November 4, 2019
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING HAS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
Apparently, I must write this information, again. I’ve already written it and spoken about it many times. Brianna called me at my employment at the time, at Disney, how she got connected to me, I have no idea. Either she knew my stage name at Disney, or she got connected to me, either way, she threatened me at my employment, by calling me on the phone at Disney, pretending to want to make a reservation during the Disney marathon, and that is in – January.
When was my car accident again? January 2013.
Her phone call was so upsetting because I truthfully, at the time, had no idea why she would be calling me or speaking to me in such a way and manner. I said good-bye to David in 2001, and I meant it. Her phone call was so upsetting, I emailed all the information about the call to my supervisor and manager at the time. So, that is still – traceable. No matter how many times a company deletes information, they can still get to it, and there are laws about – destroying evidence.
I never messaged David on Facebook, until after he and Brianna had broken up. Because I wouldn’t do that to David.
At the time, I had felt bad about how we had parted, no longer as friends. I wanted to tell him, I had loved him, then. I no longer, feel this way. That’s the truth. I no longer feel this way about David. Have you figured out why?
No, I am not a danger to myself, you people are.
Not one of you, and that includes this FBI man, have ever protected me. Not ever. And this FBI man, looks to me, like he was chosen, specifically because of his Russian, and all my adult life because that is how long I have known him, he has never protected me. Not once.
It is an especially, serious mistake, as I’ve seen him in the building, at the call center, in Tampa. To not be seen as my protector? It would take me forever to write and explain, fastest way to write it is, a ripple effect. The ripple effect it causes to not be seen – OH, MY FUCKING GOD – especially, in intelligence like the FBI, as my protector?! Are you fucking kidding me?!
I have doubts as to how my left arm was actually broken, I no longer believe the car crash was to blame. I believe they had me pass out after he purposefully hit me, caused a break in my arm, and then had me awaken. And, you had a real police officer, cover up the crime scene.
They probably didn’t think I would go in an ambulance. The proof is when I was waiting on a gurney in the Emergency room in Brandon hospital, and a Hispanic looking male, getting eyes on me when I was waiting to be seen by a doctor, and he FREAKED OUT!
His reaction, OH MY GOD, IT’S CHERITH!
He freaked out. I can’t write how upset he looked, and he was not trying to show emotion. He freaked out.
Worse still, you’ve had all this information about Brianna, about my car accident, and WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ABOUT IT?! YOU’VE GIVEN BRIANNA POWER AND CONTROL OVER ME TO NO LONGER BEING ABLE – TO BE OUTSIDE!
TO BE OUTSIDE IN ANY WAY! LET ALONE, I AM REALLY NO LONGER ALLOWED TO GO RUNNING OUTSIDE?!
SO, I WILL WARN YOU AGAIN! THIS HOUSE IS NOT A SAFE HOUSE! THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS NOT A SAFE HOUSE!
I WANT A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST BRIANNA FROM BEING ANYWHERE CLOSE TO ME! AND HER FRIENDS AND AQUAINTANCES! THEY ARE ALL A THREAT!
I HAVE WRITTEN, AND WRITTEN, AND WARNED PEOPLE – FOR YEARS!
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
IF NO ONE WITHIN THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, WITHIN ANY US INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES IS WILLING TO PROTECT ME – I WON’T DO IT – ANYMORE!
I WILL HAVE NO OTHER OPTION OTHER THAN SELF-DEFENSE – IN ADVANCE, AGAIN!
I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING, THAT IS WHAT THE FUCK YOU HAVE SHOWN THE FUCKING WORLD, NOT A GODDAMN ONE OF YOU ARE WILLING TO PROTECT THE HOMELAND, PROTECT CHERITH?!
AND FOR FUCKS SAKES! YOU’VE MADE THE MISTAKE – AGAIN!
THEY KILLED MY MOTHER BECAUSE – I QUIT AT THE CONTAINER STORE!
YOU CANNOT REPLACE MY REAL FATHER – WITH MY BROTHER! YOU DUMB PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO GET OTHER PEOPLE KILLED – JUST BY DOING SO!
AND, I AM OUT OF MY MIND UPSET ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE MY REAL FATHER – LOOKS!
AND GUESS WHAT ELSE, THURSDAY, MY CAT THURSDAY, LOVED MY FATHER! THURSDAY WAS ALWAYS IN THE GARAGE WITH MY FATHER, WATCHING TELEVISION, SITTING ON HIS RECLINER WITH HIM, IN THE GARAGE. THURSDAY LOVED MY FATHER – YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!
I SWEAR TO FUCKING CHRIST, STOP PRETENDING, STOP ACTING LIKE ANY OF YOU ARE SMARTER – THAN ME!
I AM THE MEDALLION. IN RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARC, I AM THE MEDALLION, I AM THE OTHER SIDE, I AM ABLE TO TELL YOU THE OTHER INFORMATION, SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO – GUESS!
REFUSE, SHOW IN ANY WAY, OR DO NOT IN ANY WAY – PROTECT ME?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
STOP BEGGING PEOPLE TO ATTACK, NOT ONLY THE UNITED STATES, NOT ONLY UNITED STATES CITIZEN’S, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, STOP BEGGING PEOPLE – TO FUCKING KILL OUR OWN GODDAMN INTELLIGENCE! THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE DOING! BY NOT DOING SOMETHING AS SIMPLE, AS FUCKING HELL, PROTECTING CHERITH, OR HER FAMILY! IT’S REALLY NOT A DIFFICULT TASK, EITHER!
