Interview with one no one believed

This is a rough draft, but it’s a sample

The mock interview

Was she a victim subjected to the nearly implausible and has thus far survived it, or could she have for this long Attempted to fool us, cover up her foibles with stories of misconduct and what she could blame for the losses that she suffered?

Her story brought far more ridicule than belief. In fact, with help from the state and other forms of defamation, what happened had disabled her physically and psychologically. But hadn’t they know that? Because if she were credible, if others heard her, perhaps others would also want to share their own experiences concerning misconduct at the hands of the governing forces/ and not the type reserved for the media to broadcast if only for good measure to ensure we appear transparent, honest. We are not. History will repeat itself so long as we are human, engaged in our desires, AND want more than right and just. Because does not a sense of superiority feel better than humility, yet after the period in which you delude yourself; don’t you feel drained rather than renewed? I do. Does she?

I heard her for the first time on the KC Armstrong show and didn’t believe her. She put it out there, without sensationalism, much sentiment, or passion/ it’s as though in a way she had been used up. I have been asked too many times, and it was this dichotomy between lack of need to get attention and having a story that intrigued me. Was she some master of disguise?

She had been asked to interview by Armstrong and told me that with great hesitation, she decided to Interview as a professional life coach. They had approached her initially inquiring for an interview for such an when she said she wasn’t active the woman on the other end quipped doesn’t matter.

I ask,

How did you get on international radio on one of the most popular podcasts in America? How does that happen? Did you contact PBN?

No. KC had messaged me months earlier about the call from PBN, but I never received it. I decided to message him only after the shows began to air. I had to Google him to familiarize myself with his person and was flattered to learn of his celebrity status.

I often don’t check my email message or voicemail, so it indeed was fate I picked up the phone. With the TBI and post-concussion little things so get overwhelmed by…. such as messages of any kind

It’s not for lack of want. It’s been stuck for so long trying everything and getting nowhere, so I am…stuck. That is why I wasn’t more in tune with his initial contact. He had been following my blog, and sorry though, radio is still government-owned. I didn’t realize this until afterward. That they had indeed taken a chance. And knew I had to get it out:

I didn’t get those messages until after they called. But in them, they asked about who I was and my story. When I told PBN that I wasn’t active in practice as a professional life coach at that time, the woman on the other end quipped that it didn’t matter, as quick as it took her to assure me, any money I spent was for press releases.

What made you decide to interview? What motivated you?

After a decade of not being believed because it simply doesn’t sound credible, someone was paying attention. Someone was watching me struggle to articulate week after week, month after month, and year after year what was happening.

How could someone so hurt Not get help>? When he was injured.

Because the stigmatization is too great, I was labeled an addict without a medical diagnosis, and for seven years, they refused to do an MRI until FORCED TO. When the damage was found, it was extensive and too late…

The elements of this sorry are many, but the storyline is all too pervasive within this country

And though I found what she addressed had happened to her unbelievable, if one doesn’t get Positive attention from something, they move on! If the information they are putting out is fraudulent, they are even HATED for it? They stop. She didn’t because, according to her? She COULDN’T. It wasn’t an option as it was the only safeguard she had against further unjust action against her. Should her last post point in the direction of them, they would hesitate to pursue anything drastic. Her note of this to the officers at certain times did change the course of their actions after whispering urgently with a Sargent before taking her back OUT of THE BACK door.

There were so many extraneous circumstances it seems

I haven’t even gotten to her story

Or instead, she has—so many times. In many different forums, she tells me much about Ali now. No feeling. She is detached. She has said it repeatedly in various media over the years, be it podcasts, blogs, documents, etc… Still, this offer to go international on every major news outlet.. well..that was an opportunity.

So the interview … in hindsight was an opportunity for you? Or given the context was it a risk?

What did you have to gain? And what did you have to lose?

Both. Exactly par for par she said deliciously. To make public what she had a decade earlier had had severe implications on her credibility and relationships.. instead of being heard concerning the warrantless search and seizure, the resulting misconduct, and the severe head injury untreated as a result.

Instead, she lost credibility and friends for it, was harassed, bullied by the PD, told to keep her mouth Shut

Why continue unless what I was writing was truly a Safeway for her to survive at this crucial time that had she not reported would have been consumed by like all the others. That’s right. Her attorney agreed. If no one knew, they could do… ANYTHING. They have, they DID AND THEY DO

WHAT I was most shocked by was how they simply throw away the innocent when they are aware they are wrong. How do they sleep at night?

