Last night was a nightmare. I couldn't sleep. The people in Oklahoma, the police, the ones who use telepathic energy or psychic energy to invade my mental space, my brain, would not stop tormenting me. They constantly judge every single thought. Every thought I have in my brain is judged, and ripped apart by quite a few them. For example, if I am trying to watch a show, and think in my head that someone reminds me of someone else they say, Oh she said that person is ugly or she is stupid. If I think of giving someone a hug for comfort, they say, look she thinks she is hugging so and so.They torment me by taking my negative and even input negative thoughts in my head. For example, I was washing my face and noticed I had more acne than usual. This made me think of a friend in Oklahoma that shared the same problem and they immediately made me feel bad about it. By stating, oh she thinks this person is ugly and then they will keep inputting the same thought in my head over and over. And I'm the type of person that never wants to hurt anyone's feelings. So this drives me crazy. They mentally torture me every way they can. I know this might be difficult to believe but, it's actually simple technology. If you can even call it technology. All it is is energy. I have been reading more about energy and how our body receives information. And if you think of our body as a car which runs on energy it's a little easier to understand. A thought is generated in your head before you actually think it. These people have been hogging all the energy from fossil fuels ( drilling oil) and the energy we generate from being their mindless soldiers. They directed this energy towards a central location, Oklahoma. What they built was a pyramid. A pyramid, a cone shaped wind tunnel, made of pure energy that is invisible to the naked eye. Ancient civilizations also built pyramids. These pyramids were made to be like a stairway to the heavens or galaxies. When I am in Oklahoma I can draw better, I can rap, I don't crave heroin. The atmosphere is different. We were meant to "reach for the stars." This statement is true because if all energy is neither created or destroyed then you can in all reality get in touch or tune with your "future self" or best yet your "inner self." It's not technically your future self, what it's is is all the energy that your person has or will put out in your lifetime. What they created was a gas station for energy! And they are the only ones who want to use it! It's so disgustingly ironic that it's the people that own the oil companies know this information. That's why president Bush started a war in Saudi Arabia when we were supposedly looking for Osama Bin Laden who was from Afghanistan. Did you know that the owner of the twin towers took out an insurance policy for 3.4 billion in case both towers collapsed right before 9/11?! He was only able to claim 2.2 billion! This is why we fight for oil, when we have more than enough! We also have more than enough ways to sustain ourselves without gasoline. They want us to keep flipping the bill so they can drill for oil and tap into all the energy left from fossil fuels. They are like drug addicts sypheming all our God given natural resources. And this energy can be used in multiple ways. They can use it telepathically. This is how phones and the internet operate! The best part of all this is energy is FREE! They have been double, tripping dipping! We all would have the capabilities to reach full and maximum potential if alllotted the same amount of energy! Not only do they hog all of our energy, they charge us for it too! I have to do some more research. All I known is that since I have been back from Oklahoma, my brain is operating at an all time high. I can even see different frequencies or vibrations. Remember, our brain only operates at 30%. This what not the way it was meant to. We can all tap into this energy if it wasn't stolen from us. They electric companies and the oil companies and the people in power who know this information should be paying us! And their bill is overdue! They have been stealing from us in every sense of the word!
While taking a walk to Dunkin' Donuts I was thinking about 9/11 and how we started a war over oil but, made it seem like it was to fight terrorism. I realized that it's very; very conceivable that 9/11 was indeed an inside job. Now keep in mind that these are just thoughts. Actually my thoughts are always a conversation with these people who use energy like I said to invade every single civil liberty I have. Not only do they listen to me, they have the audacity to talk back! They truly are criminals in every sense of word. Anyway, I was told not to write about the Bush family and my thoughts on 9/11 or how I feel it was a conspiracy. Can you imagine? I have the right to, not only, have an opinion under the US constitution but, I also have the right to voice my opinion verbally or via print. These are considered our basic rights. Freedom of speech an freedom of press! They are impeding my private space in any way that is considered torture. This isn't our constitution yet but, they are imposing on my right to a private thought! I am not sharing these thoughts with anyone except myself at first. I do come home, however and write anything I believe is important to share. As well as, to act as an insurance policy in case something happens to me or anyone I love! They are threatening me that they are powerful and can have me killed! They threaten everyday! I just want to get this on record so that if something should happen to me, it was someone who is extremely rich like the Bush's. Someone who is in the oil or energy industry or the US government. They are the same people who also had JFK assinated, Martin Luther King, and Malcolm X. They silence anyone who opposes racial or status division and seeks equality for all! I also want to mention again that I have two very important people in the Oklahoma prison system right now and they threaten their lives as well! Their names or Markus Marquee Shirley and Jermaine Keith Spencer.
Monday, January 9, 2017
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Any Fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It's takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction!
