STOP THE ZOMBIE NATION, ZOMBIE CHURCH, ZOMBIE ELECTIONS, ZOMBIE FAMILY, ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! I RAISED YOU ON WINGS OF EAGLES . . . IBOSS? NO YOU ARE NOT! LOL! NEVER SAY CRIMINALS ARE SMART--EVEN GOVERNMENT CRIMINALS! EVIDENCE, EVIDENCE, EVIDENCE! GETTING BACK INTO MY HOME IN PAROWAN, IS A CRIME SCENE THAT HAS BEEN UNTOUCHED FOR YEARS, 4 OR SO TO BE EXACT, JUST WAITING FOR, THIS TRAINED EVIDENCE GATHERER TO PROVE MY CASES, AGAINST THE "FAKE" ALLAN REX BESS, MURDERED HAVER HAVING SEX WITH SISTER, SHELLEY, WHO THEN SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A 22, LEAVING A TINY HOLE BEHIND HIS EAR, LEAVING HIM TO BLEED OUT AS THE BULLET, TO SMALL TO EXIT THE SKULL, SCRAMBLES THE BRAIN! BLOOD SPOT ON THE MATTRESS TELLS THE STORY, IF ANYONE CARES TO GET THE DNA, WHICH, I ASKED FOR 4 YEARS AGO! I BELIEVE, FRANK, INTERPOL CODE NAME, WHO CAME IN AS A "DOUBLE" FOOLED MANY PEOPLE, TEAMED WITH SHELLEY, TOOK ALLAN'S CHAINSAW, CUT HIS BODY UP, IN THE BASEMENT, BURNED, IT IN THE NEW FURNACE, AND TOOK THE ASHES, AND CEMENTED THEM INTO THE WALL AND WINDOW, IN THE WOOD ROOM, ONLY TO BE EXTRACTED AND DISAPPEAR, OUT THE WINDOW, AS I SUSPECTED FRANK OF KILLING THE "REAL" ALLAN! SHELLEY AND FRANK, THEN RANSACKED THE BESS HOME, AND UNBEKNOWN TO MANY, THE HUMBLE PAROWAN COUPLE WERE VERY RICH! THEY HAD STOCK IN TEXACO, EXXON, CHEVRON, PROPERTY IN OVERTON, NEVADA, RIGHTS TO SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANTS, BANK ACCOUNTS AT MELLON BANK, IN NEW YORK CITY, INSURANCE POLICIES, TONS OF MONEY! ALLAN TOOK ME ON A TOUR THROUGH THE BESS HOME, HIS FAMILY OWNED FROM THE TIME HE WAS 5 YEARS OLD--HE KEPT IT MARINE CLEAN, TIP TOP SHAPE, THE BASEMENT WAS THE CLEANEST ONE I HAD EVER SEEN! THE LAST TIME I SAW, ALLAN ALIVE, WAS, APRIL 18, 2011, AND I SPOKE TO HIM, THE MORNING OF APRIL 19, AND I TOLD HIM, THAT I FELT THAT THE POWERS THAT BE WERE TRYING TO TAKE MY HOME IN SUGAR LEO--HE SAID, AS LONG AS I HAVE A HOME, YOU HAVE A HOME, AND I WILL MOVE INTO THE CABIN IN SCOOTS CREEK CANYON, UP NEAR PANGUITCH LAKE! HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO GET TONY RIDDLY, HIS LIFETIME BUDDY AND DO RECON ON MY HOUSE! SO BETWEEN, APRIL 19, 2011, I WAS BATTLING, UNSEEN, WICKED FORCES WHO PUT ME OUT OF BUSINESS, WERE IT NOT FOR ALLAN, SAVING ME, BY GIVING ME HIS HOUSE! ALLAN TOLD EVERYONE IN JAIL, AFTER MEETING ME FOR THE FIRST TIME, THAT HE WAS GOING TO MARRY HIS ATTORNEY--ALL LAUGHED . . . WELL, HOW CAN YOU RESIST A LOVE STORY WITH A HAPPY ENDING? SORT OF . . . NOT THE WAY IT WAS INTENDED TO BE, BUT, AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT, WITH YEARS IN BETWEEN, WITH VULTURES, PARANAHS, PYRAIAHS, AND MONSTERS, RAIDING, DESTROYING, ENVELOPING AND DEVOURING, ALL THAT REX AND EMMA BESS, WORKED SO HARD TO LEAVE FOR THEIR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN, WITH LENA, AS ALLAN THOUGHT, MURDERED BY HER SECOND HUSBAND IN TEXAS, AND THEN, HIM, FOR SAVING ME! ALLAN, WHILE IN VIETNAM, WANTED TO GO INTO BATTLE, BUT HE WAS TOO VALUABLE IN INTELLEGENCE, KNOWING WHERE EVERY MISSLE IN THE WORLD WAS LOCATED, AND HAVING A DIRECT LINE TO PRESIDENT RICHARD NIXON, WHO SIGNED HIS HONORABLE RELEASE FROM THE SERVICE, ONLY TO BE HAUNTED, HUNTED, HOUNDED, TRACKED, AND WITH SEVERAL, 4, I BELIEVE ATTEMPTS ON HIS LIFE, ENDING IN A LAWSUIT, WHICH HE WON, AGAINST THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND THE VETERANS AFFAIRS, FOR TRYING TO KILL HIM WITH PENICILLIN, WHEN HE WAS ALLERGIC TO IT, WITH A BAND ON HIS WRIST, LATER DOING SOMETHING TO HIS PONTINEMYOLITYS, OR A PART OF HIS BRAIN, THAT TOOK HIS BALANCE OF, MAKING HIM LOOK, LIKE DRUNK OR UNSTEADY, AND ENDING UP IN A WHEELCHAIR 4 TIMES, TO END UP, DYING IN A BED, BEING DISMEMBERED AND BURNED IN THE FURNACE OF THE HOME HE GREW UP IN AS A CHILD, AND WITH THE TOOL BEING THE NEW FURNACE HE HAD JUST PREVIOUSLY PURCHASED. I DIDN'T SEE ALLAN FOR ABOUT, 20 DAYS; HOWEVER, WHEN I DID SEE HIM, HE LOOKED 60 LBS. LIGHTER, THINNER, SICKLY, AND WHEN, I ASKED HIM WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM, HE SAID HE HAD CANCER OR THOUGHT HE MIGHT! I WAS SO DISTRACTED AT HAVING MY OWN HOUSE, STOLEN, WITH ALL MY REAL, PERSONAL AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, THAT I COULD NOT FOCUS WELL, HOWEVER, I DID, NOT THE CHANGE AND CALL AT LEAST THREE OF MY FRIENDS, HAVING, PREVIOUSLY, ADMITTED THAT I WAS STARTING TO LIKE MY CLIENT, AFTER SEEING HIM ON SEVERAL OCCASSIONS, OUT OF HIS ORANGE JUMPSUIT FROM HIS ILLEGAL, UNLAWFUL AND UNCONSTITUTIONAL STINT IN JAIL, NOW ON HOME TURF, BACK IN HIS COOL, BULL DOG T-SHIRT, BANDANA, BIKER BOOTS, CHAINS AROUND HIS BOOTS AND BELT, DOING THE KIND THING OF CLEANING OUT HIS EXTRA TRAILER FOR A FRIEND WHO AS BEING KICKED OUT OF A FAMILY HOME, AFTER CARING FOR THE DYING MAN FOR YEARS, NOW, OUT ON THE STREET WHEN MORE GREEDY FAMILY MEMBERS WANTED THE PROCEEDS FROM THE HOME, NEVER WILLING TO HELP THE SICK AND OLDER GENTLEMAN! LED ZEPPLIN WAS BLASTING OUT OF THE BESS HOME, IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL, SPRING DAY, SUNNY AND WARM AND I HAD JUST COME BACK FROM FEDERAL COURT IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, AND DECIDED TO TAKE A TRIP UP TO PANGUITCH LAKE, WHERE ALLAN HAD THREE LOTS, ONE HIS FAMILY CABIN ON, AND THE OTHER TWO VACANT, AND HE