What did they do?

In short? Subject me to absolute horror to start then ongoing Harassment misconduct, surveillance, false incarceration shock or pain to injuries they’re caused by their conduct

Instead of making reparations and moving on instead, they subject the person they’ve already traumatized with false arrest search and seize interrogation build, and a remake for a third transfer

I still do not know where that third transfer would have been having they not Been forced to release me and when I got the $30,000 bill I called them up five minutes later and told them I was not paying any way in hell I shouldn’t have been there and they automatically dropped it.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. No context. But at least we are somewhere near the beginning though that’s not always the best place to start…

. to absolute horror misconduct defamation, false incarceration shock or pain to injuries though caused by their conduct

I am taken with her not needing to be noted a certain way. Her effect belied someone struggling with demons large enough to snuff out any excitement of being heard by millions. Those are some pretty large demons to take away that joy, that hope that it meant people would listen to the truth, and she had wanted that. The defamation kills her. And in a forum in which she would be validated as nothing But credible after ten years.

But I learned later she knew everything came with a price, and she was so tired. She quickly explained the three levels of trauma and their effects on the body. There is distress, then distress, then complete dysfunction. Due to the complexity of her story, it wasn’t easy to decipher what caused what and when.

In such a statement, while feeling defenseless., her body broke down completely. She was in a state of trauma at KC dysfunction without the slightest acknowledgment that this was the problem for seven years.

Her medical issues are not what this piece is about but are the result of what happened and is heard; she would have the conditions she does. She now struggles with every cardiac, digestive, and other issue resulting from being in a state of dysfunctional shock for far too long. And Suddenly she became somewhat hyper defensive. I suppose perhaps because for so long her injuries had been ignored that the scar tissue that never should have been, turned into a deadly form of epilepsy that has now affected her heart and other systems due to the corrosive pharmaceutical medications she has to take. And the One that would harm her system. Her DHMC NEUROLOGIST says it wouldn’t be appealed until she was in acute organ failure. Her liver already heard the marks of someone who has a drinking problem. Except she hasn’t had a drink since she was 27. She is now, at the time of the telling of this story, of what happened to her, is 43. She appears about 10-15 younger: at times it’s somewhat eerie. She declares herself a type that never ages. Fast skin cell turnover. Hereditary she guesses. But she is rarely wrong and has she been heard regarding her injuries she wouldn’t be disabled. She would have been able to get up again as she always had and be strong: now all she had were words/ tell what happened/ for the sake of safety mainly due to empathizes: like Drake. She makes a quick note of…

Methodically, she brought up her medical chart to prove to me her conditions though I didn’t know asl/. She was wise to do this because to look at her; no one would believe she was serious. She knew even if, in the Moët, she thought someone would question it if someone did not prove it later. But before me, she didn’t show anyone, she told me. She had shut down nearly completely. Drawn into herself, she almost died from heart failure.

What could do this to a perfectly healthy 32-year-old who had just completed the peace academy after two master’s degrees out in OH at KSU, who had come in third place in the physical piece despite being a woman 32 to the boys in their early 20s? She was in unbelievable condition. Now she can’t get her heart rate up, has severe anemia, kidney and liver dysfunction, lesions, cysts, stones, need reconstructive surgery on her feet; the accident took out my back, and she developed severe temporal lobe epilepsy and atrophy along with brain bleeds due to lack of treatment.

Because, she said, the matter of factly, as though she had no more emotion to breathe any longer, no one believed her. Why? Because the officer had falsified the report. She later learned he did this so he could bring her to jail instead of admitting her to ICU. He stated she laughed at 18mpyh when she crashed at 48 mph. In a ditch., The chiropractor told their heart she was lucky she didn’t break her neck; the hoots show in the severity of the injury and how close she came to becoming a paraplegic,’

But she was told by a DHMC seven years later when she finally got an MRI, that she should not be alive. She should have died in that cell, And that night was just the beginning of her nightmare. She began with a brain suddenly stripped of all defense mechanisms, ability to think, recall or be as she had been and people blamed her character for symptoms she had no control over. Of course, at that point she was unaware that the damage was only getting worse, the scar tissue ensuring I ratio temporal l0eb epithets For seven years. The increasingly worsening symptoms of what was Not within her control and caused her immense pain, she was blamed.

In 2011, in the small née England town of Newmarket, NH, a young woman was subjected to a warrantless search and seizure based on informant misinformation alone.

