YOUR GONA HEAR ME ROOOOAAARRRR, KATY PERRY!
LIONS, AND TIGERS AND BEARS, HA, HA!
When, I was a young girl, I used to often, have reoccurring, dreams of lions, getting loose, in schools, or churches, or at amusement parks, often, terrified when, I was young, but even more so, as, I was a mother, once having a dream that, lions were loose in the church across the street, from your home, on Eccles Avenue in Ogden, Utah, when, my kids were little and at this or that class, and I didn't know were they were, and I knew there were lions, loose in the building! This dream was not as terror filled, as those old dreams, but, there was surely an element of fear, as, I found, myself, in bed with someone, I didn't know, not sexual, at all, because, the dream, seemed to start, with me, on one side of the bed, and this blonde haired, rather, young man, at first, thinking it was my cousin, Edward, kind of my kissing cousin, but thinking on it, more, he looked a lot like my son, Chris! So, weird, or taboo, to be in bed with your son! But in the dream, I didn't know him, and generally, I know, who the players are, old lovers, boyfriends, or love interests!
Actually, Chris, being symbolic of all my kids, with regard to the serious nature of the last 6 years, with death knocking, daily, on my door, not wanting to alarm them, but, with them, originally, refusing to even want to hear about it, let alone, believe it . . . some of that, was due to possible, federal agents, infiltrating our family, being, hired, placed, matched, specifically, with my kids, to compromise my efforts, and with spies inside the family, to keep me in check, and watch any of them, and for a long, long time, fuck, Elliot's accepting, band engagements, like with the Zion's Harley Davidson, Hog Rally, when, I took Elliot's new, CD, the first of three SONY deals, to the manager, to see if they wanted to use them, when, they hosted a nationwide, HOG RALLY . . . the lady, kept the CD, and when, I checked back with her, she took out a checkbook and was willing to pay, whatever the band asked! Rachel, his, undercover girlfriend and Dallas, disappeared, into a back bedroom, and when, they came out, Rachel, said that Elliot had, to go to a birthday party or the homecoming party of one of the band members, who was just back from IRAQ or something like that . . . I knew they were covering the FAKE BAND!
THERE'S A TIGER IN YOUR ROOM!!!!!!
I don't recall, exactly, where the dream began, other then, me seeing, the tiger and jumping into bed with whomever, was the blonde dude, in bed asleep. I was, spooning him, loosely, afraid of the tiger, but not wanting, to wake him up, but still fucking afraid, and worried, that if this beast got hungry, I was going to be dinner! As I was laying on my side, with my ass, toward the tiger, he reached up and clawed my butt! No blood was drawn, but, none the less, the tiger had made an aggressive act, that might lead to being eaten. So, I moved closer to the guy, who was peacefully sleeping, and didn't seem worried at all, about what was going on in the room, nor the threat to either one of us. and at one point in the dream it seemed, that, I thought, it was his pet, which, might be why, I thought of my cousin, Edward, who had, hawks, alligators and paranah, or flesh eating fish, we used to feed hamburger to, for dinner. I saw a truck or van, with the lettering, ENOUGH SAID. CALL ED! That may have been some of the connection and bring him to mind, during the dream, and he is in the later, section of the dream. After the tiger, clawed me, I moved, even closer to this man, whomever, and that was really, the end of the dream, other than, the fear, lasted a long time, in the dream and the threat was real, but the guy, NEVER WOKE UP, nor did he seem to appreciate that we were in any kind of danger.
Now, as far as lions and tigers go, I have traditionally, associated with the Lions, because of the early dreams, seeing those as, symbolic of, the King of Beasts, or maybe even being of royal linage, connecting into the kings and queens of British royalty. I associated, the tiger, with, Ty, or Shelley, given, Ty's name, and this symbolic world, I have found myself in, looking for, signs, symbols and seeing them, wanting understanding for what has happened, for direction and learning. So, I was a bit, taken back by the exchange of animals, but,. maybe not. There is the eye of the tiger, or the Rocky shows, where, I have come up from the dust, over and over and over again, and become a champion of this or that, field, from, award winning manuals, to rockin' securities cases, to being #2 in civil rights, to the #1 top blog in the world! That is just me! As I walked through the door to Sohpia's Place today, what greeted me, was, the back of a Frosted Flakes, cereal box, with the words, IT'S THE TIGER! The tiger is a large cat, and that may indicate, CIA, or it could just mean, that, I am the tiger, to deal with, being sign and symbol, of being the real tiger, bad ass con law chick, and maybe the man, resting, could have, either not appreciated the risk, or thought, you are the bad ass we are all worried about, so, what are you afraid of?
