The threats started in 2020 with over time progressively getting worse. When you’re in fear of your life, and you don’t know what’s going on with you, the insinuations that have been used brings a person to a state of hypersensitivity in the panic state. You get to a point to where every little sound will make you jump straight up out of your skin. These kinds of threats you can explain them, and especially it’s really hard to try to explain them when you’re in the hypersensitive panicking mode. These threats mixed with other things that they were doing at that time throwing rocks at my window or at my door beaten on my door at 2:00 in the morning, consistently showing up behind you and scaring you from behind. All this happening with the intent of keeping you in a constant state of fear.

“The Smell of Fear”

It wasn’t until late September 2021 that I came to fully understand “what the smell of fear” actually was. I was on the street in the San Pedro area of San Antonio. There was this black guy who was homeless, that happened to come around when I was at Haven for Hope in July, that couldn’t talk which tends to be somewhat frustrating trying to understand what he’s trying to say. This being the second time that I have ran into him, or it was actually the opposite, him running into me. I was at Quick Trip where I was about to leave, he had said something about he had known where to sleep for the night, low-key. Me being naive and just being by myself, I was scared, I mean it was a familiar face but then again it wasn’t because I really didn’t know him at all. So, he takes me to this house that’s being built. It’s late, I’m not familiar with the area. I’m scared, you know, a lot of factors were involved at that point in time. So I follow him to this new built house, and move through the construction, and we go upstairs to the second floor, and we’re like trying to be really quiet and stay low-key. During this time, the lens to my glasses came out again. So at that point I could not see. Right after that, there were some voices by the door outside. He started telling me that they were trying to come in and kidnap me, to be really quiet, that he was trying to keep me away from being kidnapped. And then at the same time he was trying to get me to understand that he was trying to hit it, and I’m like what are you serious??!! No, thank you, not that I was going to in the first place. Sentence during this time I’ve been quiet that he was typing on my tablet you know just be quiet they’re trying to find you. Continually raising my fear levels. The way I shook on the inside, it felt like a tornado inside me. And I started sweating, I couldn’t see to gather my things that were out on this plywood floor. And I was trying to be quite trying to see all these factors involved all of a sudden I smelled this very distinct smell that I will never forget, but I cannot describe it. It was at this point in time that I realized what I was smelling and what the phrase actually means and the very real sense of “the smell of fear.”

When you begin to smell something, and, you start to look around and wondering to yourself, “What is THAT I smell?” Almost as if you are looking for a skunk nearby. “Naw, it can’t be a skunk.” Even though you can’t quite put your finger on it. Then it slowly begins to sink in, THIS is the smell of fear….

But it’s not JUST the smell of fear…IT’S YOUR FEAR THAT YOU SMELL!!!!

It’s a smell that’s distinct but, yet, indescribable. The scent and the horror that came with the scent is something that will never leave you!

I had finally just dozed off when we had gotten woke up by the police telling us to leave or that we would be arrested. Again I smell my own fear because I’m desperate, vulnerable, scared along with all the other factors involved. The last thing I was trying to do was to make or to cause any trouble. With not being able to see, still trying to gather my things and trying to run out as quietly as possible. Scared out of my wits that these supposed people were still on the street looking for me to kidnap me, as he had gotten me to believe. This was a total brainwashing to say the least. 

Threats of all kinds…made by many combined with years of unknown 24/7 surveillance, stripping you of your right to privacy, being kept in so much fear that you are literally being SCARED TO DEATH…every attempt of getting away to safety is manipulated,  denied, transferred, not believed, or profiled as crazy… and suddenly it starts to hit you, you CANNOT call out for help SAFELY, SECURELY OR PRIVATELY..

it’s more than a desperation, it’s more than frantically panicking, it’s way deeper than everything that’s humane…and it’s EVERY BIT OF HORROR THAT’S INCOMPREHENSIBLE !!! 

