Probably longer than that, but all I know is I met this girl named Shanea Hickman off of Tagged.Com and over the years we’ve became very close being online friends. She lives in San Antonio Texas and was married to a bandido. In 2015 I was living in New Castle Pennsylvania. We were talking on the phone and she was telling me about her divorce that she was going through and how he was stalking her and following her and the kids and this and that the other and I’d have been nice I said well you can come on up here if you need to. I just had a major back problems and I said well you can help me out you know with some things there’s a lot I couldn’t do it the time. And that was the beginning of my hell, literally.
She got up there I guess any end of July it’s right two weeks before school started. She mainly started like in a way taken
P⅞.over the whole house in a way I mean one of those things that you can tell. Just like getting up really early and getting my son off to school. You know getting really close to him and she seemed like she was taking on a total mother figure in my home.
Now I know me and my son we we were having a you know problems it could have gotten bad it could have gotten to where you know with his anger and stuff because I know with my health problems he was holding a lot of aggression because he had a lot of responsibility but trying to help me in my back because at that point in time I wasn’t really able to do much I didn’t know what was going on with my back and it was just me and him. But no matter what throughout everything that we went through we were still close I mean he missed my miracle child you know.
All I can tell you is about two weeks into school I was taking a nap and all I I remember I barely remember being woke up by CPS saying that we’re going to take my son and it was made to look like he had called CPS which I went into a panic and a total meltdown, More like a total breakdown. They took my best friend from me. Well I can tell you I was suicidal I ended up in the hospital for suicidal tendencies and when I came back to my apartment I had asked Shana to leave I felt guilty this whole time for it but I know I shouldn’t When she first got there she would bring up things like the evil eye stuff like that you know So I look back on it and I see where she started working on me and the very beginning of things.
Well after I asked her to leave when I got back I started going through things in my living room and I found all of Ashton’s stuff hidden under the cushions and it was made out to look like that he had done the packing you know hiding things to take with him. And throughout the time of me thinking that or feeling like he would kill me I can remember sitting on the floor in the living room looking at all that stuff under the cushions and stuff that I found and I wondered why he kept me alive You know that’s what it was made out to be and after I wondered that I I seem to have answered myself and said you know to torture me for the rest of my life.
And so thats where my story begins. Actually to go back and you some more history that you need so when i get to those points in the story, you can understand better.
A little bit of history first
It was 13 years ago my son was 7 we were in Gulfport, Biloxi, Long Beach Mississippi. On July 3rd that year when we were at the beach in Biloxi When we came home to take showers I was in my shower after his to get the sand off and that’s where I heard the snap of his leg. He ended up having a twisted fracture in his femur. Come to find out he had a cyst as large as his thigh bone was. After he healed we moved to California then back to Baton rouge then to Knoxville Tennessee then to Goshen Indiana.
It was that that point that I called my mother and asked her to get help to get home because one more time a man told me phone Boston a story and had me go gallivanting all over the damn United State And of course it’s not what I was told. Well you see, mu mother has always had this thing about I needed some kind of help, ok. In 10th grade she took me out of class to bring me to the coroner’s office to get him to commit me into an all girls home and the corner told her that I was just being a regular teenager. And it’s always something with her she always wanted me to be in some kind of program that she thought I needed be in. So when I asked her for some help she had me promise her that I would come home and get an exorcism done that I was possessed. Of course that was an ultimatum and I had no choice but to make promise. Of which time she Worked at the Catholic diocese for 17 years. So okay Mom I’ll promise. So I get home And at least make the effort and talk to the priest. First of all the priest was a retired priest that cannot even sign the paperwork for the exorcism. he proceeds to tell me that there would be a young Man priest and a young woman priest to do the exorcism that he would be present but could not sign the paperwork the certificate. Secondly I had to tell of all of my sexual partners from the time out of seven when I started getting molested, by my adopted dad’s side of the family. Seem like that side of the family just decided since I was not good that I could be messed with by several of them over the years… My mother’s precious that she had her precious to the kids from my brother and sister…. Anyways, well sexual partners let’s see I don’t know how many I’ve had over the years. Its a lot, besides that I didn’t feel like that this none of his damn business and I felt like that was my mother trying to get information on anything she can to manipulate me with. And it felt very violating considering he was a retired priest as it was. Third thing was I had to refrigerate everybody out already forgiven. And then didn’t make any sense to me because why would I go backwards in my life that had just done all that on my own. But you know my mother she with her two-faced hypocrisy and her Catholic diocese that she worked for because she saw my pagan pentacle fall out my shirt that was around my neck one time before that I was possessed with the devil. Far from it. Like I said she always seemed to think I’d always need some kind of help whatever it was if she could figure out that I needed it that time whatever it was for her to get me in some kind of home or something.
