I find it VERY interesting that the man that threatened me - told me he wanted to see me dead- demanded to know what Foster home my son was in - take my son and turn him into a very "good lawyer" is an ex Vitenam Veteran.
This man had a very special interest in my son - and would always talk to him outside of our apartment. He would talk about his days of "being a boxer"
.Not only that there is some one with the same name and age - wh0 is also C.I.A. - according to the book Loon: A Marine Story this Colonel Negron's first combat occured not with the United States Marine Corp but with the United States Cental Intelligence agency. This same man also was a "boxer" before joining the military
Something very unpleasant happened to me last night - but I will refrain from posting the information until can present the proof.
It is VERY intersting to note that this Colonel's ex wife is from Wakunda Illinios. Right by the county where my grandfather would be "thrown 70 feet from his car"
It is also VERY interesting to note that both husband and ex wife's names appear in trusts in Arizona - in Yuma - AND right after my father's death his place of residence was oh about a block away from my grandmother's in Arizona that appears IN THE DC PROBATE COURT addresses that my grandmother had as her contact adress.
It is also very interesting to note that this Colonel who is in his 70's is always bragging ( when he is drunk) that he is very close to the Russian mob and they will do anything they want for him.
It is also very interesting to note that the only one who had the keys to the the basement downstairs to turn my gas on or of would have been him.
It is also interesting to note - that the first time he came up to me and threatened me - and asked where my son was there was a Russian man with him.
It is also very interesting to note that I have for the past two months had flashes of bright light in my room - and his "friends" which live next door in the building besides my building happen to have a foto studio and are always taking pictures of naked women.
There exist a possiblity ( albeit very small one) that this is not the same Colonel - but given the closeness to my grandmother's palce of residance and the fact that his ex wife is from Wakunda Ill - that same town my grandfather died in well... the math adds up quite well..
I have the video here - I have edited out the naked women. I mean there's nothing wrong with a porn studio - but having these lights flased into my window at 3 am - well it's KIND OF ANNOYING. Then being stopped by this Colonel and having lights flashed into my face - and having him demand to know what foster son my home is in and having him telling me he wants me dead well..
There is something wrong with having a studio so close to my home
For the record today is the 5 th of January - 2009.
I am a a bit in shock - but I am very happy to be alive -
I am not allowed to make a police report about this - so I have to resort to posting this online.
I was stopped by a Fire Marshall the second time the "FIREMEN" came to my home and the second incident is now under a "confidential investigation" at FDNY headquarters.
I am emailing all and every law enforcement that I know of ... my family as well.
I want to live. I want my old life back. I want to cook, read, go to classes, be able to relax and not have to live in fear...
This is very draining and not fun at all . . .
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.