UPDATED: Adams or Peters and Rasmussen: Assassins

I know one of the vehicles involved belonged to Shannon Adams or Alicia Peter's parents.  I am talking about the assassination attempt against me that involved Tony Roos.

The reason I don't know which one is because I don't remember which of them had the smaller sort of sporty black or dark colored sedan.  One of them did, because I later saw either Shannon or Alicia's Mom or Dad driving it and was shocked because it was the same car.

It had to have a car owned by the Wiltbanks, Bournes (Aaron Bournes parents), Peters or Adams but I had thought later that I saw Alicia or Shannon's parents driving it.

There was a state patrol sort of cop car nearby too but he didn't stop.  When others showed up I said should I call the police, but the police had been right there and didn't stop to make a report so I thought well if they don't care maybe I shouldn't either.  So I let it go and it ended up being just me, Robin and the tow-truck driver staying there as it was taken down from the telephone pole.

I don't know what the Peters family did.  The Dad traveled all the time and the Mom stayed at home.  Her daughter, one of them, worked in Washington D.C. at a government job, and the other sister, worked internationally as a runway model.

Shannon's Mom stayed at home, I think, and her Dad was some kind of a doctor or psychologist I thought.  The mother was best friends with Kelly's mother, who bought a house from my Mom and then tried to sue her claiming there was cat pee smell in it.  Kelly Stalder was the one who asked me to go with her to the U.S. Navy recruiting offices in 1993.

Erica Wiltbank's family had a smaller dark sedan I thought, but I think most of the time they were in an SUV.

I just know when I saw it, it was on the road coming from the direction of Peters/Adams house, towards Sherwood, and I saw who was driving and it was the Peters or Adams family, and I didn't see this until probably 1993.  I had seen them in other family cars and the dark sedan wasn't brought out of the closet until a year or so after the assassination attempt against me and I was moving to the East Coast to work as a nanny.

I don't know how Roos would coordinate with Peters or Adams except Adams were connected to U.S. military through Kelly's interest, and Roos went into the military as well.  Shannon went to college in Oregon and Alicia went to college in Pennsylvania, where FBI S.S.A. Laura Laughlin is from.

Alicia and Shannon then made a sign for the tree and nailed it there and took a photo, posing on either side of it, the way Geoff stood in the middle for a cross-country photo and had me and Monica on either side.  And then a poem was included and given to me, written by Geoff Rasmussen, about "I never did see/someone drive up a tree."

I never heard about "Satan", by the way, or mention of that name, until I met Robin Bechtold.

Laura Laughin, for her part, may be an FBI employee who is directly connected to assassination attempts against me going back to the early 90s, which puts her in a defensive position of wanting to make sure any report of "hate crime" from me was deterred or used to smear me in the internal records.  She is also connected to Boston mafia and to the Middletons.

UPDATED: 
I'm pretty sure it was Adams.

It was the entire Adams family that was in the car when I saw them connected to that car, and I was shocked, and they were driving from the location of their house into town.   I remember they were smirking and I was not only shocked to see them as owning that car, but shocked they were smirking about something, like they didn't like me but had some kind of an inside joke.

What had surprised me was that I never saw their car and if I had ever been around them or they'd pulled up or something, it was in a different car.  It was like, after a year or more had gone by and people thought I'd forgotten or didn't know or wouldn't think of it, they passed and I realized, "It's that car".

I also remember all the deliberate looks the day they passed me, with even Shannon's sister making a face at me.  I never forgot it.  I thought what did I do wrong that Shannon's little sister was coached to hate me and make a face at me?  She was a disabled girl that was much younger than me and wasn't even at my school.

I don't know that much about Shannon's parents.  They were shadowy figures.  I asked what their background was once and she said Irish.   She told me she hated me for "stealing Robin" from her when she liked him and thought it was rude I went out with him when I knew she liked him.  I hadn't known and I never really got very involved with him except emotionally.  I was given the silent treatment for a month over "stealing Robin" and then they had Monica attending to me as my only friend at that time, so she had a way to befriend me I guess. 

Aside from South America, George Bechtold's other interest was Lebanon.  He was very good friends with owners of a Lebanese restaurant in Portland, and either Robin and Erik Lund went there a lot or it was George and maybe Erik visited once.  Possibly, it was a place introduced by Lund, but my understanding was that George had business with the Lebanese.