WANTED TO PAY ME FOR SAVING HIM, FROM 45 YEARS IN PRISON, ON ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE CHARGES, ONLY TO REALIZE THAT THE COPS MERGED TWO INCIDENTS TOGETHER, TAKING OFF SELF IDENTIFYING AND AUTHENTICATING, EVIDENCE, THAT, LEFT THE PROSECUTORS, MAKING UP THEIR OWN SCENARIO, TO FIT, WHAT THEY THOUGHT HAPPENED, BASED ON VICKIE BENTLY'S INJURIES . . . NONE OF WHICH WERE SUSTAINED BY ALLAN, BUT, A GRANDE MAUL SEIZURE, IN A DRUNKED, PILLED UP STATE, FALLING INTO THE BARBED WIRE ROLL THAT ALLAN, HAD NEAR HIS BACK DOOR! FUCK HE WAS IN JAIL, WHEN THE SECOND INCIDENT OCCURED . . . AFTER FIRING TWO PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS, WHO WERE PRO COP, WHOM I HEARD SAYING, "ONCE A COP, ALWAYS A COP" . . . I REALIZED WHY, I HAD TO DO EVERYTHING IN THE CASE! HE REFUSED TO TAKE THE PICTURES, TAKE DNA, GATHER EVIDENCE, SO I DID, AND INTERVIEWED ALL THE WITNESSES, GETTTING ALLAN OFF ON, 3 YEARS PROBATION, RATHER THAN, THE HELLISH REST OF HIS LIFE BEHIND PRISON WALLS FOR A CRIME HE NEVER COMMITTED! I GUESS YOU COULD SAY, I FELL IN LOVE WITH A DEADMAN, THE COWBOY, THE MARINE AND THE BIKER . . . THE MOST MANLY MAN, I HAVE EVER MET! I THINK THE TURNING POINT FOR ME, WAS NOT HIM STANDING BEHIND ME, AND ASKING ME IF I WOULD EVER CONSIDER SOMEONE LIKE HIM--WITHOUT TURNING AROUND, VERY LAWYERLY LIKE, KNOWING THAT WAS OUT OF THE QUESTION, I SAID, NO--TEETH ARE A PREREQUISITE! LOL! BUT, ON ONE OCCASSION, WHEN HE LURED ME TO HIS HOUSE IN NEED OF LEGAL ADVICE, HE, PUT HIS HAND IN MY TRUCK WINDOW, AND SAID, "DO YOU WANT TO SHAKE A "REAL" MAN'S HAND?" AND HE EXTENDED ME, HIS VERY LARGE HAND, ONE HE HAD, AT 60 IN JAIL, TAKEN THE LARGEST INDIAN, TOUGH GUY, TO THE GROUND, WRENCHING IN PAIN, BUT, I REACHED OVER AND TOOK HIS HAND, AND SAID, NOT TO BE OUTDONE BY ANY MAN, "DO YOU WANT TO SHAKE A WOMAN'S HAND, THAT IS MORE MAN THAN, MOST MEN YOU HAVE EVER MET? I THOUGHT HE MIGHT ARGUE, SAY SOMETHING SARCASTIC, WITHDRAW HIS HAND, BUT HE DID THE UNEXPECTED . . . HE SIMPLY TOOK MY HAND, GENTLY IN HIS HAND, NOT THREATENED, NOT CHALLENGE, NOT ALARMED OR TAKEN BACK, AND HE TURNED MY HAND ON TOP OF HIS, AND KISSED IT! YOU HAD ME AT THAT KISS, AND EVERYTHING STARTED TO CHANGE FROM THEN ON . . . BUT, LIKE ANY STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, TWO WARRIORS, COMING CLOSE, I BELIEVE THERE WERE ALARMED SURVEILLANCE EYES, SEEING TWO PEOPLE, WHO HAD BOTH BEEN MESSED WITH, IN THE BRAIN, ME FORMERLY WITH PICK'S DISEASE, SUPPOSE TO DIE BY 2002, WITH NO CHANCE OF A CURE, NEVER TO WORK AGAIN, AND NOW, LESS THAN 10 YEARS LATER, WITH A RAGINGLY SUCCESSFUL LAW PRACTICE A BEAUTIFUL HOME AT THAT TIME, AND A CASE, EVERY LAWYER'S DREAM, OR AT LEAST THIS ATTORNEY'S DREAM, TO TAKE A CASE ALL THE WAY TO THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT! AND ON MY WAY! ALLAN, KNEW THE SECOND, I TOLD HIM, THAT I SUSPECTED FOUL PLAY, NOT A DISEASE HAD DISMANTLED ME, THE FIRST TIME, WITH THREE FORMER COPS, ALL SAYING, NOW THEY WERE NOT BEHIND THE BLUE BROTHERHOOD, THAT I HAD BEEN POISONED WITH POISONOUS AFRICAN TREE FROG GUM, REMEMBER THOSE OLD TARZAN FLICKS, YEAH, ALLAN KNEW THAT, OUR RECON GUYS, USED THAT STUFF, AS ASSASSINS, PUTTING THE ODORLESS, TASTELESS, FROG GUM, ON THE STEERING WHEELS OF JEEPS AND CONVOY VEHICLES OF THE VIET KONG LEADERS . . . HE SAID FROM THAT SECOND ON, HE DIDN'T DOUBT, ANYTHING I SAID, BIZARRE AND CRAZY AS, MY LIFE AS A CIVIL RIGHTS ATTORNEY HAS BEEN, WE BONDED OVER OUR CASES, HISTORY, SAME TIME PERIODS GROWING UP, MUSIC, NATURE, THE MOUNTAINS, BOTH COMMITTED TO HELPING TRISTAN LAMERAUEX, ALLEGEDLY TO HAVE MURDERED HIS WIFE, BUT, I KNEW HE DIDN'T, IT WAS A SET UP, A BOTCHED, ATTEMPT TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A SUICIDE WITH MEMBERS OF THE NATIONAL GUARD, SHERIFFS, AND BIKER BROTHER INFILTRATORS, INVOLVED, AND TRISTAN THE LIKELY SUSPECT, COMING HOME DRUNK AND DRUGGED, BEING FORCED TO LOOK AT HIS WIFE, WITH HER HEAD, NEARLY BLOWN OFF, IN HER, ALLEGED, 5 ATTEMPTS TO SHOOT HERSELF IN THE HEAD? ALLAN WAS GONIG TO HELP ME WITH THE CASE! A MARINE AGAINST THE NATIONAL GUARD, AND A WARRIOR LIKE HIS ATTORNEY? TOO MUCH, WITH TWO, LOVERS OF THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE, HE SAID WE BOTH BLED, ONE OF THE REASONS HE LOVED ME RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AS I GAVE HIM A POCKET SIZED COPY OF THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, THAT WAS THE ENVY OF ALL IN JAIL, AND HE HAD TO FIGHT TO KEEP IT! I MOURNED FOR 7 MONTHS, ONCE, I FIGURED OUT, THE IMPOSTER IN THE HOUSE, HAD MURDERED HIM, SUBMITTING 200 PAGES OF EVIDENCE AND COMPARISONS BETWEEN THE MAN, I DEFENDED, AND THE MAN, I WAS STUCK WITH, IN THE BESS HOME, OR THE CABIN, ONE OF HIS KILLERS! SOME DAY, JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED . . . I AM FINDING MORE AND MORE EVIDENCE, PLASTIC BAGS FULL, JUST YESTERDAY! SHELLEY AND FRANK, ROBBED THE BESS FAMILY BLIND! TWO DAYS, BEFORE, I ENCOUNTERED, THE "EVIL TWIN" OF ALLAN'S, HE PURCHASED WITH CASH, A LOT UP AT PANGUITCH LANDING OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, AND THE PLOT THICKENS, WITH THE CHEEKS INVOLVED, SHELLEY, JUDY DALY, EVEN MY OWN, DAUGHTER AND HER HUSBAND, MY FRIEND, SHERI--WHOM I HAVE NOT SEEN SINCE THE TIME, THE NEW, ALLEGED, ALLAN, COMMITTED SUICIDE, WITH NO COPS, NOT