Sunday, March 8, 2015

WHAT IF SOMEONE WANTS YOU DEAD, BUT YOU LIVE TO TELL? D.C. PLAN--BRILLIANCE OF THE SEA, NO BRILLIANCE OF THE MOUNTAINS--CLEARWATER FIRE & RESCUE, TRUTH AGAINST VIOLENCE . . . AS I STRUGGLE TO WALK WITHOUT FAINTING, AND TOXIC TASTES, ARE EVER PRESENT IN MY MOUTH, BLOTCHES, BURNS ON MY SKIN, WONDERING WHAT DAMAGE THIS LAST POISONING IS DOING, RAVAGING MY BODY . . . I WAS HAPPY, THAT TODAY I FOUND A LETTER FROM THE CALIFORNIA VITAL STATISTICS, WITH A COPY OF MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE! SYMBOLIC REBIRTH . . . I HAVE HAD TO FIGHT EVERYDAY JUST TO KEEP MY IDENTITY--IT TOOK ME A YEAR AND A HALF TO GET THIS, JUST THE START OF A LONG LINE OF EFFORTS TO RE-OBTAIN MY AUTHENTIC GOVERNMENT DOCUMENTS, THAT PROVE WHO I AM . . . SAD, WHEN THE ONE CONTROLLING THE DOCUMENTS, IS ALSO THE ENTITY OR UNDER THE CONTROL OF THOSE WHO STOLE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE IT BACK, NOR GET YOUR IDENTITY BACK, BEING DIVIDED UP AMONG AT LEAST THREE OTHER WOMEN! JUST THIS MORNING, THREE ATTEMPTS AT WRITING A BLOG ABOUT, THE HOT & DELICIOUS TOPIC OF MAKING DINNER FUN AGAIN, CELEBRITY CHEF, CURTIS STONE . . . AND HOW FAMILIES WHO COOK & EAT TOGETHER, TEND TO STAY TOGETHER! KAY OR ONE OF THE D.C. PLAN, CIA ASSETS, WILL STEAL THE TITLE, AND TRY TO WRITE WHAT I WAS GOING TO WRITE . . . RIDICULOUS! LIFE IS BLOG--GET YOUR OWN! BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK BLOG IS MINE, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! ON ANY SEARCH ENGINE! GET YOUR OWN LIFE, IN PRISON HOPEFULLY, AND STAY THE HELL OUT OF MINE!

Amazing . . . Every Time You Think These ASSHOLES Are Possibly Leaving You Alone, They Steal the Next Title!  At Least I Didn't Have The Whole Thing Written!

This morning at the Butte Rescue Mission, where I am staying, and have been for a week, I found an envelope on the dresser, next to my bunk, and I was hoping that it was from the California Department of Public Health, Center for Health Statistics and Informatics, Vital Records, containing my birth certificate inside . . . and, happy to say, it was.  Now, one would think that getting a birth certificate should not be a big deal, but it has been, especially, since the government plan, or the D.C. Plan for me, taking away my life, basically, starting back in 2000, and continuing on to today, includes, stripping me of all self-authenticating evidence of my natural birth, life, history, pictures, ID, connections with my life, children, law practice, employment, and whatever else, they can do to make my life miserable, including, killing me!  

If you were to look at last weeks, poison, given through, the popular, green tea, coffee beans, and related diet related products, and took it in isolation, of all other events in my life, you might be able to convince yourself, that, no, in fact, I was not given poison, that was intended to kill me. However, if you look at the totality of the circumstances of my life, over the last 15 years, you will see that it is not only carrying on patterns and traditions of the past, but even doing what worked, 15 years ago, when I was poisoned with poisonous African tree frog gum, placed on my steering wheel of my car, oderless, tasteless, and being taken into your system, through the pores on your hands, and slowly going up and killing you, or attacking the frontal lobes of your brain . . . I just lived too close to the scene of the crime, the Utah Medical Association, where I worked and the poison was placed on my steering wheel.  A factor that the alleged experts didn't take into consideration, when planning my first demise!

