I noticed tonight that the man who invented the electric bulb in England, is from Scotland, and married a woman with the last name "Cameron". His name was Joseph Swan. Her full name was Isabella Cameron. Swan invented the lightbulb in about 1860 and then Dr. Donald Ewan Cameron, also of Scotland, began working for the CIA and Canada in MKUltra experiments that electrocuted kids. Maybe they are not of the same family, but the Camerons are both Scottish and both with an interest in science and electricity.
Joseph Wilson Swan and Isabella Cameron.
I might remember more about what happened to me as a baby and toddler. I don't remember very much right now, but some things I remember and other things I later had a strong reaction or response to, which I wouldn't have had unless I'd been conditioned to act a certain way.
For example, I remember that when I was taken to the hospital when I was 8, for a broken arm, I expected them to have my arms up over my head, suspended in the air. I asked why they weren't doing this and they looked surprised at me and said they wouldn't do that. I remember when they took the bandaging off, and my arm was shriveled up, yellow (possibly from iodine) and had bruising up and down. It might not have been iodine either, because the other colors were green and blue (bruising).
I also remember I threw up a lot as a kid, and then when it quit, I didn't throw up again for almost a decade or more. I know my entire family sometimes threw up around the same time and we called it "flu" and then other times, one of us was throwing up repeatedly. I got so tired of throwing up that one day I prayed to God to please not let me throw up as much anymore. I was throwing up every month it seemed. I started looking forward to throwing up just to not feel sick to my stomach anymore. I was able to tell myself, as a kid, "Okay, remember, you need to throw up and then you'll feel better."
So I would go to our bathroom, stand in front of the pedestal sink and wait to throw up.
It wasn't "now and then". It was all the time, and I can connect my earliest childhood memories to being very, very, sick, until I threw up. And then I felt better.
There is no way I was getting "the flu" that much. No one else around me had it.
I used to try to run to the sink in the bathroom as quickly as I could, but if I didn't make it, I threw up in the toilet instead (closer to the door). Or I threw up next to my bed, in a pan always by me. Or I threw up outside of the car sometimes or by the kitchen sink, but most of the time, it was in my house. I don't remember ever throwing up at school.
I knew the kinds of throw-up there was like the Japanese know different names for nieve, snow.
When I threw up, maybe I'm wrong, but I remember it was maybe 1-4 days about once a month. Sometimes a lot more, like almost every other day, and sometimes, several weeks with no throwing up. I remember our bathroom sink for how much I threw up into it and the cup there for rinsing out my mouth. I almost think one time we had a square sink and then it attached to the wall (but was up high) and then I remember a pedestal sink.
I got so used to throwing up and how I felt before I did throw up, I could usually time it right, to get to the sink in time. There were very few times my timing was wrong or it was instantaneous and with not even a few seconds warning first.
I started praying, please God, don't let me throw up anymore. And sometime after I did pray this, the throwing up quit and I didn't even throw up from flu, for decades. Maybe once or twice in a couple of decades, but that was it. So to go from constant sickness to relief from vomiting made a big difference for me.
I don't see why I would have thrown up that much unless it was from being targeted by aerospace industry and tortured, which upset my stomach and caused this. The only other thing was I have scars from being cut up, but I don't remember throwing up in connection from seeing cuts on my body. Unless possibly, if I saw cuts on my Mom's legs, from shaving, it might have caused me to throw up if I had a nervous reaction after being tortured myself or seeing others tortured. Most of the time, I remember throwing up in the Summer.
I was throwing up through all seasons, but it wasn't cold season when I threw up the most--it was usually Summer and Fall.
My earliest memories are of more disinterested vomiting, where I just ran to something to make sure I didn't make a mess. Later, it was so routine, I started looking at it--at the consistency, texture, color, the whole diamond-scheme of "cut, color, clarity" and so on.
I remember when the rest of us all got sick together, but there may have been times others were sick and I didn't see it. I know many times, I seemed to be throwing up a lot, but not my brother.