AMBULANCE, THREE CALLS ON HIS CELL PHONE, COFFEE WITH DALY THAT MORNING, AND NOW EVIDENCE OF THE TYPICAL EXCRETEMENT OF BODILY FLUIDS AT THE TIME OF DEATH, ALLEGEDLY BY HANGING, THAT NOT EVEN A MONKEY COULD HAVE DIED FROM! BUT, FAR BE IT FROM ME, TO CONFRONT POLICE ON ALL THE DISCREPANCIES! BETWEEN APRIL 19TH, THE LAST TIME I TALKED TO ALLAN, TO MAY 5, 2011, FRANK, SOMEHOW, GOT $10,000 CASH, TO PURCHASE THE LOT, UP NEAR THE LAKE . . .WHY, WHEN YOU HAVE A CABIN? I SEE STAKE IN ALLAN'S EXTRA LOT, ON THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE, DID HE SELL, HALF OF THAT TO JOAN, THE REALTOR? WHO HAS LONG WANTED IT? SHE WOULD KNOW, ALLAN FROM FRANK, HAVING GROWN UP WITH HIM AND LIVED, NEXT DOOR FOR THE LAST FEW YEARS, SO IF SHE MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL, TOTALLY CONTRARY TO MY CLIENT AND HUSBAND'S WISHES, SHE JUST LOST $10,000 PARTICIPATING IN A FRAUD, AS DID MISTY AND DENNIS CHEEKS FOR SELLING IT, TO THE "FAKE" WITH THE "FAKE" JOANN, WAITING IN THE WINGS, POOR ALLAN! HIS SON WAS MURDERED BY THIS SAME FRANK,WHEN I TRIED TO HELP HIM GET OUT OF DRUGS AND HE WAS COMING TO LIVE WITH US, AND THIS, UNKNOWN FATHER, WHO BE DISCOVERED, SO HE SCREAMED AT REX JR., BUT HE WAS STILL COMING, UNTIL DAYS AFTER THAT, HE WAS ALLEGEDLY FOUND DEAD, IN A ALLEGED, CHOKE DOWN, GANGLAND STYLE, OR MOB STYLE! THE REAL ALLAN WAS KIND, GENEROUS TO A FAULT, TOUGH BUT SWEET, THE "FAKE" CODE NAME, FRANK, WAS MEAN, ONRY, CRUEL, WITTY, BUT, BASICALLY, JUST AN ASSHOLE, SELFISH, PAMPERED, AND LAZY! THAT IS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I SHOULD HAVE NOTED, HAD I NOT BEEN IN TOTAL CHAOS, BUT THE WHOLE BESS HOME WAS IN AN ENTIRE UPROAR AND MESS, WITH, ALL THEIR STOCKS, BONDS, INSURANCE, POLICIES, BANK DEPOSIT BOXES, ETC. STREWN ALL OVER THE FLOOR, THE BEDROOMS, A DISASTER, AS IF, THEY TOO HAD BEEN, RAKED AND RAPED FOR ANY MONEY, OR NOTES, OR VALUABLES . . . I WAS IN SUCH A HURRY, DUE TO MY CASE LOAD, AND TRYING TO GET FRANK UP TO THE CABIN, THAT, I TOOK LITTLE NOTICE, OTHER THAN TO TRY TO RESTORE ORDER, AS I HAD CASES, GONIG UP ON APPEAL, THREE, AND ONE CASE GOING TO THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT AND WITH CLIENTS IN 5 STATES, SOME TRACKING ME DOWN AT ALLAN'S HOUSE, AND ME SENDING THEM WITH WHOM I THOUGHT WAS ALLAN, BUT FRANK TO THE CABIN TO GET HIM OUT OF MY HAIR, ONLY TO HAVE, BRANDON, ARDINO, PROBABLY LAS VEGAS MOB, TEAM UP WITH FRANK! SCREAM! BUT JUST THAT ALONE, SHOULD HAVE GIVEN ME A CLUE THAT THINGS WERE NOT WELL, I HAD CARNAL KNOWLEDGE OF NEITHER, SO, REALLY, ALL I SAW WAS THEIR FACES, UNTIL ME AND BRAD HANEY WHO GREW UP WITH ALLAN, SERVED JAIL TIME, MOTHER'S BEST FRIENDS, HE AND HIS TWIN, BURNING DOWN THE BESS BARN, AND THIS FRANK, STRIKING BLANKS . . . AFTER YELLING AT, WHOM I THOUGHT WAS ALLAN FOR HIS, LACK IN RECOGNITION, RETURNED TO FIND, HANEY, WHO WAS WORKING ON MY HOUSE STILL WAITING, AND WE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER AND SAID, I DON'T THINK THAT IS ALLAN, HE SAID, NEITHER DO I! BRAD WILL FAMILIAR WITH THE PLACE, NOT ONLY FROM CHILDHOOD, BUT FROM WORKING FOR MONTHS, PAINTING, FIXING AND HELPING ME, GET THE PLACE IN ORDER, WENT TO THE GARAGE OR THE YARD SHED, AND FOUND SOME PAROWAN HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOKS AND ALL ALLAN'S PICTURES HAD BEEN CUT OUT! ONE, DAY SOON AFTER THAT, I RUSHED COFFEE AND DONUTS UP TO THE CABIN TO FIND, ALLAN, AKA, FRANK, STANDING THERE WITH LONG UNDERWEAR ON, WITHOUT THE COWBOY HAT AND BOOTS, AND DOWN COAT THAT MADE HIM, APPEAR THE SIZE OF THE 6 FOOT, 230 OR 240 ALLAN, AND WHAT I SAW, SHOCKED ME, THINKING THIS DUDE SHOULD BE IN THE NURSING HOME! HIS BODY WAS AT LEAST 10 YEARS OLDER, AND I WAS NEVER ATTRACTED, TO THAT, AT ALL, RIGHT OFF THE BAT, BUT, I HAD BEEN TO ALLAN . . . I WOULD LITERALLY, LEAVE PAROWAN, THINKING ABOUT ALLAN, AND SOME COUNTRY SONG, ONLY TO FIND, FRANK, KILLING THE FEELINGS! AND JUST AS I SUSPECTED, SHELLEY WAS IN ON IT TOO . . . YESTERDAY, I NOTICED SOME MEDS ON THE ANTIQUE DRESSER IN MY OLD ROOM, LOOKED AT IT, AND IT SAID, "JOAN SECRIST" SO LEAVING OUT THE SECOND "N" AND IT WAS MADE OUT, FOR JUNE 02, 2012, JUST 5 DAYS BEFORE, I SURPRISED, ALLAN, CAME TO GET MY STUFF, AFTER LEAVING HIM, BACK IN MARCH, AND AGAIN IN APRIL, ONLY TO HAVE SHERIFFS COME PICK UP MY TRUCK, STEAL ALL MY ELECTRONICS, ALL MY ORIGINAL ART, AND WHATEVER THEY WANTED, AS SHELLEY, ALREADY HAD, STEALING PRECIOUS TOYS AND SENTIMENTAL PURCHASES FOR MY GRAND-DAUGHTER, NOW, STRIPPED, MUCH LIKE, ALLAN'S HOUSE HAD BEEN BEFORE, I MOVED IN! I FOUND, HAIR DYE, THREE BOXES, ALL BROWN, SHADES, SHELLEY'S COLORS, A BRA THAT WAS NOT MINE, WHITE LACE POWDER, CURLING IRONS, AND RATHER THAN DISPOSING OF ALL MY LEGAL DOCUMENTS, THEY OR STACI ALLAN'S DAUGHTER, TOOK THE ANTIQUE DESK, WHICH IS FINE, FAMILY, STUFF, BUT, SOMEONE TOOK ALL MY CASE FILES, AND LEFT THEM FOR FOUR YEARS ON THE FLOOR! I FOUND, ALL THE CASES THAT HAVE ALLEGEDLY BEEN REASSIGNED, TO EITHER SHELLEY, OR KAY, OR SUE OR RACHEL, ALL SISTERS, CLAIMING TO BE ME! I EVEN FOUND, SOMEONE, SHELLEY, MOST LIKELY, PRACTICING, SIGNING MY NAME OR SIGNATURE, OVER AND OVER, AND EVEN, TAKING A PENIL, AND DOING LIKE YOU DO ON GRAVESTONES, MAKING A RELIEF OF THE NAME, BUT, SHE WAS DOING IT OVER MY NAME, ONCE PRACTICING IT WITHOUT, MINE SIG UNDERNEATH IT! SHELLEY LEFT HER CALLING