We have heard too many stories of the inequality of incarceration rates when it comes to the race to go out of their way and commit immense resources without warrant arresting a wealthy white woman? When the liability on their end is so great, for a judge to hear the evidence which would prove the damage and incident as it occurred beyond a reasonable doubt would have the federal government charged with solicited attempted murder. There is no other explanation. ANd this isn’t her imaginative nor some rational yet unevidenced sensical happening after the fa, she was incarcerated the year before. That in and itself was merely ONE element to prove it did not happen as they had falsified. But they also had great motive, opportunity, concurrence, deliberately, the false incarceration Just the year before which was ruled AS FALSE BY A FEDERAL JUDGE HERSELF. All these elect together with the three years before of nothing But a pervasive pattern of harassment and misconduct on the police’s end> It was safe to say, She wasn’t jumping to any conclusions.

A perspective or opinion is that of a hypothetical character. But an idea or perspective backed by hard evidence>? That brings it into the legal arena TRUTH. And The Truth that happened was and is not what everyone else made it, but what indeed Did happen and WHY.

The Whys that have been missing have kept people skeptical as these events make no sense without context. And frankly, they do sound paranoid and conspicuous. To have a truth less believed than any lie you could tell? That wouldn’t be easy, But she refused t9 oi8e t9 be believed,

So systematically when I went to research this, the events that occurred to this young woman happened to coincide precisely with what happens whento those who end up ‘disappearing’. To where? I researched further and came across what is referred to as black sites. To my horror, I realized that given what she had been suspected of without any evidence they could have brought her to a location in or outside this country in which her amendment rights would have been suspended.

She would later tell me but show me the report, as she did with several when they were handy. The four boxes were there. That was a lie. …In the document she reviewed with me, I saw where it ordered a second transfer even AFTER it was proven the problem was not her mental status but the fact the DEA had acted rashly on a double transfer. Given she was already at NH State, the principal and only hospital for mental health commitments, and I was only designated to the first floor, so had Lots of room for crazy before going anywhere….Where would they have brought her had her fiancé not come every SINGLE day to ensure they knew they would be accountable. My parents had left the country after signing off on a prayer request. Many would later ask her how she could forgive her mother for this. She didn’t have an answer then and didn’t give me one. I didn’t push.

Eleven days after her mother did this the judge ordered her to mandated therapy and discharged me with an absolute. And DX f NOTHING. She has said so many times she wishes to write this all out, then attaches the documents she generously shared with me but for whatever reason, self-sabotage, or maybe deep down inside of her she realized that what was happening to her now and had too many times before, would have had she said anything then,

Because not that she had, having been asked to be on a show for six episodes the state and feds acted swiftly against her. I’m the ONLY way they could, by going to her medical providers and making false claims so they would for her or change her treatment to justify their misconduct. This last time, she said she knew enough it had already occurred several times, to realize the reason he cal; ed on her; as RX as he did was to ensure it appeared she was in a state of mind and on drugs she was not. In the lands of the supposed justice system legally, this would give EVIDENCE to mere OPINION or perspective and a judge reason to grant a warrant to look into it, rather than write it off as something of an unsound mind,

The reason I decided to do a story about a somewhat controversial topic and a woman of uncertain sanity, If I may. She spoke in what seemed a most honest manner,m neither attempting to embellish nor upset or angry. I wondered whether her rather robotic way of retelling the events was an indication of credibility and accuracy or not.

But as the episodes progressed I noted that not once, no matter the context or how it came up, did one detail she mentioned change. She told me how it was only after she learned that it was a warranties search as opposed to Unwarranted but she figured thirty fingers grew necessary,

She said she had hesitated to do the show, almost as though she knew if she did she would have to brace herself for another i\mpact, explaining any and every com[lait about major violations or resulting injuries were met with unwarranted outside police harassment, whether it be two weeks of being told my tail light was out, to being stopped and given a sobriety test without reason. There was a; was lash back and the more I spoke out? THe did they hear? The more they made her pay. I realized as she spoke, her having to take sips of water and catch her breath every so often, that she reminded me of an older adult. One who appeared about 25 despite being 43. So I understood when she said that more disabling than her seven conditions over the past seven years was that she was treated as though she wasn’t telling the truth when she was. NO matter what. She had no reason to lie.

