HOT BLOODED, CHECK IT AND SEE! WOW! "PHENOMENA." TRUMPED THE SHARK TANK--SHOP CAT PLAY (CIA). BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT! DANCE WITH LIFE . . . THE BRILLIANT LIFE! MINE. ROMANTIC COMEDY. KILLING SEASON. DOGMA. HOMELESS TO HARVARD, NO HARVARD TO HOMELESS! THE LEGEND OF 1993 TO 2016! ROBIN WILLIAMS (THE BIG WHITE). HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME! IF I COULD CHANGE THE WORLD, I'D BE THE SHINING LIGHT IN YOUR UNIVERSE. WE'RE GOING TO JUST KEEP STEAMROLLING YOUR ASS . . . FBI, CIA, GOVERNMENT FEAR OF THIS PHENOMENA, CALLED ME . . . I FINALLY UNDERSTAND! I WANT TO FOLLOW THE STAGES, OF JOHN TRAVOLTA PLAYING GEORGE MALLEY, JUST A SMALL TIME AUTO REPAIR, FARMER TYPE FROM THE HEARTLAND . . . PARALLELS MY LIFE IN SO MANY WAYS, BUT I WILL DISTINGUISH WHERE IT DIVERTS, IN VERY INTERESTING WAYS . . . BUT, I GET IT NOW! IT MAKES SENSE . . . IT DOESN'T MAKE IT EASIER, BUT I CAN SAY, I UNDERSTAND THE FEAR, THE PARANOIA, THE THINKING, LAME ASS AS IT IS AND WAS . . . HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME! I MIGHT CUT YOU SOME SLACK TOO! GET THE FUCKING BITCHES OUT OF MY LIFE, IS A HUGE ASS START! STOP CHASING ME, IS ANOTHER HUGE STEP, IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION!

Phenomena--You Were No Scholar--Let's Say, I Grew Into My Genius, Through Education, Opportunity, and Risk!

STRUCK BY FOREIGN STAR, UFO, WHATEVER ON GEORGE'S 37TH BIRTHDAY . . . FUNNY SAME YEAR, WHEN I WAS STRUCK!

In the movie, Phenomena, George Malley, just your average, Joe Blow, from small town, America, farmer, auto mechanic, no one in particular, nothing that would catch your attention, no person, that would show up, on the government's radar screen, as a threat, much, like a 36 year old mother of four, who just up and decided to get a divorce and go to law school, a very un-Mormon thing to do, very untraditional; however, with government plans, of putting the Patriot Act, in play, long before, the 2001 date and before 9/11, is was implemented, this mother, shows up on the FBI, CIA, caution, monitor, as a person of interest, definitely with an above average score in her constitutional law final, and I am not sure, bringing attention, to my great-uncle, Sherman Christensen, a U.S. federal district judge, and his brother, Phillip, former FBI agent, and Phil's son, Bryce, head of the Los Angeles, FBI Field Operation, for the FBI, with tons of connections between the Mormon Church, owner and operators of the J. Reuben Clark Law School, at Brigham Young University, some refer to as the Harvard of the West, in Provo, Utah, when, this little mom, scored, top in a class of 180 bright, Mormon wanna be lawyers and a feeding ground for the FBI, and the CIA, because of foreign missions and connections all over the world, made during the best two years of their lives, with many law students, being recruited from this limited pool of recruits, and from other law schools around the country, when low and behold, a female, 36 years old at the time of law school entrance, but 37 by the time of her, alleged, Phenomena, taking place after that first year of law school, during the summer of 1991, always making wonder what the fuck happened to me?  The government doesn't know about this happening to me, but, the result was the same!