Well needless to say I broke the promise. I didn’t get an exorcism and my mother and I stopped talking that was 10 years ago now. I’ve always been the scapegoat so between her and her precious other daughter my sister that’s a bitch I got blamed for my dad finding out that she sent me the $200 which she lied to her husband that wasn’t my fault. It’s really ironic and enough that about 6 months after that I ended up doing an exorcism once someone that was possessed which of course got botched and I held it as the host for a weekend but never allowed it to take control of me and send it back to the rightful host. And I’m going to tell you now you’ve gone to have to be a strong in your convictions with God to be able to do something like that so I know for a fact I’m not possessed especially when I did an exorcism six months later. Which by the way I’m finally starting to write part two on.
Anyway you needed to know that because it does come up later So anyway yes I moved to New Castle Pennsylvania coming to find out it is accessible for Demons it’s literally a valley and it’s a dead town totally dead. And this is where we’re at right now almost New Castle Pennsylvania and my story.
Back to the beginning of hell
So that year I ended up going into the hospital for suicidal tendencies three time different times. I was pretty much a blubbering idiot at that point. I was literally morning death of my child of which I had been led to believe or made out to think that 11 and 12 years old he was trying to kill me. And he left or he was gone 2 months before he turned 13. At the time I was living off of $300 a month with the child and food stamps and that’s it. I had no washer and dryer I was literally washing clothes by hand everyday and I’m talking coats for the snow and everything every day by hand in the tub with my back being really bad I had a townhouse and section 8 and I had a potty downstairs because I couldn’t go up the steps. They had me overdosed and overdosed up on medicine and I was fighting social security because I mean I couldn’t work.
They had me on too much fucking medicine that I mean I fucking fall down the stairs past hours don’t know nothing I mean I feel many times a pill when my back and hit the gas stove now to turn the gas on didn’t know it. I fell and I had a walker I thank God cuz I had walked with my walker to the kitchen sink and I fell my legs kept out from underneath me and I hit my stomach has a walker so fucking hard that the tumbler the plastic tumbler I had from Walmart I literally knocked out the bottom of the tumbler the whole circle perfectly knocked out. That’s how hard i hit the top of the walker when my legs gave out at the sink. The cold had me so bad off that I was in the bed six months out of the year every year up there. So in all reality I was pretty much bedridden while I was up there.
These are things that since been in Texas nobody knows or realizes or cared to even take notes of when I did say something about it because since Dana he I can walk and not be so bedridden as long as I push myself to far. Which of course they have a tendency to make sure they do to me. Pushing my body beyond physical capabilities.
Just so you can follow, I do have five different things one with my back. I have two bulging disc and l5 and s1, damaged nerves from hips all the way down to my toes, arthritis, degenerative disease of the spine and fibromyalgia. And what happens is when I do too much or I go past my known limits, the bulging disc swell. When they swell they swell up against the damaged nerves What happens is that causes temporary paralysis. And since I don’t take any medicine at all for all of this being that they put me on so much medicine before. The pain levels that I deal with at that point is so high that my body literally cannot handle that amount of pain and I tend to pass the fuck out from the pain itself. It knocks me completely out and I don’t know it. B I’ve been able to learn that when I start to feel sleeping that I’m getting to the point of passing out now. Now the only way I can not get to this point or to feel better is to have an ice pack on my back or a pack of frozen peas or anything that’s cold at that point I don’t care and sleep. THAT’S IT! Another words it takes getting the swelling from the in the bulges to calm down so that the bulges aren’t pressing up against the nerves. Now that you’ve had a clear understanding about my back and that its MANAGED UNLESS I HAD BEEN MADE TO BE PUSHED BEYOND MY LIMITS.
