GEEKS & FREAKS! SHASTA TWIST. PUT SOME SPRING IN IT! PURE ZERO (4 ME) . . . CRITELLI--DARIGOLD (D.A.R.E. I OR MY GOLD--REMEMBER THE D.A.R.E. SCHOOL DRUG PROGRAM I KILLED ALONG WITH ASSET FORFEITURE, 1997, YEAH THE ONE THE DEA BOYS AND GIRLS WANT ME TO PAY FOR--HELL, THEY WERE THE ONES VIOLATING YOUR RIGHTS AND THEIR OATHS TO THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, I WAS PROTECTING, PRESERVING AND DEFENDING, AGAINST THEM! I DON'T OWE THEM A GOD DAMNED PENNY, THEY OWE ME BILLIONS!!!!!). MILLER LIGHT--GRANT CREEK--MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEMES TO HIDE STOLEN MONEY, ALONG WITH OFF SHORE BANKING! MONSTER ENERGY DRINK! BIG DIPPER . . . IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE HAPPINESS! BRUTE FORCE; LYNCH INSULATION. WARRANT TO KILL RECALLED! FAMOUS FOOTWEAR! MORNING OF THE REDHEADS ON BUS #11--TALKING PAINFUL SUNBURNS, EVEN WHEN YOU ARE BLACK!: (1) BLACK BUS DRIVER IN TRAINING, WIFE IS RED-HEAD--OH, I'M SORRY HONEY! COMMENTS AFTER BEING SEVERLY BURNED HIMSELF, HE THOUGHT BLACK SKIN WAS SUN SCREEN! LOL! (2) BUS TRAINER, HAS A RED-HEADED DAUGHTER, AND A DARK SKINNED, DARK HAIRED DAUGHTER . . . ON GETS BURNED, THE OTHER ONE GETS TAN! (3) I JOINED IN THE CONVERSATION WITH MY RED-HEAD SON, ELLIOT . . . HE WENT WITH A BOY SCOUT GROUP, DOWN TO MOAB, UTAH, TO DO "SLICK ROCK" ON BICYCLES, HE WAS OUT IN THE SUN THE WHOLE DAY, NO SUN SCREEN, NO SCOUT LEADER THOUGHT TO PUT SUN BLOCK ON THIS 13 YEAR OLD KID, AND HE GOT SO SUN BURNED HE PASSED OUT WITH SUN STROKE! I NEVER CARED AFTER THAT TO EVER PUSH HIM TO GO WITH THE SCOUTS AGAIN! LOL! PLUS, I WAS AFRAID THAT MY SONS MIGHT GET MOLESTED! NO DUTY TO GOD AWARDS, SILVER BEAVERS, LIKE GRANDPA SECRIST IN THIS SECRIST FAMILY! LOL! PLUS, I DO BELIEVE, THAT IF A SON ACHIEVES HIS "DUTY TO GOD" AWARD, IT IS GENERALLY HIS MOTHER WHO DOES ALL THE WORK! LOL! I GUESS I WAS A LAZY MOM IN THAT RESPECT! OH, I HAD TO RE-POST MY BLOG, SEVERAL TIMES YESTERDAY, SEEING SIGNS THAT INDICATED, THAT THE LOSER BLOG TROLLS WERE AT IT AGAIN, STEALING THE BIGGIES, GOING INTO MY BLOG AND SURE ENOUGH, "REQUESTED CITE IS BLOCKED" WHEN I TRIED TO RE-POST AT THE BUS TERMINAL, AFTER POSTING AT THE BREAK CAFE', BLOCKED AGAIN ON THE BUS, WHICH, IS A SNEAKING WAY TO DITCH SURVEILLANCE, UNTIL THE NSA FIGURED OUT THAT, THERE IS SURVEILLANCE ON THE BUSES . . . GOT OFF FOR A SALAD, AT GOOD FOOD STORE, USED EBT CARD FOR PROOF, "REQUESTED CITE IS BLOCKED" BUT, NOW I HAD TIME TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TRIP UP THE 30,000 MORMON CYBER SPIES IN UTAH--MY BLOG IS SO FUCKING HUGE, THAT THEY DECIDED TO "DIVIDE AND CONQUER" BY MAKING TONS OF VERSIONS, AND DISTRIBUTING MY BLOG HITS ON FUCKING EVER CITE ON THE INTERNET, OTHER THAN SMALL LOCAL SHOPS, BUT EVEN SOME OF THEM CARRY ME, WITH 7 HITS, BUT "ITS" AND "GALA" TWO .COM CITES I GOT OFF ADVERTISEMENTS ON MY COMPUTER, HAD 1 MILLION TO 3 MILLION, HITS JUST ON THOSE CITES, IN 87 SECONDS, JUST DOING THE MATH ON JUST THOSE, IS FUCKING HUGE X HUNDREDS IF NOT THOUSANDS OF CITES, WITH JUST AS LARGE NUMBER OF HITS, X HOW MANY IN AN HOUR, X 24 HOURS IN A DAY . . . THESE ARE JUST SNAP SHOTS, OF A FEW SECONDS IN A DAY, ON GOOGLE, BUT I AM ON EVERY SEARCH ENGINE! WE ARE TALKING BILLIONS! I THINK, THE MOB, POTHEADS, THE COPS, ONE IN THE SAME, FROM MY EXPERIENCE, THE DARIGOLD BOYS, WHO HAVE ACCESS, ACCESS, ACCESS TO MY BLOG THROUGH THE MORMON NSA OR OTHER GOVERNMENT ABC SOUP AGENCIES, BLOCK IT SO THEY CAN GET FUCKING EVERY DIME, ESPECIALLY ON THE HIGH INFORMATION BLOGS, LIKE YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE! VERY INFORMATIVE DREAM LAST NIGHT . . . THREE PART SERIES, CONNECTED TO THE INTERPRETATION OF THIS DREAM . . . IGNORE THEM TO YOUR DETRIMENT! HERE GOES.