Now, was I bright before, going to law school?  FUCK YES!  So, I was in a bit of a different, situation than the movie's George Malley--not only had I won all kinds of scholarships, awards, honors, before going to law school, and I had been asked to go to law school, by two of the most noted, BYU law professors, Thomas and Dan, can't remember, the other one, but, both of them, chaired the small, Christensen family scholarship, that I was the ONLY, member of the third generation, removed from the Judge, as great-grandpa was referred to by family, the law school and the bar, really even the second generation, of very distinguished, Christensens, professors, attorneys, judges--I was the only, third generation, including, cousin Meg Southwick Nesbitt, of Christensen's involved, in the interviewing of the law students, who were qualified, for this very prestigious, but small award.  I was admitted to law school, without entrance applications, LSAT, references, and the only law student, I am sure in the history of the law school, to be admitted, barely known, through this scholarship, but, mainly because of a dream, I had, being accepted, within two hours of reaching the law school, telling one of these law professors, I wanted to go to law school!  Making it through the professor, passing mustard, then on to an interview with the dean, making the statement, I can't believe, we would not be dying to have a student like you!  You are admitted, but you have to take the LSAT, and I don't care if you get a "O" on it, you are IN!  I don't think, I have disappointed them for one second . . . they may have wondered a time or two, but, I have probably done more for the law school, than even the former president, Solicitor General, Rex Lee!  LOL!

Extra Terrestial Visitation? UFO? No, More Like an Electronic Wooden Board, Hovering Over My Bed, With Hundreds of Lights, of All Colors, Shooting Light Into Me

What happened, I can't rightly say, but something strange, out of the world, strange, happened one night, during the summer of 1991, after my first year of law school, and I was living alone, in a house, a block off campus, on 7th East, right close to the law school, and I was working for Professor Davis, as his research assistant, and later, his legal writing, small section tort's instructor, along with Malcomb ?, and I was laying in bed one night, with the window open, screen on the door, no air conditioning, and there was a street light, right outside the bedroom, back bedroom, that I occupied for three years, all the way through law school, behind the Crest Gas Station, on the corner . . . not much more than a ghetto house, that was little more than a parking lot.  Three sets of roommates came and three sets, left, but I was the constant.  So, I was, sleeping and alone, with all roommates, gone for the summer, and my kids, living with their father, in Orem, Utah.  One night, what appeared to me, to be a wooden piece of ply board, thin, with evenly distributed holes, drilled through the board, seemed to come, either in my conscious or subconscious mind, through the window, although not open.  I remember being frozen in place, not able to move, not able to scream, but feeling panicked, and tied to the bed.  All of the sudden, there were colorful lights, that seemed to come through, all the drilled holes, zapping me, with lights of all colors, primary colors, reds, blues, greens, yellows, purples, and this, treatment, lasted just seconds, but left me, stunned and motionless in bed, with nobody to call, nobody, to cry out to, and too weak, to get on my feet, as I finally, could move, a bit, scared, and in a stupor, trying to make sense of what had happened, not sure what I would do, but I believe, I was going to make it to the phone, or to go outside, just to be freed from whatever, phenomena had just happened to me.

I don't recall that I ever told anyone, for fear of being thought of as strange, crazy, bizarre, nuts, or just full of shit, but, something happened that night, and I don't think, I ever thought much of it, other than seeing this Travolta film, years ago, long before, there was any connection between, me and the FBI, or any government intervention in my life, just wondering, if, that light source, altered or changed me, in the way, it seemed to George Malley.  Often, art or movies, Hollywood, is a mirror of life, not the other way around . . . something happens to someone, and they have unexpected results, can't explain things, nor can they predict, what the ramifications of that incident are, nor the consequences of what happened to them are.  But, obviously, something that I wrote in my blog, yesterday, made the YouTube gods, cough this old flick up, and this time, it made a whole lot more sense, not only for what, that seemingly electronic board with colorful lights, that zapped the strength and voice out of me, it seemed for several hours, leaving me weak and lifeless in my bed, until, I could finally, roll off the bed, and even then, I could not stand up!  But, the government's reaction to this change in this man, George, who could all of the sudden, move things with the energy in his hands, could heal, learn a foreign language in 20 minutes, feel the pain and sickness of others, cause, glass to break, win chess games, have tons of ideas, in all kinds of areas, feel earthquakes coming on, or invent things with solar panels, and plants, things that all the Ph.D's, at the most prestigious colleges and universities, had not yet thought of, this very simple and plain, man could do.