Or it could mean, that, everyone thinks, that the real tiger, or bad ass, ME, is, really, the tiger that is attacking me or Shelley! The other day, after the incident at the LA Fitness, which appeared from the make up, of who was there, I would say, three cops, two local, one fed, and the hitman, easy to drown me and just say it is an accident, I saw this girl working at the Greenwood library, with a shirt, black, with a white block frame or square, and four letters in the square, probably meaningful to someone, more up to speed on fashion, not me . . . there were two block letters, white, "T A" at the top, and "K U" at the bottom. The thought came to mind, that the tits and ass, gals, are the ones, who are trying to kill you, indicated by the "U" and the letter "K". This morning while I was waiting for the bus, the ad for a local hospital came on, Kaiser Permanente, or Kay is her, permanently! It seems that the more I prove who I am, the closer I get to the truth, the more, the powers that be, say, that Kay is me! This is facts, in and of an alternative universe, she couldn't be me, in real, other, than to act and play my roll, in a billion years! Let her start a case from scratch! scratch, not take it after I have WON, and take the money, after doing one appearance before, Neil Gorfuck and the 10th Circuit, because they have not seen me in person, all briefs, filed online, through e-filing!
Not to mention, doing or getting my jobs, or teaching at the universities, fuck, I had her fill in, for me, and nobody thought she did a good job, I had her teach my anger management, and I had the notes and outline, she never had to start from scratch on that, and she still did a shitty job, and on the cases, fuck, if you were going to make $118 million dollar for doing one appearance in court, one you never could have reached, without, getting the case, the license to the bar associations with a clean record, and also, writing and arguing the cases, through the federal system, not to mention, gaming, Judge Tina Campbell, and getting her disqualified, off the case, and this is your first fucking case, coming out of New York Investment News, with your clients, giving you, the unwieldy task of, writing this complicated, case with 6 U.S. Constitutional violations and 29 Utah Constitutional Violation with what, 11 defendants, having to know, constitutional law, administrative law, criminal and civil law, and securities, law, that nobody in 10 years my clients, Brock and Rice, would ever find, but me being exposed through, my government work to all, plus my education, in law school, a one in a million attorneys, and Kay a fucking ambulance chaser, the lowest of the low, in law, same elements on every fucking case, different, people, is not the same, nor even comparable . . . sure, once I won, she was good enough, to go in with all my work and argue, she had been an attorney, trial attorney for what, 30 years by that point? She fucked the only case I saw her in court, and got fired to boot! Shit, we are so, not, comparable, in the law, not even close!
I think the cops are being much like the dude in the dream, asleep, seeing these threats, as nothing, or nothing to worry about, fuck, Shelley just got my APARTMENT and her inside chick, just tried to get me thrown, out of the shelter, for trying to meet with Melissa not just once, but twice, having already done a housing plan, and just waiting to here on the Kirkland apartment, trying to say, that SHE, lost my intake or plan, therefore, I had to come in, and do another one, which I did, twice, and she refused to take the 5 minutes to take what, my name and social security number? Then, kick me out, for not meeting with her? YOU HAVE TO BE SHITTING ME! Wednesday night, when, I came second time, she under her breath, said, well, you were suppose to be here yesterday, like, ah, not, last Wednesday, when, you could have easily, taken the time, and refused, said, I was scheduled for next week, meaning, next Wednesday . . . I believe, the sheet was reprinted, and the names or sign-ups, changed so they could kick me out . . . I haven't missed a date, court date, in 5 states, with 30 cases, and 3 on appeals, and one to the United States Supreme Court, nor have I gotten continuances! So, no, I am not amiss on the dates and times, and under her breath she said, well I hate to, because, you always, show up for your appointments? LIKE WHAT! A set-up! Melissa is likely, roped into this, game and has to do what cops, or feds, or could have been paid, or her boss did it, but, yesterday, by way of God Intel, there was a chick in Bellevue who looked a lot like her, and she had, a maroon sweat shirt on, with PINK, or the sign for PUSSY CATS, on both arms, like, I think, that Rachel, or Shelley or Kay wrote the blog, not you! FACTS, FACTS, FACTS, AND WHETHER I AM FAT, LIKE YOU, OR NOT, IS BESIDE THE POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, Wednesday, night, Parris, kept saying, you need to go meet with Melissa, or you will be kicked out. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I haven't been here, two nights early to meet with her, and asked her, if it will just take 5 minutes to fill out the housing form, and she refused 5 times, and now, she is not coming to me, but calling this chick and that chick in, to meet with them, then, fuck the bitch! So, then, after, leaving, Parris, and refusing to meet with, Melissa, waiting for her to have time, and maybe this was, Thursday, but, I walked by Elizabeth's bed, and, I believe, that, Parris, Elizabeth and probably, Rebecca, are all, undercover cops, or being paid to work on this or that, for the Hammond House, as I believe, Linda and others are. But, this proves it to me, so, Elizabeth, asks me, if I had seen her, powder blue, flannel pants, with like little designs on them? NO. I will keep my eyes out for them. She is half my SIZE! LOL. But, I see Melissa acting bizarre, Parris pushing me to meet to file out, that EXTRA, LATER DATED, HOUSING FORM, showing me as post dating, the original, that Shelley or Rachel are claiming the apartment with, AFTER THE ACTION, making it look like I am the fraud and they the original at the shelter, games, they have played on EVERYTHING, in this mix, match and attach, shit! But, I noticed that Rebecca, normally, long in bed, was up and down, going to bed with her shoes on, as she has before, and I have left, early, or for a day, but she did a strange thing, she put the ladder, right near her upper bunk, were I am in the lower bunk, and placed a bottle of hand sanitizer on the flat, shelf of the ladder? STRANGE? IDENTIFIER? TARGET? ALSO SYMBOLIC OF CLEAN . . . PURCELL! NEEDLESS TO SAY, I SPLIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, OR WITHIN ABOUT AN HOUR! SOMETHING WAS UP, STING OP!
OH, DID YOU GET THE CLOTHES, THAT, LINDA GAVE YOU? NICE.
So, after being out all night, considering leaving, to Everette or Bellingham, or Tacoma, or even going back to Montana, I decide, no, SEATTLE AND GREENWOOD ARE MY HAPPY PLACES! I decide to come back, and see what is up? I go to put some stuff back in my rubber bin under my bed, and at first I thought, that I had mixed, Rebecca's bin with mine or someone, exchanged bins? There were all these clothing items that I didn't recognize? I did, however, notice, Elizabeth's pajama bottoms from her description, and it appeared that there were several items, that belonged to various other people, from what I had seen. I thought, someone is trying to frame me and get me kicked out for stealing? WHAT THE FUCK, if anyone couldn't be accused of stealing clothes it would be me, I wear the same black, every fucking day! Change underwear, and wash, but always the same black uniform, homeless uniform, that is so, NON-DISCRIPT, that, nobody has ever guessed me homeless, always looks clean, and never said, that I am wearing the same thing, PERFECT! Everyone thinks I am staff, even after telling them, that I live here!
At first I was going to leave the clothes on Elizabeth's bed, but, I was afraid that, the original thief, would take her pants again, so I took all the clothes into the office staff and told them, that these were found in my bin? I pointed out the pants that, Elizabeth was looking for and the staff said, oh, yeah, those fit the description. We took all the clothes and put them in a see through garbage bag, and I left them to staff and told them, that I would alert, Elizabeth, but I didn't know who the rest of the clothes belonged to. Cool, we will get them, to the people who ask. Elizabeth came and I told her, that I found her pants, jammies, and they were in the office. She came back and said, staff can't find them, and we looked in the linen room, but they are not there either? I said, no, they said they would keep them in the office . . . well, it is policy, that the staff throw away clothing that is left out! They knew that you were missing the flannel pants, and they recognized them, why would they throw them out? Then, both Linda, and Elizabeth, said, it was my fault that staff threw them out? WHAT THE FUCK? LOL. NO, they well knew that you were missing them, and they bagged them and told me, they would be in the office! FUCK?