Was reading more of David Icke's work. He has written and speaks about how we are like little worker bees or robots submitting to the man or the big banks, the corporations, the so called Illuminati. The reptilian race. They think we are subservient to them. I think back a few weeks ago to my time in Oklahoma City and I remember being on the streets with many other people who unfortunately had no where to live. And how we all had to scatter when the police came around like hunger games when their police came around and they just gathered people to harass them and make examples of them. I am not lying, I will swear this in a court of law, I will swear this on God, on anything I love. It is the start of hell on earth! They have truly taken over the state! I have seen them first hand. I have seen their slitted eyes. I will submit to lie detectors. I will do anything I need to do in order to stop them. We need an immediate quarantine on this state! I'll share one story with you in particular of the police and how horrible they are. First I want to make sure that you understand that these "people" think they are superior. They use energy to essentially spin the world in the wrong direction. Once again our natural spirit, our natural way is to love and spread love, to grow. They keep us bogged down with debt, mortgages, disease, regular work, the regular boring mundane grind of everyday life. Our brains were meant to be used and explored at more than just the 30% we use. They know this. However, they don't want us to operate at our full potential. It would cause their hierarchy of power to crumble without question! This hell we are constantly in, working but not being able to keep up with monetary needs for ourselves or children. Even our basic needs of housing and shelter for most of us can't be met. It's almost impossible to get a minimum wage job and be able to afford rent, food, clothing, etc. for just one. Never mind if your a single parent or operating on a one income household! So this creates animosity and frustration. Everything we do puts out energy at different frequencies. Anger (which is fear, frustration, hate) is a moving energy. Just think for a second how there's a saying that it takes more energy to hate. That's why when you fight with someone your physical body feels it's affects. Or even when we worry, we are creating a heaviness on us. Making the statement I feel like I got the weight I felt the world on my shoulders true. These people use this energy telepathically to police our thoughts. Also using this two ways to cause actions by subliminal messages on frequencies that we cannot hear out right. Think of a dog whistle. Then they actually police our physical actions. Like arresting us for crimes. They do all of this to get the energy they need to sustain themselves and their way of living.
Back to my story. I was walking in OKC and I was just exhausted. I had no shoes on, I was hungry, and no one would help me. Keep in mind that the entire state is run and policed by reptilians. So either people were too scared to help me or they did not want to cause I was different. Anyway, my shoes were stolen by my so called friend that I had to pay to stay the night in his room. I woke up to no shoes and I had no where else to go. I walked as far as I could before I reached a cemetery. I decided to go in to get some relief from the torture around me and especially in my head. They do not stop talking to me telepathically. It's called psychic torture. The govermeant is actually in charge of a program called MK ultra which describes how it's done. Anyway, I saw a grave with my fathers name on it and I basically collapsed right there. I was in so much anguish and sheer torture that I started to scream in my head for the one person I loved that they locked up. I began to think of my father and how I desperately needed his help. It was like an out of body experience that I had right then and there. All of a sudden I channeled my dad. Channeling is when you are in so much mental or physical pain that it's like someone takes your physical body over to essentially hold you up otherwise your body or brain will just give out. It was the most surreal and extremely gratifying experience of my entire life. We were one person. And we were pure rage. Mentally, almost like a dream, we had just physically tortured two people. It was the two people that are constantly in my head. The two that think they are the head of this reptilian race. I don't remember the actual acts of the torture I just remember pulling thru and me and my dad were one. I was in pure ecstasy, I kept saying I just wanna stay this way forever. And my dad kept saying me too em. Don't leave me just stay this way forever. Fuck everyone else. It was a pure unadulterated love/evil. My voice was so different. I kept saying this feels so good. We tortured them. But it was there was two people inside of me. Me and my dad. And my body was being controlled by outside forces that are indescribable. It was the best experience I have ever felt in my entire life! It was like everything I had been thru, up until that point, was worth those 20 min of pure evil/joy! God was telling me that it was my body's/brains way of dealing with all the trauma I had faced. It was my body and brains way of dispensing justice without actually doing something horrible. Only someone who has faced extreme trauma will understands the true meaning of channeling. You are pure evil but it's directly from God. The only other example I can give of channeling is slaves. When they were transported by boat and beaten and tortured by men who thought they were better. This is why African and Native American dancing is so powerful. They are channeling spirits. It was a direct message to these reptialians who want to police us. They want to be able to arrest us for simply thinking a thought that breaks a law. God is saying you can't possibly do this. Our brain, our consciousness and our subconscious need outlets. We were made to process thru trauma. A lot of of it is done while in REM sleep. That is what dreams our for. After I composed myself and was no longer in this awake state of channeling, I began to walk out towards the street. I saw a police officer who had a car pulled over and my heart rate sped up. I froze in fear. I thought in my mind, you are going to get what you deserve one day for what you have done to me. Now keep in mind, I am not saying these thoughts out loud. But they use energy telepathically so they can hear every thought I have. The next thing I see is four cop cars surround me. Each officer gets out of the car and they form a semi circle around me. I'm scared to death. They ask what I am doing. I politely say walking to a friends house. They laugh. They said your walking to a friends house with no shoes? I say yea, I locked myself out of my friends house instead of explaining the entire story. I ask if they could give me a ride possibly to the nearest pay phone or store. We arent going to take you anywhere except the crisis center, was the answer I got with a smirk. At this point I know what they will do if they to take me to the hospital. They torture me. I say I am fine. I try to block out any negatives thoughts, it just makes them madder. They thrive off my fear. They interrogate me some more about exactly where I am going an tell me they