I have decided today that I am not only filling in more about the other Exposes I've written, I'm adding the last 2 to my list of 10 and then I'm adding another 5 to the list, for sharing. There is plenty more where that comes from too.
The additional 5 is for drugging and medicating me this month and for the crap on my shower stall. I don't believe that was from my parents. I believe it's from the same idiots who got into my place, moved my things around, stole my library card, and did a number of other things.
My Dad tried to cover for whomever and suggested I did it myself when I was sleeping and no, I did not. And after they asked me if I'd cleaned it up they said this even more, and I finally said a day or two ago: "No, it wasn't me and I saved the brown hair that was smeared in with it."
In fact, I saved the very blond hair, the brown head hairs, and some of the crap and I picked it out with tweezers and kept my sample secure.
DO NOT MESS WITH ME.
I niight not have the money to analyze anything now, but I will, and when I do, you're going down for either putting that in my place or smearing someone else's headhairs and stuff in there when I wasn't present.
What this means, is my samples of crap like this, are going into a safety deposit box with all of my other evidence of U.S. government CRAP. And yes, I can keep a crap sample sealed in a plastic bag in a safety deposit box. It dries, which was what made it easy for me to flake it off.
I am also cutting my nails and keeping samples of the warping in my nails that I have, which is not from the crappy meds you try to give me or have others give me.
The brown hair I saved is medium brown and curves with a slight wave and is thin and is about 1 inch long.
What it looked like was that either someone put it there with the poop, or they smeared the back of someone's head into the wall and a hair come off when they were rubbing the back of someone's head into poop and putting it on the top wall of the stall.
However, they maybe just put hairs in the crap because the other sample was on the other side and it was a short shaved off kind of blond hair and thicker, or small cut, and it wasn't my mom's from what I can tell, and it was put lower in the stall on the right wall.
I saved all hair samples.
KEEP YOUR HANDS off of me and my family, and if I were you, I would be encouraging others to be nice. Any attempts to convince my parents to drug or medicate me, will backfire. Do you have this straight?
I should also add that someone is trying to do very strong and severe lasering or heating of me right now. I guess they don't llike what I have to say? I wouldn't blame them because the problem is, they're getting caught.
My mom used to have a gun. I'd like to know where it is.
The reason I ask is because it seems to me that the use of guns and threatening with guns has been involved with trying to intimidate and silence my family. It's an idea tht came to mind-not an image or impression or anything, but an idea. Bad move whether you're a cop or a cop killer.
I just went back and looked at the height of whwere the brown hair and the rubbed in smudge was. I estimated where one would have to be standing and how tall. It would have been someone who was taller than me but not super tall. It was someone more like my Dad's height.
Someone is going to see a lot of pornos in prison aren't they?
It was either a man who was my Dad's height, whose head was rubbed into the wall, or if it was a child's head, they had to be lifted up to that height. It wasn't a hair inside of poop, it was a hair that had stuck to the wall after a head was rubbed into poop in the back.
I had the impression while writing this, of a woman asking out loud if I had taken pictures and what I'm wondering, is who wants to know?
It's a funy thing how some group doesn't want me in counseling, isn't it?
Just a little too much information to share maybe, and in her right mind when she's sharing it too, which any normal person or counselor would see.
What the U.S. thinks they can do is "alternative psychotherapy" where they try out even more experiements on you and how you react to this, rather than allow you to go to an office and talk.
They like to screw you up and allow others to exeripent with psychological torture and harassment and constant bullying and verbal bashing, and then try out their warped ideas about how to treat people with PTSD and think maybe they should be exposed to more of it. They like to work out their plans on desensitization. They like checking in on how their grooming and Stockholm Syndrome approaches work, first by beating you to a pulp and abusing and exploiting you and then they smile and give you a look as if to say, "Sorry. Wink, wink. You know I had to do it for this little secret game and really I'm on your side and I'm smiling to let you know."
I've actually seen a lot of that. Like they literally think I believe we are on the same page and that I know it has to be done and we're working together. Inject me in the arm, harass me, drag me across the room of men in a folded blanket, to look like the white towel I wore on April 29th when I peeked around the corner to see the wedding news, yes...let's repeat that for you Ms. Garrett, and this is what it looks like from the Knoxville, TN facist jail. It wasn't a mistake. It wasn't a randomly grabbed white blanket. She folded it up into a rectangle as small as the white towel I had wrapped around me at the Y on the 29th, and this woman wrapped it around me that same way, small enough to show my thighs down and top of chest up, and she dragged me, after they broke my hands after first handprinting them, across the floor.
Then she yelled at me to "KNEEL!"
After she did all these things, with another woman there watching and everyone else besides, she came back into the room like no big deal and smiled innocently at me.
Why was I being handprinted?
Who did they do this for? England? or is it that The Middletons are not really as "English" as the English would think them to be. "Hail Hitler."
These people and groups in the U.S. and whoever they work with, are no different than Gestapo.
Then they had me in there and played songs that Alvaro and I used to listen to. From a CD he gave me.
It's called crime. Every single thing they did to me has not been a civil issue, they have been the criminals and they've tried to hide their crimes with the idea of immunities they don't have.
So I guess I was talking about the U.S.'s "idea" of counseling.
That's it. Right there.
I'm not sure what they call it in other countries. It might be a whole new technique for something.
I guess that was their way of taking something I had blogged about, and a day in my life that I had reflected upon, and wanting to recreate something so it fit their own picture of how things should look.
Don't tell me that marriage is not about mobsters winning.
The Middleton marriage is a disaster.
If it were not a disaster, the number of horrific crimes against me and my son would have never occured. In the name of people who are not even from the United States of America, Americans have committed crimes and gross, gross deceptions.
I like the part of the Wallis story where they leave the corrupt or those who say they can't do what they want to do. That's the Wallis story I read about in D.C. that I liked.
The Middletons can have their Hitler allegiance. I don't want it, and it seems to work well for them. It doesn't matter if it's Catholics or Jews supporting them, Hitler is Hitler. Hitler can be Jewish just like Hitler was Catholic, or of any other religion.
"KNEEL!"
In a U.S. jail. It wasn't normal procedure. They had it all staged out. It was to humiliate me and for no other reason than humiliation, to make some of them feel good about themselves, and to mask the use of me by U.S. for research.
Something good somewhere happened because I sensed it about 15-25 minutes ago. Maybe less time than that. Someone or something decent somewhere.
I'm still being tortured with this laptop burning crap, but I could tell there was something else.
I am taking a break and then getting back to my list.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Dreams and Impressions
Someone is editing and deleting my work this morning. I am having to start over. I just published something and then they deleted the entire thing.
I wrote I am not sharing my dreams anymore. I have very vivid and descriptive dreams each night and I have no reason to share them with you anymore. I might share a couple of impressions here and there if I feel it's right and that's it.
What I will be doing is strengthening the list of Expose of U.S. Govt. Psychic Govt. Workers that I've already made and add 2 more to that list. I already said I was going to do it and I am committed to that. I am considering adding an additional number of people if needed, but I will wait until the court hearing on the 14th or until consideration of my motion first.
This morning I woke up and thought about the impression I had with CIA's Laura Ingraham. I had wondered about seeing this child in a hole and I don't believe it was figurative. I think she really did and has seen a child in a hole, that looks like my son, and did nothing about it. And since I saw the Dryden River right after seeing this child in a hole, I can say Ms. Ingraham comes across as nice, but maybe working for the CIA just automatically means you're an actress-analyst. If I saw her walking up stairs with both hands on the railing when I asked to see her, it was her. I have enough experience to trust at least some of my impressions and know they are real. I saw going up a ladder that looked like it was going to a cockpit or something, but just the ladder or stairs, and I saw her in a plane overlooking bombs and fire later. She saw them from the right side of the plane. I saw her viewing a child reaching up his arms from a hole in the dirt earth and it was through her eyes. She didn't pull him out and it wasn't this adopted son she has. Right after I saw that hole I saw the Dryden River and that's what it was. It was The Wenatchee River in Dryden. Power to the People? Sounds like something my Ex Alvaro Pardo would say.
So what's the deal with wanting to adopt a kid from Russia? Better negotiations?
So Ms. Ingraham, when you raise up shaky parted fingers to your brow is it for tears, or a splitting headache?
I think Mr. O'Reilly is maybe the real problem. "Real" as in IRA real? He was the one making all kinds of comments and references that reflected what was happening to me, my family, and this girl. So what is his interest in some girl, that has been put ahead of my own son, unless it's that she's just white and special and my son is only "half-special" because he's half Mexican? Is it that O'Reilly and friends hate me so much they are just happy to try to find out what annoys me? Are they that afraid of me? or is it that they just like to support terrorism roots-up on homeland soil. What's even funnier, is that Christine Gregoire's offices then joined in.
I thought, "Right. I have people saying I'm not a big deal but look at the level of people who hate me."
I wrote a post about the tip-toeing or stepping on toes (which I haven't even finished yet) and the next thing Gregoire's offices does is put up a 4-panel slide show, highlighting places of note in Washington, and NEWSFLASH to Gregoire, "Steptoe" is not one of them. Maybe it was her assistant's idea...the Italian woman.
I haven't forgotten about the Italian woman because when I called, she was so hateful and rude to me and then I found out some kind of connection between her and the Italian owner of The Coast Hotel where I was told I was "banned for prostitution". I haven't prostituted in my life. I found that Italian owner lived in Seattle, Washington.
You see, when the mob is involved, they don't half-way. They support half-asses but they don't go half-way. And even if they are trying to hold your entire family hostage, they try to turn it around on you when you get out with your dignity and say you stole from them and robbed them of THEIR dignity.
There is a deep cover mob and mafia that works hand-in-hand with the U.S. Government and when I didn't join my own hand in marriage, they threw a fit.
I opened up this other tea package last night and read what it says: "Dignity is better than a silk dress." I could have gone the Monica Lewinsky route, or I could have said, "You're not holding up your end of this relationship and you are smearing my dignity in the process."
For retaining my own dignity and taking the high road, the low-lifes in high office wanted to strip me of everything I had. They knew I had dignity and integrity. And that's what they wanted to take from me. No, they said, you either marry someone we feel will control you and do something for us and what we want, and we might have him even take guardianship and throw you to the psych wards, or we find a way to put you in prison. How do you put me in prison for marriage fraud if I don't get married? Even if I cared about him, these people wanted to find a reason to put me in jail for a long time. Not a short time. A long time. And they didn't think their case was strong enough in MD so they tried to have me take some deal for "a lot of money" and you don't have to sleep with him, and when I didn't, Pardo was negotiating on how to dump me since their prison uniform for me wasn't going to fit as planned.
What was one of the last places Diana visited before she was killed?
Colombia.
And who didn't want me visiting the archives in D.C. for mines and land mines? My Colombian boyfriend.
If my Ex was so great, where was he when I was being tortured? and where were his friends and where was he and what was he thinking, when he sold out, sold out the woman he slept with for half a year, who he joked with and talked to, whose son he visited...
All that to mumble into the phone like a coward:
"Maybe you are crazy."
And maybe you are a coward and a liar. Where are you are now Pardo? I was supposed to take the name Pardo of all things. Cameo Pardo. Like I'M forgiven.
I had everything stolen from me and then my dignity too because no one could stand the idea of my being an "available" single woman with dignity, in her right mind, and free. I was handed a crust of bread to keep me quiet if they couldn't detain me for some reason, right before important events. Oh. We have an heir. She can go home now. Heir can mean anything. Take it however you want to take it.