POWER, PRIVILEGE and JUSTICE!

Biloxi, Mississippi . . . Murder of a State Circuit Court Judge and His Wife, a City Council Member!  Who Done It Will Shock You, But Not Me!

Before, I go into the dream I had last night, that, helped me to see just how far back, the conspiracy, scheme, and organized patterns of criminal activity go back, dealing with me and my kids, which was revealed to me in a dream last night, I wanted to show, you a smaller version of this, type of criminal enterprise and how, the lines between law enforcement, government, as in the mayor of Biloxi, a criminal element, and the Dixie Mafia, a loosely, connected group of men and women, who were called together, in the old South, when something needed to be handled, if you know what I mean!  This episode of Power, Privilege, and Justice, with commentator, Dominic Dunne, who deals and reports, mainly on the murder cases, of the rich and famous, and really makes the stories, I have heard on other true crime shows, a bit more interesting, maybe, because, he pulls in the aspects, of wealth, privilege, position, money, and how that comes to play, in these murders of the rich and famous, as I should be . . . and one of the reason, for the sister and attorney club of boys and girls, stealing, not only my degrees, credentials, you know the drill, is exactly because of the power, privilege, that comes with being a lawyer, successful one at that, added to being a professor, another, cherry position, and having accomplished much, to the point, that you will listen to a person like me, given my vast background, previous jobs, manuals, accolades and honors, which is exactly why this super mob, globbed on to me and my children, like leaches, in an old medical experiment, back in the early days of scientific experimentation, when doctors, would put leaches from the pond, on the subjects body, to bring everything from disease to blood of the patient to the surface of the skin!  IT IS ALL ABOUT MONEY, POWER, PRIVILEGE, PRESTIGE, PRIDE, but rarely about JUSTICE!

Cops Originally Thought Murders Were Connected To Careers of the High Powered Couple . . . Not So!

This judge and his wife, lived in one of the most expensive communities, in the South, if not in the United States, referred to as the Playground of the South, but as Biloxi grew, a more seedy element of strip clubs, shady customers, drugs, prostitution, etc., started to creep into Biloxi more and more.  The wife of the judge, was, no body's fool, no body pushed her around, and as a city council member, she was bound and determined to clean up the smut, and take care of business, making Biloxi safe for the citizens again, even if that meant going after her husband's own clients, in the criminal law practise, he and a man, named, Halat, a home grown, golden boy, of Biloxi, with a prominent family name, and privilege and power, in their own right.  The wife was a social light, but no light weight, and she was considering a run for mayor, and that worried many people, and might even cut into her husband's very successful law practise, before, he was appointed or hired as a judge--not sure how Biloxi gets their judges.  Some wondered, if there might be a connection with one of the judge's former clients, or the patronage of the sleaze community, and business owners, worried about the wife, running for mayor.  The judge was shot in the front room area, and the wife, was way back in the bedroom, behind a bed . . . they both had a significant amount of money in their wallets, and their credit cards, were still all there, and nothing, of value missing from the home; therefore, it appeared to be a professional hit of some type.

FUNERAL EULOGY  FOR THE JUDGE, TURNS INTO AN ANNOUNCEMENT THAT HIS FORMER LAW PARTNER IS RUNNING FOR MAYOR

Tons of people show up, out of respect, friendship, members of the same social circles, and even curious spectators, come to the double funeral, of this high socioeconomic couple, well loved and admired in the community and city.  So the former law partner, gets up spontaneously and starts, giving a speech at the funeral, starting with a rousing and thoughtful eulogy, but as the speech progresses, the eulogy, morphs into an announcement and campaign speech, shocking everyone, seeing it highly inappropriate, seeing that, this is a funeral, and his speech was totally out of line, but, just in respect, for the judge's wife, who was considering a run as mayor, made people even more furious.  But the local, good looking, golden boy, attorney, from an affluent family name, was, soon forgiven and won his race for mayor.  However, soon after, he won the election, he started packing the city positions, offices, and police departments with cronies and friends, making people a bit suspicious, with the murder still not solved.  But as time wore on, the case, went cold, with all leads, meeting a dead end, with not hot leads, and nothing to go on, the case, was at a stand-still.