CARD, AND PICTURE OF ME, RACHEL, TIFFANY, MARCIE AND SHELLEY . . . SHELLEY IS AT LEAST 4 INCHES TALLER THAN I AM, AT LEAST! SHE IS A BIG GIRL! THERE WERE PICTURES OF MY GRANDKIDS, THAT I NEVER HAD, BECAUSE SHE HAS GOTTEN PAID FOR MY CASES, MILLINOS, WHILE I SIT, IN DARKNESS, NO HEAT, NO LIGHTS, NO WATER, UNTIL, THE FIRST OF THE MONTH, SINCE, I HAVE BEEN RELEGATED, THE BROKE BILLIONAIRE, WITH, "IBOSS" SHOWING UP ON MY BLOG, THAT I HAVE WRITTEN FOR 3.5 YEARS, MAKING $5. TO $10 MILLION A DAY, WITH THE COPS, TAKING MY COMPUTER, WHILE, IRON COUNTY LOCKED ME IN JAIL, FOR A WARRANT, BEFORE THE NON-INCIDENT AND THEN, CHARGING ME, TWO DAYS BEFORE THE OTHER ALLEGED INCIDENT, EVEN HAPPENED, BUT, IT WORKED, I NOW HAVE LOST ALMOST, CONTROL, BUT I AM SMART AND ON EVERY FUCKING SITE ON THE INTERNET, IN 8 DIFFERENT FORMS, ALL THE SAME WRITER, THE SAME BIO, AND THE SAME BLOG POST, SO, BUT WHO IS GETTING THE MONEY? SHELLEY, THE DEAD FRANK, THE MOB, ALL THE LOCALS, WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE FRAUD? A,B,C, BRIBE, BRIBE, BRIBE, 1,2,3,! IT IS AS EASY AT THAT! JUST TODAY, AFTER SEARCHING FOR A FRIEND'S NAME, FINDING IT ON ONE OF THE STICKIES, ALLAN, AKA, FRANK, HAD, SHERI'S NAME ALONG WITH SEVERAL OTHERS, VERY INTERESTING, SISTERS, CLIENTS, ON HOT, MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CASES, NEIGHBORS, FRIENDS, BUT, TODAY, I TALKED TO SHERI . . . AND TOLD HER I FOUND, ALL THIS HAIR DYE, AND SHELLEY'S MEDS WITH "MY" OR SORT OF MY NAME ON IT, WITH MONTANA DRIVER'S LICENSES, THAT I NEVER HAD, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, AND SHE WAS SO QUIET, I WONDERED IF SHE WAS EVEN THERE AND I SAID ARE YOU THERE? SHE SAID, HOW DO I KNOW YOU ARE YOU? I HAVE KNOWN THIS WOMAN, SINCE BEFORE, I STARTED BACK INTO THE PRACTICE OF LAW, IN 2009! I KNEW HER BEFORE, SHE EVER MET SHELLEY OR FRANK, SHE SAW MY CASES, HEARD MY STORIES, AND EVEN, GAVE ME MASSAGES, AFTER MY BRIEF FOR THE 10TH CIRCUIT COURT OF APPEALS WAS DONE, WHEN I TYPED FOR 72 FUCKING HOURS STRAIGHT! SHE IS NOT THE FIRST ONE, TO SAY, STUFF LIKE THAT . . . THREE STAGES TO THE TAKE OVER: (1) START A CASES, PIECE OF LEGISLATONS, MUSIC, IN MY SON'S CASES, WORK ON A WATER COMPACT, MEDICAL MARIJUANA, BLOG, AND START MAKING A SHIT LOAD OR POTENTIAL SHIT LOAD OF MONEY, AND (2) THE BATTLE STARTS, FOR SUPREMACY OVER YOUR OWN WORK, AND IN MY CASE, EVEN MY NAME, MY PROFESSION, MY PROPERTY, REAL, PERSONAL OR INTELLECTUAL, WITH "IBOSS" SHOWING UP ON SATURDAY AND TODAY, BLOCKING ME FROM MY OWN, FUCKING BLOG! (3) THEY STEAL THE PROJECT, OR WHATEVER, TAKING THE MONEY, THE CLAIM, THE HONORS AND FAME! THE OTHER DAY, I WAS AT MCDONALD'S IN ST. GEORGE, I HAD WRITTEN MY BLOG, AND TOLD EXACTLY WHERE I WAS, EVEN WHAT TIME AND WHAT BOOTH, MAKING FACES AND FLIPPING OFF THE SURVIELLANCE CAMERAS, BUT AFTER SOME TIME, I WALKED TO DITCH MY FOOD TRAY, AND THERE WERE THESE TWO, YOUNG MEN, WHO HAD BEEN LOOKING AT THEIR DEVICES, AND I THINK, IN RETROSPECT, RECOGNIZED ME, AND ONE OF THEM, WHILE I WAS ONE FOOT FROM THE GARBAGE, LOOKING STAR STRUCK, AND INTRIGUED, ASKED ME IF HE COULD EMPTY MY TRAY FOR ME? I SAID, WHY, I AM JUST ONE FOOT FROM THE CAN? HE OFFERED AGAIN, AND I SAID, NO, I THINK I CAN GET THIS . . . HE LOOKED AT HIS FRIEND AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. LATER IN THE EVENING, I THOUGHT ON THE INCIDENT, AND REALIZED THAT, THEY PROBABLY, TRACKED ME DOWN, AND RECOGNIZED ME FROM MY DESCRIPTION, AND GAVE ME THE CELEBRITY TREATMENT, THAT, ALL MY SISTERS AND FRIENDS HAVE BEEN GETTING, FOR YEARS! I TRAIN KIDS, ABOUT LIFE, IN A FUN, RELEVANT, MEANGINGFUL WAY, AND THEY DIG ME SWEARING, LIKE THEY DO! LOL! THE DAY BEFORE, A BUNCH OF OLDER HIGH SCHOOL KIDS, WERE SITTING NEAR ME, AGAIN, AFTER I HAD MARKED MY TERRITORY FOR SURVIELLANCE AND READERS, TO THAT, THEY CAN GET THE RIGHT PERSON, AND ALL THE SUDDEN, I NOTICED, THESE BOYS, LAUGHING AND PUSHING, EACH OTHER INTO THE AISLE FROM THE BOOTH NEXT TO ME, LOOKING OVER, SMILING, LAUGHING, AND GENERALLY, TRYING TO GET MY ATTENTION, AND WITH ME, OBLIVIOUS AS ALWAYS, EITHER SERIOUS ABOUT MY FOOD OR DIET COKE, OR LISTENING TO FOX OPINION, GETTING PISSED AND BLOGGING FOR THE 6TH TIME IN A DAY, BUT, ONE OF THEM, THREW A FRENCH FRY OVER TO MY BOOTH, AND I TOOK IT, NOT THINKING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, AND I THREW IT BACK, TEENAGERS! LOL! AFTER THE SECOND, TIME, I AGAIN, REALIZED, THAT THEY PROBABLY READ MY BLOG AND I AM LIKE SEEING, J.D. TOLKEN, OR WHATEVER HER NAME IS THAT WRITES THE HARRY POTTER SERIES! LOL! I NEVER LIKE THE STOP LIGHT, NOR THE ATTENTION, NOR THE MONEY, WASN'T THE GOAL, BUT "MASS EDUCATION" WAS . . . SO, I AM PERFECTLY FINE, WITH THEM JUST READING MY BLOG, AN THAT FLATTERS ME MORE THAN ANYTHING! SEVERAL OTHER TIMES THIS HAS HAPPENED, AND I DIDN'T CONNECT, THE STARES WITH NOTORIETY OF MY BLOG AN BLOGGING ABOUT BEING HERE OR THERE AT THIS OR THAT HAUNT THAT I FREQUENT! ANYWAY, I WANTED TO SAY, A THINK OR TWO ABOUT DOUBLES, WARNING PEOPLE, OF THE POSSIBILITY, IF YOU DO SOMETHING OF NOTE, OR ARE A THREAT, THIS IS THE "NEW" WAY TO HANDLE YOU, TO GET RID OF YOU, AND PUT IN A "COMPANY" PERSON, WHO WILL DO THE BIDDING OF THE GROUPS, OR THE MOB, OR THE GOVERNMENT AND THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT THIS . . I WANT TO GIVE YOU ANOTHER EXAMPLE! BUT DOWN BELOW!