She told me for seven years she had tried to get medical help for a severe head injury obtained three weeks after she was released from her elven day stint at NH state for the search and seizure. They’d found nothing in, nor in her apartment. Because she had no association with the activity they had associated her with. Though she understood why they may have thought w2at they did. It didn’t help that she tried to explain, however, because it was what got her committed for the interrogation. The admission of knowledge of what they were referring to.

She thought she was being So wise

This was because the pervasive pattern of abuse she suffered in the effect of what happened to her, continues. People are aware of the 70s when it was routine to withhold evidence that would have exonerated death row inmates?

The here oremeidcaitrf murder and happened all the timeS as do Narendra Still where people go to jail for life when they didn’t do The tie

Of course, this galena to African Americans at a disproportionately erroneous rate relative to Caucasians equally is the case. But pardon my objective factual disruptions. This story isn’t about key or them but I figure it may give some context. Or at the very least remind The American public that the system has been corrupt for a very long time.

But here’s the odd thingS the woman I interview is neither black ke poor: she is white, some would say wealthy, highly educated, and an internship away from an MLADC licensure. To target this woman? The DEA, state, and Feds had to be SURE of what they suspected which she alleged could have only been one thing judging from the interrogation and the fact she engaged in nothing but research writing biking, and reading …

. It wasn’t a one-stop-shop and perhaps by airing the truth of her story, others will reveal their love. Maybe they do not have the case she does regarding the DEA and state that make her the liability she is today. But she had planned to move on until this last year they made it clear, they wouldn’t allow it. And so she seeks formal closure after a decade of the false incarnations, charges, entrapments, even a solicited attempt on her life. Something I never would have believed if she hasn’t shown me the evidence which made it so I wasn’t able not to think what I like many before me; chose not to because it’s far easier to believe what we are do dbtooned to than know the world is not the safe bubble we’ve all made it out to be.

At least not to those whose truths threaten to shed a light on the myth of governmental infallibility / also it’s becoming increasingly known that court isn’t equivalent to justice. If anything it’s become an Avenue to incarcerate those we choose. Or those they choose. The laws, C the statute, the judges, and all the variability in between make it so any judge can impose any sentence for any crime these days. As easy as it is to set someone up for life in jail. Three incidents in which you touched or assaulted someone whether you did or didn’t if they want you charged

Her example was telling. She was arrested in her own home for stalking. She explained to S how they accomplished this?

And how fate intervened to save her from a fraudulent transfer to federal where she would become a number with another ‘crazy story’.

How did she have parents who said… when the jail called after a life of As good to have in class and not one issue all her life?

There is no hierarchy of humanity. There isn’t even oneself or one way to be, or even two, but many. As many as there are yous and me. As many as there are she’s. And what she went through split her in half in more ways than one. She became like a walking slogan for

‘Why stay silent after you’ve been f**** with by the government’

Literally. The before and after were shocking and permeating from every cell: she wasn’t the same person and yet she was. Constitutionally and psychologically. So should we ask to whom I will be speaking that is irrelevant? What is? Is her story and the need for those in similar situations to know others have been there and speak out.

I asked her to speak after hearing her on a five-part podcast series with KC Armstrong…

Repeated traumas crashed the identity She had become comprised of through genetics upbringing and integrated experiences and severe brain damage had been shattered she said

But it wasn’t in effect Igbo longer knowing who she was but the reflection of others in which she lost herself over a long slow period, a painful AND perhaps cce pattern of devaluation

And when that evolution is based on assumptions and lies, OneNote is still reflected as they are not, and it gets to them. It takes character to realize you aren’t who others have made you

But that took ten years of shock, realities too quickly denied in favor of believing the world was still as safe as it was

As it was before what, I asked

It wasn’t a simple question

Before she realized the government would take out its people, even learning their innocence if their liability were involved.

Has it been an instance or two? Perhaps we could call her a conspirator but it was over ten years since she began to research the systematic way the givers take liabilities out, Silencing them. Offers state employees big bucks to whitewash the likes of someone who can prove a federal case against the federal, government like solitude attempted murder, they want HER GONE. Snuffed out. For good. It’s happened before and is happening now yet few weeks are talking about it,

any attempt to tell s met with surveillance or harassment eventually the person gives up. Worn Down, Bug what they can control and didn’t predict? Was she being asked to be on a radio show that would broadcasting like it to millions; flattered she said yes to this initiative

If one physical constitution including the structure of the brain is no longer the same is that person the same

She says she struggled with this question indefinitely on some existential level until the answer stood starkly before her. She wasn’t her physical being. As Descartes would himself have had air, I’m more composed of my spirit in identification than my body as it is the ‘thing’ that has been passed on, that which has survived. And If such things are not authentic I decided whether she was or was not the same anymore didn’t matter as nothing would to her in a world without God

A co-founding statement coming from someone with a story that would only push someone no longer to believe than to believe more. But it was in the details she says, not the larger picture that was always going to be embedded within her dates that she could not escape GodV allowed her to survive what those of the state and DES, those who tried to take her life, were confounded by.

