At about 11:10 p.m., my son and I were just now hit.
My son woke up to writhe and suck his thumb and cry. He couldn't stop. I could hear his stomach without my ear anywhere near it. He passed gas and it was foul.
I felt the hit at the exact same time. My head with a pressure crackling and then my stomach. I felt the sickness and the gas. I was on 3X the amount of medication because I'm having a migraine. I was sleeping well until my son and I woke the same time and then my migraine was worse.
My son took a bottle. I notice I and my son both feel dehydrated and thirsty at these times.
Some others were going down the hall to their rooms at the same time. Makes me wonder...But they were here before me, I think. Need to check. Certain it's from outside but I don't see or hear cars.
Someone will try to kill us next. And no one is doing anything to help us; won't believe this is real. Someone needs to monitor what's going on where I live with a satellite or something.
Monday, January 21, 2008
It's the Tazers
The horrible problems are definitly from some kind of stun gun and/or other radiation. I noticed I have had some of the sudden ache/pain problems while on the road in my car, but nothing like AT home, where I was so dizzy and almost passed out and then my vision is blurry. I did a google search for effects of stun guns, and several medical things came up. It absolutely fits. I'll put the links here. What's sad is that my son has been affected as well.
I left the house and decided we needed a vacation. So we are somewhere else. Perhaps we will return soon if there is no reason to make me want to stay away. If so, we will return by Feb. 4, 2008.
In the meantime, while on the road, TWICE both my son and I jerked and my son cried out loud from our seats in the car. He began sucking his thumb and whimpering and I felt immediate pain and the ache and severe stomach problems that feel like ulcers and upset. It's like something is burning inside. Most of the time on the road, no problems, but this happened when there was a car behind us, very close, and I pulled over to let them pass, or when someone was passing by. I have been literally almost going nuts trying to figure out the source of the health problems. I blame my narcotics, and then blame something else. I've been so confused and everything seems too unreal. But it's very real and we've suffered enough.
I haven't been able to function as a normal person the pain and then weaknesses is so great. So, I got us out of the house, and took the narcotics as directed, and felt normal. Until we got "hit" at the same time. I knew it wasn't the medication because I had taken them and my general chronic pain had subsided. They were working, though I felt I still needed Advil and Tylenol. We were hit before I took the painpills and afterwards, and both times, the severity of the pain lasted about a 1/2 hour.
I noticed something strange when I pulled into a new town. It is far away from where we go normally, and as I was driving an isolated road, I noticed this guy driving by, looking at me. I felt the shock of pain and my son too, right when he was behind me and starting to drive by. And then he wanted to look at me. I was shocked because HE was the same guy I saw doing this same thing, almost a year ago, when my son quit talking and we were having similar problems. My grandfather says I never mentioned having these problems before, but for one thing, it was NEVER as severe as in the last 3 months or more, AND, I DID recognize something was wrong, because when we started having lots of pain and ache and inexplicable muscle cramps and twitching, my son and I both, almost seizure like, a year ago, I called poison control later or an EPA type organization and asked about organophosphates or something that could cause this. I wasn't thinking, then, that it could be radiation of some kind, and/or combined stun gun. Anyway, when I saw this same guy then, he did the same thing, drove behind for a long time, and then pulled away and last time he was laughing in a hateful way. I don't know how to describe it. This time, he wasn't laughing. He looked serious, and guilty. It was like he was looking for the expressions on our faces, or our reactions. He drove a 70s style sedan that was maroon and he had brown hair in a ponytail, in his 40s or more. He looks very native american but maybe something else. Angular face.
Then I got to our "vacation home" and we had ZERO of the suffering we were having at my house. I might add, none of the traffic either. It was gone. All the pain and weird stuff was completely gone. Until 4:00 a.m. exactly last night. My son woke with a start, crying out and jerking with pain. He cried for awhile and took a bottle, arching his back. I could hear his stomach gurgling. I've noticed his and my stomach hurt and gurgle when this happens, but it's not like hunger pains. We've already eaten usually, and it's a faster and more active type of activity. And for me, it feels like the lining is burning up with acid. From pelvis to just below ribcage. So it happened at 4 a.m. and I wondered where it came from. Went back to bed. Happened again at exactly 5 a.m. Same response in my son. Then at 6 a.m., and finally, at 7 a.m. 4 times, exactly one hour apart. I knew it wasn't my medication. My medication doesn't "wear off" on an hourly basis and my SON doesn't wake up screaming or whimpering in pain, on a schedule like that. I knew someone knew where we were. After the first "hit", I heard others next door wake up and talk too. Others in the house, who had been sleeping soundly before. We all woke at the same time. Of course, I'm not going to ask them about it or explain it--it was probably random for them but I knew the feelings.
So I knew if someone kept doing this, others would feel it too. If it's not directed precisely or can't be. And all day today, neither my son nor I have had ANY of the pain and suffering we were having before, or bad aches and stomach pangs. This is completely not normal AND I still have the same medication, which is a narcotic, and it was working FINE, like it should and normally, barring the other bizarre stuff, does. So I knew I could completely rule out these meds. I'm not on anything except narcotics! Or maybe Neurontin? I don't know...All I know is that regardless, the horrible pain, which comes like a "hit" and disappears very slowly while causing severe pain, is not caused by my medication. And, that guy who was so interested in mocking me and driving alongside my car yesterday, was the same one from a year ago, not that only one person is involved. I know more than one individual is involved in this.
I think about an incident at Walmart. I was standing in line at the return counter. I was holding my son, and he was holding a balloon. They had just blown the balloon up and given it to him. A regular non-mylar yellow balloon. I was facing forward and took the balloon from my son and held it close to my chest, with the string taught. Someone behind me asked me a question and I turned to answer. As my body turned to answer this person, the balloon popped for no reason. It wasn't tangled and no one touched it. It was like someone hit it with a pin. The crazy part, is that some guy was down on the end of the room, and HE jumped a little when I looked at him right when the balloon popped. He was holding something inside his jacket and closed it up and turned. He looked caught but I didn't know why. It was so weird. He had the guiltiest look on his face. It crossed my mind that someone had just shot a thin dart my way, or SOMETHING, because of his reaction, like he knew he'd done something, and looked on the floor but nothing was on the floor. All alone, this anecdone doesn't stand up to anything, but put all of these experiences together, and it will form a picture.
Also, this day and yesterday were major stressful days. But no weird pains for the entire day, unlike before when I couldn't hardly breathe anymore without pain.
I have to go back and refer to this last sentence. It is now 5:15 p.m. Right after I started writing the above sentence, at exactly 5:00 p.m., my son woke in the next room screaming. I am at the other end of the house. I got up and went to him and he was sitting crouched over, head down, sobbing, and still. I went to him and he arched his back and acted like he was in pain. I wondered if someone targeted that side and it didn't reach me. I'm not saying my son and I don't have pain at different times, of course not, but I am starting to realize his tummy hurts and this gurgling thing is from whatever hits him. I can tell the difference between a temper tantrum and pain response. In my own son, whom I'm with all day, every day, of course. I put my head to his tummy and he cringed and cried out, as if it hurt to touch or apply pressure. He cried and arched his back like this, for 10 minutes and then calmed down and I could hear his tummy. I could hear his tummy without putting my ear to it.
This stuff is not normal. It's just that by the time I get me or my son to the ER, the worst of the pain is gone and we start to feel normal, as if nothing's wrong at all. It takes about 20 minutes to get from my old house to the ER, and after we wait through getting checked in and into a room, it's been 40 minutes to an hour and we feel 70% better. Unless it's been happening all day, and in that case, I'm miserable the whole time. I could STILL feel some relief getting away, but then the other day, we went back to the house, and some traffic was going by, and it was all day. I was in so much pain and cramping, and severe, severe, ache and weakness, I couldn't function.
I got away and now we're fine?! Except for specific "hits"? In general, in the last day, I and my son, we've had a couple of hits at night, last night, and maybe my son just now, not totally sure about just now...but my strength is coming back, and my health restored and the narcotics WORK and I'm not acting like a raving lunatic? I mean, I get so sick, that now, when I feel better, I realize I'm totally disoriented. I'm so out of it and confused and then have extreme mood swings. My son too. But then I get away and feel rational and things make sense?
I thought the medications were killing me. Killing my back and spine and stomach. The doctors wrote me off, saying the pain was in my head and thinking it was weird I was saying my son had it at the same time. The medications were not killing me. They work on normal pain. But we/are having abnormal pain. This kind of thing is used in warfare, to disable but not kill people. But it can kill too. Someone has been trying, I believe, to torture me and my son. I am positive his loss of speech is because of this. There is no way he could keep language when his brain and neurowaves were being scrambled and fried.