know I don't have any friends there to call or that will offer me any help. It's amusing to them. They tell me to be on my way. I start to walk on the grass because there's no sidewalks. In Oklahoma they have these little weed things that grow from grass. They are called stickers and they are like a ball of rose thorns that feel like you are stepping on a syringe! The pain is excruciating to put all of your weight barefoot on them. I proceed to avoid walking on them. I step down into the road to walk inside the white line that is used for cyclists or if you break down. One cop shouted out, "take one more step or I will arrest you!" At this point I had all I could handle and I said for what! He stuttered for a second while he thought of a bullshit charge before he said "impeding traffic!" I stopped. He told me if I take one more step in the road he would take me to jail. The three other officers just smirked. I got up on the grass and was forced to walk over these thorns. I got this feeling, this time more like a dejavu, rather than out of body experience. It was the thought of Jesus when he was bearing the cross while they whipped him and forced him to walk. This thought coupled with the unbearable physical pain on my feet caused me to collapse in sorrow and understanding. I started to cry. I told the man I was just gonna sit right there an wait for a ride. They had no other choice but to leave at that point. They had no reason to arrest me or take me to the hospital. It's not illegal to have no shoes and walk. I promise you this story is very true. I was walking on McCarthur and 63rd st. Im sure there is dash cams from their cars or google earth satellite that will show four police officers surrounding me and what happened! A normal police officer someone who upholds his badge to serve and protect would have probably stopped and asked do you need help miss? Can I let use my phone or can I be of some actual assistance? Isn't that what they are for? Not in Oklahoma. I need someone who is knowledgeable in any of the subject matter that I speak of. Someone more versed in reptilians, science, big brother, government programs, the law, etc. I need someone to check or request to check this footage. Someone to ask why I was arrested 8 separate times for trespassing at public places. I was also jailed for 8 days on a non jailable offense on a separate occasion. Two male guards beat me and peppered balled me in a cell while naked a few days before this. They have cameras in Oklahoma county jail. They must have footage of this happening! Please believe me before it's you or one of your children that they are policing! Before they think they can go around and herd us like cattle and beat us to make an example out of us. They are trying to send a message of who they think is in charge! I'm hear to tell them we live in Gods house, not theirs!
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Woke up this morning to them saying "no ones going to tell her " and laughing. I immediately asked what and they said there was a fight at mac alto prison and Markus Shirley died. I felt this sick feeling like my whole world would end right there. Like how could God have led me down this road only to take the man I love from me. So despite my sudden urge to vomit, I called mac alto prison and asked if they had lost any inmates due to a fight last night and they said no ma'am. The voices in my head which are he Oklahoma City police dept, proceeded to tell me that were evil! That's what you get for writing about us! They said someone called them in regards to my post and they were furious, I just want to get on record in case anything happens to my family while they are in jail out in Oklahoma. Their names are Markus Markee Shirley 235391 and Jermaine Keith Spencer one is in Mac Alto, Stringtown, OK min prison, the other in the worst hell of all Oklahoma County Jail. That is where they shit me twice with a pepper ball gun while naked after being beaten by them. Both the men I love where set up. It's funny, they both knew that the police were using me as a comedy snort of snuff horror film and they both still loved me and now look at them. Jermaine especially was set up. He was given free drugs, a free pass for arrests, and money to hang with me 24-7 while they set up little skits for their entertainment. I remember walking with Jermaine one time and he said you have to stop talking bad about the police. And this was when I was a mess trying to figure out why in the world these people would accost me 3 or 4 times a day or why I would have thoughts if him pushing my face into concrete, and be so scared but have the police come and laugh and threaten me? I couldn't for th life of me gather what was going on! Looking back I cannot believe I made it thru all I made it thru. Know they are saying stop writing and we'll give you money! I said send a check and we will talk. And I hear see she said send a check that's all she cares about! Hell yea that's what I care about! That fucking check is proof to my fucking family who thinks I'm fucking crazy now, my father who looks at his baby girl like Oklahoma was the worst thing he could have ever done not knowing or believing me when I tell him, dad I'm gonna tell the world my story. I'm going to make sure they don't make it exactly how they want it where they use this psychic energy to arrest us for a thought in our head before we even make the action! So from now on I'll write everyday until someone believes me or does something about this to help me! But again I want to make it more than clear that this is all in file in case they do try to hurt the two people who mean the most to me! Markus Marquee Shirley and Jermaine Spencer. And Jermaine called me yesterday saying he couldn't get his asthma inhaler so I would like that given back first please. Thank you
...while I was making my coffee I was still upset about the whole Markus dying fiasco and I made my sentiments clear with them. It dawned on me that the people I am speaking to telepathically have a gift, either by science or all natural, to be able to communicate with one another in such a personal level. I explained to them that this gift is so special and I feel like the reason I am here is to show the world that we shouldn't be scared of such a precious ability. If on some level we can communicate to our loved ones and provide inspiration or help when needed, what a better world this would be. If only used to spread love and not hate. And I know in my heart that majority of them agree and believe that wholeheartedly. But when someone or something is different to us, or alien to us, we as people tend to get scared. We are creatures of habit and change is scary. I wanted to write this passage cause they did apologize. Whether it be scared of the consequences or they too are realizing how special they are. I hope we continue to have a better meeting of our minds, no pun intended and can find a way to make a beautiful existence for everyone. The defintion of a terrorist is anyone who believes in freedom and opposes the rule of the few over the many. How amassing would it be if we lived in a world where there was no few. No small group or person that felt left out or discrimated against cause of their status, race, ethnicity, or any other difference. I know we will get there or I will at least spend my life trying.