Thank God for children and money, a daughter of the judge and his wife, was not going to let justice go wanting, for her parents' murders, and this daughter, hired a private investigator, who eventually, tracked, the possible hit, looking at some of the key players, in the Dixie Mafia, learning that when things needed to get done, these loose and reckless band of sleazy club owners, and strip joint patrons, were the go to men, so this guy, got the names of several of the wise guys, and started poking around, looking under things, finding connections, and before he knew it, some guy named Fabion, a long time punk, in prison, for something comes forward and rats out, this love connection, money making scam, with prison inmates, hooking up with lonely hearts outside the prison, and bilking women, for $50,000 to $100,000 in checks, with the possibility of there being somewhere up to a million dollars collected, allegedly going for legal fees, or smokes on the books, this and that, with money being connected back to the former judge's law practice and partner, now Mayor Halat and his alleged, legal assistant, the girl friend of Mr. Fabian!  The guy, rats out several of the wise guys, he believes to have participated in this conspiracy to kill the judge and his wife.

THE SUSPICIOUS PARALEGAL WITH ALL ACCESS AND RIGHTS TO THE PRISON, UNDER THE MAYOR AND ATTORNEY HALAT, THE SWITCH OF THE LOCKBOXES AT THE BANK . . . SOMEONE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR STEALING THE "LOVE SCANDAL" PROFITS!

Originally, cops, arrested, a few of the wise guys, who they knew were involved, not only in the murder of the judge and his wife, but, who were connected to the ponzi love scheme, within the prison!  Cops, knew they were going in the right direction, but, as in all cases, they didn't feel they had the prime mover, behind the murders, or the big fish, that was appearing, more and more, to be the attorney, city mayor, who, got on his powerful soap box and denounced any connection with the shady Dixie Mafia, nor the murders. Everyone, but Mayor Halat, was arrested, from the alleged hit men, to the law firms paralegal, as the girlfriend of the informant, and big questions started to arise, on how in the hell, did this chick, connected to the mob, get certified as a paralegal . . . in my case, certified and licensed as attorneys?  This woman, had been a former, like prostitute and stripper, so, how in the hell, did she become a paralegal?  She had literally made hundreds of calls, the month of the murders, she had numerous trips to and from the prison, and had sent a ton of mail and correspondence, from the law firm, to the prison inmates, involving the love scam, with a lot of people, sympathetic to injustice, or just wanting to help, or digging the bad boys, women marry, guys like Charlie Manson, all the time, John Wayne Gacy, was getting like 400 letters a month from women all over the country!  So, this was a viable scheme to make money, and the money was often dropped off at the law firm, with the paralegal doing most of the correspondence, leg work and collection.

Eventually, some of the wise guys, looking a facing life in prison, started to talk and make deals with the cops and prosecutors, and by this time the FBI and U.S. Attorneys, were brought in on the case, because, it is not everyday, that you have a state circuit court judge and his city council woman wife, murdered.  Almost every lead, started, more or less, going straight back to the Mayor, but nothing seemed to stick, and he used his charm, good looks, legal skills, and citizen loyalty to protect himself, being the only one, not arrested, in the money making scam.  The lock box in the bank, switched, with the judge's lock box, with both boxes having very similar numbers, easily confused . . . ah, my Walmart Money Card, 8699 to 8599, ring any bells?, so eventually, the boys inside prison were pissed, and they wanted their money, some getting out, and others, just wanting money on their books in prison, for commissary, smokes and whatever, and they were going to get someone for stealing their money.  The sly attorney, simply, switched the lock boxes where the money was allegedly being stored for safe keeping and to go undetected, and when the pressure started to mount, on Mayor Halat, prior to the murders, he told them, that, his law partner, now the judge, had the money in his lock box, with almost an identical numbers, just one number off!  Someone had to pay for the missing money, and that, appeared to be the judge and his wife . . . thugs satisfied, they got the thefts, end of story, for a while.  

Mayor Halat, didn't have too much trouble, handling the prostitutes, hit men, drug dealers, sleaze club owners, who testified against him, but he did have trouble with, the very credible, former young law partner, who went with Halat, the day, someone asked him to go check on the judge, who had failed to report to the court, the morning of the murders . . . Halat told the young lawyer, who had just passed the bar, and was working with the two partners, in the wildly successful criminal law practice, at about the time the one was made a judge, and the other partner went to check on his whereabouts, to stand at the door of the judge's home, while he checked . . . he yelled that both, the judge and his wife were dead, without, going through the house, lang and far enough, for someone who was unaware of the deaths and where the bodies were, to have reported so quickly, that both were dead!  This was damning testimony, and only someone involved in the planning or was told about the where the bodies were, would know, with this certainty that both of the high powered couple were dead!  Halat fought, all the way to the United States Supreme Court, and lost his request for a new trial!  The Mayor and the Murderers went to prison!  Here is a hint, on my case, the FBI and the U.S. Attorney, said they didn't need to show that there was a direct connection, between, Halat and the murders of the judge and his wife, all they needed to prove, was there a conspiracy to commit murder, which they could do!

