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Friday, June 25, 2010

Why Not Moammar Khadaffi?

WHY MOAMMAR EL KHADAFFI?

Many. Many Moons Ago...

I attended religious worship at a Black Hebrew Temple lead by Rabbi Peters or Peterson on Chene Street in Detroit, Michigan. I had two daughters, Gloria and Angela. Gloria now 42 years old, was then a toddler. Angela, now 41 years old, was a young infant unable to sit up. At several Temple meetings, it was announced that a Divination would be held and it was important for us to attend. I attended the 'Divination Forum' with my two babies. The gentleman performing this Divination was a black man that was a visitor to the Temple. This occasion started out with prayers and singing. The gentleman in charge (I apologize I have long since forgotten his name) announced that a 'new leader' was coming into power in the African nation of Libya. He went on to say that this man was a leader for the people...and that tonight we are gathered together to make sure this 'new leader' takes his seat of power safely with a long and prosperous leadership...and that we must always keep him in our hearts and prayers.
This gentleman announced that this 'Divination' would be done by candle burnings. Unfortunately, I cannot remember what colors of candles he used nor the color sequence. I distinctly remember the color of the last candle he burned which was green. I can recall that this ceremony went on for more than a day. I was so exhausted from holding my baby and trying to keep Gloria comfortable. Finally, this ceremony came to an end and the gentleman in charged told us to keep watch for this new leader for he will soon come into power. We departed in prayer.
Upon my arrival home, I got my children situated and put to bed. I stayed up and wrote a prayer for this new Libyan Leader, that had no name, and placed this prayer on my main altar. I watched and listened for a new leader coming into power in the nation of Libya. I use to always read a weekly magazine of The Detroit Newspaper. To my amazement I can across a small and short announcement that a new leader, named Moammar Khadaffi, had taken power in Libya. I was elated to know that the time I spent at the 'Divination Forum' was not in vein! I kept my prayers and 'protective curses' flowing for this Libyan leader, Moammar Khadaffi. Time passed and a few months or so went by and I finally saw a picture of Moammar Khadaffi wearing a suit on what seemed like some kind of ship or what have you. Through the years to this day, I have been faithful to the old 'Divination Forum.' All of my six children grew-up seeing Moammar Khadaffi's picture on my wall, regardless to where I have lived. When most black families had pictures of Christ, Dr. Martin Luther King and John Kennedy on their walls; I had a picture of Moammar Khadaffi on my wall. Different people, family members and friends would come to my place of residence and a few would ask, “..who is that?” I would tell them that is Colonel Moammar Khadaffi, the leader of Libya. Nothing more was asked or said. Moammar Khadaffi's picture embraces my wall to this day. Why not Moammar Khadaffi? I see Mr. Khadaffi as a strong, able and competent leader!

Departing in Divine Peace and Blessings to All...

Some people feel this is the reason my son was murdered. Maybe so, Mr. Khadaffi's picture is still on my wall!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

MY HARASSMENTS and ABUSES

My name is Janice. I am a 62-year-old poor black woman. I am desperately seeking Justice in the death of my son, James Woods. Please click on the following Link for more information:

