I am being targeted with military and NASA technology since classes started for me in college. It is mostly being done when I'm online trying to work on my classes and all of my classes are online. So this is to make it very clear what the United States continues to do.
It is occurring tonight, it happened last night, the night before last night, and every single time I've been trying to work on college.
Someone was not targeting me if I blogged, at this point, focusing instead on torturing me in classes that I have to have good grades in or cannot go to grad school, or have a career, or even learn what I need to learn. So they've been fine, recently, with my blogging, and have targeted me for the financial aspects of attacking me when trying to compete in academics.
Not only that, today there was an entire regiment of soldiers in camoflague and plain dress in town today, and then hearing a bunch of them got a surprise welcome in Chicago, is a little strange, given the fact President Barak Obama held a gun to my head.
For someone who has been on the "anti-gun" campaign, he not only ran drugs between Chicago, England, and the Pacific NW, he held a gun to my head in Moses Lake, Washington when he visited our house there. This was before he raped me in Seattle a few years later. He was encouraged to shoot me in the house and when he didn't, he was told, "You'll regret it later." Then he had me go over to stand next to him and put a deathlock grip on me on my shoulder and I passed out. I don't know why I passed out unless he cut off some kind of circulation point or someone came up behind me when he was doing this, and injected me and I sort of remember someone coming up behind me to inject me while he was squeezing some point of my neck and shoulder in a martial arts lock of some kind.
I do not deserve to be tortured and I am tired of anti-competitive antics which are terrorism and domestic mafia. I am really sure which Obama prefers--to be called a terrorist, part of a UK-Israel-U.S. terrorist group that had some Irish and Italian mafia backing them, or if he prefers to be known as part of a mafia.
The U.S. attorney who had my mother take photos of me was not the only U.S. government employee there. One of them was Laura Laughlin. I don't know what her position was then, or if she worked for Portland at the time, and was brought in, or for Seattle, and then got moved to Portland and back to Seattle, but she was there and she has used her past involvement with me and my "parents" to personally have me blacklisted by the entire FBI.
Also, Charles Bolden, who is now head of the NASA departments, was present in some of the shuttles I took with my parents in the 80s where I was beat up and tortured. He was an astronaut at the time, and was involved in some of the missions and he sat next to a British looking or speaking astronaut for one of the shuttles, who was tall, larger-bodied, and blond. He HATED me. I mean, I didn't even know who he was and he really, really, had something against me and as a kid, or pre-teen, I didn't know why he disliked me that much. He was also always joking around with the blond man about how he was "Prince Charles" or he'd tell me to call him "The King" and it was some joke they had over his name being "Charles". So, for example, I asked him what his name was and he snarled at me and then instead of saying what he really thought about me he made a sarcastic joke to have another astronaut there hear and think it was funny and he said, "Why do you want to know?" the other blond said, "He's the king...(hahah)..King Charles."
He didn't want to tell me his name. Charles Bolden had a lot of SHIT up his sleeve to hide. So it was another blond, Caucasian astronaut who told me. I felt that other man, even if he was friends with Bolden, and it seemed he liked him, I think he knew something was wrong with him. And I couldn't figure out why he hated me so much so I persisted in asking him what his name was until I got it, and then had it confirmed by others in the shuttle.
So I really don't need continued torture and SHIT from Mr. "King" Bolden, or Leon Panetta the Irish-House-Party-Basher, or Barak Obama who ran drugs all over the world, held a gun to my head in an attempted homicide, and then settled for raping me instead, along with endorsing continued torture of me and stents in my chest by surgery and any means to facilitate torture of me remotely by technology.
I do NOT believe this country should have trading rights with any other country and I believe every other country should put sanctions on any trade with the U.S. I also do not believe any other country should be trading with Canada or England, based on what some of their higher officials and royals have done.
No one who heats up iron rods to glowing temperatures and inserts them into the rectums of children, and then retains their positions running a country, can be trusted or respected.
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
5,000 Lives In Danger In Iran: Other Notable "Changes" in 2004
Here are some other things which changed in 2004. This was when both Edward Howard was reported dead from Russia at the same time my grandfather Robert Guy Garrett Sr. died of an another attack to his heart. According to reports, he'd had some problems with an odd chemical smell in the house occasionally and some other things involving U.S. government.
Some of the people who switched like light switches, overnight, to go from pretending they had to care, to not caring at all, dropping the cover, and paving the way for my being tortured night and day starting in 2004-2005, were Monica Allen and her mother Rebecca Allen. Rebecca shocked me because from the start, she was always coming across as a friendly, genial, dramatic Mexican mother who would say often, "You guys are weeeeiiiird...." Weeeeiiiiirdd. She said it all the time when I visited their house and her daughter and I were goofing off. This changed, to a sudden odd "last supper" with her at a BBQ involving her new boyfriend and other people I didn't know and then she never wanted to talk to me again.
I had thought it was over Tim Henderson and his control over Monica, but I don't think so anymore. Rebecca was motivated by money and even Monica knew it, and Monica had started working for someone in government. I can't imagine she was a full-blown employee, but a government "rat" or informant who ended up spying on me and reporting things to others, yes.
So when CIA "defector" was reported dead, along with my grandpa, all of a sudden, without any other explanation, Rebecca thought it was time to cut me off. Their "work", whatever it had been, was done, and now I was on the isolation path to getting set up for full-blown, FT government torture.
They were not the only individuals who suddenly flipped a switch. The FBI and lawyers and Judges involved in my lawsuits did the same thing. They're gone? Okay, let's shut these lawsuits down now.
I am not sure how this worked out, my next idea, but I think somehow Edward Howard believed the Bechtold family was on his side when they weren't. It was yet another family that let me know what they really thought after he died.
I also think the U.S. knew Edward Howard and my grandfather Robert Guy Garrett Sr., were, or could have been connected to eachother.
When Edward Howard told 2 U.S. embassy officials visiting Russia he had an important message he was asking them to give to someone in the U.S., he was telling them to give it to the U.S. Marines. He asked them to notify the embassy Marines, and my grandfather was a U.S. Marine of important standing.
His message was that "5,000 lives are endangered in Iran" and to notify the U.S. embassy Marines. He didn't elaborate and this was the message.
At that time, MY life was endangered, and I was the one who "ran" away from school as a kid. I ran.
I am told I'm biologically related to Edward Howard, so in that case, it is further likely, his message was coded to suggest Cameo Garrett's life and her reproductive potential are endangered, notify Marines who will notify her grandfather. A woman has approximately that many eggs available, that many 'lives' at the time of my age then. I was also the one who ran away from school. "What did you do?" "I ran." "Where?" "Away from school".
Furthermore, it was later proven I ended up being a target of assassination attempts in the U.S. by U.S. employees and those connected to the U.S., and then even later, my reproductive rights were also endangered when someone tried to suggest I needed a surgical procedure that would have been invasive and put me under, when I didn't need it. In 2010, the U.S. was extorting me in an attempt to lay hands on eggs from my ovaries and admitted it.
Because my grandpa Garrett wrote and talked to my Dad Bob Garrett Jr., and others as well, if it was known I was in danger, sending this kind of message to U.S. Department of State embassy officials, who would pass it on to Marines, "from Edward Howard" would have known who it was about: Me.
There was no reason at the time for Edward Howard to be doing intel on Iran, or about or regarding U.S. citizens living in Iran. He was living in Russia, as an accused U.S. CIA defector, and if he had kids, and I was one of them, I was an unusual child in that I actually ran away from school and lied to a bunch of grown ups and then literally "ran" through bushes and along a hillside, avoiding the road because of cops, in the 3rd grade.
I was not "typical" and if there were approximately 5,000 U.S. citizens endangered in Iran, it was the 5,000 unborn U.S. citizens in me, Miss I-Ran. Not only that, he wanted Marines notified. No one asked officials to notify Marines specifically unless they think someone in the Marines will know which Marine to send the message to, who is in the U.S. and receiving messages from an "Edward Howard".
Edward Howard's message to these U.S. officials was apparently so urgent, he bought them a bottle of wine and then asked them what it would take to send this message. It was not lost on other U.S. employees, who since that time, of the bottle of wine purchase, decided to have me over for dinner and wanted to open up a brand new bottle of wine, whether I drank or not.
Dan Gatti's idea to tell Abbey monks, "Tell them you'll take a polygraph", and actually, I think it was another lawyer as well, one whose name will come to me and I met with him more than once, he is tall, over 6', white, and dark brown hair and swims. He said the same thing, and all the while, here was a man who the FBI hated who was accused of lying on a polygraph about a matter that was undisclosed. It was never revealed publicly what it was.
The next comment came from FBI Rick Baken, who decided to add to this "inside joke" and said, regarding a report I had about FBI agents, "Tell them you didn't think it was 'professional'" and then he smirked with a faraway look in his eyes and said, "They'll like that."
What was most likely in dispute over Howard's polygraph, was a matter that perhaps Howard said he didn't think "was professional" and was personal and private in nature. Maybe he hadn't told them he had another kid--me, and they found out it was his.
Or, maybe he didn't lie about anything and the FBI just wanted to smear him as unprofessional with a drinking habit. I don't know.
I don't think even Edward Howard's son or his wife had anything to do with U.S. Marines. I did. Which meant he possibly felt his son was safe and I was not. His son, I've never met, and is named Lee Howard. If a bunch of U.S. lives were endangered, literally, in Iran, he would have said to the embassy officials, notify the embassy, not notify the Marines.
While Edward Howard worked with Palestinians in the past, using this or referring to Iran was also a way to send a message about me.
Even Jewish Supremist rapist Josh Gatov wanted to buy a bottle of wine before he raped me and I think it was to get to Howard.
I'd like to know what kind of wine he purchased for the U.S. embassy officials that he approached while they were in Moscow. It could be enlightening.
Of course I know a lot of people drink wine and buy bottles of wine. However, on specific occasions I've known it was used by government employees to be symbolic to them, as their own personal "kick".
If his son ever wanted to talk to me, I wouldn't mind. If he wanted evidence by DNA or something, I don't mind doing that, and I don't mind sharing with him what this country has done to me and my son. Of course, that's almost impossible on a private basis because nothing about my life is private.
I want this government exposed and my son Oliver returned to me.
Some of the people who switched like light switches, overnight, to go from pretending they had to care, to not caring at all, dropping the cover, and paving the way for my being tortured night and day starting in 2004-2005, were Monica Allen and her mother Rebecca Allen. Rebecca shocked me because from the start, she was always coming across as a friendly, genial, dramatic Mexican mother who would say often, "You guys are weeeeiiiird...." Weeeeiiiiirdd. She said it all the time when I visited their house and her daughter and I were goofing off. This changed, to a sudden odd "last supper" with her at a BBQ involving her new boyfriend and other people I didn't know and then she never wanted to talk to me again.
I had thought it was over Tim Henderson and his control over Monica, but I don't think so anymore. Rebecca was motivated by money and even Monica knew it, and Monica had started working for someone in government. I can't imagine she was a full-blown employee, but a government "rat" or informant who ended up spying on me and reporting things to others, yes.
So when CIA "defector" was reported dead, along with my grandpa, all of a sudden, without any other explanation, Rebecca thought it was time to cut me off. Their "work", whatever it had been, was done, and now I was on the isolation path to getting set up for full-blown, FT government torture.
They were not the only individuals who suddenly flipped a switch. The FBI and lawyers and Judges involved in my lawsuits did the same thing. They're gone? Okay, let's shut these lawsuits down now.
I am not sure how this worked out, my next idea, but I think somehow Edward Howard believed the Bechtold family was on his side when they weren't. It was yet another family that let me know what they really thought after he died.
I also think the U.S. knew Edward Howard and my grandfather Robert Guy Garrett Sr., were, or could have been connected to eachother.
When Edward Howard told 2 U.S. embassy officials visiting Russia he had an important message he was asking them to give to someone in the U.S., he was telling them to give it to the U.S. Marines. He asked them to notify the embassy Marines, and my grandfather was a U.S. Marine of important standing.
His message was that "5,000 lives are endangered in Iran" and to notify the U.S. embassy Marines. He didn't elaborate and this was the message.
At that time, MY life was endangered, and I was the one who "ran" away from school as a kid. I ran.
I am told I'm biologically related to Edward Howard, so in that case, it is further likely, his message was coded to suggest Cameo Garrett's life and her reproductive potential are endangered, notify Marines who will notify her grandfather. A woman has approximately that many eggs available, that many 'lives' at the time of my age then. I was also the one who ran away from school. "What did you do?" "I ran." "Where?" "Away from school".
Furthermore, it was later proven I ended up being a target of assassination attempts in the U.S. by U.S. employees and those connected to the U.S., and then even later, my reproductive rights were also endangered when someone tried to suggest I needed a surgical procedure that would have been invasive and put me under, when I didn't need it. In 2010, the U.S. was extorting me in an attempt to lay hands on eggs from my ovaries and admitted it.
Because my grandpa Garrett wrote and talked to my Dad Bob Garrett Jr., and others as well, if it was known I was in danger, sending this kind of message to U.S. Department of State embassy officials, who would pass it on to Marines, "from Edward Howard" would have known who it was about: Me.
There was no reason at the time for Edward Howard to be doing intel on Iran, or about or regarding U.S. citizens living in Iran. He was living in Russia, as an accused U.S. CIA defector, and if he had kids, and I was one of them, I was an unusual child in that I actually ran away from school and lied to a bunch of grown ups and then literally "ran" through bushes and along a hillside, avoiding the road because of cops, in the 3rd grade.
I was not "typical" and if there were approximately 5,000 U.S. citizens endangered in Iran, it was the 5,000 unborn U.S. citizens in me, Miss I-Ran. Not only that, he wanted Marines notified. No one asked officials to notify Marines specifically unless they think someone in the Marines will know which Marine to send the message to, who is in the U.S. and receiving messages from an "Edward Howard".
Edward Howard's message to these U.S. officials was apparently so urgent, he bought them a bottle of wine and then asked them what it would take to send this message. It was not lost on other U.S. employees, who since that time, of the bottle of wine purchase, decided to have me over for dinner and wanted to open up a brand new bottle of wine, whether I drank or not.
Dan Gatti's idea to tell Abbey monks, "Tell them you'll take a polygraph", and actually, I think it was another lawyer as well, one whose name will come to me and I met with him more than once, he is tall, over 6', white, and dark brown hair and swims. He said the same thing, and all the while, here was a man who the FBI hated who was accused of lying on a polygraph about a matter that was undisclosed. It was never revealed publicly what it was.
The next comment came from FBI Rick Baken, who decided to add to this "inside joke" and said, regarding a report I had about FBI agents, "Tell them you didn't think it was 'professional'" and then he smirked with a faraway look in his eyes and said, "They'll like that."
What was most likely in dispute over Howard's polygraph, was a matter that perhaps Howard said he didn't think "was professional" and was personal and private in nature. Maybe he hadn't told them he had another kid--me, and they found out it was his.
Or, maybe he didn't lie about anything and the FBI just wanted to smear him as unprofessional with a drinking habit. I don't know.
I don't think even Edward Howard's son or his wife had anything to do with U.S. Marines. I did. Which meant he possibly felt his son was safe and I was not. His son, I've never met, and is named Lee Howard. If a bunch of U.S. lives were endangered, literally, in Iran, he would have said to the embassy officials, notify the embassy, not notify the Marines.
While Edward Howard worked with Palestinians in the past, using this or referring to Iran was also a way to send a message about me.
Even Jewish Supremist rapist Josh Gatov wanted to buy a bottle of wine before he raped me and I think it was to get to Howard.
I'd like to know what kind of wine he purchased for the U.S. embassy officials that he approached while they were in Moscow. It could be enlightening.
Of course I know a lot of people drink wine and buy bottles of wine. However, on specific occasions I've known it was used by government employees to be symbolic to them, as their own personal "kick".
If his son ever wanted to talk to me, I wouldn't mind. If he wanted evidence by DNA or something, I don't mind doing that, and I don't mind sharing with him what this country has done to me and my son. Of course, that's almost impossible on a private basis because nothing about my life is private.
I want this government exposed and my son Oliver returned to me.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
PRISM: U.S. Surveillance Only or Canada Too
Prism. Wait. It's PRISM.
Wait. It's in Canada?
What thuh?
I saw Fox News last night. Not tonight, night before last. They had some special about "Who's watching you now" featuring Mary Katherine Ham and Juan Williams and then commercials following from Mutual Insurance showing a woman holding her kid in mid-air and throwing water over his head from the sink. Then there were commercials about "white patches" after muddy boots where sludge covered feet. Another commercial of someone spraying with a hose.
Then there was some woman on named "Sharyl" who was from CBS, and she is a reporter and does some investigation journalism or at least, stories about administration and she does the research for them. Whether she's out there doing the whole "P.I." thing I don't know. What she was there for was to say she realized she was being subjected to hacking and alerted CBS and the symptoms were that she had 2 computers and they were turning themselves on at night. Then they were loading programs or something and then other electronics in her house were going off (I think she said but maybe it was just the back and forth with 2 computers). So this was going on and back and forth and Bill O'Reilly said, "Like the Poultergeist or something" and she said yeah, it was bizarre, like you wonder what in the world is going on. They related it to the surveillance by PRISM which is a secret program by NSA.
So. This same thing happened to me when my son was with me. I wasn't given credibility like "Sharyl", I was called "nuts" and told I was psychotic or delusional. I was imagining things. So Bill said to Sharyl she must have been working on something important and she listed several things, 3 stories actually. They all had to do with administration of White House or agencies. My Dad said, "She was writing about something important" and I said, "Well obviously someone was worried I was too, because I was blogging and being tortured and this same thing was done to my computer and Oliver's toys."
Here is the weird part.
If it's PRISM, is PRISM in CANADA?
I mean, what the hell is that? Some kind of "You'll thank us Canada" effort on the part of someone who wants to isolate it to American issues?
Canada did the same thing to me and my son.
Then this guy goes to Hong Kong, Edward Snowden, and Hong Kong is still British underpinnings. So I have to say, I think is it VERY GOOD he did this. However, when Karl Rove is next, to talk after Sharyl, is he really pissed at Edward Snowden for "exposing NSA" and threatening him with the death penalty? or is he glad Edward created an alibi for the Canadian assholes.
I mean, I'm glad it's a start. It is definitely a start at proving there are some crazy things going on with the U.S. government and somehow, someone got docs to show it's true. I just hope someone keeps digging for more because that is just the start of it and PRISM is far worse than described.
