The Team of Fathers, Who Took God's Revolver Down
Brett Todd Stewart/Stuart--Wellsville, Utah, Stewart--Similar to Chief Justice of the US Federal District Court, of the District of Utah, Ted Stewart--Very Interesting--Like Mother, Like Son
One fine afternoon, in Mount Sterling, Utah, my two sons, Elliot, bass guitarist for GR & Maraloka, and my son without a name, with a beautiful baby, who is the little instigator of this exposure and bloodbath of reality, of the devil's own--God has Satan's credit card number, God wins, and Satan pays--these men are some of Satan's Army, in opposition to God's Army and God's Revolver . . . Satan steals and the Red Jesus Heals . . . anyway, my two beautiful, loving, and cool sons, no ordinary sons, nor are my daughters, married to two of theses beasts, hopefully, not for long, but their call, came to visit, me and my then husband, Brett. Now Brett is a guitar players, he worked on about two songs, for the year and a half of our marriage, until, I could see the game, and ditched his ass.
But prior to that time, Brett, entertained my sons, we got along well, and hike, played guitar, talked and generally, just had a good time. Elliot entertained us with his guitar playing, on Brett's guitar, playing what sounded to me, like classical guitar, but did cut loose, once in a while . . . but I could tell Brett was impressed to say the least, and seemed mesmerized with his playing. Little did I know, what plans he had for this boy, and his music, a much younger, Elliot, shaved head, but just digging being in the mountains, with his mom, brother, Brett and goofing around.
Chris, one the other hand, entertained us with his humor, telling us a very funny story, that I will tell you, just as a side bar, due to it being Father's Day, in honor of all four of my son's father, Richard Clifton Secrist, a city planner in Mesquite, Nevada, married to Rochelle, living with her three kids. Here is the story, that taught me a great lesson, that I am practicing to this minute!
Being Bitch Slapped vs. No One Said You Had to Let Them Hit You
Elliot, and the Bitch Slap
I have not idea, what exactly, Chris and Elliot had done, to piss there father off, because that was a very rare occasion, and I was basically the tough parent, and quick to react to children that stepped out of line, and that was not often, because, I, with a pistol temper, as any regular reader will attest to, but I never had to spank, hit, or reprimand these two very good boys, consistently great, fun, and respectful, so the story came as a shocking surprise to me! It seems like Chris said, it had something to do with a drive in the car, maybe Zeke, as I called Richard, maybe took the pair to visit his mother, in Bountiful, about an hour or so drive from the Provo/Orem area, where they were living at the time, or maybe, he picked them up from Donald Anderson's house in Smithfield, which makes more sense to me, because, El and Chris may have spent the weekend up around Logan, with sister, Shelley's boys, Jessie and Isaac. But for whatever reason, they did something in the car that really pissed, this very laid back dad, off.
There must have been something between the boys that led up to the type of reaction, their father had, once they got out of the car and he could get at them . . . again, I never even spanked them, so? But, with Chris telling the story, as soon as they walked through the door, the three of them, Zeke, grabbed Elliot, who was still rather young, three years younger than Chris, by the arm and outright, bitch slapped him across the face . . . now Elliot, is the sweetest kid in the world, Chris is a bit of a smartalick, and probably deserved whatever caused this reaction in his father, who was as slow to anger as mud!
I guess, that Elliot was so shocked, that he started to cry, and didn't talk to his father for about 2 weeks, which may have been Chris's chiding, or teasing his little brother, even that day--he was merciless to El, and the only time I ever saw Chris cry, was when I said, if he hit his brother one more time, you couldn't go snowboarding . . . so, guess what, he immediately, punched Elliot in the stomach, so I said, that is it, you are not going snowboarding tomorrow, and Chris cried! The only other time, I heard or thought he must have cried, was when he was about 3 and we took the family to the movie, Benji . . . the dog must have died in the end, because Chris said, Mom, what is this water on my face? So, I guess, it is safe, to assume, he must have cried, but didn't do it often enough to cry.
Elliot, just sat there and didn't say anything, but laughed as Chris told the rest of the story, with a very different result than Elliot got that day.
Zeke, Grabbed Chris's Hand and Started To Swing to Hit Him . . .
