Fire and Desire: Mind. Fully. Blown! Possible Interp!
I picked a bad time to fall in love--that goes for both of US! . . . after I wrote that last blog, and showed the proof of both, well, at least who I am, and who, I was allegedly with, James "Angel" Kennedy, James, is still up for grabs, real Kennedy, or fake cop, in the true, order of things, as stated above, all honors, glories, resumes, music, cases, blogs, in fact, all things good in life, earned by others, is offered on the asset forfeiture tables of the cops, to position themselves to steal, kill and destroy to take, whatever they want, in the fucked up, Patriot Act world, modified to benefit, insiders, in the cop world . . . but, I thought of the opposite interpretation of the facts, leading to the blog yesterday, as a good attorney would, playing the devil's advocate, showing the other side of the, first observable interpretation, because when, all previous husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and potentials, have in true Judas fashion, betrayed me, my confidence, and even my love, when there has been a rejection, delayed gratification, or other apparent challengers, or men, which is the story of my life, starting as young as 2nd grade, when at least 10 boys would chase me home each day! To verify that, see, Joseph Walker, columnist, Deseret News, Salt Lake City, Utah, sometime after I was allegedly diagnosed to die . . . Joe writes of this daily chase, and on on occasion, I am sure I have blocked fro consciousness, when Joe, remembers, me falling down, with my dress, flying up around my head, exposing my panties, to all the boys' horror! More modest days, back in the day . . .
Like I said, when I first saw James Kennedy, I thought, immediately, that things are looking up around the Butte Rescue Mission, and my next reaction, was subconscious, for sure, and totally out of character for this self acclaimed and avowed, feminist, who prides herself, in not needing, and generally, wanting a man, with a weakness coming about every 5 years, making me think it might be nice to get old with someone, and giving into the thought, only to trash the guy, about 18 months later, when the real work of having a relationship comes, with all the compromises, sacrifices, and negotiations, which, seems to compromise my style! LOL! But, it is about that time, hitting the five year mark, but still surprising me, when I looked down at my ring finger, feeling like I had lost my gold wedding band, my preferred, style and class, sign of commitment and marriage . . . distinction, huge, difference between me and the material girl, Rachel, who wants a 4 caret diamond, before she will consider marriage, preferring the ring to the man, and making it a priority! LOL!
And there are many difference, only to name a huge ass one, that relates to the subject matter. James, mentioned that he was rich, or his family was, because, I neither saw, nor inquired after proof, but told him I was more into POWER, and I had a shit load of that . . . MY BLOG! LOL! But, yesterday, my first reaction, to God's intel, and seeing this man, who was not necessarily, even half as good looking, tall and built, but had longer, brown hair, and a goatee, with some indication, that I may want to pay attention to him, but really didn't, until he yelled after one of his son's, Elliot, which totally brought my mind to James, and then seeing the Suburban, crossing over the bridge on Orange Street, I immediately took note of what was going on. With my interpretation moving quickly to the negative, based on previous experiences, with men, whom I have described in the last several blogs, with the attitude, appearing to be . . . love me, or I will destroy you!!!! And they seem to have the power, connections, and authority to do it, using local and state people as their pawns and arms of the government, or the Mormon Mob!
Silky Sweetness . . . I Never Saw Anything to Indicate Any Cruelty In Kennedy's Nature, In Fact the Total Opposite . . . Seemed Sweet, Hurt When I Left
I am paying, Ms. Illuminati Sex Slave chick, $20 per night, so that I don't have to sleep on the streets, or on the couch of several guys, who offered me the option of couch surfing, when I decided that I didn't want to rent the room available, because it is not ready until the first of the month, by that time, I can be back in the Poverllo Pit, Den of Iniquity . . . just joking, of course, depending on the day! LOL! But, Kassy, is only 23, was my roommate, up in Kalispell, when she and her 52 years old boyfriend, Meryle, rented a room, in the trailer, I rented the couch from, owned by my client's son, David. So, Kassy and I go back a while, hit it off, immediately, and we seem to have switched ages, she likes older guys, and listens to older music, and I like younger guys, and listen to popular music . . . but, early morning, around 4 or 5, I got woken up by Kassy's music, old school, stuff I listened to when I was in junior high! But, each song, seemed to have a message, that addressed, thoughts, accusations, and indictments that I handed down to Kennedy, probably not deserving of them, and seemed to bring back to mind, who he really is, and that doesn't seem to have a bad, or mean bone in his body. Then I remembered how hard, he tried to get with me . . . but, I thought he was a bounty hunter, or an assassin, and refuse to go anywhere with him, and ditched out of Butte, twice without telling him, told him no, on Durango, and have not seen him sense!