Later, as if Linda, was never involved in looking for the bag with Elizabeth, her and Parris, came in all excited, and said, did you get the clothes, that, we put in your bin? Oh, was that were the clothes came from? Parris said, you were asleep, so I just put them there. Why didn't you tell me, in the morning, nothing. Oh, Linda gave you such pretty things, too bad, they were gone. No, I recognized them, as someone, walking through the dorm and taking, this or that, that I had seen, nothing special;, and probably donated! I just said, oh, too bad. I think that I was being framed, to cover for the apartment given to someone other than me! But, it didn't work. I am fact based, over my bases, and do what it takes to make my point! Then, I put the truth on the record, MY RECORD, MY BLOG! But, I think, this now, sets the stage for, the second part of the dream.
ENOUGH SAID. CALL ED AND HIS SMALL DOG PET!
In this second part of the dream, I am at, my cousin, Edward Southwick II's, house, sparsely, furnished, having been on a Mormon mission to Japan, and recently divorced, and too cheap to properly decorate and spend money on a house! But, we were just talking, and he was running around, like he does, like a chicken with his head cut off, thinking of this or that, and all I remember, very simple is her little dog. Now, Edward, used to have a larger dog, when, I was coming down, to Beaver Dam, and Vegas, I think he got rid of Jade, before he moved to Vegas and his condo. But as usual, I am waiting for Ed to make calls and then, we go get in his car. We were not necessarily, in the country or the city, just on a road, between houses, and all the sudden he lets me out of the car, and leaves me on the side of the road, and I am saying like, where am I? How am I getting home?
Now, this is incredibly, interesting, because, me and Edward were close, very close during the time I first moved to Montana . . . I couldn't stay in a city, after leaving Utah, for more than about a day and a half, so, I would often, show up in Beaver Dam, where Edward was living and we would hang out for a few days, go dancing, to a movie, or go workout. Edward was always calling me to come down, and rent one of his rooms, in Beaver Dam, or even in Las Vegas. I was getting hooked on Montana, and the dry dead desert, I just left, was not a draw for me, but he was. We have had or been close, a lot of our lives, off and on, but when, I leave, he has turned to Rachel, or Shelley, to get that cousin thing going. I believe, that, once I left, St. George, and the plans were hatched for Shelley to be me and later for Rachel to be me, and with the majority of the Southwick crime family, all about, the other sisters and the MONEY, Edward caved, and started to work with them, and the cops, to set me up.
It was at Edward's house in Las Vegas, so it took awhile, that, I got my final two pieces of my I.D. stolen. First was my, driver's license, in Great Falls, at the DMV, then, I got me, bar association card with my picture, that allowed me to travel still by airplane, stolen, when, staying at a friends, house in Helena, Montana, on the 4th of July, when she asked me to go visit the Veterans, at the Harrisville, if memory serves, VA, to honor the vets and thank the for their service, something, the criminals, would know I would fall for, and feel comfortable to leave my purse, the first time I was separated from it, at Susan Brown's house! A, B, C, they contact my contacts and buy off, one by one! But, I still, had my Social Security Card, and my MEDICARE card, hard to get, if not impossible to get, so many with disabilities can't get one! I left my purse in my bedroom closet, and went to the Planet Fitness Gym, within walking distance, down the street on Nellis, where Ed lived, and when, I got back, with him and one of his girlfriends still in the bedroom, date from the night before, my ID WAS MISSING! It took me, 4 fucking years to get it back, just the bare minimum!
THE TIGER VS. THE LITTLE DOG! ME VS. SHELLEY. . . SINCE SHE LEFT . . . SHELLEY WAS TO TAKE MY PLACE AS PLANNED ALL THE WAY ALONG! BUT A TIGER FOR A DOG? NOT A GOOD SWITCH!
