This morning I saw the channel 4 news (today show) and I don't usually watch televised news. I go through periods where I do, like CNN all the time or something, but when I have other things going on, just catch bylines by net. But today I saw footage of Sarah Ferguson and Andrew for the first time since I saw a tiny clip of her talking to someone at an airport.
What caught my eye was some green glass that was on her table or in the room. I don't know if it was a clip from an interview in one of her own living spaces or if it was done at someone else's place, but there were at least 3 different pieces of the same kind of green glass I "saw" on Valentine's Day last. And it was even beveled or whatever, like I saw. I saw the green glass and I wrote about that, and the color and clarity, but I didn't mention (I don't think) that I also had the impression it was beveled or was not smooth or whatever.
I "saw" it in association with a passing thought about one of the royals. But I wasn't sure why or in what context I saw this. But that's the kind of glass and I don't know if it's in the family or maybe, who knows, someone who is connected me happened to be watching a clip like this and I saw it...but it seemed to be closer than that. Like I saw it through the eyes of someone else, not exactly second hand or as seen through someone's eyes who saw it on photo or film.
I think it could have been from anyone, possibly. A lot of people have that kind of glass maybe. I don't know anyone personally who does, but I'm sure.
Anyway, that was strange to see this morning. I saw it and thought, "That's the glass!" (or same "kind"). There were a few different clips in the story, so I don't know when that one was taken or where.
I saw the Charlie Sheen clips too, and the one that cracked me up was the Jaws one. To me, I thought, he looked sort of out there, but it was hilarious bc he's an actor and a very good one. Without seeing him in person and knowing everything firsthand, and after my own experiences of being portrayed out of context, I hesitate to judge. But I thought it was very funny and I don't think he was trying to play the straight man there..
I had to go to the library bc of my computer being down and listened to beastie boys, thinking of a jr. high classmate, and then enya's 'orinoco flow' and then 'silent night' in english and then I clicked on the next one, which was a christmas clip with newscasters eating chocolates on camera and then a gaelic children's choir singing 'silent night'. youtube.com/watchv=N1_1Z_11Chg&NR=1&feature=fvwp. (from youtube poster: copyist58)
Which made me think about my son, because I sent him a box of chocolates which was meant to go with his last gift. I got them and then thought I should have put kid's stickers on the box because they're lindt and good, but don't have cartoon stuff. I almost bought the box for myself, as I used to buy myself a box of belgium chocolates now and then and eat the whole thing while reading, but then I thought, "I should give these to Oliver!" since he likes chocolate too.
Even though I went to the public library, someone was starting to try out technology stuff with my earphones that I brought in, until I clicked over to Enya. Why, I've no idea. Maybe someone was here for a minute and then left or just decided to quit.
Right after writing about the newscasters eating chocolates, I got an email from my aunt that my son got his chocolates yesterday. So I suppose he's been eating them. I looked again and thought, "I don't know if those are chocolates that they're eating" (I think I just had chocolate on the brain).
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Singing A New Song (weird dream)
Last night I had a dream that I was singing a whole new and different song, and it was acapella and from Old Testament scriptures mainly I think, and the weird thing was how detailed it was. It was like what I've heard about Newton or someone, having a dream for an invention and then they wake up and create it.
I've forgotten the tune now, but it was this really beautiful melody and I was singing it with all kinds of nuance and with power. In the dream I was sort of singing it to the Lord, but this woman and maybe others (just noticed one) was listening in at some point.
At one point, it wasn't the beauty of my voice at all, but just this kind of emotion and power that was coming from it and I could feel it in my dream...it was very emotional in my dream even. Then what was even weirder, was that I went back and repeated the chorus. This was a song that I haven't sung before, but somehow in my dream, I remembered how to repeat the chorus--words and melody and same intonation.
It was a full song.
I think it's a first for me, to have a dream like that.
I feel like if I look at some scriptures I might remember where some of the lyrics were taken from, but all I know, is that in the dream, it was this full and completely impromptu song that I sang, and with all of this power, even like the holy spirit was in my dream, and then I repeated the part and no one else was singing with me so it wasn't that I sang a song by someone else. But the weirdest thing was all of the incredible detail in it.
And then I woke up, thought about it, and then forgot everything. Remembered how unique it was, but forgot the words and melody.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
This Morning
I have several things to work on right now.
This time, it wasn't last night, but the night before..the same night I was having pieces of some kind of Ukrainian dream...I woke up at several different points in the night, tearing the blanket off of my face to look directly at a woman who was staring at me, fixed on staring and sometimes sitting up in bed, and upon my recognition I was being watched, they moved or laid down.
That night I was sleeping with a blanket completely over my head too and I was yanking it down to find a woman sitting up staring at me, or looking directly at me...
Probably I wouldn't, on any given day, but I did that night, over and over and I wondered what was going on bc it was happening so much.
I thought I'd add, my power cord didn't go out, just my computer has a virus. I have some things I may be able to write about tomorrow.
This will be short today.