Constant Attacks & Assaults On My Life . . . Whether Through Poison, Police, Putting Me in Eminent Danger, Or Whatever Variety They Come Up With!

So, to take the whole thing into perspective, there is an orchestrated, plan, could be right from the President's desk, or from those around him, to take me out of commission, so that my resume, history, legacy, writings, manuals, teachings, publications, blogs, and what not, can be used, by someone more controllable, I am a lose cannon, and nobody controls me, nor will they ever . . . but, that fact, does not allow, the government, under some, D.C. Plan, to come in my life, and steal every aspect of it, denying the creator, of it all, ME, to have access, priority, claim, and all to what, legitimately belongs to me, and has no connection, or tangential right for the government, to be involved.  I can see their fucked up, small minds, trying to justify it for national security, or for the greatest good for the greatest number of people, or to use my connection with the PEOPLE and the U.S. Constitution, to blindly get the masses to follow me, and then turn the compass, just a little to the right, or wherever, to make the people, see things through their point of view, which is contrary to both mine and the majority of the People!

I do not deal in tricks, bribery, corruption, violations of sacred trusts, promises, rights, privileges, allegiances, alliances, and so forth, and if these fuckers, can't convince me through, logic, argument, example, facts, evidence, and all those great things that I am trained to look at them, fuck them!  I will not play ball.  But, to take what I have produced, from children, to intellectual property, and manipulate it, after taking it, forgetting the 5th amendment, people can't be denied, life, liberty and property, without just compensation . . . pulling in a fake JoAnn, Joanne, Joann, Joan, and whatever corrupt version of my name, you use, does not compensate me, at fair market value, the going rate for government takings!  You have never approached me, asked me to help, offered me compensation, gotten my approval, asked if you could represent me, and you know I would not do that, so, you simply decided that it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission, and stole all I have, up to and including trying to steal my life!

After Being Frustrated Over YOU Fucking Taking MY Titles, Three Times, I Decided to Watch 48 Hours . . . TRUE CRIME, Which Yours IS!

The first show started with a young couple on a honeymoon cruise that ended in tragedy . . . but the thing that struck me as strange, was the name of the ship, Brilliance of the Sea, because, symbolically, the word, sea, has come to represent Kay, who lived in Half-Moon Bay, California, with her second husband, David Buttars . . . easy to trace this bitch, so what is the problem, not even close to where I lived, practiced law in San Diego, NOT FUCKING ME!  But, when the cops were interviewing four young men, over the murder, of the young husband, in true fashion, from my Intel guy, God, one of the men, was wearing a basketball, shirt, that said, WALLACE, and the number 3, on the back!  It was just yesterday, that I wrote the blog on Mel Gibson's movie, Braveheart, and the main character's name, was Wallace, which I referred to on several occasions!  And the number 3 . . . had my blog and writing from yesterday, an inspiring piece, if I don't say so myself, been stolen, and divided it up between the three main, JoAnns, Kay, Shelley, Rachel?

In the next 48 Hours, I watched, a young girl was attacked by her former boyfriend, who just wanted a hug, and then took two knives out and stabbed her until he thought she was dead, and left.  The hospital, she was flown to, was called, Bayfront Health . . . another connection with Half-Moon, Bay, or Kay . . . was God, trying to tell me, that this harrowing story, on both mine and this young woman, who barely survived, but went on to become a voice of Truth Against Violence, indicative and symbolic of my domestic violence and sexual assault manual, that got national awards, and the envy of all of these women, even being used, presently by the Department of Justice, to combat, human body trafficking, and probably where my name and status as an attorney, a mover and shaker in the government arena, started and blossomed! Getting an award by President Clinton, under the Violence Against Women Act, back in 1996 or 97, is not small deal, and being a national model, is not either!

