The Arizona Debacle(s):Open Ended Diplamacy (Failures to Engage and Acknowledge)

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While spending the night outside in my van in front of our apartment (Because I couldn’t stand being inside with these heathens,) Jen came out and woke me the following morning where we discovered the shirt Id slept in had what appeared to be bullet holes and rusted blood stains…

My back and torso where marked with strange red scratch marks that didn’t show up well on camera but where spooky as fuck to observe with the naked eye… the whichcraft we’dbeen targeted with manifested physically on my body and clothing and with artifacts I was upchucking all the time. The events depicted in these images occured repeatedly between February and May of 2021. In Jen’s case there were no physical evidence, all were mental apparitions observed by her alone, however I had to deal with her outbursts and the blowback with these, what her family called her “madness” zealously and did so
to the best of my abilities… limited as they were.

I was coughing up copious amounts of blood and a pint of lymphatic fluids every morning the entire time I lived in the apartment (I hadn’t yet been diagnosed with Lymphatic Plastic Bronchitis yet.) And in hindsight, while despite how it may seem I actually really like Arizona, I’d made plenty of friends and had I been living there unencumbered by Jen and her family I would have done just fine and would probably still be living there.

Here’s the proof that I’m not a liar. Jen and I were living in the van at this point having been manipulated out of the section 8 apartment building which Jen’s disability stipend had paid for during the two years before I arrived and was still paying for the day her and I left Arizona. The van’s electronics and computers had been hijacked by her brother Ben, computer wiz exraordinaire and it had been immobile the last three months in Phoenix during the nation’s shutdown in temperatures exceeding 125 degrees by 9am. I had to have us towed to four separate locations with us living in it during those three monthsto keep us noth alive and safe… Keeping her conscious, let alone alive was a ridiculous feet which I miraculously managed only with the Grace of Jushua.

Below is the contents of this email sent to Jessica, January 28,2021

Char Baker is George’s Squeeze….so what if she doesnt show up in your friends list. She doesn’t show up on my friends list either. George and Jen were together 20 years…. so you sure as hell know him, don’t you? And she stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself to me…. fucking stupid. And you and your worthless mom unblock the messages I sent to you both at the same time I sent one to Char and the next day you and mumsy took the time to unblock me and saw those messages.

You can be straight with me and I’ll take you off my radar or you pretend to be ignorant and I’ll continue scrutinizing you and Ben, your piece of shit brother who’s been naked from the waist down in front of his 17 year old daughter while she was sitting two feet from his nasty unwashed balls. Jen walked in on them. I walked in on them french kissing. She lived in his bedroom with him the entire time she’s been in Arizona…. instead of sleeping on the futon couch I bought and told her she could have and sleep in the living room.Let me guess, sis…. Tierny was just checking his prostate for a lump? Or maybe he had a fever and she was checking his temperature rectally?

Query; How stupid are those excuses? Now compare those excuses with all the bullshit excuses I have heard from all of you explaining why Char Baker, a complete stranger to me, stepped out of the shadows to tell me some bullshit?Since you can’t be real, I’ll just asume you’re a fucking dirtbag and you’ll remain with the rest of your magget ridden inner family.

You people really disgust me…. you’re all fucking liars and you’re all fucking stupid.Your brother kept your sister overmedicated and locked in her bedroom when I arrived in arizona. He lived rent free, payed $300on rent with her money and spent the other $500 of her FUCKING DISABILITY STIPEND which was a pittence…. he buys booze for and thenscroggs his own daughtef who dribbles moon blood all over the fucking apartment every month and not fucking one of you called Jen aftershe OD’d (she was so fucking scared of being stalked and approached by drivers that knew her by name….) Fuck you Jessica.

Jen is better off without you fucks. Ben kicked her out of the apartment she paid for for over a year and then called the cops on me inhopes I’d get arrested. The cops that approached me ended up filing an incident report with me and sent it to the Property’s Fraud nvestigators. I got the cop’s ID card and he wrote the incident report number on. Your brother is now under investigation by the very policeman he fraudulebtly called on me….. tell him he’s a fucking retard and remind him that every time he’s tried to screw mewith deception it’s back-fired on him. Fucking sanctimonious prick. And apparently the maggotty apples don’t fall far from the tree in your family….Jen being the only eception….maybe the stroke revived your family’s lost humanity?

POCUS- CADDABRA: Taro Readings, Self Hypnosis and other Metaphysical (Supernatural) Haberdasheries. February of 2021.

They say you should never go to bed angry and I havent in a long time…until tonight. And sure as shit I’m dreaming about demons and shit. So, this is my shedding that negativity in the only therapeutic way I know how.

All this talk about wanting to go to church…all this talk about about trying to get away from witchcraft…all this talk about about how down and depressed you feel consulting with the tarot cards…

Here’s what I got from your tarot reading tonigh;

1. You dont give a damn about my feelings.

2. You don’t give a damn about my wishes.

3. You dont give a damn about my comfort.

4. You don’t give a damn that its in violation of my faith.

5. You don’t give a damn about the harm it caused me when I was exposed to it during my anthropological studies.

6. You don’t give a damn that I take you at your word.

All week you’ve been blowing smoke up my ass about how you put that shit aside and then lied to me and blew it off every time I looked over your shoulder and saw the same old shit. You don’t give a damn when I say I don’t want to participate in it. So be it.

I don’t want hear your crap about wanting us to go to church together anymore. You don’t need church, you hot your deck of cards. You don’t need the good book, you got your youtube mediums. You dont need to ask me where I’m going or why I’m leaving or why I’m upset…. just consult the spirits and divine the answer you seek from them.

Jeezum Crow, what a fucking day. It started with my ole lady waking me up to the sound of her stroking out in the bed next to me… she couldn’t talk, couldn’t breath, couldn’t even pantomime so naturally I called 911. And then I’m doing 60 down the road trying to keep up with the ambulance while simultaneously swerving in and out of the traffic that resumes behind said ambulance.

And then I’m waiting in the ER for about half an hour before they call my name and escort me to room 114 where said ole lady is being poked and prodded by numerous intern nurses. All well and good, she’s here now and she’s breathing and smiling and so I close my eyes to finish the beauty sleep from which I was so unceremoniously awoken…

And then it dawns on me that I left all my windows rolled down and both of our wallets and her iPad are sitting on the front passenger’s seat just begging to be stolen… so I scurry out of the building like a cock-roach under a spotlight to secure my van only to be denied re-entry into the hospital (a covid19 precautionary security measure…)

But wait, there’s more… I fall out in my van waiting for my phone to zizzle. And hour goes by and then passes another when the breakfast it didn’t get to eat combined with the high level of panic that replaced said breakfast catch up to me. I make my way back home to grab a sandwich and have one of the roomates call down to the hospital for a status update; “Well,” they explain, “she discharged herself against our advice and she left 4 minutes ago….”

FUCK FUCK FUCK.