I had a dream, not last night, but the night before, that had some Ukrainian influence. It was a dream where I was talking to this woman and she was sort of watching me but we were friends, loosely, and people in the periphery and then all of a sudden, I knew, or found out she was Ukrainian. And borscht was featured in the dream, because I was adding sour cream to borscht and then had the idea, in my mind, "She's Ukrainian." Just because of sour cream ??.
No men in the dream that I can recall.
Then, last Sunday I "saw" a different man. He was blond and was either slavic (eastern european) or German in features. It was at the Quaker church again. I closed my eyes and saw this face and then after I saw this man's face (20s to 30s), a couple of boys and men came in who were similiar but not exact. The first time, I saw a young boys face and then saw a man who had the same face around the corner but was a little older than I thought. Last time, I saw an older man's face and then a younger boy came in (the reverse) but it wasn't an exact match. He wasn't anyone I already knew. I thought he might be from another country and not American.
I also looked up a few royal things and didn't read articles but saw something about Kate and William on a boat which was sort of strange bc I was at work one day last week and had this idea of someone at the helm of a boat. I said to my coworker who was standing at the door, as I had this impression of a man standing at the front of a medium sized boat, "Do you go on boats"?
It wasn't full size yaht or small speedboat. It was like the same size they were on but I started asking my coworker about it pertaining to him. Sort of weird. It was before I got a phone call later with the sound of waves in the background. Could have been connected to anything...even the guy I was talking to. But I described how I had this impression of him or someone standing at the front of a boat and looking out over it and it matches this photo I just saw yesterday of W & K, which is most likely sheer coincidence. But I haven't followed anything.
For a reason I might partly explain sometime.
Not now. And probably never anything closer than "in part".
I have some good things happening but other things still rearing up, with regard to getting my son back.
Now, just because I have a "Job" or was allowed to get one, it's like I'm not mentally ill "now". I never was before, I just couldn't prove it without having work. And I was living with sickos and people who manipulated me and was being tortured and that is not a lie. No one is going to act normal in those conditions, even if they're not inherently ill.
The other thing that happened...I was testing on my "sniper skills" or some kind of weird inborn ability or intuition. I realized later, someone must have coordinated it this time to test in a different way.
Remember when I said that one day, I woke up and sat up and 4 different women in my dorm were all staring at me and saw that I "felt it"?
This time, it wasn't last night, but the night before..the same night I was having pieces of some kind of Ukrainian dream...I woke up at several different points in the night, tearing the blanket off of my face to look directly at a woman who was staring at me, fixed on staring and sometimes sitting up in bed, and upon my recognition I was being watched, they moved or laid down.
What was different was that before, someone could have said it was just coincidence that I sat up and noticed when 4 women were all staring at me, because they were all from the same location and grouped. If I sat up and looked, it could have been coincidence.
This time, no way to explain away with coincidence, because I was waking up and staring back down at 4-6 women, all from different corners of the room.
No kidding.
That night I was sleeping with a blanket completely over my head too and I was yanking it down to find a woman sitting up staring at me, or looking directly at me...
It happened all through the night and like I said, all corners and directions and I was picking up on all of it.
Probably I wouldn't, on any given day, but I did that night, over and over and I wondered what was going on bc it was happening so much.
Hmmmph!
I want my son and I want to have another child and if anything, any medication, or anything has been done to try to tamper with this, that party will be held responsible.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Stuart Little (my son's favorite) & "I'm Alive"
I found out my son's favorite movie is Stuart Little.
So I decided to look up a song that is from the movie. I clicked on something by Celine Dion called "I'm Alive" by Rockamerica Remix by youtube poster "fidobond".
I have been blocked, illegally, by criminal activities pursued by The State of Washington and certain employees, from even speaking to my son, whom they kidnapped. They then covered up what they did, and then denied even normal legal process, where what they did was criminal from the start. THEN they blocked us from even speaking to eachother. They are criminals. By every definition of the word and legal terminology.
I had to set some things up over here before I was able to send him a gift (I had been forced out of any kind of work in WA so it was impossible). I called to see if it had arrived and my son accidentally answered the phone.
He remembered every single thing we did and he even remembered what gifts I had bought him.
Fuck you Washington. Or, exempting the decent people in Washington, Fuck You CPS and "authorities" who abused their positions and continue to hold my son hostage from me.
My son has been blocked from talking to me for over ONE YEAR.
Guess what? God says my fast on not swearing gets an exemption long enough for me to say to my enemies, and the enemies of my son: FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU from God (being on normal terms with God, I feel my sentiments are justly echoed by God, or agreed with, because God doesn't like criminals who harm children).
I bought my son a large semi truck with cars that it can carry, and I didn't know it had not arrived. I called to see if it was there, and my son answered the phone and I told him who it was and he was elated. I asked him if he liked the truck I got him.
Do you know what he said CPS? Judge HOTCHKISS?
After all of your SHITTY attempts to BREAK THE BOND between me and my son, my son said to me:
"Mama, the monster truck you got me is out of batteries! it doesn't work because it needs batteries."