IT WAS INTERESTING THAT, IN THE MOVIE, "TOTAL RECALL" WITH THE TOP SPY OR LEADER OF THE RESISTANCE, THE MAN'S NAME, IS "HOUSER" AND WHEN, I FIRST WAS MOVING TO HELENA, MONTANA, WHERE I WAS FOR, MONTHS, OFF AND ON, I WAS LOOKING FOR, A SMALL RANCH TO BREED BULLS ON, AFTER I RETIRED, FROM THE LAW, WITH MY $118 MILLION CASE, AND SEVERAL OTHERS, READY TO CLOSE, ALL BASICALLY WON, BUT, I BELIEVE THE PLOT, CAME AT THE TIME, THAT, I STARTED BACK INTO THE LAW, BECAUSE, MY DAD, WENT, APE SHIT, WHEN, I REACTIVATED MY LAW LICENSE, OCTOBER 1, 2009, IN ANTICIPATION OF TAKING THE BROCK SECURITIES CASE! WHY WOULD A FATHER, FREAK OUT AND SCREAM AT A DAUGHTER, WHO BASICALLY, RETURNED FROM THE DEAD, OF 9 YEARS, AND WAS GETTING BACK ON HER FEET, IN THE LAW, IF HER LICENSE, THAT HE HAD CONTROLLED FOR, 9 YEARS, WAS NOT BEING USED BY A MORE, FAVORED DAUGHTER, OR THE LOSER, DAUGHTER, WHO, SAVED BOTH HERSELF AND DADDY FROM SECURTIES FRAUD CHARGES, AND WHOM THE STATE OF UTAH, AND THE BAR, WERE BOUGHT OFF, AS PART OF THE DEAL, TO GET, SHELLEY'S EX-HUSBAND, DAVE YAMEN, AND HER MAFIA BOSS, ALAN WOLFSON?
ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FROM THAT POINT ON, WITH FAMILY PLOTS, PLANS, AND MURDER IN THE AIR . . . KAY WAS ALREADY, WITH BRETT, AND MITT WAS ON THE HORIZON, KEVIN AND SUE WERE MOVING BACK TO UTAH, THE MITT CONNECTION AND THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, IN UTAH, PARTICULARLY, IN ST. GEORGE, WAS SEEN AS THE ONLY HOPE FOR THE PARTY, BEING THE REDDEST STATE AND THE REDDEST COUNTY!
FROM START TO FINISH, THIS WAS ALL PURE POLITICS, AND AMERICAN GREED, WANTING TO BE, THE RICH, THE FAMOUS, THE PRIVILEGED, THE PRESTIGIOUS.
PRESTIGE COPY AND PRINTING!
SO POWERFUL
SO SMART
EVER GUNSLINGER
IT'S THE BAR
ME!
THERE IS ONLY ONE, JOANN S. SECRIST
NOTE, THEY NEVER PUT THE "S." IN THE MIDDLE, OF ALL THEIR VERSIONS OF MY NAME!
I AM NOT ONLY THE BEST CHOICE, BUT THE ONLY CHOICE . . . NOBODY BUT ME, IS QUALIFIED TO BE ME!
GRAPHIC ARTIST + ENGLISH MAJOR + COMMUNICATIONS MINOR + TEACHING CERTIFICATE + LAW DEGREE + 4 LAW LICENSES + TOP CIVIL RIGHTS + TOP BLOG + POLITICALLY PERFECT FAMILY + CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, FORMER, ASSISTANT ATTORNEY GENERAL = ME, SITTING RIGHT AT, SOPHIA'S PLACE, IN BELLEVUE, RACHEL IS THE OLD BELLEVUE, I AM THE NEW ONE!
SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL THE GREAT COOKS, AND LADIES OF BELLEVUE, WHO ARE UNRIVALED, IN THEIR AMAZING MEALS, AND THERE IS NO BETTER WAY TO MY HEART THAN THROUGH MY STOMACH!
I HAVEN'T COOKED, SINCE, 1989, WHEN, I WENT OR GOT ACCEPTED TO LAW SCHOOL, LIKE A FISH OUT OF WATER!
I WILL RIDE BUS AFTER BUS, FOR THIS FRESH, GREAT, WONDERFULLY, DISPLAYED FOOD, WE EVEN GOT, FRESH SUNFLOWERS TODAY, REMINDING ME OF MY SONFLOWERS, OR TWO HANDSOME SONS, DAUGHTERS TWO, ALL FOUR, MY CROWNING ACHIEVEMENTS!
I LOVE YOU, KIDS, NO PHONES!
SMILE, NO COPS!
LOL!