I read up on the effects of stun guns/Tasers, and it fits. It may be something a little different, or smaller, or maybe a couple of things put together that do slightly different things. I will post the links to the information about the health effects of these kinds of weapons,
I left the house and decided we needed a vacation. So we are somewhere else. Perhaps we will return soon if there is no reason to make me want to stay away. If so, we will return by Feb. 4, 2008.
In the meantime, while on the road, TWICE both my son and I jerked and my son cried out loud from our seats in the car. He began sucking his thumb and whimpering and I felt immediate pain and the ache and severe stomach problems that feel like ulcers and upset. It's like something is burning inside. Most of the time on the road, no problems, but this happened when there was a car behind us, very close, and I pulled over to let them pass, or when someone was passing by. I have been literally almost going nuts trying to figure out the source of the health problems. I blame my narcotics, and then blame something else. I've been so confused and everything seems too unreal. But it's very real and we've suffered enough.
I haven't been able to function as a normal person the pain and then weaknesses is so great. So, I got us out of the house, and took the narcotics as directed, and felt normal. Until we got "hit" at the same time. I knew it wasn't the medication because I had taken them and my general chronic pain had subsided. They were working, though I felt I still needed Advil and Tylenol. We were hit before I took the painpills and afterwards, and both times, the severity of the pain lasted about a 1/2 hour.
I noticed something strange when I pulled into a new town. It is far away from where we go normally, and as I was driving an isolated road, I noticed this guy driving by, looking at me. I felt the shock of pain and my son too, right when he was behind me and starting to drive by. And then he wanted to look at me. I was shocked because HE was the same guy I saw doing this same thing, almost a year ago, when my son quit talking and we were having similar problems. My grandfather says I never mentioned having these problems before, but for one thing, it was NEVER as severe as in the last 3 months or more, AND, I DID recognize something was wrong, because when we started having lots of pain and ache and inexplicable muscle cramps and twitching, my son and I both, almost seizure like, a year ago, I called poison control later or an EPA type organization and asked about organophosphates or something that could cause this. I wasn't thinking, then, that it could be radiation of some kind, and/or combined stun gun. Anyway, when I saw this same guy then, he did the same thing, drove behind for a long time, and then pulled away and last time he was laughing in a hateful way. I don't know how to describe it. This time, he wasn't laughing. He looked serious, and guilty. It was like he was looking for the expressions on our faces, or our reactions. He drove a 70s style sedan that was maroon and he had brown hair in a ponytail, in his 40s or more. He looks very native american but maybe something else. Angular face.
Then I got to our "vacation home" and we had ZERO of the suffering we were having at my house. I might add, none of the traffic either. It was gone. All the pain and weird stuff was completely gone. Until 4:00 a.m. exactly last night. My son woke with a start, crying out and jerking with pain. He cried for awhile and took a bottle, arching his back. I could hear his stomach gurgling. I've noticed his and my stomach hurt and gurgle when this happens, but it's not like hunger pains. We've already eaten usually, and it's a faster and more active type of activity. And for me, it feels like the lining is burning up with acid. From pelvis to just below ribcage. So it happened at 4 a.m. and I wondered where it came from. Went back to bed. Happened again at exactly 5 a.m. Same response in my son. Then at 6 a.m., and finally, at 7 a.m. 4 times, exactly one hour apart. I knew it wasn't my medication. My medication doesn't "wear off" on an hourly basis and my SON doesn't wake up screaming or whimpering in pain, on a schedule like that. I knew someone knew where we were. After the first "hit", I heard others next door wake up and talk too. Others in the house, who had been sleeping soundly before. We all woke at the same time. Of course, I'm not going to ask them about it or explain it--it was probably random for them but I knew the feelings.
So I knew if someone kept doing this, others would feel it too. If it's not directed precisely or can't be. And all day today, neither my son nor I have had ANY of the pain and suffering we were having before, or bad aches and stomach pangs. This is completely not normal AND I still have the same medication, which is a narcotic, and it was working FINE, like it should and normally, barring the other bizarre stuff, does. So I knew I could completely rule out these meds. I'm not on anything except narcotics! Or maybe Neurontin? I don't know...All I know is that regardless, the horrible pain, which comes like a "hit" and disappears very slowly while causing severe pain, is not caused by my medication. And, that guy who was so interested in mocking me and driving alongside my car yesterday, was the same one from a year ago, not that only one person is involved. I know more than one individual is involved in this.
I think about an incident at Walmart. I was standing in line at the return counter. I was holding my son, and he was holding a balloon. They had just blown the balloon up and given it to him. A regular non-mylar yellow balloon. I was facing forward and took the balloon from my son and held it close to my chest, with the string taught. Someone behind me asked me a question and I turned to answer. As my body turned to answer this person, the balloon popped for no reason. It wasn't tangled and no one touched it. It was like someone hit it with a pin. The crazy part, is that some guy was down on the end of the room, and HE jumped a little when I looked at him right when the balloon popped. He was holding something inside his jacket and closed it up and turned. He looked caught but I didn't know why. It was so weird. He had the guiltiest look on his face. It crossed my mind that someone had just shot a thin dart my way, or SOMETHING, because of his reaction, like he knew he'd done something, and looked on the floor but nothing was on the floor. All alone, this anecdone doesn't stand up to anything, but put all of these experiences together, and it will form a picture.
Also, this day and yesterday were major stressful days. But no weird pains for the entire day, unlike before when I couldn't hardly breathe anymore without pain.
I have to go back and refer to this last sentence. It is now 5:15 p.m. Right after I started writing the above sentence, at exactly 5:00 p.m., my son woke in the next room screaming. I am at the other end of the house. I got up and went to him and he was sitting crouched over, head down, sobbing, and still. I went to him and he arched his back and acted like he was in pain. I wondered if someone targeted that side and it didn't reach me. I'm not saying my son and I don't have pain at different times, of course not, but I am starting to realize his tummy hurts and this gurgling thing is from whatever hits him. I can tell the difference between a temper tantrum and pain response. In my own son, whom I'm with all day, every day, of course. I put my head to his tummy and he cringed and cried out, as if it hurt to touch or apply pressure. He cried and arched his back like this, for 10 minutes and then calmed down and I could hear his tummy. I could hear his tummy without putting my ear to it.
This stuff is not normal. It's just that by the time I get me or my son to the ER, the worst of the pain is gone and we start to feel normal, as if nothing's wrong at all. It takes about 20 minutes to get from my old house to the ER, and after we wait through getting checked in and into a room, it's been 40 minutes to an hour and we feel 70% better. Unless it's been happening all day, and in that case, I'm miserable the whole time. I could STILL feel some relief getting away, but then the other day, we went back to the house, and some traffic was going by, and it was all day. I was in so much pain and cramping, and severe, severe, ache and weakness, I couldn't function.
I got away and now we're fine?! Except for specific "hits"? In general, in the last day, I and my son, we've had a couple of hits at night, last night, and maybe my son just now, not totally sure about just now...but my strength is coming back, and my health restored and the narcotics WORK and I'm not acting like a raving lunatic? I mean, I get so sick, that now, when I feel better, I realize I'm totally disoriented. I'm so out of it and confused and then have extreme mood swings. My son too. But then I get away and feel rational and things make sense?
I thought the medications were killing me. Killing my back and spine and stomach. The doctors wrote me off, saying the pain was in my head and thinking it was weird I was saying my son had it at the same time. The medications were not killing me. They work on normal pain. But we/are having abnormal pain. This kind of thing is used in warfare, to disable but not kill people. But it can kill too. Someone has been trying, I believe, to torture me and my son. I am positive his loss of speech is because of this. There is no way he could keep language when his brain and neurowaves were being scrambled and fried.
I read up on the effects of stun guns/Tasers, and it fits. It may be something a little different, or smaller, or maybe a couple of things put together that do slightly different things. I will post the links to the information about the health effects of these kinds of weapons,
Sunday, January 20, 2008
NOT on Antipsychotic Drugs
I found out, no, I'm not taking an antipsychotic drug. But the pain was so severe and I became so ill again, that I went to the ER last night. I am finding that it takes about a half hour away from this house, to feel better (symptoms to go away) if I'm feeling the symptoms in a mild-moderate way. It is NOT my chronic pain stuff. This is different and the reason I vacillate about what is in the narcotics, is because they don't work AT ALL when I have the other nausea and pain. Last night my entire stomach felt like it was one big ulcer but then it went away after an hour away from the house. My stress doesn't "change" getting away from this house. I love living out here and it has nothing to do with my mindset or stress. It's not a reaction to cabin fever because I'm perfectly happy to be at home. I am noticing EVERY single time I get away from the house, such as spending a night somewhere else, both I AND my son feel better. We don't have muscle spasms and my son has no pain and isn't fussy.