When I heard of this woman’s story I thought to interview her if only to see how I could catch her in lies or perhaps reveal a path to truth. She had been online for years attempting t9 tell what had happened to her. If she was sensat9ojao9sa9jyntuej what she was saying needed not only to be heard. She needed to know she was not alone and that someone Heard her and related to what happened, We all have a breaking point and it was clear she was close to hers.,

Where, when why, how, whom, what

Who sky

What WARRANTLESS search and seizure led to a subsequent ongoing pattern of abuse and misconducts and abuse

Where in the state of NH, mainly Portsmouth

Why; due to suspicions raised by a young woman I told to leave me alone

When in 2011 until today

In= the state of NH, in the state of NH, Sky was subjected to a WARRANTLESS search and seizure that led to a pervasive pattern of misconduct in the form of NH, due to suspicions from 2011 until today

I heard her on the KC Armstrong show 8in which she did a five-part series and briefly went over what happened to her., But She skimmed quite a bit and much of it wasn’t clear. I wanted to learn whether she was telling the truth

I didn’t even know what I liked to do until I was able to do one thing at a time;l Before then I was racing from one thing to another. When I was put on ADHD medication And could focus those interests of hers became something more easily read about,., and the more she read about what she was interested in? The more she became curious.

Granted before being able to focus she would have not lost interest but lost the ability to pursue the appeal further than her focus of the hour or day would allow her. Now?> she confessed, she was able to lean in, no matter where she dropped off. And she found herself winding into information on the internet she may not have been supposed to need privy to.

But this isn’t about her interests, This is about what happened to her. It made her realize she wasn’t as she had constructed. But that those around her determined more her composition. It was only after some time she realized she was the same person as the one who had become devalued over the last five years due to circuit stages beyond her control. But those which appeared to others as a criminal mark on her person that was unforgivable. What she had been charged within her own home with an order placed on the neighbors below, was a mark on her character, to which she would have preferred murder.

She confessed to an obsession in high school with a man who represented a father figure Ana gave her what she needed. A man she subsequently had an affair with and while he could move on after his children of her same age found out, she found it mr9oe difficult. Her only mistake. Two iPhone calls. The last thing she did was drive by or to his place. The last instinct she had when she was wound up with this one person was to stalk him. A fruitless endeavor that would get one nowhere when it came to reconciliation or getting back together in some way with a person you love. So to be charged with this and have others come to know this though she was never asked about it so she could never explain it.

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After a year at home following a failed marriage, a new town, and an ironically genuine need to get an order on the other party whom it was alleged put me in prison in 2014. She mentions an accident the following year though I’m certain he is confused Guinean she has already mentioned one in 2011. The one obtained due to a falsified police report and not being in ICU where she by law belonged had the officer put the correct speed of 45…

But why would he do this? Because he had been solicited, she said., Now I was getting skeptical > The state is getting involved. I was on board with the false charges but,.,I decided to listen. SHe seems unexcitable as though it is an unpleasant task to tell what happened. Again, That is what intrigues me I suppose. The combination of her lack of sensationalism together with what sounds like an impossible story.

But the things we do not hear of often nor hear of often do sound unreasonable or impossible just like new hypotheses formulated after we have already become set on a former one. It’s far easier to keep believing what we know, so we don’t have to change anything, so we can still stay comfortable and safe. I don’t think she had that option. She had to reconcile what was happening to her, as the facts were indisputable. After each of us incident, her then-fiancé insisted they obtain the report, Four boxes of original pieces, not reduced falsified, or omitted entirely. That is evidence most never have at the end of a decade of what she alleges she went through the

She begins, It happens. And I suppose it does.

What happened to me has happened to millions, but it is rarely spoken about, largely in part because the majority of those who have lived what I have are no longer living or had their voices stolen in the effect of rampant defamation or federal incarceration. The broadest example of what I lived I, or any, can imagine, is that of an African American, falsely accused of a crime and when the state realizes they made a mistake in their prosecution, as opposed to redeeming the innocent, they instead ensure that person becomes who they needed to ensure they are safeguarded,

While these establishments are rigorous in attempting to ensure the public only sees them as a united front in the interest Of the Public, the Actuality is they will unite and band together to protect a fellow officer, even if that officer has made a grievous mistake and if it will cost an innocent their freedom or life. If it happened to me, it could happen to anyone.