I was reading David Icke's work "Children of the Matrix" which speaks about the heirarchy within the 13 royal families and the bloodline of the reptilian race. He outlined a pyramid of power and greed that they have control over. He speaks of how they use labels and divide to keep us like mindless robots going about our normal life. Always trying to keep us keeping up with the Jones' and never fulfilling our God given right to tap into our innermost true self and set our mind free. Anyway, while looking at this pyramid of banks, corporations, drug companies, media, politics, etc. I thought of what the illuminati truly means. If you think of the word illuminate it means to brighten. If you turn that pyramid upside down you can picture a diamond. And, at least every woman knows, that when a diamond is set the bottom is not fully covered. It is set with prongs so that when light, especially sunlight hits it, it will shine. So to truly illuminate is to bring hope and brightness to an otherwise dull or bleak existence or situation. You can correlate this to your own life or to their pyramid of hate, power, and greed. If the top of the pyramid is closed or capped the light won't shine in. That's why I felt you think if a dollar bill, there is an opening at the top of the structure. It's a beautiful representation of the way money can be the root of all evil if you let it dictate your world. So next time you pick up a dollar and see that pyramid think of the wealth you were really meant to earn and give away. The free things in life like, love, kindness, respect, honor. That is the type of wealth I want to accumulate. That is truly charity. It's a beautiful irony, a paradox of sorts. Invest in yourselves freely with love and the return you will get back is priceless!
...while I was making my coffee I was still upset about the whole Markus dying fiasco and I made my sentiments clear with them. It dawned on me that the people I am speaking to telepathically have a gift, either by science or all natural, to be able to communicate with one another in such a personal level. I explained to them that this gift is so special and I feel like the reason I am here is to show the world that we shouldn't be scared of such a precious ability. If on some level we can communicate to our loved ones and provide inspiration or help when needed, what a better world this would be. If only used to spread love and not hate. And I know in my heart that majority of them agree and believe that wholeheartedly. But when someone or something is different to us, or alien to us, we as people tend to get scared. We are creatures of habit and change is scary. I wanted to write this passage cause they did apologize. Whether it be scared of the consequences or they too are realizing how special they are. I hope we continue to have a better meeting of our minds, no pun intended and can find a way to make a beautiful existence for everyone. The defintion of a terrorist is anyone who believes in freedom and opposes the rule of the few over the many. How amassing would it be if we lived in a world where there was no few. No small group or person that felt left out or discrimated against cause of their status, race, ethnicity, or any other difference. I know we will get there or I will at least spend my life trying.
I was reading David Icke's work "Children of the Matrix" which speaks about the heirarchy within the 13 royal families and the bloodline of the reptilian race. He outlined a pyramid of power and greed that they have control over. He speaks of how they use labels and divide to keep us like mindless robots going about our normal life. Always trying to keep us keeping up with the Jones' and never fulfilling our God given right to tap into our innermost true self and set our mind free. Anyway, while looking at this pyramid of banks, corporations, drug companies, media, politics, etc. I thought of what the illuminati truly means. If you think of the word illuminate it means to brighten. If you turn that pyramid upside down you can picture a diamond. And, at least every woman knows, that when a diamond is set the bottom is not fully covered. It is set with prongs so that when light, especially sunlight hits it, it will shine. So to truly illuminate is to bring hope and brightness to an otherwise dull or bleak existence or situation. You can correlate this to your own life or to their pyramid of hate, power, and greed. If the top of the pyramid is closed or capped the light won't shine in. That's why I felt you think if a dollar bill, there is an opening at the top of the structure. It's a beautiful representation of the way money can be the root of all evil if you let it dictate your world. So next time you pick up a dollar and see that pyramid think of the wealth you were really meant to earn and give away. The free things in life like, love, kindness, respect, honor. That is the type of wealth I want to accumulate. That is truly charity. It's a beautiful irony, a paradox of sorts. Invest in yourselves freely with love and the return you will get back is priceless!
