Back in December, I blogged about how certain things occur at the beginning of each month. And the start of February 2014 continues the pattern.
The first week of the month is walking the tightrope time where drug addicts have to pay the piper like a prostitute pays a pimp. In this instance, it's the bullies, Russell, Joseph Simmons and Maria Collins who are requiring something that they've conspired and plotted to occur before the 7th. This has something to do with their SATANIC RITUALS. Things have been brewing for the past month. There were signs and indications that this was comng up. However on 2/4/14, it did.
My nephew walked through the den to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of unopened chips and a jar of dip which I had purchased on Friday. He walked to the back of the house and was about to dig in when said, "Excuse me those are mine and I'm not ready to open them just yet. Please put them back. He walked up front and put them back then asked my mother abou some chips and dip that she had purchased. She told them wehre they were. Now, I'd also purchased a cake on Friday too, yet, he walked right past it all weekend long and didn't touch it. However, this action with the bag of chips and dip was with malice and deliberate intent. It was designed as I mentioned previously because his puppetmasters, who are the same people bullying me, wanted a response some kind, a provacation to occur. A few minutes later he came back into the kitchen and announced that these were my chips and not to touch them to his father and my mother. I said, "yes, let's get it started because you've been wanting this to happen for quite sometime." We proceeded to argue back and forth. His father chimed in and my mother asked us all to stop. And of course, the bullies are seated primed and ready because they too have been wanting this to happen.
WHAT WOULD CAUSE SOMEONE TO DO THIS?
Next, they dialed 911 and called the police. The goal of the bullies was to have me arrested and so there were all sorts of buzzwords said from my divorce to calling me a bitch to saying I didn't have a job and joking about me being a publiched author. All words stated to get a loud argument going so that when the police would arrive their plan would go according to their script.
I proceeded to talk to my mother as the father and his offspring pulled out their cell phones to record me. The police arrived and before they could park, the offspring and his father ran outside to meet them in an effort to build their case.
THIS IS WHAT DRUG LORDS, DRUGS AND DRUGTRAFFICKING DOES TO INDIVIDUALS AND FAMILIES.
My mother and I waited to speak to them inside. The two officers came in and we each told them what had happened. My mother had told them not to call. They refused to listen because when your life is on the line and is based on your next drug hit or drug drop, even your mother's requests are ignored. One has to pay the bully or in this case as the song goes, Move That Dope. The police were told that I was causing disruption in the house and causing my mother to be upset in her home. My mother and I each had a turn to speak calmly and tell what had gone down. I understood that they were ticked for having been called for such stupidity as this. They asked if I could continue to try to get along with them. They went outside to talk to the males.
So, once again, this happened on 2/4/14, the first week of the month. Remember, they have to pay up by the 7th of each month with some sort of dramatic event. This plot failed. I also learned that there was a music documentary airing on TV in which one of the bullies was a part of so the plan was to make me be unavailable during the airing so they would not be exposed on social media.