I spend a night away from the house and my entire health returns to normal and the narcotics "work" like narcotics and fix the regular chronic pain. But as soon as I come back to the house, the extreme backache and other things come back. It doesn't add up.
I have almost BECOME crazy, just trying to figure out the source and reason for I and my sons symptoms. It has to do with something in this environment or something that targets this environment, because elsewhere we are fine.
There is no such thing as a "haunted house", but given all the hacking problems, I have seen the evidence for harassment. If someone or some group is that interested in sitting on my line or watching and waiting for me to bring a new computer home to hack before I'm ever online, someone has a serious interest in causing distress and problems for us.
I don't know what it is that causes, exactly, the pain and feelings of being "hit" when it happens. All I know is that it only happens here, and is so bad I feel like I'm dying and my son too.
That's the whole story on the narcotics and pain. I try this medication outside of the house and it doesn't really seem to work like the narcotics used to...it seems more like a Neurontin or something, but the other weird stuff does NOT happen.
I have been back at the house less than 15 minutes and already I'm feeling the stomach upset, that feels like ulcers in the lining of my stomach, severe and deep back and spine ache, some crackling sensation in my head, and other stomach pain. My son was also very happy and energetic before and within 10 minutes, he was holding his stomach. AND his battery operated toy was going off by itself about 5 minutes ago and he wasn't near it. Whatever is being used to trigger battery operated toys, I believe, is triggering the health problems. And, like the computer tech said, it has to be something very powerful, sophisticated, and hazardous to our health.
There is no explanation for feeling doubled up when I come back here. I love living out here. THere are no negative associations. Even if we are in the car driving around or in a family member's house all alone, we are fine.
I spend a night away from the house and my entire health returns to normal and the narcotics "work" like narcotics and fix the regular chronic pain. But as soon as I come back to the house, the extreme backache and other things come back. It doesn't add up.
I have almost BECOME crazy, just trying to figure out the source and reason for I and my sons symptoms. It has to do with something in this environment or something that targets this environment, because elsewhere we are fine.
There is no such thing as a "haunted house", but given all the hacking problems, I have seen the evidence for harassment. If someone or some group is that interested in sitting on my line or watching and waiting for me to bring a new computer home to hack before I'm ever online, someone has a serious interest in causing distress and problems for us.
I don't know what it is that causes, exactly, the pain and feelings of being "hit" when it happens. All I know is that it only happens here, and is so bad I feel like I'm dying and my son too.
That's the whole story on the narcotics and pain. I try this medication outside of the house and it doesn't really seem to work like the narcotics used to...it seems more like a Neurontin or something, but the other weird stuff does NOT happen.
I have been back at the house less than 15 minutes and already I'm feeling the stomach upset, that feels like ulcers in the lining of my stomach, severe and deep back and spine ache, some crackling sensation in my head, and other stomach pain. My son was also very happy and energetic before and within 10 minutes, he was holding his stomach. AND his battery operated toy was going off by itself about 5 minutes ago and he wasn't near it. Whatever is being used to trigger battery operated toys, I believe, is triggering the health problems. And, like the computer tech said, it has to be something very powerful, sophisticated, and hazardous to our health.
There is no explanation for feeling doubled up when I come back here. I love living out here. THere are no negative associations. Even if we are in the car driving around or in a family member's house all alone, we are fine.
Set Up By The Catholic Church & FBI: Some Names and Connections
I went to the ER because of the "hit" and as soon as I get there, I'm thinking, no, this has to be these crappy meds. Because I tried to take a little "Percocet" after feeling severe pain (which is what I mean when I say hit) and dizziness, and it is going to my head again and making me feel worse. I am finding myself trying not to grind my teeth. This has to be some kind of major antipsychotic drug.
I found something else out. I JUST NOW found legal papers at my door (I come through my front door, not the side door where the papers were) and it's a legal thing from Dr. Freed's clinic for injunction. He claims I disturb the peace. All this, after I have problems with these guys first.
I'm sick to my stomach because now I know for a fact that I am, indeed, on some heavy drug, and Dr. Freed is the one who prescribed it. HE and his clinic have filed this legal action and HE dares to act as my PCP and put me on something that makes me weak, sick, and unable to function. I hurt so bad, every day. But he put me on this crap, knowing it hurts me, and here he is with MOTIVE.
If I felt better, I could explain all the things that happened to ME by these medical professionals, when I first came into town. But I'm very, very, sick, and it isn't me and it's not my fault but these medications and no one except Freed is handling this. The other doctors WANTED Freed to be on my care, because they knew from the start he would work with them and against me.
All of this works for his lawyers and what they want to do. I told my parents long ago, when I first had problems with ANYONE, which was Catholic church clergy, that what this church and their lawyers were doing and did to me would snowball and allow other people to do the same thing, and point fingers at me. I have predicted, ahead of time, almost every single thing that has happened to me and my son. I knew I needed a lawyer a long, long, time ago.
Then, this church used FBI that was also Catholic, to malign me further, and I was set up. I found out some MAJOR links between Catholic church lawyers, a former "friend" I had, and a couple of FBI individuals who introduced themselves to me in 2004, and assaulted me. They were connected, and some by marriage. This friend that I thought was my friend, obtained information from me for over 6 years, to use against me. I even had medical records disappear from my house after she stayed the night, but I didn't suspect her. I told her I was moving out of the area and would start over elsewhere and prove that all the problems were with the Catholic church, and not ME. She asked where I was going, what my plans were, who I would stay with, names of people I knew, medical community connections...She wanted to know everything ahead of time so they could plant seeds in Wenatchee to make sure my life was screwed up here by planting the right people to say the wrong things and write crap into my record.
If they could get others, especially seemingly "non-catholic" groups to malign me and believe the disinformation, they would get off and be justified for what they did to me, some of which was criminal.
I knew about the politics and yet because what I've been through is so beyond the experiences of most people, I knew hardly anyone would be able to relate.
At this point, I am completely screwed. It is even too late to bring out the crap I know about the FBI and catholic church lawyer connections. I don't even have time. I know what's coming ahead.
Here are some names, since I may not have enough time to write the whole timeline:
1. Br. Ansgar Santogrossi, OSB and Fr. Joachim McCann, OSB (clergy with family ties to the East Coast and high positions within the catholic church),
2. Abbot Nathan Zodrow. Zodrow was raised in Waterville, WA, which is right next to Wenatchee, and he has connections in this area. He was/is the Abbot for the monastery where Ansgar and Joachim were, and where my problems began,
3. Christa Schneider. The "friend" and great actress who pretended to be born again and yet was working for the catholic church lawyers all along. I found out in November 2007 that she had never lived in Eugene, OR, for the year she told me she did, and hadn't lived in New York at the exact time she said she was there. She had been in Portland, Oregon all along, working for the Catholic church lawyer and lying to me. Her parents are Debra and Rob Schneider, of Wilsonville, OR. Rob Schneider used to be a U.S. Prosecuting Attorney and is now in business. They are all baptized catholic but showed up at my protestant church after I started having problems with the monastery guys. I noticed them because the church was small. I remember the exact day I saw them and what year it was: 2000. Christa has tried to place herself at the church or in my life BEFORE I met the monks, but it was afterwards. She is directly connected to Dick Whittemore and his family and all her friends are Catholic and have some roots in catholic fraternal groups. Everything I told Christa was leaked to the lawyers and I didn't suspect her for sure until a year ago when she wrote me an email telling me to call her because she'd met some undercover spies in New York and knew I'd be interested in hearing about it. She is a rational person who wouldn't believe in an undercover spy revealing himself to her, but the email was a mockery. I had met the FBI guys, Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza, after I told Christa my last dream was to join the FBI and work as a lawyer to kill corporate crime. I was in the top 10% of my college and almost halfway through my Senior year of college with honors. I was planning to apply to law school and then join the FBI through the lawyer-referral program. Right after I told her this, when she knew I would be at a courthouse at a particular time, Raul Bujanda, an FBI agent from the Portland field office, was there and introduced himself to me. Then he said he wanted me to meet his "boss", Armando Garza, as if they were recruiting me. Garza told me they WERE recruiting me and asked me to have tequila shots with him (I figured it was business bonding in a way), got me drunk, and then instead of dropping me off at my apartment as I asked, they forced their way into my apartment and sexually assaulted me. For the longest time I didn't even know that what they had done was considered sexual assault. I thought maybe it was misconduct but didn't learn about the definition and the law until over a year later, in December 2006, when I sought the assistance of a domestic abuse/rape crisis worker and learned what had happened to me was not just "internal misconduct" as the FBI put it to me, but "Sex Abuse" in the 1st, according to Oregon law. Christa worked hard to get me to start drinking by going out with her and buying me drinks (I never drank until I met her, which was when I was 26 years old) and tried to get me to smoke too. I ended up drinking some, but never took up smoking. She also set me up in several dangerous situations where I was under the influence, and arranged for another rich Catholic church member/friend of Whittemore's, to try to seduce me. His name was Beau Blixseth and he was in my classes every term and took me out and tried to get me to have a fling with him and take hotel rooms, etc., while he still had a longtime girlfriend.