I never "made" myself throw up though. I have never like to self-injure or harm myself in any way. I just know that I went from being sick and feeling out of control to telling myself, "It's okay if you throw up, because you will feel better after you do" when I started feeling sick. So I talked to myself, and waited with a sense of control in knowing I didn't have to dread vomiting, because then I'd feel better.
Later however, I just prayed to not feel sick at all.
Supposedly, I was never "sick".
I mean, everyone lies for this government.
When I was in school, I didn't get sick again very much. Maybe one cold a year, and no throwing up. The exceptions were Summer and Fall on occasion.
I also remember one time when I was drawing a bath for myself in the middle of the day, through a whole summer, and I would sit or lie in the tub with the lights out, and I was pretty young. I think it was just my daily bath but I remember I left the lights off, and that I could feel the breeze from the window above the tub, and I remember an entire summer of this but I don't remember other times of the year. There was enough light to see, just dim, and maybe before 4 p.m. I don't know if I had a fever or what. I remember taking cold baths because I felt so hot, and some warm too, but tepid because of how hot I felt. Around that time, I think, we were always getting fevers too.
I slept with a green plastic bowl by my bed, and sometimes a pan, in case I had to throw up and couldn't get out of bed in time. Sometimes I woke in the middle of the night and had to throw up and other times it was early in the morning about the same time I woke up.
I remember falling asleep with my hands around the bars in the headboard above my head. There were spokes in a sun shape, or half-wheel shape in the design on my headboard, and I remember subconsciously gripping these or holding onto them and then falling asleep. Other times, I wrapped my arms around the sides of the bed and held onto the sides, where there was a metal edge. I didn't sleep with a pillow because I wasn't used to one.
It was a spring mattress, and I used to get under my bed and look up at the design of the springs and the grate. I could see the metal grate and a board and then there were springs if I took my twin mattress off. The board had red stripes across it, on the underside. Red marks made into the wood. They weren't exact stripes from one side to the other, and they weren't made with blood. They looked like bright red kool-aid stripes at random, in flush marks on the plywood.
There was a name written under the bed on the inside too, and it was "Mike". It was either "Mike" or "Mike was here". It was maybe just "Mike". It was written very small, in print, not cursive..
I didn't know anyone named "Mike"--not from class or school. There was a Mike, I believe, who sometimes went to my parent's college-age class for Young Life and if it's the one I'm thinking of, he and his woman friend flew airplanes at the airport in Moses Lake. He was a pilot of some kind and she was someone I thought looked like "Nancy Drew" would look.
First I had my bed with the mattress and springs and the metal frame and then I said, "It's too soft" or maybe I didn't say anything because one day my Dad said he was going to put a board in so it harder or firmer. So then I had the board, and it had the red flush mark(s) and "Mike" on it. The red mark was closer to the foot of the frame than the head of the frame, where I slept on the other side. So it was in the center to down by my feet. I later moved it around, when I was older, but I remember where it was.
I remember it because I went under my bed a lot, to look around and think. Sometimes I was cleaning and getting something out from under my bed and then I'd see something and slide under, on my back, looking up at the top to see what was there.
I saw the name there for a long time. I didn't say anything and just wondered about it, and then years later I asked out loud about it, or said something about what was there.
Maybe this is why I said, "Mike" out loud, spontaneously, when I was sleeping next to a wood floor at a house in Washington D.C. I was on a couch, and had my hand trailing down to the ground and was almost asleep and said, "Mike" out loud and Chris Dabney, on a different couch, freaked out.
Who knows, maybe Mike Nichols knew about that plywood board and what was on it and he thought he'd roll the car I was in, and flip it, but from my understanding, in hindsight, it has more to do with my being tortured and assaulted and someone named "Mike" being involved.