The fact is, my son and I not only had our computers hacked after a Wenatchee police officer connected the two, and I guess, going back earlier than that on some things, they were targeting my son's toys.
NSA collects data on how to turn kid's toys off and on? And then in Canada too? along with torture concurrently?
One thing that's true is NSA is military operated. It's not its own organization. It is a database organizations that collects information for the U.S. Army specifically. They share the information with other military but it's U.S. Army specific and coordinates with intelligence.
Why would the U.S. Army or NASA be using their technology against me and my son when we were in Canada? We were staying at a Canadian shelter, and it happened, and was with torture that affected other women who were sleeping there, and it happened at Bruce and Karin's house, and they had the friend with the vineyard or who knew of someone with a vineyard and who said "Ciao" when he was leaving. White guy. Looked slightly like Malcom Butler. Bruce was heavy into smoking weed. They drove a jeep or SUV and said it wasn't an RCMP one but why say that if it's not? then his sister was a social worker for kids, like the equivalent of CPS. And HE was trying to get me to agree to offer sexual favors in exchange for getting my son medicine for bronchitis caused by U.S. and Canadian torture.
They dish it, and they want us to pay for their crimes too. I mean, like, "Can I shoot you, and you go to the hospital, and then you'll pay the bill for it, k?" and then "We're going to do this lots of times, until you have so many hospital bills you're credit is shit and you can't pay them, and can't get credit cards, and can't rent your own apartment, so why don't you just be a nice woman and suck some federal Canadian or U.S. ++++ and we'll be nicer to you and your son?" "Oh yeah, and then we're closing your bank account on you without notice and saying it's for credit problems so you can't open your own business here, or invest your money, or get interest on saving money, k?"
Why would Bruce get an idea to suggest I offer sexual favors in exchange for medicine (basically, prostitution I could go to jail for, when Canada had no legal reason to put me in jail because they knew I was within my legal rights).
Could it be he knew about my being abused as a baby and toddler and trafficked between Canada and the U.S. until 1982?
It wasn't like he just mentioned it. He drove me and my son out, in his RCMP suv, and then he stopped at a parking lot of a store he had to get something at. He started talking about it in in the car, after 20 minutes of driving and then in the parking lot. He said there was nothing he "needed" that I was offering him. He already had all these other things and what could I give him? He made it sexual and of course he knew I had no money. I offered to do chores, errands, work for them, whatever they wanted, that was work to pay it off. He was experienced at what he did. There is no way he made that kind of talk and pressure only once in his life. He sounded like someone who was expert at entrapment and he put pressure on me, looking at my sick son and saying there was no medicine for him unless I did something. He sounded like a cop. His wife Karin was from Quebec. He was from Saskatchewan or B.C. or something, one of the provinces and she was from Quebec and spoke French and was French Canadian.
It's a little odd that Bruce and Karin with his wife Karin from Quebec, who spoke French, were having me stay there when Karin Whittemore is from Quebec and spoke French and was connected to NY FBI and Oregon and Washington FBI.
The U.S. knew I was forced to go there if they tortured me, and they knew how much money I had and knew what I had said about Canada. So they had all of this set up ahead of time. It was premeditated. My son never had a chance.
He never had a chance with them, ever and their claims about the good and welfare of the child are B.S. Who trafficked ME? THEY DID.
So what do we have here? FBI contacts with electronics going off in their house for me and my son and a little torture too? Is that NSA or is that FBI, that leads to NY FBI and to Karin Whittemore and Christa Schneider and Kate Middleton.
Of course, with a new baby it's important to focus on NSA U.S. programs only while Snowden gets a break with the British Embassy in Hong Kong. Wasn't he working for the CIA? OH YEAH, like the Middletons.
So hooking me up with a NY FBI guy was pretty smart huh? Ditto for Canada.
Yes, NSA is definitely doing what Snowden says they're doing but it's much more than that. And there are other players in the "torture and intimidation" game.
Wait. It's in Canada?
What thuh?
I saw Fox News last night. Not tonight, night before last. They had some special about "Who's watching you now" featuring Mary Katherine Ham and Juan Williams and then commercials following from Mutual Insurance showing a woman holding her kid in mid-air and throwing water over his head from the sink. Then there were commercials about "white patches" after muddy boots where sludge covered feet. Another commercial of someone spraying with a hose.
Then there was some woman on named "Sharyl" who was from CBS, and she is a reporter and does some investigation journalism or at least, stories about administration and she does the research for them. Whether she's out there doing the whole "P.I." thing I don't know. What she was there for was to say she realized she was being subjected to hacking and alerted CBS and the symptoms were that she had 2 computers and they were turning themselves on at night. Then they were loading programs or something and then other electronics in her house were going off (I think she said but maybe it was just the back and forth with 2 computers). So this was going on and back and forth and Bill O'Reilly said, "Like the Poultergeist or something" and she said yeah, it was bizarre, like you wonder what in the world is going on. They related it to the surveillance by PRISM which is a secret program by NSA.
So. This same thing happened to me when my son was with me. I wasn't given credibility like "Sharyl", I was called "nuts" and told I was psychotic or delusional. I was imagining things. So Bill said to Sharyl she must have been working on something important and she listed several things, 3 stories actually. They all had to do with administration of White House or agencies. My Dad said, "She was writing about something important" and I said, "Well obviously someone was worried I was too, because I was blogging and being tortured and this same thing was done to my computer and Oliver's toys."
Here is the weird part.
If it's PRISM, is PRISM in CANADA?
I mean, what the hell is that? Some kind of "You'll thank us Canada" effort on the part of someone who wants to isolate it to American issues?
Canada did the same thing to me and my son.
Then this guy goes to Hong Kong, Edward Snowden, and Hong Kong is still British underpinnings. So I have to say, I think is it VERY GOOD he did this. However, when Karl Rove is next, to talk after Sharyl, is he really pissed at Edward Snowden for "exposing NSA" and threatening him with the death penalty? or is he glad Edward created an alibi for the Canadian assholes.
I mean, I'm glad it's a start. It is definitely a start at proving there are some crazy things going on with the U.S. government and somehow, someone got docs to show it's true. I just hope someone keeps digging for more because that is just the start of it and PRISM is far worse than described.
The fact is, my son and I not only had our computers hacked after a Wenatchee police officer connected the two, and I guess, going back earlier than that on some things, they were targeting my son's toys.
NSA collects data on how to turn kid's toys off and on? And then in Canada too? along with torture concurrently?
One thing that's true is NSA is military operated. It's not its own organization. It is a database organizations that collects information for the U.S. Army specifically. They share the information with other military but it's U.S. Army specific and coordinates with intelligence.
Why would the U.S. Army or NASA be using their technology against me and my son when we were in Canada? We were staying at a Canadian shelter, and it happened, and was with torture that affected other women who were sleeping there, and it happened at Bruce and Karin's house, and they had the friend with the vineyard or who knew of someone with a vineyard and who said "Ciao" when he was leaving. White guy. Looked slightly like Malcom Butler. Bruce was heavy into smoking weed. They drove a jeep or SUV and said it wasn't an RCMP one but why say that if it's not? then his sister was a social worker for kids, like the equivalent of CPS. And HE was trying to get me to agree to offer sexual favors in exchange for getting my son medicine for bronchitis caused by U.S. and Canadian torture.
They dish it, and they want us to pay for their crimes too. I mean, like, "Can I shoot you, and you go to the hospital, and then you'll pay the bill for it, k?" and then "We're going to do this lots of times, until you have so many hospital bills you're credit is shit and you can't pay them, and can't get credit cards, and can't rent your own apartment, so why don't you just be a nice woman and suck some federal Canadian or U.S. ++++ and we'll be nicer to you and your son?" "Oh yeah, and then we're closing your bank account on you without notice and saying it's for credit problems so you can't open your own business here, or invest your money, or get interest on saving money, k?"
Why would Bruce get an idea to suggest I offer sexual favors in exchange for medicine (basically, prostitution I could go to jail for, when Canada had no legal reason to put me in jail because they knew I was within my legal rights).
Could it be he knew about my being abused as a baby and toddler and trafficked between Canada and the U.S. until 1982?
It wasn't like he just mentioned it. He drove me and my son out, in his RCMP suv, and then he stopped at a parking lot of a store he had to get something at. He started talking about it in in the car, after 20 minutes of driving and then in the parking lot. He said there was nothing he "needed" that I was offering him. He already had all these other things and what could I give him? He made it sexual and of course he knew I had no money. I offered to do chores, errands, work for them, whatever they wanted, that was work to pay it off. He was experienced at what he did. There is no way he made that kind of talk and pressure only once in his life. He sounded like someone who was expert at entrapment and he put pressure on me, looking at my sick son and saying there was no medicine for him unless I did something. He sounded like a cop. His wife Karin was from Quebec. He was from Saskatchewan or B.C. or something, one of the provinces and she was from Quebec and spoke French and was French Canadian.
It's a little odd that Bruce and Karin with his wife Karin from Quebec, who spoke French, were having me stay there when Karin Whittemore is from Quebec and spoke French and was connected to NY FBI and Oregon and Washington FBI.
The U.S. knew I was forced to go there if they tortured me, and they knew how much money I had and knew what I had said about Canada. So they had all of this set up ahead of time. It was premeditated. My son never had a chance.
He never had a chance with them, ever and their claims about the good and welfare of the child are B.S. Who trafficked ME? THEY DID.
So what do we have here? FBI contacts with electronics going off in their house for me and my son and a little torture too? Is that NSA or is that FBI, that leads to NY FBI and to Karin Whittemore and Christa Schneider and Kate Middleton.
Of course, with a new baby it's important to focus on NSA U.S. programs only while Snowden gets a break with the British Embassy in Hong Kong. Wasn't he working for the CIA? OH YEAH, like the Middletons.
So hooking me up with a NY FBI guy was pretty smart huh? Ditto for Canada.
Yes, NSA is definitely doing what Snowden says they're doing but it's much more than that. And there are other players in the "torture and intimidation" game.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Swan, Cameron, Electrocution As Child, Throwing Up
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.
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.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
(UPDATED) Kim Campbell, Hedy Fry, Joseph Trudeau
2:06 p.m. 5/113/2013: I've updated this to include more information that I shared today with someone which I will share here as well, about Hedy Fry and restraints used on me during torture. I was not in a bathtub getting electrocuted. I was in a chair with restraints and on a table or bed, with restraints.
The woman Hedy Fry, I recognize, though I'd like to see a younger photo of her. I noticed a woman who was similiar to this, who went into my local health food store and the minute I heard her voice, I froze. I was so afraid, I didn't get her license plate number. I recognized her voice instantly and she was talking to the store clerk Julie about how she was taking a trip (vacation) to some tropical island. She said "Ciao-ciao" when she left and got a look at me first and smirked before she went. It was right about the time Katie Middleton decided to let her eggs down and thought her family was safe from prosecution. Apparently Julie knows who she is, because she was familiar with her and had conversation with her that indicated they had talked before. Whoever that woman was, she was involved in torturing me when I was a kid and I am 100% positive about it. This woman who went into the store was my height or shorter. Whether it was Hedy Fry or not, I don't know, but I recognized the voice. It instantly brought back horrible memories. She is not someone I knew from Washington D.C. From the conversation, I didn't get the feeling she was local either, but traveling through, so she's been here to visit before. I also didn't want to give it away that I was so shocked and alarmed by her. So I stayed where I was, not turning around, and listening, and then pretended like nothing was wrong when she left and Julie looked at me. I remember exactly where I was standing when she came in and I was facing the carob chips, pumpkin seeds, and cranberry sauce. I remember exactly where I was, and what she said, because I recognized her as someone who had tortured me. What I was surprised to hear her say was "ciao-ciao" because she I didn't think she seemed "colombian". I am NOT saying SHE was Hedy Fry, but I recognized her voice. I thought she looked Japanese, actually, and she said she was going to Trinidad or some "out there" island. Even if she is not Fry, and probably wouldn't be, I recognized her as being involved and I would not retract this statement. She had sunglasses on but I recognized her voice. Also, I knew she was connected to Katie Middleton because of what she and Julie said and it was implied she was going to get pregnant "now". This occured at the Eden Valley Health Food store. I was surprised she said "ciao-ciao" because she didn't look hispanic, but more islands or japanese, and then her accent wasn't hispanic either and she had a very faint accent (not European or Native American). When she came in, I didn't even turn around, because I was looking at something but when I heard her voice, I froze. I knew her. I had an almost flashback of being tortured, and froze. Then I heard her talking about Katie Middleton, or in inuendos about it so then when she said "ciao-ciao" I figured she was connected to Alvaro or Colombians somehow or wanted to sound like she was. The other person who had said "ciao" unexpectedly was when I was in Canada. A psychologist showed up to interview me. He went to Bruce and Karins house and looked sort of like Malcolm Butler and was assessing me and when he left he said "ciao" with a kind of wink to Bruce (in Penticton, B.C.). Of course they tried to set me up to see if I'd do or offer something sexually, I guess, because Canadian officials were already involved in MKUltra activities against me when I was a kid. He also told me his family or friend had a wine vineyard there.
Possibly it was that Julie asked her if she was going to Trinidad, and then she said no, she was going somewhere else this time, but she was going on a vacation somewhere and an island was brought up that was out in the exotic islands somewhere. If Julie was the one who mentioned it, that was how I knew she knew the woman already because it was something she said like this that indicated she already knew where this woman liked to go. It was a year ago.
I also think it's odd that when the FBI knows exactly what happened to me, they have concealed this. Karin Whittemore is with NY FBI and was from Canada and she knows more too, and how is it NY wanted to send Agent Fowler to this area?
Also, Hedy Fry was trained in Dublin, Ireland and Robin Bechtold's brother was commuting back and forth from there about the time Robin and his family wanted revenge against me. Both Robin and Erica Ballinger introduced themselves to me and tried to get close, by sitting behind me and tapping on my shoulder, and repeatedly talking to me and trying to be friends while seated directly behind me. How "Hedy Fry". The only students who did this were them and possibly Jennifer Coleman. Robin did this as soon as I arrived, my first year of high school there. Erica was next and they used the exact same technique. Turns out, they were working together all along. With Middleton.
This idea comes from the fact that if Tony Roos is connected to Middleton and Bechtold, and then Mike Nichols is Canadian (and was) and lived with FBI parents who knew Bechtold (directly or through Erik Lund), and Christa Schneider was connected to the Mexican guy next to Erica Ballinger's house (or if he was related to the man, or linked to Tony or Whittemore or Bujanda who lived in that area), and connected to Yuille, it's all connected. I think it might be wrong, but I keep seeing a Tiffany Middleton that is showing up as related to Tony Roos as well but I am not sure about it. I know Bryan Parker had a best friend named Tiffany from school, who he talked to more than any other girl.
This is the kind of thing Canada and the United States did to me, but I was a baby and a little toddler and they trafficked me back and forth between the two countries to do this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BxnaBWPQGI8N6KILv_llBr
Oh look, it's inside the Pemberton operating room at the Royal Jubilee Hospital in Victoria, B.C.:
https://www.facebook.com/will.wagler
You know, it explains a lot. It explains why I could never take an apartment next to a window that faced up against a brick wall or be in a basement with brick all around. I couldn't even sit next to windows like that at cafes. It was a subconcious aversion which I now know is directly related to one of the sites where I was tortured.
(end of update)
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These people were involved in torturing me.
I recognize Hedy Fry as well.
When I saw Trudeau's photo as he is older, it wasn't as much of a shock as his younger photos but I don't remember him specifically, just something about the younger photos. Kim Campbell is inescapable as to guilt. The other thing I noticed, is that she looks very much like Mike Nichols, the man who tried to kill me, who was born a Canadian citizen and adopted by a U.S. Nichols family. He looks like Kim Campbell, who is said to have no children.
Mike told me his biological parents were in Toronto, Canada but he was never telling me the truth. I have, then, no idea where they are from. I met an Ingrid Knutson who I thought looked similiar and mostly, that she had an interest in me, but if Mike is someone like Kim Campbell's kid, or of that significance, this is a major reason why the Canadian Embassy and government had factions of it which have been extremely hostile.
Not only is the Canadian government guilty of torturing me, hands-on torture, they have a citizen who supposedly was adopted by U.S. parents but seems to have been working for Canadians instead, or both, as both the U.S. and Canada were involved in MKUltra.
Kim Campbell is someone Katie Middleton would be connected to. When I stated Mike Middleton was involved, he had Kim Campbell, who went to the London School of Economics, on his side in Vancouver, B.C., where I was being taken several times. What is also strange is that, I would have to look again later, but aside from an iron print, I saw something on my back that looked like Kim Campbell's initials. The K and the C in her signature are unique and when I saw something on my back I thought it was a figure 8 and some other thing next to it, but it looks a lot like her initials in her signature or I wouldn't have noticied or thought of it. That would be seriously bizarre, so I'll have to check again, but if it's true, if it is true I have a K, C, on my back, when she was involved in that area at the time I was tortured, with a surgeon named Hedy Fry present, there is a significant problem. Significant as well, is the fact that her mother was a "Cook". Phyllis A. Cook. The other thing that would be weird, is that Chris Dabney asked me what the label was on the back of my coat and I said, "I don't know. Campbell?" He said, shocked, and fumbling then, "Why did you say that? what made you think of saying that?" I said, "I don't know. I thought it was Alan Campbell or something". I believe Stephanie Maiers married an Alan Campbell and I'd noticed a similiar name on a coat. Wouldn't it be odd to find out I have "Campbell" on my back?
That might explain to me why some students at PCC-Sylvania got really weird (my opinion) once and kept bringing up "Campbell". I didn't know why the name Campbell kept coming up, and one student went on and on, about did I notice the Campbell soup can art by Andy Warhol. This was brought up more than once, sometime between 1995-1999. My response had been no, I hadn't. I never forgot this because it was being spoken of many times and I had no idea why "Campbell" soup can art was such a big deal.
If I have "K" "C" on my back, along with the iron shape and the "sand dollar" circles all over, we've got a problem. DON'T we.
Even WORSE, would be to find out who Mike's actual biological parents are because his assassination attempt would implicate them. I believe he already knew who they were. Even more than Ingrid, he looks like this Kim Campbell, and it's the eyes, the...I would have to look again, but he looks like a relative.
I mean, Campbell's soup can art? Where did Princess Diana make sure to take her boys? to the soup kitchen. Kim Campbell attended Prince of Wales school, and then went to London and after this, moved to Vancouver, B.C. and married a Russian named Nathan Divinsky. Kim's name is actually Avril (April). April Campbell. Maybe Avril Lavines stage name is a combo of Avril and Laval.
