This post apart from the title is in rough draft - that happens when I want to get something out there- but I also have normal stuff to do - like laundry and cleaning the apartment!
I never read any of the Harry Potter books - but I did see a few of the movies. I remember there was a certain phrase used. That phrase was the unmentionables. This post will unlike my other posts will be written in such a way that it can be perceived as conspiracy or fiction.
I am actually quite fine with that - reason being I don't have the proof about one particular detail - and I could be wrong. For this reason I am writing this is a way that appears to be fiction - even though I have proof of almost everything contained in this post. This is why for now this - 80 percent true story - 20 percent unproven.
So here's it goes. This is still in rough draft form.
An nationally known architect is throw 70 feet from his car. He was dead on arrival at the hospital. The hospital coroner asks for an inquest into his death. Before there is an inquest the body in cremated. At the inquest - held one month later- nobody who was actually at the scene of the accident appears. All witnesses at the jury inquest were people who arrived after the ambulance had already taken his body away. This all occurred at 5 am 6 am in the morning. The obituary was already in place - with exact details found in the jury inquest one month later - ready to run in the press the same day.
There were no cell phones back then - and there were no family members. How was the ambulance alerted? Did someone just go by and see his body on the side of the road? Not according to the jury inquest.
Despite there being no family members around when the architect would die - the coroner who appears on the deceased architects body is not the coroner at the hospital.
It is a police chief - who would a few years later be arrested for his mob connections.
The birth date placed on the architect's temporary death certificate was the date of his eldest son. This son of the architect was the main heir of the estate, trust , and life insurance policies. The people in the "ambulance" who whisked his body away - somehow knew the exact day the architect's son was born - despite there being nobody around - including no family.
Who called the ambulance? Did the technology exist back then for 911?
Press the fast forward button - the architect's son his about to reach his 40 birthday. He will die at the same age - his body will be cremated immediately as well. At the time of his death - a new coroner will arrive the city where the man dies. The coroner will have the same branch of goverment/job/pilot as the unmentionable who will be in charge of the ashes of both father and son.
17 years later the daughter's of the architect's son will call the church to see if both their father and grandfather are there at the church. The daughter's were excommunicated from their father's side of the family right after his death. Never to hear back from anyone on thier father's side again. They discover there is only on set of remains! Either- their father or grandfather is missing from that church.
Daughters are told by church that will have to wait for a certain unmentionable to call them back - This unmentionable is in charge of the church committee. The female pastor another unmentionable - has the same last name as the architects first wife - who promptly remarried a man who was in the same government/job/pilot as the unmentionable - and the coroner who would give the orders to cremate the body of her son. The female pastor is rude to the daughters - and upon asking if she is related to their grandmother - responds.
"I'm related to a lot of people - what's your point?"
Upon researching the female pastor - and the unmentionable- they both have background in the communication industry.
The unmentionable who is in charge of the ashes at the church - much to the daughter's surprise - lives at the same home that belonged to the deceased architect. Also right after the architect's son died a land trust was created - in the same town. He is also on the board of this towns trust.
The unmentionable was an engineer who worked in creating the system for 911 emergency calls back in the 1960's in the same town the architect's body was thrown and an ambulance came and took his body away before police even arrived to the scene.The unmentionable's company would later merge with other companies - and one day become the national frame for emergency 911 phone calls. All 911 calls use this technology /database.
The female pastor at the church, who worked in telecommunications, also has a relative with the same last name as the deceased's architect's first wife. She works for the same company that the now retired unmentionable that was the CEO of the 911 telecommunications company.
The daughters called the church again having no idea who the people they were talking to were people of such possible power. One of the daughter's after having waited a month demanded to know whose remains were there. The female pastor muttered something that sounded like a threat. The daughter called the authorities -telling them she would be there the next day. The next day - she awoke to the smell of gas. She would call 911 - and each time felt as if her calls were being transferred after giving her address. The firemen who arrived would tell her they had turned the gas off each time.
After three days of the gas leak - where the same group of men would appear - she went to a pay phone and watched the firetrucks arrive. She would leave her front door open . On the pay phone - she was informed by her gas company that they never had received any dispatch to turn off the gas. While on the pay phone she would see a firetruck and flag them down. The men in the firetruck looked confused. The had been told through the dispatch that nobody could get into the apartment. The daughter would ask them to go with her to her home. Upon arrival one of the same men that had appeared with the previous group who never turned the gas - would be walking out of her apartment along with the "head chief supervisor" of the gas company.
After finally confirming the gas was turned off - she called the gas company to inquire how to get tested for possible Co2 poising. She told the Con Ed agent she was not feeling sick and wanted to get tested just in case. She was told she could go get tested at any local hospital. She would calmly gather her bag and laptop - and walk outside. The time frame from hanging up the phone to going to leaving her apartment was no less than five minutes. She was shocked to be greeted by 6 police who told her they had just received a dispatch that a "woman had passed out on her floor". She had never called 911 - and was in shock to see all the police outside her door. Also waiting for her was an ambulance. She was placed in the ambulance - and despite only living 2 blocks away form the hospital - was kept inside the ambulance for 30 minutes and intimidated with "solitary confinement". Upon arrival the EMS personnel who had threatened her for 30 minutes told placed her in the psych ward, informing the psychiatrist that she had been playing with her gas pipes all weekend long and was trying to commit suicide.
The daughter would be subjected to constant arrivals from a child service agent whose manager's number never seemed to work. He would arrive the very next morning after the three day ordeal with the gas leak . . .
The daughter received a piece of mail - right before another court date concerning her father's estate she had just recently discovered was still open in the courts. It was written in such a way - that she knew it was meant to be emotionally toying and a warning.
The address was an Iowa address.
The daughter just discovered yesterday the address is from the same town in Iowa where the unmentionable's family's wife is from.
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.