When you realize that you were so afraid and any and all attempts of trying to call out for help are being blocked by one way or another. Like trying to use the motel room phone. When it was working just a few minutes prior to you trying to call out for help. Suddenly it’s either no dial tone at all or a busy signal. No matter what you try to do, the phone will NOT work. Or you’re trying to charge your phone, and suddenly you look down, and you see the cord is unraveling, OUT OF NOWHERE!! Or your phone is so hot it burns your hand. And even though it’s on the charge, it’s losing charge and there’s only like 3%, and you only have a small window of time to be able to get through to somebody to please help you that you’re in danger.

When you realize that anytime you try to get any kind of help from anybody or just even whispering to yourself that you wish you can get some help, for somebody to save you. And you realize that all attempts are being redirected. Or that the person that you thought you were going to and trusting in.  Saying “please help me, please help me. I’m in danger.” Was actually your attacker. Or that it was your attacker all along. 

Or when you do finally get through, for example, calling the battered women’s shelter or the trafficking hotline or any of the other numerous support lines, desperately seeking refuge in a safe place. You are frantically panicking, scared out of your living wits because your window of opportunity is rapidly closing. Praying your phone actually does dial through, and that a REAL person actually answers.

About this time you’ve been fighting for however long it’s been, you cannot speak because of your stuttering. You can’t think, so you cannot explain what the problem is. Your brain isn’t able to process anything, you are spiraling, all because you know it’s only seconds before your chance is up. And guess what???

You are put you through to another phone number or another email. Or direct you to another line or another shelter. At this point it’s not even useful trying anymore because there’s not going to be another opportunity. And at this point they’re either going to go through your phone or they already know what you’re doing. And you’re not going to get another chance anytime soon. 

BEWARE: Threats made under the disguise of “third party stories”

Using a story about someone else is a way that they are getting around the loopholes of the laws. It’s not a direct threat to you, yet suggestive. Using the indirect/direct approach. This was done in both the brainwashing and threats. Here I’m going to focus on the threat part.

Situation One

Sunday, July 4th 2021, I was staying at the Haven for Hope shelter. There were four of us that decided to go for a walk to see if we can find a place to see the fireworks. While walking, I was walking on the outside of the sidewalk on the road. This guy Nate came on the side of me and told me to be on the inside of him. That there were people that recruit during the time of July 4th and that I could be kidnapped by somebody driving by and grabbing me. That’s this time of recruiting with gangs, trafficking, etc. Then he just starts talking like telling me that yeah they have people that they have to go in people’s clouds and mess with their clouds and followed them and so forth, indicating about the organized stalking.  And I’m just walking along, and I’m thinking to myself, why is this dude telling me information from what it sounds like he shouldn’t be talking about. So I was just walking with the crowd and just listening as he continued to talk, telling me that he was supposed to be a trainer, and they told him that he talked too much. Out of everything that he was talking about, what stood out the most was that he had told me that it’s not several people that owns a person, it’s one family that owns a person.  

So when this guy Nate started talking about all this recruiting and everything, it seemed like the story fit from what I had experienced a couple of days prior.  

Two days later 

I’m sitting at a table by myself in the courtyard, Nate comes by and sits down next to me, whom I haven’t spoken with since the 4th. And he just starts talking about his baby’s mama, how she had been working since he was 17 and that the family that owns her will owns her for a total of 7 years. And at the end of 7 years, they give her a choice whether she wants to stay or not. He’s also talking about how it’s traumatizing and how she don’t get any sleep and how she’s always tired, but they supply her with stuff to keep her up. And he’s going on just as if this conversation was a mutual conversation when I was very content being to myself. 

Again having to do with my situation directly, which of course was very upsetting. Triggering the stuttering as well as me shaking uncontrollably. To where, I had got up and spoke with Mrs. Debra about it, telling her I did not want him near me or to talk to me ever again. It spooked me that much 

Situation Two  

On March 31st, I had a therapy appointment that my case manager ordered a Lyft to take me there. While on our way, we were having small talk and I had admitted that I was a victim of trafficking. When we got there, he turned around and looked directly at me, and he said “be careful because I heard on the news somewhere, not here, but it was somewhere else that they were using Lyft drivers to take the girls and take them to other places.” (In other words, they were kidnapping the girls.) so make sure to share your locations with others. My caseworker knows exactly where I’m going at all times because she is the one that orders my Lyft rides!!!