Rather than take the bitch slap, Chris, attached to his father's arm span, and his own, dodged the first hit, his father got more pissed, and more determined to put this sassy kid in his place, and punish him for his, apparent misbehavior, so he pulled Chris closer, and took another attempt, and Chris ducked and avoided the blow . . . as Zeke, tried over and over to hit Chris, Chris, turned, ducked, dodged, until all three of them busted up laughing, I think after several attempts, a real father gave up, and collapsed in fun, joking and love, for these two great men, now. I am sure the duo, will not forget that day, and probably don't want to get dad that mad again!
Chris finished the story, by saying, well, nobody ever said, you had to let them hit you! All of us, that day with Brett, were laughing so hard, the way Chris told the story and acted out, both roles, that of his father and himself as the scenario played out. I remember, crying I was laughing so hard, and both experiences, for the same, alleged, family crime that pissed off their father, totally fit, both of my two son's personalities . . . Chris, wanting, later, to become a comedian, and Elliot, reacting in his very hurt, and silent painful way . . . and that, I believe is the pain, I have detected, that makes me, so angry about the events that I am now going to unfold, of alleged, trusted members of his own family, stealing his band's thunder, money, and fame, and, not feeling sorry for it one bit, but continuing to steal his second CD, and killing three worldwide music magazine interviews, and putting bad reviews on the Internet, at the time, Elliot was booking tours around the country, with the older men, sabotaging every effort, to cover-up, Isaac and the fake band, that was touring the world at the same time!
That day in Mount Sterling, Brett was the ultimate host, cooked, made salads, hiked and seemed to have a great time with the two boys, still young at the time. However, I think, even at that time, there was more going on behind the scenes, that met the eye . . . Isaac's mother, Shelley, whom I have trashed for good reason, had a alleged business account, or company, that was called, Sterling Financial, which, I found, a symbolic name, so not surprising, after I left Brett, he hooked up with Shelley, and when I first took him to meet my sister, her reaction, was . . . SOOOOOOO this is who your new husband is . . . Kay Burningham's, was something similar, she said, when I introduced her and Brett, she said . . . how long have you know your husband. That struck me as a very strange statement to ask, but there seemed to be a familiarity between all three.
The Logan, Utah Cess Pool, and it Turned Out to Be True!
About a week after Elliot and Chris, came to visit, Brett and I were listening to NPR Radio, around 2006, I think . . . and someone, had recorded a young guitarist, just jamming in his room, and put it on the radio, and within, I believe, it was one day, the recording had 350,000 hits on YouTube, or wherever! Now, that number is very consistent with the numbers I used to get, when I started to write my blog on Elliot, God's Revolver & now Maraloka . . . I was shocked to see my blog, go from, an already amazing number of hits, rise from about 22 to 28 million hits, to 113 million hits, and there was a huge uptick every time I wrote about the band, tracked it, until Google and CIA, NSA, or mob, syphoned off 130 million, after I got a 30 million hit day, writing about Christ, but the Red Jesus, clearly was the favorite!
I think, at that second, I, in my gut, knew that was Elliot playing in his room at Zeke's house in Provo! I started to suspect, Brett of posting that, right after the visit, and it seems that our relationship, went down hill really fast, until, I left and moved in with Shelley, who I am sure, hooked up with Brett, maybe the reason for the marriage in the first place, Shelley was the one who told me about Blake Donner's death, along with three other kids, in the Provo Death Cave . . . at the time, I was still waiting to die, but I think, that in reality, Elliot's music cured me, or the maternal instinct, to protect him . . . Shelley, Jessie, Isaac, and Tiffany, Jessie's wife, started strange behavior about that time . . . had a ton of CDs, labeled BANDIT! And they seemed to make nightly runs to the bank, and took out tons of credit card applications, I discovered Shelley had my social security card and my driver's license! This was not looking good!