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Rose Family Criminals & Electrocution Last Night
Well, I think some of the criminals are turning out to be Jewish. More of the "kabbalists" perhaps than the "safeds". I think Alvaro Pardo and his group were pretending to be something they're not, and they were "in on it" with some Jewish (and some Catholics here and there, maybe Mormons, whatever) that already had a problem with me--for example, Josh Gatov. I think Josh Gatov was connected to the Roses and Rose-Lewis family. They, in turn, are connected to Middletons. The whole "Middleton" thing I bring up, simply because since I was a baby and toddler, they have been featured, but I never knew, was never told about any religious groups or political parties, and I wasn't raised to hate anyone for their belief system. What happened to me in Canada as a kid, I've found celebrated, oddly, as I'm discovering, by some Jews who have had knowledge all along. I said the other day, "Why do some Jews hate me so much?" and I was told they don't, it's in my mind. Some, though, really do or they wouldn't be making really sick-heart sadistic movies, ads, or other promos over it. It's possibly turning out some of the Eastern Indians who claim to be Muslim or Indian/Hindu whatever, are actually Jewish too.
Thank you, by the way, to anyone who is patient enough to muddle through with me and tolerate me as I lash out, sometimes at the wrong people, in an attempt to discover more about who is behind things. I seriously do pray, now and then, that those will understand.
Before I go into this farther, about which ones are potentially connected, I was severely tortured last night and by the looks of my Dad, so was he today. One of his eyes is totally whacked out. I don't know what happened, but possibly something very extreme.
I am not joking about the twins and triplets either, I am dead serious. Last night I was electrocuted over it. I was being tortured more to my heart after I wrote the post and then I went to bed and I had some kind of bizarre torture being done under my house. My window was open and I wasn't asleep and I heard a dripping noise outside of my window, and it wasn't raining. I knew someone was outside but I didn't get up because what was I going to do, open the door? I wouldn't call the police over "some kind of dripping sound like water outside of my window." Then, about 5 or so minutes later, there was an odd zig-zagging sound that moved the house, or ground under the house and made a weird noise and I can only describe it as "zig-zagging". First it went through at one section and stopped. Then it started a second time and went to my ear that was facing the ground, from where I laid, and out the other ear somehow, I could feel it, and my entire body was electrocuted so that my entire body reflexed and curled up. I don't mean a part of my body, or a finger, or my hand or just my feet, it caused a sudden contraction of my entire body to the point of curling my body. From lying on my side, with arms and legs stretched out, to my entire body curled into a "C" shape.
That is what this country did to me last night, after I wrote about Pemberton and Princess Diana's expose of my parent's work and our torture. With, you know, the Eastern Indian man, of course, Martin Bashir. Why was she divulging information to Eastern Indians in the first place? I mean, it's good, if she was giving this information to have someone share it so kids like me were not being tortured in "royal"-owned or Commonwealth-CIA operated facilities, but it seems odd that Eastern Indians were being made privy to this. It's "odd" to me in the sense of knowing Leon Panetta made a billion dollar trade deal with them (not all are bad, of course), and then Eastern Indians were involved in violating me and almost killing me and maiming me with toxic overdoses of drugs. It is also an Eastern Indian who uploaded Microsoft onto my laptop with the pretense of restoring my hotmail account that he and others know have all medical and legal files, and Microsoft hasn't corrected the problem.
Eastern Indians are also somehow, some of them, working with Jewish groups, from what I've heard. I heard it was Jewish intelligence that wanted the trade deal with India. Then, additionally, one of the women who was international and following me everywhere at the YMCA was Eastern Indian. She followed me everywhere, and then brought in some man and his wife that she knew, who followed me around everywhere and that man was straight-up "killer". This was before Katie's wedding and before Osama was killed. YMCA is connected to England and in the south, even more than typical. I discovered things in the South are still very much connected to the English and ideas of English loyalty. It was Melissa and white people there, connected to U.S. Army, who continued to take money out of my bank account when I told them to stop payment.
I am not the only person in my family that has had U.S. + Eastern Indians taking cash and withdrawals out of our bank accounts. Right before I was electrocuted last night, to curl up and contract this way, which caused my heart to speed up and my eyes to draw in and then feel like they were going out, and a lot of other weird electric shock problems, I wrote about this.
I wrote about how money has been withdrawn from our banks accounts without our authorization. For me, it was done through the YMCA in Middleton, TN and with the cooperation of Matthew Sexton, at that bank. Matthew Sexton struck me as manipulative, shrewd, secretive and devious and even though I saw him a lot and was friendly, he didn't have a talent for concealing that he didn't like me. He acted like he hated me but covered it with a strong attempt to portray "cordiality". I was mostly being watched by U.S. Army and Eastern Indians at the YMCA.