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From the Beginning

Shanea extorts $900 for a gun I didn’t steal, threatens to kill me for not paying the last $200 that her dad told me not to pay

When Shanea accused me of stealing her gun, she told me that her dad had put it in his name and that he paid $900 for it. That I had to pay her back for a gun that I REALLY did NOT steal. When I was finally able to get to being able to ask her dad about it, he told me that he couldn’t have any guns in his name. That he couldn’t pass the screening being a convicted felon. By that time, I had already given her $700. He told me that he wouldn’t give her the last $200. Of which, I didn’t. And when I didn’t, she threatened to kill me.

Labor Day Weekend 2018, her dad invited me to go to the coast with him to take a break and get away. (From all the stalking going on that I didn’t realize at that time. He also EXPECTED me to pay for that trip with sex , that I was NOT aware of. Or I would NOT have gone. And BTW, to any sex worker, “Time off” means NO ONE is getting any. That’s when she needs to rest her body! EXPECTATING a sex worker to “pay” with sex, IS STILL WORK!)

Anyways, I had to get that out…

I don’t know why he had told Shanea that he was going to pick me up and take me to the coast that weekend, but when we got to his house, she was there. He had to sneak me in and she terrorized me for more than FIVE HOURS. We couldn’t even leave. It was “mighty funny” how I wasn’t getting any calls for work at all, UNTIL I WASN’T in town to be able to work. (FINANCIAL CONTROL).

As an end note, the weekend at the coast, I was totally miserable. I had two choices, stand out in the sun, and I’m very fair complicated and would burn bad. Or sit in the truck, of which I did. I sat straight up for too long, so my back locked up. Her dad got pissed because I didn’t give him any, even though he got a blowjob on the way there, and I just couldn’t do anything with my back out. And I did not realize that my phone was being secretly recorded that weekend. When I got back, I introduced the first website that I made.

Attempted Murder by Mike Brown

I spent the weekend with Mike in Houston to watch the Astros play twice that weekend. That is the weekend that I did the four-hour photoshoot with my first corset in. At that point in time I had given him $700 to build my website, so I was cornering him about it that I needed. In other words, if I was going to be the owner if I’m paying for it then I needed to know all the admin, and I wasn’t getting those kinds of answers. I know his wife was bugging him all weekend long, and he was going crazy about that. But as soon as we started getting ready to leave on, his whole demeanor changed.

While sitting outside waiting on the valet to bring his car, which was his wife’s Mercedes-Benz that we were in, He turned a complete asshole. Just mean really. So we get in the car, we start going, and you know he’s on the phone back and forth with his wife I know he’s got the attitude about that. But even though he had an attitude about that part, he never had once through the weekend took it out on me at until we got up to leave.  

First, He tries to flip his car off the overpass

We stop at Buc-ee’s to go get gas and I cornered him at the gas tank about the website, and he lied to me which I knew he lied to me. I was basically wanting to see what he had to say because I knew he was lying anyway. We visit to Buc-ee’s for a little while, I grab some stones and grab some drinks and some eats. We get back on the interstate and I mean I don’t know where it came from, he just blew up, and it scared the shit out of me. And he started threatening to flip the car off the interstate overpass. I’m sitting here screaming at the top of my lungs freaking out because he’s skipping the car like he’s I mean he’s literally trying to flip it.