MY HARASSMENT'S AND ABUSES ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1. My racist so-call neighbor rented a commercial size snake and snaked his way into my plumbing system and pumped water into my toilet that flooded my upstairs. My landlord, Mrs. Frank came out picked the rocks and debris out of my toilet.
2. This same person, Tom built a make-shift ‘shed like’ object out of boxes on his porch whereupon a person would hide inside and observe anyone that departed or entered my residence. Eventually, I complained to the housing association and they had him to remove his makeshift fort.
3. Lizards were put into my residence to attack and frighten me.
4. Some kind of electronic devises were used to create hologram images in my residence to intimidate, harass and frighten my grand baby and me.
5. I very seldom go out of residence. One day I suddenly opened my front door and Tom and two other men had a square like green metal box with a screen on it and a long black cord going around to what I assumed to be the electric box for these set of condos. When I looked at the screen on this green box, I was looking inside my residence. I was shocked. These men were actually looking inside my condo!
6. When facing the street, to my left the lady that resides there, her boyfriend brought in a truckload of boxes and what have you. Tom went out to the truck and he was shaking his head and just patting on the items on the truck as he walked around the bed of the truck. Whatever was in that truck was intended to be used against me. It was about 2:30am in the morning.
7. This same woman’s boyfriend came over in front of my unit and tried to intimidate me. When it did not work, he went back to his girlfriend’s condo and stopped; looked at me and patted his pocket as if he had a gun.
8. Down towards the end of the set of condos where I live, new people moved in. Cars blasting music would drive up and someone from that condo would come out and interact with the people in the car and then the car would drive away. This went on day and night for weeks. I assumed drugs were being sold. I would look out my window with my lights out around 2am or so. One morning a pink low rider truck with dark windows pulled up in front of my condo and put on their bright lights. The people inside the truck rolled down their windows and made smirks at me. I immediately knew that Tom told those people that I called the cops on them by their reactions toward me. I said nothing to anyone. Tom and his friend called the police on them people.
9. I was upstairs in my bedroom, when I was compounded repeatedly in my head by some kind of electrodes. The pain was awful. I wrapped my head in aluminum foil as an attempt to reduce the pain. I always covered my head with a wig or a scarf. I never went around with my head covered in aluminum foil uncovered. I often wondered how this could be done to me and no one was in my condo but me. Thanks to a 60 minutes presentation I learned that America have a new weapon to control crowds of people that does repel people with electrodes. It is not a tasser. I have headaches and ear troubles to this day as a result of these acts against me.
10. I came home from the doctor’s office and drove my wheelchair up to my table when suddenly to my left in a green crate a monitor lizard charged me and I immediately drove my wheelchair to the door. I telephoned the police from my daughters place. I met the police at my condo and the monitor lizard was gone. One policeman made fun of me by spreading his legs in front of the green crate and posturing his arms to the left and right while saying; “..Is it over here, is it over there..” over and over again making fun of me. The other police seemed irritated.
11. One day I went to my neurologist office for an appointment at around 10am. By ten something I was finished with my neurologist appointment. I was taken to my neurologist appointment in an wheelchair van. I telephoned the wheelchair van for a return ride home repeatedly; no van would come and pick me up. I waited for a return ride home until after 8:30pm. Dr, Phang, my neurologist was shocked to see me still their from the morning hours waiting for a ride home. I just knew people were in my condo doing something and I was deliberately being detained from home while specific others did their dirty work.
12. One day I taken sick and went to the emergency room of the hospital. The doctor was talking to me when suddenly a female police officer dressed in a brown uniform walked in and cunningly shock her head at the doctor. The doctor suddenly stopped talking and I was rushed out of the emergency treatment room. I did not want to wait in the lobby of the emergency room with a bunch of sick people so I drove my wheelchair outside to wait for a return ride home as I pondered what had just happened to me. In the meantime, I was not feeling well, so I went into my bag and opened my weekly pill dispenser to take my medicine. Suddenly, three cops dressed in brown uniforms approached me from different angles to see what I was doing. I felt so put upon!
13. I came from my daughter’s place and drove on my ramp when suddenly my ramp rose up and dropped down. I did not know what to think but I did not run. This process of my ramp raising up and dropping down; rose higher and dropped down harder. I became frightened and drove my wheelchair as fast as I could back to my daughters place. As I passed Martha's black car, I saw an Asian man with straight black hair trying to duck down in her car. I knew then those folks close by had something to do with my ordeal! I called the police and nothing happened of course.
14. My daughter, Candy was intimated until she moved to another state. Her car was deliberately destroyed.
15. A lightening storm hit the city in the wee hours of the morning. I was in bed but I was not sleep. All of the lights were out in my condo. I was resting in the dark. A hard clamber of lightning hit and suddenly I seen a large patch of green circles light up in my living room. Next, I heard high heel shoes clanking on the sidewalk as I herd this white woman yelling; obviously upset because the electricity went out.
16. Some kind of device was placed in my TV set that showed an emblem in the lower right hand corner of the screen. This emblem was a green elongated square with a black circle on top representing a human symbol. When you turned the TV off two Images of some kind of dogs appeared beneath the TV set on the far right and left. I finally became curios and I put my TV set on off channels where a lot of static covered the screen. I saw images of men sitting in a row, dressed in military fatigues, each holding dog chains attached to vicious dogs. Finally, one day when things had settled down; this TV suddenly popped loudly, the tube blew out. I threw the TV out.
17. For a long time, at least a year or more, people thinking that I was sleep would ease into my condo and quietly ease out. I always kept my doors locked regardless to whether I was home or not.