I haven't had anyone tell me I need to take riding lessons lately. I wonder why. Must be my allergies over here.
I see there is a new Wallis movie coming out with Madonna staring. I don't know how it will be. I only found out about it after I had taken this Arthur Wallis book of prayer to my place. I then saw an article about it. Who knows. I know I think I should have gone ahead and given my son the other names I had in mind for him as well: Edward and maybe Henry. Those were the only other two names I had in mind. I thought of Edward, recently, not for Wallis, but in the story of of Mr. Edward Howard. And I wondered recently, "When I was running away from school as a little girl" and draawing pictures of our pastor in prison behind bars in church, I wonder what was going on in the world.
I like speaking my mind and I feel better about myself when I am not trying to curb what I say ...though I think this is partly why someone felt my blog was, at first, damaging. It portrayed me as articulate, and then of course tortured, but suddenly I was myself and writing poetry and things and putting up songs, and I think someone wanted the truth about me to be hidden. They never wanted anyone to notice me. They wanted me to sound horrible and crazy and then when I resurfaced, they just tried a new tactic to make me sound horrible and crazy again. And when I didn't marry off and get out of the way and off of the "single ladies list", they were pissed.
Back to Gregoire, I once had an impression of a woman and just snarling and looking mean and sarcastic and satisfied about something, and I realized later, "Oh my gosh. It was Gregoire." It was either Gregoire without make-up, because she looked horrible, or some other woman that looked like Gregoire without make-up.
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The impression I had last night was of a man wearing a flat but round kind of hat and a robe. He was writing at a table. It wasn't a turban and looked more like an Iranian, Afghani, or Pakistani hat. It wasn't a turban.
It looked like he was writing a letter, but now that I think of it today, maybe it was a kind of art.
I thought it was a letter, because it felt important and he had this intention and deliberate way. He was bending over a table with a pen or something and I saw him as if I were standing to his right shoulder. And he was very focused and then the part that seemed like painting was how far or long the line was that he made across the page from left to right...but I suppose he could have been crossing something out with a line.
I thought he was making a new document.
It was like he purposefully sat down to draft something though. I don't think he was crossing out. It was more like a deliberate long line or flourish. But he did it more than once. It was before 9 p.m. I guess it could have been a military person with a hat like that but I thought maybe they were middle eastern.
I also know that before I watched Mrs Doubtfire, someone else was watching it before I did, a day before or so. Someone was "sending" all these phrases from the movie and then I watched it and saw what it was about--it was stuff from this movie. I remember a boy in Harry's voice, saying, instead of "Take Two", "Take Five". It sounded just like Harry's voice and inflection, from the clip of hiim and his mom and brother, where he says "Take Two" and yet I heard someone saying it the exact same way but "Take Five" and then I watched Mrs. Doubtfire and that is said in the movie. And I haven't seen the movie since I was in my early teens. It's been at least a decade.
I heard the "Take Five" on the same day I was picking up other phrases from the show. But the "Take Five" one stood out to me becasue it sounded like Harry's voice, only this voice said take five instead of take two. And, it sounded so much like Harry and the inflection I wondered if another kid was saying this or if Harry was able to mask his voice to sound young or imitate his voice and inflection from his childhood.
I don't know. Then, I ended up randomly watching the show and in the show someone says:
"Take Five" and it was a match but not the same voice match.
I am not crazy and I am continuing to write about U.S. or other spies or workers, because I don't appreiciate being drugged and medicated. You keep drugging me, I'm talking MORE, not less. And I don't mean more about what my impressions are or my dreams or ideas, I mean, more about others and what I pick up on.
I spent the last 2 days partially in my place, going to bed early with migraine.
I don't need your medication and drug crap.
I know my parents are involved and whether they have done some of this voluntarily or from someone telling them to do it I don't know. But I know, and I have marks on my body from the last dose and I'm not going to their church and not even going to their house because of it.
I find it very strange how many people want to block me from getting serious evidence the State and federal govt. has withheld from me, and then keeps trying to medicate and drug me on top of everything.
Which makes it one of two things:
Mobsters, or Secret U.S. research.
There is no other option.
Mobsters hide what they're doing because they know it's illegal and if they get caught, they might go to jail. They will get others to medicate or drug people by blackmail or other incentives: money, or we won't torture you, whatever.
U.S. Govt. crap and Secret Projects, unfortunately, don't look much different: they want to keep their work secret too, just like the mob. Which is why sometimes they work together and terrorize for a common goal. If it's a secret or top-secret project, they are also usually breaking the law. But instead of being worried about going to jail, they know they have immunity.. The people who don't get the immunity are those they blackmail and convince to work for them to help them cover for what they're doing and to ensure the silence of participants.
So this means, instead of getting a legal prescription for a drug to medicate someone with, they use a nurse or doctor or someone who has access to drugs here or in another country, and dope up the food or drink. Then the people doing it, are off the record as having done this.
If they want to slap a "guardianship" law over this they can, and they have to get a court order to do this and keep it on the low, but that doesn't protect any of the parties who are committing additional crimes on the side by withholding other evidence or who collude to falsely arrest someone, or who torture others.
My parents are involved and I know they are. So either the mob and mafia are a big problem, or the U.S. government is looking for a massive lawsuit. And whether it's the mob or whether it's the U.S. govt, it really doesn't matter. If they are blackmailing or commiting other crimes to have people do their dirty work for them, then it makes no difference.
The U.S. didn't want me I guess, if they thought they could get a better deal with someone else. Is that it?
You don't have anything with me, because it's not MY ship that's going down, it's going to be yours.
I have the evidence and I have the testimony and all you hava is a lot of money and power which others already know you've misused.
My son is not going to be your lab rat and since I have proof on my own skin right now, that I am still being treated like a lab rat, your security is out the door.
Your breach. YOUR treason.
I wrote I am not sharing my dreams anymore. I have very vivid and descriptive dreams each night and I have no reason to share them with you anymore. I might share a couple of impressions here and there if I feel it's right and that's it.
What I will be doing is strengthening the list of Expose of U.S. Govt. Psychic Govt. Workers that I've already made and add 2 more to that list. I already said I was going to do it and I am committed to that. I am considering adding an additional number of people if needed, but I will wait until the court hearing on the 14th or until consideration of my motion first.
This morning I woke up and thought about the impression I had with CIA's Laura Ingraham. I had wondered about seeing this child in a hole and I don't believe it was figurative. I think she really did and has seen a child in a hole, that looks like my son, and did nothing about it. And since I saw the Dryden River right after seeing this child in a hole, I can say Ms. Ingraham comes across as nice, but maybe working for the CIA just automatically means you're an actress-analyst. If I saw her walking up stairs with both hands on the railing when I asked to see her, it was her. I have enough experience to trust at least some of my impressions and know they are real. I saw going up a ladder that looked like it was going to a cockpit or something, but just the ladder or stairs, and I saw her in a plane overlooking bombs and fire later. She saw them from the right side of the plane. I saw her viewing a child reaching up his arms from a hole in the dirt earth and it was through her eyes. She didn't pull him out and it wasn't this adopted son she has. Right after I saw that hole I saw the Dryden River and that's what it was. It was The Wenatchee River in Dryden. Power to the People? Sounds like something my Ex Alvaro Pardo would say.
So what's the deal with wanting to adopt a kid from Russia? Better negotiations?
So Ms. Ingraham, when you raise up shaky parted fingers to your brow is it for tears, or a splitting headache?
I think Mr. O'Reilly is maybe the real problem. "Real" as in IRA real? He was the one making all kinds of comments and references that reflected what was happening to me, my family, and this girl. So what is his interest in some girl, that has been put ahead of my own son, unless it's that she's just white and special and my son is only "half-special" because he's half Mexican? Is it that O'Reilly and friends hate me so much they are just happy to try to find out what annoys me? Are they that afraid of me? or is it that they just like to support terrorism roots-up on homeland soil. What's even funnier, is that Christine Gregoire's offices then joined in.
I thought, "Right. I have people saying I'm not a big deal but look at the level of people who hate me."
I wrote a post about the tip-toeing or stepping on toes (which I haven't even finished yet) and the next thing Gregoire's offices does is put up a 4-panel slide show, highlighting places of note in Washington, and NEWSFLASH to Gregoire, "Steptoe" is not one of them. Maybe it was her assistant's idea...the Italian woman.
I haven't forgotten about the Italian woman because when I called, she was so hateful and rude to me and then I found out some kind of connection between her and the Italian owner of The Coast Hotel where I was told I was "banned for prostitution". I haven't prostituted in my life. I found that Italian owner lived in Seattle, Washington.
You see, when the mob is involved, they don't half-way. They support half-asses but they don't go half-way. And even if they are trying to hold your entire family hostage, they try to turn it around on you when you get out with your dignity and say you stole from them and robbed them of THEIR dignity.
There is a deep cover mob and mafia that works hand-in-hand with the U.S. Government and when I didn't join my own hand in marriage, they threw a fit.
I opened up this other tea package last night and read what it says: "Dignity is better than a silk dress." I could have gone the Monica Lewinsky route, or I could have said, "You're not holding up your end of this relationship and you are smearing my dignity in the process."
For retaining my own dignity and taking the high road, the low-lifes in high office wanted to strip me of everything I had. They knew I had dignity and integrity. And that's what they wanted to take from me. No, they said, you either marry someone we feel will control you and do something for us and what we want, and we might have him even take guardianship and throw you to the psych wards, or we find a way to put you in prison. How do you put me in prison for marriage fraud if I don't get married? Even if I cared about him, these people wanted to find a reason to put me in jail for a long time. Not a short time. A long time. And they didn't think their case was strong enough in MD so they tried to have me take some deal for "a lot of money" and you don't have to sleep with him, and when I didn't, Pardo was negotiating on how to dump me since their prison uniform for me wasn't going to fit as planned.
What was one of the last places Diana visited before she was killed?
Colombia.
And who didn't want me visiting the archives in D.C. for mines and land mines? My Colombian boyfriend.
If my Ex was so great, where was he when I was being tortured? and where were his friends and where was he and what was he thinking, when he sold out, sold out the woman he slept with for half a year, who he joked with and talked to, whose son he visited...
All that to mumble into the phone like a coward:
"Maybe you are crazy."
And maybe you are a coward and a liar. Where are you are now Pardo? I was supposed to take the name Pardo of all things. Cameo Pardo. Like I'M forgiven.
I had everything stolen from me and then my dignity too because no one could stand the idea of my being an "available" single woman with dignity, in her right mind, and free. I was handed a crust of bread to keep me quiet if they couldn't detain me for some reason, right before important events. Oh. We have an heir. She can go home now. Heir can mean anything. Take it however you want to take it.
I haven't had anyone tell me I need to take riding lessons lately. I wonder why. Must be my allergies over here.
I see there is a new Wallis movie coming out with Madonna staring. I don't know how it will be. I only found out about it after I had taken this Arthur Wallis book of prayer to my place. I then saw an article about it. Who knows. I know I think I should have gone ahead and given my son the other names I had in mind for him as well: Edward and maybe Henry. Those were the only other two names I had in mind. I thought of Edward, recently, not for Wallis, but in the story of of Mr. Edward Howard. And I wondered recently, "When I was running away from school as a little girl" and draawing pictures of our pastor in prison behind bars in church, I wonder what was going on in the world.