Generally, Civil Rights Cases, Filed Against State Officials Acting Under Color of Law, is a Title 42, Section 1983 Civil Rights Case; However, My Case, Involves a Conspiracy of Local, State, Federal Officials, Acting Under Color of Law, In Addition To Another Dixie Mafia, Involving Clients, Church Members, the Mormon Church, Etc., In Addition to Hate Crimes!

There were so many elements, people, agencies, entities, both private and public, players, in the conspiracy against me, that it would be hard to directly connect, one person, to a death threat, a poisoning, a blown up car, poisoning, or a hit, so, all the parties, can be connected, through, RICO, and this other civil rights statute, and I can't remember the section, involving, a conspiracy, not only to commit murder, but ti steal identity, to certify and license non-attorneys as attorneys, theft of music, cases, water compacts, blog, and tons of intellectual property, not only for me, but stolen from my children . . . I believe, this dream, is so telling and gives an indication, on just how far back, this CONSPIRACY starts, going back, to 1986, the year I graduated from Weber State University, in transition, from a college to university, with the same College President Nadal, at Weber when I graduated, and again, President of Dixie State College, moving to university status, at the time, someone was going to Dixie College, under MY NAME, MY SOCIAL, AND MY BIRTH DATE!

IN ANY CRIMINAL CASE, IT IS IMPERATIVE FOR INVESTIGATORS, TO LOOK AT THE "TOTALITY OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES"