My parents had money being withdrawn from their bank account, from a Wenatchee hotel that was owned by Punjab Eastern Indians. This was occuring in 2009, before I left for Middleton, TN. I stayed at a hotel because Washington D.C. was running me out of housing in retaliation over my refusal to marry Alvaro Pardo (who was possibly not just connected to the Gatov, Rose people but maybe to Wiltbank, Bechtold people, which all connects to Maiers and Canadians in Moses Lake). Gatov and Bechtold were connected and they had Ballingers, Tancer, and others. Anyway, the Eastern Indians at the hotel in Wenatchee were given my parent's credit card number and my parents were calling me asking why they had more money being withdrawn than they should have been charged for. They called to confirm how much it was, because they were missing $100 here, $100 there, and it wasn't going back on their card.
So I went from hearing about Eastern Indians withdrawing $100 and more, too much, from my parent's credit cards, in Wenatchee, in 2009, to having the British YMCA and Wells Fargo, with their Eastern Indian spies all around me, refusing to stop payment to my automatic withdrawal to my bank for gym membership, in 2011. At the same time, someone felt they could rely upon some Eastern Indians, at that point, to carry out U.S. Army and other group goals to have my mind ruined with Haldol.
This is with the FBI giving me "Diane Harsha" who was married to another Eastern Indian.
The only people I knew of, prior to 2009, that had business dealings with Eastern Indians, aside from hearing about Catholic missionaries in Calcutta and that kind of thing, were Mike Tancer (top caste girlfriend, some royal indian princess who was vegan) who is looking connected to U.S. military, and Kathy Kirscher, who traveled to India and really loved the culture. Leslie, her friend, went with her, but Kathy was the one who got into it. I later found out Jewish intelligence had an interest in the trade deal but aside from that, I wouldn't know why a group would want any Indians to be against me. I thought later it had to do with Tancer's connections but, oh, also the Italian Carl and Mary Del Balzo who are looking more CIA than FBI these days. They worked with tons of Eastern Indians in the microchip-intelligence industry through Mentor Graphics and Intel.
I have no problem with Eastern Indians, as people, on their own. They have extremely complicated regional hierarchies and religion and I don't know about it at all. I had thought maybe my Aunt Mary knew of an Eastern Indian or that she was sending me things to read or "chant" as a way of communicating to family or someone with regard to my son's case. I didn't think it was a religious thing with her, and it wasn't for me--I was trying to figure out what she was attempting to say or work out through it. I thought she was telling me this "appeals" lawyer, Tanesha Canzeter, had some knowledge or motive to know about things my Aunt Mary mentioned. I was totally confused because I didn't know why Mary was sending me that stuff, and I assumed it was some kind of "intelligence" benefit or idea, and I was isolated and cut off from my family by the CIA, military, and FBI, deliberately. I wasn't being allowed to even speak with my parents except to make a phone call to them after I was with the FBI's "Alvaro" who turns out to be looking like an FBI Bechtold-Josh Gatov-Rose-Lewis set up. Oh yeah, that involves English.
I mean, maybe this is why a Jewish couple were smirking and thought it was so funny after I texted something about "true blue" because it must have been hilarious to know how I was tortured underground as a baby-toddler. And where was this "party" I was taken to? It was underground. Like, how many have explicit knowledge of crimes of torture and did...nothing? I'm sure a few there were about as clueless as me. I mean, I can't assume every single one there, that they all knew. But most of them, in hindsight, now that I know more, most of them did know. I remember saying 3 things there that night. "It sounds like peanuts hitting a tin can", about a song to a black man who looked like lil' wayne that I danced with; "this is so fucked up" to a blond British man I danced with; and "i found out he's cheating on me...back to true blue" (something like that, I don't remember exactly). The British man showed up after my "true blue" comment that the jewish couple and others thought was so hilarious. I guess it was for "Trudeau" of the Commonwealth.