How many people do you know, that didn't do just one, huge ass things against the government, but rocked the whole fucking police and prosecutor world, going on to get federal fraud units fired, writing manuals, that changed the face of domestic violence and sexual assault, not only getting awards, but, now being used by the Department of Justice and adopted to human body trafficking, and being passed on to other countries, when the attorney, who applied for the grant, had never witnessed either domestic violence or sexual assault, nor had been a cop or prosecutors, and was scared shitless when her boss, told her to do something to the proposed block, on reporting laws, for domestic violence and physicians in the state, with a single letter, knocked the shit out of high paid lobbyist, not only ending the proposed legislation or the killing of legislation, but, putting the bill or whatever, on the consensus board, with no further debate.  And blah, blah, blah, the awards and honors are so numerous, I never even bothered to go to the awards ceremonies, and they became standard fare, of just doing my job, and nothing more.  

Next, on my menu of the one woman wrecking ball against the new Patriot Act world of local, state and federal cops, was stopping fraud units, going after doctors, later, going after financial planners, drug dealers, then civil rights, etc.  How many female attorneys, do you know, after a 10 year, no show, the door that allowed the FBI bitches to steal, all my work, cases, my son's music, etc., and do the work of a small 5 man, law firm, with cases in 5 states, and $700 million dollars, against the likes of states, counties, Department of Justice, Homeland Security, National Guard, Las Vegas Review Journal, going against Donald Trump's attorneys!  Come on . . . my first fucking case, was not, a dog bite case, but a fucking $357 million securities case, a specialty area of law, with attorneys, around the country being eaten alive by SEC government regulators and attorneys . . . and this little female attorney, turning the tables on the feds and kicking the living shit out of the government's attorneys, outside law firms and with my FIRST, court appearance, other than one, which I won, in a Utah district court, against a junk yard attorney, nobody could beat, but taking out a federal district judge, getting her disqualified, having to write a letter of admittance, that she didn't know jack shit, about the Utah Constitution!  Taking a case to the U.S. Supreme Court, without help, in less that two years, the average, 5 years, and the Supreme's, using my 4th amendment arguments, for their own rational!  Fuck, 6 months out of law school, I beat the largest law firm in Salt Lake City, Utah, with 87 attorneys at the time, on a patent case, with the attorney, I was working with, to pay for my taxes, curled up in the corner, thinking he was going to get disbarred, so I took over and wrote the winning briefs, taking highly technical audio speakers and equipment manuals, that was allegedly protected by a patent, another specialty area of law, that Sony stole, and beating the shit out of the firm, and saving the sanity of the attorney of 27 years!  NOT BAD!

TUMOR, PICK'S DISEASE, WE WANT TO STUDY YOUR BRAIN!

In the movie, Phenomena, at least the government, was forthcoming and out in the open, went after George Malley, unlike with me, either using Pick's Disease, as an excuse, or a tumor, to examine my brain.  In the movie, the feds, raid, George's home, and confiscate all his books, equipment, experiments . . . they totally stripped my house, down to the bone, not a crumb for a mouse, no tooth brush, the DAY BEFORE I AM TO ARGUE MY $357 MILLION SECURITIES CASE IN THE 10TH CIRCUIT COURT OF APPEALS!  Come on, this is a CHEAP SHIT TRICK, A DEAL BEFORE THE STEAL, giving all the credit to that bitch, FBI, hag, bald, bitch KAY fucking BRETT, pretending, she was ME!  GOOD GOD . . and NO BODY COULD MAKE A CONNECTION?  SHIT, STUPID, LAME, ASSES, FUCKING INSANE . . . that bitch, fucked up the one thing, I saw her do in court, SHE GOT FIRED BY GREG ERICKSON, right in court, during a TRIAL . . . I WROTE THE WINNING BRIEF, for the MOTION THAT HAG ASS LAZY BITCH who has had one sweet ride being me, as have 5 other FBI, CIA FUCKING CUNTS!  GOD!  TALK ABOUT LOSERS, FAKES, BULL SHITTERS, AND WITH THE GOVERNMENTS, SCARED ASSES, doing all to protect, coddle, lie, steal, chase and intimidate me to PROTECT THE FUCKING DIRTY ASS BITCHES AND BASTARDS!  I am so pissed, I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT, I UNDERSTAND THEIR PARANOIA, but this was really about, taking OUT THE GENIUS, AND REPLACING IT WITH GOVERNMENT ISSUE, or low grade government SHIT!