Shelley, Kay and Rachel, have all been abused women, and I have not, at least, on a personal level, or getting beat up in my home; however, I will say, that Jerry Owens, Brett Todd Stuart/Stewart, Frank aka Allan Rex Bess, have joined with the brotherhood, of cops, prosecutors and judges, not to mention, all family members, clients, associates, lovers, and whomever they can convince to side against me, in this, extreme case of violence, prejudice and systemic abuse . . . then you could say, I am an abused woman, on a huge scale!  Now days, when women tell me their tales of dealing with one husband, I don't laugh, but tell them to multiply that by all cops, prosecutors, judges, government agents, friends, family, clients, and whatever, and they will get a broader picture of what I am up against . . . take the California vital statistics . . . I sent $93 to them, a year ago, January, 2014, after letting my Utah Driver License lapse, thinking, that it would take 10 days to get . . . oh, hell no!  I had their people, probably FBI, intercepting the calls, trying stop me from getting proof of my identity, since they had successfully paid people, to steal mine, right out of my purse, or even told the DMV in Great Falls, Montana, to keep my DL, but they started telling me that I had to talk to one of them, before they could send me my birth certificate, WHAT?

So, I tried, and every time I called them, I got their voice mail, or some menu . . . this went on for about 20 calls, until I finally realized, that this was just another one of their little ploys to stop me from having a driver's license, even though I have a perfect record, unless I got dinged for Rachel's DUI, and suspended!  Finally, I wrote a scathing email, about them facilitating and guarding those who are stealing my identity, and they wrote back, sounding just like Shelley, a benefactress, saying that I was too mean!  Government agencies don't have the luxury of telling the public that they will not send them a birth certificate, because they are mean . . . I knew, that John Bagby, whom I had used his address to get the certificate sent to, had most likely been paid off, to intercept the birth certificate from me, while I paid for it, and never got my money back, with the email stating that I had insufficient funds, which was a bold faced lie!  No, this is a federal crime, crossing over state lines, and where it he fucking FBI, helping them!  The twitch'en bitches!  Can you believe this shit?  Amazing . . .  and I do have a resume to die for, and they have tried many times to make me die for what, being exceptional!  LOL!  Their assets, chicks are standard government issue! Nothing Special . . . as average as the day is long, that is why they have to steal, they can't DO!

The Fragility of the Federal Male Ego . . . An Average Attorney Was Not Good Enough for a Wife . . . Brett's Ego Could Only Handle the Best Resume--MINE!

You see, Brett, my third husband, the mastermind, behind, the violence against me, along with Kay and Shelley, whom I am sure he fucked, both, and probably Rachel and Sue, Tiff and you know, that MoMo polygamy thing, like Joseph Smith, a test of the loyalty of his men, was to give their wives, to him, and that would seal the deal, and most dumb ass Mo's would, being 70% of the CIA, FBI, and FNSA, all the guys, and the main recruiting tool for the Mo fed operations.  Shelley, pretending to be me, and an attorney, early on in the game, soon became very apparent, that once I started to heal from the first attempt on my life, could not cut it as an attorney; therefore, when Brett met Kay, he decided, that she was better suited, since I was getting back in to politics and the law . . . but, Kay was a ho hum, attorney, who lacked any shine whatsoever on her resume, and she was going into the hole, financially, as was Shelley, about $10,000 per month!  LOL!

First Brett, Shelley had her lazy ass sons, Jesse and Isaac, watched Elliot Taylor Secrist, fly and succeed, as bass guitarist for Old School Parallax, God's Revolver--Hard Rock Band of 2008, and Maraloka, now Ditch in the Delta . . . check the new stuff out, gets better all the time, and so does the blood lust for his music by this crew of losers!  El's music became money . . . the thirst for power, acclaim, fame, riches, influence got in their blood . . . then I went back to practicing law, and had $700 million worth of cases, on my desk, another source of money, then the blog, then the water compact, Clearwater Fire & Rescue, the ambulance service, who helped the girl who was almost killed by her boyfriend, but you can see where this is going, not only the money and all that is connected, but the prestige of claiming all that I had done, in fact, that these women were, in fact, me, I am sure, took them from their lowly states as a biologist selling cabbage patch doll shoes, and loser jobs, being a flight attendant, and an attorney, who was beaten in superiority in the law, on her first job, your old junior high school friend, JoAnn, and here was a group of jealous, envious, money grubbing bitches and bastards, Brett never had a pot to piss in, and my father had waited his whole life and ours for riches, and here it was for the taking!  And take they did!