I'm Pissed Off at James, For What I Created . . . Men, Generally, are Not into Delayed Gratification . . . With Rachel, there is NO Delay! LOL! Easy Choice . . . But, She is a FAKE! Not Good on Egos!
So, in retrospect, and rightly so, always, wanting to fall on the side of safety, and heart protection, I am probably, much, more guilty, than he is, that things didn't work out . . . he did everything, to risk getting battered and blugoned by this brutal chick, projecting former men, onto this, basically, underserving victim, getting blamed for lovers past, whom, in some cases, probably could blame me and did, for the issues and problems, but Kennedy, seemed totally void of malice, intent, and manipulation, just being a guy. And, that, is generally, enough to cause me suspicion! LOL! There must be a catch somewhere! LOL! With each song, my heart, got more and more beat up, over what I had done to James . . . songs with lyrics, like maybe, usually means, NO, and you always have other guys, and don't let me down . . . by the time I left the motel, this morning, I felt horrible, and started thinking about the scene at the swimming pool, yesterday that set my ire in motion! Perhaps, James, symbolized by being with two young boys, was actually, watching over my sons . . . the one named, Elliot, seemed to be the one, least likely to listen to him, with dad calling, and calling, falling on deaf ears. There have been many times, after meeting James, that would indicate, a love between Elliot and James, working together, met through family, fake family, or running into each other, in the cops world? And actually, as much as James listens to music, there would be a common love of music!
Then there was the other part of the event, with James and the two boys in the pool with me, rather than out on the road with Rachel . . . the Orange Street Bridge, with Rachel going over it, has tons of symbolism. First, the color orange, was the color of the carpet, or burnt orange, just like the color of the walls at the pool, has come to represent, smart, to me, in this sign and symbol game, me and God, use in dreams, on trucks and license plates, and other areas to communicate without prayer, but through constant communications and Intel! The white Suburban, was crossing over the Orange St. Bridge, so that could indicate, that James is over Rachel, whom I am sure, is a distraction and draw for any man, with Barbie Doll proportions, used as a distraction for other inadequacies, that most men, never see through! Especially, cops! But, for me to be attracted to James, he had to have, the potential of being smarter, than the average man, and I never saw him flirt, womanize, anyone, but me. LOL! Which is okay . . . judge on the statements made by the Sicilian mafia or hit man who was in Butte, the last time I was there, hoping to maybe run into James, seemed to be giving me clues, using himself, as an analogy for me . . . claiming to have had similar issues with cops, authority, and the Patriot Act, bull shit! He said, that people paint him . . . and he was extremely good looking, well built, nice calves, legs, etc., but people describing him, would say that he was ugly, having a scar, that I never noticed, across his left eye, but when they met him, they were pleasantly surprised, to find, that the total opposite was true, and then he asked me to hang out with him that day . . . No. Was my response . . . my blog takes precedence over all else, I am trying to save the world, for God sake! LOL!
It Is Complicated! Layers of Loyalties! Denials! Surprises!
