Kidnapped, Missing Person, Political Prisoner of the United States, Imprisoned in Plain Sight

     Skid Row may be the headquarters for Los Angeles' fascist leaders.  The shelter, where I've been sleeping, does strange repeats.  Twice, when I got up to use the bathroom, the staff person wouldn't let me sign in, on the required form, and, yelled at me that I stunk, again.  Once, I smelled it, Robotics from Modesto that smell.  Once, I didn't.  I'm soaked with noisy ions, from dirty weapons that were in Portsmouth, Wash.  It's kind of a heavy, dank smell.      This morning, the L.A. Mission security guards started the script where they kick me out of the chapel.  Last time, it was stopped.  As predicted, this time they told me that I couldn't eat breakfast.  They brought me a cup of oatmeal, and, a donut, with a fork.  No coffee.  We've been smelling sewer smells, in spots, around the building, again.  People at the L.A. Mission, the Midnight Mission, and, on the buses have been yelling at me...

 07:45      Yesterday, after dinner, I waited, in line, to enter the homeless shelter.  I entered, when they opened the gate.  I set my stuff down, on a table, to reserve the space, for myself.  I sleep sitting up.  I sat there, for a while.  It was still early, when I went to the bathroom, and, to smoke a cigarette.  I'd left my stuff, on the table, to reserve it.  The attack on me, personal, launched a group of terrorists, on dirty systems, onto me.  I waited outside, in the courtyard, for a while.      When I went back inside, my stuff was on the table.  People were sitting, at that table, again.  My blanket, that had been on top of everything, was gone.  I went outside, and, told security.      I'm devastated.  It was the big, warm blanket that I bought, at Fred Meyer, before Christmas.  My other blanket was in my backpack, when it was stolen.  It was big enough to...

     This morning, around 08:30, I came back to the same PLS store. The cashier spoke quickly, and, spoke over me, again. She demanded a PIN code, from the sender’s receipt. Both PLS, and, ria money transfer have confirmed, repeated, that the money transfer receiver doesn’t need it. I only need my photo-ID, and, the sender had to include my photo-ID number, to confirm. We contacted ria money transfer, for information, in 2022, from Canada. I can’t receive a Western Union money transfer because nobody can get the MTCN number to me. The computer shows an error message, then they want the sender’s documents. We were referred, by friends, to ria money transfer, who’d advertised that you can pick up a money transfer, by name, and, photo-ID, only. Today, the cashier yelled that PLS’ customer service is wrong. She needs the PIN code, to locate the money transfer. The money transfer expires 7 days, from the date that it was sent. The contact information, for this PLS ...

     This morning, we went to PLS, for Sam Hithye to send a ria money transfer to me.  He was behind, about 3.8, and out-of-cloak.  I asked the teller to confirm that I only needed my Oregon state-ID, to pick up a money transfer.  Sam Hithye gave them my ID number.      This afternoon, at around 14:30, we returned, to the PLS store.  They wouldn't give me the ria money transfer.  She asked, repeated, for a tracking number, and, a PIN code.  Sam Hithye had told me that he didn't have either.  He'd confirmed that I only need my photo-ID, to pick up a ria money transfer.  We left.      I left my bag of food, and, a juice box, on a bus, again.  I'd just been given lots of snacks, and, a loaf of bread, this morning.      Twice, I received error messages, from the ATM machine, on a check balance, for my accounts held by Key Bank, and, U.S. Direct Express.  I have no cash.   ...

     I've lost everything.  I remain unaccompanied.  I can't get any of my DEBIT cards, nor, Sam Hithye's credit card to work.  I have no cash.  My web accounts, including Google and E-mail, are all hacked.      The fascists are demanding that I go to the homeless shelter, request an appointment for housing, and, apply for income-based units.  They want to use my SSDI income as my only income, and, fraudulently qualify me, using U.S. military systems.  My SSDI income has been incorrect, short, since last December, because they hacked my checking account, and, SSA federal bank accounts, to embezzle funds.  They're using illegal, mind-control, weapons, and, over-powering U.S. Marines, assigned, to force me to go to "this desk, at this building," at a certain time, and, they'll "help."  They want me, in the Skid Row neighborhood.      I'm going crazy.  It's difficult to keep going.

Dear all,      Please share, as you see fit.      I remain unaccompanied.      I have no money.      Recent, my body has been restrained, for too long.  For more than a week, they have been 'locked' on to the top of my shoulders (clavicles & humeri), and, my pelvis, and, hips (femora).  I'm going crazy.  They're 'incoming', by transporter, too fast to keep up.      By relay, I'm told that the U.S. Army, locally, is intentionally failing to mitigate.  They should be re-directed, to 'holds'.      Last night, I slept indoors, on the floor, of a homeless shelter.      I'm in the Skid Row neighborhood.  I'd been asked, and, threatened not to move into it.  They have enough problems, here.  Last night, waiting in line to enter the shelter, a women's voice, in military chatter, repeated that they wanted me, here, because Lori Peterson has ties to the n...

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 16:43      The Starbucks re-load hasn't, yet, reached my Starbucks app.      Today, I checked my balance, for my checking account held by Key Bank, at an ATM machine.  It showed error messages.  I have no cash.      Last February, Sam Hithye applied, for us to be legally married, in California.  They scheduled our judicial review, for this week.  He hasn't been able to propose, nor, give me the ring.  I couldn't fit into jewelry, right now.  It's our worst-case scenario, from fifteen years ago.  Current, I'm closer to death, than I thought I'd be.      Today, I had cake, cookies, and, a popsicle, sitting outside, on a nice bench, on the patio, at the soup kitchen.  The weather was beautiful.  By relay, I heard that some torturing aircraft have been taken down.  They'd been blaring the sun, and, firing weapons' signals on people.      I remain unaccompanied.

 18:00      I remain unaccompanied.      The Starbucks money hasn't loaded, on my Starbucks card.      The Capital One card tracking shows 'out for delivery'.      The hackers moved, on my bank accounts, again, today.  It's predicted that they'll be declined, or, get an error message.

21:19       I remain unaccompanied.      I have no cash. M y Starbucks card doesn't show the $400 loaded by my U.S. Army assigned Sam Hithye, retired. My Oregon Trail, EBT, food stamps, card is empty.      I was given a 7-day, free, Metro bus pass, due to being 'low-income'.      I do have millions of dollars, in assets, in the U.S., that I'm unable to access. We've argued that I've been forced in to the 'bank robbers'/'hackers' fraud. I explained to Metro customer service that the hardship was due to a 'hack' of my bank accounts.      I carry a walker, and, the terrorists, who are en cloak, but on illegal settings, knock it over, lift it off the ground (using aircraft signals), shove me, and, drag me.      I've been taking the bus to the charity soup kitchen, every day, being that I have no means to purchase anything.      Sam Hithye ordered a Capital One credit card, in my name...