3 b. Beau Blixseth's father is Tim Blixseth, who is a billionare and on Forbes' list in the top 10 richest people in the United States. Beau told me his first girlfriend was Paris Hilton. He told me about Paris before she was famous/infamous, and Paris is also baptized Catholic and her family, grandfather, donated almost the entire family fortune to be managed by the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, through the Conrad Hilton fund. Beau Blixseth's grandparents retired at the Mt. Angel Towers, a retirement home that Fr. Joachim McCann, the priest I knew who counseled me for one year, managed and provided pastoral services for. All the residents of Mt. Angel Towers knew Fr. Joachim.
4. Sgt. Rich Austria, with the Portland Police, worked with the Portland FBI to snow and bury my complaint against Bujanda and Garza. Bujanda, I know, worked on joint taskforces with the Portland police. He may have known Austria. At any rate, Austria communicated with the FBI and it went all the way to the top officials at the Portland field office. The entire objective was to discredit me and blow me off, which they did. I found out Rich Austria is directly connected to the Catholic church lawyers and is connected to Knights of Columbus. The Catholic church lawyers were John Kaempf and Richard (Dick) J. Whittemore.
5. Richard Whittemore, lawyer for Catholic church. Whittemore was not only working on the West Coast but had lived near the Thebaults, before that, in New Jersey. Whittemore represented the monastery in Oregon I had contact with, which was Mt. Angel Abbey, a Benedictine Order. In New Jersey, the Thebaults sent their kids to a Benedictine private school, run by Benedictine monks. Fr. Joachim asked me for a list of all my former employers, right before troubles began and he started threatening me, telling me he was going to help me figure out what kind of career I would be most suited to. He wanted a complete resume. He also wanted my social security number and that monastery obtained it from me. Later, they had my SS# confirmed when Christa Schneider got me a "job" working for her Dad, and they were only interested in seeing my SS card. They kept pressuring me for it, and when I gave it to them, the same or next day they fired me. When I asked for a W2 form for taxes for the time I'd worked there, they tried to refuse me one. I insisted. It was only in November of this year, 2007, that I confirmed their connections with the Catholic church lawyers. Every single one of Christa's friends, besides me (and I wasn't a friend, really) was Catholic and connected to Whittemore. Whittemore was a neighbor to FBI agent Raul Bujanda. They were all Catholic and went to the same parish. When Bujanda found out I'd make a formal complaint about him to the FBI, the day after the assault incidence, he called me up and tried to persuade me to go out with him again, telling me he had a trinket, a necklace, for me. I had told Christa that no one had ever given me real jewelry before except earrings, right before that. She asked what the best gift any guy could ever give me would be and I told her a necklace. Next thing I know, I'm being baited with a necklace. They were connected all along. Whittemore lied about me to a Catholic newspaper journalist for The Willamette Week and persuaded her to twist a story about me for purposes of disinformation and to defame me. She did, and her name is Amy Roe. She was Catholic and told me so, spitefully, after she wrote the article and it was published. She published things that she knew were flat out lies and refused to check evidence when I told her it wasn't true that I'd ever written a piece of sexually graphic email to ANYone, much less any monk.
6. John Kaempf, Catholic church lawyer who contacted Gerald Warren in Wenatchee to bury me through legal processes over here. Warren's wife is in charge of a division of Catholic Charities of Washington and Kaempf is on the Board of Catholic Charities in Oregon; Catholic Charities is a national organization. Kaempf lived (moved) right next to me in Tualatin when my problems with the monks began. I didn't know it though, until much later. He stalked me and showed up places I went to (I realized later he knew ahead of time where I would be because of Christa).
7. Karin Whittemore/FBI, New York. Related by marriage to Dick Whittemore, whose husband's father is in the New York FBI field offices. Her married name is Whittemore. Dick Whittemore has family connections to the FBI. I found this out in November of 2007. I found out my childhood friend Stephanie Maiers, who was friends with Karin, had been fed a bunch of lies by Karin, and that Karin directly knew Christa Schneider, my supposed friend. I went to a bridal shower for Stephanie in Seattle, in October of 2006, and Karin was there. Ahead of time, I'd told Christa I was going to this shower, who it was for, etc. Christa wanted to know what I was going to wear and how I was doing my hair, exactly. She also wanted to know what I would give Stephanie for a shower gift if I could afford it. I told her I would get Stephanie a crystal vase from Tiffany's. When I arrived, Karin stayed close to me and approached me, wearing the exact same thing I told Christa I was planning to wear (but didn't, due to last minute change of plans). The dress was almost identical. It was leopard print, knee-length, with a V-neck, and Karin had done her hair up in a ponytail, curled, as I told Christa I was planning to do (but didn't). Karin gave Stephanie a crystal vase from Tiffany's and I noticed she watched ME when Stephanie was opening the gift. Karin sat across from me at dinner and started talking about broken tailbones and how she had one and just used a doughnut cushion. I hadn't told Karin I had been trying to get an X-ray in Wenatchee for a broken tailbone, but it was like she knew. I'd told Christa, but not Karin. When Karin said her husband's father was in the FBI, I asked what the name was. She avoided my question twice, and then the third time she said "Whittemore" which is what her now married name is. She hadn't wanted me to make the connection that she was related, by marriage, to DICK Whittemore, or connected in anyway to Christa Schneider, who was working for Whittemore and was friends with his daughter. The only reason she told me was because Steph's family was sitting there and would have noticed if she'd tried to avoid it again or lied. Karin took Stephanie out for breakfast before she left for Brooklyn, New York (where she lives) and when Steph came back, I was accused of lying about a number of things, by my former best friend whom I'd known and kept in touch with for over 15 years. When I got home to Wenatchee, I called Christa and told her everything. Christa had one question: why hadn't I worn the leopard print dress I'd told her I was going to wear? She and Karin had set it up so that Karin and I would be wearing the same thing and have our hair done the same way. Just bizarre.
There is so much more. But this is the appetizer, because a lot of money and power went into harassing me and then causing problems for me in Wenatchee, where they knew I was going next. Dr. Parnell was one doctor who was in on it and I can prove it.
I found something else out. I JUST NOW found legal papers at my door (I come through my front door, not the side door where the papers were) and it's a legal thing from Dr. Freed's clinic for injunction. He claims I disturb the peace. All this, after I have problems with these guys first.
I'm sick to my stomach because now I know for a fact that I am, indeed, on some heavy drug, and Dr. Freed is the one who prescribed it. HE and his clinic have filed this legal action and HE dares to act as my PCP and put me on something that makes me weak, sick, and unable to function. I hurt so bad, every day. But he put me on this crap, knowing it hurts me, and here he is with MOTIVE.
If I felt better, I could explain all the things that happened to ME by these medical professionals, when I first came into town. But I'm very, very, sick, and it isn't me and it's not my fault but these medications and no one except Freed is handling this. The other doctors WANTED Freed to be on my care, because they knew from the start he would work with them and against me.
All of this works for his lawyers and what they want to do. I told my parents long ago, when I first had problems with ANYONE, which was Catholic church clergy, that what this church and their lawyers were doing and did to me would snowball and allow other people to do the same thing, and point fingers at me. I have predicted, ahead of time, almost every single thing that has happened to me and my son. I knew I needed a lawyer a long, long, time ago.
Then, this church used FBI that was also Catholic, to malign me further, and I was set up. I found out some MAJOR links between Catholic church lawyers, a former "friend" I had, and a couple of FBI individuals who introduced themselves to me in 2004, and assaulted me. They were connected, and some by marriage. This friend that I thought was my friend, obtained information from me for over 6 years, to use against me. I even had medical records disappear from my house after she stayed the night, but I didn't suspect her. I told her I was moving out of the area and would start over elsewhere and prove that all the problems were with the Catholic church, and not ME. She asked where I was going, what my plans were, who I would stay with, names of people I knew, medical community connections...She wanted to know everything ahead of time so they could plant seeds in Wenatchee to make sure my life was screwed up here by planting the right people to say the wrong things and write crap into my record.
If they could get others, especially seemingly "non-catholic" groups to malign me and believe the disinformation, they would get off and be justified for what they did to me, some of which was criminal.
I knew about the politics and yet because what I've been through is so beyond the experiences of most people, I knew hardly anyone would be able to relate.