Kennedy, may have received the same perverted description of me, and had a totally different reaction, than he expected . . . I picked a bad time to fall in love! LOL! That was right before the Congress was to either fund or let sunset the Patriot Act, and I was writing all the time! Bad timing, especially, if James was an undercover cop, my world, and had a particular mission to accomplish, or a hit, or one more guy, who is suppose to beat the hell out of my heart, trying to give me an attitude adjustment, in cop terms! LOL! Men in my life, from, Brett, my 3rd husband, on down, to whomever, seemed to have a trained pattern of, Love Bond; Love Bomb, a psychological means of getting you hooked on a guy, and then, them breaking you, through, bombing the love, and then taking control over you, and generally, including other women in that game! A means of lowering self esteem, strength, and self, worth, if not trying to destroy your love for yourself all together, especially, when you are already at a low in your life, as I was, when Brett met me. Then, these trained, women's men, sex addicted, egomaniacs, do what Mick Jagger, sang about in, Under My Thumb . . . changing your dynamics, and then seeing you make a change, then bring in the other woman, and in Brett's case, that consisted of former best friends and sisters! I think, that back-fired on Brett, and he is the one, who was pissed when it didn't work! LOL! I told him, he could have Kay! NO CAT FIGHT FROM THIS SELF-CONFIDENT GAL! LOL! DESTROY HER! LOL!
Maybe, I was on guard, more with Kennedy, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and never let him get to first base, keeping him at bay, and taking off, without telling him, the night after he told me he loved me, with me discounting that statement, due to his condition . . . are you under the influence of drugs, alcohol, or whatever, but I was concerned for his welfare, cop or not, I never want anyone's blood on my hands, because I was selfish, and I knew that there were eyes on us, listening to our conversations, and my Intel Man, God, had been telling me for days, that James life was at risks, SO I left, in my normal fashion, not telling anyone where I was going, what time, I was leaving and when I would see them again, if ever! There was a lot of love on my part, whether shown or not, when I, reluctantly left James, but he didn't know that . . . priorities, the country, freedom, rights, liberties, knowledge and power, were taking their proper place, so I figured, that I just saved myself, a shit load of hurt, by ditching out early! LOL!
Someone Saved My Ass a Couple of Times . . . The Radio Station . . . The TRAIL! LOL! Shoes, Rings, Protection, Evidence of Someone!
As pertaining to the music, and at the time, I was listening to Elliot's old stuff, and had no idea that he had new material coming out, although, I knew, he always had something going on, musically, speaking, and I was aware of his two new bands, The Ditch and the Delta and Worst Friends . . . DAMNED RIGHT! Seeing that James loved music, even gave him my ear buddies, since my computer had been compromised in Missoula, right before I took off to Butte, but, James' interest in music, sparked a renewed interest in Elliot's old music, and several times I asked Kennedy to come to the library, and see my son's bands, the Red Jesus! He pissed me off, and I was sure James was in on the coup or ruse to steal or benefit, from Isaac being Elliot, still, or I thought he must be involved, somehow, because, he refused to be interested at all in teh music, which indicated to me, he was either a cop, or involved somehow, new daddy, jealous daddy, but he seemed in denial, either from what he had heard or what he generally thought . . . YES, the bass guitarist and vocalist, in God's Revolver and Maraloka, both the same kid, mine, is Elliot Taylor Secrist . . . James would act strange, every time I attempted to introduce him to my son's bands! Something is up! I started to distrust Kennedy, because of his response to my requests that he meet me at the library, which, by the way, he never did, and figured that he was somehow involved, and it appeared at at deep level!
Once, I started writing about Elliot, and his bands, Christmas Eve, of 2013, I think, when I called Elliot and found out that he was alone on Christmas Eve, I decided, since I was up in Seattle, with Star, or Karen, and Miles, I would watch all his music videos, to feel close to him, and I dig his music like crazy, totally love watching him, have bragging rights, and love the hell out of the kid . . . I only heard Chris' music once, so I was not as knowledgeable of his music, and he was easy prey, because he was much more private, doing his music in the quiet of his bedroom and hone, never exposing it to may . . . but, after hearing it, and it was just as good in the hip hop, rap, popular music, as Elliot's was to alternative hard rock and metal, and I was sure, after getting some Intel, from God, that "they" stole Chris' music also! The Goldfish Brothers!!!!!! James seemed in shock when he saw my birth certificate, and generally in denial on many things, but if he had met, either Rachel or Shelley as me, or Kay . . . he would be in shock and if, Elliot, by this point was involved, and telling people that Rachel, often called my twin, was his mother, and working with cops, Shelley, Isaac, his closest cousin, and totally in the dark on his other music, just being brought, in after, my blog, exposed this REDHEAD to the music world, with no other person, being able to get away with substituting as the rare, good-looking, talented, amazing guitarist! "They" had not choice, but to involve Elliot!