I like speaking my mind and I feel better about myself when I am not trying to curb what I say ...though I think this is partly why someone felt my blog was, at first, damaging. It portrayed me as articulate, and then of course tortured, but suddenly I was myself and writing poetry and things and putting up songs, and I think someone wanted the truth about me to be hidden. They never wanted anyone to notice me. They wanted me to sound horrible and crazy and then when I resurfaced, they just tried a new tactic to make me sound horrible and crazy again. And when I didn't marry off and get out of the way and off of the "single ladies list", they were pissed.
Back to Gregoire, I once had an impression of a woman and just snarling and looking mean and sarcastic and satisfied about something, and I realized later, "Oh my gosh. It was Gregoire." It was either Gregoire without make-up, because she looked horrible, or some other woman that looked like Gregoire without make-up.
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The impression I had last night was of a man wearing a flat but round kind of hat and a robe. He was writing at a table. It wasn't a turban and looked more like an Iranian, Afghani, or Pakistani hat. It wasn't a turban.
It looked like he was writing a letter, but now that I think of it today, maybe it was a kind of art.
I thought it was a letter, because it felt important and he had this intention and deliberate way. He was bending over a table with a pen or something and I saw him as if I were standing to his right shoulder. And he was very focused and then the part that seemed like painting was how far or long the line was that he made across the page from left to right...but I suppose he could have been crossing something out with a line.
I thought he was making a new document.
It was like he purposefully sat down to draft something though. I don't think he was crossing out. It was more like a deliberate long line or flourish. But he did it more than once. It was before 9 p.m. I guess it could have been a military person with a hat like that but I thought maybe they were middle eastern.
I also know that before I watched Mrs Doubtfire, someone else was watching it before I did, a day before or so. Someone was "sending" all these phrases from the movie and then I watched it and saw what it was about--it was stuff from this movie. I remember a boy in Harry's voice, saying, instead of "Take Two", "Take Five". It sounded just like Harry's voice and inflection, from the clip of hiim and his mom and brother, where he says "Take Two" and yet I heard someone saying it the exact same way but "Take Five" and then I watched Mrs. Doubtfire and that is said in the movie. And I haven't seen the movie since I was in my early teens. It's been at least a decade.
I heard the "Take Five" on the same day I was picking up other phrases from the show. But the "Take Five" one stood out to me becasue it sounded like Harry's voice, only this voice said take five instead of take two. And, it sounded so much like Harry and the inflection I wondered if another kid was saying this or if Harry was able to mask his voice to sound young or imitate his voice and inflection from his childhood.
I don't know. Then, I ended up randomly watching the show and in the show someone says:
"Take Five" and it was a match but not the same voice match.
I am not crazy and I am continuing to write about U.S. or other spies or workers, because I don't appreiciate being drugged and medicated. You keep drugging me, I'm talking MORE, not less. And I don't mean more about what my impressions are or my dreams or ideas, I mean, more about others and what I pick up on.
I spent the last 2 days partially in my place, going to bed early with migraine.
I don't need your medication and drug crap.
I know my parents are involved and whether they have done some of this voluntarily or from someone telling them to do it I don't know. But I know, and I have marks on my body from the last dose and I'm not going to their church and not even going to their house because of it.
I find it very strange how many people want to block me from getting serious evidence the State and federal govt. has withheld from me, and then keeps trying to medicate and drug me on top of everything.
Which makes it one of two things:
Mobsters, or Secret U.S. research.
There is no other option.
Mobsters hide what they're doing because they know it's illegal and if they get caught, they might go to jail. They will get others to medicate or drug people by blackmail or other incentives: money, or we won't torture you, whatever.
U.S. Govt. crap and Secret Projects, unfortunately, don't look much different: they want to keep their work secret too, just like the mob. Which is why sometimes they work together and terrorize for a common goal. If it's a secret or top-secret project, they are also usually breaking the law. But instead of being worried about going to jail, they know they have immunity.. The people who don't get the immunity are those they blackmail and convince to work for them to help them cover for what they're doing and to ensure the silence of participants.
So this means, instead of getting a legal prescription for a drug to medicate someone with, they use a nurse or doctor or someone who has access to drugs here or in another country, and dope up the food or drink. Then the people doing it, are off the record as having done this.
If they want to slap a "guardianship" law over this they can, and they have to get a court order to do this and keep it on the low, but that doesn't protect any of the parties who are committing additional crimes on the side by withholding other evidence or who collude to falsely arrest someone, or who torture others.
My parents are involved and I know they are. So either the mob and mafia are a big problem, or the U.S. government is looking for a massive lawsuit. And whether it's the mob or whether it's the U.S. govt, it really doesn't matter. If they are blackmailing or commiting other crimes to have people do their dirty work for them, then it makes no difference.
The U.S. didn't want me I guess, if they thought they could get a better deal with someone else. Is that it?
You don't have anything with me, because it's not MY ship that's going down, it's going to be yours.
I have the evidence and I have the testimony and all you hava is a lot of money and power which others already know you've misused.
My son is not going to be your lab rat and since I have proof on my own skin right now, that I am still being treated like a lab rat, your security is out the door.
Your breach. YOUR treason.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Infrared Distortion
Looking up infrared this evening. I am sure I've looked it up before, but for some reason the word "distortion" came to mind and then "infrared" and I have no idea why.
I just read about it though and I think that's one of the monsters. I think that's the "heating" I've been talking about with regard to something heating my body when I am at the laptop. It's invisible and it doesn't burn the surface of the skin necessarily but it can penetrate and cause harm and heating to the body by going deeper and yet no one could even tell from the outside.
I think there are some criminals in the neighborhood possibly. But at least now I have a better idea of what this one thing is.
Not crazy honey.
But you might go crazy in jail.
So it's either something built-into this laptop specifically, or it's been done with a current and there is a list of the kind of wave or whatever but I don't know that much about it. O, E, S, C, L, U are some of the bands (and I thought L was for love...huh.)
So, I looked up infrared but I am not positive of the origin yet, but oh yes, it's a match. What I'm wondering about though, is why it began when Chris Rozollo was around. So, he checked my computer out and then passed along certain information to others to figure out how to torture me best?
I mean, why else would it just start up then? I mean, that particular form of torture at least. I know of a few, believe me. But this one started up with him.
So the part I don't understand, is the bit about distortion so I guess I need to read a little more while I'm being burned.
I am about 70% positive the infrared is what is being done with the laptop heating thing I've been talking about. Might be able to upgrade my percentage later, but that's what I think. What seems strange to me is with all these technology-minded men, why did none of them think of this and pass along the idea to me? It's not like we don't have military around with experience in systems and technology, or other guys (or women) who know about this kind of thing. So it seems reeally weird that all these people would keep their mouths shut.
I also found some interesting material with the topic "energy" when I typed in a search for form of energy that creates movement in cells.
What's really sad is the idea of impact of a lawsuit.
What would be difficult for any jury to understand, is the level of pain in order to even imagine damages.
You could get a lawyer or law firm up there, to describe in minute detail, the physics of what happens. They could describe energy forms and what they do, and go on about thermodynamics or any number of related ideas, and a jury would get a better picture, but they would still be wondering.
Then, you could get the firm to move from talking about the form of energy and what it does to matter, and have them describe the actual changes that take place in a human body when that body is targeted. You could describe changes to DNA, or cell, or movement, or heat and temperature increase, and heart rhythm changes and all kinds of things. You could then give the jury an estimation of what kinds of health problems that person will have.
The jury would have a much better idea.
However, unless a jury member actually felt what I have felt, or my son, or family or anyone else, unless they had even 5 or 10 minutes being told what to expect and how long it would be to sample it, the jury has no clue at all what the word "torture" really means.
Torture.
And how many different varieties of "torture" will we have a jury member experience for themselves, firsthand?
If we give them a number to describe the level of torture and then show what a high level and low level is, they will have a better frame of reference for imaginging how severe the torture was.
But how many different types of bodily torture would we be asking our jury to understand?
Let's not even include the fact that being repeatedly drugged and medicated without consent, when it is unnecessary, is torture and used as a weapon of war in the United States of America.
So if we were going to court, and we start with this incredible list of heinous forms of torture that cause bodily harm, and we talk about drugging, and then we include false arrests and detainment for the faciliation of these things, and rape, and a whole number of matters...
What kind of case is that?
I mean, what is the tort, exactly?
Is it a tort?
I know clients ask their lawyers all the time, "Well this ________, this _______, and this_______ happened, so what kind of a case do I have?"
Or a lawyer will say, "Okay, just give me the facts and I'll figure out what kind of law we can apply."
I would like to know exactly what kind of seriously crazy case we are talking about.
I'm not crazy. But the kind of case I could bring before a court of SOME kind, somewhere, is up there with the Addams Family strange.
It's obviously a criminal case. Torture cases are. But with so many different elements and so many forms of torture over such a prolonged period, and involving this many people, and other violations of normal justice to premeditate and facilitate these things...
I hardly know what kind of case it is.
Is it all summed up in one grand kind of claim? Or are they separate cases?
I'm thinking a lot of this can be summed up in a grand claim, but I can't think of what title it would be.
What would I be describing to a jury, court, and law firm, and Judges, to make such allegations of this magnitude?
Is it RICO? or Human Rights violations of Torture protocol and law? Is it a massive lawsuit against the federal government for experimentation and use of human subjects for research projects with the NSA?
It sort of sounds like something a group would kill people over, doesn't it? or if they can't bring themselves to do that, bury them alive as mentally ill and dope them up repeatedly.
I would think people would be killing to cover up this level of crime. Or maybe it's true that this would draw more attention and the plan is to get ahold of anyone who might "tell" and try to make sure they are brain-dead or believed to be absolutely nuts.
And then the entire course of that individual's life is monitored. If it wasn't already being watched, from the time of birth.
It's like treating people like leftovers and coming up with one more meal plan after the other. They have to keep torturing forever, to keep the person sounding crazy, and then they develop new and inventive ideas for new things to research and use for experimentation.
They might even want to keep the person alive to see what natural disasters set in after they've tortured and medicated the person. Follow them to find out what the natural damages will be...
You can't kill off a person that you need for your study now can you Doctor?
Then after writing up this persons entire life and how they related to others at various stages of life, and what happened to the body they tormented and used for research, the person dies. Cause of death?
One copy of the file going to ___________, one copy going ___________...
I just submitted 3 copies to court and parties to demand the return of my son.
How many copies of your research on our lives have you distributed around the table?
You are going to lose your specimen and be held to criminal court if you do not return my child.
I am giving you an opportunity to find a way to correct what you've done and then you can all move on to better things.
But if you don't, your specimen is not going to live long enough for you to find out how I died after what you've done.
I am more than prepared to go out like the thermonuclear fusion or implosion I hear described now and then.
I'm giving you a chance to return my child to his mother.
Take it.
I just read about it though and I think that's one of the monsters. I think that's the "heating" I've been talking about with regard to something heating my body when I am at the laptop. It's invisible and it doesn't burn the surface of the skin necessarily but it can penetrate and cause harm and heating to the body by going deeper and yet no one could even tell from the outside.
I think there are some criminals in the neighborhood possibly. But at least now I have a better idea of what this one thing is.
Not crazy honey.
But you might go crazy in jail.
So it's either something built-into this laptop specifically, or it's been done with a current and there is a list of the kind of wave or whatever but I don't know that much about it. O, E, S, C, L, U are some of the bands (and I thought L was for love...huh.)
