Pearland Police Update and Civil Lawsuit Update
Hello friends,Margie and I lazed around this morning. It's was a BEAUTIFUL SOFT DAY. Bob came over so I could take him out for his belated b'day lunch and a little shopping at Discount Books. I bought him 3 books (5 bucks each) and I bought me 8 books. Then we went to the Pearland Police Station so I could talk to their internal affairs officer to initiate an investigation on the police abuse I've live through since 2006. They took me very seriously once they realized I had already retained a lawyer and that I had already contacted the Texas State Attorney General's office to initiate an investigation from a "higher" authority than the local goobers. I had tried to resolve this with the local goobers back in 2006, but the internal affairs officer I had spoken with didn't bother taking down a written statement from me and just treated me like I was an idiot. His only advice to me was to go read a book on "co-dependency". I told him "codepency my ass".....I wrote the friggin book on codependency and didn't appreciate his lack of professionalism and and lack of action with regards to my concerns on how his law enforcement had handled my domestic situation and my felony charges. He just gave me a smug smile and shrugged his shoulders. At that moment, I had silently vowed to have him fired one day if it took the last breath out of me. People like him SHOULD NOT be in positions of authority and God will have a very special punishment waiting for them. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy inflicting my own form of punishment. If I don't, he'll just abuse and destroy other people that have been treated poorly by the Pearland Police. He was a fat, pale, scrawny little fucker with the aura the color of a rotting fish - he even smelled of rot. He was "hypocritcally" polite - stupid bastard doesn't know who he's dealing with.....GOD and GOD's warriers. Silly stupid man is going to suffer dearly once the cosmic Karma kicks his ass. He may even get a heart attack over it. It would serve him right - he, his men, and Victor have all broken my heart. They deserve to have their hearts broken too. My heart will heal....their's may not. This time neither of the two internal affairs officers were available (GOD). Instead, I spoke with a Seargant .... he was a very professional, respectful, polite, caring, concerned, intuitive protective and gentle soul (GOD). His aura was noon sky blue with a halo of bright yellow and another ring of bright crystal white (walks with GOD). Basically for 3 hours I dictated and he typed my statement. He would pause and ask clarifying questions, then resume typing. He could almost type as fast as I could talk and at first I left him breathless by the speed, authority, clarity, honesty and pain of my words. As the story unfolded time literally came to a halt. We were able to eventually get in sync and dance at the same speed. The "matter of fact" and non-emotional recollections were spoken 800 miles an hour and I didn't even breathe while I purged poisonous yet soulful paragraphs. (The truth shall set you free)My painful and traumatic recollections were spoken haltingly and with great gravity - interuppted by some sobbing. (God punishes those he loves - he separates the wheat from the chaff so that we can become perfect like her and have eternal life)The psychotic recollections had complete clarity yet, at the same time, they were disjointed. I couldn't quite remember the exact "sequence" of events - past/present/future - they were all scrambled. The pictures were fuzzy yet focused, the sounds were muffled yet piercing. The smells and tastes were overpoweringly vibrant and earthy. (Memories of reincarnations)During the 3 hour session, I literally travelled back in time - I was "there" again. I could smell, hear, feel, taste and see everything just as it happened. It was PAINFUL - and I started getting physcially ill and had to take a break. (Hazards of Prophesy) At that time, Bob had to head home, and I resumed the statement after taking a 30 minute prayer break for strength, an Aleve pill for my headache, and some vanilla A&W rootbeer to settle my stomach. I found a shady place with lots of trees and just laid on my back and closed my eyes trying to get my muscle spasms in my back to stop. The Aleve pill finally helped the back, but not the headache, and it definitely made the nausea worse. My senses were extremely heightened - light hurt my eyes even with sunglasses on, noises hurt my ears, the feel of my clothes and even my bare feet on the ground/grass/cement was painful. The smells were icky. All I could taste was vanilla rootbeer and bile (War between Good and Evil) I think I have a good idea as to what autisitic people go through......It was just like my mind had a movie or a song in it that got stuck on replay - a horror that I can't seem to delete no matter how many different techniques I use. Sort of like a computer virus that takes over the operating system. It's a movie that NEVER should have been made - and just like a virus it leeches off the host and uses the host's cells/DNA to replicate itself until it ultimately kills it's host and kills itself. I never understood viruses - it's a stupid life form that kills the very thing it needs to survive. (Satan's self defeating behaviors and of his employees as well)Anyways, I stayed as professional as a could, but like with any PTSD victim, retelling the story of trauma is excruciating and actually forces the victim to continually relive it through flashbacks. (Satan and his employees and hell)I now realize that no "therapist", no "doctor", no "church", no "hospital" and no "friend/family" can cure me. This is truly a case of "Physician heal thyself". (Revelation of scripture)I'm not a good Doctor unless God starts training me....which she is doing and has been doing all my life but I didn't realize it until today (Revelation of scripture).During this interview process, we had several interruptions. Some were for him and some were for me. I noticed that the timing of these "interruptions" was perfectly choreographed to the crescendo of the story's theme music. In hindsite, the unplanned "breaks" in our discussion were therapeutic in themselves (GOD's Angels). It gave both me