all perfectly timed too.
My logical mind that they were all just coincidences - yet the timing was like clock work - and my instincts tell me other wise.
The events were so frightening - that I kind of have gone into a sense of denial. Locked it out of my mind. Now for me to express that these events were so "frightful" sounds as if I were trying to sensationalize the ordeal. I'm not. I'm a strong woman and I've been through a lot. I lived in one of the most dangerous parts of the third world for a good half of my adult life - and well I could write some terrifying stories.
Those incidents, whilst being very scary, did not impact me like the incidents here that I experienced almost in a snowball like fashion - write after I started to become very vocal about what I was discovering about the lawyer, my the money hidden, the suspicious surrounding around my grandfather's death, and perhaps going so far to doubt a Judge online.
I was innocent insomuch as I was honestly looking for answers around our dad's probate case, discovering who our grandfather was. I lost my father at such an important time period in my life - right when one is entering adulthood. And unfortunately our last conversation was an argument. That night after our argument he passed away. I never got to say "I'm sorry". I was very hopeful and believed that if I could prove via a discovery process what was stolen and how many years of an estate (being open 18 years) that it would be simple case closed justice for my sister and myself. I wanted my sister to have some connection to her father ( she was much younger than I when he passed). And I felt deep in my heart I was making that last argument up to him - and helping him to assist my sister and give her an education that I know he so deeply desired for her.
What I didn't realize is that I was opening a can of worms, of allegations that if proven true , would make a few powerful people not look too good. The desire to expose was not a witch hunt - but of pleading and hoping for logic and justice. Kind of a way to shout out to the world "Hey look - this is *possibly* white coller criminal activity - and can you believe out of all places in our nation's capitol?
Ahhh my niavity - D.C. lawyers and Judges are powerful and from what I have read about whistle blowers being suicided or accident-ed off within the beltway is downright scary. It's sort of the what goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas mentality. Except inside the beltway are the people who rule and govern the world. Everyone so far in my father's" insolvent estate" - via investigation have close connections what people would consider the "ruling elite". They were appointed by former Presidents , and have parties in their D.C. homes with powerful people in the government.
It's time to realize that I have put my self in some kind of danger. Actually I realized that when the bad stuff first started happening to me - but I really just brushed it aside - hoping that it was all coincidences.
I never wanted to write this in a blog - post all this information up. I am very much into privacy and hold my father and memories dear to me and would never want to ...well put all this up on a public forum.
However - I had once incident happen to me - perhaps the scariest event in my life - that prompted me to turn to the web and post all my discoveries on the web in a two day flurry - with total disregard to spelling or any embarrassment I might face.
I was in survival mode. I actually the terrifying event - WHILE it was happening on an online forum.
That brings me to the subject of psychops. This is a term that I ran upon whilst reading a blog from other probate victims of fraud.
My mouth dropped when I read what the poor lady who writes this blog went through - because almost the exact same tactics were used in my case. Good thing I have proof of a lot of what went on in these past few months when I became so vocal in my protest.
Anyways their blog is very informative - here are some of the tactics. Not to sound repetitive - these incidents could have all been accidents - however the timing of the events my case was just uncanny.
I hope others who go thought the same thing will find these blogs and find out that they are NOT ALONE.
It's far more terrifying to realize that these tactics are being used on American soil - by Americans.
I grew up ( as most American do ) believing in the integrity of people in positions of power within our government. When I was living in South America I had some scary incidents - but hey that came with the territory of being down there in the first place. But to have what could be such organized and planned bullying by people here - is just bind boggling. Even more so that all I am doing is seeking justice.
I do believe in human spirit , and the kindness of people - that is what helps me to relax and sleep at night. If it weren't for a few people in position of law enforcement- who took my phone calls seriously - and who looked at my supporting docuemnts - I'm not quite sure I'd still be typing here today. I thank them - whoever they were - and the ones I know who they are. They might not have done anything about it - but just hearing a sincere voice over the phone and being able to get my story out made me feel safer in a very harrowing time of my life.
If you are a victim of this kind of abuse - it is very important not too loose your faith and trust in people.
It's also important not to get to wound up into it. Yes it's important to stand up for your rights and to speak out - but after being bullied, harassed, threatened, it makes it all the more difficult to get out of that web of thinking and as the U2 song goes "Stuck in a moment that you can't get out of" Even whilst living through something miserable - it is important to enjoy life - in order to make whatever kind of ordeal you might be going through that you put into Google that led you to this particular post.
If you've gone through stuff like this - or still are - don't forget to go out, breath air, treat yourself, watch a comedy, spend time with family and loved ones - this is part of the healing process.
Mystery Of William M Cooley
I am a targeted individual of organized gang stalking also called stalking by proxy. This occurred to me after trying to fight for justice in my father's case. I am taking the blog down. I am tired of fighting and exposing an evil that I could never truly expose, as I am not the only victim of this kind of crime. Plus I have realized that there will be no justice of any sort. The more I seem to expose and speak out; the more I am targeted. Gang stalking is real - and is scary - and I hope that one day all victims will be able to put an end to this kind of torture, however I feel that I must move on and focus on my life and the life of my son.