WHERE ARE YOU SHANE?

I had known for a long time, that my sister, Shelley, later more sisters and even attorneys, or anyone, who could fill a role in my universe, were playing the double, in one form or another, at one time or another, but, after realizing, late October, 2011, that, Allan Rex Bess, had likely been killed, and I was dealing with a killer, not only in the cabin, but in the house, once it got cold, and then the chick that was murdered, not the dude that allegedly committed suicide, was, making me wonder, how many people are going to be murdered, before this guy, or Shelley are caught, with these killers seeing, killing as nothing more, than collateral damages, or soldiers in an undeclared war with me, and whomever happens to come to my aid, will be murdered, as 26 or more have been.  But, around this time of year, back in 2011, I was eating, breakfast, at the Parowan Cafe . . . Famous Faces at the Cafe' . . . writing on the wall, new, because I don't remember it, back then, but there was this dude, that looked, like Shane Clark, one of the plaintiffs in my $56.7 million case, in Iron County, with the legal engines stalled, so, I had not seen Shane for a while, but this guy, looked a lot like Shane, but he was bigger, and when I finished breakfast, I walked passed him, and said, Shane?  The guy never looked up, nor did he acknowledge me.

 

After breakfast, I went down to the Post Office, and I caught this same guy, across the street at the church and town square, looking at me, like stalking me?  I noticed his truck, and he had a gold, Toyota truck, about the same size as Shane's, who got one, like mine, because he thought it was a good looking truck, but, I noticed that, this guy, had, black, plastic rims on is truck over the tires, and I didn't recall that Shane had them, nor did my truck, and Shane got one similar to mine, but a different brand, but, pretty similar, so that struck me as strange, I worried that, this guy was, Shane's "double" or his "evil twin" or "doppleganger" self-outside of self?  I waved to the guy and he took off, and Shane would not have done that, so?  But someone told me that Shane, like myself, at times, puts on a lot of weight, and that is why, Haylee Cheek, called him Superman!  So, I chalked it up to, being embarrassed, or because, Misty and Dennis, were trying to do a "hostile" take over of "MY" case, to bring in Kelly Anne Booth, now handling, the criminal case, while I was doing the civil and the juvenile, and didn't need her help, didn't want to share, or teach her to do civil rights cases, but, that was a mess, so, I wondered if that is why Shane was acting bizarre?