In the movie, the government, the FBI, their fucked up doctors, expect Travolta, playing the newly discovered genius, who has his friend, send a note to the military or someone, breaking a government top secret code . . . maybe like, me seeing right through, fucking BENGHAZI, the CIA, MITT ROMNEY, MORMON FUCKED UP CHURCH CONNECTIONS!  I can see the CIA secret wars, and how they funded all this shit with MY SON'S MUSIC MONEY, under the lies of who the musician is, and was, lying and saying that it was Shelley's bastard ass kid from FBI Brett, loser ASSHOLE, son insecure! who wanted what I was, what my kids were, what, my resume was . . . why, because the BITCH SQUAD IS FUCKING NOTHING COMPARED TO ME AND MINE! I remember, Brett, saying, your kids are an asset to you, before, I ever talked about it to him, or even said their names, staying away, hoping my DEATH, would not be worse, if I was CLOSE TO THEM!  Once I started practicing law again . . . they orchestrated, alienation of affection, taking houses, cars, trucks, money, clients, any means of staying CONNECTED, to make it look, AGAIN, like I just up and abandoned my kids . . . with fuckers, like Kay and Brett, Shelley all LOSER PARENTS, coming to the alleged rescue with my kids, NOT KNOWING THESE WERE THE SAME AGENTS OF SHIT, THAT WENT AFTER ELLIOT'S MUSIC, TANKED HIS TOUR, WHILE FACILITATING ISAAC STEALING THE MUSIC . . . BRETT IS TOO FUCKING INSECURE TO BE MARRIED TO PLAIN JANE KAY, he wanted the LEGEND, ME and all that went with ME, daughters in the military, math genius Chris, and all that my kids are and will be . . . when he would not even talk to his son on his BIRTHDAY!  THESE ARE ALL SHITTY PARENTS, REGRET THEIR LIVES, THEIR PARENTING, THEIR SELFISHNESS . . . so, they want to pretend that they are MY KIDS PARENTS, NOT BECAUSE THEY LOVE THEM, BUT BECAUSE EACH ONE OF THEM ARE WORTH A FUCKING FORTUNE!

OFFERS TO GO TO HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL FOR TESTS, FREE OF CHARGE, OR UCLA, TO DO CAT SCANS . . . SORRY NOT GOING TO BE A LAB RAT, GUINEA PIG FOR MY LAST TWO YEARS OF LIFE!

I remember, being taken to some, hospital, in St. George, and all these doctors and nurses, and them hooking up, colorful, probes, or connectors to my brain, and it reminded me of the night, back in 1991, when the, for lack of a better term, UFO, or extraterrestial episode, happened, with much the same, reaction to the lights in my brain!  Whatever, they did to me at the end of 1999, as general counsel, as I pushed around, 27 male cops or attorneys, FBI included, but, they fucked my brain.  Now, they want to study my brain, I always felt that, Brett was sent, or assigned to keep me down on the farm, out of town, and the eyes of the community of Logan, so they could either figure out if, I was getting better and going to be trouble to the government again . . . and fucking TROUBLE IS WAS THE SECOND I REACTIVATED MY LAW LICENSE, OCTOBER 1, 2009! to take the BROCK CASE!  Back in 2004 to 2006, Brett kept asking me, if I ever planned on writing a book, or practicing law, or doing my public speaking again?  At the time, I could imagine; however, as I healed, fuck, I could do anything and the GOVERNMENT COULD NOT BEAT ME!  There attorneys, their judges, their FBI, their bitch squad, were NO MATCH FOR ME, and they STILL ARE NOT!