• female attorney, general counsel, Utah Medical Association, Professor of Family Law, U of U, owner of anger management company, getting $500 for a minimum of a two hour presentation, and writing programs for Quicknowledge, on guardianship/conservatorships for the elderly, based on my position and reputation, as staff attorney, for the Utah Division of Aging and being a former, Assistant Attorney General, along with other career, qualifying credentials.
• I had killed cop and prosecutors' legislation, on asset forfeiture, killed the criminal defense bar's legislation, killed the physicians legislation, and passed other legislation . . . IN other words, I was DEADLY, up at the Utah Legislature, and had some success at the Montana Legislature, back in 2013 when I first got to Montana . . . this will be key, to one of the parts of the DREAM!
• due to being POISONED, because I didn't DIE, from Pick's Disease, after taking out, 9 federal agents, investigators and attorneys, pushing the FBI around, making them follow the Constitution . . . I missed, almost 9 fucking years, these LYING THIEVES, had their way with my name, my resume, my career, and my work, may manuals, etc.
• I was planning on running for office, didn't really want to be Utah Attorney General, but both Republican candidates, Shurtleff and Myler, knew that had I wanted to run, I WOULD HAVE WON!  They both approached me, and when I said, I wasn't going to run, they both, wanted me to be their campaign managers!  This was AFTER, I GOT POISONED . . . before, I got poisoned, or was told I would die, I was being courted by the Republican Party, about the only party in Utah, but, I was dragging my heels, since, I felt I had already, run the fucking AG's Office because, Jan Graham, was an absentee AG, and I was speaking for her, driving her, running, her pet programs, and she was, as seems to be the story of my life, taking credit for my Domestic Violence 101 Manual, even before it hit the press, while I was still with the Utah Prosecution Council!  I bought a house in St. George, as an investment and also to set up residency, in St. George, hearing that Utah, was going to have a 4th Congressional seat . . . I was 16 years too early on that one!  
• I believe, I was poisoned, because, the cops, prosecutors, knew, that, like the murdered, city council woman in Biloxi, I was hard core, no push over, nobody's fool, and nobody was going to push me around . . . and I had pushed the cops and prosecutors, now the FBI around! so they hand selected, Mark Shurtleff and supported him, just simply taking me out of the political equation!  Their cocks are not big enough to deal with me being the #1 law enforcement officer in the state of Utah!  Plain and simple!
• At the same time, both sons, Chris was much more quiet and secretive about his electronic music, and I really didn't know about his rap and pop, keyboard, computer, and turn table music, really, until I started practicing law again, going back and forth, between St. George and Salt Lake City, Utah, many times, and one time, Chris, shared his music with me, and I was shocked how good it was, much like Elliot's, God's Revolver . . . Little Black Horse CD, Hard Rock Band of 2008!  You have to remember, I was told that I would die, by, 2002, with no chance of ever working again, no cure, basically giving me a death sentence . . . I believe, this was to get to my sons music, which was just starting to take off.  Elliot got his first red guitar, at about exactly the same time I started at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, so, somewhere in 1994 or 1995 . . . both of us have put, about the same amount of time, into honing in our skills and talents, him in music and me in law!  Only to have others, get the POWER AND PRESTIGE, for our efforts!
• since reactivating my law license: (1) $700 million worth of cases against the government; (2) hot criminal cases, including attempted murder, and murder, winning both, one looking at 45 years in prison, got 3 years probation, until he was murdered, and Frank of Interpol, took his identity, setting up the situation, for Shelley to steal mine!, the other one, I fought against the Utah Attorney Generals Office, Litigation Criminal Division, and won, my clients, who was falsely accused of killing his wife, set up by the sheriffs and the cops, getting him a new trail, and got him into the witness protection program, convincing prison officials, that this kids, was a genius when it came to prison gangs, where to place prisoners, and who to never put them with . . . along with other good cases; (3) I was helping Shelley, in her mortgage modification, and foreclosure cases, doing the court appearances . . . this is where, Shelley hooked up with AG Mark Shurtleff again, who was a named defendant in MY, $357 million securities case, also involved, at the #1 cop, and prosecutor in the state, on my $56.7 million . . . Mark reminds me so much of Mayor Halat, in the middle of everything, but, the Boy Scout, Navy Man, and "Duty to God" Attorney General, in Utah, was Slick Willy, and by the time, I came back on the scene, he had been attorney general for gosh, this was in late, 2009, early 2010, I thought, there was a two year, term limit, but, there must not have been, because, Shurtleff got in, in 2000, but he was thick in the middle of everything from taking my house, to I believe, letting the cops, sabotage my truck, cutting O rings, fucking my engine, and my transmission, one time, when I was going to Salt Lake, with a auto repair guy, driving a cop car, the morning, my truck, almost exploded, for lack of OIL, on my drive to federal court in Salt Lake City, in 2011!  I believe on one of Shelley's mortgage cases! so she would have known, I was going, so would Frank, aka, Allan, whom I stopped into visit on my way to the U.S. federal court in Salt Lake . . . someone told me at the Chevron gas station in Panguitch on the way to Salt Lake, that my oil was leaking the blackest oil he had ever seen . . . I told him, that was impossible, because, I had the oil changed the day before, so it should have been clean . . . by the time I hit, Meadow, I noticed my oil gauge, going fucking nuts, jumping and slamming back and forth, up and down, and luckily God, sent by a truck, that said, Priority Express . . . like get the fuck off the freeway, I was bound and determined not to miss court, never did, never got a continuance, except when, there was something missing from the case, or something didn't get to court on time?  I pulled off the freeway, pissed and bothered, but, went against all nature, and didn't do my hit and run, to court, and got some guy to check my truck's oil . . . he looked very puzzled, and said, you don't have one drop of oil in this truck, you better stay in town tonight . . . no, I have to get to court in Salt Lake!  He sent me across the street to a full auto repair shop, and had the guy look at my truck . . . he looked at me and said, someone really wanted to take you out, not only did they put incindary devices on your oil filter, to explode them, they sabotaged your engine and they wanted make damned sure, by taking out your transmission!  I told the dude to put, oil in my truck, it took 6 quarts, and I drove to Salt Lake, barely, coasting into the federal court, no actually, I believe, I went into the Matheson Courthouse on state street, and the truck died, right where I parked it, starting after court, long enough to get me out to 84th South, to a car and truck dealership, to a friend of my client, who would give me a deal . . . I ended up having to get an entire NEW ENGINE, new transmission, basically, the sabotage gutted my Ford Ranger, and it took me a fucking month to get it all fixed, I then represented the dude who bartered with me, exchanged, his work for mine, plus the cost of the engine, $5,000 worth of free legal services . . . the cops went after this guy, like a vengeance for fixing my truck, getting me back in working order!  I believe that took place, in about October, because I had three cases up on appeal, and had to get an extension on the Brock case, going to the United States Supreme Court, because, I had no TRANSPORTATION!  A common theme in this conspiracy to commit MURDER!

THE PERFECT STORM!  PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS OF 2012!

I had money, prestige, power, privilege, connections, a son with a hot CD deal with Sony, I was pushing the court, cops and prosecutors around, and not one dime, was going to the Mormon Church, to tithing, to BYU, to Mitt Romney, not to Republicans, and I was going to set up a Constitutional law firm so hot, that it would be the next branch of the government, playing watch dog for the whole fucking country!  Just too much as stake to resist!  Taking us up to now, so the dream is in context, another presidential election, tons of prestige, from this blog, power, voice, about 5 million a day in profits, from the blog, son has another CD and band out, The Ditch and the Delta . . . could the MOB ask for anything more?  FUCK NO!

THE DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT!