So, I looked up infrared but I am not positive of the origin yet, but oh yes, it's a match. What I'm wondering about though, is why it began when Chris Rozollo was around. So, he checked my computer out and then passed along certain information to others to figure out how to torture me best?
I mean, why else would it just start up then? I mean, that particular form of torture at least. I know of a few, believe me. But this one started up with him.
So the part I don't understand, is the bit about distortion so I guess I need to read a little more while I'm being burned.
I am about 70% positive the infrared is what is being done with the laptop heating thing I've been talking about. Might be able to upgrade my percentage later, but that's what I think. What seems strange to me is with all these technology-minded men, why did none of them think of this and pass along the idea to me? It's not like we don't have military around with experience in systems and technology, or other guys (or women) who know about this kind of thing. So it seems reeally weird that all these people would keep their mouths shut.
I also found some interesting material with the topic "energy" when I typed in a search for form of energy that creates movement in cells.
What's really sad is the idea of impact of a lawsuit.
What would be difficult for any jury to understand, is the level of pain in order to even imagine damages.
You could get a lawyer or law firm up there, to describe in minute detail, the physics of what happens. They could describe energy forms and what they do, and go on about thermodynamics or any number of related ideas, and a jury would get a better picture, but they would still be wondering.
Then, you could get the firm to move from talking about the form of energy and what it does to matter, and have them describe the actual changes that take place in a human body when that body is targeted. You could describe changes to DNA, or cell, or movement, or heat and temperature increase, and heart rhythm changes and all kinds of things. You could then give the jury an estimation of what kinds of health problems that person will have.
The jury would have a much better idea.
However, unless a jury member actually felt what I have felt, or my son, or family or anyone else, unless they had even 5 or 10 minutes being told what to expect and how long it would be to sample it, the jury has no clue at all what the word "torture" really means.
Torture.
And how many different varieties of "torture" will we have a jury member experience for themselves, firsthand?
If we give them a number to describe the level of torture and then show what a high level and low level is, they will have a better frame of reference for imaginging how severe the torture was.
But how many different types of bodily torture would we be asking our jury to understand?
Let's not even include the fact that being repeatedly drugged and medicated without consent, when it is unnecessary, is torture and used as a weapon of war in the United States of America.
So if we were going to court, and we start with this incredible list of heinous forms of torture that cause bodily harm, and we talk about drugging, and then we include false arrests and detainment for the faciliation of these things, and rape, and a whole number of matters...
What kind of case is that?
I mean, what is the tort, exactly?
Is it a tort?
I know clients ask their lawyers all the time, "Well this ________, this _______, and this_______ happened, so what kind of a case do I have?"
Or a lawyer will say, "Okay, just give me the facts and I'll figure out what kind of law we can apply."
I would like to know exactly what kind of seriously crazy case we are talking about.
I'm not crazy. But the kind of case I could bring before a court of SOME kind, somewhere, is up there with the Addams Family strange.
It's obviously a criminal case. Torture cases are. But with so many different elements and so many forms of torture over such a prolonged period, and involving this many people, and other violations of normal justice to premeditate and facilitate these things...
I hardly know what kind of case it is.
Is it all summed up in one grand kind of claim? Or are they separate cases?
I'm thinking a lot of this can be summed up in a grand claim, but I can't think of what title it would be.
What would I be describing to a jury, court, and law firm, and Judges, to make such allegations of this magnitude?
Is it RICO? or Human Rights violations of Torture protocol and law? Is it a massive lawsuit against the federal government for experimentation and use of human subjects for research projects with the NSA?
It sort of sounds like something a group would kill people over, doesn't it? or if they can't bring themselves to do that, bury them alive as mentally ill and dope them up repeatedly.
I would think people would be killing to cover up this level of crime. Or maybe it's true that this would draw more attention and the plan is to get ahold of anyone who might "tell" and try to make sure they are brain-dead or believed to be absolutely nuts.
And then the entire course of that individual's life is monitored. If it wasn't already being watched, from the time of birth.
It's like treating people like leftovers and coming up with one more meal plan after the other. They have to keep torturing forever, to keep the person sounding crazy, and then they develop new and inventive ideas for new things to research and use for experimentation.
They might even want to keep the person alive to see what natural disasters set in after they've tortured and medicated the person. Follow them to find out what the natural damages will be...
You can't kill off a person that you need for your study now can you Doctor?
Then after writing up this persons entire life and how they related to others at various stages of life, and what happened to the body they tormented and used for research, the person dies. Cause of death?
One copy of the file going to ___________, one copy going ___________...
I just submitted 3 copies to court and parties to demand the return of my son.
How many copies of your research on our lives have you distributed around the table?
You are going to lose your specimen and be held to criminal court if you do not return my child.
I am giving you an opportunity to find a way to correct what you've done and then you can all move on to better things.
But if you don't, your specimen is not going to live long enough for you to find out how I died after what you've done.
I am more than prepared to go out like the thermonuclear fusion or implosion I hear described now and then.
I'm giving you a chance to return my child to his mother.
Take it.
Tea & "V"
I'm making sun tea today.
I also added a package of Good Earth tea to my cup of Lipton English Breakfast and it has a saying on it. There have been 2 in my drawer for months but I opened one day and the saying on it is:
"Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it." --Unknown.
I read from the Bible last night but I'll spare you all. I read several different sections. It was after the bad feeling had passed but I still wanted to read some scripture.
I have been trying out this prostration thing and it's really not much different than praying on your knees, and God (I think, or believe) hears us even when we're walking, or eating, or on the toilet...but I notice where I am at if I have just woken up and then that morning I feel too tired to extend myself all the way across the floor. I mean, sometimes I've just knelt, but I think it helps me to notice that if I am not "feeling" like doing this, that's when I should it because even if it is an effort, if I can't do this, maybe I'm feeling lazy that day. Not to say it has to be every day, or for everyone either. But I think since it's newer to me, it helps me to focus a little bit more on why I'm doing what I'm doing. Usually it's just for a few minutes.
So yesterday, I did it in the morning and then after I felt the bad feeling, I did it again, that evening.
I felt good about mailing my motion to court for my son, and about my passport mailing. And I thought about what I had said as I walked and I didn't really notice much until I passed this peach pit in the road. I wondered about it, but that was all. And then I was at my place and something just started to set in that was not right.
I stopped the Blood Diamond movie and prayed that God would direct everything I did in choosing movies, to what I thought, and everything. And I prayed for my son and for myself to do the right thing for the rest of the evening and whatever God would like, and I asked forgiveness for swearing at one point in the day but it wasn't a long prayer. And then I got up did something small, and when I got back, I then decided I would watch a comedy instead of the rest of Blood Diamond and I fastforwarded and it stopped and that's when I saw this boy right at the part where he raises up his arms into a V. Then he's on this horse or bull or something and being told to bear down.
I guess it meant something to me because I was looking at the spine of the VHS and it had a "V" on the sticker. Like, just a label sticker. And yesterday, when I was writing my motion, out of love for my son, despite repeated violations of my rights to not be medicated and not be tortured, I was finishing right before my 1 hour was almost up.
I worked so fast yesterday, I didn't think about anything. I didn't plan out, or think ahead, and I didn't think I was having to go into town to print either. So I did it as fast as possible and then it said I had 5 minutes left. I was still writing my copy of service page and adding an address.
I had 2 minutes left and I went as fast as I could, to my hotmail, and then I highlighted the whole text of what I had written, and then I copied it into a new email to myself and I quickly added my name and then I was so pressed for time I had to put something in for the title and I, without even thinking, just hit a key. I didn't think first about what key it was and then I looked to see and it was "v". So I hit "send" and it went to me. Then I went to the email for the koch firm and did the same thing and since I did it the first time, I sent it with a "v" to the koch firm. And finally, I coudn't believe I had a few seconds left, so I quickly looked up the AG in wenatchee and all I had was tomas's address so I sent it off to him with a "v".
I managed to get 3 v's out and then I was almost shaking, standing there at the counter. I had to make a couple of copies and then organize the paper and get it off into the mail. So I was almost shaking and trying not to cry as I thought about my son. Then I didn't even know how many pages it was going to be per person and I just threw things together and it turned out to be 11 pages total so I numbered them all and then I had to go back and renumber. I had put the copy of service not at the back, and I thought, oh who cares, but my slight perfectionist side came in and I grabbed it and it was page 7 and I had to renumber it and put it at the back for page 11.
So this is just to say how rushed I was for time, I was hardly thinking straight. So I was walking home and thinking how weird that I somehow, not meaning to, hit "v" for the title of the Motion for my son.
And then after I saw the footage of boys being used to be turned into soldiers, and then prostrated myself to pray...
When I got up and saw this boy with his arms triumphantly in the air in a "V", I knew, this is God.
This is what the "v" is about.
I hadn't even meant to make that the title, I just didn't have enough time to write a word and it just happened that this is what I somehow ended up with. So to me, it was meaningful. I think normally too, I might have hit a key with my right hand, but I was on this computer where the space bar made this really loud annoying sound on one side so I was only spacing with my left thumb instead of my right for that hour so I think it got my mind to think of my left hand as dominant for a minute....I don't know. I can't really explain it. It just happened and then I was happy to think about it later.
***************
I laughed a lot, out loud, but I still could tell there was something bad going on. I sensed it the whole time while I was laughing in the first part of the movie.
I forgot how funny it is.
One thing I thought about, is that in my situation with my son, I'm definitely not willing to do any kind of joint custody anything. It would never work, period, and there is no reason for it either. He's my son, and he was wrongfully taken from me. I don't have to "share custody" with a husband or ex-husband and that's it.
With all of the effort I made at visitation and living in a crappy town just to try to get my child and visit him, I believe if the Avilas care about him, they will gladly be willing to make the trips to visit and see him when he is returned to me. If I can do it, all on my own, while being tortured and harassed, and while I had zero income because I was forced out of work...Um, yeah...they can do it too. And it would be a good measure of how much they do care, because as long as they've had him, he's been in daycare by their house and out of all of them, not one of them bothered to take him to the Y to swim, or to the library for storytime, or to the playground for playdates with other kids as I did. No one went to a mommy-and-me co-op preschool with him, as I did with my son, and no one has ever and will ever care for my child the way I do.
The State of Washington and federal government withheld evidence that is unthinkable to withhold. What they did was not only grounds for overturning the whole thing (if they hadn't gotten away with drugging and medicating me out of my mind they know I would have fought it earlier)...and it's not only grounds for civil lawsuit, what they did was totally illegal. They committed crimes and should be investigated.
I don't know how anyone who reads my motion, with my sworn declaration attached, would be able to pass this off as "no big deal". If they do, I would start looking at all of their activities and put a P.I. on them, because they're hiding other weird secrets as well.
I also have a RIGHT to know who the "guardian" is that has been consenting or allowing me to be medicated and drugged from one coast of the U.S. to the other. I definitely have a better idea at this point, but I still think someone else is involved because there wasn't any kind of guardianship at least, when I was on the East Coast before a psych eval.
It's completely illegal to hide this from me.
I know I was medicated and drugged on the East Coast. I was also medicated and drugged (as well as poisoned), on the West Coast.
I went from being a writer of poetry, and decent poetry at that, to a writer of crap. I went from being reserved and private as I usually am, to taking all these photos of myself with my eyes glazed, droopy, and totally out of my right mind.