Then he tries to stuff me in the trunk of his car

So we get off the overpass, and he stops on the side of the interstate, and he’s trying to pull me out of the car and threatens to put me in the trunk of the car. By this time the drinks are spilled everywhere that we just got I’m screaming because it’s pulling me out of the car and I know that if he gets me out of the car, 9 times out of 10 he is going to leave me on this side of the highway on somewhere in Houston don’t know where on that scared the death and freaking out.He has the trunk open, And he kept the trunk open, blocking the back window to where I could not see out at all. The door windows were blacked out to where I couldn’t see out and in between the fighting But him trying to put me in the trunk of the car I end up in the back seat, and I’m not going anywhere else, I refused.

Then he PRETENDS to be talking to a cop (Street Theatre)

So all of a sudden he says something about you better be quiet, or the cops are going to end up coming. Well then honest sudden he acts like he’s talking to a cop And the whole time he’s doing you know both voices, and he’s doing the whole skit. Well I happened to find a crack and one of the windows to where I could see just a little bit, and he’s sitting there outside on the side of the interstate at night talking to himself acting like he’s talking to a cop. This is what’s called street theater in the literal sense.  

THEN, he supposedly has “war flashbacks” inbetween cussing me out

He finally gets in the car, and I’m still trying to figure out where the hell on that with my phone. Then all of a sudden he acts like he’s going through a flashback In war. And he’s doing all the command sounds, and he’s doing the input tree and the helicopters in the whole nine yards, but then you know I mean it was believable at first. But then he would be like conscious of what I was doing in the back seat, and he would start cussing me out, and then he’d go right back into the war flashback, and then he’d start causing me out, and it was like you’re acting this shit The whole time you’re acting all this after all of which you’ve done You’re acting all of this stuff out completely.  Needless to say we went through the whole ride from Houston to San Antonio like this with me curled up on the floorboard, shaking, totally frightened of him and having to be quiet, with him and acting like he’s in war and then coming out being completely conscious of me and what I’m doing in the back and I how I need to be quiet and how I’ve done this, that and the other.  

THEN he causes a scene at my place, thinking he is coming in. Neighbor calls the manager, he has to come out and tell him to leave… AT 4 AM

So we get to InTown suites on Bandera, And I’m thinking of myself “My God if I get into the room it’ll be a freaking miracle.” And I knew I could not let him in the room because he would not leave if I did. Sure enough he made a whole big scene woke up neighbors, the whole nine yards. The manager came by, and I had told the manager thatI wouldn’t open the door until he leaves. By the time he left, it was 5:30/6 am. I was supposed to be available for calls at 7:00. I was so shaken up I can hardly see straight.  

I get into the shower, I’m feeling so violated that I stay in the shower scrubbing myself to the point of bledding for more t han an hour. I refused to talk to him after that.

Up until a year later, where he contacted me on Tumblr under the name of obsession of things. 

Written on Tumblr on September 5th, 2018, “Being Violated”

I had passed out from the amount of back pain I was in. Woke up, from the pain, to this guy who was supposed to be helping me pack, in my bed jerking off, while fucking with my breast. The pain put me back out again. I don’t even know if he finished or what even happened. Basically, he was raping me in my sleep.

August 9th, 2019, Hung myself FOUR Times in less than an hour’s time FOR Tristen/Issac

Tristen/ Issac, a well-dressed well-educated black man, good-looking, great with sex, comes in the first meeting whispers in my ear, “You’re going to be my sub.”

Then he begins to chat with me, to build rapport.  

He starts to see me on a once a week basis. Somehow, the surrounding clients stopped coming around. Like my sex life is being totally controlled. Every time I go to masturbate on my own, the phone rings, or I was somehow interrupted. Not knowing I’m being spied on, with it all being timed just right. I began to be blocked when I masturbated. Because I began to anticipate the phone interrupting me or whatever else they could figure out on how to interrupt me during that time. So then I couldn’t come. I then began to be dependent upon his visits to get me off.  

Then he wants me to submit to him. To be in slave position when he comes in. 

I begin to trust him, and trust EVERYTHING IN HIM, not one lie I tell him. He knows my whole family life, all of my childhood, names, dates. Literally everything. I didn’t hold anything back. He contacts once a day in the morning, majority of the time. He sits and listens and sit, and I divulge everything.  