DreamScape #1 . . . Just Hanging Out in an Old House

Nothing telling much in this part of the dream, just, with some people, I don't remember, nor do I exactly know where I was, but, I had just commented on the condition of the carpet, that I didn't like, and said, it needed to be replaced, and then, my mind, went back to about, 1980 something, in my older home in Ogden, Utah on Eccles Avenue, where Chris and Elliot were born, and we raised our children, for about 8 years, while, Richard, or Zeke, worked as a city planner, and I finished my degree in English and communications, at Weber State College/University, where we had, orange/rust carpet, that is my symbol for smart, because, I believe, I raised my kids, who were already the most beautiful children, all four, that most people had ever seen, with me getting the comment all the time, and they were good, but, I focused on them being smart, taking them to observatories, learning centers, hiking, the duck pond at Weber College, or something I considered, educational or entertaining everyday, including, having a baby in my backpack, dragging not only my four children, but a few neighbors kids, with me, hiking up mountain streams, and even up to a glacier, sliding down on black plastic garbage bags, then taking the little band of children, home, for lunch and stories, and a nap, from 1:00 P.M. to 3:00 P.M., daily, because, mom was a runner, also cleaned banks, and attended college and needed her sleep, so husband, friends, and kids, knew better than to disturb me, during those two hours, or they would lose their heads!

During the dream, the brown carpet I said needed to be replaced, turned to orange or rust, which, is what we put in our Ogden home--the color of the new black, and the color of SMART!  You could call me kids, the GEEK SQUAD . . . all BRIGHT!  

DreamScape #2 . . . A Capitol Building Blocks Behind Our Ogden Home, Right About Where Polk Elementary School Was, A FIREWALL, Between the Capitol Building, and My Home, Me Calling For Greta, My Oldest, and a Hot Shot Fire and Wild Lands Fire Fighter, Down in Taos, New Mexico, on a Training for Her New Job With the BLM, Bureau of Land Management!

So, in the dream, I walk out, in my old front yard, and look behind the house, and there is this State Capitol Building, looming about a few blocks away, slightly up on the hill, across Harrison, but there was no highway, that I could see, just a location.  Between my house and the Capitol Building, was this huge fire, that, seemed to divide, like the city . . . going from left to right, and raging out of control, but, controlled, too.  The flames were brilliant and bright, not much smoke, just this amazing, long line of fire, with flames 10 to 20 feet in the air, but there were trees, foliage, houses, and nothing seemed to be on fire, other than the fire, and blocking us from the Capitol Building!  I yelled for Greta, who is an adult, looks just like she does now, at 40 years old, and she comes and joins me on the front lawn, looking at the fire.  I asked her what we should do about it, and that is where the dream sequence to this part ended.  

It is interesting, that Greta, was in the dream, not because, she was a hot shot firefighter and wild lands fighter, but, because, in her new job, while she was driving to Taos, New Mexico, Greta, called me while I was enjoying the warm weather, sitting on California Bridge, in Missoula, when she called, but as we talked, she all the sudden, said, Mom, you are not going to believe this, but, there is this massive fire, I am just driving up to, that looks, like some farmer, was doing a controlled burn with a permit, and the fire got out of control, and she said the flames were going about 30 feet in the air!  She stopped for a second, because it looked like a sheriff was approaching her BLM truck, she was thinking they were getting rid of all the sight seers, because the fire was approaching the houses, nearby . . . she had to get off, but she sent me a picture of the fire, the smoke and how dangerous it was.  I would put a picture, in the blog of the fire, the black smoke is going, hundreds of feet into the sky, and the fire is raging!

In this part of the dream, I was not sure which Capitol Building it was . . . it was not the National State Capitol Building in D.C., and it confused me, because, it did not look like the Utah State Capitol, where I had two offices, but, I was confused, because, I was standing outside, looking up on the hill, in Ogden, so the darker, dome, confused me, and at first I was wondering, if it was the Denver Capitol, and then, it dawned on me, that, it could be the MONTANA STATE CAPITOL!  I think the next segment of the dream, seemed to indicate that to me. The first place, I went, upon, arriving in Helena, Montana, early, March, in 2012, was the Montana State Capitol Building, straight to the Secretary of State, to get a copy of the state constitution, to see if I could abide by it, and compare it to the Utah Constitution . . . I was immediately attracted to the bright colors, the stained glass, the gold, the pink and green, the homey quilts hanging on the wall, in the Sec. of State's office, I loved the statues, the mounted horse rider, on the front of the Capitol Building, and the general layout of the grounds and buildings, surrounding the Capitol, reminding me, a lot of Washington, D.C., that I had been to, just getting sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, January 23, 2012, so just a short time in between . . . I loved the oversized steer head at the museum, and the horse rider, on rocky mountain, trail, on the side of the museum . . . but, I do think that is such a cool work of art, so Montana, and in a shitty place, that somebody, ought to move it into a place of more prominence, so tourists and visitors can see it better!