I don't know anything about Lebanese really.  They have good food and that's all I knew until I was visited by a Lebanese woman while I was a tutor for ENNL at PCC.  She didn't like me at all, and had bright blue eyes and black hair and fair skin.  She was fairly beautiful.  She stood out because she was obviously not there to take lessons or work on language (which is the reason I was there).  She was seriously sizing me up and I sensed hostility from her so finally, after so much staring, I asked nicely where she was from and she said, "Lebanon" and left.  I thought, "Why would anyone all the way from the land of Lebanon act like they hated me without even knowing me personally?"

As for Kelly Stalder, my mother knew her mother because she sold a house to her.  Judy Roark (deceased), Shannon Adam's mom, and Joy Stalder (deceased) were all best friends.  My Mom said something about it and how she was being accused of lying or fraud, for selling a house that had stained carpet smell that didn't go away after purchase and my Mom was saying she didn't know about it.  I told Kelly, Shannon, or my Mom, when they asked, about it and I said I thought my Mom would lie because she lied about taxes so I was sure she'd lie about other things too.  They were already suing my Mom and then my Mom's real estate place paid for the lawyer to defend her. 

Well it's the truth isn't it?  It's not like my entire life hasn't been a lie.

It's possible one of them thought I betrayed my mother and so they tried to kill me.  They would have already had to hate me and want to get rid of me, but it's possible.  And it was Tony Roos who was involved and I noticed how the Roos's are ambassadors to Japan now, when Japanese-American Judge Alicia Nakata slept with my fiancé and met with him when he was in Wenatchee.  She also knows the Guzmans and Avilas.  The other vehicle was the Adams or Peters vehicle and it was going in the direction of the Adams house.

Next, it was Mike Nichols, born in Canada and adopted in the U.S., who was trying to kill me.  The U.S. had government and law enforcement present both times at the locations and they chose not to make reports, like normal.  Why is that?

But they THINK they can kidnap my son from me and force me to marry Alvaro to seal their full-of-shit-and-holes case.

The U.S. has lost their right to even wave a flag.

I then had my cars being stalled deliberately by military, a joke maybe, to reference "Kelly Stalder" (Kelly stalled her), and my car towed away from me to block my travel.  I was victim of another assassination attempt and hit-and-run.  Then, another attempt in Washington D.C. and then all of a sudden, someone wants me to marry Alvaro Pardo for them--a whole bunch of people from Wenatchee, Washington and Seattle, Washington.  Come on Cameo!  Be a patriot! repatriate voluntarily and show us by marrying Alvaro.  First Michelle Erickson was literally asking me if I would work with them, not "cooperate" but suggesting I should take a job and work next to them, on cases.

Can you even imagine.

Alvaro was the one having my hair cut off, when I told Wenatchee they'd defamed me as a drug user or using THC when I didn't.  So he had my hair cut for them.  He also told me to change what I wrote in my blog and say "It's all in my imagination and nothing I've written is true."

Dan Gatti and The Mike Nichols Family

I don't know how lawyer Dan Gatti is related or connected to the family Mike Nichols was adopted by, but he is.

Dan Gatti is a lawyer who I was told to see when I had problems with town police over Mt. Angel Abbey.  It never had anything to do with Abbey property, contrary to the Willamette Week article, which lied, defamed me, and refused to print the retractions even with evidence I provided.

Dan told me he was taking my case for a civil lawsuit but then I thought it was strange how he kept querying me about Mike Nichols. 

I really don't know that much about Dan Gatti, and most of it probably doesn't matter anymore, however, because his firm played a big part in what happened at that time in my life, which was a crucial point for me, I can now say that in hindsight, his involvement and connection to the Nichols was not in my favor.

It makes me afraid.

For one thing, I don't know how Greg Smith is factoring into all of it, but he is as well, and this made a big difference in how I was treated by medical professionals, FBI, and others. 

My concern about Gatti and Smith's interest in the Nichols man who tried to kill me is this:  He tried to kill me.  Mike did.  Mike Nichols tried to kill me and didn't mind if he killed himself in the attempt.

Mike was born in Canada and adopted by the Nichols family, which works for the FBI.