At this point, I am completely screwed. It is even too late to bring out the crap I know about the FBI and catholic church lawyer connections. I don't even have time. I know what's coming ahead.
Here are some names, since I may not have enough time to write the whole timeline:
1. Br. Ansgar Santogrossi, OSB and Fr. Joachim McCann, OSB (clergy with family ties to the East Coast and high positions within the catholic church),
2. Abbot Nathan Zodrow. Zodrow was raised in Waterville, WA, which is right next to Wenatchee, and he has connections in this area. He was/is the Abbot for the monastery where Ansgar and Joachim were, and where my problems began,
3. Christa Schneider. The "friend" and great actress who pretended to be born again and yet was working for the catholic church lawyers all along. I found out in November 2007 that she had never lived in Eugene, OR, for the year she told me she did, and hadn't lived in New York at the exact time she said she was there. She had been in Portland, Oregon all along, working for the Catholic church lawyer and lying to me. Her parents are Debra and Rob Schneider, of Wilsonville, OR. Rob Schneider used to be a U.S. Prosecuting Attorney and is now in business. They are all baptized catholic but showed up at my protestant church after I started having problems with the monastery guys. I noticed them because the church was small. I remember the exact day I saw them and what year it was: 2000. Christa has tried to place herself at the church or in my life BEFORE I met the monks, but it was afterwards. She is directly connected to Dick Whittemore and his family and all her friends are Catholic and have some roots in catholic fraternal groups. Everything I told Christa was leaked to the lawyers and I didn't suspect her for sure until a year ago when she wrote me an email telling me to call her because she'd met some undercover spies in New York and knew I'd be interested in hearing about it. She is a rational person who wouldn't believe in an undercover spy revealing himself to her, but the email was a mockery. I had met the FBI guys, Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza, after I told Christa my last dream was to join the FBI and work as a lawyer to kill corporate crime. I was in the top 10% of my college and almost halfway through my Senior year of college with honors. I was planning to apply to law school and then join the FBI through the lawyer-referral program. Right after I told her this, when she knew I would be at a courthouse at a particular time, Raul Bujanda, an FBI agent from the Portland field office, was there and introduced himself to me. Then he said he wanted me to meet his "boss", Armando Garza, as if they were recruiting me. Garza told me they WERE recruiting me and asked me to have tequila shots with him (I figured it was business bonding in a way), got me drunk, and then instead of dropping me off at my apartment as I asked, they forced their way into my apartment and sexually assaulted me. For the longest time I didn't even know that what they had done was considered sexual assault. I thought maybe it was misconduct but didn't learn about the definition and the law until over a year later, in December 2006, when I sought the assistance of a domestic abuse/rape crisis worker and learned what had happened to me was not just "internal misconduct" as the FBI put it to me, but "Sex Abuse" in the 1st, according to Oregon law. Christa worked hard to get me to start drinking by going out with her and buying me drinks (I never drank until I met her, which was when I was 26 years old) and tried to get me to smoke too. I ended up drinking some, but never took up smoking. She also set me up in several dangerous situations where I was under the influence, and arranged for another rich Catholic church member/friend of Whittemore's, to try to seduce me. His name was Beau Blixseth and he was in my classes every term and took me out and tried to get me to have a fling with him and take hotel rooms, etc., while he still had a longtime girlfriend.
3 b. Beau Blixseth's father is Tim Blixseth, who is a billionare and on Forbes' list in the top 10 richest people in the United States. Beau told me his first girlfriend was Paris Hilton. He told me about Paris before she was famous/infamous, and Paris is also baptized Catholic and her family, grandfather, donated almost the entire family fortune to be managed by the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, through the Conrad Hilton fund. Beau Blixseth's grandparents retired at the Mt. Angel Towers, a retirement home that Fr. Joachim McCann, the priest I knew who counseled me for one year, managed and provided pastoral services for. All the residents of Mt. Angel Towers knew Fr. Joachim.
4. Sgt. Rich Austria, with the Portland Police, worked with the Portland FBI to snow and bury my complaint against Bujanda and Garza. Bujanda, I know, worked on joint taskforces with the Portland police. He may have known Austria. At any rate, Austria communicated with the FBI and it went all the way to the top officials at the Portland field office. The entire objective was to discredit me and blow me off, which they did. I found out Rich Austria is directly connected to the Catholic church lawyers and is connected to Knights of Columbus. The Catholic church lawyers were John Kaempf and Richard (Dick) J. Whittemore.
5. Richard Whittemore, lawyer for Catholic church. Whittemore was not only working on the West Coast but had lived near the Thebaults, before that, in New Jersey. Whittemore represented the monastery in Oregon I had contact with, which was Mt. Angel Abbey, a Benedictine Order. In New Jersey, the Thebaults sent their kids to a Benedictine private school, run by Benedictine monks. Fr. Joachim asked me for a list of all my former employers, right before troubles began and he started threatening me, telling me he was going to help me figure out what kind of career I would be most suited to. He wanted a complete resume. He also wanted my social security number and that monastery obtained it from me. Later, they had my SS# confirmed when Christa Schneider got me a "job" working for her Dad, and they were only interested in seeing my SS card. They kept pressuring me for it, and when I gave it to them, the same or next day they fired me. When I asked for a W2 form for taxes for the time I'd worked there, they tried to refuse me one. I insisted. It was only in November of this year, 2007, that I confirmed their connections with the Catholic church lawyers. Every single one of Christa's friends, besides me (and I wasn't a friend, really) was Catholic and connected to Whittemore. Whittemore was a neighbor to FBI agent Raul Bujanda. They were all Catholic and went to the same parish. When Bujanda found out I'd make a formal complaint about him to the FBI, the day after the assault incidence, he called me up and tried to persuade me to go out with him again, telling me he had a trinket, a necklace, for me. I had told Christa that no one had ever given me real jewelry before except earrings, right before that. She asked what the best gift any guy could ever give me would be and I told her a necklace. Next thing I know, I'm being baited with a necklace. They were connected all along. Whittemore lied about me to a Catholic newspaper journalist for The Willamette Week and persuaded her to twist a story about me for purposes of disinformation and to defame me. She did, and her name is Amy Roe. She was Catholic and told me so, spitefully, after she wrote the article and it was published. She published things that she knew were flat out lies and refused to check evidence when I told her it wasn't true that I'd ever written a piece of sexually graphic email to ANYone, much less any monk.
6. John Kaempf, Catholic church lawyer who contacted Gerald Warren in Wenatchee to bury me through legal processes over here. Warren's wife is in charge of a division of Catholic Charities of Washington and Kaempf is on the Board of Catholic Charities in Oregon; Catholic Charities is a national organization. Kaempf lived (moved) right next to me in Tualatin when my problems with the monks began. I didn't know it though, until much later. He stalked me and showed up places I went to (I realized later he knew ahead of time where I would be because of Christa).
7. Karin Whittemore/FBI, New York. Related by marriage to Dick Whittemore, whose husband's father is in the New York FBI field offices. Her married name is Whittemore. Dick Whittemore has family connections to the FBI. I found this out in November of 2007. I found out my childhood friend Stephanie Maiers, who was friends with Karin, had been fed a bunch of lies by Karin, and that Karin directly knew Christa Schneider, my supposed friend. I went to a bridal shower for Stephanie in Seattle, in October of 2006, and Karin was there. Ahead of time, I'd told Christa I was going to this shower, who it was for, etc. Christa wanted to know what I was going to wear and how I was doing my hair, exactly. She also wanted to know what I would give Stephanie for a shower gift if I could afford it. I told her I would get Stephanie a crystal vase from Tiffany's. When I arrived, Karin stayed close to me and approached me, wearing the exact same thing I told Christa I was planning to wear (but didn't, due to last minute change of plans). The dress was almost identical. It was leopard print, knee-length, with a V-neck, and Karin had done her hair up in a ponytail, curled, as I told Christa I was planning to do (but didn't). Karin gave Stephanie a crystal vase from Tiffany's and I noticed she watched ME when Stephanie was opening the gift. Karin sat across from me at dinner and started talking about broken tailbones and how she had one and just used a doughnut cushion. I hadn't told Karin I had been trying to get an X-ray in Wenatchee for a broken tailbone, but it was like she knew. I'd told Christa, but not Karin. When Karin said her husband's father was in the FBI, I asked what the name was. She avoided my question twice, and then the third time she said "Whittemore" which is what her now married name is. She hadn't wanted me to make the connection that she was related, by marriage, to DICK Whittemore, or connected in anyway to Christa Schneider, who was working for Whittemore and was friends with his daughter. The only reason she told me was because Steph's family was sitting there and would have noticed if she'd tried to avoid it again or lied. Karin took Stephanie out for breakfast before she left for Brooklyn, New York (where she lives) and when Steph came back, I was accused of lying about a number of things, by my former best friend whom I'd known and kept in touch with for over 15 years. When I got home to Wenatchee, I called Christa and told her everything. Christa had one question: why hadn't I worn the leopard print dress I'd told her I was going to wear? She and Karin had set it up so that Karin and I would be wearing the same thing and have our hair done the same way. Just bizarre.