Mom, Do You Want To Hear My New CD
Isaac was driving his light blue, Cadillac, with me, Chris, and Elliot, driving, while the new CD was playing. I couldn't believe my ears, I didn't know the name of the CD, Little Black Horse Where Are You Going With Your Dead Rider, was so good, I couldn't believe it, and I listened, thinking, this is my son? I thought of the Doors, CC&R, Blue Oyster Cult, Pink Floyd, Eric Clapton, etc., and said, after listening in silence . . . play that again. Now, I am no music critic, but I knew this stuff was good. Then Elliot, showed me, the cover of the CD, the haunting trees, the dead, skeleton rider, the whiskey soaked woman, the horse, and the black on green . . . El's cousin, Craig, who was a great artist, on the Secrist side, with my father-in-law's, artistic talent, and El, with both Grandma and Grandpa's talents, of music and art . . . a Secrist family affair, totally cool . . . so, why did the Southwick family steal it? It wasn't their DNA or genes, nor talent that got this CD done!
I started watching Shelley, who seemed to sneak out to meet Brett, every morning, after I left him, or were they partners in crime, before I met Brett? In retrospect, I believe this crime, not only against son, but mother, was well planned, orchestrated, strategically and methodically, planned down to the last detail, bringing in Shelley's ex, Jimmy Robinson, mixer for the Doors! And I bet, Kay, who showed up in my life about that time too, was in on it from the get-go! I think, Dallas was also, and all of these guys, were the ones who killed Blake, and originally wanted to sensationalize the deaths of the four, mainly the lead singer of (Old School) Parallax, that they may have made a shit load of money on before, and were just waiting for the work to get done by God's Revolver . . . with cousin, Isaac, watching every move, to steal, create a fake band, say that they, GR, sold or permitted them to take the music . . . couldn't have been further from the truth, any more than me asking the chicks I fucking hate, to go ahead and take my case, my money, my fame, and my law degrees and licenses!
The Traitor Son-in-Law & The Bad Grandpa
I had left Brett, and moved to St. George, was living next to my parents, on Concord Way, and was slowly coming out of the effects of the plot to steal Elliot's band's music, and my ID, so Shelley and Brett could claim they were Elliot's parents and manage God's Revolver, like Michael Jackson, or Myle Cyrus, or Brittney Spear's parents did, but the bass guitarist, was not going to be Elliot, but Isaac! And the new band with all the connections of family, mob, CIA, FBI, and other's, this was justified by the fact that I had killed asset forfeiture and took out 9 attorneys and investigators, before the poisoning, and me, Elliot, and the rest of my children were to be indentured servants, to this new, rich elite, making a ton of money off, God's Revolver music, but with changed Bandit names, and new band members!
I knew they were stealing it, but didn't have the tools, nor the money to do much, which was behind the poisoning, and the whole conspiracy to steal the whole Secrist family, so the Southwicks could have their way with the music, and later the law cases, worth milions, justifying the theft, as payback for the money, I allegedly cost the cops and prosecutors and feds . . . and we are talking a wholesale substitution, right down to the Secrist girls, and grandkids . . . that is why, when Kat, had Yulia, and, under the guise of having her mother from Bulgaria there for 6 months, with me yielding to her, because she lived so far away! But as the pattern continued, with a coming birthday, I knew, was hoping for a change, for I knew, after going through Donny's case, that Kat didn't want him, she wanted to win the case, but she didn't want the kid!
Going back to about 2007, or 2008, I started to pull off music critics articles on God's Revolver & Little Black Horse CD . . . so shocked that Mormon boys from Utah, did what the New York Writer's Guild called a classic work of art! I pulled all these articles and Dallas and Greta and kids, stopped in that day, I gave Dallas, who loves music, probably more than I ever guessed, being in on the gig, since the cave deaths, totally defensive over the discussion, when I said it was murder . . . but he sat there is silence, didn't say a word, which was the opposite of what I thought his reaction would be, total elation, that this kick ass band, was actually his brother-in-law, his wife's, little brother . . . he didn't move, finished the articles, and said he had to go call someone . . . I already had put two and two together, he was undercover, either AFT or FBI, and he proved it that day, he went out in his car, for at least two hours!
I knew he was calling the agents over the fake band, to tell them to stop, or that something was up, bad on me, thinking, he might be on his families side, but knowing he was not a friend, but a total enemy, working with my enemies, Isaac, Shelley, Brett, Kay, and at the time, I knew, my parents, might be in on it, but my father's reaction totally convinced me, that Elliot's own grandparents were in on it too.
