.

The only ones I have written about are ones who seriously went beyond the call of duty to fuck me over or who call me out to pointless interviews when they have no intention of hiring me in the first place. Oh, and torture, regardless of the incentive that could be next, doesn't fly with me.

I thought about the temp place today. That it could have been legitimate but that possibly someone else was trying to screw it up for me. I don't know.
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The one couple is leaving. Rocky and Lilah. And right before they left another 2 women came in who knew them. One in a fur leopard spotted vest and another in a white, grey, and black jacket with a brown tanktop. I could see the couple nodding off to the woman in the white, grey, and black jacket in the window reflection and the older woman in fur is proud of the "iranian" woman. I saw her looking over at the *iranian* woman and there was more than just a glance. It was some kind of pride, almost like a mother would have for her daughter.
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All of this makes me paranoid for a good reason. Seriously.

I have people watching what I choose to eat and everything.

And I have a good reason to be worried, when I'm bleeding in the toilet.

I have no health problem.

Then I was at Starbucks and ordered a short Americano but wanted to see it poured. I went around to watch and someone had two short cups set out in a row. I saw only one cup being placed there, not two. No one else had a short drink. So this barrista takes one of them and puts it under the hot water tap and hands it to me and I said, because I didn't see the shots poured, "Did you pour the shots from here?" and she said, "It's brown, why else would it be brown."

Right. Like it's not possible for someone to have one cup set aside with something else in it and then add hot water. She asked if I wanted it to be poured again and I said yes and that time I saw shots poured. They weren't poured the first time. I was standing right there.

They asked if I wanted cream.

Right. I want cream like I want the bad pitcher of milk used instead of the good pitcher. No, I do not want cream.

I don't need any opportunity for anyone to tamper with my drink in any way.

I was just bleeding again today assholes.

Don't Fucking say I'm "paranoid" without also acknowledging I'm rational and reasonable and that I would be stupid to do anything other than check my drink out in every possible way.

Is it brown? Yeah. It's brown. So what.

And the blueberry pancakes looked like normal pancakes too. And so did the syrup and it even tasted like fucking maple syrup.

It didn't come with a little foil tipped toothpick and a flag that said, "Arsenic Blueberry Pancakes" or whatever.

I have white lines in my nails people.
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I think some of these people coming in, who appear so delighted with my inelegant and crass post here, are very happy about the way things are turning out.

I've been immodest and boasted about my abilities, and I swore, and talked about things that sound crazy. I think this makes them feel pretty good actually.
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In the last 10 minutes I've had someone doing something again, in the meantime.

Most of these people are Israeli and Catholic. If any are Iranian, these are bought out ones. I never had any problem with Iranians and anyone wanting to try to create a problem would try to take a few and make it look like there is an issue when there's not. Not unless some of them are just doing something for benefits or some political group of some kind. If there are Protestants, they're sort of the wishy washy ones who just need work or in the scientific community and have no soul.

Arsenic Trioxide & Faint Mee's Lines on My Nails

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arsenic_trioxide

I looked up the link given by a poster, who made a comment on my last post about arsenic.

Then it lead me to look up wikipedia on it and the symptoms do fit. The hair loss was a really huge thing. I was losing a ton of hair. It added up to clumps at a time. I don't see Mee's lines but you don't have to have all of the signs. I...actually, I may have to look up Mee's lines first to know what I'm talking about. I need to see photos. I do have the pitting or curvature in a couple of nails which was similiar to that which my son and I got while going through health problems in E. Wenatchee, but it's not very much right now.

I'm going to look it up. Interesting about arsenic trioxide.

I DO have it. It's not on all my nails, but noticeable on a couple. If this is what Mee's is, where it goes all the way from one side to the next. It starts back awhile so that would date this back a little while I think. I also have a couple of lines where there is a light imperfect streak of white across the main center. I have Mees. They are very faint and not as dark as what I'm seeing in photos but they're there. Which would place me in Wenatchee at the first attempt to poison me, unless I happened to be in Seattle but I don't think my nails would date back that far. I wonder what the new growth will look like.

OH MY GOD.

I was being fucking poisoned in Wenatchee. And then over here.

Umm, I think I need to be tested. I have a hearing tomorrow and I think my lawyer should get a fucking continuance.

Thank you to whoever wrote in with that comment. It made me look stuff up and I have all the fucking signs of arsenic poisoning.

At first I thought maybe it was different colored because I'd used a nail file thing that's on nailclippers to clean under my nails but it's too low for this.

No good deed goes unpunished and I am going to include again, no crime goes undetected.

I am in love with the one who is fucking looking out for me, whoever that is.

Thank you.

I have to get the antidote to arsenic poisoning but I'm starting to wonder who is behind all of this.

Now I'm freaking out. I can't believe this. I can fully be diagnosed as poisoned. I had all those symptoms before knowing anything and I...I

I handled all of this very well. I haven't cried or had a breakdown or panicked. But now I just feel like crying. People have purposefully tried to kill me. And thanks to some strangers and thanks to some very good people and to God, I am still here and I have all the marks that I need to prove what needs to be proven.

Thank you to the people of all faiths that have been trying to assist. Thank you and I love you to someone very special. To a few very special individuals.

For the first time, the magnitude of this is really, really, sinking in.

I don't know what this means except it's maybe been going on awhile. I am going to have to get photos of this too, to prove to the WORLD what people in my own country have been trying to do to me.

http://img.medscape.com/pi/emed/ckb/dermatology/1048885-1094517-1132.jpg

Here's just one photo. All you have to do is type into a google search: photo's of Mee's lines.

Someone stole my videocamera out of my purse. Totally stole it.

STOLE MY VIDEOCAMERA.

I went outside and the lines are very obvious in daylight.

I'm getting ahold of someone else's camera and I'm publishing this.