Forgiveness . . . Is That Possible At This Point?

As I heard this young girl, and her mentor, who was beaten and burned on over 80% of her body from her cop husband, and they stated that the one saving factor was forgiving these men, who had so severely hurt them . . . I would like to distinguish, between their cases and mine, the men were picked up and booked, immediately after their crimes were committed, I have seen no justice, no arrests, no charging, no jailing, and nothing!  In fact, all I have seen, if that people, due to the situation, they have kept me in, like staying at homeless shelters, and missions, so people tend to question whether you are even an attorney and why are you here, aren't you suppose to be rich?  Just yesterday a girl asked me that very question . . . shouldn't you be rich, fuck yeah, I should be rich!  To the tune of about, at a bare minimum, of about $200 million!  And you don't even have a driver's license, or a birth certificate, or a social security card?

If there had been an ending date, a stopping point, a landmark date, that these fuckers, said, okay, she has us, and we need to just leave her alone, I might have just dropped all of this, never even written about them, just like this morning, my intent, was to write about the pluses of eating together as families!  All fucking good stuff, but I have eyes on me, 24/7, like vultures from the pits of hell, waiting to tare the flesh off any bone that is exposed to them, that might produce money!  And, they also, want to claim that they wrote the works that inspire people, change people, help families, lives . . . and why can't they do this, they have nothing inspiring about them, they are thieves, liars, corrupt, and dirty players . . . a corrupt tree cannot produce good fruit, and the fruit, doesn't fall far from the tree, their children are equally as corrupt and involved; therefore, their produce is spoiled and no good, so they steal mine, and my produce!  

Once these people are safely behind bars, and I don't have to worry about being framed, set up, given poison, chased by their fucking armies, and whatever I have been going through for the last 15 years, then, I might be able to forgive them, when I know, their lives are going to be a living hell, and for as long as they made my life hell . . . I choose to be happy, but it is damned depressing thinking where I have been and where I am NOW!  As much as I appreciate, the help, the warm bed and the food, I would much prefer to be able to do what I want, eat what I want, be who I want, like I always did before . . . you compare me to what I used to be, before these fuckers, got their fangs and talons in me, and there is not comparison, in looks, professionalism, competence, and presentation . . . they have stopped me from going to the gym, worried, that I will be like I was before, weighing 140 lbs, and gorgeous, on top of my game, I was not always this weight,  in fact that was all part of the D.C. Plan . . . they forced me to take drugs that made me put on about 80 lbs. right off the bat!  

This was a systematic plan, to take me out, and steal my identity . . . I was just looking at my birth certificate, and my father is listed as a, Special Agent, in the Air Force, Intelligence!  I was not up against the average run of the mill, persons, but up against professionals, who knew just want to do, and how to do it, and I still do better work than they do, and they still want to steal everything I do, in fact, after I wrote the blog on comparing the flu like symptoms, comparing them to the ISIS like symptoms and writing a magical piece of work, that hopefully will inspire people to think differently . . . I had a dream, just that night, and my father, dressed in a suit and tie, was sitting with a Chinese gentleman, a very distinguished man, both looking up to me, the teacher, and my father said how much he enjoyed my writing!  I have been blessed with the Brilliance of the Mountains, not the sea, as in Kay . . . she cannot lay claim to what I do, write, think, and live, she doesn't have the experiences I have!  You can look Kay's works and writings up, if they are still there, on the Internet, and see the lower level of writing skills and styles, very apparent, she didn't write what I have . . . Shelley has been studying my work since she moved in 3770 Sugar Leo, St. George, Utah, 2010, the year I filed the Brock security case, and the Cheek corruption cases . . . she has tried to emulate my style, my humor, and wit, can't pull it off, and Rachel has been taking classes, trying to get her up to speed . . . mine all came as a result of my work, jobs, and passions!

The Harder the Journey, The More Glorious The Victory!

Eat Dinner With Your Kids, It Is Healthy Emotionally, Mentally, Physically, Psychologically!


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