I didn't know, then, that he hadn't gotten his new truck, the semi. HE was talking about a truck that HE remembered HIS MOTHER got him over 2 fucking years ago.
It was when I got him the "Big Truck" that he wanted, with the big tires.
And he remembered this and that's what he was talking about to me. Then I asked him what his favorite cartoon was and he said it was Stuart Little and described it to me.
Guess what else he did YOU FUCKERS?
YOU FUCKS WHO NEED TO BE INVESTIGATED, ARRESTED, AND JAILED?
My son started using the imagination talk that we used in our visits, to make up stories by using our imagination. He started talking about, as we used to pretend there were other planets and things up in the clouds, and imagine things...
He started talking about how there were mountains up in the clouds and near the clouds and don't go there alone because there are all kinds of animals but one day he would be a man and kill the mean ones. The mean animals. He then said people can go hiking there with company and it would be safe for me to do this sometime with friends and then we got cut off just as he was saying there might be treasure up there.
It was the last thing he said, talking about treasure and I was sitting outside of the bank and about to go in to make a transaction.
I thought later how he must have brought up "treasure" because he was recalling how he and I had treasure hunts in our visits.
He said he wanted a big yellow (lello) John Deere tractor and a speedboat and some small cars and then I asked if wanted a skateboard like Stuart Little has and he said yes. I haven't seen the movie or any part of it but remembered the skateboard or my son said something about it.
He even remembered the cat we used to have when he was 1 1/2 years old. He started talking about his kittycat that had run away and I asked hiim what cat this was and I realized he was talking about the CAT that I had bought for us when he was a BABY. He remembered all of it.
And guess WHAT YOU FUCKERS?
MY SON REMEMBERS THAT I AM A FUCKING GOOD MOM.
What CPS and "Washington authorities" and anyone federal involved, along with their own gangsters, has done, is unconscionable.
You abducted my son and have held him hostage and then did things, over and over, to try to break our bond.
Then last night some asshole at the shelter left some religious tract that said "the adopted life" next to my bed and made light of it.
My son is going to be adopted?
I don't think so.
Unless you want to add THAT to your FUCKING RAP sheet
YOU MUTHERFUCKING CRIMINALS
My son also told me he doesn't sleep well at night.
I WONDER WHY.
Someone had better GET ON BOARD to investigate CRIME or I am going to have the U.S. investigated for refusal to assist a mother and child.
So I decided to look up a song that is from the movie. I clicked on something by Celine Dion called "I'm Alive" by Rockamerica Remix by youtube poster "fidobond".
I have been blocked, illegally, by criminal activities pursued by The State of Washington and certain employees, from even speaking to my son, whom they kidnapped. They then covered up what they did, and then denied even normal legal process, where what they did was criminal from the start. THEN they blocked us from even speaking to eachother. They are criminals. By every definition of the word and legal terminology.
I had to set some things up over here before I was able to send him a gift (I had been forced out of any kind of work in WA so it was impossible). I called to see if it had arrived and my son accidentally answered the phone.
He remembered every single thing we did and he even remembered what gifts I had bought him.
Fuck you Washington. Or, exempting the decent people in Washington, Fuck You CPS and "authorities" who abused their positions and continue to hold my son hostage from me.
My son has been blocked from talking to me for over ONE YEAR.
Guess what? God says my fast on not swearing gets an exemption long enough for me to say to my enemies, and the enemies of my son: FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU from God (being on normal terms with God, I feel my sentiments are justly echoed by God, or agreed with, because God doesn't like criminals who harm children).
I bought my son a large semi truck with cars that it can carry, and I didn't know it had not arrived. I called to see if it was there, and my son answered the phone and I told him who it was and he was elated. I asked him if he liked the truck I got him.
Do you know what he said CPS? Judge HOTCHKISS?
After all of your SHITTY attempts to BREAK THE BOND between me and my son, my son said to me:
"Mama, the monster truck you got me is out of batteries! it doesn't work because it needs batteries."
I didn't know, then, that he hadn't gotten his new truck, the semi. HE was talking about a truck that HE remembered HIS MOTHER got him over 2 fucking years ago.
It was when I got him the "Big Truck" that he wanted, with the big tires.
And he remembered this and that's what he was talking about to me. Then I asked him what his favorite cartoon was and he said it was Stuart Little and described it to me.
Guess what else he did YOU FUCKERS?
YOU FUCKS WHO NEED TO BE INVESTIGATED, ARRESTED, AND JAILED?
My son started using the imagination talk that we used in our visits, to make up stories by using our imagination. He started talking about, as we used to pretend there were other planets and things up in the clouds, and imagine things...
He started talking about how there were mountains up in the clouds and near the clouds and don't go there alone because there are all kinds of animals but one day he would be a man and kill the mean ones. The mean animals. He then said people can go hiking there with company and it would be safe for me to do this sometime with friends and then we got cut off just as he was saying there might be treasure up there.
