Samantha's Number Was In My Phone

Dodi had a little cousin named Samantha that she met at my aunt Doris's funeral.  Was that 2013 or 2014?  They had fun laughing and skipping around and looking at the stone angels at the cemetery.  Something about Craig's death just wasn't right.  On the way home we went through the back way and looked at farmland and flags gently blowing in the breeze.  Tiny basketball goals hooked to the side of a big red barn.  Rural America at it's best.

Now I want y'all to all remember before you tell me again that I don't know what I'm talking about..... They went through every single solitary contact I had and all of their contacts during the cyberattack and eavesdropping.  Dodi used to talk to Samantha on the phone.  Samantha Miley.  Now Samantha Shurley is another story.  Just like the Ralph's....and Sabrina and Sabrina.   Sepia and Sebina herbal remedies for miscarriage and terrorism from stalking and eavesdropping for USA government and politics and pictures from my old Facebook.   

They really came after me over Danita,  somebody did.  I'm surprised because they're not the only one that lost a family member oddly.  People do kill themselves and people do kill themselves on accident.  However suicide never ran in my family and I've never known Danita to use OTC when prescription drugs are readily available for her use.  I don't think she told on anyone either.  Prior to her death when somebody was eavesdropping and running their mouth they were demanding certain things that we both had.  They wanted an old red antique pitcher.  Shortly after her death they started just really harassing me that I couldn't have anything that she gave me.  My silver baskets, an old ship for Damon, clothes, rings for Dodi, even things given to Callie.  Brats dolls from her old Barbies.  I was cutting up herbs to make homemade tea and hanging them up to dry and someone else was trying to hide their marijuana dealing and marijuana use.  They did something with some kind of camera or something.  So I picked up that big red pitcher that I got from my mom and dad's and busted it.  Blew their mind with that one.  I'm not Danita.  Obviously they did not realize that.  They were sitting there ordering stuff and using her address.  There was so much gas lighting through the divorce and trying to alienate me from my daughter, that it wasn't until one afternoon in 2020 I went to Danita's old house where Damon and Dodi were staying at the time.  Damon wasn't there and Dodi let me  come in, which she occasionally did if he wasn't there.  Of course it was almost 4 years after her death.  It was validation enough to me to know for certain what I heard and what occurred when I looked down and saw the red clay antique vase Pitcher in the foyer. I do not know if it was originally grandmother's or if it was something that Mike Morris had left behind.   Regardless of what anyone tells me I did or did not hear,  I know for certain what I heard and I know for certain what someone was doing.

These people listened to my family for a very long time even when my cousins Patricia and Beth came to visit and we met at the bookstore.  That was shortly after it had started.   This was all related to methamphetamine trafficking, human trafficking and identity theft. Idiots.

So to get out of trouble these people did all kinds of weirdo stuff and dug up all kinds of weirdo stuff and extortion, blackmail, racism, lies to get the government involved in something other than what they did, and hackers.  Nasty lawyer tricks.  Some of them even hired unethical hackers and then when they didn't pay they went after family members or friends.  

I do not know why someone would think that I am insane or have a mental disorder because this happened.  How would that make me insane?  And as for Boeing,  Diamond Plastics Corporation is next door to Boeing and someone was hacking drones.  They were hacking drones and DirecTV apps and eavesdropping.

And as for Damon's death, it was my worst fear for many years.  Most everything he did,  he over did.  However once again if there is any kind of foul play or something odd, it's probably related to methamphetamine and identity thefts.  

In light of everything that happened and everyone that was eavesdropping I wonder if anybody at all recalls Dodi and I waking up every day and listing three things we were thankful for on the way to work and school?  Also I would like it known that regardless of what anyone insist,  I am not depressed and I do not want to die.  Liar.  God hates a liar.  
 

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