I’ve begun this story over a thousand times, whether it attempts to document

what happened or as it runs through my mind, in spurts and bits, pieces unwanted, crowding out any ability for productive thought or non-reactive behavior. But these pieces are there to form a whole, one I had to swallow. One that changed the course of my life forever.

But isn’t that what life is? A stream of events, over which we do or don’t have control, which comes in part to shape our lives, or is it instead what we make of them. How do we interpret what happens to us? Others reactions. How we are conditioned. If we are taught self-love, we learn to interpret others’ deficiencies as our own, allowing the unconscious projections to be inevitable in the face of openness. If we learn to self loathe, we absorb the defects of others without any sense that it is not ours to own. There are many things. Those which come to form what we call life. . And genetics •. Perhaps it is all three. Or perhaps

Is that All? The will of God

Now the question is, should I recount what happened in sequence. The seven years, one week, month, year at a time. Do I start in the middle and then go back to explain the hows and whys. In so many ways my mind has yelled all this at me, thrown me into it full force again without my permission.

So many obscure, obscene, horrific events, one after another resulting in false incarcerations, permanent injuries, an attempt on my life, and ultimately, a near immunity from the law in the effect of the fact, armed with reports dating back from the start, easily able to prove every human rights violation and offense upon my person, most state and local officials would prefer I not stand b enforce a judge. I won’t be able to do this sequentially as I know I’ll roll around, things will bring up other things that need to be mentioned. Then I’d hop up to that last thing mentioned and forget the original *. Given I spelled out the issue, I suppose I could write these sequences but I want it to sound like me. So it will be what it will be. The best format I could think of was an interview format in which I ask every possible question to a true skeptic who doesn’t believe the actuality. Below is another way I wrote it up.

The last time this occurred, three officers were suspended and two were put on leave. They are aware, that I have what I need even to show they were complicit in the 2015 attempt on my life, that the state falsified the report, and that more than easily proven, would enforce, they then explain why. This would ensure many, too many, officials would be facing federal charges, such as solicitation to murder, and well, they will do anything to avoid this. And they did. But perhaps I was just a better strategist than the entire state and local officers over five years, or perhaps, I was meant to slide out this other side and be j voice for those who were silenced for the same reasons they attempted to silence me. To avoid dire consequences of their intensely illegal actions.

So what is my story

Where does it start

Where does it end

I don’t think it has ended. And I’m not sure it ever will. Just last week I found the whole bolt system removed from the rear wheel of the bike that I rider ? All the time I asked the shop manager if she was certain there was no way the bolt could have been removed or fallen out due to natural causes. Or the fact I’ve been rear-ended five times in the last year and my number just got taken off. The fact that each of these reports was falsified and I made it clear I could prove irZ the fact I wasn’t given a ticket or court date or had no insurance agent call me. Certainly, that didn’t scream GUILT. And after the officer spoke with the woman who had slammed me for a good hour he would ask for my license number no statement and take off. Always I knew to pull over because even if it isn’t your fault? It can still count as a hit and run if the other pulls off and ‘says’ you did as well. Given what was alleged in Hampton thru were sure they’d be permitted to say it was assumed I fled on purpose. I never did. Not once. Not even when After slammed I let THEM GO. No reason for them to call except for entrapments. They were all immigrants. Cops say green card. They do whatever they say.

Any doubt I had had in greater being evaporated the more I experienced the otherworldly grace and beyond my own doing. I live now today with the utter conviction that I will not go before my time. Because my time had been up far more times than I am meant to be here and he Alive

But this isn’t about what if these events are not only out of our control, but we can live with no other choices of our own volition. My choice to work, be credible, not disabled, repeatedly harassed by the same entities meant to protect me, those who had already injured me severely? I’ve never been one to play the victim; but when you can honestly find no fault in your intention and conduct except for curiosity and the desire to explore it l, it is difficult to not run on resentment, permanently injuries a constant reminder to the truth of what was done to you

truth is truth

And if I could change it, I would

If I could instead assume all responsibility as opposed to simmering in anger I’ve either asked for or yet in life experienced? You’d Prefer it.

Infinitely

Let me start a little closer to the beginning. For the time being at least.