It was the last thing he said, talking about treasure and I was sitting outside of the bank and about to go in to make a transaction.
I thought later how he must have brought up "treasure" because he was recalling how he and I had treasure hunts in our visits.
He said he wanted a big yellow (lello) John Deere tractor and a speedboat and some small cars and then I asked if wanted a skateboard like Stuart Little has and he said yes. I haven't seen the movie or any part of it but remembered the skateboard or my son said something about it.
He even remembered the cat we used to have when he was 1 1/2 years old. He started talking about his kittycat that had run away and I asked hiim what cat this was and I realized he was talking about the CAT that I had bought for us when he was a BABY. He remembered all of it.
And guess WHAT YOU FUCKERS?
MY SON REMEMBERS THAT I AM A FUCKING GOOD MOM.
What CPS and "Washington authorities" and anyone federal involved, along with their own gangsters, has done, is unconscionable.
You abducted my son and have held him hostage and then did things, over and over, to try to break our bond.
Then last night some asshole at the shelter left some religious tract that said "the adopted life" next to my bed and made light of it.
My son is going to be adopted?
I don't think so.
Unless you want to add THAT to your FUCKING RAP sheet
YOU MUTHERFUCKING CRIMINALS
My son also told me he doesn't sleep well at night.
I WONDER WHY.
Someone had better GET ON BOARD to investigate CRIME or I am going to have the U.S. investigated for refusal to assist a mother and child.
This Morning
I've had a good day so far today.
I went to the gym and didn't work out (hopefully I'll get back into it) and cleaned out my computer bag and organized. Then I mailed gifts to my mom and dad and another small one to my son which I had forgotten to include.
Yesterday the verse I got was "bear one another's burdens" and today it was "blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled."
I checked email and then tried looking up Angus Buchan and ended up on a UK site instead of wiki, but it's about him. There are probably various sources. It was "healingtheland.uk.org".
Oh, and before this, I finally made it to the museum here but only to use the restroom. I'll have to look around one of these days.
Played old hymns and then ended up on "be thou my vision" after looking up Angus. The video was posted by rbrandonvideo. I noticed the first part of the video which says "be thou my vision, for today, forever." I don't know why I noticed the stamp at the post office today, which I used for mailing in a rebate, but it says "forever" on it.
I am looking at the wiki for Angus Buchan, a healer and educator (farmer by trade and teacher too)..he supposedly was used to raise someone from the dead and then gained notice for this healing ministry as well as his teaching others how to plant crops.
My mom was telling me about a book called "Faith Like Potatoes".
I was on the healingtheland site for Angus Buchan and then went from the old hymns to the song "be thou my vision" and at the end, there is the fist of someone old holding a small and fragile flower. The UK site says "the farmer is back" and has links to different things he's doing.
Now I just went to their official site which is "Shalom Ministries". They have little sayings for the day and today it is protection from Isaiah 59:19. The Shalom part says "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4.
Looking up more and then chose, at random, a Maranatha singers medly which started out saying just "medley" and then when clicked, is all mountains and scenery of mountains and starts with a gray and black screen that says "crown him with many crowns". It's from poster "oldpathpreachingtv" and listed as "maranatha medley".
I'm looking at Shalom Ministries and I guess Be Thou My Vision corresponds as the main intro ("about us" link) talks about how God gave them a clear vision. I don't see anything about resurrection but my mother was saying they were living in South Africa and became christians and then someone died. The people said to them, "No, don't call an ambulance, you said you believe in God--pray for them." So he did and the person actually came back to life and the whole village converted to christianity. And then he had a vision where God said to plant a crop. The whole land was dry and nothing there. But he did it anyway, and they had an abundant crop and were able to feed everyone. So he began planting and had an educational ministry as well and when the UK had mad cow disease or hand and foot or whatever, he spoke and there's a lot of information about it. So I think my mother is going to read the book and then send it to me. I should get a library card and check it out one of these days. He has a children's home too. And then I looked up the fellowship. I'll have to read more soon.
I don't have a lot of time to read, trying to organize right now, but want to do more.
I went to the gym and didn't work out (hopefully I'll get back into it) and cleaned out my computer bag and organized. Then I mailed gifts to my mom and dad and another small one to my son which I had forgotten to include.
Yesterday the verse I got was "bear one another's burdens" and today it was "blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled."
I checked email and then tried looking up Angus Buchan and ended up on a UK site instead of wiki, but it's about him. There are probably various sources. It was "healingtheland.uk.org".
Oh, and before this, I finally made it to the museum here but only to use the restroom. I'll have to look around one of these days.
Played old hymns and then ended up on "be thou my vision" after looking up Angus. The video was posted by rbrandonvideo. I noticed the first part of the video which says "be thou my vision, for today, forever." I don't know why I noticed the stamp at the post office today, which I used for mailing in a rebate, but it says "forever" on it.
I am looking at the wiki for Angus Buchan, a healer and educator (farmer by trade and teacher too)..he supposedly was used to raise someone from the dead and then gained notice for this healing ministry as well as his teaching others how to plant crops.