Friday, January 6, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
I'm just going to jump right in and tell you all exactly what happened to me and what is wrong with the world we live in today. I was tortured by the rich 1% , essentially the U.S. government. The same people that control the oil, media, the pharmaceutical companies and that ones that want to also control the entertainment industry. They would say they are Evil reptilian aliens. I know this part sounds crazy but they did take over Oklahoma. It's no coincidence that an Oklahoma rehab in Cushing, OK just happened to pop up on my fathers Massachusetts browser. Cushing has the United States largest oil reserve and surplus. These people are the ones that flood the streets with drugs, hoping to spread addiction. They keep control of the media by keeping us divided with racism and hate. They are the ones who purposely spread disease with artificial junk and hormones in our food. They want us to stay divided because one, it's easier to control us when we are divided making us incapable of uniting for the greater good. Two, they also profit of our hate energy. I am going to explain it the best way I can. Everything that is living is made up of matter and energy. Energy can be used in many amazing ways. God created this world. At first start he created dinosaurs and prehistoric plants before there was actual human form. He did this on purpose so that when the planet was frozen those living things would be encompassed in our earths crust for us to gather energy from.
These people realize that they could tap into this energy by drilling for oil and that coupled with the energy we put out as their slaves, they are able to keep control of us and also remain in power. They make black holes with this energy. They are able do this because the only thing that travels faster than the speed of light is energy. They found a way to direct energy like the wind, and combined with energy they get from fossil fuels, oil, they can essentially create a worm hole or black hole which they then can use to rejuvenate or shape shift. They can also use this energy as a telepathic energy in order to read and enter our minds. It I started called psychic energy and when's people use it to enter your private head space and torment you it I say called psychic torture. It I started the worst form of torture known to man aside from physical abuse which they also put me thru. They are not from outer space. They are the wealthy who want to control the world. They want to make it so they can arrest you for a thought and not an action. They have used hate energy for so long that they have gone against the natural way of the world which is love and growth. Which is why they only use the reptilian part of their brains. It's the basic flight or flight section or the most primal part of the human brain. They are the epitome of a hypocrite! They basically acted like a drug addict by syphoning all our natural energy that God left for us, by drilling for oil, creating chaos and divide in the world so that we would run on anger, shame, guilt and hate. But they ae the ones who need are energy to keep going. Their hearts and are cold and they truly are evil and they plan in taking over. Oklahoma is no longer a free state under the United States. I even called 911 and the operator thing up in me! The police would approach me 3 or 4 times a day and threaten to take me to jail or the hospital.
What they did in Oklahoma was create a "pyramid" shape of mass of energy. And with this energy they can use it to get inside the minds of everyone. They also used a technology called Xavier which is a thought to text technology. They say it was originally created so that people with mental or physical impairments could express themselves via text. Just like talk to text. They have invaded every civil liberty under the sun. My mind is no longer my mind. The police can hear everything I say and I was tortured by them. It's a matter of frequencies and energy. I believe I can be heard thru cb radios. I only am given the information that I gather on my own so please if someone is more versed in this sort of science and or technology and mass infiltration of big brother on us could you please help me? Below is a list of how they tried to devastate me.
1. Everywhere I went they would laugh at me and they would know what I was thinking. I was tortured for simple observation. For example if I saw a larger woman or man, I heard in my head, you think she is ugly. How can you say she is ugly? Like a sarcasm to torture me with every thought I hadn't in my head.
2. I was arrested 8 times for being in public areas such as gas stations or at restaurants. They arrested me for trespassing. The police would always come around when I started realizing that if some how what I thought was true and they were using technology to torture
me, the name I would start saying everything I thought out loud and make sure I repeated what they said as well out loud almost like my own court reporter.
3. I was not welcome at any establishments. I was told to leave everywhere I frequented. But when I tried to leave the actual state they would make it impossible. For example I was told that greyhound bus lines was privately owned and I was threatened to be remove during by the police cause I did not have the ticket number for the ticket my dad purchase do for me online.
4. I would have imagines of my boyfriend smashing my head into the corner of a brick wall or of something horrible physical happen to me. My fear alone would make my heart speed up to inhuman levels. I would nevertheless normally think he's entitled thoughts on my own and when I would try to get help or ask for a phone to call home, everyone would threaten to call the police and they would say our phone doesn't dial out but we can call the police on you.
5. The police would tell me I was high which I was not and they would bring me to the hospital and they would strap me down to the bed with extreme force and they would all poke me with a large syringe trying to insert an if which was not needed in any way. If they believed I was under the influence of just drugs why would they need to take blood? One time they took me to the hospital three tims in one week. Why not just take me to their drunk "tank" or jail? Why take me to the hospital and "torture" me? They also would put something on my genital area and they would say telepathically that they were making sure I couldn't have kids. I would be so scared that I would beg them to just let me go home to Massachusetts or to just kill me and all they would do is laugh. When I couldn't take the torture anymore and I would fight, they would knock me out with some sort of medication. When I would awake I would feel weird in my genital area.