I wasn't out of my right mind because I was mentally ill. I was being DRUGGED. Not only that, I was tortured. So yeah, and someone still hasn't figured how to stop yet. I know I'm tossing this laptop when I have the money, because ever since Chris Rozollo had his hands on it, it's been a lethal weapon. The guy is a punk. An immoral, rude, and lying punk who was disappointed to find out I had a friend who was going to bail me out of jail. His buddies at the courthouse handed me razors when I was leaving my next hearing. I think it was their way of saying keep your mouth shut. That was the "hearing" for supposedly Grand Auto Theft. Yeah. I stole a car.
I need to get some things back from Seattle now that I think about it. I still have things being held for me and I will have to get that taken care of and let them know they can send my things back to me now.
But yes, this was for the bogus charge of auto theft, which they knew was bogus. They stole my handheld camcorder from me and deleted my evidence (which was then legal) of my visits with my son.
They are all a bunch of crooks.
I also added a package of Good Earth tea to my cup of Lipton English Breakfast and it has a saying on it. There have been 2 in my drawer for months but I opened one day and the saying on it is:
"Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it." --Unknown.
I read from the Bible last night but I'll spare you all. I read several different sections. It was after the bad feeling had passed but I still wanted to read some scripture.
I have been trying out this prostration thing and it's really not much different than praying on your knees, and God (I think, or believe) hears us even when we're walking, or eating, or on the toilet...but I notice where I am at if I have just woken up and then that morning I feel too tired to extend myself all the way across the floor. I mean, sometimes I've just knelt, but I think it helps me to notice that if I am not "feeling" like doing this, that's when I should it because even if it is an effort, if I can't do this, maybe I'm feeling lazy that day. Not to say it has to be every day, or for everyone either. But I think since it's newer to me, it helps me to focus a little bit more on why I'm doing what I'm doing. Usually it's just for a few minutes.
So yesterday, I did it in the morning and then after I felt the bad feeling, I did it again, that evening.
I felt good about mailing my motion to court for my son, and about my passport mailing. And I thought about what I had said as I walked and I didn't really notice much until I passed this peach pit in the road. I wondered about it, but that was all. And then I was at my place and something just started to set in that was not right.
I stopped the Blood Diamond movie and prayed that God would direct everything I did in choosing movies, to what I thought, and everything. And I prayed for my son and for myself to do the right thing for the rest of the evening and whatever God would like, and I asked forgiveness for swearing at one point in the day but it wasn't a long prayer. And then I got up did something small, and when I got back, I then decided I would watch a comedy instead of the rest of Blood Diamond and I fastforwarded and it stopped and that's when I saw this boy right at the part where he raises up his arms into a V. Then he's on this horse or bull or something and being told to bear down.
I guess it meant something to me because I was looking at the spine of the VHS and it had a "V" on the sticker. Like, just a label sticker. And yesterday, when I was writing my motion, out of love for my son, despite repeated violations of my rights to not be medicated and not be tortured, I was finishing right before my 1 hour was almost up.
I worked so fast yesterday, I didn't think about anything. I didn't plan out, or think ahead, and I didn't think I was having to go into town to print either. So I did it as fast as possible and then it said I had 5 minutes left. I was still writing my copy of service page and adding an address.
I had 2 minutes left and I went as fast as I could, to my hotmail, and then I highlighted the whole text of what I had written, and then I copied it into a new email to myself and I quickly added my name and then I was so pressed for time I had to put something in for the title and I, without even thinking, just hit a key. I didn't think first about what key it was and then I looked to see and it was "v". So I hit "send" and it went to me. Then I went to the email for the koch firm and did the same thing and since I did it the first time, I sent it with a "v" to the koch firm. And finally, I coudn't believe I had a few seconds left, so I quickly looked up the AG in wenatchee and all I had was tomas's address so I sent it off to him with a "v".
I managed to get 3 v's out and then I was almost shaking, standing there at the counter. I had to make a couple of copies and then organize the paper and get it off into the mail. So I was almost shaking and trying not to cry as I thought about my son. Then I didn't even know how many pages it was going to be per person and I just threw things together and it turned out to be 11 pages total so I numbered them all and then I had to go back and renumber. I had put the copy of service not at the back, and I thought, oh who cares, but my slight perfectionist side came in and I grabbed it and it was page 7 and I had to renumber it and put it at the back for page 11.
So this is just to say how rushed I was for time, I was hardly thinking straight. So I was walking home and thinking how weird that I somehow, not meaning to, hit "v" for the title of the Motion for my son.
And then after I saw the footage of boys being used to be turned into soldiers, and then prostrated myself to pray...
When I got up and saw this boy with his arms triumphantly in the air in a "V", I knew, this is God.
This is what the "v" is about.
I hadn't even meant to make that the title, I just didn't have enough time to write a word and it just happened that this is what I somehow ended up with. So to me, it was meaningful. I think normally too, I might have hit a key with my right hand, but I was on this computer where the space bar made this really loud annoying sound on one side so I was only spacing with my left thumb instead of my right for that hour so I think it got my mind to think of my left hand as dominant for a minute....I don't know. I can't really explain it. It just happened and then I was happy to think about it later.
***************
I laughed a lot, out loud, but I still could tell there was something bad going on. I sensed it the whole time while I was laughing in the first part of the movie.
I forgot how funny it is.
One thing I thought about, is that in my situation with my son, I'm definitely not willing to do any kind of joint custody anything. It would never work, period, and there is no reason for it either. He's my son, and he was wrongfully taken from me. I don't have to "share custody" with a husband or ex-husband and that's it.
With all of the effort I made at visitation and living in a crappy town just to try to get my child and visit him, I believe if the Avilas care about him, they will gladly be willing to make the trips to visit and see him when he is returned to me. If I can do it, all on my own, while being tortured and harassed, and while I had zero income because I was forced out of work...Um, yeah...they can do it too. And it would be a good measure of how much they do care, because as long as they've had him, he's been in daycare by their house and out of all of them, not one of them bothered to take him to the Y to swim, or to the library for storytime, or to the playground for playdates with other kids as I did. No one went to a mommy-and-me co-op preschool with him, as I did with my son, and no one has ever and will ever care for my child the way I do.
The State of Washington and federal government withheld evidence that is unthinkable to withhold. What they did was not only grounds for overturning the whole thing (if they hadn't gotten away with drugging and medicating me out of my mind they know I would have fought it earlier)...and it's not only grounds for civil lawsuit, what they did was totally illegal. They committed crimes and should be investigated.
I don't know how anyone who reads my motion, with my sworn declaration attached, would be able to pass this off as "no big deal". If they do, I would start looking at all of their activities and put a P.I. on them, because they're hiding other weird secrets as well.
I also have a RIGHT to know who the "guardian" is that has been consenting or allowing me to be medicated and drugged from one coast of the U.S. to the other. I definitely have a better idea at this point, but I still think someone else is involved because there wasn't any kind of guardianship at least, when I was on the East Coast before a psych eval.
It's completely illegal to hide this from me.
I know I was medicated and drugged on the East Coast. I was also medicated and drugged (as well as poisoned), on the West Coast.
I went from being a writer of poetry, and decent poetry at that, to a writer of crap. I went from being reserved and private as I usually am, to taking all these photos of myself with my eyes glazed, droopy, and totally out of my right mind.
I wasn't out of my right mind because I was mentally ill. I was being DRUGGED. Not only that, I was tortured. So yeah, and someone still hasn't figured how to stop yet. I know I'm tossing this laptop when I have the money, because ever since Chris Rozollo had his hands on it, it's been a lethal weapon. The guy is a punk. An immoral, rude, and lying punk who was disappointed to find out I had a friend who was going to bail me out of jail. His buddies at the courthouse handed me razors when I was leaving my next hearing. I think it was their way of saying keep your mouth shut. That was the "hearing" for supposedly Grand Auto Theft. Yeah. I stole a car.
I need to get some things back from Seattle now that I think about it. I still have things being held for me and I will have to get that taken care of and let them know they can send my things back to me now.
But yes, this was for the bogus charge of auto theft, which they knew was bogus. They stole my handheld camcorder from me and deleted my evidence (which was then legal) of my visits with my son.
They are all a bunch of crooks.
Bad Vibe & The Ghost of Robert Garrett, Sr.
I am being drugged and medicated still.
100% positive. Which maybe has something to do with the very pronounced bad feeling I felt last night. I couldn't shake it.
I had a very very bad feeling from about 6:30 p.m.-8:30 p.m. or so. It was for about 2 full hours last night. I had mailed my mail and then walked home and was in my place and started sensing something bad. So I thought maybe it was because I had shouted at my mom, even though she did some things. But then I thought no, it's something else. I thought, I will check the news tomorrow to see if someone died or if there was a big conflict somewhere. The other thing I thought was maybe my son wasn't feeling okay and then the bad feeling just stopped all at once so I thought maybe he went to bed or fell asleep, if it was him. I don't know actually.
I know that at about 3:30 p.m I started almost shaking. I had the weird shaking feeling like people praying and I felt it all the way up to just past 4 p.m. I was trying to keep myself from visibly shaking even though it wasn't any medication, even though I've been doped up again. It was more like God or the Holy Spirit and something big, it felt.
I already knew someone had still been medicating me and I do believe my parents are involved. The night before last my Dad screamed at me and I thought he was even going to come after me but I turned around and said, "What are you going to do? beat me up?!!"
He was shouting, "STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING."
I said, "What am I DOING?"
He didn't even say what it was that I was "doing" that was so bad.
But he was furious and for the first time since I've been here, I thought he was going to do something. Instead of running away, and out of the sight of the public road or area where someone might see, I turned back and walked right up to his face and asked him "What are you going to do? Beat me UP?!!!" and he toned down and looked over to the road where I had glanced. I guess he thought twice.
Which is what a lot of people need to do from now on, regarding me....THINK TWICE before you start THREATENING me, DRUGGING me, and USING ME. THINK TWICE before you USE ME.
What I know, is that they know I'm being drugged and medicated and they are in on it.
And I had a patch of skin on my lower back about a week ago that was odd and now I have another whole section of skin that's the same, and I could tell by the feeling in my head that I had eaten something that was doped up.
All of my food and drink has come from my house and what I have in my place, or my parent's house. The only other thing I use that came from anywhere else is a face cream or moisterizer, and it doesn't have anything weird in it.
I have known I am still being medicated and doped up, because I'm not creative anymore like I used to be, and this is always something significant and apparent when I am NOT doped up. Also, I get angry easier but it is good anger, and healthy, and commensurate with the CRAP this country has allowed to me and my son.
This morning, after I had written this post (I came back to it), I brushed out my hair and had so much hair falling out it was in a baseball size ball. It was a ton of hair. I left it on the porch with a brick pinning this and the paper down which I wrote on to say, "Do not medicate me again. This is 1 day's worth of hair." (I guess that's what the U.S. likes to do to the "traditional Americans." Scalp them by falsely diagnosing them and trying to ruin their brains and minds. Getting family to go along with it.)
I knew something was wrong yesterday because my mom's printers have had all these problems and then she refused to sign a declaration agreeing there had been printer problems for a week.
That was the last straw. I said, "Then you're in on it."
My own mother was refusing to even confirm the printer had problems? I tried to get her to put it in writing because that's what she was saying to me, and I thought, "Anyone who tells me they can't sign a statement that truthfully confirms problems with 2 different printers at the same time is hiding something."
So I thought, "I have to get this in writing. I need to get my mom to confirm, in writing, that she is refusing to sign a Declaration about the broken and/or missing printers."