My mom was telling me about a book called "Faith Like Potatoes".
I was on the healingtheland site for Angus Buchan and then went from the old hymns to the song "be thou my vision" and at the end, there is the fist of someone old holding a small and fragile flower. The UK site says "the farmer is back" and has links to different things he's doing.
Now I just went to their official site which is "Shalom Ministries". They have little sayings for the day and today it is protection from Isaiah 59:19. The Shalom part says "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4.
Looking up more and then chose, at random, a Maranatha singers medly which started out saying just "medley" and then when clicked, is all mountains and scenery of mountains and starts with a gray and black screen that says "crown him with many crowns". It's from poster "oldpathpreachingtv" and listed as "maranatha medley".
I'm looking at Shalom Ministries and I guess Be Thou My Vision corresponds as the main intro ("about us" link) talks about how God gave them a clear vision. I don't see anything about resurrection but my mother was saying they were living in South Africa and became christians and then someone died. The people said to them, "No, don't call an ambulance, you said you believe in God--pray for them." So he did and the person actually came back to life and the whole village converted to christianity. And then he had a vision where God said to plant a crop. The whole land was dry and nothing there. But he did it anyway, and they had an abundant crop and were able to feed everyone. So he began planting and had an educational ministry as well and when the UK had mad cow disease or hand and foot or whatever, he spoke and there's a lot of information about it. So I think my mother is going to read the book and then send it to me. I should get a library card and check it out one of these days. He has a children's home too. And then I looked up the fellowship. I'll have to read more soon.
I don't have a lot of time to read, trying to organize right now, but want to do more.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Some Angus Guy
On another note, and I have things to do today, but I am going to look up some Angus guy (who I remembered to think about when I just saw some cowboy walking in like a dude). I guess Angus sounds like a cattle man to me, or red meat rodeo guy, but he was some kind of healer who brought someone back from the dead.
I'll write about him in a minute but I need to run a couple of quick errands first. And then I will be back.
I'll write about him in a minute but I need to run a couple of quick errands first. And then I will be back.
Continued Torture of Child & CIA Shrug
I had to leave my laptop behind at a locker a few days ago, and during this time, there was constant assault with military technology when I was unable to either write or telephone about it (my cell wasn't charged and I had to leave the charger in the locker that I couldn't get to).
As a result of the most recent torture, my fingers and thumb turned white/gray/blue on one hand. It was my right hand, and it began happening about 3 days ago.
It is the same thing I saw happen to my son's genitals, except in his case, his was extremely severe.
My son has had multiple symptoms of suffering and torture.
I have never had any problem with circulation naturally. This finger and thumb turning blue was not the result of dye. It wasn't from my jeans, or touching something.
It occured after the heating sensation happened, which was happening when I was at work, and on the bus at various times. I also started to get the dark circles under my eyes again, even though I was sleeping at night.
My body reacted, as did my son's, to being tortured.
In addition to being "heated up" by some kind of laser or other technology, what started happening was that it would stop, and then my body cooled down to a chill, to where I had abnormal chills. I then noticed that my right forefinger and thumb were discolored and were either almost white with blue or a grey-blue color.
The fingers turning blue happened at the same time that I experienced severe cold chills.
This is not mental illness. This is showing marks on my body.
Just like the white lines in my nails and the abnormal bleeding I had after being poisoned, which the Nashville FBI covered up and defamed me to doctors to try to cover up. For whom?
What has been done to my son, is deliberate and has been done to an innocent child.
I wrote out and filed a report with the OIG and things got worse for me. Not one single thing I do is kept secret. Even though I was suffering and had things happening to me, I was laughing and working, and trying to do my best despite what was going on.
The fingers and thumb turning blue after I was being heated up, began on Monday.
It isn't a disease. It isn't a medical condition. There is no history. I called someone with a hospital and felt they were "too ready" with an "answer". They claimed it was Renauld's Syndrome, which is B.S. I do not HAVE Renauld's Syndrome, but I suppose this is a nice pun on the fact that I had just emailed someone with that last name, about housing grants and application for an organization.
Renauld's does not present with burning from laser or other technology that then results in chills when it's quit, and blue extremities.
I have had a few women come over to me fanning their faces as if they're having hot flashes and smirking, and it's not this either. I seriously question their timing and why they would even think of doing this when I wasn't writing or talking about what was going on.
Hot flashes do not happen to children. I also am nowhere near having hot flashes, at my age, and all my horomone levels are fine.
Then, while at work, I was standing at the bread machine and my cheek started twitching in a very odd way, and not like nervous tick or twitch, as I wasn't stressed, and not anything normal at all, and I looked over and caught the woman who was a coworker and who was actually observing me while this happened. She then made this point of hastily putting her cell away and looking away from me like she'd been caught, whether it had anything to do with her cell or not.
I showed coworkers my blue finger and thumb and they said, "It's from your jeans, go wash your hands."
So they saw it.