Hedy Fry is someone I recognize. I also think it's disturbing Canada would have someone with a name like "Hedy Fry" as their surgeon now that I know some of the things they did to me. They electrocuted me. And then they appoint "Hedy Fry" to be in charge of the "women's federation of surgeons" (or whatever) in 1977. I was born in 1974, so that gave them 3 solid years. She is from a Bermuda Triangle of sorts, from 3 different bahama-type island locations. It wasn't Seychelles. She was Catholic and someone made sure to indicate ("lapsed") as if, upon discovery of her crimes, it might reflect upon the church.
Joseph Pierre Trudeau was the PM of Canada at that time. He went to a Jesuit Catholic school and surrounded himself with Jesuit Spainard cocker spaniels. I guess Katie was his favorite dog. He probably clubbed with Larry Galizio while visting Spain. His sexual companion, it is reported, was Barbara Streisand. Maybe this is why my parents always hated her. After a short marriage to a Catholic woman, he married Deborah Coynes. I wonder if he wasn't sleeping with Coynes before he divorced his wife.
I think someone drank coffee or had coffee breath when they tortured me. I say this because the smell of coffee made me sick to my stomach for years, all my life, which is why I never drank coffee and only had tea until about 1997. Granny gave me a cafe au lait, half coffee and half milk as a girl, but the smell of coffee made me nauseous. Especially the smell of coffee and movement. So when my parents got coffee at a McDonalds, and then we went "on a drive", I always had to roll down the window to breathe because I felt sick. Mickey Ds. There were no Starbucks or specialty shops to get coffee at, and if we went on one of those "drives", my parents never got the coffee at Burger King, they got it at McDonalds. Or sometimes they'd pour it into a mug. There was not one time I wasn't sick from it. I used to ask my parents, "Can you not bring coffee?" or I would tell them, "That smell is making me sick". I got extremely carsick from the smell of coffee in a moving car, and the only thing that helped was rolling down the window and trying to get fresh air. Possibly I was even having panic attacks and didn't know it, but mostly I felt sick.
Why should I, unless I connected it to things that were done to me and the smell of coffee on breath or in the air while I was in motion somehow, or being electrocuted, or who knows what.
Maybe Taffy Bowen's Kim Campbell had coffee breath, or the "Shock-ya Kahn" Hedy Fry did. Here's the other thing--one of those women got right in my face before they tortured me, so I am positive I could smell her sick breath first.
When I later asked Granny what kind of coffee she had, when it wasn't the "Middleton Cup" of half and half, she showed me "International Cafe". Bingo. I know of a couple of international cafes, and one would have been in Canada and another at the Moses Lake airport. Those were international places I was near. The other one would have been possibly the idea of Wenatchee and hispanic-american but it wasn't really as international. International would explain why different languages, speaking in tongues, or in languages I didn't know, scared me. Also, being shuttled between Canada and the U.S. is international in itself. My Granny was psychic so if she was trying to let me know something ahead of time, possibly, after first showing me the half and half coffee, it was with International Coffee. I think the one I tried at her house was Suisse Mocha but I also remember French Vanilla. It's made by General Food, kraft division, in the 1970s. The other organization is ICO which is International Coffee Organization and combines London with the UN at an address of "22 Burners St.".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfqcV27GT_8
I have news for you. You are going to return what's mine.
Nice artwork on this CD cover, by the way. Real nice. This woman, Emily Osment, with the "nice" artwork, and "Jordan" for her middle name, is Roman Catholic. Which is not surprising because the Catholic Church has known all along, which is why some of them have been trying to kill me. I love how these people take something horrific and make a mockery out of it. I mean, not just to make money for entertainment, but to glory in torturing others. Ironically, she didn't find out about me--I found out about them and my family has known about "them" for a very, very, long time.
This country is so run over with corruption, they literally forced me to work at Logan's, with a bunch of horrific Catholics torturing me, IN the workplace as I worked. Almost every day. Their manager Matt is a criminal and he is also U.S. Army.
Additionally, when I had to stay at that women's shelter in Nashville, I was no longer being raped in a drugged state, with some kind of sodomy or something (maybe with an object, I don't know), but I did wake up with razor cuts on my body one day, right before Katie Middleton's wedding. The same thing happened to me at Chris Dabney's house in Washington D.C. At the women's shelter, there was more than one cut, I think 2, and I had nothing sharp with me, like a knife or razor. Some woman had cut me. At that time, I had NO clue about the scars on my arms, or hadn't thought about it or noticed it since 1995. I noticed then, briefly, and forgot about it.
The woman Hedy Fry, I recognize, though I'd like to see a younger photo of her. I noticed a woman who was similiar to this, who went into my local health food store and the minute I heard her voice, I froze. I was so afraid, I didn't get her license plate number. I recognized her voice instantly and she was talking to the store clerk Julie about how she was taking a trip (vacation) to some tropical island. She said "Ciao-ciao" when she left and got a look at me first and smirked before she went. It was right about the time Katie Middleton decided to let her eggs down and thought her family was safe from prosecution. Apparently Julie knows who she is, because she was familiar with her and had conversation with her that indicated they had talked before. Whoever that woman was, she was involved in torturing me when I was a kid and I am 100% positive about it. This woman who went into the store was my height or shorter. Whether it was Hedy Fry or not, I don't know, but I recognized the voice. It instantly brought back horrible memories. She is not someone I knew from Washington D.C. From the conversation, I didn't get the feeling she was local either, but traveling through, so she's been here to visit before. I also didn't want to give it away that I was so shocked and alarmed by her. So I stayed where I was, not turning around, and listening, and then pretended like nothing was wrong when she left and Julie looked at me. I remember exactly where I was standing when she came in and I was facing the carob chips, pumpkin seeds, and cranberry sauce. I remember exactly where I was, and what she said, because I recognized her as someone who had tortured me. What I was surprised to hear her say was "ciao-ciao" because she I didn't think she seemed "colombian". I am NOT saying SHE was Hedy Fry, but I recognized her voice. I thought she looked Japanese, actually, and she said she was going to Trinidad or some "out there" island. Even if she is not Fry, and probably wouldn't be, I recognized her as being involved and I would not retract this statement. She had sunglasses on but I recognized her voice. Also, I knew she was connected to Katie Middleton because of what she and Julie said and it was implied she was going to get pregnant "now". This occured at the Eden Valley Health Food store. I was surprised she said "ciao-ciao" because she didn't look hispanic, but more islands or japanese, and then her accent wasn't hispanic either and she had a very faint accent (not European or Native American). When she came in, I didn't even turn around, because I was looking at something but when I heard her voice, I froze. I knew her. I had an almost flashback of being tortured, and froze. Then I heard her talking about Katie Middleton, or in inuendos about it so then when she said "ciao-ciao" I figured she was connected to Alvaro or Colombians somehow or wanted to sound like she was. The other person who had said "ciao" unexpectedly was when I was in Canada. A psychologist showed up to interview me. He went to Bruce and Karins house and looked sort of like Malcolm Butler and was assessing me and when he left he said "ciao" with a kind of wink to Bruce (in Penticton, B.C.). Of course they tried to set me up to see if I'd do or offer something sexually, I guess, because Canadian officials were already involved in MKUltra activities against me when I was a kid. He also told me his family or friend had a wine vineyard there.
Possibly it was that Julie asked her if she was going to Trinidad, and then she said no, she was going somewhere else this time, but she was going on a vacation somewhere and an island was brought up that was out in the exotic islands somewhere. If Julie was the one who mentioned it, that was how I knew she knew the woman already because it was something she said like this that indicated she already knew where this woman liked to go. It was a year ago.
I also think it's odd that when the FBI knows exactly what happened to me, they have concealed this. Karin Whittemore is with NY FBI and was from Canada and she knows more too, and how is it NY wanted to send Agent Fowler to this area?
Also, Hedy Fry was trained in Dublin, Ireland and Robin Bechtold's brother was commuting back and forth from there about the time Robin and his family wanted revenge against me. Both Robin and Erica Ballinger introduced themselves to me and tried to get close, by sitting behind me and tapping on my shoulder, and repeatedly talking to me and trying to be friends while seated directly behind me. How "Hedy Fry". The only students who did this were them and possibly Jennifer Coleman. Robin did this as soon as I arrived, my first year of high school there. Erica was next and they used the exact same technique. Turns out, they were working together all along. With Middleton.
This idea comes from the fact that if Tony Roos is connected to Middleton and Bechtold, and then Mike Nichols is Canadian (and was) and lived with FBI parents who knew Bechtold (directly or through Erik Lund), and Christa Schneider was connected to the Mexican guy next to Erica Ballinger's house (or if he was related to the man, or linked to Tony or Whittemore or Bujanda who lived in that area), and connected to Yuille, it's all connected. I think it might be wrong, but I keep seeing a Tiffany Middleton that is showing up as related to Tony Roos as well but I am not sure about it. I know Bryan Parker had a best friend named Tiffany from school, who he talked to more than any other girl.
This is the kind of thing Canada and the United States did to me, but I was a baby and a little toddler and they trafficked me back and forth between the two countries to do this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BxnaBWPQGI8N6KILv_llBr
Oh look, it's inside the Pemberton operating room at the Royal Jubilee Hospital in Victoria, B.C.:
https://www.facebook.com/will.wagler
You know, it explains a lot. It explains why I could never take an apartment next to a window that faced up against a brick wall or be in a basement with brick all around. I couldn't even sit next to windows like that at cafes. It was a subconcious aversion which I now know is directly related to one of the sites where I was tortured.
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These people were involved in torturing me.
I recognize Hedy Fry as well.
When I saw Trudeau's photo as he is older, it wasn't as much of a shock as his younger photos but I don't remember him specifically, just something about the younger photos. Kim Campbell is inescapable as to guilt. The other thing I noticed, is that she looks very much like Mike Nichols, the man who tried to kill me, who was born a Canadian citizen and adopted by a U.S. Nichols family. He looks like Kim Campbell, who is said to have no children.
Mike told me his biological parents were in Toronto, Canada but he was never telling me the truth. I have, then, no idea where they are from. I met an Ingrid Knutson who I thought looked similiar and mostly, that she had an interest in me, but if Mike is someone like Kim Campbell's kid, or of that significance, this is a major reason why the Canadian Embassy and government had factions of it which have been extremely hostile.
Not only is the Canadian government guilty of torturing me, hands-on torture, they have a citizen who supposedly was adopted by U.S. parents but seems to have been working for Canadians instead, or both, as both the U.S. and Canada were involved in MKUltra.
Kim Campbell is someone Katie Middleton would be connected to. When I stated Mike Middleton was involved, he had Kim Campbell, who went to the London School of Economics, on his side in Vancouver, B.C., where I was being taken several times. What is also strange is that, I would have to look again later, but aside from an iron print, I saw something on my back that looked like Kim Campbell's initials. The K and the C in her signature are unique and when I saw something on my back I thought it was a figure 8 and some other thing next to it, but it looks a lot like her initials in her signature or I wouldn't have noticied or thought of it. That would be seriously bizarre, so I'll have to check again, but if it's true, if it is true I have a K, C, on my back, when she was involved in that area at the time I was tortured, with a surgeon named Hedy Fry present, there is a significant problem. Significant as well, is the fact that her mother was a "Cook". Phyllis A. Cook. The other thing that would be weird, is that Chris Dabney asked me what the label was on the back of my coat and I said, "I don't know. Campbell?" He said, shocked, and fumbling then, "Why did you say that? what made you think of saying that?" I said, "I don't know. I thought it was Alan Campbell or something". I believe Stephanie Maiers married an Alan Campbell and I'd noticed a similiar name on a coat. Wouldn't it be odd to find out I have "Campbell" on my back?
That might explain to me why some students at PCC-Sylvania got really weird (my opinion) once and kept bringing up "Campbell". I didn't know why the name Campbell kept coming up, and one student went on and on, about did I notice the Campbell soup can art by Andy Warhol. This was brought up more than once, sometime between 1995-1999. My response had been no, I hadn't. I never forgot this because it was being spoken of many times and I had no idea why "Campbell" soup can art was such a big deal.
If I have "K" "C" on my back, along with the iron shape and the "sand dollar" circles all over, we've got a problem. DON'T we.
Even WORSE, would be to find out who Mike's actual biological parents are because his assassination attempt would implicate them. I believe he already knew who they were. Even more than Ingrid, he looks like this Kim Campbell, and it's the eyes, the...I would have to look again, but he looks like a relative.
I mean, Campbell's soup can art? Where did Princess Diana make sure to take her boys? to the soup kitchen. Kim Campbell attended Prince of Wales school, and then went to London and after this, moved to Vancouver, B.C. and married a Russian named Nathan Divinsky. Kim's name is actually Avril (April). April Campbell. Maybe Avril Lavines stage name is a combo of Avril and Laval.
Hedy Fry is someone I recognize. I also think it's disturbing Canada would have someone with a name like "Hedy Fry" as their surgeon now that I know some of the things they did to me. They electrocuted me. And then they appoint "Hedy Fry" to be in charge of the "women's federation of surgeons" (or whatever) in 1977. I was born in 1974, so that gave them 3 solid years. She is from a Bermuda Triangle of sorts, from 3 different bahama-type island locations. It wasn't Seychelles. She was Catholic and someone made sure to indicate ("lapsed") as if, upon discovery of her crimes, it might reflect upon the church.
Joseph Pierre Trudeau was the PM of Canada at that time. He went to a Jesuit Catholic school and surrounded himself with Jesuit Spainard cocker spaniels. I guess Katie was his favorite dog. He probably clubbed with Larry Galizio while visting Spain. His sexual companion, it is reported, was Barbara Streisand. Maybe this is why my parents always hated her. After a short marriage to a Catholic woman, he married Deborah Coynes. I wonder if he wasn't sleeping with Coynes before he divorced his wife.
I think someone drank coffee or had coffee breath when they tortured me. I say this because the smell of coffee made me sick to my stomach for years, all my life, which is why I never drank coffee and only had tea until about 1997. Granny gave me a cafe au lait, half coffee and half milk as a girl, but the smell of coffee made me nauseous. Especially the smell of coffee and movement. So when my parents got coffee at a McDonalds, and then we went "on a drive", I always had to roll down the window to breathe because I felt sick. Mickey Ds. There were no Starbucks or specialty shops to get coffee at, and if we went on one of those "drives", my parents never got the coffee at Burger King, they got it at McDonalds. Or sometimes they'd pour it into a mug. There was not one time I wasn't sick from it. I used to ask my parents, "Can you not bring coffee?" or I would tell them, "That smell is making me sick". I got extremely carsick from the smell of coffee in a moving car, and the only thing that helped was rolling down the window and trying to get fresh air. Possibly I was even having panic attacks and didn't know it, but mostly I felt sick.
Why should I, unless I connected it to things that were done to me and the smell of coffee on breath or in the air while I was in motion somehow, or being electrocuted, or who knows what.
Maybe Taffy Bowen's Kim Campbell had coffee breath, or the "Shock-ya Kahn" Hedy Fry did. Here's the other thing--one of those women got right in my face before they tortured me, so I am positive I could smell her sick breath first.
When I later asked Granny what kind of coffee she had, when it wasn't the "Middleton Cup" of half and half, she showed me "International Cafe". Bingo. I know of a couple of international cafes, and one would have been in Canada and another at the Moses Lake airport. Those were international places I was near. The other one would have been possibly the idea of Wenatchee and hispanic-american but it wasn't really as international. International would explain why different languages, speaking in tongues, or in languages I didn't know, scared me. Also, being shuttled between Canada and the U.S. is international in itself. My Granny was psychic so if she was trying to let me know something ahead of time, possibly, after first showing me the half and half coffee, it was with International Coffee. I think the one I tried at her house was Suisse Mocha but I also remember French Vanilla. It's made by General Food, kraft division, in the 1970s. The other organization is ICO which is International Coffee Organization and combines London with the UN at an address of "22 Burners St.".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfqcV27GT_8
I have news for you. You are going to return what's mine.
Nice artwork on this CD cover, by the way. Real nice. This woman, Emily Osment, with the "nice" artwork, and "Jordan" for her middle name, is Roman Catholic. Which is not surprising because the Catholic Church has known all along, which is why some of them have been trying to kill me. I love how these people take something horrific and make a mockery out of it. I mean, not just to make money for entertainment, but to glory in torturing others. Ironically, she didn't find out about me--I found out about them and my family has known about "them" for a very, very, long time.
This country is so run over with corruption, they literally forced me to work at Logan's, with a bunch of horrific Catholics torturing me, IN the workplace as I worked. Almost every day. Their manager Matt is a criminal and he is also U.S. Army.
Additionally, when I had to stay at that women's shelter in Nashville, I was no longer being raped in a drugged state, with some kind of sodomy or something (maybe with an object, I don't know), but I did wake up with razor cuts on my body one day, right before Katie Middleton's wedding. The same thing happened to me at Chris Dabney's house in Washington D.C. At the women's shelter, there was more than one cut, I think 2, and I had nothing sharp with me, like a knife or razor. Some woman had cut me. At that time, I had NO clue about the scars on my arms, or hadn't thought about it or noticed it since 1995. I noticed then, briefly, and forgot about it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Habeous Corpus Obstruction for Torture & Kidnapping of Oliver
Dear U.S. Department of State:
Today I was tortured in the law library. I didn't go for a couple of days because I wasn't feeling well enough to even leave the house. I tried today and had taken my laptop and someone tapped into that to torture and laser me basically. It made it impossible to focus. I turned off the laptop and it stopped.
If this was happening to me when I was a child when I tried to take piano, it makes a lot more sense. I don't think they had this technology then but if they did, it makes more sense to me. I remember having no problem focusing on anything I put my mind to, and I could compose music even, but when I tried to practice according to music theory, something was seriously keeping me from being able to focus. I wasn't distractable either. Like I said, if I focus on something, you can't hardly tear me away from it. I won't eat even, I get so absorbed. So that is one thing I always wondered about. I later took classical piano in college in a studio where nothing was going on and had zero problems picking it up, without hardly practicing.
So honestly, it's possible some group in the U.S. was trying to manipulate things since I was a kid.
As for today, I was definitely tortured in the law library.