I told her she didn't have to say anything she was uncomfortable with. I have never, in my life, ever asked anyone to lie for me, or to say something that wasn't what they honestly felt or believed. So I said "If you don't want to say you know it affected my ability to get things out on time, that's fine. If you want to leave me out of it that's fine. All I'm asking for is for you to sign something that says yes, the printers had problems on such a date and it was both of them and that's it."
So she sent me an email that said she would, and then she got home and in person she refused.
She also had sent me email that suggested or confirmed I could print something from the house, now that the printer was working (supposedly), but when I sat down to do it, I was told to leave.
And that's when I lost it.
I said, "YOU are INVOLVED. There is NO reason why you wouldn't sign a statement just for printers, and keep me from getting this done, unless YOU were involved. What's wrong?! You and your family had something to do with Oliver being taken away from me? You don't want me to get the evidence that proves you had something to do with it?!!! Maybe THIS is why CANADIANS told me "DON'T CONTACT YOUR MOM." YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS."
So she refused to sign something about printers. I could not believe it. Then she refused to even let me print from the printer when it was working. I had to use change and quarters that I found lying around and my last $20.
Here's the thing. Either my mom and dad are "in on it" or they are doing what they're told to do and being blackmailed by the U.S. government and the mobsters who work with them.
And sure enough, I walk outside into this town, and it's just a circus, with people watching where I went, what I did, and the same idiots who have allowed torture of me trying to verify their govt. psychic predictions. The only plate number I wrote down was that of 2 cops driving by who passed me twice and made fun of me as they drove by.
I guess they get their orders from The Devil's Kitchen.
I grabbed the first thing out of my pocket and looking at it now, it's a business card for "Small Animals." For the Vetinarian Hospital. 249751 Oregon plates, black and white cop car. And the other number I have on here is from a different day and it's (if correct), 07056 Oregon. I have written next to it: "darkhaired woman behind van of idiot men saying "Wow"." At the time, I remembered, they appeared to be a group of either police or military and I guessed police and they had a woman who was connected to them who drove up very close to the van and I knew she was trying to protect them from my writing their plate number down after they harassed me.
I wrote down the cops because they had no excuse. They weren't even in civilian cars. They made fun of me from a government vehicle. 2 men, in a government vehicle, who made fun of me, and passed me twice to do it.
I haven't had anything to do with police in this town. But it's a good idea for me to be documenting how police feel free to harass me when they haven't even met me.
After these 2 officers harassed me from their govt. issued vehicle, I'm sure they knew where I was headed (the library) as it's the only place I go and guess who showed up? A cop. And then after that, another cop car pulled up and parked where I always walk across to go back.
They had 4 different police officers or their vehicles put in my path within a 2 hour period. And that's not including unmarked vehicles.
The cop who showed up in the library where I was already, was wearing a blue short sleeved shirt. Doing favors for Chris Rozollo or something guys? He talked to some woman who was checking me out the whole time and already there when I got there.
The 4th police vehicle was black and white and parked where I cross the street to get back to the house. I've made the same trip and gone the same route, every single time I've been out. So it's not like they're making guesses. There wasn't a cop in the car. So that's just sort of like making a sick point isn't it? Just parked there, when it wasn't there when I walked to the library, but there when I walk back?
It wasn't like there was a cop "looking out" for me. He just parked his vehicle there and left it, after another of the same type drove past me twice, harassing and making fun of me, and then showing up in the library.
I mailed off documents for my passport yesterday.
It was for their "second request" and the letter said it had to be sent or received within 90 days. So I sent it out on the last day that I had left, after having to pay to make copies and get it out. They sent the request to my wrong address and didn't send my birth certificate or photo back to the right place either, even after I called their offices in New Orleans. The last time I had called, I found out someone had not updated the computer for my new address, even though I gave it to them as soon as I moved to Coquille. Someone had deleted it or something and then a supervisor said it was just "hidden" in a different system. It wasn't "hidden". I had updated it to the normal system.
So I had to find my papers and I sent it off certified mail and wrote a note about how I had not received their letter at the date they put on it but here were my documents.
I kept my receipt showing I had sent it out within the timeframe it was supposed to be received. It was in U.S. government hands as of yesterday.
I am using the ugly photo because it shows what the U.S. did to me. My eyes are totally messed up and I have an unnatural expression on my face...Do I want a better photo? No. I want the truth out there like it is. Here is what the U.S. did to me. Let the world think whatever they want.
When I mailed off my motion to the court, to extend time (which I may have to amend for continuance or a different rule), I sent it in pre-stamped envelopes and then certified the one going to the State Appeals offices. When the clerk was taking my envelopes, she forgot they were already paid for and I said, "These are already paid for" when she started ringing them up. So she said, "You're right" and said she'd give me a stamp in return. So she gives me a stamp with a dog on it. I said, "No. I don't want this." I said, "Do you have something with a U.S. flag on it?" and she said "No." Then the said, "We have ones that say 'Celebrate'...." and I said, "No. I don't want that either--How about you give me something that's traditional American or you can reimburse me my money." So she reimbursed my money.
How about it, U.S.
You got something that looks the way it's supposed to look?
Because if you're "out" or don't have what you're supposed to have anymore, I want my fucking money back.
I was born in this country with U.S. citizenship and it means something or it doesn't. If you can't make good on what this country, or my citizenship, is supposed to be about, I think you owe me a REFUND.
What this country owes me and my son is a major settlement check for our damages.
I got home last night and put in "Blood Diamond" and watched it from the point of the white S. African guy (Daniel) telling the American journalist to "Piss off." I had left off there and written about how I had paused it, for a "pregnant pause."
Then after I filed my Motion describing withheld evidence by The State and U.S. federal government, I went back to "Blood Diamond" and watched from the "piss off" section to the part through the children being trained to be soldiers and abused, up to the part where they are listing off their names and what they do.
I just felt serious deep bad vibe. So I cut it off there and realized "yeah, I know what's happening to my son and I don't need to see more of this movie now." So I went to a VHS tape and it had stopped at a comedy and then 8 seconds was listed as a movie and then Mrs. Doubtfire. So I pressed fastforward, not seeing where it was going and then stop and play and there was a little boy with his arms raised up to the sky, all the way up. Both arms in the air, into a high "V".
I should say...I stopped "Blood Diamond" and then I prostrated myself on the floor and prayed to God. Next, I was fastforwarding the VHS tape and hit play at the boy with the high V. Nothing preceded it. I had stopped to the exact spot. And then I watched from here, to seeing his cowboy hat with the feather in it and he's riding a bull and someone says, "Okay now, bear down." He digs his heels into that bull.
Which made me think about a boy going from being exploited and used as a "soldier" to triumph. And I stopped to fastforward again but remembered the words "bear down" and how it lined up with what I had said about a pregnant pause.
From pregnant pause to bear down. And then I stopped at it was still 8 seconds and some talk but continued and then when I was at Mrs. Doubtfire it was at the part where Robin Williams is saying, "I will do anything to get my kids back. Anything."
And I still had this bad feeling into the comedy but after about an hour it went away. It stopped all at once.
I went to bed and woke up to the U.S. torturing me again. I didn't wake up naturally. I woke up to something pulsing my heart and causing my heart to have these sharp jabs and it was U.S. federal government.
And then I wrote this post, to the first sentence after writing about what happened at the post office yesterday, up to the first sentence about Blood Diamond, and I sat down in front of the heater because I was cold, and my Grandpa Garrett came to mind.
The U.S. is dealing with him.
I realized, this country is still having to deal with my Grandpa Robert Garrett, Sr.
I was thinking about what I had said to the post office clerk what I was told in reply. I asked for a U.S. flag. And the U.S. refused to give my Grandpa Garrett's kids a flag. Which is to say, something that looks like what it's supposed to look like. A real country. A true honoring of our certificate of birth. And the next thing I was saying, was then something that was "traditional American". And they didn't have that either. But I remembered, this morning, that for my birthday every year, my Grandpa Garrett sent me a traditional American card. The traditional Americans were the Native Americans that the U.S. Government killed, forced to relocate, tortured, exploited, and raped.
I realized, my Grandpa Garrett was psychic and he was one-up on and over the U.S. government.
And after all of HIS CONTRIBUTIONS to THIS COUNTRY, if the fucking U.S. government couldn't give his kids a FLAG, he didn't want one for his funeral either.
Why BOTHER.
He foresaw into the future and the U.S. has been exploiting and using his children and relatives just like they exploited the Native Americans, who were smart, hospitable, and tried to negotiate equal living and friendly trade. Not only that, they OWNED the land.
So I think when my Grandpa Garrett made some...let's say..."contributions"...to this country, if they couldn't even give his kids something that looked like a flag, how about a REFUND.
REIMBURSE me.
We want our money back, and YOU owe US.
They couldn't give me a U.S. flag, and they couldn't give me some thing traditional American, so I was given a full refund of my money that I gave to the government, after reminding them:
IT'S ALREADY BEEN PAID FOR
So you can either DO what you SAID you were going to do, or you can deal with a Robert Garrett, Sr. GHOST that you do NOT want to deal with.
And yeah, I tend to think God is backing that ghost.
So where's the backpay U.S.?
I believe my Grandfather put something into a pot that you're hiding.
Where's the refund?
You want to reimburse us for what we gave you and what you stole from us?
I have not seen a check for monies to each individual member of the Garrett family yet. We're waiting, by the way. We want our money. WHERE'S THE MONEY?!
You expect US to think WE owe YOU something?
WHERE is our FUCKING money.
We gave and you stole from us. YOU stole from US, not the other way around and get that straight.
Not only that, we all have these certificates of birth that are supposed to mean something.
So far, you haven't honored them.
What's wrong? something wrong with your credit?
You couldn't give us anything that resembles a "flag" and you don't even have anything that stands for honor that's traditional American. So we want a reimbursement for our money.
It is the U.S. that killed my Grandpa Garrett and they did it with the same technology they've been using against his kids and grandkids. His heart attacks were triggered by U.S. technology.
This country is being run by gangsters.
Which is why the only reason I was safe for a short while was to look like I was marrying into one of them.
100% positive. Which maybe has something to do with the very pronounced bad feeling I felt last night. I couldn't shake it.
I had a very very bad feeling from about 6:30 p.m.-8:30 p.m. or so. It was for about 2 full hours last night. I had mailed my mail and then walked home and was in my place and started sensing something bad. So I thought maybe it was because I had shouted at my mom, even though she did some things. But then I thought no, it's something else. I thought, I will check the news tomorrow to see if someone died or if there was a big conflict somewhere. The other thing I thought was maybe my son wasn't feeling okay and then the bad feeling just stopped all at once so I thought maybe he went to bed or fell asleep, if it was him. I don't know actually.
I know that at about 3:30 p.m I started almost shaking. I had the weird shaking feeling like people praying and I felt it all the way up to just past 4 p.m. I was trying to keep myself from visibly shaking even though it wasn't any medication, even though I've been doped up again. It was more like God or the Holy Spirit and something big, it felt.
I already knew someone had still been medicating me and I do believe my parents are involved. The night before last my Dad screamed at me and I thought he was even going to come after me but I turned around and said, "What are you going to do? beat me up?!!"
He was shouting, "STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING."
I said, "What am I DOING?"
He didn't even say what it was that I was "doing" that was so bad.
But he was furious and for the first time since I've been here, I thought he was going to do something. Instead of running away, and out of the sight of the public road or area where someone might see, I turned back and walked right up to his face and asked him "What are you going to do? Beat me UP?!!!" and he toned down and looked over to the road where I had glanced. I guess he thought twice.