Here is the part I never forgot, which I always remembered and wondered about...

Dan said I had a case and he was taking my case UNTIL he asked me if I wanted to try to go after Mike Nichols family because the statute of limitations hadn't expired and what did I think about it?

Dan asked me this question after I had tried to get police to change their report from "accident" to "homicide attempt" or "attempted manslaughter" and explained to them how Mike had tried to kill me and hijacked my car.  I wasn't the one who called it an "accident"--the police did and I reported all of the facts honestly and accurately from the first, every time around.  What I realized was that my facts actually fit attempted manslaughter or vehicular something or other.  So I had tried to tell police and the police refused to change anything, add anything, or press charges or make a report.  He was dead, but it was still important for the record to note what had actually occurred.

I never thought I could sue for, or receive more than $50,000 from the PIP that was there.  I never thought of Mike Nichols' parents or his being a dependent.  It never crossed my mind until later, several years later, Dan Gatti brought it up.  I said what do you mean, and he told me, "You could sue his parents.  This $50,000 isn't enough.  Do you want to go after his parents?" and he told me to think about it when I said I wasn't thinking about that.  Then after I thought it over more and realized I might have much worse problems in the future than I could afford, I looked at the statutes because Dan had said, "Oh, the statutes have expired."  So when I got curious, I looked it up and the statutes were not expired.

I thought Dan would be happy to hear about it.

Instead, he got this weird dark cloud that went over his face and from that point on he made excuses for helping me file any lawsuits at all.

I knew, in that minute, that something about suing the Nichols bothered him, and yet he had been the one who was, as it turned out to be, playing pretend.  He was gauging my reaction and interest in suing the Nichols family and when I later said I was interested, he acted like they were his best friends and he then used Greg Smith and himself to say I didn't have a case afterall.

I had a case.  And then if I wanted to sue Mike Nichols' family, I "didn't have a case" against Mt. Angel Abbey or anyone in police who were smearing me and committing crimes against me.

So by now, it seems obvious there is a problem.

Someone actually tried to murder me, Mike Nichols, and I gave Gatti the same facts I gave everyone about it.  He wanted to protect a murderer and turned against me when I said I thought I wanted to try to sue his family.

This was before I ever filed any lawsuits.

Greg Smith and Dan Gatti protected Mike Nichols and the Mike Nichols' family, which means they are connected to that family by business or a personal relationship.  Mike was from Canada and adopted in the U.S.

How much more shit does the FBI want to take?

Oh, that's right.  They did inject me with Haldol for over a week to try to make me forget everything, didn't they?

Then later, on the Archdiocese of Portland in Oregon's side, through a lawyer I saw, they offered me $40,000 just for the Mt. Angel Abbey and their part in defaming me to police and other things they knew were wrong.  If you notice, $40,000 is the amount "Camille" asks for, as a loan, in the movie Stephanie Maiers wanted me to watch in Moses Lake.

CA-CHING

Both Robin Bechtold and Tony Roos, Roos who tried to kill me in 1991-1992, had something to do with the Abbey because later someone was imitating the truck driving by when I protested in the town.  Then it was Mike Nichols.  I had already been raped, by that point, by Josh Gatov, and was being mocked already, and had been "sick" as a girl, and the Archdiocese of Portland in Oregon decided to come up with that number.

And then they wouldn't budge from it or be flexible.  So they went for defaming me on top of already knowing what they had done was wrong.

It was like sin adds to sin adds to multiply times 7.

If I found out my Dad or someone was coerced to make the offer of $40,000 and then was being extorted to pay it out, with the pretense the "Archdiocese" was doing this, that would be one thing.  I would have taken the $40,000.  But if it's coming from those who are really responsible for things, I did not think $60,000 was too much, and it wasn't, and then Katie Middleton went from the 4th floor to the 6th floor and how many priests asked for booty shots for the favors later?  It's not like they don't know Chris Dabney or anything.

The Archdiocese already knew who I was, about my history, and who was involved and they knew I didn't know.

So when I say it concerns me that Dan Gatti and Greg Smith were Mike Nichols-The-Assassin supporters, I have a very good reason to be concerned.

These things set me up for failure and they used the FBI and the FBI took part in obstructing justice.  So did the police, because I went back to them 3-4 times in the last decade about changing the report to what it really was, and they have refused.