It's not from my jeans, and I did wash my hands. When it has happened, my entire body has been cold, and this, following being heated up a lot first.
THIS HAPPENED and is HAPPENING TO MY SON.
I have had some persons in the FBI make excuses for others and then others just block me from making reports to get my son back. I called the CIA today after writing a short note of report and they told me the FBI had the investigative responsiblity for abduction of my son. I said, "Well what if some of the FBI were a part of the original problem? I have some of them defaming me".
I called the CIA and got this black woman who asked me to repeat my name over a dozen times. I'm not kidding. There is no way she didn't hear what I was saying. She knew it too. This receptionist heard me and there wasn't a bad connection at all, on her end or mine, and she obnoxiously harassed me to repeat my name over and over and then said, "Tameo?" This is after she had me spell my name and repeat it a million times. Then she asked me to spell it again, after I spelled it. After I did this she then would say, "What is it?" and I had to say my name again. The woman was a bad apple. And when I'm taking her friends order at the Logan's Roadhouse next time, they had better speak clearly. This woman was working for the CIA, acting as their main person who takes incoming calls, and she was harassing me, and I guess, trying to make some kind of sick joke or point about how sometimes I have to ask people here to repeat what they're ordering because I cannot understand the Southern accent all the time, nor do I always understand Mumbo-Jumbo. Which is, I guess, the language this CIA receptionist woman was accustomed to, because she didn't understand my plain English, or rather, where I innocently cannot hear what people say sometimes, she made a point of harassing me. Then, that woman who took my call, whoever she is, and she should be fired, then she was saying, "I guess you have a bad connection." Over and over. I said, "My connection is fine, so I guess YOU must have a bad connection." Unbelievably, the woman argued back, "No, YOU have a bad connection." I guess the other thing that's happened (awhile ago) was that I burst into tears because I kept getting the same Asian woman on 411 (the same voice and same Asian woman) who had an accent but she understood what I was asking for and she was deliberately giving me bad numbers, for all over the place and then acted offended when I'd had it. I could hear the tone in her voice and I could hear the snide satisfaction and know she was not making mistakes. So, that would be the other thing this CIA receptionist may have referred to, but I don't know.
Here's a rundown of what happened with my calls:
I first called the Pentagon this morning, asking why someone wasn't taking charge of what happened with my son and I said I wanted him returned to me. The Pentagon people were actually professional this time around. I was very upset and the person taking the call was normal and professional. It didn't get me anywhere, but I talked to General Counsel or a receptionist and wanted to have someone involved in returning my son to me (now that I know for a fact he has been abducted, by every definition, under legal gloss or auspice).
I also felt they should take responsbility for torture of me and my son, as we should be protected and not have hair loss, collagen disruption, abnormal twitching after being fried, warped nails from technology, blue and grey extremities, poisoning, bleeding internally to fill 3 toilet bowls and not from hemmoroids, lumps on the head, edema, medications and birth control while dating govt. workers (and then being targeted by gangsters and corporate enemies), and/or other various symptoms that prove there is something amiss.
Then I called the CIA, to just check on the half page report I sent. I got that first woman who asked me to repeat myself a dozen times and then right after she asked if I'd called the CIA before I said once, 5-7 years ago (and then recalled no, it was after my son was born, so 4 years ago), and it was the only time and it was super brief. After this, she just quit talking and no one had hung up and I waited and waited as there was no one on the other end and no one talking or disconnecting the phone either. I was forced to disconnect after several minutes because my minutes were being wasted. Then I called again and someone answered the phone and didn't talk. Just silence. SO I disconnected myself again and then I dialed the same number I'd had texted. It said "this number has been disconnected or is no longer in service." Then, I called 411 again and asked about the number and they said it was good. So I tried again and I got some short-tempered woman who probably dresses to the 9s, who hung up on me from the public affairs office. I had talked to her for less than a minute, and was trying to explain what had happened with the other phone calls. She didn't go silent...she hung up on me. So THEN I called back bc I was going to get her name, as this happened around 10:20 a.m. this morning, and I got a voicemail that said leave a message. I dialed zero for operator and it said, "No attendant is available." I couldn't believe it.
But after she seemed rude at first, she didn't have a mean tone (the first CIA woman I got) when she said the FBI had to investigate.
I said I knew the CIA didn't investigate domestic stuff but it does investigate international and I think this is a combo. After I was transferred all over the place, I finally called the local media and then decided my story might be interesting enough (child abduction in the U.S. with cover up) for a larger media but I don't know. I have not talked to anyone in the media about anything since I was defamed. Not a word. I was going to do the one story before I got jailed that night (false charges) but if the media can help my son, in any way, it might be the only thing that helps. I mean, media makes FOIA requests all the time and they seem to get a lot farther than even lawyers do with that. All I want is my son back.
(I had yelled over the phone to the Pentagon woman, in tears, "And I want him back by ST. PATRICKS DAY!", which I only said, because they made some sick point of terminating my parental rights on Patrick's day.)
Like that's going to happen.