I got up, went to the restroom, and got back in bed, drifting off to sleep again . . . this was about, 4:30 A.M., and generally I get up, but, I didn't see the rush, and went back to sleep, for this third part of the connected dream.

Mirror Mirror, On the Wall . . . Who's the Fairest Of Them All?

Just like in the fairy tale, and I can't remember which one, my youngest, Elliot, is almost 33, so it has been a long time, but, remember, the wicked witch, standing in the ornate, gold mirror . . . this mirror, had a gold, ornate, square, frame, and I was standing in front of it, for just a brief time, if not just seconds, and all of the sudden, Shelley, my older sister, by 13 months, not an attorney, just stepped in front of me, in front of the mirror.  I am 5'7.5" and Shelley, is one of the taller three sisters, being somewhere between 3 to 4 inches taller than me.  But, this is so symbolic of just what happened to me, as I transitioned from Utah to Montana, I was so briefly, in the political eye, and so briefly, introduced, to the legal and legislative community, that it was easy, for Shelley to follow me, up to Montana, with the help, of the Utah mob, Mo's, FBI, CIA, etc., that this dream is so telling in and of itself!  In the dream, I literally, walked in front of the mirror, stood there for a second, when Shelley, just simply stepped right in front of me, and you could not longer see me, at all! I believe that is what happened.  The first time, I was in Montana, I just checked things out, and didn't meet anyone, and that is when, I saw the Montana campaign, in Salt Lake City, Utah, with ads on the freeways, wraps on the buses, and cars, almost hitting me in a restaurant, with Montana license plates . . . I literally went up to Montana, I believe, for the second time, maybe even the first, March 26, 2012, because I remember, laughing my ass off, at a Montana take, on Mitt Romney, with money, spilling all over him . . . little did I know, that first trip, that would be MY MONEY . . . I picked out a cute, yellow and white, house, I was going to buy, right behind the Montana Capitol Building, so I could Hobby Lobby, with my new found wealth from my win, in my $357 million securities suit, and I would get a small ranch, near Housser Lake, just outside of Helena, and breed bulls and sale them, to rodeos, and for breeding stock!  The Salina Bull Auction, the year before, really impressed me, and the fact that my father, always wanted a ranch, probably had something to do with it!

I returned to Utah, on March 28, 2012, and I opened my mail, and there was this, letter from U.S. Magistrate, Clarke Waddoups, stating that the case, I had won, the jurisdictional questions, 7 different ways, and also, the government was already in default, had up and terminated the case, even though, I saw, billboards, along the way to Washington, D.C., in Nebraska or Tennessee, that had financial planner, in a blue dress shirt and Levi's, relaxing on a couch, with no other words, except, indicating, that all was well, in the SEC world, and therefore, I knew, that, at some level, I GOT THE WIN, because the proof was on the billboard!  I knew the case had been settled without me at the 10th Circuit Level, which was completely CORRUPT, and my house had been stolen the day before, I was to do oral arguments in Denver, but NOBODY, seems to be able to connect the dots, of taking my million home, my law practice, my briefs, my computers, with the contracts with clients, for my $700 million cases!  That is too damned fucking hard, for the FBI, and the CIA, over financial crimes, because, THEY WERE THE ONES MEETING, WITH MY CLIENTS, AND CUTTING DEALS, LATER, WHEN I CONTINUED ON WITHOUT MY CLIENTS, telling them, I WOULD TAKE THAT FUCKING MITT, DOWN SINGLE HANDED, BECAUSE I KNEW, Brock was fronting a fund raising organization, in his Brock and Associates, LLC, with no clients, from May on!  THE DEAL THEN THE STEAL!

I later, learned, when doing some research on little Kay Baby, who I suspected, of being the attorney, who did the LODGE POLE, entry, as the substitute attorney, who just happened to have, the same name I did, only Joann Secrist, not JoAnn S. Secrist . . . REMEMBER the change in the bank box in Biloxi? the small numberical change in my Wells Fargo bank accounts, savings, checking and a secret account? the small change in my recent, Walmart Money Card, from 8699 to 8599, guess it was so close, I wasn't suppose to notice!  Well I did, and I saw this shit all the way along, but, of course with the a MORMON presidential candidate, and Mormon FBI and CIA, with all the cops, sheriffs, judges, in the whole fucking state of Utah, wanting the money, for Mitt and to take me out of my game AGAIN, as they did in 2002, so I would not be ATTORNEY GENERAL, over their sorry, insecure asses, I saw, later, that, on Kay's website, that, March 27, 2012, just one day after the judge TERMINATED, the Brock case, ILLEGALLY, with me already having the WIN, the trick of the feds, the judges, the government and Brock and Rice, failed, and I kicked the LIVING SHIT OUT OF THE JUDGE'S ARGUMENTS, that the case, should start over in a state court?  SERIOUSLY, I filed under U.S.C. Title 42, Section 1983, a FEDERAL STATUTE!  LAME ASS, STUPID ASS MAGISTRATE, NOW U.S. FEDERAL JUDGE?  FUCK . . . I GOT TENA CAMPBELL DISQUALIFIED ON THE WAY UP, SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THIS FUCK, DISQUALIFIED FOR BEING DUMBER THAN SHE WAS!