and the Seargant a chance to get away from each other, chill, get our strength back, and regroup.Eventually, there was a major accident in Pearland and the Seargant was called to assist. He arranged for another Seargant to come to my hotel on Monday to continue with the statement and he also handed me over to a young lady officer by the name of Page. She had me review what had been written for accuracy. It was remarkable to see "my" words and "God's" words in writing. There were only two mistakes, and they were strictly Freudian. The word "down" was used instead of "up" and the word "cure" was used instead of the word "care". The fascinating thing is that those two "incorrect" words were actually.....this is corny...prophetic in themselves. You'd have to read them in context to actually understand what I mean.Overall it went well. In 2006, this "meeting" was a fiasco. This meeting today was a catharsis for me. I felt God completely surrounding me and I had NO FEAR.....just pain. I was glad we didn't continue because my headache was about to explode my brains out and give me an anurism.This meeting was better than any "therapy" I've received to date. The problem with the psychiatric profession is that it spends too much time on: "whining", "boo hoo-ing", "life's not fair", "my feelings are hurt", "I'm a victim", "I have a mental illness", "I need to self actualize and build up my inner child", "I need medications", blah...blah....blah. When in fact, therapy should be focused on TAKING ACTION and TAKING CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE, HANDING THE THINGS YOU CAN'T HANDLE OVER TO GOD, GETTING OVER IT AND MOVING ON, FORGIVING AND FORGETTING, RESOLUTION AND EVOLUTION AND CREATION OF THE WORLD YOU WANT TO LIVE IN, DISCOVERING AND ACTING ON THE PURPOSE GOD HAS ASSIGNED TO YOU, PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE AND ERASING THE PAST, LEARNING FROM AND PREVENTING PAST MISTAKES, PASSING ON YOUR NEW LEARNED KNOWLEDGE AND BLESSINGS TO OTHERS IN NEED, LIVING IN THE PRESENT AND IN THE MOMENT BECAUSE THAT'S ALL ANY OF US REALLY HAVE IN THE FIRST PLACE and for GOD'S SAKE.....BE HAPPY. Basically, it's very simple.....live in the now....and above all.....LOVE LOVE LOVE. Faith, Hope and Love. Of the three, LOVE is the greatest...it saves your soul. Love is God and God is love.God doesn't want "worship"....man wants "worship"....God wants Love and he wants us to be like her.....she wants us to love her like the trinity loves us and the trinity wants us to love others - friend or foe - just like she loves them......(Revelation of Scripture).Once the meeting was over, the new rookie girl cop named PAGE took me through the rest of the steps and wrap up. She was a tough sweetie pie. I admire her because I respect what she is going to go through in a man's world. I've done it for nearly 40 years now......she's going to do great. Her aura was navy lacey blue with an orange ring around it. She gave me her business card as did the Seargent. I got a notarized copy of "Part 1" of my statement. I look forward to continuing the process on Monday. It's kind of neat to see my book being written. I'm curious as to how many PAGES it will be.Also, I had a little mischievious fun while at the station. I can't help it - I'm a playful kid at heart..... I did a little giggle "wicca". I set up 3 "magic energy" areas. The Seargent found one of them 3 times and asked me to remove the stuff, which I faked absent mindedness and promptly complied. I eventually got more clever with the stuff and hid it under a mountainous pile of snotty cry tissues in his office. The other two areas I staged in the station waiting room. I wonder when they'll find those and if they will understand the meaning behind the items I left.....we'll see.....About 2 hours later I got a call from the Seargent telling me that I had left a couple of items. I innocently (ha) asked "what?", and it was the stuff I had hidden under the tissue. I sincerely apologized for leaving the snotty tissue and said I would come back over and collect my stuff. He said no....they would come to me. I told him I was at the Golden Corral eating supper with Margie and he could meet me there. He said no, he'd just go to my hotel and drop the stuff off at the front desk. I thanked him for his kindness. I know he knows and he knows I know he knows. But the real question is this: does he "understand" what he knows and what I know??? Time will tell.It is so much fun and I got a horrible case of the giggles after I hung up my cell phone. I laughed so hard that my stomach relaxed and I got a good big burp and a pretty descent toot out the other end. My nauseau went away instantly. Stress is a funny thing....and funny things always make me healthier if it doesn't kill me first. Laughter is the best medicine.....well, unless you have a headache and then laughing really hurts the head at those times. I've had lot's of headaches the last 3 years.....not much laughter, but my humor is coming back and IT HURTS. That saying "no pain no gain" is a real pain in the ass sometimes.....I guess it's worth it.I talked to Russell at least twice today, Dad once, and of course, my agnostic friend Bob. These guys are really great men. I still need to introduce God and Bob (....yes Bob......you will get "religion" eventually.....you already have it and your just too much of a Yankee to acknowledge this fact in your thick Maine frozen brain.....anyways....you are officially a Texan whether you like it or not, so.......welcome to the LONE STAR STATE my friend!!!!)Crap.....it's 2:25am. I need to go landscape at Dr Sutherlands office. I'm waiting for Margie to get home so she can help me. She went to pick up her oldest son from prison and she should be calling me any moment now to let me know she's on her way home......now Margie is another whole story.....I can't wait to tell you about that.I'm gonna take a power nap till she gets home. I LOVE having a room mate. I feel so much healthier living with another human being. I mean, I like my own company, but face it, I'm crazy and I tend to get into trouble if I'm left unsupervised for too long.Love Life and most of you in it right now.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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