I went in and sat down and no problems at first, and was at their desktop. Then a couple of things to metal in my neck and to my ear but brief and then to my entire head if I stood up in one place there. I was next to windows. If I sat down, it went away. Stood up, it was there. It was like a field was going from one end to the other, cutting through the middle of the room. So if I was under it, no problem. All around are police offices.
A couple of times something small when I just sat there, but not enough to prevent my attempt to look some things up. I didn't stand too quickly and it wasn't blood pressure either, it was like going in and out of a torture energy field zone, at least in that situation.
And then I got out this laptop I'm trying out since my mine broke down, and turned it on and right away, burning and the complete inability to read anything or understand what I was reading. My entire body was being burned. It was bad enough that when I shut the laptop off, it quit and I immediately cooled down and awhile later, was able to focus. So I was 100% tortured and it obstructed my ability to do any legal research for my son.
After I turned it off, I had a few more random things happen but I was then able to work and skim through a lot of material. I didn't have time to really read any of it, but to only notice terminology and have a few ideas.
When I was being lasered or whatever with the laptop on, it was definitey the laptop, or someone using the laptop to facilitate it. There were two individuals around and I knew it wasn't either of them. However, the fact that I was being tortured as they were moving about helped me to realize they knew what was happening to me or wouldn't have been acting as herrings. Red herrings. I am not psychic at all, maybe 1% out of 99% ability, but I knew they knew what was happening to me.
This never happened to me at Lewis & Clark law library. It never happened to me in the courthouses, and it never happened in college.
I had migraines triggered occasionally, but there was no torture until I was blocked out of two massive lawsuits. Then there was motive to make me sound crazy. I was criminally colluded against, and I made a report about FBI and suggested to the woman there was collusion between certain FBI members and the Catholic church at interest in the lawsuits, and I had documentation I kept trying to file which I was prevented from filing.
Now I'm being asked to do the same things, under circumstances of torture. And right now, at 8:07, someone decided to really start torturing me worse, by causing the metal in my neck and teeth to throb and vibrate.
Then I had other odd problems with the Lexis Nexus and I would have tried Westlaw instead but they don't have it anymore. So I used the other one and it was like seeing harassment through a computer search. I know how these systems are supposed to operate bc I used them extensively in the past. I knew even back then that there are some things you just go to the books for bc not everything that is generated in a search is going to be what you need. It's like asking someone you don't know at all, to do your legal research for you and give you some things to read. Do you want someone else choosing all your reading material?
How about Presidents? how much of what they see is what is going on. They have a bunch of aides and officials who they rely on to give them information for basing decisions off of. If they base their decisions on just the information presented to them, it's a little like Lucretia Krebs and CPS trying to tell the world "what really went down." Lucretia was the psychologist she sent me to. In talking to me for an hour and doing the testing, I was fully normal and it was a crime and error of the court to remove my child. However, after I left and CPS and the AG decided to put together a smear story on me, in a bunch of edited and select documents, she formulated a different opinion, based on "documentation" that I was given zero opportunity to rebut because it was never shared with me.
So when I insulted some of the lawyers and legal aides at powerful law firms, for regurgitating one form lawsuit into another, they hated me. They didn't do their own research and yet who knows how much money they were being paid. I found motion after motion that was poorly edited and a result of "cut-and-paste" from one lawsuit to another. That is not a figure of speech either, I found the exact same paragraphs in their responses to me as in responses to other lawsuits. They generated a bunch of stock motions and just substituted names, dates and places. There was almost zero original legal analysis or attempt to distinguish points. So I think they really, really, hated me because I had a better product than they did and I wasn't even a licensed lawyer.
At any rate, I remember not everything in the computer searches could be fully relied upon, but today, it was nothing like what I was used to seeing. Today it was a token nod to Dick Whittemore, who padded his response to the OSB with multiple copies of the same thing to make his stack of 1 inch of email from me look like 8 inches. No one from Lexus would know I was there, using that computer, unless someone told them. I entered for a search and it had doubles and triples of cases, through 1,700 search results. And almost all of the cases being pulled up were from Catholic states of Ohio or Illinois. There was about zero cases from the midwest, or other circuit courts, and just a lot of cases from Catholic majority states and only a few states at that really. I had entered source search for federal circuit courts and state and supreme, and that's what was generated.
So, for example, I would be on the first page and the top 3 cases were all the same thing. Then the next page normal and the 3rd, normal until then 2 of the same and then 2 more of the same and next page, 3 of the same and then 2 of the same, right next to eachother (I mean, in order from search result numbers 1, 2, 3, etc). And then cases that had nothing to do with what I asked for came up as well.
When I got back to my house, my parent's looked like they'd been tortured. Their eyes looked different and their faces were red and they didn't look happy. Today there was a bunch of out-of-town Catholic hispanic mafia around too.
I can tell things are going the way Bill O'Reilly wants them to go bc he and his people always look relaxed and happy when they are and if anything might be going my way that day, he looks like he's worried and uncomfortable. They certaintly relaxed when they thought my OIG complaint was disheveled I guess, or when (especially), the complaint against their Irish Catholic friend Judge Warren was thrown out. Judge Gerald Warren is Irish. He's the one who put an illegal citation on my car to block me from college and lawsuits and then jailed me and refused to file things and told his clerks to refuse any filings from me. He did a lot of things and some I didn't mention in my report to the WA Judicial Commission. They told me they wanted to talk to me and then never did and gave me no deadline for submitting additional information and evidence I had and then closed it, without warning, the same week their Catholic Judge friend in Spokane closed my case, knowing I was submitting documentation of medical records and need to have continuance or extension for my injunction. They shut everything down and then after that, I was tortured worse and the Catholic librarian Elizabeth was acting as happy and triumphant as punch. They did all of this right after I filed my UN complaint because I was into deadlines for court and the Judicial complaint and their buddies were torturing me so badly I was unable to get anything done.
Ever since, they've all acted very happy and relaxed again.
That Judge and the others all knew what they were doing. They knew what things had to happen to kill me out of making any kind of collateral defense. And I was prevented from using the law library until they got what they wanted and then they were ahead so they didn't care if I went to the law library or not.
The one time I tried going to the law library before these last two weeks, I was tortured so badly, it was impossible to go back. I then forced myself to try later but it wasn't as bad (torture) and they already gained ground.
I found out why they were torturing me and what they were afraid of today. First of all, at the very beginning, I said I think you haven't offered me services before taking the extreme measure of mother-infant separation and after that, CPS knew it was true and said what if they dropped the whole thing. I had also brought up something about jurisdiction, but I was too traumatized to do any legal research on it. Then, after I said I was suing for damages and emotional trauma to my son and cried, they didn't drop it. They committed further crimes instead.
Then, after Judge Hotchkiss hung up on me, I knew I was in serious danger. So I left to try to find help in another part of the country. I stayed in contact and I asked for my case file bc they told me no one was representing me. They refused to give me my case file, court orders, or discovery. Later they gave me a few things, but they never gave me everything and that's not including the withheld evidence
When I got back, they treated me differently but then called me crazy and assaulted me after I broke up with the fiance. They began eliminating visitation time as punishment. A year later I realized they had literally kidnapped my son. Right after I made the kidnapping assertion, which I hadn't fully understood how true it was, I was then having my rights terminated.
My appeal lawyers all lied and claimed they could do nothing about the termination and it was a lie. I had every right to have that termination order appealed and overturned immediately, and vacated. I had already attempted to file an injunction, EMERGENCY preliminary injunction, in Spokane, prior to the termination and the Catholic Judge Cynthia Imbrognio, quashed and altered my request. She tried to say my injunction was a restraining order, which it was not. And that entire courthouse, this U.S. Federal Courthouse, illegally blocked my legal filing for injunction to deliberately obstruct justice. By all prior record, they had allowed me to efile and then on the day I efiled my injunction they told me, snottily, they'd "changed their mind" which was a snotty and illegal allusion to my changing my mind about marrying their Catholic friend.
This is a federal courthouse. We are talking about U.S. Marshalls, FBI, U.S. Attorneys and Judges, and clerks, on a U.S. federal payroll, who blocked me from efiling for injunction when they knew my injunction would hold and prevent the Order for Termination of Parental Rights from taking any effect.
I was told I had to "re-file". Then they snuck in the Order, and knew it was too late for me to block it.
The entire purpose of preliminary injunction is to prevent an Order from taking effect. And this is the United States federal government courthouse in Spokane, obstructing a fundamental right.
How am I supposed to take my case to federal court in Washington when they are a real party of interest to crime? They are a courthouse that can be sued and proven to have demonstrated strong conflict of interest and bias in favor of the State of Washington so how would any citizen believe they, after pulling this kind of thing, are an appropriate venue?
I would like to recuse the Eastern District Federal Court of Washington. How does one recuse an entire courthouse? I've had 3 Catholic Judges there, interfere with the processing of filing and administration of my case, in addition to trying to change the nature of my request from "injunction" to "restraining order" to try to make it look like there was no plot and no instant effect of their action. If I filed for RO, I could not claim there were damages from their illegally blocking my injunction. They knew.
Not only that, I had an interested librarian at work that day, which is even more bizarre, because she tried very hard to keep me from getting my complaint out that day and told me to leave the library. Courtney.
So why did it matter?
It mattered because since they realized I knew what had happened was as serious as kidnapping, any argument I made in federal court to this point, would only be good if my parental rights had not been terminated.
I didn't know this at the time, but they did. They knew. I was filing an emergency injunction to protect my right to visit my son. They blocked my injunction to obstruct justice for purposes of keeping a federal argument out of court that would overturn everything.
They were federal Judges. Of course they knew about court jurisdiction and what kinds of federal arguments they could hear. Of course the State of Washington knew. Of course the FBI knew, and the lawyers knew.
They knew that I could have the entire case thrown out.
They knew that the ONLY way I could have the entire thing thrown out, would be if my parental rights were not terminated. They knew the history and case law, and I didn't, but they knew that if I had figured out my son had been kidnapped, or that there was a jurisdiction problem, IF I still had parental rights, according to all case law, I stood an excellent chance of dumping them on their heads.
I didn't fully know what they were so paranoid about until today. Which is the first day I was even able to read a few cases. I knew they acted illegally but I assumed it was being vindictive and trying to keep me from visiting my son. But oh no, no, no...
They had their claws and talons in the skin of my son's back. They hated me. And while it was great to hate me and keep me and my son from seeing eachother, it was even better to attempt to forever ruin my family and adopt him out and torture whoever they wanted with no questions asked.
So I can talk all I like, but where's the evidence? What is the evidence that the Eastern federal court Judges and clerks colluded with the State officials to block my injunction to an order for parental termination of rights?
I will give you the evidence.
First of all, I could have sued the U.S. within one year of my son's kidnapping through a law called ICARA (42 USCS 11601). Cara cara lina. Um, I didn't know it then, but they did, and they knew I could have sued them. So they got worried, put on a show of friendliness, and waited for Hague and ICARA statutes to expire. (March v. Levine, 136 F. Supp 2d 831). According to the Hague treaty, my son's circumstances met all conditions and under section 3, we could have reversed and vacated everything if I had known to commence proceedings within 1 year. So when I left the NW for D.C., they knew. They knew I had a year. It really doesn't matter that I was jailed and they tried to use this as an excuse for taking my son, because I would have been able to prove I was jailed as an attempt to prevent my son and I from securing rights we had applied for in Canada. So, for example, when a court is deciding on matters of "habitual residence" vs commonplace domicile, there are certain standards to be met that throw "child's citizenship" out the window.
BAM.
To prove kidnapping from a legal guardian, the parent has to show where the habitual residence was immediately prior to the kidnapping, and it is a show from the child's perspective and point of view. Courts have decided as little as 6 months in a location, for a child of 4, is long enough to establish habitual residence. They have also agreed that an infant of 6 weeks is too young to understand "habitual residence". (Friedrich I, 983 F 2d @ 1401-02; In re. Bates N. CA 122/89 High Court of Justice, Family Divisional Ct. Royal Courts of Justice, UK 1989; Feder v. Evans-Feder, 63 F3d @224; In re. Ponath, 829 F Supp. 363 @ 367-68 D. Utah 1993; Rydder, 49 F 3d @373; Nunez-Escudero v. Tice-Menley, 58 F. 3d 374, 378, 1995).
So in this case, it is the mother's habitual residence and stated residence that suffices, rather than the child's because where the law follows the child and not the parent, it does not apply to infants who are under their mother's wing. My son was 1 1/2 or less, an infant, and could not have an idea of "habitual residence" or care other than to be with the mother he loved. So Hague would have followed my habitual residence and given the fact I was very clear about leaving the U.S., and asking for political asylum, it was clear that there was ZERO "habitual residence" in the U.S as the habitual residence was in Canada prior to his kidnapping. Furthermore, any attempt to USE U.S. courts and Juvenile courts, to "construct" a theory for residence or jurisdiction, is invalid. So, for example, if a kid is kidnapped from Mexico, and the U.S. puts a protective order out and tries to claim jurisdiction for terminating parental rights to the father who is in Mexico, it's unlawful. So parents have challenged the idea of U.S. states claiming jurisdiction simply because they have the "stamp" from a State or something has been filed in juvenile court. (Feder v. Feder-Evans, 63 F3d, docket N. 54, ex 9, reversed in TN Docket N. 84 @ 17). They have decided this is a ruse to conceal the actual jurisdiction and crime of kidnapping. So it is true that a case can be brought through CPS in the U.S. and deemed a fraud. You can it's official all you want and it's still kidnapping. (Hague Convention article 19, article 3).
It is the same for imprisonment on false arrest in order to "construct" a claim that the child could be legally taken from the mother.
If I have recourse through Hague still, I'm not aware of it or maybe I don't read the 1 year commencement correctly yet. I don't know. But that's what the U.S. & Co. was trying to cover for in the first year they stole my son from me. They were pretty nice back then, by the time I fled to D.C. I didn't know about ICARA but probably, some AG attorney panicked the moment I wrote the "cara cara lina" line from a poem I wrote and thought I knew about ICARA and figured: "We are SO SCREWED". I had already told them I didn't think they had jurisdiction and then I'm writing about cara cara.
After this, I was pampered. The U.S. decided to pamper me a little and control me at the same time. Well, I wasn't pampered. I was treated "with caution". The kid gloves treatment of "how much does she know?" They refused a psych eval the entire time just buying time for themselves. It might be fun to find out the exact date my statute for Hague expired, I mean, I wonder what happened after that year from the time of kidnapping expired. I think maybe that was around the time my fiance tried to set me up to take a bribe from a Maryland officer to get married for money. Not marry him and be set up instead, and then go to jail maybe. Let's see, if they kidnapped Oliver from me sometime in January (end of Jan?), 1 yr. later would have been after I was fired from work while pregnant in November, miscarried in December, and then January people wanted me to bleed to death. I think it was January that I was approached by the fed, bc I was trying to dispute a restraining order put on me in December from this woman whose kids worked at the CIA near Falls Church, VA. So that was maybe January. I didn't take the bait and by February 14th I was being two-timed on Valentine's Day. So let's say medical complications came up. I wanted a month past the time to file through Hague...maybe there is a little room--by the time I had my surgery my Ex was trying to dump me in the hospital, for a second time, if he hadn't been trying to get rid of me the first time after I didn't take bait to get entrapped into a marriage fraud scheme. Maybe I'm "LEAPing" to conclusions, but I'd want to look at those dates a little closer first.
After I broke up with him, they rammed me and my son knowing I no longer had recourse through ICARA or Hague. (Ostevolle v. Ostevolle, case C-1-99-961). It's been soooo...emm..."difficult". In fact, in my case it's been so difficult, my fiance loved to throw that language around rather than let me in on what was really going on--just imagine, he could have had a right to my own son if I'd married him. He loved me so much he called me ALL the time! on the Dept. of State's private line even! or what. The FBIs line bc he could only do contract work for them unless he married away their worries?) By the time I split from Alvaro, they felt safer and I had forgotten about the jurisdictional stuff with all my medical problems. So I dropped it and they just went for the jugular.
Then all of a sudden, through the trauma and torture, it occured to me for the first time that it wasn't just a jurisdictional problem but frank kidnapping. (After reading Ostevolle, I am thinking of filing under Hague still, with basis of delayed discovery claim and conspiracy to fabricate "grave harm or risk of danger"). When I realized this, it revived the fears of the legal class that I would assert a federal claim against them and they knew what elements were required. In order for me to be a real party of interest, or "proper party", to overturn a State fiasco, it was okay, for purposes of filing a claim, that I was a defendant for CPS action and okay that the State had "guardianship". (Lehman v Lycoming County Children's Services Agency, 458 U.S. 502 (1982, but reference to 1974) Blackmun dissenting, Judge Rosenn Id @ 163, Court of Appeal for 3rd cir., 648 F. 2d 135 (1981), Hensley v. Municipal Ct., 411 U.S. 345, 1973).
This didn't block me from alleging illegal custody of my child. I still retained parental rights. So even if guardianship was with another group, my rights remained, and that was the footing and leverage I needed to kick over their shit bucket. As long as I had parental rights, I had a legal recourse to overturn the entire case. If they took my parental rights, all I could do was ask to have other proceedings stayed for federal question.
I could have filed for habeous corpus for my son. (Habeus Corpus, 28 USCS 2254 and 2241). An extraordinary exception to res judicata. I.e, a child in state custody is sufficiently 'restrained' as to meet conditions for habeus, esp. where mother (me) left the country and U.S./state pursued which is harassment, unlawful interference in freedom of movement, and then they negotiated to kidnap my son; where treatment has been to restrain mother and child and separate them from eachother. Where we have been held hostage after I applied for political asylum in another country and where state applied for Social Security number knowing mother had legally revoked this number for the child. (Hey, Oliver, here's your number to go with your jumpsuit. Now stop crying you baby.)
They terminated my parental rights at my mention of kidnapping and jurisdiction again and I still had an injunction filed, even if it was late. They let it expire while they tortured me and falsely jailed me and detained me in Tennessee. They hired lawyers to keep my request to vacate termination out of the courts and law firms from Seattle that didn't even let me know what they were filing or that they were my lawyers first.
I then filed for another injunction in Spokane and got yet another Catholic Judge. Then it was dismissed RIGHT after I mentioned habeous corpus in my blog. All of a sudden, I had brought up jurisdiction and habeous corpus and though I meant it for being tortured, they knew that I could file it for the entire action of taking my child. As long as I had an injunction in place, it kept the adoption at bay at least. The State started trying to add one more after another nail, to the cross they made, while they tortured my Dad and put their mark on his back. So the more they made it look like I didn't have parental rights, the better it was for them.