There is so much more I can say until I will just quit here. I am pleading for a thorough investigation of various incidents that happened to me far beyond the norm. I feel that I was subjected to some kind of INTELLIGENCE SURVEILLANCE and was abused and harassed during this ‘intelligence’ mishap. I don’t expect anyone to believe my claims; therefore, I AM BEGGING YO BE POLYGRAPH TESTED THOROUGHLY ON THIS AND MUCH MORE! Given all that I have been through to include the death of my son, harassment's and abuses of my two daughter’s (one I did not explain above); license plate checks on my relatives…I WANT JUSTICE AND MY CIVIL RIGHTS! Two things that I am positive of are that it involves Tom and his bunch, to include the city and more! PLEASE, I want my situation thoroughly investigated. ARIZONA IS RACIST STATE! Thank You Very Much for your time.

*names have been changed for privacy purposes.

Yours truly,

Janice
http://www.blogger.com/DivineCreation9@aol.com

Sunday, April 25, 2010

My Son's Murder!

I am an older woman that lost my son under very suspicious circumstances. His name is James Woods. He was 27 years old. My son was talking to someone in our racist neighborhood that told him the reasons for my abuses and harassments is because I have Moammar Khadaffi's picture on my wall; a picture that has been on my wall; wherever I have lived, for over thirty some years. My son told me that I would be pulled out of my home and put in a mental institution. I did not believe him and it happened! My son James was stopped by the Phoenix Police Department and forced into a mental institution because he was not wearing any shoes in Arizona. James had feet problems. I was forced out of my home by the Scottsdale Police and put into mental institution after my racist so-call neighbor called mental health on me twice previously because I am a black, poor and a woman. My son James was placed in a facility in Mesa, Arizona. I was placed in Phoenix, Arizona. On May the 11th, which was Mother’s Day; at about 4:22am, I was sleeping when I was awaken by a stressful call by my son James outside of my window! My son called out very stressfully, “Mom!” I immediately yelled out to him, “I’m coming…” as I put one knee in my wheelchair facing the back of the wheelchair, I gripped both handles with my hands and frantically peddled the wheelchair with my foot! I made it to the dinning area where a lady was sitting on duty. I told her my son called out to me. She did not believe me. I looked at the clock and it was 4:23am! How did my son James get from Mesa to Phoenix at 4:22 in the morning and return to the facility in Mesa to be found dead? He did not have a car. James was supposed to be released from that facility on the day of his death! I tried all I could to get to my son but I was in a level one-lockdown facility. In the late afternoon I was told that my son was found sprawled out on the floor dead and no one knew what happened to him? I lost it! My son was murdered in the mental institution as well as a white friend I ate with name Doug. Several other deaths occurred while I was institutionalized in a mental institution for no reason. Another black male friend was put in a mental institution that had no mental problem; his name was Archie. The black woman who allegedly reported 'problems' as she reasoned such with the Mormon Church, was put in a mental institution. I see why my racist neighbor wanted me put in a mental institution, so I would be killed! Before my son’s murder, I nearly died! My heart rate went over 190 some beats per minute. The ambulance driver tilted my head down with my feet up and gave me a shot to stop my heart and then a shot to restart my heart! I was let out of that 'death mental institution' to bury my son. I was subjected to all kinds of abuses before I was 'illegally' forced into a mental institution! It seems that in the State of Arizona to be black and poor is to be crazy and in need of being FORCED into a 'killing' mental institution! Arizona is a very RACIST state. I want my deceased son's death investigated to include all of the racial harassments done to me before my son's death. I want my friend, Doug's untimely death investigated! Doug 'allegedly died from a heart attack, my son died from an 'alleged' heart attack; and I nearly died from an imposed heart attack! Everybody's heart is BAD in the 'killing' mental institution! There are far too many factors to post here. If you can be of any help, PLEASE feel free to e-mail me. Please Copy and Paste this message wherever it will help me get justice in my son's murder! Divine Peace and Blessings to you all! Namaste...