Which is what a lot of people need to do from now on, regarding me....THINK TWICE before you start THREATENING me, DRUGGING me, and USING ME. THINK TWICE before you USE ME.
What I know, is that they know I'm being drugged and medicated and they are in on it.
And I had a patch of skin on my lower back about a week ago that was odd and now I have another whole section of skin that's the same, and I could tell by the feeling in my head that I had eaten something that was doped up.
All of my food and drink has come from my house and what I have in my place, or my parent's house. The only other thing I use that came from anywhere else is a face cream or moisterizer, and it doesn't have anything weird in it.
I have known I am still being medicated and doped up, because I'm not creative anymore like I used to be, and this is always something significant and apparent when I am NOT doped up. Also, I get angry easier but it is good anger, and healthy, and commensurate with the CRAP this country has allowed to me and my son.
This morning, after I had written this post (I came back to it), I brushed out my hair and had so much hair falling out it was in a baseball size ball. It was a ton of hair. I left it on the porch with a brick pinning this and the paper down which I wrote on to say, "Do not medicate me again. This is 1 day's worth of hair." (I guess that's what the U.S. likes to do to the "traditional Americans." Scalp them by falsely diagnosing them and trying to ruin their brains and minds. Getting family to go along with it.)
I knew something was wrong yesterday because my mom's printers have had all these problems and then she refused to sign a declaration agreeing there had been printer problems for a week.
That was the last straw. I said, "Then you're in on it."
My own mother was refusing to even confirm the printer had problems? I tried to get her to put it in writing because that's what she was saying to me, and I thought, "Anyone who tells me they can't sign a statement that truthfully confirms problems with 2 different printers at the same time is hiding something."
So I thought, "I have to get this in writing. I need to get my mom to confirm, in writing, that she is refusing to sign a Declaration about the broken and/or missing printers."
I told her she didn't have to say anything she was uncomfortable with. I have never, in my life, ever asked anyone to lie for me, or to say something that wasn't what they honestly felt or believed. So I said "If you don't want to say you know it affected my ability to get things out on time, that's fine. If you want to leave me out of it that's fine. All I'm asking for is for you to sign something that says yes, the printers had problems on such a date and it was both of them and that's it."
So she sent me an email that said she would, and then she got home and in person she refused.
She also had sent me email that suggested or confirmed I could print something from the house, now that the printer was working (supposedly), but when I sat down to do it, I was told to leave.
And that's when I lost it.
I said, "YOU are INVOLVED. There is NO reason why you wouldn't sign a statement just for printers, and keep me from getting this done, unless YOU were involved. What's wrong?! You and your family had something to do with Oliver being taken away from me? You don't want me to get the evidence that proves you had something to do with it?!!! Maybe THIS is why CANADIANS told me "DON'T CONTACT YOUR MOM." YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS."
So she refused to sign something about printers. I could not believe it. Then she refused to even let me print from the printer when it was working. I had to use change and quarters that I found lying around and my last $20.
Here's the thing. Either my mom and dad are "in on it" or they are doing what they're told to do and being blackmailed by the U.S. government and the mobsters who work with them.
And sure enough, I walk outside into this town, and it's just a circus, with people watching where I went, what I did, and the same idiots who have allowed torture of me trying to verify their govt. psychic predictions. The only plate number I wrote down was that of 2 cops driving by who passed me twice and made fun of me as they drove by.
I guess they get their orders from The Devil's Kitchen.
I grabbed the first thing out of my pocket and looking at it now, it's a business card for "Small Animals." For the Vetinarian Hospital. 249751 Oregon plates, black and white cop car. And the other number I have on here is from a different day and it's (if correct), 07056 Oregon. I have written next to it: "darkhaired woman behind van of idiot men saying "Wow"." At the time, I remembered, they appeared to be a group of either police or military and I guessed police and they had a woman who was connected to them who drove up very close to the van and I knew she was trying to protect them from my writing their plate number down after they harassed me.
I wrote down the cops because they had no excuse. They weren't even in civilian cars. They made fun of me from a government vehicle. 2 men, in a government vehicle, who made fun of me, and passed me twice to do it.
I haven't had anything to do with police in this town. But it's a good idea for me to be documenting how police feel free to harass me when they haven't even met me.
After these 2 officers harassed me from their govt. issued vehicle, I'm sure they knew where I was headed (the library) as it's the only place I go and guess who showed up? A cop. And then after that, another cop car pulled up and parked where I always walk across to go back.
They had 4 different police officers or their vehicles put in my path within a 2 hour period. And that's not including unmarked vehicles.
The cop who showed up in the library where I was already, was wearing a blue short sleeved shirt. Doing favors for Chris Rozollo or something guys? He talked to some woman who was checking me out the whole time and already there when I got there.
The 4th police vehicle was black and white and parked where I cross the street to get back to the house. I've made the same trip and gone the same route, every single time I've been out. So it's not like they're making guesses. There wasn't a cop in the car. So that's just sort of like making a sick point isn't it? Just parked there, when it wasn't there when I walked to the library, but there when I walk back?
It wasn't like there was a cop "looking out" for me. He just parked his vehicle there and left it, after another of the same type drove past me twice, harassing and making fun of me, and then showing up in the library.
I mailed off documents for my passport yesterday.
It was for their "second request" and the letter said it had to be sent or received within 90 days. So I sent it out on the last day that I had left, after having to pay to make copies and get it out. They sent the request to my wrong address and didn't send my birth certificate or photo back to the right place either, even after I called their offices in New Orleans. The last time I had called, I found out someone had not updated the computer for my new address, even though I gave it to them as soon as I moved to Coquille. Someone had deleted it or something and then a supervisor said it was just "hidden" in a different system. It wasn't "hidden". I had updated it to the normal system.
So I had to find my papers and I sent it off certified mail and wrote a note about how I had not received their letter at the date they put on it but here were my documents.
I kept my receipt showing I had sent it out within the timeframe it was supposed to be received. It was in U.S. government hands as of yesterday.
I am using the ugly photo because it shows what the U.S. did to me. My eyes are totally messed up and I have an unnatural expression on my face...Do I want a better photo? No. I want the truth out there like it is. Here is what the U.S. did to me. Let the world think whatever they want.
When I mailed off my motion to the court, to extend time (which I may have to amend for continuance or a different rule), I sent it in pre-stamped envelopes and then certified the one going to the State Appeals offices. When the clerk was taking my envelopes, she forgot they were already paid for and I said, "These are already paid for" when she started ringing them up. So she said, "You're right" and said she'd give me a stamp in return. So she gives me a stamp with a dog on it. I said, "No. I don't want this." I said, "Do you have something with a U.S. flag on it?" and she said "No." Then the said, "We have ones that say 'Celebrate'...." and I said, "No. I don't want that either--How about you give me something that's traditional American or you can reimburse me my money." So she reimbursed my money.
How about it, U.S.
You got something that looks the way it's supposed to look?
Because if you're "out" or don't have what you're supposed to have anymore, I want my fucking money back.
I was born in this country with U.S. citizenship and it means something or it doesn't. If you can't make good on what this country, or my citizenship, is supposed to be about, I think you owe me a REFUND.
What this country owes me and my son is a major settlement check for our damages.
I got home last night and put in "Blood Diamond" and watched it from the point of the white S. African guy (Daniel) telling the American journalist to "Piss off." I had left off there and written about how I had paused it, for a "pregnant pause."
Then after I filed my Motion describing withheld evidence by The State and U.S. federal government, I went back to "Blood Diamond" and watched from the "piss off" section to the part through the children being trained to be soldiers and abused, up to the part where they are listing off their names and what they do.
I just felt serious deep bad vibe. So I cut it off there and realized "yeah, I know what's happening to my son and I don't need to see more of this movie now." So I went to a VHS tape and it had stopped at a comedy and then 8 seconds was listed as a movie and then Mrs. Doubtfire. So I pressed fastforward, not seeing where it was going and then stop and play and there was a little boy with his arms raised up to the sky, all the way up. Both arms in the air, into a high "V".
I should say...I stopped "Blood Diamond" and then I prostrated myself on the floor and prayed to God. Next, I was fastforwarding the VHS tape and hit play at the boy with the high V. Nothing preceded it. I had stopped to the exact spot. And then I watched from here, to seeing his cowboy hat with the feather in it and he's riding a bull and someone says, "Okay now, bear down." He digs his heels into that bull.
Which made me think about a boy going from being exploited and used as a "soldier" to triumph. And I stopped to fastforward again but remembered the words "bear down" and how it lined up with what I had said about a pregnant pause.
From pregnant pause to bear down. And then I stopped at it was still 8 seconds and some talk but continued and then when I was at Mrs. Doubtfire it was at the part where Robin Williams is saying, "I will do anything to get my kids back. Anything."
And I still had this bad feeling into the comedy but after about an hour it went away. It stopped all at once.
I went to bed and woke up to the U.S. torturing me again. I didn't wake up naturally. I woke up to something pulsing my heart and causing my heart to have these sharp jabs and it was U.S. federal government.
And then I wrote this post, to the first sentence after writing about what happened at the post office yesterday, up to the first sentence about Blood Diamond, and I sat down in front of the heater because I was cold, and my Grandpa Garrett came to mind.
The U.S. is dealing with him.
I realized, this country is still having to deal with my Grandpa Robert Garrett, Sr.
I was thinking about what I had said to the post office clerk what I was told in reply. I asked for a U.S. flag. And the U.S. refused to give my Grandpa Garrett's kids a flag. Which is to say, something that looks like what it's supposed to look like. A real country. A true honoring of our certificate of birth. And the next thing I was saying, was then something that was "traditional American". And they didn't have that either. But I remembered, this morning, that for my birthday every year, my Grandpa Garrett sent me a traditional American card. The traditional Americans were the Native Americans that the U.S. Government killed, forced to relocate, tortured, exploited, and raped.
I realized, my Grandpa Garrett was psychic and he was one-up on and over the U.S. government.
And after all of HIS CONTRIBUTIONS to THIS COUNTRY, if the fucking U.S. government couldn't give his kids a FLAG, he didn't want one for his funeral either.
Why BOTHER.
He foresaw into the future and the U.S. has been exploiting and using his children and relatives just like they exploited the Native Americans, who were smart, hospitable, and tried to negotiate equal living and friendly trade. Not only that, they OWNED the land.
So I think when my Grandpa Garrett made some...let's say..."contributions"...to this country, if they couldn't even give his kids something that looked like a flag, how about a REFUND.
REIMBURSE me.
We want our money back, and YOU owe US.
They couldn't give me a U.S. flag, and they couldn't give me some thing traditional American, so I was given a full refund of my money that I gave to the government, after reminding them:
IT'S ALREADY BEEN PAID FOR
So you can either DO what you SAID you were going to do, or you can deal with a Robert Garrett, Sr. GHOST that you do NOT want to deal with.
And yeah, I tend to think God is backing that ghost.
So where's the backpay U.S.?
I believe my Grandfather put something into a pot that you're hiding.
Where's the refund?
You want to reimburse us for what we gave you and what you stole from us?
I have not seen a check for monies to each individual member of the Garrett family yet. We're waiting, by the way. We want our money. WHERE'S THE MONEY?!
You expect US to think WE owe YOU something?
WHERE is our FUCKING money.
We gave and you stole from us. YOU stole from US, not the other way around and get that straight.
Not only that, we all have these certificates of birth that are supposed to mean something.
So far, you haven't honored them.