I have no idea why the music sounded like "peanuts hitting a tin can" but maybe being in the basement underground, with arched doorways and pillars, and the DJ board set up maybe like a medical desk looking out onto the floor, made me think of the "good old days" of torturing guinea pigs. I had a guinea pig, but I didn't name it "peanuts". I had a slushy making machine (a Dog House)with Snoopy on it, and a guinea pig named "Squiggy". I made 2 kinds of slushies. Red and blue, with white ice. I didn't pick out the slushy machine and I didn't pick the name Squiggy, so any illustration intended for me to maybe remember later, and connect with torture from Canada and the U.S., was from them, not a random naming by me as a kid. Squiggy disappeared one day. He was probably given away to someone else. Basically, we had a toy basket where we were able to keep a few things, and everything else was taken away by other people. Even our legoes. They took a few legoes at a time until I noticed, we didn't have any anymore except for preschool-level ones.
The slushies from the Snoopy Dog House were probably a reference to my "drinks" or pop that was drugged and cages and restraints we were put in. You had to crank this wheel to make the slushy and put it into paper cone cups. The crank was on the side of the dog house, and you put the ice in the chimney at the top and poured in the fluid, and then cranked the wheel while holding a small paper cone cup under it for the slushy. Cherry and "blue". We were never told to put on a cone shaped party hat, ever, and the idea made my parents upset. I tried making one a couple of times and saw their reaction, of tears, and never did it again. Maybe they'd seen enough of the "The Royal Jubilees" "unicorns" to last a lifetime.
After the slushies ran out, we were making "homemade ice cream" with rock salt.
Possibly we had lime flavoring for the slushies too, or we got those at the store and made "lime rickeys" now and then.
The ice cream machine was another thing you had to churn and it took tons of rock salt. It was a large circular machine or a box with a large circle inside, and we only used cream and sugar for it. It was round. I hadn't been able to remember if it was round or a box with a white or steel round interior (some part of it white, some part of it steel colored and all of it round I think) but the crank was on the top, on the lid, and I remember it being round and we put rock salt in it somewhere. We had for more than one year and used it in the summers, and my mother always talked about how it was soft set and melted quickly so we had to get more rock salt and ice. It was hard to cut out of but then it melted quickly. I think my brother and I helped once for the novelty, and that's why I remember the salt and ice, and we took turns, but after we all made it one time, my Mom was the one who made it. And actually, possibly it was a stir-thing, because I remember it got thicker on the sides and you'd scrape it off and then kept doing this and it turned into ice cream, so maybe there wasn't a crank thing. I thought there was but I might be mixing it up with the crank that was on the side of the slushy machine. This one, I remember, we stirred the sides because it froze there first. Yeah. Stirred. We stirred it and scraped it as it hardened. There was a lid for storage and to keep it cold, but we stirred it. For what's it's worth. My Mom usually made it because our arms got tired.
We had 2 actually. First a larger one that had a ball that rolled at the bottom somehow and it was the one that used rock salt. It was possibly a box shape with a circle inside. Then the next one was a smaller crockpot size and style and round on the outside and inside and it fit in the freezer. The other one was too big to put in the freezer. We used the large one for years and then it disappeared and there was a smaller one. Both were stirred. The large one had a lid and if we put it in the freezer, it was by taking an inner part out out of the outside of it first.
Michael Middleton: one of the baby "animals". Pedophile. I wonder if Hedy's name is pronounced "hay-dee" or "heh-dee". Hay-dee makes more sense because I would have remembered and then used the word "baby" to point out babies with better familiarity. Baby was one of my first words. I'm told "Kitty" was one of the first words, but I remember how little I was, a baby myself, when I was saying "baby". I remember being held in someone's arms, and pointing them out and saying, "baby". I looked it up and it's hay-dee. I was less than a year old when I was saying "baby" and I remember it. I also remember someone stole my baby book that my mother started for me, a record of firsts. There were entire sections missing. When I asked why, she didn't explain. She skipped entire months and then wrote things in, and then skipped ahead. That isn't like my mother because she marks everything as they happen, like on a calendar, and never forgets. This is possibly because I had been switched with another baby while I was being tortured or because I had no responses because I was tortured.