The Judge closed the case to my injunction before I could enter in medical records that showed a new emergency medical problem, just to close the chance of my filing for habeous corpus or using the second injunction which refered to the first one. They knew I had a chance to even have it go back to the first injunction, prior to the order of termination, because of loopholes. They closed those loopholes and at the same time, the WA Judicial Commission set a criminal free to think all his friends had great liberty to act as terrorists. Maybe it was a favor to the FBI since I had alleged to the OIG it was the FBI I told about this man, and they refused to investigate.
So the motive for rushing to close my request for injunction was to prevent me from filing for habeous corpus for my son and getting him back instantly. I could try to overturn the decision to terminate my parental rights at WA Supreme Court to what avail? With a Catholic majority of Judges? No chance. They have already decided what they are doing and they would not, will not reverse any decision and vacate termination of parental rights simply because they know it is the only door I have to go through to free my son.
So the federal court illegally obstructed my injunction...Can I sue them over it? No, because they have immunity. They literally blocked me from filing something, that was already in their hands, and know I cannot sue them.
So. Proving Motive.
1. Catholic Judge Imbrognio (covering for Catholic Judge Edward Shea): The motive for Judge Cynthia Imbrognio trying to change my injunction to call it a restraining order was to avoid liability or called suspect. If there are no damages from their action, there is no motive for them to take that action. If, however, they foreknew or reasonably knew their actions would have an immediate detrimental effect and cause damages, they know I can point to that as motive for the cover up or illegal action. My damages through their refusal to efile my injunction was that the very Order I tried to block, went through anyway. If it had been a restraining order, I couldn't make that claim bc it was possible this could have still happened. Not with injunction. With injunction, it was an instant firewall to an order of termination of parental rights. So there was a motive to block it, and it caused damages they later didn't want to have discovered.
2. Catholic Judge Quackenbush: Same thing with with closing a case for injunction of adoption (and going back to termination of parental rights as well). I had brought up habeous corpus for my son and they knew that while it was not possible for a federal court to entertain habeous when a state was involved, the condition and sole element at question was real party. They undoubtedly looked up whether habeous corpus had been done before, after I brought it up. I'm quite sure they found the same U.S. Supreme Court decision and federal decision I did today. A mother tried to file for habeous corpus for her kids and the main reason she was blocked was because her "parental rights" had been terminated. However, they would have also known about and seen the same case I did, about persons who had no parental rights petitioning as "next friends" (a court term) for a child and prevailing, where there was "weak family bond" in the guardian placement. (Sam M. v Carciori, N. 09-1759, U.S. Court 1st circuit, 608 F. 3d 77).
Therefore, CPS rushing to push adoption of my son after I blogged about habeus corpus was an attempt to suggest there was a "strong family bond" by adoption. This wasn't for my son's best interests, but their own defense in the event of habeus corpus.
The case was decided on grounds that "custody" of State of children is not the same as "custody" of State of prisoners and therefore habeous corpus couldn't be used, but since this decision, there has been new case law, disputing this--(Flood v Bratten, 727 F. 2d 303, 1989 U.S. app @ 308; Artist M. v Johnson, 726 F Supp 690, 1989 (N.D.Ill 1989) 726 F Supp. @ 699; Zamora-Trevino v Burton, 727 F. Supp 589, 1989 @ 591; In re. Darice C., 105 , Cal. app 4th 159, 129 Cal. Rptr. 2d 472, 2003)-- Which paves the way for a valid habeous corpus case.
Q: So why have my son adopted so fast? Why did CPS and the AG want to push an adoption after I blogged "habeous corpus"?
A: Because knowing this case and other case law, and how the court looked at parental rights, they figured adopting my son out made their own arguments stronger.
(Just in case)
The fact that no one has won habeous corpus for a state action regarding a child before is because of fine points. Should a case come before the court that is not hanged on those fine points, it is very possible to prevail.
Especially in the unique circumstances where my son and I had already left this country, it can be reasonably argued we have been unlawfully detained by the State, against the law, in an unlawful custody case that amounts to imprisonment or hostage situation. There was no state case preceding our departure and therefore, it was federal law that created the damages and injury before the State, which means the State does not take precedent for claiming jurisdiction.
This is the motive for obstruction of justice by federal Judges in collusion with their friends who organized a kidnapping and prior and subsequent torture of me and my son (and my family).
The fact that feds were involved before the State, is why the FBI is not releasing information. This liability to answer to our damages gives the FBI motive for supporting torture, false arrest, slander, and my detention in a psychiatric hospital.
The feds were before the State because in an international matter involving a child, it is the Department of State and the FBI that are brought in. The State of Washington had no pending investigation or case against me before we left. So my having said I knew this to be true, on my blog, added to federal fears that I could assert the claim that there was no State interest.
Frankly, on that basis alone there may be lack of subject matter. Where CPS would argue they have subject matter because they filed documents in State courts, I read about cases where the State court documents were thrown out entirely because the real subject matter was the illegal kidnapping that took place first, which is the jurisdiction of the federal courts, not state.
The only problem at all is the fact that I was arrested in Canada. Good luck getting the FBI to investigate that one when they were "IN" on that one. I could still argue though, the removal of my child to the U.S. was unlawful because he should have stayed with his legal guardian, where his habitual residence was, regardless of citizenship claim (which wasn't even fully there because we'd left and I revoked his SS#). The citizenship follows the mother where the child cannot determine "habitual residence" as an infant. And if the mother took herself and her child to another country to revoke citizenship, or get political asylum, this is even more decided on habitual residence and parents rights and guardianship at that time.
My guardianship was not removed nor were my rights removed when I was arrested and my son should have remained in Canada.
That's aside from the fact that it was an illegal arrest and baseless. I could easily argue Canada is guilty for not upholding their international obligation to provide fair hearing for political asylum and colluding with the U.S. to arrest me to create grounds for separating me from my son.
So in a way, my son was a no-man's land kid. U.S. officials betrayed him and Canadian officials betrayed him.
I can talk all I like but where's the evidence? I'll add some legal citations now, which confirm what I'm saying.
Today I was tortured in the law library. I didn't go for a couple of days because I wasn't feeling well enough to even leave the house. I tried today and had taken my laptop and someone tapped into that to torture and laser me basically. It made it impossible to focus. I turned off the laptop and it stopped.
If this was happening to me when I was a child when I tried to take piano, it makes a lot more sense. I don't think they had this technology then but if they did, it makes more sense to me. I remember having no problem focusing on anything I put my mind to, and I could compose music even, but when I tried to practice according to music theory, something was seriously keeping me from being able to focus. I wasn't distractable either. Like I said, if I focus on something, you can't hardly tear me away from it. I won't eat even, I get so absorbed. So that is one thing I always wondered about. I later took classical piano in college in a studio where nothing was going on and had zero problems picking it up, without hardly practicing.
So honestly, it's possible some group in the U.S. was trying to manipulate things since I was a kid.
As for today, I was definitely tortured in the law library.
I went in and sat down and no problems at first, and was at their desktop. Then a couple of things to metal in my neck and to my ear but brief and then to my entire head if I stood up in one place there. I was next to windows. If I sat down, it went away. Stood up, it was there. It was like a field was going from one end to the other, cutting through the middle of the room. So if I was under it, no problem. All around are police offices.
A couple of times something small when I just sat there, but not enough to prevent my attempt to look some things up. I didn't stand too quickly and it wasn't blood pressure either, it was like going in and out of a torture energy field zone, at least in that situation.
And then I got out this laptop I'm trying out since my mine broke down, and turned it on and right away, burning and the complete inability to read anything or understand what I was reading. My entire body was being burned. It was bad enough that when I shut the laptop off, it quit and I immediately cooled down and awhile later, was able to focus. So I was 100% tortured and it obstructed my ability to do any legal research for my son.
After I turned it off, I had a few more random things happen but I was then able to work and skim through a lot of material. I didn't have time to really read any of it, but to only notice terminology and have a few ideas.
When I was being lasered or whatever with the laptop on, it was definitey the laptop, or someone using the laptop to facilitate it. There were two individuals around and I knew it wasn't either of them. However, the fact that I was being tortured as they were moving about helped me to realize they knew what was happening to me or wouldn't have been acting as herrings. Red herrings. I am not psychic at all, maybe 1% out of 99% ability, but I knew they knew what was happening to me.
This never happened to me at Lewis & Clark law library. It never happened to me in the courthouses, and it never happened in college.
I had migraines triggered occasionally, but there was no torture until I was blocked out of two massive lawsuits. Then there was motive to make me sound crazy. I was criminally colluded against, and I made a report about FBI and suggested to the woman there was collusion between certain FBI members and the Catholic church at interest in the lawsuits, and I had documentation I kept trying to file which I was prevented from filing.
Now I'm being asked to do the same things, under circumstances of torture. And right now, at 8:07, someone decided to really start torturing me worse, by causing the metal in my neck and teeth to throb and vibrate.
Then I had other odd problems with the Lexis Nexus and I would have tried Westlaw instead but they don't have it anymore. So I used the other one and it was like seeing harassment through a computer search. I know how these systems are supposed to operate bc I used them extensively in the past. I knew even back then that there are some things you just go to the books for bc not everything that is generated in a search is going to be what you need. It's like asking someone you don't know at all, to do your legal research for you and give you some things to read. Do you want someone else choosing all your reading material?
How about Presidents? how much of what they see is what is going on. They have a bunch of aides and officials who they rely on to give them information for basing decisions off of. If they base their decisions on just the information presented to them, it's a little like Lucretia Krebs and CPS trying to tell the world "what really went down." Lucretia was the psychologist she sent me to. In talking to me for an hour and doing the testing, I was fully normal and it was a crime and error of the court to remove my child. However, after I left and CPS and the AG decided to put together a smear story on me, in a bunch of edited and select documents, she formulated a different opinion, based on "documentation" that I was given zero opportunity to rebut because it was never shared with me.
So when I insulted some of the lawyers and legal aides at powerful law firms, for regurgitating one form lawsuit into another, they hated me. They didn't do their own research and yet who knows how much money they were being paid. I found motion after motion that was poorly edited and a result of "cut-and-paste" from one lawsuit to another. That is not a figure of speech either, I found the exact same paragraphs in their responses to me as in responses to other lawsuits. They generated a bunch of stock motions and just substituted names, dates and places. There was almost zero original legal analysis or attempt to distinguish points. So I think they really, really, hated me because I had a better product than they did and I wasn't even a licensed lawyer.
At any rate, I remember not everything in the computer searches could be fully relied upon, but today, it was nothing like what I was used to seeing. Today it was a token nod to Dick Whittemore, who padded his response to the OSB with multiple copies of the same thing to make his stack of 1 inch of email from me look like 8 inches. No one from Lexus would know I was there, using that computer, unless someone told them. I entered for a search and it had doubles and triples of cases, through 1,700 search results. And almost all of the cases being pulled up were from Catholic states of Ohio or Illinois. There was about zero cases from the midwest, or other circuit courts, and just a lot of cases from Catholic majority states and only a few states at that really. I had entered source search for federal circuit courts and state and supreme, and that's what was generated.
So, for example, I would be on the first page and the top 3 cases were all the same thing. Then the next page normal and the 3rd, normal until then 2 of the same and then 2 more of the same and next page, 3 of the same and then 2 of the same, right next to eachother (I mean, in order from search result numbers 1, 2, 3, etc). And then cases that had nothing to do with what I asked for came up as well.
When I got back to my house, my parent's looked like they'd been tortured. Their eyes looked different and their faces were red and they didn't look happy. Today there was a bunch of out-of-town Catholic hispanic mafia around too.
I can tell things are going the way Bill O'Reilly wants them to go bc he and his people always look relaxed and happy when they are and if anything might be going my way that day, he looks like he's worried and uncomfortable. They certaintly relaxed when they thought my OIG complaint was disheveled I guess, or when (especially), the complaint against their Irish Catholic friend Judge Warren was thrown out. Judge Gerald Warren is Irish. He's the one who put an illegal citation on my car to block me from college and lawsuits and then jailed me and refused to file things and told his clerks to refuse any filings from me. He did a lot of things and some I didn't mention in my report to the WA Judicial Commission. They told me they wanted to talk to me and then never did and gave me no deadline for submitting additional information and evidence I had and then closed it, without warning, the same week their Catholic Judge friend in Spokane closed my case, knowing I was submitting documentation of medical records and need to have continuance or extension for my injunction. They shut everything down and then after that, I was tortured worse and the Catholic librarian Elizabeth was acting as happy and triumphant as punch. They did all of this right after I filed my UN complaint because I was into deadlines for court and the Judicial complaint and their buddies were torturing me so badly I was unable to get anything done.
Ever since, they've all acted very happy and relaxed again.
That Judge and the others all knew what they were doing. They knew what things had to happen to kill me out of making any kind of collateral defense. And I was prevented from using the law library until they got what they wanted and then they were ahead so they didn't care if I went to the law library or not.
The one time I tried going to the law library before these last two weeks, I was tortured so badly, it was impossible to go back. I then forced myself to try later but it wasn't as bad (torture) and they already gained ground.
I found out why they were torturing me and what they were afraid of today. First of all, at the very beginning, I said I think you haven't offered me services before taking the extreme measure of mother-infant separation and after that, CPS knew it was true and said what if they dropped the whole thing. I had also brought up something about jurisdiction, but I was too traumatized to do any legal research on it. Then, after I said I was suing for damages and emotional trauma to my son and cried, they didn't drop it. They committed further crimes instead.
Then, after Judge Hotchkiss hung up on me, I knew I was in serious danger. So I left to try to find help in another part of the country. I stayed in contact and I asked for my case file bc they told me no one was representing me. They refused to give me my case file, court orders, or discovery. Later they gave me a few things, but they never gave me everything and that's not including the withheld evidence
When I got back, they treated me differently but then called me crazy and assaulted me after I broke up with the fiance. They began eliminating visitation time as punishment. A year later I realized they had literally kidnapped my son. Right after I made the kidnapping assertion, which I hadn't fully understood how true it was, I was then having my rights terminated.
My appeal lawyers all lied and claimed they could do nothing about the termination and it was a lie. I had every right to have that termination order appealed and overturned immediately, and vacated. I had already attempted to file an injunction, EMERGENCY preliminary injunction, in Spokane, prior to the termination and the Catholic Judge Cynthia Imbrognio, quashed and altered my request. She tried to say my injunction was a restraining order, which it was not. And that entire courthouse, this U.S. Federal Courthouse, illegally blocked my legal filing for injunction to deliberately obstruct justice. By all prior record, they had allowed me to efile and then on the day I efiled my injunction they told me, snottily, they'd "changed their mind" which was a snotty and illegal allusion to my changing my mind about marrying their Catholic friend.
This is a federal courthouse. We are talking about U.S. Marshalls, FBI, U.S. Attorneys and Judges, and clerks, on a U.S. federal payroll, who blocked me from efiling for injunction when they knew my injunction would hold and prevent the Order for Termination of Parental Rights from taking any effect.
I was told I had to "re-file". Then they snuck in the Order, and knew it was too late for me to block it.
The entire purpose of preliminary injunction is to prevent an Order from taking effect. And this is the United States federal government courthouse in Spokane, obstructing a fundamental right.
How am I supposed to take my case to federal court in Washington when they are a real party of interest to crime? They are a courthouse that can be sued and proven to have demonstrated strong conflict of interest and bias in favor of the State of Washington so how would any citizen believe they, after pulling this kind of thing, are an appropriate venue?
I would like to recuse the Eastern District Federal Court of Washington. How does one recuse an entire courthouse? I've had 3 Catholic Judges there, interfere with the processing of filing and administration of my case, in addition to trying to change the nature of my request from "injunction" to "restraining order" to try to make it look like there was no plot and no instant effect of their action. If I filed for RO, I could not claim there were damages from their illegally blocking my injunction. They knew.
Not only that, I had an interested librarian at work that day, which is even more bizarre, because she tried very hard to keep me from getting my complaint out that day and told me to leave the library. Courtney.
So why did it matter?
It mattered because since they realized I knew what had happened was as serious as kidnapping, any argument I made in federal court to this point, would only be good if my parental rights had not been terminated.
I didn't know this at the time, but they did. They knew. I was filing an emergency injunction to protect my right to visit my son. They blocked my injunction to obstruct justice for purposes of keeping a federal argument out of court that would overturn everything.
They were federal Judges. Of course they knew about court jurisdiction and what kinds of federal arguments they could hear. Of course the State of Washington knew. Of course the FBI knew, and the lawyers knew.
They knew that I could have the entire case thrown out.
They knew that the ONLY way I could have the entire thing thrown out, would be if my parental rights were not terminated. They knew the history and case law, and I didn't, but they knew that if I had figured out my son had been kidnapped, or that there was a jurisdiction problem, IF I still had parental rights, according to all case law, I stood an excellent chance of dumping them on their heads.
I didn't fully know what they were so paranoid about until today. Which is the first day I was even able to read a few cases. I knew they acted illegally but I assumed it was being vindictive and trying to keep me from visiting my son. But oh no, no, no...
They had their claws and talons in the skin of my son's back. They hated me. And while it was great to hate me and keep me and my son from seeing eachother, it was even better to attempt to forever ruin my family and adopt him out and torture whoever they wanted with no questions asked.
So I can talk all I like, but where's the evidence? What is the evidence that the Eastern federal court Judges and clerks colluded with the State officials to block my injunction to an order for parental termination of rights?
I will give you the evidence.
First of all, I could have sued the U.S. within one year of my son's kidnapping through a law called ICARA (42 USCS 11601). Cara cara lina. Um, I didn't know it then, but they did, and they knew I could have sued them. So they got worried, put on a show of friendliness, and waited for Hague and ICARA statutes to expire. (March v. Levine, 136 F. Supp 2d 831). According to the Hague treaty, my son's circumstances met all conditions and under section 3, we could have reversed and vacated everything if I had known to commence proceedings within 1 year. So when I left the NW for D.C., they knew. They knew I had a year. It really doesn't matter that I was jailed and they tried to use this as an excuse for taking my son, because I would have been able to prove I was jailed as an attempt to prevent my son and I from securing rights we had applied for in Canada. So, for example, when a court is deciding on matters of "habitual residence" vs commonplace domicile, there are certain standards to be met that throw "child's citizenship" out the window.
BAM.