6. I was beaten in custody and held for three days with no water in my cell. I had to drink out of the toilet. They also arrested me once and held me for 8 days on a non jailable offense! On a ticket! The last time they shot me with a laser pepper spray gun twice. I was naked in my cell and I was huddled in the corner begging for the money to just not hurt me and two male guards were at the door ready to shut it when I was hit twice with a gun that burnt so bad I felt like I was in hell.
7. My body was rotting. I had ants entering thru my toes that looked like they were decaying.
All of this is extremely real an scary. If you know anything about science, are a human rights lawyer, or understand how our government is really trying to do this to us, could you please help me! You can see by just how many times they would run my name daily that they tortured me. You can ask for arrest records, dash cams, hospital and jail footage, and possibly satellite cameras. I cannot do this on my own. I need some help. The only solace I have had is that throughout my struggle I found God thru music. And the music of Kevin Gates explains my journey thru hell. I have composed a paper of how Kevin's Gates music directly related to my life in OKC. It's written as a letter to my best friend Jermaine. Please read and direct any question so or comments to me.
These people realize that they could tap into this energy by drilling for oil and that coupled with the energy we put out as their slaves, they are able to keep control of us and also remain in power. They make black holes with this energy. They are able do this because the only thing that travels faster than the speed of light is energy. They found a way to direct energy like the wind, and combined with energy they get from fossil fuels, oil, they can essentially create a worm hole or black hole which they then can use to rejuvenate or shape shift. They can also use this energy as a telepathic energy in order to read and enter our minds. It I started called psychic energy and when's people use it to enter your private head space and torment you it I say called psychic torture. It I started the worst form of torture known to man aside from physical abuse which they also put me thru. They are not from outer space. They are the wealthy who want to control the world. They want to make it so they can arrest you for a thought and not an action. They have used hate energy for so long that they have gone against the natural way of the world which is love and growth. Which is why they only use the reptilian part of their brains. It's the basic flight or flight section or the most primal part of the human brain. They are the epitome of a hypocrite! They basically acted like a drug addict by syphoning all our natural energy that God left for us, by drilling for oil, creating chaos and divide in the world so that we would run on anger, shame, guilt and hate. But they ae the ones who need are energy to keep going. Their hearts and are cold and they truly are evil and they plan in taking over. Oklahoma is no longer a free state under the United States. I even called 911 and the operator thing up in me! The police would approach me 3 or 4 times a day and threaten to take me to jail or the hospital.
What they did in Oklahoma was create a "pyramid" shape of mass of energy. And with this energy they can use it to get inside the minds of everyone. They also used a technology called Xavier which is a thought to text technology. They say it was originally created so that people with mental or physical impairments could express themselves via text. Just like talk to text. They have invaded every civil liberty under the sun. My mind is no longer my mind. The police can hear everything I say and I was tortured by them. It's a matter of frequencies and energy. I believe I can be heard thru cb radios. I only am given the information that I gather on my own so please if someone is more versed in this sort of science and or technology and mass infiltration of big brother on us could you please help me? Below is a list of how they tried to devastate me.
1. Everywhere I went they would laugh at me and they would know what I was thinking. I was tortured for simple observation. For example if I saw a larger woman or man, I heard in my head, you think she is ugly. How can you say she is ugly? Like a sarcasm to torture me with every thought I hadn't in my head.
2. I was arrested 8 times for being in public areas such as gas stations or at restaurants. They arrested me for trespassing. The police would always come around when I started realizing that if some how what I thought was true and they were using technology to torture
me, the name I would start saying everything I thought out loud and make sure I repeated what they said as well out loud almost like my own court reporter.
3. I was not welcome at any establishments. I was told to leave everywhere I frequented. But when I tried to leave the actual state they would make it impossible. For example I was told that greyhound bus lines was privately owned and I was threatened to be remove during by the police cause I did not have the ticket number for the ticket my dad purchase do for me online.
4. I would have imagines of my boyfriend smashing my head into the corner of a brick wall or of something horrible physical happen to me. My fear alone would make my heart speed up to inhuman levels. I would nevertheless normally think he's entitled thoughts on my own and when I would try to get help or ask for a phone to call home, everyone would threaten to call the police and they would say our phone doesn't dial out but we can call the police on you.
5. The police would tell me I was high which I was not and they would bring me to the hospital and they would strap me down to the bed with extreme force and they would all poke me with a large syringe trying to insert an if which was not needed in any way. If they believed I was under the influence of just drugs why would they need to take blood? One time they took me to the hospital three tims in one week. Why not just take me to their drunk "tank" or jail? Why take me to the hospital and "torture" me? They also would put something on my genital area and they would say telepathically that they were making sure I couldn't have kids. I would be so scared that I would beg them to just let me go home to Massachusetts or to just kill me and all they would do is laugh. When I couldn't take the torture anymore and I would fight, they would knock me out with some sort of medication. When I would awake I would feel weird in my genital area.