Also, when I was electrocuted last night, there was a ton of traffic on the road near my house and I could hear it going by. It was at about 3 a.m. last night that it happened and lots of people out. I heard something again tonight and a few smaller things have been done but nothing like last night. I don't want to be electrocuted again.
Thank you, by the way, to anyone who is patient enough to muddle through with me and tolerate me as I lash out, sometimes at the wrong people, in an attempt to discover more about who is behind things. I seriously do pray, now and then, that those will understand.
Before I go into this farther, about which ones are potentially connected, I was severely tortured last night and by the looks of my Dad, so was he today. One of his eyes is totally whacked out. I don't know what happened, but possibly something very extreme.
I am not joking about the twins and triplets either, I am dead serious. Last night I was electrocuted over it. I was being tortured more to my heart after I wrote the post and then I went to bed and I had some kind of bizarre torture being done under my house. My window was open and I wasn't asleep and I heard a dripping noise outside of my window, and it wasn't raining. I knew someone was outside but I didn't get up because what was I going to do, open the door? I wouldn't call the police over "some kind of dripping sound like water outside of my window." Then, about 5 or so minutes later, there was an odd zig-zagging sound that moved the house, or ground under the house and made a weird noise and I can only describe it as "zig-zagging". First it went through at one section and stopped. Then it started a second time and went to my ear that was facing the ground, from where I laid, and out the other ear somehow, I could feel it, and my entire body was electrocuted so that my entire body reflexed and curled up. I don't mean a part of my body, or a finger, or my hand or just my feet, it caused a sudden contraction of my entire body to the point of curling my body. From lying on my side, with arms and legs stretched out, to my entire body curled into a "C" shape.
That is what this country did to me last night, after I wrote about Pemberton and Princess Diana's expose of my parent's work and our torture. With, you know, the Eastern Indian man, of course, Martin Bashir. Why was she divulging information to Eastern Indians in the first place? I mean, it's good, if she was giving this information to have someone share it so kids like me were not being tortured in "royal"-owned or Commonwealth-CIA operated facilities, but it seems odd that Eastern Indians were being made privy to this. It's "odd" to me in the sense of knowing Leon Panetta made a billion dollar trade deal with them (not all are bad, of course), and then Eastern Indians were involved in violating me and almost killing me and maiming me with toxic overdoses of drugs. It is also an Eastern Indian who uploaded Microsoft onto my laptop with the pretense of restoring my hotmail account that he and others know have all medical and legal files, and Microsoft hasn't corrected the problem.
Eastern Indians are also somehow, some of them, working with Jewish groups, from what I've heard. I heard it was Jewish intelligence that wanted the trade deal with India. Then, additionally, one of the women who was international and following me everywhere at the YMCA was Eastern Indian. She followed me everywhere, and then brought in some man and his wife that she knew, who followed me around everywhere and that man was straight-up "killer". This was before Katie's wedding and before Osama was killed. YMCA is connected to England and in the south, even more than typical. I discovered things in the South are still very much connected to the English and ideas of English loyalty. It was Melissa and white people there, connected to U.S. Army, who continued to take money out of my bank account when I told them to stop payment.
I am not the only person in my family that has had U.S. + Eastern Indians taking cash and withdrawals out of our bank accounts. Right before I was electrocuted last night, to curl up and contract this way, which caused my heart to speed up and my eyes to draw in and then feel like they were going out, and a lot of other weird electric shock problems, I wrote about this.
I wrote about how money has been withdrawn from our banks accounts without our authorization. For me, it was done through the YMCA in Middleton, TN and with the cooperation of Matthew Sexton, at that bank. Matthew Sexton struck me as manipulative, shrewd, secretive and devious and even though I saw him a lot and was friendly, he didn't have a talent for concealing that he didn't like me. He acted like he hated me but covered it with a strong attempt to portray "cordiality". I was mostly being watched by U.S. Army and Eastern Indians at the YMCA.