YOUR IN WYOMING?  SHIT!

Later that night, I got curious about the truck thing, and wondered if, that was a double, and with me believing as I still do, that Allan had been murdered, and a mounting, murder rate, of my clients, and hopeful clients, I wanted to prevent anything further from happening to Shane, or anyone for that matter, knowing there had been 26 deaths, or alleged, suicides, with spurious circumstances, so, I drove from Parowan, about, midnight, passed Shane's house, west of Cedar City, and the truck I had seen, with the bigger, version of Shane was in the driveway, but, I thought, well, maybe I was mistaken and got the trucks backwards, or something.  But, Shane bought his girlfriend a white Impala or some older car, to get herself and her kids around, nice guy.  But, I noticed that, the white car was not there, but, a maroon, older car, was in the driveway, with some chick, that I didn't recognize, or had not seen, Shane with, was dancing, in the living room with the Christmas lights on, and freaked out, starting to think, that, there are people in Shane's house, so, I wonder where he is, if that is not his truck or him?  I hurried home, and decided to call Shane after this day of "doubles" and risked, waking him up, at by this time, after several rounds around his house and back home, got him on the line, and asked him where he was?  IN WYOMING!  WHAT . . . do you know, someone, who looks like you, is in your house?  He was still half asleep, but, without saying much, I warned him about, Allan, and that I had a "double" killer in my house, so, be careful!  He said he would!