He came in one day. I had bought a chain leash and a chain dog choker, of which I had felt peace within from my training as a BDSM slave many years ago. Thirty years to be exact. I kept both hanging on my closet door. I was in slave position one, on my knees. He hung the leash on the door, put the choker around my neck, pulled his dick out and told me to come suck it. I TRUSTED IN HIM SO MUCH, I HUNG MYSELF TRYING TO OBEY HIM. HE KEPT PULLING AWAY. HE thought that I had come. I didn’t. I had actually hung myself, and that was waste from me hanging myself to obey him.

Being knocked out, I thought he had woken me up. He said he didn’t wake me up, that I had woken up on my own. Waking up in a puddle of my own piss from hanging myself for him, to obey him. FOUR TIMES IN LESS THAN AN HOUR’S TIME. I was weak for more than a weak. The thing about it is….NOT ONE MARK AROUND MY NECK FROM THE CHAIN…NOT ONE. BUT MY FACE WAS BLOOD SHOT FROM HANGING MYSELF. 

A Conversation About Having A “Noose” Around My Neck

This conversation was on the same day that Tristen/Issac put the chair around my neck and had me hang myself for him. In this conversation, the first thing you read about is the Spiritual abuse that I had been enduring for a year. (At the time I had no idea that I was going through radition burns from Directed Energy Weapns, ALONG WITH the SRA.) The cyber stalking and cyber harassment

To Explain What That Meant To ME

So that you have a clear understanding ofThe what my hanging myself for Tristan really represented, I’m going to give you a small crash course in BDSM. First off, IT IS NOT WHAT YOU SEE IN PORN!!!! IT IS NOT A DOMINANT JUST BOSSING A SUBMISSIVE AROUND JUST BECAUSE. This is called ABUSE, IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD!!!

What BDSM truly represents is simply how a REAL relationship should be. In order to do the Total Power Exchange or TPE, where the submissive OFFERS her or his GIFT of SUBMISSION. What that means is the submissive is WILLING to be a submissive or a slave TO that Master or Mistress. BOTH Roles are seen AS EQUAL. You can not be Dominate without a submissive and vise versa. The submissive is ALWAYS the one in control. The GIFT is GIVEN, NOT taken, to ALLOW the Dominate to be in control. Also, there can ONLY be ONE Master.

Before a Dominate can control another person’s life, they MUST FIRST have mastered their own lives before taking the RESPONSIBILITY of another’s. The Dominate MUST ALWAYS have the submissive’s the best interest FOR THE SUBMISSIVE.

In order to do this total power exchange, YOU MUST FIRST BE COMPLETELY HONEST WITH YOURSELF as well as WITH WHO IS TAKING OWNERSHIP OF YOU, AND YOU ALSO MUST TRUST 100,000% INTO EACH OTHER. If there is no trust and honesty WITH each other, there is no dynamic. And one or both can end up dying.

The kink that comes with BDSM is simply a way to expand the mind and to further your boundaries, therefore allowing you to push your body beyond its normal limits. There is a protocol and an etiquette that is followed in order to have the dynamic.

Now, speaking from experience, when a submissive or a slave gives themselves to their Dominant, they go through extensive physical, mental, emotional as well as spiritual changes. Most submissive’s do not understand what they’re going through at this point, just as I didn’t. It’s a very deep experience for the submissive. For me to give MY life Four times in less than an hour’s time meant I gave everything that I could ever give, down to my life. There’s nothing more that I could ever give to “please” him. This also meant that I was “hook, line and sinker” as far as loyality and dedication towards him and to the so-called kind of relationship that we had. It meant that no matter what, I was going to try my best to make it work.

A deep appreciation from a REAL Dominate for giving your life would reward their submissive for doing such an act. What ended up happening was

He can strangle, and NEVER LEAVE ONE MARK

IT’S SO SCARY!!!! One time, he took one of my shirts out of the closet and put it around my neck, and choked me out that way, NOT ONE MARK AROUND MY NECK.  