To prove kidnapping from a legal guardian, the parent has to show where the habitual residence was immediately prior to the kidnapping, and it is a show from the child's perspective and point of view. Courts have decided as little as 6 months in a location, for a child of 4, is long enough to establish habitual residence. They have also agreed that an infant of 6 weeks is too young to understand "habitual residence". (Friedrich I, 983 F 2d @ 1401-02; In re. Bates N. CA 122/89 High Court of Justice, Family Divisional Ct. Royal Courts of Justice, UK 1989; Feder v. Evans-Feder, 63 F3d @224; In re. Ponath, 829 F Supp. 363 @ 367-68 D. Utah 1993; Rydder, 49 F 3d @373; Nunez-Escudero v. Tice-Menley, 58 F. 3d 374, 378, 1995).
So in this case, it is the mother's habitual residence and stated residence that suffices, rather than the child's because where the law follows the child and not the parent, it does not apply to infants who are under their mother's wing. My son was 1 1/2 or less, an infant, and could not have an idea of "habitual residence" or care other than to be with the mother he loved. So Hague would have followed my habitual residence and given the fact I was very clear about leaving the U.S., and asking for political asylum, it was clear that there was ZERO "habitual residence" in the U.S as the habitual residence was in Canada prior to his kidnapping. Furthermore, any attempt to USE U.S. courts and Juvenile courts, to "construct" a theory for residence or jurisdiction, is invalid. So, for example, if a kid is kidnapped from Mexico, and the U.S. puts a protective order out and tries to claim jurisdiction for terminating parental rights to the father who is in Mexico, it's unlawful. So parents have challenged the idea of U.S. states claiming jurisdiction simply because they have the "stamp" from a State or something has been filed in juvenile court. (Feder v. Feder-Evans, 63 F3d, docket N. 54, ex 9, reversed in TN Docket N. 84 @ 17). They have decided this is a ruse to conceal the actual jurisdiction and crime of kidnapping. So it is true that a case can be brought through CPS in the U.S. and deemed a fraud. You can it's official all you want and it's still kidnapping. (Hague Convention article 19, article 3).
It is the same for imprisonment on false arrest in order to "construct" a claim that the child could be legally taken from the mother.
If I have recourse through Hague still, I'm not aware of it or maybe I don't read the 1 year commencement correctly yet. I don't know. But that's what the U.S. & Co. was trying to cover for in the first year they stole my son from me. They were pretty nice back then, by the time I fled to D.C. I didn't know about ICARA but probably, some AG attorney panicked the moment I wrote the "cara cara lina" line from a poem I wrote and thought I knew about ICARA and figured: "We are SO SCREWED". I had already told them I didn't think they had jurisdiction and then I'm writing about cara cara.
After this, I was pampered. The U.S. decided to pamper me a little and control me at the same time. Well, I wasn't pampered. I was treated "with caution". The kid gloves treatment of "how much does she know?" They refused a psych eval the entire time just buying time for themselves. It might be fun to find out the exact date my statute for Hague expired, I mean, I wonder what happened after that year from the time of kidnapping expired. I think maybe that was around the time my fiance tried to set me up to take a bribe from a Maryland officer to get married for money. Not marry him and be set up instead, and then go to jail maybe. Let's see, if they kidnapped Oliver from me sometime in January (end of Jan?), 1 yr. later would have been after I was fired from work while pregnant in November, miscarried in December, and then January people wanted me to bleed to death. I think it was January that I was approached by the fed, bc I was trying to dispute a restraining order put on me in December from this woman whose kids worked at the CIA near Falls Church, VA. So that was maybe January. I didn't take the bait and by February 14th I was being two-timed on Valentine's Day. So let's say medical complications came up. I wanted a month past the time to file through Hague...maybe there is a little room--by the time I had my surgery my Ex was trying to dump me in the hospital, for a second time, if he hadn't been trying to get rid of me the first time after I didn't take bait to get entrapped into a marriage fraud scheme. Maybe I'm "LEAPing" to conclusions, but I'd want to look at those dates a little closer first.
After I broke up with him, they rammed me and my son knowing I no longer had recourse through ICARA or Hague. (Ostevolle v. Ostevolle, case C-1-99-961). It's been soooo...emm..."difficult". In fact, in my case it's been so difficult, my fiance loved to throw that language around rather than let me in on what was really going on--just imagine, he could have had a right to my own son if I'd married him. He loved me so much he called me ALL the time! on the Dept. of State's private line even! or what. The FBIs line bc he could only do contract work for them unless he married away their worries?) By the time I split from Alvaro, they felt safer and I had forgotten about the jurisdictional stuff with all my medical problems. So I dropped it and they just went for the jugular.
Then all of a sudden, through the trauma and torture, it occured to me for the first time that it wasn't just a jurisdictional problem but frank kidnapping. (After reading Ostevolle, I am thinking of filing under Hague still, with basis of delayed discovery claim and conspiracy to fabricate "grave harm or risk of danger"). When I realized this, it revived the fears of the legal class that I would assert a federal claim against them and they knew what elements were required. In order for me to be a real party of interest, or "proper party", to overturn a State fiasco, it was okay, for purposes of filing a claim, that I was a defendant for CPS action and okay that the State had "guardianship". (Lehman v Lycoming County Children's Services Agency, 458 U.S. 502 (1982, but reference to 1974) Blackmun dissenting, Judge Rosenn Id @ 163, Court of Appeal for 3rd cir., 648 F. 2d 135 (1981), Hensley v. Municipal Ct., 411 U.S. 345, 1973).
This didn't block me from alleging illegal custody of my child. I still retained parental rights. So even if guardianship was with another group, my rights remained, and that was the footing and leverage I needed to kick over their shit bucket. As long as I had parental rights, I had a legal recourse to overturn the entire case. If they took my parental rights, all I could do was ask to have other proceedings stayed for federal question.
I could have filed for habeous corpus for my son. (Habeus Corpus, 28 USCS 2254 and 2241). An extraordinary exception to res judicata. I.e, a child in state custody is sufficiently 'restrained' as to meet conditions for habeus, esp. where mother (me) left the country and U.S./state pursued which is harassment, unlawful interference in freedom of movement, and then they negotiated to kidnap my son; where treatment has been to restrain mother and child and separate them from eachother. Where we have been held hostage after I applied for political asylum in another country and where state applied for Social Security number knowing mother had legally revoked this number for the child. (Hey, Oliver, here's your number to go with your jumpsuit. Now stop crying you baby.)
They terminated my parental rights at my mention of kidnapping and jurisdiction again and I still had an injunction filed, even if it was late. They let it expire while they tortured me and falsely jailed me and detained me in Tennessee. They hired lawyers to keep my request to vacate termination out of the courts and law firms from Seattle that didn't even let me know what they were filing or that they were my lawyers first.
I then filed for another injunction in Spokane and got yet another Catholic Judge. Then it was dismissed RIGHT after I mentioned habeous corpus in my blog. All of a sudden, I had brought up jurisdiction and habeous corpus and though I meant it for being tortured, they knew that I could file it for the entire action of taking my child. As long as I had an injunction in place, it kept the adoption at bay at least. The State started trying to add one more after another nail, to the cross they made, while they tortured my Dad and put their mark on his back. So the more they made it look like I didn't have parental rights, the better it was for them.
The Judge closed the case to my injunction before I could enter in medical records that showed a new emergency medical problem, just to close the chance of my filing for habeous corpus or using the second injunction which refered to the first one. They knew I had a chance to even have it go back to the first injunction, prior to the order of termination, because of loopholes. They closed those loopholes and at the same time, the WA Judicial Commission set a criminal free to think all his friends had great liberty to act as terrorists. Maybe it was a favor to the FBI since I had alleged to the OIG it was the FBI I told about this man, and they refused to investigate.
So the motive for rushing to close my request for injunction was to prevent me from filing for habeous corpus for my son and getting him back instantly. I could try to overturn the decision to terminate my parental rights at WA Supreme Court to what avail? With a Catholic majority of Judges? No chance. They have already decided what they are doing and they would not, will not reverse any decision and vacate termination of parental rights simply because they know it is the only door I have to go through to free my son.
So the federal court illegally obstructed my injunction...Can I sue them over it? No, because they have immunity. They literally blocked me from filing something, that was already in their hands, and know I cannot sue them.
So. Proving Motive.
1. Catholic Judge Imbrognio (covering for Catholic Judge Edward Shea): The motive for Judge Cynthia Imbrognio trying to change my injunction to call it a restraining order was to avoid liability or called suspect. If there are no damages from their action, there is no motive for them to take that action. If, however, they foreknew or reasonably knew their actions would have an immediate detrimental effect and cause damages, they know I can point to that as motive for the cover up or illegal action. My damages through their refusal to efile my injunction was that the very Order I tried to block, went through anyway. If it had been a restraining order, I couldn't make that claim bc it was possible this could have still happened. Not with injunction. With injunction, it was an instant firewall to an order of termination of parental rights. So there was a motive to block it, and it caused damages they later didn't want to have discovered.
2. Catholic Judge Quackenbush: Same thing with with closing a case for injunction of adoption (and going back to termination of parental rights as well). I had brought up habeous corpus for my son and they knew that while it was not possible for a federal court to entertain habeous when a state was involved, the condition and sole element at question was real party. They undoubtedly looked up whether habeous corpus had been done before, after I brought it up. I'm quite sure they found the same U.S. Supreme Court decision and federal decision I did today. A mother tried to file for habeous corpus for her kids and the main reason she was blocked was because her "parental rights" had been terminated. However, they would have also known about and seen the same case I did, about persons who had no parental rights petitioning as "next friends" (a court term) for a child and prevailing, where there was "weak family bond" in the guardian placement. (Sam M. v Carciori, N. 09-1759, U.S. Court 1st circuit, 608 F. 3d 77).
Therefore, CPS rushing to push adoption of my son after I blogged about habeus corpus was an attempt to suggest there was a "strong family bond" by adoption. This wasn't for my son's best interests, but their own defense in the event of habeus corpus.
The case was decided on grounds that "custody" of State of children is not the same as "custody" of State of prisoners and therefore habeous corpus couldn't be used, but since this decision, there has been new case law, disputing this--(Flood v Bratten, 727 F. 2d 303, 1989 U.S. app @ 308; Artist M. v Johnson, 726 F Supp 690, 1989 (N.D.Ill 1989) 726 F Supp. @ 699; Zamora-Trevino v Burton, 727 F. Supp 589, 1989 @ 591; In re. Darice C., 105 , Cal. app 4th 159, 129 Cal. Rptr. 2d 472, 2003)-- Which paves the way for a valid habeous corpus case.
Q: So why have my son adopted so fast? Why did CPS and the AG want to push an adoption after I blogged "habeous corpus"?
A: Because knowing this case and other case law, and how the court looked at parental rights, they figured adopting my son out made their own arguments stronger.
(Just in case)
The fact that no one has won habeous corpus for a state action regarding a child before is because of fine points. Should a case come before the court that is not hanged on those fine points, it is very possible to prevail.
Especially in the unique circumstances where my son and I had already left this country, it can be reasonably argued we have been unlawfully detained by the State, against the law, in an unlawful custody case that amounts to imprisonment or hostage situation. There was no state case preceding our departure and therefore, it was federal law that created the damages and injury before the State, which means the State does not take precedent for claiming jurisdiction.
This is the motive for obstruction of justice by federal Judges in collusion with their friends who organized a kidnapping and prior and subsequent torture of me and my son (and my family).
The fact that feds were involved before the State, is why the FBI is not releasing information. This liability to answer to our damages gives the FBI motive for supporting torture, false arrest, slander, and my detention in a psychiatric hospital.
The feds were before the State because in an international matter involving a child, it is the Department of State and the FBI that are brought in. The State of Washington had no pending investigation or case against me before we left. So my having said I knew this to be true, on my blog, added to federal fears that I could assert the claim that there was no State interest.
Frankly, on that basis alone there may be lack of subject matter. Where CPS would argue they have subject matter because they filed documents in State courts, I read about cases where the State court documents were thrown out entirely because the real subject matter was the illegal kidnapping that took place first, which is the jurisdiction of the federal courts, not state.
The only problem at all is the fact that I was arrested in Canada. Good luck getting the FBI to investigate that one when they were "IN" on that one. I could still argue though, the removal of my child to the U.S. was unlawful because he should have stayed with his legal guardian, where his habitual residence was, regardless of citizenship claim (which wasn't even fully there because we'd left and I revoked his SS#). The citizenship follows the mother where the child cannot determine "habitual residence" as an infant. And if the mother took herself and her child to another country to revoke citizenship, or get political asylum, this is even more decided on habitual residence and parents rights and guardianship at that time.
My guardianship was not removed nor were my rights removed when I was arrested and my son should have remained in Canada.
That's aside from the fact that it was an illegal arrest and baseless. I could easily argue Canada is guilty for not upholding their international obligation to provide fair hearing for political asylum and colluding with the U.S. to arrest me to create grounds for separating me from my son.
So in a way, my son was a no-man's land kid. U.S. officials betrayed him and Canadian officials betrayed him.
I can talk all I like but where's the evidence? I'll add some legal citations now, which confirm what I'm saying.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Need Help With Oliver Garrett & Human Rights Complaint
I am putting this post out in order to find someone who is able to help me document abuse against me and my son.
So far, the FBI has not done anything but cover for other people they know.
I am positive that not only U.S. persons but some good-hearted international persons know what is going on.
It may be easier for someone who is outside of the U.S. to help me put together a report of abuse, persecution, harassment, criminal conduct by U.S. govt. officials, and torture.
I called the Knoxville FBI and they said I could talk to someone after what Nashville FBI did to me by trying to have me admitted to MTMHI. However, "talk" is not going to accomplish anything.
And all day I haven't had any problem with the head piercing stuff until now, when I start to write about this. This is the U.S. or the U.S. has people involved or is allowing it.
All of a sudden, it quit.
They refused to give me a lawyer throughout my case with my son, and the couple I was given, were bribed. They were not ever working for me or my son.
I was then finally appointed a lawyer for "appeal" who had gone to a catholic Benedictine college, and this was a conflict of interest as I'd had past litigation against this catholic order. Instead of helping me get records, she went out of her way to stall. She had connections to Washington D.C. That was Tanesha.
She was never a real appellate attorney that would have done anything for us but ruin things.
She proved this in the first few months, with her stalling and refusal to collect records for my case.
This is a case where everything could be overturned almost immediately if the right lawyer or firm got involved. I have the evidence. I just need someone who has the appearance of power to file things in court. Sometimes, a group just needs to know there is someone who is licensed to take care of business, who is not working with them, and who is potentially going to expose things. Even very powerful groups back down really fast when they are confronted with this.
Because of all of the problems, there has been an impression that this is impossible. It's not. It's actually very much on my side, and very probable that I will win. This is because I have not only God and the truth on my side, I have some evidence. What I need is a lawyer who is not paid by the U.S. to cover up for them. Or, a U.S. person who has more integrity than everyone else around them and is willing to go against the flow because it is the right thing to do.
I don't know why someone would help me now, at this point, when I've been trying to find work and help for the last several years, but I have a list of those who would want to say not to believe me, and interfere: from different groups.
I need to discover one thing:
Who will help me put my case together, against the United States of America
or, if it is not going to go that far, then I need someone from the U.S. who is willing to single out those individuals in U.S. positions who have abused the trust of the public and of me and my son and colluded with others. I believe the wikileaks guy could help. I wrote to him and then only a few months later he was being hunted down and charged with crimes.
I believe what has happened to me and my son is very big.
But I know that I can win.
The only reason I've been pushed down to not even work, is because others know it wouldn't even take that much money.
The truth is on my side and so is God.
I don't believe the Jewish will help me. They might help my son, but not me. My family's lawyer, who is Jewish, just thinks my son is fine living with my aunt and uncle. He doesn't care and neither do any of the others. I have been in the way of their other objectives and they are not going to help me. Maybe there are good ones that are different, just like every group, but I was always turned away from synogogues when I used to try to call for help. Even if they are against torture, it seems to me that with their level of intel, they have allowed a lot of incredible abuse against me to occur.
So far, the FBI has not done anything but cover for other people they know.
I am positive that not only U.S. persons but some good-hearted international persons know what is going on.
It may be easier for someone who is outside of the U.S. to help me put together a report of abuse, persecution, harassment, criminal conduct by U.S. govt. officials, and torture.
I called the Knoxville FBI and they said I could talk to someone after what Nashville FBI did to me by trying to have me admitted to MTMHI. However, "talk" is not going to accomplish anything.
And all day I haven't had any problem with the head piercing stuff until now, when I start to write about this. This is the U.S. or the U.S. has people involved or is allowing it.
All of a sudden, it quit.
They refused to give me a lawyer throughout my case with my son, and the couple I was given, were bribed. They were not ever working for me or my son.
I was then finally appointed a lawyer for "appeal" who had gone to a catholic Benedictine college, and this was a conflict of interest as I'd had past litigation against this catholic order. Instead of helping me get records, she went out of her way to stall. She had connections to Washington D.C. That was Tanesha.
She was never a real appellate attorney that would have done anything for us but ruin things.
She proved this in the first few months, with her stalling and refusal to collect records for my case.
This is a case where everything could be overturned almost immediately if the right lawyer or firm got involved. I have the evidence. I just need someone who has the appearance of power to file things in court. Sometimes, a group just needs to know there is someone who is licensed to take care of business, who is not working with them, and who is potentially going to expose things. Even very powerful groups back down really fast when they are confronted with this.
Because of all of the problems, there has been an impression that this is impossible. It's not. It's actually very much on my side, and very probable that I will win. This is because I have not only God and the truth on my side, I have some evidence. What I need is a lawyer who is not paid by the U.S. to cover up for them. Or, a U.S. person who has more integrity than everyone else around them and is willing to go against the flow because it is the right thing to do.
I don't know why someone would help me now, at this point, when I've been trying to find work and help for the last several years, but I have a list of those who would want to say not to believe me, and interfere: from different groups.
I need to discover one thing:
Who will help me put my case together, against the United States of America
or, if it is not going to go that far, then I need someone from the U.S. who is willing to single out those individuals in U.S. positions who have abused the trust of the public and of me and my son and colluded with others. I believe the wikileaks guy could help. I wrote to him and then only a few months later he was being hunted down and charged with crimes.
I believe what has happened to me and my son is very big.
But I know that I can win.
The only reason I've been pushed down to not even work, is because others know it wouldn't even take that much money.
The truth is on my side and so is God.