There is so much more. But this is the appetizer, because a lot of money and power went into harassing me and then causing problems for me in Wenatchee, where they knew I was going next. Dr. Parnell was one doctor who was in on it and I can prove it.
Hit
We're going to die before someone believes me.
My son and I just woke up at the same time with severe pain. I have the crackling sensation in my head/ears and my stomach is extremely painful and sore. My son woke up crying out and arched his body and I gav him a bottle which he took. He continued to whimper and cry. This happened about 5 minuytes ago exactly.
These are e bombs (?), or stunning things or something. It sounds weird, but someone has to know. I have the pain in my pelvis and spine and the gas too. Which is weird, but those are the symptoms...the need to use the bathroom. Extreme abdominal pain. Exact same thing with my son.
This sounds weird but I'm wondering if these guys are Irish/from Ireland. I told a "friend" I'd thought was my friend for years, who I just found out, right before this last Thanksgiving, had been working for the catholic church lawyers all along, that maybe the only ones who could understand were people, catholic or protestant, living in Ireland. I said maybe I would look some Protestants up and ask questions. Maybe SHE looked others up instead. I told her this while I still lived in Oregon.
I didn't have the extreme back pain, joint pain, spine and stomach pain until right now. I didn't move but I felt the "hit" nad my son DID move and woke up from sound sleep, like me, at the exact same time.
This is extremely painful. It was a bad one and my stomach and back hurt with a very, very, deep ache. My son isn't sleeping yet either, and not okay.
I have noticed a light tan, large truck, going back and forth past the house, followed by a sedan, over the last week or more. There is hardly any traffic this time of night, past my house. But the ones going by are the same ones. Yet they're too far away to get a license.
I just put my head to my son's stomach and there is massive activity, just like there is in mine. It's curdling in there...extremely upset and now he's crying. I feel the same thing.
My son and I just woke up at the same time with severe pain. I have the crackling sensation in my head/ears and my stomach is extremely painful and sore. My son woke up crying out and arched his body and I gav him a bottle which he took. He continued to whimper and cry. This happened about 5 minuytes ago exactly.
These are e bombs (?), or stunning things or something. It sounds weird, but someone has to know. I have the pain in my pelvis and spine and the gas too. Which is weird, but those are the symptoms...the need to use the bathroom. Extreme abdominal pain. Exact same thing with my son.
This sounds weird but I'm wondering if these guys are Irish/from Ireland. I told a "friend" I'd thought was my friend for years, who I just found out, right before this last Thanksgiving, had been working for the catholic church lawyers all along, that maybe the only ones who could understand were people, catholic or protestant, living in Ireland. I said maybe I would look some Protestants up and ask questions. Maybe SHE looked others up instead. I told her this while I still lived in Oregon.
I didn't have the extreme back pain, joint pain, spine and stomach pain until right now. I didn't move but I felt the "hit" nad my son DID move and woke up from sound sleep, like me, at the exact same time.
This is extremely painful. It was a bad one and my stomach and back hurt with a very, very, deep ache. My son isn't sleeping yet either, and not okay.
I have noticed a light tan, large truck, going back and forth past the house, followed by a sedan, over the last week or more. There is hardly any traffic this time of night, past my house. But the ones going by are the same ones. Yet they're too far away to get a license.
I just put my head to my son's stomach and there is massive activity, just like there is in mine. It's curdling in there...extremely upset and now he's crying. I feel the same thing.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Weight of the World
If a doctor is going to put you on a medication without your consent, which makes a person sick, weak, and without any pain management, which also affects your BRAIN, you'd think someone could throw in a housekeeper too.
I feel completely sick. Because of all the crap with doctors over here, who keep calling CPS for their own political objectives, I was told I have to let them into my house to "inspect"...but get this, they tell me they're giving me "3 days to clean your house". Since when does CPS give people "3 days to clean house?" The last offers from CPS are as follows: 1. A one-way bus ticket out of the state for me and my son, courtesy joint ventures of Central Washington Hospital ER staff and CPS, and 2. an offer for me to have a mental health evaluation by the provider of my choice. They dropped that last one after I said I wanted records as to who made the last report and time to find a lawyer. In the meantime, I was looking up psychoanalysts in New York City. I figured if it comes down to the "provider of your choice" bit again, I'll go for the best. And forget a basic testing. Why not go for the whole couch therapy thing? maybe someone could analyze my dreams too and we could go over the symbolism in Woody Allen movies too. Only, I want popcorn and I want to eat it on the couch. Actually, if CPS really wants to help, when they are fully aware of the situation, they could make a NORMAL and practical offer for once, such as: "We'd like to provide you with a housekeeper while your doctors jerk you around, to allow you to focus on your child, is that okay with you?"
At any rate, it's pretty sick that I'm being asked to "clean house" when I'm on medications I didn't consent to, which make me weak, sick, and cause me to suffer pain all day. I think about my pain every 5 minutes and neat new side effects too. And I still have to take 1,000 mg. Advil and 1,000 mg. Tylenol 3x/day on top of it. But the same doctors who put me on SHIT, which makes me feel worse than I ever have my entire life, call CPS because they say they don't think I can care for my son. I do "care" for my son. But my housework, of course, is in the crapper. Something has to go and it's not going to be my care of my son.
YOU go on a bunch of crap that makes you twice as slow-moving and increases your levels of pain 100%. YOU try to get up in the morning on this shit and "clean house". If these doctors or CPS have a problem or concern with my housekeeping, they shouldn't have put me on SHIT that I've been saying harms me, and especially not without telling me about and letting me know what it is. I tried to get off of this crap and almost passed out and no one believed me. Now, I'm taking more of it, just to keep from passing out, to "clean house" and knowing I will be the one punished for idiotic and ego-driven mistakes made by DOCTORS. Thanks, Dr. Freed. Thanks for being "the best" doctor ever. Oh, and that's right, you're not really my "PCP". You wouldn't want me to think you have the authority to put me on meds without my consent, now would you? There ARE certain laws in Washington and you don't want me to know about them or how you will get around them. I tried taking your fucking Topamax, Depakote, and Neurontin, and you just want to formulate a special little "cure" for my "problems". You don't give a SHIT about my migraines or you wouldn't have stood in the way of other doctors when they wanted to write prescriptions to help me with treatment that worked for me. You wanted to put me on shit to slow down my brain and try to control me. Yes, this is turning into a public message to Dr. Freed. You "care" so much, after you and Richard Bennett harassed me in a 2 hour meeting on MY BIRTHDAY last October, of all things, where you insulted me and Richard lunged forward and said spitefully, "Sue us! Sue us! Please DO!" when I'd said nothing about suing. I believe YOU, Dr. Freed, said to me with a snide look and tone, "There IS something wrong with you--(smirk)what do YOU think your problem is?" You sat there and harassed me and had your staff provoke me. As if I didn't notice the calls were never recorded when I was calling and being polite, and that the calls were only recorded after your staff hung up on me mid-sentence several times, or insulted or harassed me. You WANTED a reaction, and then you wanted to medicate me to punish me and keep me from writing about you. If you could get people to think I was nuts, there was no concern on your end when I contacted the Boards. You wanted to get me before I got you. You violated HIPPA laws long ago and knew it and didn't want to get caught. I told you I was reporting this to the Office of Civil Rights. Ever since you've tried to write me up as something I'm not, and you've worked with the hospital to slam me, NOT to "help me". I told you I would try the other crap for my "migraines" and I did. It doesn't help, so you lied to me and concealed medications in tablets I would think were narcotics. No migraines, and instead HELL every single day, and I have been sending you emails and TELLING you this almost EVERY SINGLE DAY and instead of listening to me, you push on. You have always been wrong about me and tried to dismiss every single abnormality that showed up on my bloodwork, X-rays and CT scans. Then you tell me and other doctors this is in my head when you have ZERO proof because you REFUSE to do an MRI even though I told you I've had occasional numbing in my left leg. I TOLD you, specifically, that I tried your antiseizure crap but I didn't want to take medications that didn't work, had terrible side effects, and slowed down my brain. You've had your fun using me as your guinea pig and lying to me about not having me on crap, and making me into a laughingstock. You attempted to strip me of any dignity and lied. I have gone to ER and sent you emails, telling you I'm in pain, and you say it's not true but you haven't done the MRI. And I HAVE abnormalities on X-ray and other diagnostics. But YOU have to be RIGHT. YOU'RE the infallible doctor and the town savior, saving everyone from a lawsuit by me, because you idiots slandered me, violated HIPPA and refused me reasonable standard of care. You're interested in your own discovery for your own civil gain, and in medicating me in a way that will work for your lawyers.