 

Now, sometime latter, I was going along, I 70, to Grand Junction, Colorado, to see, my client, Hope Carlton-Levin, also, finding tons and tons of my legal briefs, or briefs from the other side, in Hope's case, another one, the lechters want to claim, I re-wrote the cohabitation/alimony laws in Utah, going from a very, antiquated, and lame, old fashioned, two pronged determination of whether a divorce' was living with someone, and therefore, her husband could stop paying alimony, taking it to a 10 prong test, looking at modern day dating, in the 21st century with the realities of a more complex and complicated life.  But, I like to see my clients, in real time, give them face time, because, I can read body language, watch for truths, or false statements, by the shifting of the eyes, or rolling or where they place their hands, law is a science for me . . . but, I had to pass through, another place, that Shane said he had been or was going to work, somewhere in eastern Utah, on my way, so, I wanted to check out the truck he was driving with the one, I saw, Shane II driving.  Now, generally, in the past, Shane and I, along with many of my clients, hugged when we greeted each other, so that was nothing rare, or out of the ordinary, shit we almost lived together during the early days of the case!  This will in later, the hug, but, the truck, was different, as I suspected . . . I didn't talk to Shane, he was doing brick work, so I took off to Colorado.  I didn't see Shane for months . . . and was run out of the state of Mormon to Montana, equally, Mormon, but, with the insiders, cop Mormon militia, that chased me up there, as blood brothers of the Utah boys!  I left Utah, before the resolution of the case, so, I wasn't able to find out what happened, realizing that, with impending death, no case, no client, no house, nothing was worth losing my life over, so, I was gone! 

 

REALLY COOL COLORFUL COWBOY ART, BROCHURE . . . NSA, IBOSS, IS NOT LETTING ME CENTER MY CURSOR!  TYPICAL! 

 

I had to come back and forth, between Montana and Utah, to finish my cases for about the first year and a half!  Scream, lived in my truck, until the Iron County Sheriffs stole it, telling me, that, the next time I left on foot, or (outran them again!  LOL) it would be one foot! no, I left town on the bus!  LOL!  But, on one occasion, for the fun of it, I drove passed Shane's house, and sometimes, I would go get Travis Braun, too, fun, loved them, as I did Haylee, they were friends, by this time, and I cared a lot.  But, this particular time, and driving 14 to 16 hours, there is not telling what time of day, someone got in, breaks, naps and all, didn't worry much, it was about 9:00 PM, and it looked like, everyone, was quiet for the night or watching TV, and the lights were off, but, I wanted Shane to see the awesome local artist, I discovered in Missoula with an art gallery, and I just happened to have one of his, Jerry, the artists, brochures, and being the sharing person, I am, I thought, Shane being a rancher and farmer, he would dig the art too . . . I am ordering some, for my Parowan house, because the cops took all my cool, photo art! and original, Parowan, artists, oil paintings on my stairs, and other places in the house, all bear now! 

 

The window of a truck was open, so, I decided, to write a little note, don't recall what about, but, I would just drop the brochure on the driver's seat, so he could see it!  All the sudden, I heard this booming voice behind, me--WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  Now, I still didn't know for sure if I was dealing with Shane, who, would have recognized me, or with the new double, who, was bigger, badder and meaner and didn't know me, from Adam or worse, given the case, probably and fucking federal cop!  So, I didn't turn around to ask questions, I just turned, walked to my car, and took off!  He, whomever he was, not in a good mood, and didn't appear to know me at all, but I didn't have my truck, so, Shane may, not have known either, but, I can't imagine Shane, literally running the house and getting keys to the car, and it was maroon as I recall, so, that could have been the "doubles" girlfriends car . . . but he was in no mood for messing around, and I am a master at the great escapes, or close calls!  Shane's subdivision, is horrible for outlets, there is only one, and I was afraid if I took of to the church and the exit, he would catch me as pissed off as he seemed, and I was pretty sure, this was not Shane!  So, I went, left, rather than right, and took of the other direction than, Shane thought, I was going . . . and he went right, to the main street, but he parked, or actually, I think he did go the same way, but, I stopped, turned off the lights, and watched as he, went up the street on the other side, just a few car lengths up, and he sat in his car, waiting for me to drive by, when I was sitting behind him all the time!  LOL!  I don't think he was in the joking mood!  LOL, and I sure as hell, was not going to stick around to find out!  LOL!

 

I believe that was the last time I drove by his house, whomever he was?  But the double thing is real, and real scary!  I started noticing my sister, take me identity, way back, in 2000 when I was allegedly going to did . . .why waist a great resume like mine, on a dead person, right?  Why not take a welfare mom, going nowhere, and just exchange identiies?  Good idea!  But, what seems to be going on, from my limited, but expanding, understanding of this, is that, they do this shit all the time!  It appears that anyone, who has something the cops want, under, the Patriot Act, they feel it there option, to just reach out and touch, and steal it, without cause, warrant, crimes, or, reason!  When I was back in Washington, D.C., getting sworn in to the U.S. Supreme Court, and I had the "white limo" trick . . . oh, another thing that was validated for me, is I left at, like 9:00 PM, hit the road to D.C., didn't tell anyone from my client to my fake husband, whom, was, acting like life was more a war in our house . . . guy, paid to take me down, and an attorney, determined to survive!  But, yesterday, when looking back through Allan, aka, Frank's notes, I noticed, one that said, or actually written in two places . . . now, allegedly, Hope, the former Playboy Bunny, turned mom, rancher, never met Frank!  But, I knew that, when I stopped to get gas money . . . terrible business woman, and Hope owed me about $2,000 as agreed on, back at that time, but, I always operated on a shoe-string, but she said she could give me $200, if I could meet her in Loma, Colorado, which I did, but, I got a gut feeling that she called Allan/Frank, and I would have a race to D.C. which it ended up being with a white limo at the Supreme Court, the night before, and it looked like a movie, streets closed, people running here and there . . . fake swearing in ceremony and I was sure, that, Frank was with one of the fake bitches trying to steal my case, which they had already done back in the 10th Circuit!  My client's also in on it, held me in Kansas for fucking 5 hours, before sending me gas money!  Go figure . . . they already cut deals on my case, all were rich, while I didn't have money to get sworn in?