I have enough evidence and laws to point to, though, to prove it was an illegal kidnapping. And I have a right to have him back, not through a civil process, but because a crime was committed against me and my son and we want to be together. We also deserve to live in peace and without being tortured.
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My computer crashed today.
Right after I got off the phone after I made all the calls, it said I was missing the main file and needed a CD of the original set up to start over. It had been downloading garbage anyway, but I was able to block it by going to safe settings using F8 key and being the administer with network locked. But it got more infected when I forgot to hit F8 and it downloaded more garbage.
I didn't have any problems either, until I turned the laptop on and then instantly the heating of my body was very bad and then when I turned it off, I started getting chills and was cold and then looked at my fingers and they were discolored. Not very bad, like when the coworkers saw it.
But I only bring this up because my son and I need help.
I don't think it's good to feed into, or write about any of this, but I wasn't writing before, and horrible things were going on. Last night I noticed the blue fingers but still worked, in general, fine, and I wasn't in pain, or more stressed out or anything. But things had happened, and it's distracting and a couple of days ago, it was really bad. I'm pretty good at separating what's happening with me from work. I think so, in general. But having this happen makes me think about my son and what is happening to HIM.
As a result of the most recent torture, my fingers and thumb turned white/gray/blue on one hand. It was my right hand, and it began happening about 3 days ago.
It is the same thing I saw happen to my son's genitals, except in his case, his was extremely severe.
My son has had multiple symptoms of suffering and torture.
I have never had any problem with circulation naturally. This finger and thumb turning blue was not the result of dye. It wasn't from my jeans, or touching something.
It occured after the heating sensation happened, which was happening when I was at work, and on the bus at various times. I also started to get the dark circles under my eyes again, even though I was sleeping at night.
My body reacted, as did my son's, to being tortured.
In addition to being "heated up" by some kind of laser or other technology, what started happening was that it would stop, and then my body cooled down to a chill, to where I had abnormal chills. I then noticed that my right forefinger and thumb were discolored and were either almost white with blue or a grey-blue color.
The fingers turning blue happened at the same time that I experienced severe cold chills.
This is not mental illness. This is showing marks on my body.
Just like the white lines in my nails and the abnormal bleeding I had after being poisoned, which the Nashville FBI covered up and defamed me to doctors to try to cover up. For whom?
What has been done to my son, is deliberate and has been done to an innocent child.
I wrote out and filed a report with the OIG and things got worse for me. Not one single thing I do is kept secret. Even though I was suffering and had things happening to me, I was laughing and working, and trying to do my best despite what was going on.
The fingers and thumb turning blue after I was being heated up, began on Monday.
It isn't a disease. It isn't a medical condition. There is no history. I called someone with a hospital and felt they were "too ready" with an "answer". They claimed it was Renauld's Syndrome, which is B.S. I do not HAVE Renauld's Syndrome, but I suppose this is a nice pun on the fact that I had just emailed someone with that last name, about housing grants and application for an organization.
Renauld's does not present with burning from laser or other technology that then results in chills when it's quit, and blue extremities.
I have had a few women come over to me fanning their faces as if they're having hot flashes and smirking, and it's not this either. I seriously question their timing and why they would even think of doing this when I wasn't writing or talking about what was going on.
Hot flashes do not happen to children. I also am nowhere near having hot flashes, at my age, and all my horomone levels are fine.
Then, while at work, I was standing at the bread machine and my cheek started twitching in a very odd way, and not like nervous tick or twitch, as I wasn't stressed, and not anything normal at all, and I looked over and caught the woman who was a coworker and who was actually observing me while this happened. She then made this point of hastily putting her cell away and looking away from me like she'd been caught, whether it had anything to do with her cell or not.
I showed coworkers my blue finger and thumb and they said, "It's from your jeans, go wash your hands."
So they saw it.
It's not from my jeans, and I did wash my hands. When it has happened, my entire body has been cold, and this, following being heated up a lot first.
THIS HAPPENED and is HAPPENING TO MY SON.
I have had some persons in the FBI make excuses for others and then others just block me from making reports to get my son back. I called the CIA today after writing a short note of report and they told me the FBI had the investigative responsiblity for abduction of my son. I said, "Well what if some of the FBI were a part of the original problem? I have some of them defaming me".