Another time, he took the strap to my heeled sandle, the straps were long as they wrapped around my leg. He took the strap of my sandle, and choked me out. AGAIN, NOT ONE MARK AROUND MY NECK. NOT ONE 

The Treacha Strangulation

I’ve been having this link for a good while now. Looking back at this the other day, gave me horrible cold chills down my spine. This is the way that Tristen/Issac would choke me. I know because I would always think that he was going to crush my wind pipe. And I would move his fingers where they needed to be.

 

May 11th, 2020 Tristen “Burying me sounds fun” as I’m pledging myself to him completely as his BDSM slave

After hanging myself FOUR TIMES in less than an hour, to the point of excreting waste. Then being pushed off. And now I’m left with the last words he said to me thon this night as I pledged myself to him wholy was “burying you sounds fun.” Yea this did give me the total creeps!!!!

May 29th, 2020 Tristen’s “other” number “You can run but you can’t hide”

I met Mr. Tristan/Tristen in July 2017. Here in the first two screenshots is Tristen under “Carmine Carmichael” first dated September 2017 through October 2017. In the third screenshot, that was taken January 2022. He is admitting that his name is Tristen.

October 29th, 2022

Found the above screenshots changed to these 3 screenshots. I mean it’s obvious who is doing this, because this is the second time that these screenshots have been changed. The first time it was at the end of September. This time though, more was changed, look below. All while I was working on this page from my msrogueofsa.net website. That’s when I decided to copy everything to this site!!! I mean it’s not like I don’t have about 5 websites made because of this reason anyways.

To explain the tweet below, May 2020 I got a death threat “you can run, but you can’t hide…” from the SAME phone number he has contacted me with before. Even though he denies it and will deny it no matter what. His excuse was that he had gotten hacked. In August 2021 when I was left on the concrete at Starbucks, I met up with a guy and a girl that were also “homeless.” During our conversation about the stalking I had been dealing with as well as being targeted, she introduces me to Cathy O’Brien, asking me to bring up YouTube on my Tablet. She specifically looks for this one particular video that is over an hour long. While watching it, with her skipping some parts of it here and there. We get to the part where Cathy describes the death threats that she had been receiving, the SAME death threat “you can run, but you can’t hide”.

This “chance” meeting with this girl who out of “chance” brings up this very specific video showing me THIS SAME EXACT DEATH THREAT that I had gotten from “ONE” of “Tristen’s” phone number FIFTEEN MONTHS after I had received that death threat is definitely NOT a quinky dink.

I was told the same thing last year pic.twitter.com/iezKn75a6c

— Breaking the Silence (@Rights4SWers) August 15, 2021

October 29th, 2022, The above screenshots was changed to these two

June 6th, 2020

October 29th, 2022, The above was changed to these below

June 11th, 2020, Sir Lot/ Justin Hernandez “Reactive Abuse”. After Crossing Boundaries KIK Bombong and Email Bombing He Threatens to blast me everywhere

October 29th, 2022 The above screenshot was changed to the picture of me below, Which was one of the 2 pics used in my first backpage ad, that was when I first met Tristen/Issac

Let’s make this clear, ONE MORE TIME, EXPLOITING me.

June 15th, 2020 2:30 am

October 29th, 2022 The above screenshot was changed to this one below which I had used in my blog I wrote “To be a person of passion & fire”.

So, I have to ask, can you tell the sick game that is being played yet????

July 15, 2020 Gary Kelley

October 29th, 2022 The above two screenshots of “Gary Kelley” was changed to these below.

The picture of me crying I took while I was at Haven for Hope shelter July 2021 when my back had put me down due to having to carry twice than my weight that also had put my right hip out of socket. (No Touch Torture Technique) and Mrs. Debra wouldn’t allow me to have any ice to put on my back to calm the swelling down. At this point, I was  temporarily paralyzed. The screenshot is of a spam call which I do believe is code, just haven’t figured out quiet yet what “maa.dls.gsa” mean…yet.