I never was an angry person. Let things roll right off me.

I became angry. An animal caged too long, poked and prodded for years by those I didn’t know than those m whom I’d been conditioned to trust then worse the former and loved ones unable to understand I’m not my inability to be who I was. Unless you treat me like I am. I react to being abused. Treated less than I was. Stupid. When I’ve gained wisdom and knowledge no education could have given me. No matter how hard I tried I Always I ended up more damaged

They say to look and see where you are responsible. I am responsible for continuing to believe a truth that had I not spoken about could have landed me in a hell I could not have escaped or could have allowed this to slowly unfurl in other ways they had planned. What seemed better to me. What would I do differently? Nothing. Each move I made was out of defense in the effect of one of their actions, whether a third time that week again pulled over, to a full-on false arrest without telling me the charges. None later declared false incarceration and the changes that day dropped. Yet slapped back on my record three weeks later for five years. My public defender ran from any possibility of fulfilling her role and ran from my fiancé asking her help then failed to answer any questions regarding why a change she witnessed he deemed false was still there? To take all employment pops etc away from me. And this was after five years of their having tried everything. Well, then again the next year I’d learn everything includes murder.

I moved back here with A Masters in Counseling from KentState, I was prepared to begin an Internship with a local therapist who was already situated in the area. We had planned to implement a drug and alcohol counseling wing at the Seacoast Mental Health Center, a local counseling center. Three months before we were going to begin, I was in a major car accident following an amendment violating search and seizure. But first things first.

I stayed on in OH TO take a few extra classes before moving back and also entered the PD academy for fun. Honestly. It was. Very easy. I figured, why not.

All for a reason. There is a God.

When the indiscriminate illegal things began occurring, I learned ten times more laws than I knew from the police academy thirteen years prior. And they as well. Fellow officers, to realize exactly what they were up to.

What happened to me has happened to millions, but it is rarely spoken about, largely in part because the majority of those who have lived what I have are no longer living or had their voices stolen in the effect of rampant defamation or federal incarceration. The broadest example of what I lived I, or any, can imagine, is that of an African American, falsely accused of a crime and when the state realizes they made a mistake in their prosecution, as opposed to redeeming the innocent, they instead ensure that person becomes who they needed to ensure they are safeguarded,

While these establishments are rigorous in attempting to ensure the public only sees them as a united front in the interest Of the Public, the Actuality is they will unite and band together to protect a fellow officer, even if that officer has made a grievous mistake and if it will cost an innocent their freedom or life. If it happened to me, it could happen to anyone. And most don’t talk about it. I made the mistake of saying yes to being on an international six-series broadcast and decided it was time for the truth to be told. Had I known the consequences that year ago I would have said no. I had no idea how threatened they would be at my telling the truth despite the fact all they had done about me was a lie. Repeatedly… I’m asked on the show to tell it once and the DEA.l went to my DHMC Manchester medical providers and lied knowing I have severe conditions and all due for four surgeries. They were waylaid due to the fact my heart is weak and they worry about it and the effects of anesthesia.

But that is closer to now. Maybe I should go back a bit…

I met a man who would not go away around this time who later became my fiancé. Or perhaps not that much later. Mere months he proposed and at 33, fond of this man who truly was an anomaly but one I (correctly) had surmised was also a narcissist. As long as I brought my steady steely self to the table, huge was the warm glue I hadn’t broken enough for. I allowed him to stick and spread despite the fact none of my family or friends were fond of him and I was plenty aware of the stereotypical signs Not to end up with a particular person. I ignored all the posts and went full speed ahead, as though some sense of adolescent immunity had finally caught up with me and I had no fear. I would learn a lot about fear in the coming years, far more than I had experienced in a lifetime.

learning even more law than I knew from the police academy thirteen years power, to realize exactly what they were up to.

What happened to me has happened to millions, but it is rarely spoken about, largely in part because the majority of those who have lived what I have are no longer living or had their voices stolen in the effect of rampant defamation or federal incarceration. The broadest example of what I lived I, or any, can imagine, is that of an African American, falsely accused of a crime and when the state realizes they made a mistake in their prosecution, as opposed to redeeming the innocent, they instead ensure that person becomes who they needed to ensure they are safeguarded,

While these establishments are rigorous in attempting to ensure the public only sees them as a united front in the interest Of the Public, the Actuality is they will unite and band together to protect a fellow officer, even if that officer has made a grievous mistake and if it will cost an innocent their freedom or life. If it happened to me, it could happen to anyone.