So now that I’ve gone back through everything looking back all the way back…. At that time I started having a lot of people hit me up on Facebook Messenger out of nowhere I didn’t know where I’d look back and recently and a lot of these names I now know and they all come from Texas The only person that I was involved with it that time was Shanea That’s all I know on that part. Not doing this time I had been fully collared with a steel full slave collar. Also When I finally got my SSI settlement I bought a washer and dryer of course which time when I was in the basement and I was going up to steps I found down the basement steps and broke my right wrist of which I had to have a plate in six screws put in. And walked out of the hospital with me and pain medicine told them to fuck off cuz I needed to get out of there. Lol therapy on my right wrist as well either lol
The first of many… Losing my possessions
Kind of a funny story, When I broke my wrist that morning with the bone sticking straight out I had just walked my collar trying to train myself how to deal with the tightness of the collar around my neck being that im claustrophobic. And of course the hospital knew this with the three times that I’ve been in that hospital in that one year. Well I could not unlock the collar with my left hand being that I’m right-handed And none of my neighbors happen to be home to unlock it for me so I waited 12 hours before I went to the hospital with my bone sticking out. Lol at much time I’m into the hospital and said Thursday hex lock too the collar they had to call meanness to go down and get the lock to find the right size but I had it in my purse the whole time but they had to unlock it for me and like of course I was getting chewed out by all the nurses haha So I leave the hospital that night it starts snowing and I’m in shorts entertained top and I’m walk home in the snow. when I get home, because I have time the doctor and for letting me go home and I would come back to the hospital to schedule the surgery hehe. I’m going to open my back door I find that I’ve been robbed. So in shock again the first time being my one When I go to open my back door to let my neighbor know that I made it home My back door was being open for me for them to come in not a second time but a third time to ride my place. Now I’m going back this far because it seems like it has significance. So here we are this marks the first of many different times of one more the other mean you’re losing my perceptions every time I try to gain something.
So I don’t know what the guy was trying to come back and get for the third time because really that was absolutely nothing fucking love to get the guy cleaned me the fuck out. So I had this old time TV I want to say what time now but anyways a heavy TV before these nice ones came out so the guy couldn’t pick it up obviously that was really the only thing that was left. Now you remember I’m dealing with loosen what I took of dealing with the death of my child okay. A broken arm And now we’re break in or… Actually 2 almost 3 break ins. I was doing all these positive affirmations. I had sticky notes all over the place. Walls, mirrors, just everywhere. So since i couldn’t watch TV, i decided to “READ” IT!!!
Anyways, i had considered Shanea to be like my daughter, ya know. And she had come to me and said, mom i wanna go home. I had told her, that i couldn’t until after i got my settlement check.
Looking back that was the beginning of wasting the money tactic. Because when I got my check I bought all my house solid items that I needed I spent the whole check. When I wished God I would have all an RV that would have been this smartest thing to do. But anyway so I must assume this I bought everything and spent the check she says Mom I’m ready to go let’s go so I ended up having to sell everything and she was living across the state line in Salem Ohio. So I sold everything and I moved in with her until we came here about 3 months. I figured I could go for a fresh new start. I had no idea i was walking into A COMPLETE TOTAL DEVASTATION OF MY LIFE BY THE HANDS OF OTHERS! It’s the most horrific thing to have to sit and watch your life just be shipped off but the little brick chipper or whatever little hammer whatever fits it by bit your life be totally fucking destroyed and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Even though your frantically trying to do something about it to know avail. Its something that just can’t be explained.
The move to San Antonio
Well I have been pretty much better than for 6 months of that point everything straight up in the middle of winter. And actually I had gotten very very sick to where I don’t even remember being sick I have no recollection of it at all. So trying to sell everything and pack up most difficult for me. So me and Shana and Shana supposed boyfriend that she was actually using at the time to get back here got in the van packed up and drove off in the winter snow. I was totally excited to be on the way to a fresh life. Oh God i wish i would’ve known. Sighs. With tears rolling down my cheeks right now.
I got here and step foot on San Antonio Texas oil January 29th 2017
The end of Part 1
This is for the attorney so it may not be done but I need to go ahead and publish these drafts for her to look over everything.
To the attorney constantly these people have made it look like it was my family my mother I’m just like I said I need to go and sit down with you and be able to actually pinpoint everything but I mean it’s just that intricately technically involved in the keep everything in a web like form like a spider web but I’m going to go ahead and publish this for the attorney
Targeted: The New Modern Day Slavery 