I called the CIA and got this black woman who asked me to repeat my name over a dozen times. I'm not kidding. There is no way she didn't hear what I was saying. She knew it too. This receptionist heard me and there wasn't a bad connection at all, on her end or mine, and she obnoxiously harassed me to repeat my name over and over and then said, "Tameo?" This is after she had me spell my name and repeat it a million times. Then she asked me to spell it again, after I spelled it. After I did this she then would say, "What is it?" and I had to say my name again. The woman was a bad apple. And when I'm taking her friends order at the Logan's Roadhouse next time, they had better speak clearly. This woman was working for the CIA, acting as their main person who takes incoming calls, and she was harassing me, and I guess, trying to make some kind of sick joke or point about how sometimes I have to ask people here to repeat what they're ordering because I cannot understand the Southern accent all the time, nor do I always understand Mumbo-Jumbo. Which is, I guess, the language this CIA receptionist woman was accustomed to, because she didn't understand my plain English, or rather, where I innocently cannot hear what people say sometimes, she made a point of harassing me. Then, that woman who took my call, whoever she is, and she should be fired, then she was saying, "I guess you have a bad connection." Over and over. I said, "My connection is fine, so I guess YOU must have a bad connection." Unbelievably, the woman argued back, "No, YOU have a bad connection." I guess the other thing that's happened (awhile ago) was that I burst into tears because I kept getting the same Asian woman on 411 (the same voice and same Asian woman) who had an accent but she understood what I was asking for and she was deliberately giving me bad numbers, for all over the place and then acted offended when I'd had it. I could hear the tone in her voice and I could hear the snide satisfaction and know she was not making mistakes. So, that would be the other thing this CIA receptionist may have referred to, but I don't know.
Here's a rundown of what happened with my calls:
I first called the Pentagon this morning, asking why someone wasn't taking charge of what happened with my son and I said I wanted him returned to me. The Pentagon people were actually professional this time around. I was very upset and the person taking the call was normal and professional. It didn't get me anywhere, but I talked to General Counsel or a receptionist and wanted to have someone involved in returning my son to me (now that I know for a fact he has been abducted, by every definition, under legal gloss or auspice).
I also felt they should take responsbility for torture of me and my son, as we should be protected and not have hair loss, collagen disruption, abnormal twitching after being fried, warped nails from technology, blue and grey extremities, poisoning, bleeding internally to fill 3 toilet bowls and not from hemmoroids, lumps on the head, edema, medications and birth control while dating govt. workers (and then being targeted by gangsters and corporate enemies), and/or other various symptoms that prove there is something amiss.
Then I called the CIA, to just check on the half page report I sent. I got that first woman who asked me to repeat myself a dozen times and then right after she asked if I'd called the CIA before I said once, 5-7 years ago (and then recalled no, it was after my son was born, so 4 years ago), and it was the only time and it was super brief. After this, she just quit talking and no one had hung up and I waited and waited as there was no one on the other end and no one talking or disconnecting the phone either. I was forced to disconnect after several minutes because my minutes were being wasted. Then I called again and someone answered the phone and didn't talk. Just silence. SO I disconnected myself again and then I dialed the same number I'd had texted. It said "this number has been disconnected or is no longer in service." Then, I called 411 again and asked about the number and they said it was good. So I tried again and I got some short-tempered woman who probably dresses to the 9s, who hung up on me from the public affairs office. I had talked to her for less than a minute, and was trying to explain what had happened with the other phone calls. She didn't go silent...she hung up on me. So THEN I called back bc I was going to get her name, as this happened around 10:20 a.m. this morning, and I got a voicemail that said leave a message. I dialed zero for operator and it said, "No attendant is available." I couldn't believe it.
But after she seemed rude at first, she didn't have a mean tone (the first CIA woman I got) when she said the FBI had to investigate.
I said I knew the CIA didn't investigate domestic stuff but it does investigate international and I think this is a combo. After I was transferred all over the place, I finally called the local media and then decided my story might be interesting enough (child abduction in the U.S. with cover up) for a larger media but I don't know. I have not talked to anyone in the media about anything since I was defamed. Not a word. I was going to do the one story before I got jailed that night (false charges) but if the media can help my son, in any way, it might be the only thing that helps. I mean, media makes FOIA requests all the time and they seem to get a lot farther than even lawyers do with that. All I want is my son back.
(I had yelled over the phone to the Pentagon woman, in tears, "And I want him back by ST. PATRICKS DAY!", which I only said, because they made some sick point of terminating my parental rights on Patrick's day.)
Like that's going to happen.
I have enough evidence and laws to point to, though, to prove it was an illegal kidnapping. And I have a right to have him back, not through a civil process, but because a crime was committed against me and my son and we want to be together. We also deserve to live in peace and without being tortured.
*******************
My computer crashed today.
Right after I got off the phone after I made all the calls, it said I was missing the main file and needed a CD of the original set up to start over. It had been downloading garbage anyway, but I was able to block it by going to safe settings using F8 key and being the administer with network locked. But it got more infected when I forgot to hit F8 and it downloaded more garbage.
I didn't have any problems either, until I turned the laptop on and then instantly the heating of my body was very bad and then when I turned it off, I started getting chills and was cold and then looked at my fingers and they were discolored. Not very bad, like when the coworkers saw it.
But I only bring this up because my son and I need help.
I don't think it's good to feed into, or write about any of this, but I wasn't writing before, and horrible things were going on. Last night I noticed the blue fingers but still worked, in general, fine, and I wasn't in pain, or more stressed out or anything. But things had happened, and it's distracting and a couple of days ago, it was really bad. I'm pretty good at separating what's happening with me from work. I think so, in general. But having this happen makes me think about my son and what is happening to HIM.
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