January 7th, 2021 Cappy on my Facebook Suggestions

March 6th, 2021 “You are going to be alone”

March 2021 Memory Warping, April 2021 Woke up to door being opened and then the “Kidnapping Threat”

Found April 4th, 2021 in my Firefox browser, On February 3rd, 2021 someone added the site academia.edu (that I have never heard of) the username as “sa” and the password as “targeted”

July 18th, 2021 While staying at Haven for Hope (Concentration Camp), Went to San Pedro’s Park to swim & cool down from the heat, Second time ever going to the park and voodoo dolls is what I found

July 29th, 2021 Was looking on Facebook for Apartments and I find this black guy in a coffin for $900

August 7th, 2021 I find in my Facebook Friend’s suggestions that my name is called out. In code “Michelle Thibodeaux stays in coffin”

“Coffin for $900, Micheal Thibodeaux, stacy coffin, and I was left on the concrete at Starbucks at Thousand Oaks sleeping right by a concrete bench that looks like a coffin”

July 22nd, 2021 A reminder “it can be anytime, anywhere. I’ll never know who when or where” by taking my braclet off my wrist while I was sleeping on the concrete at Haven for Hope Shelter and placing it right next to someone else’s bags.

It was a “subtle that’s NOT so subtle” taunting to keep me in fear by this little “innocent, not so innocent” gesture. Innocent LOOKING enough that if I went to talk to one of the workers at the shelter about it, it would immediately be shrugged off and dismissed, but just enough to terrorize the living shit out of me. Considering what I had already been through.

August 3rd, 2021 After being terrorized out of Haven for Hope Shelter, I got “trained” for a week on how to be “street” homeless. This is the bed I made out of a pallet with a sheet with cardboard boxes underneath, using one of my bags as a pillow right behind a dumpster to hide away from anyone seeing me.

August 5th, 2021 I was taken to stay underneath an overpass while it was raining for the day.

August 6th 2021, after a week of being trained in how to be straight homeless and walking miles and miles carrying two times more than my weight (no touch torture) which has led to my white hip socket going out and not  being able to put it back into socket not to mention having back disabilities, I was left on the concrete at Starbucks on Thousand Oaks Drive in Northeast side of San Antonio, all alone all by myself on the side of town that I was not familiar with and did not have any money. 

The shell shock that I experienced didn’t hit until the next morning. The kicker of it all is I WAS LEFT NEXT TO A CONCRETE BENCH THAT ACTUALLY WAS SHAPED AND LOOKED LIKE A COFFIN. (Kinda messed up huh)

By the time I have called the cops to report everything, I was experiencing the shell shock and really could not own explain that I was in it at the time, so when the cops showed up they immediately asked me when my last mental episode was. To which case I asked for their names, of which they did not give me. They profiled me which is illegal to do and had they listen to me at all instead of profiling me as well as had better training and not be narcissistic they would have been able to recognize that I was traumatized and had gotten me some help instead of doing what they’ve done which is sticking me right back what I was trying to get away from. 

December 7th, 2021

February 2022 “Policy Genius Life Insurance” Text and Phone calls. Each one is seen as a death threat, totaling here as Six Threats. Telling me to get my “affairs in order”

March 31st, 2022 Lyft driver warns me “in third person story” to be careful that drivers are not bringing females to their destinations. That their are bringing them to the traffickers. And made to specify that he had heard this on the news, “not here somewhere else.”

April 2nd, 2022, My TV channel was changed from NCIS New Orleans to Most Likely To Murder not once but TWICE!

April 2nd, 2022, Search under msrogueofsa

April 3rd, 2022, Twice I woke up to my TV having a blue screen, which has NEVER happened, Looked like the blue screen of death and I do NOT have a smart TV on purpose, again indicating death

May 13th, 2022 Mother’s Day Weekend