I get the impression, that James Kennedy, knows both of my sons well! And they may have even developed a father-son relationship, with this family conspiracy going on behind my back to cut, mother bear out, knowing damned well, that the extended family, and her birth family, has made a fortune off the Secrist family, and willing to bring in the kids, but not the mother, who would go after them and wants to see the family members, including grandpa and grandma, in PRISON!!!! They know they pulled of a heist worth at least a billion, and they are not willing to give the women, who either made it possible for her sons, but made a shit load of it herself! Oh, hell, no, they are not going to let the daughter, whom they have all been jealous of for decades, get one red cent of her own money, nor get the satisfaction of know, just how kick ass her kids are . . . JUST TOO MUCH GOOD ATTENTION AND CREDIT TO THIS MOTHER WHO BUCKED THE SYSTEM, GAVE HER KIDS TOTAL FREEDOM TO BE THE CAPTAINS OF THEIR OWN SHIPS, LIVES, AND JUST SUPPORTED VERY SMART KIDS, IN THEIR PURSUITS! I am totally fine with aunts, uncles, grandma and pa, working with my kids, but to say that Rachel and James, or Shelley and Jack/Frank or whomever, or that Brett and Kay are their parents . . . FUCK NO!!!!!! They want total control over the boys, my daughters, bragging rights, and MONEY!
Cradle of Filth, Enshrined in Crematoria, School Craft . . . Get Behind the Scenes! Shelley Did Not Do This Family, Nor Her Own Son, Isaac . . . Not the Mother of ELLIOT! Rachel is not the Mother of Chris!!!!!!! This is a Cover-Up for Theft! And We Are Talking Billions! Blog Included! James, Is Neither Boys Father . . . Not With Me, Nor Rachel . . . Jealousy Aside! Love Them, OKAY . . . Who Would NOT? Honesty is the Best Policy! Sons!
Somehow, the same music, different parents, is cleansed for the Bad Grandpa and Grandma! They say, the second child, is the Invisible Child, especially, in Mormon family of 8 children! The last time I saw my father, he said, Jo, I always thought you would make a good college professor . . . Dad I taught at 3 of them! The block James has on the fact that Elliot and Chris are my kids, my father has a block on all my accomplishments . . . If you tell a lie, often enough, it becomes the truth . . . and that appears that these dumb asses, have believed their own LIES! The lies now, have become collective lies, so embedded in the subconscious of this group of people, that it literally, has BECOME THEIR REALITY! Now, that is sick! I think of the presidential candidate, KASIC . . . or Kay Sick! And they ALL ARE!
If you don't deal with REALITY, reality will DEAL with You!
EVEN A KENNEDY, IS NOT GETTING AWAY WITH TAKING CREDIT FOR MY KIDS . . . EVEN MY KIDS, DON'T GET TO CHOOSE THEIR PARENTS!
Old Saying: You Can Choose Your Friends, But YOU CAN'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY!!! Nice Try! LOL! YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING PROUD!!!!! THEY ALL WANT TO BE ME, TAKE CREDIT FOR BEING ME . . . AND YOU DON'T GET THAT? REALLY?
JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., Attorney at Law . . . I want these guys, prosecuted to the full extent of the LAW! The law, is the law, is the law!
P.S., to mark the evidence of where I am right now, I am sitting at 11:00 A.M., today, Friday, September 17, 2015, at McDonald's, on Broadway, Missoula, Montana, and in just a few minutes, I am going to order, a Sirloin burger, and large fries, on my Walmart money card, ending in the last for digits, of 0192, use your fucking PRISM systems, spy gear, and surveillance cameras, with my permission, to verify, just what I am saying. I have been right here, either eating, watching FBI files, 48 Hours, or writing this blog, as bad ass con law chick, constitutional law attorney, extraordinaire!!!!!!!!! The FACTS ARE THE FACTS, ARE THE FACTS!!!!!!!
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