GET ME OFF THIS SHIT NOW ASSHOLE. Now...For your information,
I've decided, that since my blog is so threatening to some people, who try to claim it's a representation of my mental state and has zero validity as concerns the truth or journalistic merit, that I will continue with THIS blog, AND my "alternate" blog. So I'll do that tonight. I'll set up my BLOG 2 and give it a tasteful title, and refer all those who are disturbed by what I write HERE, to my other blog. I'll be everything this town and general society might want me to be--"Acceptable".
I'll write about recipes and puppies and being the Ultimate Mother, oh, but I won't flatter myself so. I'll make sure to write uplifting messages and palatable christian fare and will find something positive to say about every single person whose name I know in town. And I'll be the best American patriot ever with nothing bad to say about the FBI, CIA, police in Wenatchee, or country politics. To boot, I'll write at a "normal" rate, which would be about 1 short post every few days.
It's just that I can't do it right now, not tonight, because I'm pissed because my entire body hurts and everything is dull and I can't even hear music the same and trying to sing is like trying to lift a semitruck with my own hands. Oh, and there's this really nice buzzing feeling going on in my right leg, just above my knee in the back. It must not be a herniated disc. Maybe it's not my degenerating neck fixtures/surgery repair either. It must be my imagination--yeah, or the "meds".
I feel completely sick. Because of all the crap with doctors over here, who keep calling CPS for their own political objectives, I was told I have to let them into my house to "inspect"...but get this, they tell me they're giving me "3 days to clean your house". Since when does CPS give people "3 days to clean house?" The last offers from CPS are as follows: 1. A one-way bus ticket out of the state for me and my son, courtesy joint ventures of Central Washington Hospital ER staff and CPS, and 2. an offer for me to have a mental health evaluation by the provider of my choice. They dropped that last one after I said I wanted records as to who made the last report and time to find a lawyer. In the meantime, I was looking up psychoanalysts in New York City. I figured if it comes down to the "provider of your choice" bit again, I'll go for the best. And forget a basic testing. Why not go for the whole couch therapy thing? maybe someone could analyze my dreams too and we could go over the symbolism in Woody Allen movies too. Only, I want popcorn and I want to eat it on the couch. Actually, if CPS really wants to help, when they are fully aware of the situation, they could make a NORMAL and practical offer for once, such as: "We'd like to provide you with a housekeeper while your doctors jerk you around, to allow you to focus on your child, is that okay with you?"
At any rate, it's pretty sick that I'm being asked to "clean house" when I'm on medications I didn't consent to, which make me weak, sick, and cause me to suffer pain all day. I think about my pain every 5 minutes and neat new side effects too. And I still have to take 1,000 mg. Advil and 1,000 mg. Tylenol 3x/day on top of it. But the same doctors who put me on SHIT, which makes me feel worse than I ever have my entire life, call CPS because they say they don't think I can care for my son. I do "care" for my son. But my housework, of course, is in the crapper. Something has to go and it's not going to be my care of my son.
YOU go on a bunch of crap that makes you twice as slow-moving and increases your levels of pain 100%. YOU try to get up in the morning on this shit and "clean house". If these doctors or CPS have a problem or concern with my housekeeping, they shouldn't have put me on SHIT that I've been saying harms me, and especially not without telling me about and letting me know what it is. I tried to get off of this crap and almost passed out and no one believed me. Now, I'm taking more of it, just to keep from passing out, to "clean house" and knowing I will be the one punished for idiotic and ego-driven mistakes made by DOCTORS. Thanks, Dr. Freed. Thanks for being "the best" doctor ever. Oh, and that's right, you're not really my "PCP". You wouldn't want me to think you have the authority to put me on meds without my consent, now would you? There ARE certain laws in Washington and you don't want me to know about them or how you will get around them. I tried taking your fucking Topamax, Depakote, and Neurontin, and you just want to formulate a special little "cure" for my "problems". You don't give a SHIT about my migraines or you wouldn't have stood in the way of other doctors when they wanted to write prescriptions to help me with treatment that worked for me. You wanted to put me on shit to slow down my brain and try to control me. Yes, this is turning into a public message to Dr. Freed. You "care" so much, after you and Richard Bennett harassed me in a 2 hour meeting on MY BIRTHDAY last October, of all things, where you insulted me and Richard lunged forward and said spitefully, "Sue us! Sue us! Please DO!" when I'd said nothing about suing. I believe YOU, Dr. Freed, said to me with a snide look and tone, "There IS something wrong with you--(smirk)what do YOU think your problem is?" You sat there and harassed me and had your staff provoke me. As if I didn't notice the calls were never recorded when I was calling and being polite, and that the calls were only recorded after your staff hung up on me mid-sentence several times, or insulted or harassed me. You WANTED a reaction, and then you wanted to medicate me to punish me and keep me from writing about you. If you could get people to think I was nuts, there was no concern on your end when I contacted the Boards. You wanted to get me before I got you. You violated HIPPA laws long ago and knew it and didn't want to get caught. I told you I was reporting this to the Office of Civil Rights. Ever since you've tried to write me up as something I'm not, and you've worked with the hospital to slam me, NOT to "help me". I told you I would try the other crap for my "migraines" and I did. It doesn't help, so you lied to me and concealed medications in tablets I would think were narcotics. No migraines, and instead HELL every single day, and I have been sending you emails and TELLING you this almost EVERY SINGLE DAY and instead of listening to me, you push on. You have always been wrong about me and tried to dismiss every single abnormality that showed up on my bloodwork, X-rays and CT scans. Then you tell me and other doctors this is in my head when you have ZERO proof because you REFUSE to do an MRI even though I told you I've had occasional numbing in my left leg. I TOLD you, specifically, that I tried your antiseizure crap but I didn't want to take medications that didn't work, had terrible side effects, and slowed down my brain. You've had your fun using me as your guinea pig and lying to me about not having me on crap, and making me into a laughingstock. You attempted to strip me of any dignity and lied. I have gone to ER and sent you emails, telling you I'm in pain, and you say it's not true but you haven't done the MRI. And I HAVE abnormalities on X-ray and other diagnostics. But YOU have to be RIGHT. YOU'RE the infallible doctor and the town savior, saving everyone from a lawsuit by me, because you idiots slandered me, violated HIPPA and refused me reasonable standard of care. You're interested in your own discovery for your own civil gain, and in medicating me in a way that will work for your lawyers.
GET ME OFF THIS SHIT NOW ASSHOLE. Now...For your information,
I've decided, that since my blog is so threatening to some people, who try to claim it's a representation of my mental state and has zero validity as concerns the truth or journalistic merit, that I will continue with THIS blog, AND my "alternate" blog. So I'll do that tonight. I'll set up my BLOG 2 and give it a tasteful title, and refer all those who are disturbed by what I write HERE, to my other blog. I'll be everything this town and general society might want me to be--"Acceptable".
I'll write about recipes and puppies and being the Ultimate Mother, oh, but I won't flatter myself so. I'll make sure to write uplifting messages and palatable christian fare and will find something positive to say about every single person whose name I know in town. And I'll be the best American patriot ever with nothing bad to say about the FBI, CIA, police in Wenatchee, or country politics. To boot, I'll write at a "normal" rate, which would be about 1 short post every few days.
It's just that I can't do it right now, not tonight, because I'm pissed because my entire body hurts and everything is dull and I can't even hear music the same and trying to sing is like trying to lift a semitruck with my own hands. Oh, and there's this really nice buzzing feeling going on in my right leg, just above my knee in the back. It must not be a herniated disc. Maybe it's not my degenerating neck fixtures/surgery repair either. It must be my imagination--yeah, or the "meds".
The Exorcist
About a half hour ago or less, the TV began playing a movie without anyone pushing "play". I was by the window, cleaning the windowsill, which is next to the TV, when it happened. I could see traffic going by the house slowly. And then a Barney movie which was already in the player, turned on and started to play. My son hadn't touched the TV and I was right there.
I've had his battery-operated toys going off, my computers hacked without a phone/DSL/WiFi or internet connection, and we've had health problems.
The computer tech I spoke with in town, is Andy Panda. He's said it's all possible. Someone just has to send out a "pulse" and that will pick up certain frequencies. He said it's harder to work on battery-operated toys from a remote location because there is no wire-to-wall or electrical connection.