My parents had money being withdrawn from their bank account, from a Wenatchee hotel that was owned by Punjab Eastern Indians. This was occuring in 2009, before I left for Middleton, TN. I stayed at a hotel because Washington D.C. was running me out of housing in retaliation over my refusal to marry Alvaro Pardo (who was possibly not just connected to the Gatov, Rose people but maybe to Wiltbank, Bechtold people, which all connects to Maiers and Canadians in Moses Lake). Gatov and Bechtold were connected and they had Ballingers, Tancer, and others. Anyway, the Eastern Indians at the hotel in Wenatchee were given my parent's credit card number and my parents were calling me asking why they had more money being withdrawn than they should have been charged for. They called to confirm how much it was, because they were missing $100 here, $100 there, and it wasn't going back on their card.
So I went from hearing about Eastern Indians withdrawing $100 and more, too much, from my parent's credit cards, in Wenatchee, in 2009, to having the British YMCA and Wells Fargo, with their Eastern Indian spies all around me, refusing to stop payment to my automatic withdrawal to my bank for gym membership, in 2011. At the same time, someone felt they could rely upon some Eastern Indians, at that point, to carry out U.S. Army and other group goals to have my mind ruined with Haldol.
This is with the FBI giving me "Diane Harsha" who was married to another Eastern Indian.
The only people I knew of, prior to 2009, that had business dealings with Eastern Indians, aside from hearing about Catholic missionaries in Calcutta and that kind of thing, were Mike Tancer (top caste girlfriend, some royal indian princess who was vegan) who is looking connected to U.S. military, and Kathy Kirscher, who traveled to India and really loved the culture. Leslie, her friend, went with her, but Kathy was the one who got into it. I later found out Jewish intelligence had an interest in the trade deal but aside from that, I wouldn't know why a group would want any Indians to be against me. I thought later it had to do with Tancer's connections but, oh, also the Italian Carl and Mary Del Balzo who are looking more CIA than FBI these days. They worked with tons of Eastern Indians in the microchip-intelligence industry through Mentor Graphics and Intel.
I have no problem with Eastern Indians, as people, on their own. They have extremely complicated regional hierarchies and religion and I don't know about it at all. I had thought maybe my Aunt Mary knew of an Eastern Indian or that she was sending me things to read or "chant" as a way of communicating to family or someone with regard to my son's case. I didn't think it was a religious thing with her, and it wasn't for me--I was trying to figure out what she was attempting to say or work out through it. I thought she was telling me this "appeals" lawyer, Tanesha Canzeter, had some knowledge or motive to know about things my Aunt Mary mentioned. I was totally confused because I didn't know why Mary was sending me that stuff, and I assumed it was some kind of "intelligence" benefit or idea, and I was isolated and cut off from my family by the CIA, military, and FBI, deliberately. I wasn't being allowed to even speak with my parents except to make a phone call to them after I was with the FBI's "Alvaro" who turns out to be looking like an FBI Bechtold-Josh Gatov-Rose-Lewis set up. Oh yeah, that involves English.
I mean, maybe this is why a Jewish couple were smirking and thought it was so funny after I texted something about "true blue" because it must have been hilarious to know how I was tortured underground as a baby-toddler. And where was this "party" I was taken to? It was underground. Like, how many have explicit knowledge of crimes of torture and did...nothing? I'm sure a few there were about as clueless as me. I mean, I can't assume every single one there, that they all knew. But most of them, in hindsight, now that I know more, most of them did know. I remember saying 3 things there that night. "It sounds like peanuts hitting a tin can", about a song to a black man who looked like lil' wayne that I danced with; "this is so fucked up" to a blond British man I danced with; and "i found out he's cheating on me...back to true blue" (something like that, I don't remember exactly). The British man showed up after my "true blue" comment that the jewish couple and others thought was so hilarious. I guess it was for "Trudeau" of the Commonwealth.