I don't believe the Jewish will help me. They might help my son, but not me. My family's lawyer, who is Jewish, just thinks my son is fine living with my aunt and uncle. He doesn't care and neither do any of the others. I have been in the way of their other objectives and they are not going to help me. Maybe there are good ones that are different, just like every group, but I was always turned away from synogogues when I used to try to call for help. Even if they are against torture, it seems to me that with their level of intel, they have allowed a lot of incredible abuse against me to occur.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Illegal Use of Technology & Harassment in Nashville
Old Cameo from 2010:
Would say, "I had better not report what is going on, because they are saying they're going to give me a job or help me, so I'd better just keep my mouth shut about the other stuff."
New Cameo from 2011:
Says, "You are pieces of shit if you think it is okay to lure me to your place of business, not to really offer me anything at all, and instead do something for yourselves. Anyone who does this or who is doing something illegal on the side is not your friend and it is highly unlikely that they will be giving you any work, so report away."
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So here goes.
I was told I would get work through a temp agency and that there were a lot of great jobs. So with this in mind, I owuld normally hope this is true and I wouldn't do anything to screw up an opportunity, esp. when I've been blacklisted as it is.
Which is what I've done. I've allowed others to literally use me for nothing more than bets and predictions about where I will go and what I will do. They have zero intention of giving me work. They are having more fun, following me around as if I am a lab rat in a maze. And they think that while they do this, and engage others, that it is okay to use military and medical technology in conjunction with their predictions, because harming someone is always nice when you want to direct someone or have them go in the direction any normal person would go, if they were being harmed.
I have no clue if these people are trying to tell others that they just have psychic people or if they are even letting others "in" on what they are actually doing, to facilitate their goals of having me go here and then there.
This is supposed to be amusing, and amazing, and research material for a lot of inhumane assholes.
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Here was how the stage was set for the latest game. And if there are a few innocent people caught up with the assholes, I believe it because I believe even if there is one with good intentions, others would try to create problems.
I was at the YMCA a few days ago.
This woman came into the steam room with 2 other women, right after I had been in a sauna with this other woman.
Okay, so first I will bring up the sauna.
This woman was in the sauna when I went in and told me her story about how she had been a single mother with nothing and went up the ladder in business. I had a feeling she worked for government and then found out she did. She said she worked for the state. She pointed out these leaf earrings and said someone left them behind. They looked like earrings that Theo had tried to give me once, in Wenatchee.
So then I took the earrings with me after she left, to take to the lost and found when I was done in the lockerroom. I went to the steam room next because the sauna wasn't hot. When I was in, then these women came in and started talking about not having work. Then one spoke up and told me to go to the Robert Half agency at Regions on 15th and she had plenty of work for me. Her name is Emily.
So I thought she sounded sincere and I decided to get dressed and go there today.
I first had breakfast at the shelter, where I had only the milk (in a carton) and one pancake. I took a chance. I was bleeding the next time I used the restroom. I was offered coffee at the Robert Half agency, but I took it and then didn't drink any of it. So I know it wasn't from this agency and I wondered if someone had wanted me to think the bleeding was from the coffee. But I chose not to have any coffee.
So I was able to positively exclude the idea that it had anything to do with the coffee. What was odd was that some of the employees there, though, went to the bathroom when I was there and they started talking about food poisoning.
So backing up--All of my food was normal last night. I bought everything packaged. Took nothing from anyone. The only thing that was not packaged was water from a faucet at the Y, which I figured was okay. Then the next morning, I had only the pancake and milk. I used the restroom and everything was fine. Two hours later, after I'd been offered coffee and took it but didn't drink any, I was bleeding rectally and vaginally. With no bleeding before this incident. Something had caused my body to bleed.
But of course I'm not being poisoned and of course the FBI is doing their job.
Yeah, that Washington D.C. forensics team is just all over my case.
So then I thought, "Thank you God that I did not take that coffee because I would have assumed it was their coffee (Robert Half International's) and not have been able to narrow it down."
And I don't like to falsely accuse people, no matter what it's about.
When I was offered coffee, I said yes but could I go with her to the kitchen to watch it being poured?
Oh, by the way, since I started blogging about this, the overheating is happening. I am at the Starbucks off of West End right next to Rumba.
So I went to the kitchen with her and there were 2 canisters already full of coffee. A whole room of people on computers in the backroom. So I waited to see which one she took coffee from and if she drank it first. I wasn't going to drink it unless I saw her drinking it.
(By the way, someone just quit the overheating for some reason, about 5 or more minutes after I posted my location)
She didn't drink any of it so I took mine but I didn't drink even a sip and I tossed it out when I left to get something to eat before doing the computer testing.
This is the Robert Half International temporary agency off of Deaderick and 4th in downtown Nashville.
The person who was first there was named "Jenny" and she showed me how to register online and fill out the application. So I did this. I noticed a few things online being changed...like I would choose answers but then a few of them were changed to something else and I had to go back and correct them again. It was the same thing that happened last year when I tried repeatedly to fill out my college FAFSA online.
Aside from things kind of changing on me, nothing happened at first. Then a different receptionist sat there, and I don't remember her name. She wore a pink shirt under a black blazer and I think she was wearing a wig. It didn't really look like her own hair.
Oh, but I guess I should back up again.
This morning, at the shelter, someone had set out this Dr. Pepper and one blue and black glove of a young child, and something else and I thought it was sort of odd. Every now and then someone is putting out this weird stuff to be symbolic and I guess the purpose is to try to claim the course of the day tied in with some prediction or something. Totally nuts.
Then, everything thaat someone has wanted to bring up around me has been "doctor" this and "doctor" that, like a joke, but first, I got poisoned and bled this morning which was really great. No, I'm not going to the doctor.
I'm not going to the doctor until someone from Washington D.C. stops fucking around and gets serious about helping me and my son.
There are people from Washington D.C. here, but in my opinion, they're fucking around.
So anyway, I went to this temp place and I wouldn't have written anything if someone hadn't first used technology to torture. Not only that, it was specifically triggering different parts of my head. I could feel a pulse and sharp pain in specific parts of my head and this is not normal for me.
First the computer data was getting screwed up. Then I was sitting there and the back of my head started getting very sharp pulsing pains and it wasn't headache. It was fucking assholes.
If someone is facing the back of my head, it was the left side near the base of the skull first. About midway down the head, to the left side. A very specific part and this is not even a part of my head that hurts with migraine or any kind of headache. It was totally different.
I let it happen a few times and then finally looked behind me and this receptionist was standing up looking at me and sat down quickly but I don't know if it was smokescreen for something else. However, this black woman with the pink shirt was the only one facing me. Behind her, however, was a very large window with a lot of buildings behind it. Still, how would she know how to stage surprise at the same time that this was happening to me?
After someone literally did this to me, to the back of my head on the left side, then I told her I wanted to move to a different computer and she wanted to know why. She was almost fishing for me to give details and I just said, "I just had a few problems with this one and I was distracted by what was in my peripheral vision (implying her)". So then I asked to go to a different computer on the opposite wall and for some reason, they didn't want me using any of the computers on the opposite wall.
She specifically told me to go to this other one and sat me down there, where nothing happened to the left side back of my head, but instead, some fuckers did something that triggered the right side. It was right side and more on the top of the head, not in the back at all. It was something that could have been done from a birds eye. I started getting blurry vision. At some point my vision was blurring and something else was happening to me.
These FUCKERS are not getting away with this anymore.
Period.
Your time has come. Which means I am immediately reporting what is going on and I am not deluded into believing I am getting work when you are having too much fucking fun messing around with innocent lives, including my life and my son's life.
I asked where the Robert Half International agency was headquartered and I asked because when I went in, there was a huge poster of Rome, Italy on the left side and then Chicago, IL on the right side.
This was after running into some other woman downstairs who had on a Catholic medallion and she seemed nice and then I was upstairs and wondered where the company originated, even though I know there are probably people hired from all kinds of backgrounds.
But I went back to Emily because she's the one who first suggested I go there.
I could tell, half the time I was there, there were people trying to predict or guess what I was even putting down on the application.
I was told there were a lot of jobs and I saw all these postings for work, and being told I was given work, should be tempting enough to keep me from talking.
It's worked in the past, hasn't it?
Any kind of false idea or incentive to get me to keep my mouth shut when you're doing nothing but shitty things to me.
Why would I take a job from a company that does this to me on the first day I am there anyway? Who knows who I would be "temping" for...Oak Ridge? CIA squats? or some kind of International Asshole?
Oh sure, I can hardly wait fuckers.
I should have stood up for myself in this same way, on the first day I went to public defender's offices in Wenatchee and was being fried. It was totally different, but it was still a warning sign. But what was I to do? I was at the mercy of the system right? and the only way I could get help might be to take it as a warning sign and then accept whatever they might give me in exchange for my silence.
Look at how it has turned out for me.
The fuckers get away with fucking with me for years.
SO FUCK YOU.
I swear by God that you will not be laughing when this begins to happen to your own children, because it's coming. Your children will be the lab rats.
So no, Emily, Jenny, and whatever your name is, I don't want a job through the Robert Half International agency.
My favorite part was sitting in the little back office as she interviewed me (Emily), and watching as she hesitated and stared at the pen I had in my hand which had "Free Will Baptist" on it. Free Will.
For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling to myself at that and then she said, "You don't have to do anymore of the computer testing. It's not working right now anyway."
DAMN RIGHT it's not "working"
Someone else will be echoing these same sentiments:
"It's not working."
So then I had people following me to the next place I went. I was told by the temp agency that I had so much experience I would qualify for something higher up than admin.
I "remembered" to add my job as a fucking CEO for a student services group at a community college.
I was supervisor for over 10-15 students and employees and I had the ultimate decision in who I hired. I hired a combination of international and U.S. born students and we had a great year. I have more brains and potential than half of these assholes out there and I've had fuckers try to steal EVERYTHING from me.
Not anymore.
I never understood what my father meant when he said, when I was a kid, "Cameo, you have more natural talent in so many different areas, than anyone else I know."
He used to say, "Do you know what talent is? It's a gift from God."
I never got it. I never thought this, or believed it, or understood it, until I was in my 30s and realized I did have more natural talent than most of the people I had even met in my lifetime. And I never knew it or reached my potential because others DID notice and wanted to take it from me.
He used to say, "You have musical talent, and athletic ability, and you're smart, and you're beautiful too." And another thing he used to say, "And you have a tender and soft heart."
This is a travesty that my son and I have been attacked by a bunch of half-brained idiots. That's the real "half" here. That jealousy and fear have motivated others to do these horrible things and try to convince others that it is somehow worthwhile.
Now, I am not very beautiful. I no longer have my beautiful singing voice either. And this is not because God took these things away. This is because jealous assholes went after me with stakes.
And you are the losers. All of you who follow these pitiful games and have NO moral backbone and ZERO independence, you are LOSERS until you fucking stand up straight and think about what you are going to do with your lives. Is this what you are going to teach your children? How to be like you? Then this world will end in war.
My son was showing signs of even higher intelligence than I have. He was far smarter than any kid I've seen or been around, and excelled past all milestones, into the genius category. And some fuckers got fucking JEALOUS.
FUCK YOU.
Your children will never have half the brains or talent than any child of mine will have. And you can't stand the thought. They won't have half of the backbone or near the pure values and humanity that I teach my children. Because you never spent your time developing this skill of parenting to begin with, because unlike me, you never even really cared.
So yeah. I was a CEO. I still fucking am. I am more of a director and leader than half of you lame-ass idiots who try to keep me out of work altogether. I am also an entrepreneur and have started my OWN business and done well, which is more than a lot of you can say for yourselves who pull on Daddy's purse strings.
Who cares if you make a lot of money in a business or company, if you've never done anything for yourself for once?
I may be down, but I am not down because I can't do anything.
The problem is, I can do too much. And this might damage what others want to do or suddenly put me into a different light which you can't fucking stand to be compared to.
I started, managed, and ran my own business while I was in college, and I took 20 credits of higher level (even grad) classes at the same time. And this was while I also single-handedly filed and led 2 major lawsuits against HUGE groups and kept them standing and sound for over 2 years.
All on my own.
THIS is what YOU are FUCKING AFRAID OF
Not only that, I made your accuontants and budget blimps look bloated. I did more with $5,000 than your fuckers did with hundreds of thousands. Made ja look bad didn't I?
I did this, after I was CEO for student services at a college, showing I was able to make sound decisons in hiring and retaining employees, and in planning events, and keeping everything on a tight budget. I also chose to put my hands into the work and not just supervise, even though my job allowed me to only supervise and direct.
I did some fucking data entry, by CHOICE, to be part of a team so don't say I am not a fucking team player.
What happened after this? some fuckers got me down and have used that chance to keep me down for good.
I don't want your fucking admin assistant, customer service, lousy retail and receptionist jobs. I am better than that and I deserve a job that pays well, and which does NOT involve fucking torture as part of the fucking application process.
Is THIS FUCKING CLEAR?
If I have to track down every single one of the last lousy asses that's involved in this, I will. You just keep me fucking unemployed and I will document every time you FUCK with me in any way or form.
And by the way D.C., I need someone who has experience in some fucking forensics. And a RICO team of lawyers and if some of you have to break off from the FBI to develop your own REAL company of real defenders, then that's what you should do.
Hurts doesn't it? The TRUTH fucking hurts.
There is a woman here, who was here when I got here, who I just get bad energy from. I guessed Israeli and she says Iranian. Her boyfriend came in and sat next to her. There is something wrong with her, in my opinion.
I took one look at her and said, "How long have you been visiting?" and she said she'd been in TN 10 years. I asked where she was from before and she said Indiana. Then I said, "You know people in D.C?" and she said yes. That's what I was getting. I wasn't getting "Indiana". I was getting Washington D.C. She could be anything, from south american to middle eastern, but I initially guessed israeli and she *said* iranian. I don't know if any of it is true. I DO know, that while I was sitting here, a few minutes ago, I had something triggering the top and right side of my head and sort of in the front and when I looked outside and was looking across I noticed they were both staring at me and found something very amusing.
I think they're fucked from now on, whoever they are.
When I sat down at the table, the one woman started talking to him about medical stuff, and asked what to prescribe someone to prevent seizures. They are in some kind of medical school, apparently. And something else on top of that. Intel of some kind. He looks like a boxer but I wouldn't assume anything. Just reminds me of one for some reason. Rocky and Lilah.
I looked up the name Lilah wondering what it means.
It's persian or arabic for "night"
it's also hebrew and a variant for "delilah"
I wonder who the Sampson is.
I didn't really believe she was Iranian. I don't know why. Maybe she is, but I felt she wasn't.
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As soon as I looked over at them, catching them watching me when the other stuff was happening, someone quit doing what they were doing. Why? because I am going to be fucking catching the people who are connected in any way.
It takes more than just someone initiating the torture. There are others who observe.
Let me guess. She wants to work for a research medical company. Or at a University hospital that does research. Just a fucking hunch.
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I gave my 2 pieces of ID to the temp agency and said I was interested in certain work, but my last interview was for nothing. I was told to go to an interview, through a DIFFERENT temp agency, that was out in the middle of nowhere and I made it anyway, because it was something I could easily do. I should have had the job no problem and I invested $24 for a taxi plus tip, just to get over to the interview.
I interviewed with someone who had gone to Vanderbilt.
It was almost like a set up and actually, some good homeless people were trying to tip me off about that but I never know who to trust.
I went anyway, and the guy set out some flyers that looked almost identical to flyers I have seen before, somewhere else entirely, and then I was quizzed. And then told I was "a complicated case". Then I was told the job was probably not a job afterall. I went out there for nothing and on the way there, I had the feeling it was going to be nothing.
But I went to the interview anyway, doing my part, and knowing that if there was an actual job, I would be able to do it with ease and do it well.
Do I write about my employers? No.
In fact, I don't believe I've written hardly ANYTHING about any of my past employers. Is this not true? I may not have always agreed and I'm sure there have been different conflicts but I have not, to date, ever written about past employers.
The only ones I have written about are ones who seriously went beyond the call of duty to fuck me over or who call me out to pointless interviews when they have no intention of hiring me in the first place. Oh, and torture, regardless of the incentive that could be next, doesn't fly with me.
I thought about the temp place today. That it could have been legitimate but that possibly someone else was trying to screw it up for me. I don't know.
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The one couple is leaving. Rocky and Lilah. And right before they left another 2 women came in who knew them. One in a fur leopard spotted vest and another in a white, grey, and black jacket with a brown tanktop. I could see the couple nodding off to the woman in the white, grey, and black jacket in the window reflection and the older woman in fur is proud of the "iranian" woman. I saw her looking over at the *iranian* woman and there was more than just a glance. It was some kind of pride, almost like a mother would have for her daughter.
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All of this makes me paranoid for a good reason. Seriously.
I have people watching what I choose to eat and everything.
And I have a good reason to be worried, when I'm bleeding in the toilet.
I have no health problem.
Then I was at Starbucks and ordered a short Americano but wanted to see it poured. I went around to watch and someone had two short cups set out in a row. I saw only one cup being placed there, not two. No one else had a short drink. So this barrista takes one of them and puts it under the hot water tap and hands it to me and I said, because I didn't see the shots poured, "Did you pour the shots from here?" and she said, "It's brown, why else would it be brown."
Right. Like it's not possible for someone to have one cup set aside with something else in it and then add hot water. She asked if I wanted it to be poured again and I said yes and that time I saw shots poured. They weren't poured the first time. I was standing right there.
They asked if I wanted cream.
Right. I want cream like I want the bad pitcher of milk used instead of the good pitcher. No, I do not want cream.
I don't need any opportunity for anyone to tamper with my drink in any way.
I was just bleeding again today assholes.
Don't Fucking say I'm "paranoid" without also acknowledging I'm rational and reasonable and that I would be stupid to do anything other than check my drink out in every possible way.
Is it brown? Yeah. It's brown. So what.
And the blueberry pancakes looked like normal pancakes too. And so did the syrup and it even tasted like fucking maple syrup.
It didn't come with a little foil tipped toothpick and a flag that said, "Arsenic Blueberry Pancakes" or whatever.
I have white lines in my nails people.
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I think some of these people coming in, who appear so delighted with my inelegant and crass post here, are very happy about the way things are turning out.
I've been immodest and boasted about my abilities, and I swore, and talked about things that sound crazy. I think this makes them feel pretty good actually.
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In the last 10 minutes I've had someone doing something again, in the meantime.