In the movie, the doctors, working with the FBI, wanted, George, to offer his brain for science, to teach them, what happened, and what they could learn for that . . . he said NO, and I said NO!  Real cool, poison me, give all my honors, awards, credit for my FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE AND GIVE IT TO SIX FUCKING INFERIOR BITCHES, FUCK NO, FUCK YOU FOREVER!  I thought, it was wonderful what, George, Travolta said in the movie, that his journey was, just the human journey, that ANYONE COULD DO WHAT HE DID!  I don't know, that what happened to me that summer night in 1991, changed me at all, fuck, I was smarter than hell, way back . . . I was not a Rhode Scholar, nor a Valedictorian of my high school or college, but shit, I was honored humanities student, Outstanding English major, had I believe 4 scholarships, belonged to many national honor societies . . . NONE OF THE BITCH SQUAD DID JACK SHIT!  Fuck, I held down, 19 credit hours of English senior credits, with 4 young kids, worked cleaning a bank, jogged each morning, and pulled down, I believe a 4.0 GPA! while running the English, campus tutoring center in the dorms!  Come on, this is not your normal Joe Blow! not even close, nor has my short, law career been anything but, MIRACULOUS!

I Grew Up To Be A Genius!

I used to look at high school students and be impressed, then college, then law school, then attorneys, then professors, then, to members of the United States Supreme Court, and I believe, my brief, I wrote for the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, was the apex of, my realization, that, I was not normal!  Even in law school, which I breezed through, without a thought, with 4 kids, research assistant to three professors and a legal writing professor, dating two guys at the same time, doing house work at not just my school apartment, but, at my ex-husband's house too!  People in law school, used to say, that I entered law school with a gold star on my forehead, or could see that, I was special . . . I couldn't see it, but, law school was easy! and I don't think I tried, nor did I EVER think I would practice law, that Mormon mom thing, I had a dream, I did the dream!  LOL!  It was not the first day on my job, as an assistant attorney general, that, fucking EVERYONE saw me as the NEXT ATTORNEY GENERAL IN UTAH . . . the feds took care of that, poisoned me and put in their own guy, MARK SHITLESS! Mark was a dumb ass, I trained him, to take my place, as the attorney working with the DMV, and handling all DUI's in the state, with him running all over the state, while I was the arm chair attorney, running things from my seat in my office, all 270 cases, I handled, while I was, running my own anger management business, and speaking all over the fucking state and going federal, but I couldn't train anyone, to take my place or expand my business, INDLUDING, KAY BURNING ASS, WHO COULDN'T TEACH, NOR DO A PRESENTATION and be asked back, and I had too many, speaking engagements, including going national, starting with Oklahoma, where I spoke to 750 government employees at their statewide conference!

Nothing comes out, on this blog, or in my cases, that I didn't put in my brain, in the first place . . . how many fucking bloggers, that, are on every search engine, every .com, .net, .org. the top three to five hits, on god-damn every site from BMW sport cars, to Lowes! and in 5 or more, different, versions of my blogspot name, and that is not counting the dark web or the deep internet!  We are talking billions of hits, offered by Google, in every language, 193 of them, at any given time . . . now at a penny per hit, how much fucking money do you think this blog is worth?  I am not getting a fucking penny, because, this blog and my Google account was redirected in less than 9 fucking days after I started writing it!  In less than about three days, I hit, 1.5 million readers, in less than 35 seconds snap shot of the day, just that alone is fucking huge, I hit, 155 million, by the first 6 months, and that is for seconds, 54, X how many seconds in a hour, and how many hours in a day, and to quote the Trumpster, my blog, is FUCKING HUGE, HUGE!  I started out, having dreams, that I could not write a paragraph, I had nightmares on my first grammar class test, ask my ex how long that first paragraph took me to write . . . I sweat blood, to learn to write.  I am sure, that had I been paid for what I have EARNED, I would be RICHER THAT THE DONALD!  BILLIONAIRE EASY!  

Dream, Making Out With Baby Genius's Daddy!