Far more than I ever will experience again. Unless I am placed in isolation without rhyme or reason again, never told when I will be released. or in a full spin on the highway after being hit at 95mph, I do not believe I will ever be as afraid again…But at that time, I hadn’t a notion on any conscious level my whole life would change completely, except for that little voice inside of me Knowing, Certain, that I could not get away with doing what I was doing without some sort of ramification. That I couldn’t possibly be so smart as to be the first one to have thought of such a system for obtaining free samples of what I had researched extensively. Agents that allowed one to tap into more than just that 3% of our brain. My intention was good and I was hurting no one. Not even myself, part of the plan ensuring all samples would be clean as any district out local or overseas would be certain to send pure, as I would promise to buy in bulk if we tested it as such. Had I planned to purchase large quantities, had I Done So, After my primary Arrest for being an alleged domestic terrorist, they acted without evidence, a judge’s signature, or a warrant. In a sense, these things, were they mistaken, As they Would then be guilty of severe human rights violations. Most especially the way I was handled, interrogated, and held for element days while they tore up my apartment. They found nothing. because there was nothing to find, and the head Agent, Garry Decker (who subsequently took over the property I lived on to dig up the entire yard,). Was furious. On my back from the bathroom, arms and feet cuffed themselves then tougher, I saw him throw a [plastic cup against the wall, unaware I was passing. God DAMMIT he shouted. They had nothing on me and he hadn’t expected this,, He was aware unless they FOUND something or were able within three years to charge me with a felony drug crime, He would be the one who may not walk free. NOT ME. But I didn’t know all this then.

It took years of reading original reports obtained, putting things together, officer testimony itself and, which, in 2011, following the World Trade Center Bombings ten years prior, was deemed not only a federal offense but a threat. Domestic welfare, thereby labeling me a domestic terrorist.

I will indulge the details of exactly why they not only suspected this but had nothing else To suspect. But the irony lies in the fact, that was the point. I had created a profile…..

Now the question is, should I recount what happened in sequence. The seven years, one week, month, year at a time. Do I start in the middle and then go back to explain the hows and whys. In so many ways my mind has yelled all this at me, thrown me into it full force again without my permission.

So many obscure, obscene, horrific events, one after another resulting in false incarcerations, permanent injuries, an attempt on my life, and ultimately, a near immunity from the law in the effect of the fact, armed with reports dating back from the start, easily able to prove every human rights violation and offense upon my person, most state and local officials would prefer I not stand b enforce a judge. The last time this occurred, three officers were suspended and two were put on leave. They are aware, that I have what I need even to show they were complicit in the 2015 attempt on my life, that the state falsified the report, and that more than easily proven, would enforce it, they then explain why. This would ensure many, too many, officials would be facing federal charges, such as solicitation to murder, and well, they will do anything to avoid this. And they did. But perhaps I was just a better strategist than the entire state and local officers over five years, or perhaps, I was meant to slide out this other side and be j voice for those who were silenced for the same reasons they attempted to silence me. To avoid dire consequences of their intensely illegal actions.

So what is my story

Where does it start

Where does it end

I don’t think it has ended. And I’m not sure it ever will. Just last week I found the whole bolt system removed from the rear wheel of the bike that I ride? All the time I asked the shop manager if she was certain there was no way the bolt could have been removed or fallen out due to natural causes or wear and tear

Does he say? No way

It was manually removed

So why, eight years after the unwarranted arrest of my person for what I did not do, do I still suspect that they would rather I will be incriminated. As of 2021, since I now have medical evidence of the atrophy which was experienced in the Brentwood jail cell, the arresting officer having lied on the report to ensure I wasn’t admitted for emergency treatment / and that literally nearly cost me my life and now, eight years later I have the medical evidence I could get for years. No one believed me. Not until they had to and that took a very very long time. This story will be written in spurts and pieces slowly then stitched together to shape some cohesive formation for the masses to better understand that the system isn’t what they had perhaps thought, and as opposed to a protector, is our main source of disease, enemy and conflict. Whether we see it or not, agents used in the past were mainly invisible to kill the lots, why not slowly but

Surely. Unless we have already solved the issue of why we have become so diseased. And we are far from that

Published by julieassmustheword

I Am. Many things. As many as you. All work and words are BY ME from my own opinions based on upbringing, genetics, experience and internalization of it among many other things, known and unknown. We are all a mystery. Really.

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