Most of these people are Israeli and Catholic. If any are Iranian, these are bought out ones. I never had any problem with Iranians and anyone wanting to try to create a problem would try to take a few and make it look like there is an issue when there's not. Not unless some of them are just doing something for benefits or some political group of some kind. If there are Protestants, they're sort of the wishy washy ones who just need work or in the scientific community and have no soul.
Would say, "I had better not report what is going on, because they are saying they're going to give me a job or help me, so I'd better just keep my mouth shut about the other stuff."
New Cameo from 2011:
Says, "You are pieces of shit if you think it is okay to lure me to your place of business, not to really offer me anything at all, and instead do something for yourselves. Anyone who does this or who is doing something illegal on the side is not your friend and it is highly unlikely that they will be giving you any work, so report away."
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So here goes.
I was told I would get work through a temp agency and that there were a lot of great jobs. So with this in mind, I owuld normally hope this is true and I wouldn't do anything to screw up an opportunity, esp. when I've been blacklisted as it is.
Which is what I've done. I've allowed others to literally use me for nothing more than bets and predictions about where I will go and what I will do. They have zero intention of giving me work. They are having more fun, following me around as if I am a lab rat in a maze. And they think that while they do this, and engage others, that it is okay to use military and medical technology in conjunction with their predictions, because harming someone is always nice when you want to direct someone or have them go in the direction any normal person would go, if they were being harmed.
I have no clue if these people are trying to tell others that they just have psychic people or if they are even letting others "in" on what they are actually doing, to facilitate their goals of having me go here and then there.
This is supposed to be amusing, and amazing, and research material for a lot of inhumane assholes.
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Here was how the stage was set for the latest game. And if there are a few innocent people caught up with the assholes, I believe it because I believe even if there is one with good intentions, others would try to create problems.
I was at the YMCA a few days ago.
This woman came into the steam room with 2 other women, right after I had been in a sauna with this other woman.
Okay, so first I will bring up the sauna.
This woman was in the sauna when I went in and told me her story about how she had been a single mother with nothing and went up the ladder in business. I had a feeling she worked for government and then found out she did. She said she worked for the state. She pointed out these leaf earrings and said someone left them behind. They looked like earrings that Theo had tried to give me once, in Wenatchee.
So then I took the earrings with me after she left, to take to the lost and found when I was done in the lockerroom. I went to the steam room next because the sauna wasn't hot. When I was in, then these women came in and started talking about not having work. Then one spoke up and told me to go to the Robert Half agency at Regions on 15th and she had plenty of work for me. Her name is Emily.
So I thought she sounded sincere and I decided to get dressed and go there today.
I first had breakfast at the shelter, where I had only the milk (in a carton) and one pancake. I took a chance. I was bleeding the next time I used the restroom. I was offered coffee at the Robert Half agency, but I took it and then didn't drink any of it. So I know it wasn't from this agency and I wondered if someone had wanted me to think the bleeding was from the coffee. But I chose not to have any coffee.
So I was able to positively exclude the idea that it had anything to do with the coffee. What was odd was that some of the employees there, though, went to the bathroom when I was there and they started talking about food poisoning.
So backing up--All of my food was normal last night. I bought everything packaged. Took nothing from anyone. The only thing that was not packaged was water from a faucet at the Y, which I figured was okay. Then the next morning, I had only the pancake and milk. I used the restroom and everything was fine. Two hours later, after I'd been offered coffee and took it but didn't drink any, I was bleeding rectally and vaginally. With no bleeding before this incident. Something had caused my body to bleed.
But of course I'm not being poisoned and of course the FBI is doing their job.
Yeah, that Washington D.C. forensics team is just all over my case.
So then I thought, "Thank you God that I did not take that coffee because I would have assumed it was their coffee (Robert Half International's) and not have been able to narrow it down."
And I don't like to falsely accuse people, no matter what it's about.
When I was offered coffee, I said yes but could I go with her to the kitchen to watch it being poured?
Oh, by the way, since I started blogging about this, the overheating is happening. I am at the Starbucks off of West End right next to Rumba.
So I went to the kitchen with her and there were 2 canisters already full of coffee. A whole room of people on computers in the backroom. So I waited to see which one she took coffee from and if she drank it first. I wasn't going to drink it unless I saw her drinking it.
(By the way, someone just quit the overheating for some reason, about 5 or more minutes after I posted my location)
She didn't drink any of it so I took mine but I didn't drink even a sip and I tossed it out when I left to get something to eat before doing the computer testing.
This is the Robert Half International temporary agency off of Deaderick and 4th in downtown Nashville.
The person who was first there was named "Jenny" and she showed me how to register online and fill out the application. So I did this. I noticed a few things online being changed...like I would choose answers but then a few of them were changed to something else and I had to go back and correct them again. It was the same thing that happened last year when I tried repeatedly to fill out my college FAFSA online.
Aside from things kind of changing on me, nothing happened at first. Then a different receptionist sat there, and I don't remember her name. She wore a pink shirt under a black blazer and I think she was wearing a wig. It didn't really look like her own hair.
Oh, but I guess I should back up again.
This morning, at the shelter, someone had set out this Dr. Pepper and one blue and black glove of a young child, and something else and I thought it was sort of odd. Every now and then someone is putting out this weird stuff to be symbolic and I guess the purpose is to try to claim the course of the day tied in with some prediction or something. Totally nuts.
Then, everything thaat someone has wanted to bring up around me has been "doctor" this and "doctor" that, like a joke, but first, I got poisoned and bled this morning which was really great. No, I'm not going to the doctor.
I'm not going to the doctor until someone from Washington D.C. stops fucking around and gets serious about helping me and my son.
There are people from Washington D.C. here, but in my opinion, they're fucking around.
So anyway, I went to this temp place and I wouldn't have written anything if someone hadn't first used technology to torture. Not only that, it was specifically triggering different parts of my head. I could feel a pulse and sharp pain in specific parts of my head and this is not normal for me.
First the computer data was getting screwed up. Then I was sitting there and the back of my head started getting very sharp pulsing pains and it wasn't headache. It was fucking assholes.
If someone is facing the back of my head, it was the left side near the base of the skull first. About midway down the head, to the left side. A very specific part and this is not even a part of my head that hurts with migraine or any kind of headache. It was totally different.
I let it happen a few times and then finally looked behind me and this receptionist was standing up looking at me and sat down quickly but I don't know if it was smokescreen for something else. However, this black woman with the pink shirt was the only one facing me. Behind her, however, was a very large window with a lot of buildings behind it. Still, how would she know how to stage surprise at the same time that this was happening to me?
After someone literally did this to me, to the back of my head on the left side, then I told her I wanted to move to a different computer and she wanted to know why. She was almost fishing for me to give details and I just said, "I just had a few problems with this one and I was distracted by what was in my peripheral vision (implying her)". So then I asked to go to a different computer on the opposite wall and for some reason, they didn't want me using any of the computers on the opposite wall.
She specifically told me to go to this other one and sat me down there, where nothing happened to the left side back of my head, but instead, some fuckers did something that triggered the right side. It was right side and more on the top of the head, not in the back at all. It was something that could have been done from a birds eye. I started getting blurry vision. At some point my vision was blurring and something else was happening to me.
These FUCKERS are not getting away with this anymore.
Period.
Your time has come. Which means I am immediately reporting what is going on and I am not deluded into believing I am getting work when you are having too much fucking fun messing around with innocent lives, including my life and my son's life.
I asked where the Robert Half International agency was headquartered and I asked because when I went in, there was a huge poster of Rome, Italy on the left side and then Chicago, IL on the right side.
This was after running into some other woman downstairs who had on a Catholic medallion and she seemed nice and then I was upstairs and wondered where the company originated, even though I know there are probably people hired from all kinds of backgrounds.
But I went back to Emily because she's the one who first suggested I go there.
I could tell, half the time I was there, there were people trying to predict or guess what I was even putting down on the application.
I was told there were a lot of jobs and I saw all these postings for work, and being told I was given work, should be tempting enough to keep me from talking.
It's worked in the past, hasn't it?
Any kind of false idea or incentive to get me to keep my mouth shut when you're doing nothing but shitty things to me.
Why would I take a job from a company that does this to me on the first day I am there anyway? Who knows who I would be "temping" for...Oak Ridge? CIA squats? or some kind of International Asshole?
Oh sure, I can hardly wait fuckers.
I should have stood up for myself in this same way, on the first day I went to public defender's offices in Wenatchee and was being fried. It was totally different, but it was still a warning sign. But what was I to do? I was at the mercy of the system right? and the only way I could get help might be to take it as a warning sign and then accept whatever they might give me in exchange for my silence.
Look at how it has turned out for me.
The fuckers get away with fucking with me for years.
SO FUCK YOU.
I swear by God that you will not be laughing when this begins to happen to your own children, because it's coming. Your children will be the lab rats.
So no, Emily, Jenny, and whatever your name is, I don't want a job through the Robert Half International agency.
My favorite part was sitting in the little back office as she interviewed me (Emily), and watching as she hesitated and stared at the pen I had in my hand which had "Free Will Baptist" on it. Free Will.
For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling to myself at that and then she said, "You don't have to do anymore of the computer testing. It's not working right now anyway."
DAMN RIGHT it's not "working"
Someone else will be echoing these same sentiments:
"It's not working."
So then I had people following me to the next place I went. I was told by the temp agency that I had so much experience I would qualify for something higher up than admin.
I "remembered" to add my job as a fucking CEO for a student services group at a community college.
I was supervisor for over 10-15 students and employees and I had the ultimate decision in who I hired. I hired a combination of international and U.S. born students and we had a great year. I have more brains and potential than half of these assholes out there and I've had fuckers try to steal EVERYTHING from me.
Not anymore.
I never understood what my father meant when he said, when I was a kid, "Cameo, you have more natural talent in so many different areas, than anyone else I know."
He used to say, "Do you know what talent is? It's a gift from God."
I never got it. I never thought this, or believed it, or understood it, until I was in my 30s and realized I did have more natural talent than most of the people I had even met in my lifetime. And I never knew it or reached my potential because others DID notice and wanted to take it from me.
He used to say, "You have musical talent, and athletic ability, and you're smart, and you're beautiful too." And another thing he used to say, "And you have a tender and soft heart."
This is a travesty that my son and I have been attacked by a bunch of half-brained idiots. That's the real "half" here. That jealousy and fear have motivated others to do these horrible things and try to convince others that it is somehow worthwhile.
Now, I am not very beautiful. I no longer have my beautiful singing voice either. And this is not because God took these things away. This is because jealous assholes went after me with stakes.
And you are the losers. All of you who follow these pitiful games and have NO moral backbone and ZERO independence, you are LOSERS until you fucking stand up straight and think about what you are going to do with your lives. Is this what you are going to teach your children? How to be like you? Then this world will end in war.
My son was showing signs of even higher intelligence than I have. He was far smarter than any kid I've seen or been around, and excelled past all milestones, into the genius category. And some fuckers got fucking JEALOUS.
FUCK YOU.
Your children will never have half the brains or talent than any child of mine will have. And you can't stand the thought. They won't have half of the backbone or near the pure values and humanity that I teach my children. Because you never spent your time developing this skill of parenting to begin with, because unlike me, you never even really cared.
So yeah. I was a CEO. I still fucking am. I am more of a director and leader than half of you lame-ass idiots who try to keep me out of work altogether. I am also an entrepreneur and have started my OWN business and done well, which is more than a lot of you can say for yourselves who pull on Daddy's purse strings.
Who cares if you make a lot of money in a business or company, if you've never done anything for yourself for once?
I may be down, but I am not down because I can't do anything.
The problem is, I can do too much. And this might damage what others want to do or suddenly put me into a different light which you can't fucking stand to be compared to.
I started, managed, and ran my own business while I was in college, and I took 20 credits of higher level (even grad) classes at the same time. And this was while I also single-handedly filed and led 2 major lawsuits against HUGE groups and kept them standing and sound for over 2 years.
All on my own.
THIS is what YOU are FUCKING AFRAID OF
Not only that, I made your accuontants and budget blimps look bloated. I did more with $5,000 than your fuckers did with hundreds of thousands. Made ja look bad didn't I?
I did this, after I was CEO for student services at a college, showing I was able to make sound decisons in hiring and retaining employees, and in planning events, and keeping everything on a tight budget. I also chose to put my hands into the work and not just supervise, even though my job allowed me to only supervise and direct.
I did some fucking data entry, by CHOICE, to be part of a team so don't say I am not a fucking team player.
What happened after this? some fuckers got me down and have used that chance to keep me down for good.
I don't want your fucking admin assistant, customer service, lousy retail and receptionist jobs. I am better than that and I deserve a job that pays well, and which does NOT involve fucking torture as part of the fucking application process.
Is THIS FUCKING CLEAR?
If I have to track down every single one of the last lousy asses that's involved in this, I will. You just keep me fucking unemployed and I will document every time you FUCK with me in any way or form.
And by the way D.C., I need someone who has experience in some fucking forensics. And a RICO team of lawyers and if some of you have to break off from the FBI to develop your own REAL company of real defenders, then that's what you should do.
Hurts doesn't it? The TRUTH fucking hurts.
There is a woman here, who was here when I got here, who I just get bad energy from. I guessed Israeli and she says Iranian. Her boyfriend came in and sat next to her. There is something wrong with her, in my opinion.
I took one look at her and said, "How long have you been visiting?" and she said she'd been in TN 10 years. I asked where she was from before and she said Indiana. Then I said, "You know people in D.C?" and she said yes. That's what I was getting. I wasn't getting "Indiana". I was getting Washington D.C. She could be anything, from south american to middle eastern, but I initially guessed israeli and she *said* iranian. I don't know if any of it is true. I DO know, that while I was sitting here, a few minutes ago, I had something triggering the top and right side of my head and sort of in the front and when I looked outside and was looking across I noticed they were both staring at me and found something very amusing.
I think they're fucked from now on, whoever they are.
When I sat down at the table, the one woman started talking to him about medical stuff, and asked what to prescribe someone to prevent seizures. They are in some kind of medical school, apparently. And something else on top of that. Intel of some kind. He looks like a boxer but I wouldn't assume anything. Just reminds me of one for some reason. Rocky and Lilah.
I looked up the name Lilah wondering what it means.
It's persian or arabic for "night"
it's also hebrew and a variant for "delilah"
I wonder who the Sampson is.
I didn't really believe she was Iranian. I don't know why. Maybe she is, but I felt she wasn't.
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As soon as I looked over at them, catching them watching me when the other stuff was happening, someone quit doing what they were doing. Why? because I am going to be fucking catching the people who are connected in any way.
It takes more than just someone initiating the torture. There are others who observe.
Let me guess. She wants to work for a research medical company. Or at a University hospital that does research. Just a fucking hunch.
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I gave my 2 pieces of ID to the temp agency and said I was interested in certain work, but my last interview was for nothing. I was told to go to an interview, through a DIFFERENT temp agency, that was out in the middle of nowhere and I made it anyway, because it was something I could easily do. I should have had the job no problem and I invested $24 for a taxi plus tip, just to get over to the interview.
I interviewed with someone who had gone to Vanderbilt.
It was almost like a set up and actually, some good homeless people were trying to tip me off about that but I never know who to trust.
I went anyway, and the guy set out some flyers that looked almost identical to flyers I have seen before, somewhere else entirely, and then I was quizzed. And then told I was "a complicated case". Then I was told the job was probably not a job afterall. I went out there for nothing and on the way there, I had the feeling it was going to be nothing.
But I went to the interview anyway, doing my part, and knowing that if there was an actual job, I would be able to do it with ease and do it well.
Do I write about my employers? No.
In fact, I don't believe I've written hardly ANYTHING about any of my past employers. Is this not true? I may not have always agreed and I'm sure there have been different conflicts but I have not, to date, ever written about past employers.
The only ones I have written about are ones who seriously went beyond the call of duty to fuck me over or who call me out to pointless interviews when they have no intention of hiring me in the first place. Oh, and torture, regardless of the incentive that could be next, doesn't fly with me.
I thought about the temp place today. That it could have been legitimate but that possibly someone else was trying to screw it up for me. I don't know.
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The one couple is leaving. Rocky and Lilah. And right before they left another 2 women came in who knew them. One in a fur leopard spotted vest and another in a white, grey, and black jacket with a brown tanktop. I could see the couple nodding off to the woman in the white, grey, and black jacket in the window reflection and the older woman in fur is proud of the "iranian" woman. I saw her looking over at the *iranian* woman and there was more than just a glance. It was some kind of pride, almost like a mother would have for her daughter.
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All of this makes me paranoid for a good reason. Seriously.
I have people watching what I choose to eat and everything.
And I have a good reason to be worried, when I'm bleeding in the toilet.
I have no health problem.
Then I was at Starbucks and ordered a short Americano but wanted to see it poured. I went around to watch and someone had two short cups set out in a row. I saw only one cup being placed there, not two. No one else had a short drink. So this barrista takes one of them and puts it under the hot water tap and hands it to me and I said, because I didn't see the shots poured, "Did you pour the shots from here?" and she said, "It's brown, why else would it be brown."
Right. Like it's not possible for someone to have one cup set aside with something else in it and then add hot water. She asked if I wanted it to be poured again and I said yes and that time I saw shots poured. They weren't poured the first time. I was standing right there.
They asked if I wanted cream.
Right. I want cream like I want the bad pitcher of milk used instead of the good pitcher. No, I do not want cream.
I don't need any opportunity for anyone to tamper with my drink in any way.
I was just bleeding again today assholes.
Don't Fucking say I'm "paranoid" without also acknowledging I'm rational and reasonable and that I would be stupid to do anything other than check my drink out in every possible way.
Is it brown? Yeah. It's brown. So what.
And the blueberry pancakes looked like normal pancakes too. And so did the syrup and it even tasted like fucking maple syrup.
It didn't come with a little foil tipped toothpick and a flag that said, "Arsenic Blueberry Pancakes" or whatever.
I have white lines in my nails people.
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I think some of these people coming in, who appear so delighted with my inelegant and crass post here, are very happy about the way things are turning out.
I've been immodest and boasted about my abilities, and I swore, and talked about things that sound crazy. I think this makes them feel pretty good actually.
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In the last 10 minutes I've had someone doing something again, in the meantime.
Most of these people are Israeli and Catholic. If any are Iranian, these are bought out ones. I never had any problem with Iranians and anyone wanting to try to create a problem would try to take a few and make it look like there is an issue when there's not. Not unless some of them are just doing something for benefits or some political group of some kind. If there are Protestants, they're sort of the wishy washy ones who just need work or in the scientific community and have no soul.
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