Interesting dream last night . . . I had a dream, that the father of all four of my very beautiful, smart, sweet, balanced, talented, and future leaders, who are also, growing into their own GENIUS, just as slowly as their mother did, but, in my dream, Zeke as I called, Richard Clifton Secrist, came in a front room, looking much, like he did, as a younger man, dressed in a blue dress shirt and Levi's, and he sat down on the couch, and we started to make out, kissing and touching, very, after work type stuff.  And in the bedroom, I could hear my parents singing love songs to each other!  My interpretation . . . together we pulled of some, stunt, both professional schooling, careers, and four wonderful children, and rockin' contributions to our communities, states and nation! if not world, through, either ourselves, or our children!  I remember, a few years back, my father, saying, Jo, I always thought you would make a good professor . . . dad, did you know, that I taught at three universities?  I think, we as parents, children, assume that our loved ones, know us, or have bragging rights, as Greta used to say about her mother, and now her mother says it about her daughters and sons, but, I often wonder, how, could these fuckers, pull this off, over the eyes of my children? for a time, if not still, buy, or threaten, their secrecy, or loyalties?  The answer . . . perhaps, now that their mother, is, considered a low life, street urchin, rather than the hot shot attorney, professor, legislator, blogger extraordinaire, business owner, etc., member of the fucking U.S. Supreme Court bar, how could they, not know? or how could they be ashamed?  What would motivate them?  I know that their spouses were matched to them, and they infiltrated our family with the sole intent of fucking my relationship with my kids, but?

I know, that it is hard to always be on the outside, of a family unit . . . from the time, I got a divorce, I know, my choice to give custody to their father, doing so, without talking to them, may have escaped their understanding, and they felt, abandoned, although, always, WITH ME!  Perhaps, I should have talked to them more, once they became adults . . . I discussed cases, facts, clients, legal strategies, and even gave each one of them copies of my U.S. Supreme Court Certificate . . . sure, now, saying I am homeless, is hard, but the REASONS BEHIND IT, are fucking BRAGGING RIGHTS ON STEROIDS!  On the way to the Break, watching cops, stalk me on the way, I noticed a license plate, on a blue truck, I think, parked up, on the street leading to St. Patrick's Hospital, and it said, ALLONSY . . . signing to me, All On Secrist You, in my symbolic reading . . . FUCK YEAH!  The FBI, CIA, ATF, COPS, SHERIFFS, HIGHWAY PATROL, NSA, even Billings Public Library security guards, hospital security, EMTs, etc., all ON MY ASS!  Four years, of relentless, pursuit, at 365 days in a year, equals, an average of 1460 attempts either on my life, or to set me up, or to jail me, or put my in prison, or to poison me . . . It is a fucking miracle, that I am EVEN ALIVE!  

CHASED FOR BEING A CRIMINAL? OR A BAD ASS CONSTITUTIONAL LAW CHICK, WHO FORCED THE GOVERNMENT TO PLAY BY THE TERMS OF AGREEMENT IN THE U.S. CONSTITUTION?

FUCKING BRAGGING RIGHTS!

I saw this true crime episode, and this black serial killer, who murdered 11 woman, was on the run, for only two weeks, looking at, either life in prison or the death penalty, depending on the state he was from . . . he ran for two weeks, and basically gave up!  He said, being on the run is too hard!  Now, try it if you NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG?  I knew the shit heads were all after me, but, I still don't know what for, other than to KILL ME AND TAKE EVERYTHING THAT WAS, IS OR WILL BE MINE!  You see, I was a legend before, I left high school, I was in law school, was as an attorney before I got poisoned, and the government wanted to study my brain, I was legend, after I came back from a terminal brain disease, after I was told, that I would not live more than two years, never would work again, and there was not cure . . . what really happened, is exactly what happened in the movie, Phenomena . . . the government was, and still is afraid of me, afraid of my blog, afraid of my argumentation abilities, my legal skills, writing, communications . . . I AM A FUCKING PHENOMENA, and the worst thing, they did, was NOT KILL ME!

I Am, Still Alive, Still Alone, And Still UNBROKEN!  I AM A GOD-DAMNED LEGEND IN MY OWN TIME, A MIRACLE, AND ALL THE KING'S HORSES and All the KING'S MEN . . . Couldn't Take ME DOWN AGAIN!  WHAT IS NOT TO BE PROUD OF?