The Bad Grandpa
I was so excited to tell my parents, that Elliot had three worldwide music magazine interviews, Hustler had already taken the photo shots of the band, so this one was in the bag! This exchange, took place in less that about two second . . . Dallas Iscariot, had already sealed the traitor's kiss on his wife's brother's cheek, probably called my father, who didn't have to hear more than . . . Hey, Dad, Elliot has three worldwide, music interviews--he, almost yelled, JO, I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH, AND DASHED INTO THE HOUSE . . . my father was in on it, talk about disappointing . . .
This reaction went hand in hand with events that followed, him freaking out when I got my bar license back or reactivated my dormant license, due to pending death . . . I have never seen a worse reaction to a child, actually overcoming death, and getting back in the game of the law . . . now, that again proved that Shelley had stolen my license, and Isaac was stealing Elliot's band's music . . . nothing but an angry reaction to both, should have been good news events. I even went over to my parent's house, at that time and took my picture off the wall, that hung with their other 7 children, I was much more loved by Julia Warner, until, my parents inducted her granddaughter's red-headed husband, and a bass guitarist, about the same age, born in the same place, Ogden, Utah, Ryan Chambers, to be the red headed Jesus, or the best he could pull off, a bit fat, and short, but, hey, what they band lacked, the light show, and having Elliot pose, unbeknown to him, as himself, for the poster, that got at least a billion orders, worldwide, that I saw with my own eyes, on his picture!
The money rolled in, the building started, in every space of real estate in the state, and I am sure in many more, money laundering, but showing up in plain sight also . . . the Southwick Mormon Mob was well into the money and the power, buying the Mormon Church, Utah, and the nation, it seemed, with presidents, being introduced to someone other than myself, and Elliot's band, getting taken down on their nationwide tour, that they trashed, when Dallas and Dick found out!
Alleged Government Contractor, George, Picture with President Karsai
George and Nicole, lived with the Schmidts, for a while, when they moved to Pennsylvania, while George was looking for a job, so they got close to the family, too close, Sue and Kevin, with no grand children of their own, latched right on to mine, Yuri and Gracie, with Sue and Kevin's own kids, acting like they were the immediate family, not Nicole's own family, that was battered and torn by this same crowd of Southwicks, and the extended Southwick family. The plan was great and deep, with all included and making money, Kevin retired from Norton, about that same time and Sue had connections with the Berkeley School of Music in Boston, through her Mormon Ward . . . the Mormon Church were big time players.
I had started to get back into politics, but not the law at this time. Nicole was getting surgery, so she asked me if I would come out and help with the kids. Which I did. At that time, I figured that George was CIA, teased him, and looked at all his books, like My FBI, by former director, Louise Freech, and other books on his master topic of counter-intelligence and terrorism . . . but, as I suspected, but hadn't proved at the time, but George was using his job, as a means to promote, the fake band, Isaacs, band around the world. Now, what would give me the idea, he had a picture of himself and President Karsai of Afghanistan, that would come into play later, when I wrote a plan for President Obama to get out of the country.
I called George, and asked him to tell me about Afghanistan, the religion, the culture, the people, the President, the politics, so me and the Great Decisions group, could help our newly elected President answer Congress and come up with a plan for our efforts in the country. He kept referring me to the Internet, what, you are standing their with the President, you have to know something. At the time, George was leaving Nicole and the kids for up to two months at a time, allegedly overseas, on very dangerous missions . . . so, how in the hell, doesn't he know anything about Afghanistan? Something else is up, a cover-up. Then he told me, one day, that he needed to go out to Langley, and I said, I knew you were CIA, jokingly, but not . . . he told me he was switching jobs, and who paid him, was not who he worked for!
They all have a cover, was he using this as a front to push music to Arabic countries . . . it appeared so, and what about little Ms. Meg Schmidt, who moved out, so I could come . . . we had a dinner one day for Meg, who was in town, and we wanted to play cards . . . Nicole and I had gone to stake conference, and George, said he would watch the kids, and cook dinner. Judged on Meg's snotty actions, during the card game and the evening, she seemed like a jilted lover of George's! Pouting, sullen, and brooding, like a girl who intended to steal a husband, from her cousin, but didn't make the grade. But, there was definitely something up between the two. I was suspicious, that she was Nicole's replacement, now, could be a second wife . . . she always dates, dark colored men! George is Cuban!