YOU FUCKING MORONS!
Brianna is not healthy. She reads as either manic-depressive, or Bi-polar. I actually, have never been, other than acquaintances-friends with anyone with something such as depression, or Bi-polar. It is simply not healthy, for my mind.
My whole person tells me so. I won’t stay friends with a person, for my own health. It’s like a constant energy-drain. I won’t do it. I surround myself with people with like-mindedness, positive. Otherwise, you don’t pass.
Be careful you don’t confuse David as being seen in the Scandal episode of Sherlock, as David having the ability to brain-palace think. I think what it shows in Sherlock is that David wouldn’t, or doesn’t harm my brain-palace mind and thinking. And, that he would like that kind of stuff, and knowledge.
So, if David is not causing harm to my mind, who is?
All my adult life, this FBI man has not been seen as protecting me, or my protector, I suggest, you correct and fix that – real fucking quick!
He’s been under misinformation, he’s been misinformed, probably, at times, he’s been misled, misdirected, and there’s been misunderstandings. So, let me clarify, the fact that he used Edison, and fake body parts, suggests, he wanted to humiliate me, sexually, shame me, sexually, show me how disgusted he was that I had sex with – Michael. How vulgar I was to him. How repellent.
This FBI man has never been interested in me sexually or romantically, or he would have done so, himself, and he wouldn’t have passed me around – from man to man, so many man, I don’t even know every one that has been in my home, through virtual reality – without my permission.
She, this female, what is she a psychiatrist? She doesn’t believe she is a real depressed, or depressive person, that is what she just said, she’s just been unhappy, that’s hardly the same thing – at all. It looks true.
Was it a little freeing, a freeing of a notion, or something she was holding onto in her mind, to see me being sexually provocative with this other FBI man? Like, oh, it doesn’t look that bad. I see Cherith, and what she is doing, and that doesn’t look that bad, or like a bad thing, or shameful, or dangerous, and it looks like fun.
It probably would be helpful if she got in touch with her own inner rage. Meaning, she doesn’t have to be so controlled. Meaning, it is ok, she needs to give herself permission, to feel, emotions. And, then, determine, if the emotion, or whatever, is a bad thing. She’s pretty logical. So, she should be able to allow herself, to feel. Then, evaluate.
I would caution her to be careful around Brianna, or Courtney. They have not had restraints, meaning, they’ve been given to much freedom, concerning myself.
Let her haul ass on some man, you bring in. It might be helpful. A real criminal, not a brain-researched criminal, and let her haul ass on him, let it be a male. She won’t do it to be spiteful, that’s the difference. She doesn’t want to be that person in her heart, spiteful just because she’s been hurt. She especially doesn’t want to hurt other’s in return.
It will probably be really difficult for her to do. She might not want to do that, and that is probably okay, too. It should be her decision, that’s another difference. She needs to decide for herself, and not have someone else, make the choice for her.
The only man, are you kidding me?! The only man who has asked permission, is the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend, and he asked my father – first, making sure, I knew, he spoke with my father, first, then he asked permission.
YOU FUCKING MORONS!
HE THEN, PROVED HIMSELF – TO BE A BETTER MAN, JUST BY ASKING FOR PERMISSION! EVERY ONE OF YOU COULD HAVE BEEN GOOD MEN, YOU CHOSE NOT TO BE! BY NOT THINKING ENOUGH OF ME, TO BEGIN WITH!
It is disturbing that this FBI man would think of me in this way, and have this concocted plan, and it is not. I very much doubt this FBI man is unwilling to correct this behavior and plan.
He didn’t understand why I would have been in a relationship with Michael, have sex with Michael, he, Michael, just doesn’t make sense with me. Does he? Well, now you know why I had to agree to an engagement and have sex with him – people’s lives were at stake. Literally.
Wow, how I really wish, I had never had to live, the Michael years. It was psychologically damaging. Those years. The only good part was I enjoyed, living on my own, I was a grown up, after all. As much as I could enjoy it, since my life was literally threatened more times than I will probably, ever be able to write.
It is probably the reason my brother gave me a book to read, it was a detective or police story, probably the reason Irene Adler’s character says she likes detective stories because the book was about a Russian prostitution ring, prostitutes being held in a house, their hands were mutilated, this the part I remember because it was repeated over and over again in the book, I forget the title, that tells me, it wasn’t important, the part I remember was the ball-pin hammer used as the murder weapon and how they prostitutes hands were mutilated.
Yuck! There is something real in that, or it wouldn’t create a picture in my head and mind.
I don’t make mistakes, this reads true from the Bourne movies, they don’t make mistakes. I don’t make mistakes.
When I got to my home in 2006, found my mother lying face down on the floor, I turned her over, and – SOMETHING ELSE IS WRONG! IT’S WHY I CALLED MY FATHER – FIRST, BEFORE CALLING 911. SOMETHING ELSE WAS WRONG!
MY MOTHER SHOULD STILL BE ALIVE.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 