I knew, that I was up against the Mormon Mafia, and that included the cops, the prosecutors, the judges, the AG's Office, the Governor, the Legislature, Mitt, my whole fucking ugly ass family, the Southwicks, my extended family, all of St. George, and Parowan, and the whole fucking FBI, CIA, DEA, etc., even back to the military and the whole god damned capitol city . . . Kay met, Mitt, in the UK . . . you got it, Me KAY, there for the showing of a BBC . . . . billionaires boys club, showing of, A MORMON PRESIDENT FOR THE WORLD!  

I SHOULD GET A FUCKING GOLD METAL, FOR KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF THESE FUCKING PROTECTED ASSHOLES, THE MORMON MOB, WHO HAD PLANS ON TAKING OVER THE GOD-DAMN WORLD . . . OR HOW DO YOU EXCUSE THIS SHIT?

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POWER AND PRESTIGE . . . I WANT JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The REAL JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., probably blocked by a FIREWALL, way back to 1980's when, ME AND MY CHILDREN, came on the CIA radar screen . . . I went to an education seminar, one of my last days before graduating, the speaker, was Craig Campbell, who called me the second, I got home, he knew all my grades, congratulated me on my great kids, he knew where I ran, seemed to know every fucking thing about me!  I know he was a Green Berate, however you spell it, he had a Ph.D. was a marriage and family counselor and head of the Child and Family Studies Department, and Followed Me Down to Provo, Where Zeke or Richard Secrist Got a Planning Job, and I first, started a master's miner in ancient scripture study, then went to LAW SCHOOL . . . that hag ass bitch, Shelley, probably, put in the FBI posse, without any QUALIFICATIONS, BUT FOR MINE, IF SHE IS NOT, ME . . . JUST LIKE IN THE DREAM, THERE HAS BEEN A FIREWALL OF PROTECTION, BETWEEN ME AND MY LIFE, WITH SHELLEY, STEPPING IN FRONT OF ME, as easy as ABC, WITH MY HOUSES STOLEN, MY TRUCK TAKEN, MY CAR BLOWN UP WITH A PIPE BOMB!

BIG TIME CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER!  NOT HARD . . . CHECK WITH FUEL FITNESS, I SIGNED UP FOR A MONTH, IN APRIL, PROBABLY RIGHT AROUND APRIL 20, 2012, WHEN I ATTENDED A DAY TO COMMEMORATE THE 1972 NEW MONTANA CONSTITUTION, WHERE I MET MANY KEY POLITICAL PERSONS, LEAVING UTAH AND TONS OF MONEY IN THE DUST, STARTING OVER . . . THEY JUST FOLLOWED ME TO MONTANA, and SHELLEY did exactly what she did in the dream, when I was in the GOLD MIRROR, my history of SUCCESS MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE, Shelley is a loser, with NOTHING, until she became ME! stepping in front of me, just like she used my Walmart money card, for 5 fucking month, with me paying for her, until, I noticed, after staying a week at Jorgensens Motel, and could not pay my bill, finding that Fuel Fitness had continued to take money off my card, eventhough, I told them, MY ADDRESS ON THE APP, WAS FOR UTAH, PAROWAN . . . the bitch, Shelley, trying to WEAVE MY LIFE, MY MONEY, MY NAME, MY WORK, MY WATER COMPACT, MY MEDICAL MARIJUANA, MY FEDERATION OF REPUBLICAN WOMEN TRAINING, HOOKING UP WITH SENATOR TESTER, WITH GOVERNOR BULLOCK, ANDY HUFF, STOPPING ME FROM SPEAKING AT AN ELECTION SEMINAR AT THE LAW SCHOOL, HELD IN THE UC or UB at the U of M . . . A, B, C, once I did something, I was briefly there, and the cops would run me out of town, at Shelley's quarterback instructions, chase, intimidate, DEA fucks, and said I died, outside of Missoula, in 2013, after that Election Law Symposium . . . I mentioned the Brock case, there was a Harvard Law Professor, I had been corresponding with about Working at Mack's Inn, Outside of Yellowstone, deal killed, when, the dude who hired me, told me a constitutional law professor from Harvard would be spending 6 weeks at Mack's Inn, and we would enjoy meeting . . . KILLED THE DEAL, NSA spies on my computer!

EXPERIENCE THE DIFFERENCE . . . SHELLEY IS A BORE WITH FUCKING NONE!  THE MO MAFIA, DIXIE MAFIA, JUST HAS ACCESS TO ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES TO MAKE HER LOOK LIKE ME, and the COPS ARE ALL HAPPY TO OBLIGE HER!