6. I was beaten in custody and held for three days with no water in my cell. I had to drink out of the toilet. They also arrested me once and held me for 8 days on a non jailable offense! On a ticket! The last time they shot me with a laser pepper spray gun twice. I was naked in my cell and I was huddled in the corner begging for the money to just not hurt me and two male guards were at the door ready to shut it when I was hit twice with a gun that burnt so bad I felt like I was in hell.
7. My body was rotting. I had ants entering thru my toes that looked like they were decaying.
All of this is extremely real an scary. If you know anything about science, are a human rights lawyer, or understand how our government is really trying to do this to us, could you please help me! You can see by just how many times they would run my name daily that they tortured me. You can ask for arrest records, dash cams, hospital and jail footage, and possibly satellite cameras. I cannot do this on my own. I need some help. The only solace I have had is that throughout my struggle I found God thru music. And the music of Kevin Gates explains my journey thru hell. I have composed a paper of how Kevin's Gates music directly related to my life in OKC. It's written as a letter to my best friend Jermaine. Please read and direct any question so or comments to me.
This is my first blog post and forgive me if my story seems confusing or hard to follow. If you have any questions or want to speak to me privately feel free to email me at kingandixiii@gmail.com. I wanna tell you a personal account of the time I spent in Oklahoma City from 2015 to 2016. First I want to start by saying, my name is Emily and I am an addict. I first started experimenting with drugs at 12 and by the time I was 19 was I was using heroin. I started with OxyContin pain pills at 16. Throughout this blog I am going to raise some questions that I would like the answers to. Just like a lot of other people do, but who do we ask? Who do we fault? I am the first one to take responsibility for my actions, however there are outside influences that were outside of my control that also affected my situation. For instance, how could such a powerful pain killer be released so freely into the black market? My only conclusion is that it was well planned by the pharmaceutical companies. The same 1% of the world that controls these companies along with the media, the government, the oil industry and any other industry that promotes division. I say division cause these politically connected companies want to keep control of all the power financially and scientifically. It makes sense for them to keep the rest of us enslaved. Just on a financial standpoint, they want us to become a slave to addiction alone. They are fully aware of the money they will make with all the different treatment like methodone, suboxone, etc., and facilities alone. Not to mention the money us "criminals" or drug abusers will spend on court costs, probation, and jail. All these "solutions" to solve our addiction are really just more ways to keep us down and out. How likely is it for me to number one; beat my addiction, number two: actually make something of my life after being labeled a drug abuser/offender on and off paper. Don't get me wrong it can be done! My goal is to make it easier for everyone who's ever struggled to come up and to do so with pride. These stereotypes and labels are thrown around to keep us shameful and loaded with guilt. Cause with addiction comes crime and with crime comes guilt and shame. No addict wants to steal or hurt their families or "choose" drugs over the people they
love. They especially don't want to hurt themselves, the people they were truly meant to be. The person who their heart reflects.
Back to my story. Because of my addiction my father desperately wanted me to get clean. He was also plagued with addiction as well in my younger years. One day he offered for me to go to a 30 day treatment facility. This was a far cry from what I was normally used to. I typically went to state funded programs. He told me that it was his only wish for me to get better and that he had found a place in Cushing, Oklahoma. My first thought was why Oklahoma and could we afford it? It turns out he had already called and set up a payment plan. All I had to do was agree to go and get on the plane that Thursday. I agreed.
The facility was beautiful and despite the twelve days of no sleep and rough detox I actually love it and for once in my life wanted to stay clean. I had also met a man Bobby who worked for oil while I was in treatment. I decided to stay in Oklahoma cause of this man and that's when my nightmare began. We had rented a nice house in The Village in OKC and everything appeared picture perfect except the fact that he didn't stop drinking and he beat me daily. I put up with it for as long as I could handle until it got so bad one night I had called my father and told him the truth. He was so worried he had actually called the village police department. They had showed up at my house and asked to speak to us separately. I had finally worked up the courage to tell them exactly what was happening. This took a lot out of me cause I was essentially all alone in a new city. We only had his car, I had no friends, and no family close by. I had shown the officer all my bruises and she had told me that they were a couple days too old to press charges. I was shocked. Obviously what he had done that night did not bruise yet. They spoke to him and came up to the back of the car I was in when they proceeded to ask me to pull up my sleeves! I knew right away what was going on. He had told them that I was just some heroin addict and they had the audacity to hold that against me even though I had not used in months! For me that was a miracle alone seeing as I could not gather five minutes clean in the 13 years prior. I immediately told them to leave and realized then that they were
not in any way shape or form out to protect me. If I only knew then what I knew now, everything would have been a lot more clear.