I have no idea why the music sounded like "peanuts hitting a tin can" but maybe being in the basement underground, with arched doorways and pillars, and the DJ board set up maybe like a medical desk looking out onto the floor, made me think of the "good old days" of torturing guinea pigs. I had a guinea pig, but I didn't name it "peanuts". I had a slushy making machine (a Dog House)with Snoopy on it, and a guinea pig named "Squiggy". I made 2 kinds of slushies. Red and blue, with white ice. I didn't pick out the slushy machine and I didn't pick the name Squiggy, so any illustration intended for me to maybe remember later, and connect with torture from Canada and the U.S., was from them, not a random naming by me as a kid. Squiggy disappeared one day. He was probably given away to someone else. Basically, we had a toy basket where we were able to keep a few things, and everything else was taken away by other people. Even our legoes. They took a few legoes at a time until I noticed, we didn't have any anymore except for preschool-level ones.
The slushies from the Snoopy Dog House were probably a reference to my "drinks" or pop that was drugged and cages and restraints we were put in. You had to crank this wheel to make the slushy and put it into paper cone cups. The crank was on the side of the dog house, and you put the ice in the chimney at the top and poured in the fluid, and then cranked the wheel while holding a small paper cone cup under it for the slushy. Cherry and "blue". We were never told to put on a cone shaped party hat, ever, and the idea made my parents upset. I tried making one a couple of times and saw their reaction, of tears, and never did it again. Maybe they'd seen enough of the "The Royal Jubilees" "unicorns" to last a lifetime.
After the slushies ran out, we were making "homemade ice cream" with rock salt.
Possibly we had lime flavoring for the slushies too, or we got those at the store and made "lime rickeys" now and then.
The ice cream machine was another thing you had to churn and it took tons of rock salt. It was a large circular machine or a box with a large circle inside, and we only used cream and sugar for it. It was round. I hadn't been able to remember if it was round or a box with a white or steel round interior (some part of it white, some part of it steel colored and all of it round I think) but the crank was on the top, on the lid, and I remember it being round and we put rock salt in it somewhere. We had for more than one year and used it in the summers, and my mother always talked about how it was soft set and melted quickly so we had to get more rock salt and ice. It was hard to cut out of but then it melted quickly. I think my brother and I helped once for the novelty, and that's why I remember the salt and ice, and we took turns, but after we all made it one time, my Mom was the one who made it. And actually, possibly it was a stir-thing, because I remember it got thicker on the sides and you'd scrape it off and then kept doing this and it turned into ice cream, so maybe there wasn't a crank thing. I thought there was but I might be mixing it up with the crank that was on the side of the slushy machine. This one, I remember, we stirred the sides because it froze there first. Yeah. Stirred. We stirred it and scraped it as it hardened. There was a lid for storage and to keep it cold, but we stirred it. For what's it's worth. My Mom usually made it because our arms got tired.
We had 2 actually. First a larger one that had a ball that rolled at the bottom somehow and it was the one that used rock salt. It was possibly a box shape with a circle inside. Then the next one was a smaller crockpot size and style and round on the outside and inside and it fit in the freezer. The other one was too big to put in the freezer. We used the large one for years and then it disappeared and there was a smaller one. Both were stirred. The large one had a lid and if we put it in the freezer, it was by taking an inner part out out of the outside of it first.
Michael Middleton: one of the baby "animals". Pedophile. I wonder if Hedy's name is pronounced "hay-dee" or "heh-dee". Hay-dee makes more sense because I would have remembered and then used the word "baby" to point out babies with better familiarity. Baby was one of my first words. I'm told "Kitty" was one of the first words, but I remember how little I was, a baby myself, when I was saying "baby". I remember being held in someone's arms, and pointing them out and saying, "baby". I looked it up and it's hay-dee. I was less than a year old when I was saying "baby" and I remember it. I also remember someone stole my baby book that my mother started for me, a record of firsts. There were entire sections missing. When I asked why, she didn't explain. She skipped entire months and then wrote things in, and then skipped ahead. That isn't like my mother because she marks everything as they happen, like on a calendar, and never forgets. This is possibly because I had been switched with another baby while I was being tortured or because I had no responses because I was tortured.
Also, when I was electrocuted last night, there was a ton of traffic on the road near my house and I could hear it going by. It was at about 3 a.m. last night that it happened and lots of people out. I heard something again tonight and a few smaller things have been done but nothing like last night. I don't want to be electrocuted again.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
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.
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.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
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.
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.
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