What's wrong? something wrong with your credit?
You couldn't give us anything that resembles a "flag" and you don't even have anything that stands for honor that's traditional American. So we want a reimbursement for our money.
It is the U.S. that killed my Grandpa Garrett and they did it with the same technology they've been using against his kids and grandkids. His heart attacks were triggered by U.S. technology.
This country is being run by gangsters.
Which is why the only reason I was safe for a short while was to look like I was marrying into one of them.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Devil's Kitchen Owners Refuse To Pay Employee
I sent these owners a letter with my address and request to be paid for my work with them. They have not responded.
So now, I'm asking for the W-2 and the check.
I think they figured they could withhold my money from me and help the U.S. Department of State with keeping me from getting my passport stuff expedited in time.
There is no excuse for an employer withholding payment from an employee. I worked for them over a month ago and mailed back their menu with my address and request for payment and they've had plenty of time. At least 2 weeks.
So, I'm still sending my passport information and it's going out today.
I thought it was really interesting, because I called the New Orleans, LA Dept. of State passport people and they lied to me and said they were not able to tell me what date I had to have my "additional information" sent in by.
They lied. They said there was no supervisor to help me either.
So now, I'm asking for the W-2 and the check.
I think they figured they could withhold my money from me and help the U.S. Department of State with keeping me from getting my passport stuff expedited in time.
There is no excuse for an employer withholding payment from an employee. I worked for them over a month ago and mailed back their menu with my address and request for payment and they've had plenty of time. At least 2 weeks.
So, I'm still sending my passport information and it's going out today.
I thought it was really interesting, because I called the New Orleans, LA Dept. of State passport people and they lied to me and said they were not able to tell me what date I had to have my "additional information" sent in by.
They lied. They said there was no supervisor to help me either.
Copy of My Motion To Extend Time (before ammendments)
Motion To Extend Time
Your Honor,
I am attempting to make a motion Pro Se, for an extension of time, per RAP 18.8, or if this does not fit, per whichever rule that the Judge may see fits, in the discretion of the court.
I have not requested even one extension of time, to date, throughout this entire process. I have attempted, several times, to communicate with the lawyers for this Appeal, and told them there was evidence that they needed to request, which has been withheld from the court.
Not having this evidence on the record makes my Appeal weaker than it should or could be. And this is evidence that The State of Washington knowingly withheld from the defense, and even admitted to withholding, on the record, in the hearings for termination.
I told my first Appeals attorney, Tanesha, about it. I asked her to please request this evidence for my Appeal because it is relevant and crucial to a full understanding of my case. She refused. She told me she didn’t have money to request it. Then my case was transferred to the Koch firm and they did not even bother to notify me that they had taken my case. In fact, they refused to even contact me prior to making their case for Appeal.
I had the right to review their motion and speak with them before they put forth an argument and they didn’t bother to contact me. I found out about them, over a month later and when I called to introduce myself or even find out who they were, they refused to talk to me. I kept calling and no one returned my calls. Finally, I reached someone and I was cut short. In total, with all my attempts to communicate, I’ve had a total of 40 minutes or less of talk-time with my Appeals attorneys. They refused to communicate with me by email even though they knew I couldn’t afford to pay for regular mail as well.
I kept trying to tell them, that the State of Washington withheld evidence--some of the evidence they even admitted to withholding and it was crucial to the entire case of removing my son from me.
If The State of Washington had given my first public defenders all of the evidence they had, as they were supposed to, this would have never been a case at all. They had no case. Instead, they lied, obstructed justice and withheld evidence they knew helped me, and then they lied even more to try to justify what they had done.
The public defenders that I have been assigned by The State of Washington have also had conflicts of interest. It’s not that I didn’t get along with them or didn’t like their personalities.
They were refusing to file even some of the records I did have with me, which were pertinent, and because they kept me from filing these things and obstructing me, my paper record is significantly weaker than it should be. For example, the State accused me of having mental illness or being delusional about medical issues that weren’t “real”. I had medical records which proved all the medical problems. I asked my public defenders to file this, to prove I wasn’t crazy. They refused. So as a result, when they had me assigned to a “psych eval” over a year later, they told the State paid psychologist I was crazy and there was nothing in the record or files to counter the defamation. As a result, the psychologist took only excerpts the State wanted her to see, and my public defenders and the State made no effort to show her the records which proved they were lying and that I was not delusional and “imagining” having physical problems from a childbirth malpractice, or that my son was.
They also withheld from this State lawyer, and from my own defense, mental health records they already had of me, from a counselor I went to paid for by the State, and 2 psychologists who were paid by the State to evaluate me. All three mental health professionals stated in records that I did not have any mental illness. However, when I told my public defenders about these records, they made no attempt to obtain them. Not only that, CPS and the AG had these records themselves, and they did not share this discovery with any public defender.
The evidence of mental health records which stated I had no mental illness, could have been used to show the State-paid psychologist what my mental health history was. But the State wanted to hide all of this from others, and from the paper record that could be appealed or called into question.
Another form of evidence the State admitted to withholding, and only revealed to me at the Termination Trial, was photographs of the condition of the interior and exterior of my house.
They had written a report for getting a Protective Order to take my son from me, and claimed, for example, that there was “4 feet of garbage around the exterior of the house.” There was not any level of garbage lying around the outside or inside of the house like this. What the photos would have shown, is a couple of sealed, plastic and tied up garbage bags sitting at a distance from the house near a burning barrel that, when stood upright, were maybe 1-2 feet tall. It was normal. But because the State withheld these photos, I had no way to prove their lies and deliberately gross exaggerations.
The State not only withheld mental health records that stated I was not mentally ill, and photos of the condition of my house, they also withheld other materials that were not privileged and were crucial to my defense.
For example, before they took my child from me, CPS/AG and DSHS first offered to pay for me and my son to leave Washington State. They attempted to bribe me to leave and said they would pay all traveling and moving expenses for me to relocate, with my son, to Utah. This offer was made by the AG of Washington State, Ms. Bridges, and Tina Thornton. I had told people I was trying to get a law firm to sue for medical malpractice damages to me and my son in childbirth. The only jurisdiction that would help us with this was Washington. I was bribed and pressured to leave Washington state, and when I turned it down and refused, they tried to kick me off of benefits and take my son from me.
I had requested all DSHS records, in writing, about 10 times. This was before any kind of complaint was even made. I had a right to copies of any and all DSHS records about me. To this day, my request has been refused and this evidence withheld. The reason I asked for the records was because I believed my calls and contacts about my plans and the offer by CPS would be contained there. I also felt that anything showing I was a good mother, and regarding my compliance with any requests for benefits, would be shown as well. Not only this, but because I had won litigation against DSHS prior their taking of my son, I believed I was going to be able to show a malicious motive for going after me and lying to do it. Not only were DSHS records about social benefits and CPS withheld, but my attempts to get assistance for temporary SSI disability for my medical damages from childbirth…all those records were withheld too. I had asked DSHS to help me with getting a physical and evaluation for physical temporary SSI because my damages and injuries in childbirth were severe and prevented me from work. They obstructed my attempt. At the time, they knew I was looking for a law firm and planning to sue, so I don’t know if this is why they refused to help me when I made the request (in writing and by phone).
Other evidence that was withheld which is not privileged and would have helped my case is police records. Police records that the AG had, about me and my son, were not privileged and should have been turned over to the defense. Records with the Canadian immigration and law enforcement were also not privileged and they should have been turned over to the defense. While communications between the AG and CPS are privileged, the communications with police or law enforcement are not. They knew this, and they withheld this evidence from the defense.
If they turned the evidence over, it would have shown they had illegally attempted to kidnap my son from me while I was legally out of the country and had sole legal guardianship of my son.
They also would have shown what kind of defamatory materials and things were said about me which would have shown malicious motive. Not only that, even claims they made to Canada about how I was on the run from the biological father could have been proven to be deliberate defamation because the DSHS records would have shown the State already knew there was no father of interest and child custody and child support departments had already contacted me and cleared this and I was the only legal guardian. By lying and saying I was on the run from a father or that I was kidnapping my own child, they defamed me knowingly and this would have helped my case because I could show malicious motive going beyond any kind of “absolute” or “limited” immunity privilege. Their conduct and the records they withheld proved they acted outside of the scope of their duties and sought to extend their powers over the borders of The United States of America to Canada.
I was defamed, defrauded, and placed under a false arrest because of these knowingly malicious lies.
They withheld evidence that proved they overstepped their boundaries and colluded to have me put under false arrest. There was no international treaty or agreement between the U.S. or Canada that provided for them to take my child from me when we were out of the country.
The State withheld so many different forms of evidence, I am prepared to make a list.
If it seems I’ve had problems with public defenders, it’s because they were not doing their job, not because I’m a difficult person to work with. All of these forms of evidence should have been requested by my public defenders and should have been voluntarily handed over by the State of Washington. I did not know about all of the evidence withheld until Termination Trial.
Not only did I have incompetent public defenders who had conflicts of interest, I was refused any kind of legal help or attorney for over a year, and during this time, CPS and the AG created a paper snowstorm to benefit themselves.
Finally, I had over a year of physical medical problems of miscarriage and frequent subsequent hospitalizations. This prevented me from addressing the legal system on my own and when I recovered and asked my public defender to put this information in the record, they refused.
It is true that I should have had a lawyer representing me for Termination proceedings.
It is also true that there are very serious infractions which have been committed by The State of Washington which none of the public defenders or Appellate attorneys have been willing to address or put into the paper record.
I believe leaving this information out, about all of the crucial evidence that was deliberately withheld, is significant.
I feel I have the right to have this discovery before an argument for Appeal is even made and I have asked and asked to no avail. I also feel that this evidence will show the appropriate action for the State to take, upon examination, is to throw out the entire case, and return my son to me at once.
CPS had offered to throw out my case in the beginning, and they decided instead to hide the evidence and lie and commit crimes to cover what they had done.
I have not been able to address the court until now because I was forced into homelessness, and repeatedly drugged and medicated and assaulted. I was also in and out of the hospital during this time, for various reasons. I had my legal records repeatedly stolen from me and no secure place for making any kind of collection of things and an argument.
Even recently, the printers at both home and office were disappearing from the computer and burning out in this last week, after I made a statement to my attorneys and online that I was going to make a motion to the court. I am attaching a declaration so this court knows that I was trying to submit something earlier but was prevented from doing so. There is a library but I do not have money for printing.
I only recently was able to return to live near family and have a stable place to live and get off of whatever medications and drugs had been given to me.
My request for an Extention of Time is to allow me to further address the court about the discovery I should have before a hearing for Appeal is made. It is not fair to me or my son and prejudices my case to have this evidence out of the record.
It also strengthens my argument about why I had problems with some public defenders and also makes the grounds for my Appeal sustainable on more than one level.
Another example: one form of evidence withheld from me is records of my son’s health and his medical records. The State made dishonest claims about his health and what it was after and during my care, and this material was relevant and not privileged and it was withheld from me. None of my public defenders sought to obtain this evidence for my defense even though I repeatedly requested it and it was not within my power to obtain as I no longer had guardianship at that point.
I need more time Your Honor, and as this is the first and only request I’ve made to the Appeals court, I ask that you grant my request. I also ask that you encourage my Appeals attorneys to help me obtain the evidence the State has withheld, or if they continue to refuse, to allow me additional time for making motions to compel discovery and evidence.
Thank You for your time and consideration of this matter.
Sincerely,
Cameo Garrett
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