An Amazing Thing Happened On the Way to the Post Office...

It is hard to relate what it feels like when people know more about YOU than you know about YOURSELF.

In this 3.5 years of being the bounced back "Targeted Individual", I have managed to come through many things that most people may have never ever experienced, and hopefully do not have to.

One of these things is learning that you have a name that people are willing to Kill You For!

I only meʻd my Warrior Where For Art Thouʻ post on FB out of embarrassment. I had a FB Fund me also that no one contributed to within 24 hours, so I deleted that!

I have been wondering what to do about the Bank of America Hack that happened in Feb2017, where my PIN number was changed in a branch on the mainland, having no branches here in Hawaii, and unable to change a PIN unless in a branch. From that point, things began to make less sense and I was blown off course following other situations that were happening to me, like Medical Records being hacked, and people stalking me around my beautiful sustAINAble jungle home. Everyone IN ON IT broke my heart and I was losing my mind.

I had a heart attack and verifiably needed to get a Stress Echocardiogram! I am 52, running with the wind and dancing with the horses and all of a sudden, BAM! ~, I drop a beat and a wave and I am in pain with all white light surrounding me, once again. Breathing through the pain and attempting to walk uphill with wild horses attempting to charge the gate. I stop, I think, I ask that my life and my heart continue this journey. I BREATHE as deep as possible and remember that this PAIN is but a fleeting moment.

Luckily, the Wild Horses stopped and focused on me and helped me through and decided they werenʻt going to cause ME to MOVE the way they loved to play with me! But this heart attack was because of their technology. I know it. I heard them. Playing with some button on their "gadgets" pushing the QT interval.

The next day, I go to the clinic, EKG reveals YES, I suffered a heart attack! During My Stress Ecocardiogram, I ask the Cardiologist if I can ever dive and feed the the sharks! He looks puzzled and relates that he just took his daughter to the carribean and did that very thing!

While he is showing me the photos, I begin to laugh, still on the treadmill. He names the owner of the Shark Adventure and it is exactly my Step-Father, who I was inspired to ask such a crazy question. Reality, I do not WANT to dive to feed the sharks, I was just asking to see if my heart could handle something so ... well ... ridiculous. But it really IS my step-fatherʻs Shark Adventure and he really did have photos to show me. The Cardiologist thanks me and like two other physicians before him understanding my "gang stalking" adventure, says... "It was Nice Working With You!".

So part of this GAME has created a Banking Situation that I must address.

I have a wonderful Sister Friend who entertains me by accepting all that I am going through and supporting me with good humor and a kind heart. Shortly after my heart attack, I heard they were attempting to get my original paperwork of identity so I began to carry it with me. Right on my broken heart.

ᏔᎧ are on Chore in a town 22 miles from home when I get the "bing!" I need to get what I was carrying to a Bank Vault for safety! I am carrying my ORIGINAL Adoption records, birth certificate and other original items that no one else would have, if they werenʻt me. The "Bing!" sounds like a man and a woman threatening to kill me and steal my identity.

Its now 4:00pm, I ask my Sister Friend, do you have a vault to place some important documents I am carrying, she says, "No, Why?" I said I really need to get to a bank and place this in a vault. I heard a threat. I then Siri our shared bank and call, Yes, they have one vault available, its $70 with an open account, bank closes at 4:30, wonʻt reopen until Monday due to a Holiday! Whoa! A full Friday-Sunday and Monday morning of absolute terror if I donʻt make it to the bank.

Its about 14 miles away, it is now 4:15... Traffic is horrible. Timing is EVERYTHING. ᏔᎧ get to the bank, my Sister Friend pays for the vault, I get it there and it has been there ever since. This was 2017. (Of course I paid her back) Thankful that I had this vault because by May of 2018, Pele came and crystallized my sustaAINAbility, original songs, photography, writings, journals, past rip-sheets, poetry, stories, project portfolio and all my other important documents forever in Hawaii Nei with Lava!

Now, July 2019, even more BINGs! I post this Warrior Post because I feel embarrassed and unable to attend the ceremonies upon the Mauna Kea because these Perpetrators are viewing through my eye and are not what I wish to carry with me to the sacred lands....

I have been trying to figure out my Banking Situation and how to get these documents to Social Security 14 miles away, as the Department of Justice advised me to do. If I carry them, they could kill me right there. The reality is, yea, these people are on foot and are everywhere in their network, and the two that really want my identity and not to share with others are very dangerous beings. The threat is real. Communications get bounced ... blah, blah... need a Warrior & a Lawyer.

So I make numerous calls, think of many different plans and finally make two important calls that verify yes, this is important, get this done ASAP. Legal eagles wonʻt help me... too "convoluted" because these people have called in advance to take me out of my integrity. So! I go to that miracle Bank Vault. I walk around, I pass my favorite Bank Manager walking to the post office, I talk to her about sending these documents by mail from her office. All of those things obviously were not possible if she is walking the mail herself across the street!

Social Security says Yes, mail them to us and ᏔᎧ can go from there. I go to my bank vault and place them in my envelope. I call my "body guard" who was not as compliant as I would like being my daughter and her giving me a joking time in a serious situation! There were two people in line who knew me and so I ask this slight woman, will you walk quickly to the post office with me? Of course she said yes, knowing my situation, but still its a busy day and she has such a light bright heart! So ᏔᎧ walked across the street, in front of the police station with those coveted documents and straight into the post office. I only have 10 dollars and some change and I need to have a SASE and I am not even certain where I want them mailed back, so while standing there I was asking the Postal Worker how much? I do not know If I am going to have enough?

Standing behind me someone offered me One Dollar. She told her story of being a GrandMother of 9 children in Oahu. She was a Hawaiian Woman. The bill came to $11.17 to mail these important documents to a place to verify my identity so I can clear my name and put to rest the illusion that I am some sort of Millionaire that needs to DIE so others can PROSPER.

The Beauty in this... My Warrior Post and a FB Fund Me that I deleted because I was embarrassed, but needing financial help, and here, this Native Hawaiian Grandmother, offers me the One Dollar I needed to complete this danger but life-saving task.

Feels like a Blessing to me!

Below is Ipo (Sweetheart)

Standing at the bottom gate to Wanaʻao Aina the LAST day before Pele.