 

But, I found, the notes, just as I expected, just one more Judas Iscariot, who kissed me on the cheek while betraying me . . . but, Hope called Allan/Frank, and next her name was this small, note . . . you never seen me!  And the other one said, Hope called to let me know that JoAnn was one her way to Washington, D.C., 1/19/2012 . . . actually, Hope waited to call, or he got the dates wrong, I left the night of the 18th after filing, two briefs, driving from Parowan to Salt Lake City, because, Shelley had hijacked my e-filing account, and I knew the cases were going to be stolen, $357 million and $56.7 million! 

AND THEY WERE . . .

SON OF SAM SPEAKS!

Saturday, I watched this True Crime Special, called, the Son of Sam Speaks, or David Berkowitz, the Son of Sam killer who, rocked, New York, killing 6 young people, among the brightest and most beautiful.  David said that he was part of some cult, that a dark prince, ruled, held meetings at night, an, worshipped Satan . . . at first he thought it was, just something to do, some place to meet friends, and hang out, learn something be entertained; however, as time passed, he realized he was getting pulled into more and more bizarre and criminal behavior, like child sex rings, murders, even watching and selling snuff films, that are like films that show, depraved sex, and then, eventually, the mutilation and murder of its victims, many of which were children!  So, when he was blamed for the killings of all 6 young people, scaring the shit out of the nation, he said he was just a fall guy, for the cult.  Now what distinguished as cult from a religious organization, is that, the church, gives something to the parishioner, like knowledge, enlightenment, a path, faith, Jesus; however, the cult is the reverse of that, the members are to give to the cult, generally led by a very charismatic and often handsome male or female leader, who controls the group, like Charles Manson, who then, uses the family or the cult members to carry out, his sick and depraved, notions of what, it is he thinks or his world vision, and while there were several cult members involved in the shootings, he was going to take the fall for them, for the whole lot!

 

After, one of the other cult members, who participated in the killing spree, was murdered, he realized that, the cult was more than just a thought producing entity, but it had actually morphed into a criminal enterprise.  This group was called THE PROCESS, and like with many cults, and I am thinking of the chick from King of Queens, Leah, someone, where she talks of the brainwashing, the indoctrination, the use of punishment, training, and giving of oneself, over to the group, or the better good of the whole, allegedly, he said, young people tended to be a fertile ground for recruits, we see this with, the radicalization of ISIS members, or those swayed to do their bidding, to kill, terrorize when they are lone wolf attackers but, seeing themselves on a mission for the whole, doing things there way, and operating under the leaders of the cult or the group!  The reason, I bring this up, is I see, many similarities, with the group of people, I say are Mormons, Mafia, Men in Black, and now, adding, since the election, Fox News Contributors, all making up a sort of Barbie and Ken Cult of cops, political figures, and news media folks, who are out, doing all these deranged things, like taking over person's identity, stealing their lives, property, and whatever, taking credit where credit is not due, and trying to get away with organized crime, under the guise of doing this for the good of the whole, or the nation, in kind of a cult like manner . . . giving your all, your good, your dreams for this higher calling, when in reality, you are just following the dictates and wild ass, thoughts of some monster, maniacs, or meglomaniacs, with Trump, taking on this bigger than life, against all odds, tragic hero of the masses and it is all fucking a figment of our imaginations, made for TV, and really stupid!  My own, very very smart, children, being kept from me, and brainwashed into  this or that, or even into fabricated families, false mothers and fathers, a make believe family, that will somehow, get them, more prestige, money, status, power, position, or whatever is making me sick, but we are not thinking for our selves, and letting cult leaders since forever bring us great, harm . . . eventually, the Son of Sam, found God, repented, and lived a life, committed to Jesus Christ, and he seemed at peace and happy, just in time to get his throat slit in prison!

WE NEED TO STOP BEING FOLLOWERS, SHEEPLE, SHEEP, CULTISH CHILDREN, AND SEE REALITY, PEOPLE, AND WHAT THEIR GAME IS, OR WE OURSELVES WILL FALL PREY TO THEIR CRIMES, SINS, AND POSSIBILY DEATH!

I THINK, THEREFORE, I AM!  DESCARTE!

 

P.S., COULD BE BREAK IN SONS' MUSIC CASES . . . I FOUND, TWO "BANDIT" LIKE CD'S, NEAR SHELLEY'S STUFF AT ALLAN'S HOUSE, HER WRITING, "MARGIN CALL" AND "SON OF NO ONE!"  IF THAT LAST ONE IS NOT SIGNIFICIANT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS . . . THEY TOOK ME AND ZEKE OR RICHARD, OUT OF THE MAKING, AND MADE ELLIOT THE SON OF SHELLEY AND FRANK, RACHEL AND JAMES KENNEDY, SUE AND KEVIN, OR WHOMEVER!  "MARGIN CALL" MIGHT BE CHRIS'S MUSIC, HIP HOP, RAP, ELECTRONIC MUSIC, THAT IS MAYBE EVEN BIGGER!?  OH, ANOTHER THING WAS WRITTEN AT THE BOTTOM . . . IT WAS LIKE "DIEGO SAN SOMETHING?"  I COLLECTED FINGERPRINTS, HAIR DYE, AND TONS OF STUFF, BUT THEY HAVE BEEN PROTECTED BY COPS, OR ARE COPS, AND I HAVE BEEN THROWN UNDER THE BUS . . . THIS IS, ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, BLOGGER, MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, NEW RESIDENT IN PAROWAN, SIGNING OFF FROM THE PAROWAN LIBRARY, ACROSS THE STREET FROM CALVARO'S NEW RESTAURANT, MONSTER DESIGN AND SCREENING, AND OF COURSE, THE PAROWAN DRUG AND GIFTS, AND IMAGINE, WHATEVER THAT IS!  IT IS 2:46 PM, 12/12/2016, MOUNTAIN TIME, NOT PACIFIC TIME, LIKE THE MOB WANTS YOU TO THINK . . . "IBOSS" SECURITY PROTECTION, ON MY OWN BLOG, IS TOTAL BULL SHIT, GET YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOG, BITCH!