I had finally gathered enough strength to leave Bobby and stay in he city by myself. I could not
afford my home any longer. I was lucky enough to have my father help me as much as he could
financially and I ended up living in motels for a while. I was actively searching for a job but it seemed impossible and I could not fathom why seeing as I have a pretty impressive professional resume. I graduate with honors, dean's list, with a 3.9 GPA when I earned my associates degree. I was given a full scholarship cause of my academic standing to Suffolk University, a privately owned college in Boston, MA. Unfortunately Suffolk was located in the heart of Boston and only had limited housing for its students. My scholarship completely covered the tuition of 32,000 a year but, was not enough for off campus living. I actually went as far as finding my own apartment right near Fenway. The rent was $1,000 a month just for my own room in a four bedroom flat. My family was not capable of paying anywhere close to that amount. They had mad early it clear that were not able to help out in any way and I thought maybe at first I could hack it but, I was also on methodone at the time and in the end I got scared and backed out of the lease and decided to not attend Suffolk. Looking back it was the one decision in my life that I can say was the biggest mistake of my life. Anyway, I found it odd that no one even called me back for an interview. Even though I was truly trying to better my life, for the first time in my life I was free and enjoying not being a slave to heroin. I felt like I had wasted so much of my life back in Massachusetts just existing not living because of my addiction. I met some people that were also living in motels and i ended up experiementing with meth. Meth was really popular in Oklahoma and even though I hated uppers, like coke that made you speed up, I was just happy to have fun, fit in, and be able to use something I was not a physical or mental slave to. During this time I ended up meeting my current boyfriend. Eventually my father stopped flipping the bill for me to live and we ended up on the streets for a while. That's when shit really started to go wrong and weird. This is the part of the story where I almost lost my mind, my life, and my faith.
love. They especially don't want to hurt themselves, the people they were truly meant to be. The person who their heart reflects.
Back to my story. Because of my addiction my father desperately wanted me to get clean. He was also plagued with addiction as well in my younger years. One day he offered for me to go to a 30 day treatment facility. This was a far cry from what I was normally used to. I typically went to state funded programs. He told me that it was his only wish for me to get better and that he had found a place in Cushing, Oklahoma. My first thought was why Oklahoma and could we afford it? It turns out he had already called and set up a payment plan. All I had to do was agree to go and get on the plane that Thursday. I agreed.
The facility was beautiful and despite the twelve days of no sleep and rough detox I actually love it and for once in my life wanted to stay clean. I had also met a man Bobby who worked for oil while I was in treatment. I decided to stay in Oklahoma cause of this man and that's when my nightmare began. We had rented a nice house in The Village in OKC and everything appeared picture perfect except the fact that he didn't stop drinking and he beat me daily. I put up with it for as long as I could handle until it got so bad one night I had called my father and told him the truth. He was so worried he had actually called the village police department. They had showed up at my house and asked to speak to us separately. I had finally worked up the courage to tell them exactly what was happening. This took a lot out of me cause I was essentially all alone in a new city. We only had his car, I had no friends, and no family close by. I had shown the officer all my bruises and she had told me that they were a couple days too old to press charges. I was shocked. Obviously what he had done that night did not bruise yet. They spoke to him and came up to the back of the car I was in when they proceeded to ask me to pull up my sleeves! I knew right away what was going on. He had told them that I was just some heroin addict and they had the audacity to hold that against me even though I had not used in months! For me that was a miracle alone seeing as I could not gather five minutes clean in the 13 years prior. I immediately told them to leave and realized then that they were
not in any way shape or form out to protect me. If I only knew then what I knew now, everything would have been a lot more clear.
I had finally gathered enough strength to leave Bobby and stay in he city by myself. I could not
afford my home any longer. I was lucky enough to have my father help me as much as he could
financially and I ended up living in motels for a while. I was actively searching for a job but it seemed impossible and I could not fathom why seeing as I have a pretty impressive professional resume. I graduate with honors, dean's list, with a 3.9 GPA when I earned my associates degree. I was given a full scholarship cause of my academic standing to Suffolk University, a privately owned college in Boston, MA. Unfortunately Suffolk was located in the heart of Boston and only had limited housing for its students. My scholarship completely covered the tuition of 32,000 a year but, was not enough for off campus living. I actually went as far as finding my own apartment right near Fenway. The rent was $1,000 a month just for my own room in a four bedroom flat. My family was not capable of paying anywhere close to that amount. They had mad early it clear that were not able to help out in any way and I thought maybe at first I could hack it but, I was also on methodone at the time and in the end I got scared and backed out of the lease and decided to not attend Suffolk. Looking back it was the one decision in my life that I can say was the biggest mistake of my life. Anyway, I found it odd that no one even called me back for an interview. Even though I was truly trying to better my life, for the first time in my life I was free and enjoying not being a slave to heroin. I felt like I had wasted so much of my life back in Massachusetts just existing not living because of my addiction. I met some people that were also living in motels and i ended up experiementing with meth. Meth was really popular in Oklahoma and even though I hated uppers, like coke that made you speed up, I was just happy to have fun, fit in, and be able to use something I was not a physical or mental slave to. During this time I ended up meeting my current boyfriend. Eventually my father stopped flipping the bill for me to live and we ended up on the streets for a while. That's when shit really started to go wrong and weird. This is the part of the story where I almost lost my mind, my life, and my faith.
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