It is time to re-open that "dead" case.

CREAK.

OUT COMES MIKE.

Me to Mike:  "You're not in Canada anymore Mike."
Mike, to me:  "Where am I?"
Me, to Mike:  "You're in HELL Mike.  HELL."

The U.S. is going to correct their falsification of reports.

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.

Collusion to Kill Me in 1991-1992: Roos, Bechtold, Rasmussen

I don't feel like writing another explanation, but I'll add to this later, which is a copy of what I sent someone by email to describe who was praising Tony Roos for trying to kill me.

"Hi,

It really has nothing to do with my "feelings". An international bet for money was made against me, to rape me, in 1991, or take my virginity by other means. It involved money and more than one country and was publicised in a major newspaper that was then used to bring greater attention to the message. I didn't feel made fun of in high school--he said it in a teasing way. After a bet to rape me, I was run off of the road in an assassination attempt meant to kill me. Several of the students changed their demeanor after this occured and I wasn't harmed. I had always thought it had something to do with resentment over my being named "Homecoming Queen", but it had nothing to do with that. People were trying to kill me and many of the students there already had government connections. I certaintly wasn't a 17 year old that got included into government early, but it happens. Don't tell me it doesn't, in probably every country. How they prepare someone for that at a young age, I don't know, but they do. I wasn't black-mailable enough and I didn't keep secrets most of the time. I blabbed to people:  "Guess where WE'RE going!!!!"

After the first assassination attempt, one of persons involved, once they thought I didn't know who it was, became a celebrated person at the school. They started chanting his name even. "RUUUUUUUUUUSE!" or ROOOOOooooooS! whenever he was around. He used to show up and Robin Bechtold would start laughing and they'd slap hands, high five, together. Geoff Rasmussen did the same, as did other guys. Tony Roos had nothing important in school. He had no special talent and had done nothing of significance aside from participating in trying to kill me. He went on to acquire positions working with the U.S. Army and Australia, in "transportation".

2 more assassination attempts against me followed, and they involved the same people. There was even more after that.

So believe me, it has nothing to do with my "feelings". I bring up the fact that I was called "Mother Garrett" because it proves I was a virgin before I was raped 6 years later. There was no one I was with in any intimate way until then, not even to hold hands with. The U.S. also covered that up.

Cameo"

Basically, first he kept a distance from me, in school, watching me from farther off in the cafeteria. After I acted, long enough, like his presence didn't bother me and had no reaction, he got bolder and confident that I didn't know. Then he was being suddenly drawn into a circle of people who made a point to congratulate him and praise him for his efforts at having tried to kill me.

No one knew I was leaving Becthold's house that night except my family and Robin's family. For someone to arrange to have him get that close, after I left the house, took planning ahead of time. Both Robin and Geoff were some of the guys that I noticed who were most suddenly appreciate of Roos. They slapped his hands, gave high handshakes to eachother by clasping the hand and wrist, and I had thought it was really odd how Tony Roos was suddenly a "popular" person.

It was also that same year that I started buying maple bars that were made or brought in, and sold by the school cafeteria, at lunch.  I remember they had a weird sedative effect and there was nothing else I ate that did this.  I was yawning and about to fall asleep in classes after lunch, feeling excessively tired.  It was only after I had a maple bar there and I never had this reaction to anything I had at my house.

After the assassination attempt was also when I was being targeted at the school, with technology that caused seizure-like symptoms.  And my locker was being broken into and someone at the school was stealing my clothing.  One of the skirts I wore, that I later found in a photo with Kate Middleton wearing it, was stolen from the school.  I had a necklace stolen, and other items too, but I specifically remember the skirt, because I really loved that skirt, and the necklace.  I literally saw a copy of the exact same skirt, or that skirt, being worn by Middleton.

It is very probable too, that Tony Roos also had a connection to the Middleton family, and in fact, there were Middletons living in that town.  I don't know what the relation was, if any, but aside from getting praised by Geoff, Robin, and Lenny, Tony's family may have known Middletons.  Geoff was one of the biggest supporters of Tony later, I remember.

I also remember Jessica, and I can't remember her last name, but she got really moody and secretive and weird around me at that time.