Nicole, George & Kids, are Coming to Visit Sue & Kevin
Now the bad thing about traitors, CIA, ATF, or whatever, working undercover, is they are paid to trash me, get rid of me, try to use all the psychological methods of alienation of affection, against me, and also turn their kids against me, but, it hasn't worked. DNA, is stronger than visits. I had seen Gracie, when she was 8 months old, and again, briefly, when she was 2 years old, but decided I better visit, soon, so she knows who I am. So when I got sworn into the United States Supreme Bar, January 23, 2012, I surprised Nicole at church, George, acted pissed, and put out, at the visit, but at least, George, smarter than Dallas, knows how to shut up and take the 5th, Dallas, just uses, and is nice for money, legal representation, and to watch the kids, beyond that his is total fucking ass!
But, there is always this constant undermining going on, behind closed doors, and i will have to hand it to my kids, they have done quite well with all of it, and I have a relatively good relationship with both them and their children. I let, Gracie, on my visit, warm up to me. She stood her distance for about 10 minutes, and all of the sudden, to Nicole's surprise, it was Grandma Jo, this and Grandma Jo, that, she wanted me to read to her, meet all of her stuffed animals and dolls, say prayers, watch her in the bathtub . . . George and Nicole said, she doesn't warm up to anyone! That made me feel better about seeing her, as infrequently as I do, that she knows at a deeper level, just who grandma is . . . and it is not Sue, nor Kevin, nor Shelley, Kay, Rachel, or anyone, and George, Dallas, and now, Kat, being careful from the get-go, have tried to break the bonds, but they are totally there, no matter what they do.
Little Yulia, the first time I stayed over night, and when I was getting ready to leave, I looked down on my shirt, and her little 4 month old hands, were gripping my shirt, tight, as if to say, Grandma, don't leave me. The other morning, I opened the paper, after talking to Chris, her father, and there was a picture of a baby girl about Yulia's age, and it said, What do you not understand about, I love you! That is when the trouble started, I pushed the envelop at bit, and offered to come watch Yulia, and get acquainted, while Kat and Chris, both worked, so they could get extra money, and I could play with baby, cutie girl. Just as I figured, Kat nicely, nixed it, through Chris . . . it is our anniversary, her birthday . . . and . . .
Before that, Kat had called me, days earlier, after I hadn't called for a while, letting them have their space, and Kat called saying Yulia, was asking for Grandma . . . Kat seemed her old self, happy, kind, talkative, and fun. That is until, I decided to make the trip to Utah to see baby. Then pictures came, but only 4 out of the 9 that were sent . . . they were off Chris and Yulia, and none of Kat, whom I have never seen in a picture with Yulia, so what was up . . . Kay, or Rachel, of course, the fraud, must go on . . . I am dead, and they are me, so, for me to show up, and spend that much time, would not work! The other day on the bus, there was a dark haired girl, speaking, what sounded like Bulgarian or something like that. The bus, stopped and a blond woman, came a sat, right next to her one the bus, with the exact hair style as Kat's mother, who looks totally different, that the woman, I met a few years ago, much larger, woman . . . but anyway, this woman appeared to be her mother.
I have always thought, how easy it would be, for Kat to claim that her parent's lived over in Bulgaria, but really were from New York, and she moved her at an early age, so she knew both languages. If you have ever seen, the movie, with Richard Geer, The Double . . . that exact scenario, is in the movie, the kid, investigating Geer, a double agent, and famous, Cashius, is actually discovered by a Harvard grad, allegedly CIA, who has studied Geer's character, and Geer, realizes that the kid is also a double, he leaves his wife, and does his spy thing! I don't recall seeing Kat hold Yulia, while her mother was there . . . she could have another lover too, this is an assignment for all of them, including Kat, who would use a baby to further trap Chris, that even if he knew, he would have to chose between mother and child, or whatever, so keeping his mouth shut, would be best, for right now . . . but who is this woman, and where is the first Kat? She is Kay's girl, and Yulia, is suppose to be Kay's granddaughter, to further the fraud, and keep it all in the Southwick conspiracy against me and my family, I met a kid, the last time I came to Kalispell, and if you didn't know Chris, well, you would or could, with a bit of a stretch, think that he was Chris, and from aerial surveillance, he would definitely pass, so scary stuff, and I hope, someone is protecting Chris!
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