Not ONCE have I been "afraid" or upset by any of this. I had someone say, "Evil spirits", which I believe is ridiculous. Evil spirits have better things to do than turn on electrical toys and computers/TVs, although I wouldn't put it past evil people to do it in an attempt to harass or bother me. I don't get bothered by stuff like this. This is possible with technology and I would never think it was something to do with a spiritual realm. However! It has caused me to think about Fr. Joachim McCann, who was one of the clergy I had major problems with, who is the same one who wrote me a threatening email after HE counseled me for a year. He actually had the job of the monastery "exorcist" and told me the church used him and called on him to cast out evil spirits and fix "haunted houses". I asked what kinds of things he'd seen or people reported. He mentioned some of this kind of stuff, and doors opening and closing, etc.
Now that I know what's possible with technology, I started thinking about this. It must be quite the racket: Use technology to cause electrical disturbances in a house of an "adversary", or even, a parish member. When the person, especially parish member, is sufficiently freaked out and complains to their priest, tell them they need the exorcist. Get the exorcist to pray over the house and do a big routine, and then after the problems stop, wait for the favorable reaction of the parish member. Maybe people whose haunted houses are cured by a priest give better tithes. Maybe they repay the church with devotion and practical favors. Maybe kids are impressed for life with the belief that a priest healed their house and could really cast out evil spirits. Perhaps someone decides to donate their inheritance or life earnings to the church, in appreciation, at the time of death. As for the adversaries, maybe having a haunted house, with no priest to cure the problem, is sometimes a good way to get rid of people and force them to move.
Everything has a logical explanation and I don't buy the haunted house/evil spirits crap. I am never frightened when these things happen and only have an urge to roll my eyes...
I know who protects me and my son and it's God, and there is no one and nothing to fear besides Him. If someone chooses to attack the health of my son, that is a very serious curse they bring upon themselves. Those who live by the sword die by the sword, and this fits non-sword-like forms of weaponry or strategy. I have never vandalized anyone's car, disrupted mail service, fried computers and printers, stalked them, harassed them, asked a church member to write a defamatory newspaper article about someone to spread disinformation, stolen medical records from a house, or attempted to alienate friends and family from an individual--nor have I planned situations to drug someone or get them drunk, and then leave them to be sexually assaulted by others. I've also never tried to railroad someone or bully them in a legal process, lie about someone, create false or distorted medical records, and I've never had a "good time" harassing someone or making fun of them just for the sake of "having" some sick kind of fun. I don't get jealous of what others have and am happy with my life and what I have and have never felt the need to purposefully bring someone down or break them in an attempt to punish them for making myself or someone else feel bad about themselves. Or, in a misguided belief that someone shouldn't care about the life God gave them or feel they are "special" or worthy in the eyes of God, attempted to cause enough distress to provoke a suicide attempt.
I may write about things people have done, but I'm just doing the reporting or writing. I'm not the one who made the decisions to take a particular course of action. I just write about it. I've generally taken the high road.
I can't change anyone. If someone wants to plot against me and wants to hate me, that is their choice. They have a choice between doing good or evil. I'm not pleading for mercy here. I've seen enough to know some people will do whatever it takes to make themselves feel better, even if it means harming an innocent child. It's out of my hands, and those who want control will take it and use it. If it makes them feel good about themselves and eachother, or their church, that's between them and God. If they don't have any regrets, am I going to retaliate? No, I've never retaliated. I walk away and do my own thing. But that makes some people more mad. They want a confrontation and follow me. If it makes you happy, and this is how you wish to spend your time or earn your salvation (you think), maybe God has some work to do. My hands are clean. Should I avenge myself, I would take that from God. I think God can do a better job at adminstering true justice. And if, in the process,someone who is so hateful tries to break me and my son, and ends up hurting themselves, maybe there's a reason for that. God used pharoah and his hardness of heart, for a greater cause, and that may be the case here as well. Send in the hailstorm and flies. I haven't asked for it, nor have I returned evil for evil. But when the storms come, may the rivers part and my son and I cross to the other side safely, and may those waters swallow my enemies up; may they choke on their own conceit.
My son is brave. I am brave. God is my helper and I will trust in the Lord. Instead of hating me because of my confidence and faith, find something to love.
I've had his battery-operated toys going off, my computers hacked without a phone/DSL/WiFi or internet connection, and we've had health problems.
The computer tech I spoke with in town, is Andy Panda. He's said it's all possible. Someone just has to send out a "pulse" and that will pick up certain frequencies. He said it's harder to work on battery-operated toys from a remote location because there is no wire-to-wall or electrical connection.
Not ONCE have I been "afraid" or upset by any of this. I had someone say, "Evil spirits", which I believe is ridiculous. Evil spirits have better things to do than turn on electrical toys and computers/TVs, although I wouldn't put it past evil people to do it in an attempt to harass or bother me. I don't get bothered by stuff like this. This is possible with technology and I would never think it was something to do with a spiritual realm. However! It has caused me to think about Fr. Joachim McCann, who was one of the clergy I had major problems with, who is the same one who wrote me a threatening email after HE counseled me for a year. He actually had the job of the monastery "exorcist" and told me the church used him and called on him to cast out evil spirits and fix "haunted houses". I asked what kinds of things he'd seen or people reported. He mentioned some of this kind of stuff, and doors opening and closing, etc.
Now that I know what's possible with technology, I started thinking about this. It must be quite the racket: Use technology to cause electrical disturbances in a house of an "adversary", or even, a parish member. When the person, especially parish member, is sufficiently freaked out and complains to their priest, tell them they need the exorcist. Get the exorcist to pray over the house and do a big routine, and then after the problems stop, wait for the favorable reaction of the parish member. Maybe people whose haunted houses are cured by a priest give better tithes. Maybe they repay the church with devotion and practical favors. Maybe kids are impressed for life with the belief that a priest healed their house and could really cast out evil spirits. Perhaps someone decides to donate their inheritance or life earnings to the church, in appreciation, at the time of death. As for the adversaries, maybe having a haunted house, with no priest to cure the problem, is sometimes a good way to get rid of people and force them to move.
Everything has a logical explanation and I don't buy the haunted house/evil spirits crap. I am never frightened when these things happen and only have an urge to roll my eyes...
I know who protects me and my son and it's God, and there is no one and nothing to fear besides Him. If someone chooses to attack the health of my son, that is a very serious curse they bring upon themselves. Those who live by the sword die by the sword, and this fits non-sword-like forms of weaponry or strategy. I have never vandalized anyone's car, disrupted mail service, fried computers and printers, stalked them, harassed them, asked a church member to write a defamatory newspaper article about someone to spread disinformation, stolen medical records from a house, or attempted to alienate friends and family from an individual--nor have I planned situations to drug someone or get them drunk, and then leave them to be sexually assaulted by others. I've also never tried to railroad someone or bully them in a legal process, lie about someone, create false or distorted medical records, and I've never had a "good time" harassing someone or making fun of them just for the sake of "having" some sick kind of fun. I don't get jealous of what others have and am happy with my life and what I have and have never felt the need to purposefully bring someone down or break them in an attempt to punish them for making myself or someone else feel bad about themselves. Or, in a misguided belief that someone shouldn't care about the life God gave them or feel they are "special" or worthy in the eyes of God, attempted to cause enough distress to provoke a suicide attempt.
I may write about things people have done, but I'm just doing the reporting or writing. I'm not the one who made the decisions to take a particular course of action. I just write about it. I've generally taken the high road.
I can't change anyone. If someone wants to plot against me and wants to hate me, that is their choice. They have a choice between doing good or evil. I'm not pleading for mercy here. I've seen enough to know some people will do whatever it takes to make themselves feel better, even if it means harming an innocent child. It's out of my hands, and those who want control will take it and use it. If it makes them feel good about themselves and eachother, or their church, that's between them and God. If they don't have any regrets, am I going to retaliate? No, I've never retaliated. I walk away and do my own thing. But that makes some people more mad. They want a confrontation and follow me. If it makes you happy, and this is how you wish to spend your time or earn your salvation (you think), maybe God has some work to do. My hands are clean. Should I avenge myself, I would take that from God. I think God can do a better job at adminstering true justice. And if, in the process,someone who is so hateful tries to break me and my son, and ends up hurting themselves, maybe there's a reason for that. God used pharoah and his hardness of heart, for a greater cause, and that may be the case here as well. Send in the hailstorm and flies. I haven't asked for it, nor have I returned evil for evil. But when the storms come, may the rivers part and my son and I cross to the other side safely, and may those waters swallow my enemies up; may they choke on their own conceit.
My son is brave. I am brave. God is my helper and I will trust in the Lord. Instead of hating me because of my confidence and faith, find something to love.
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