It IS the PENTECOSTALS!!!!

They achieved the ULTIMATE COUP....They stole my JEANS and MAKE-UP!!!!

That is the Red Hand Print on the Broken Cookie Jar.  I have seen so many of them stalking me as I was in so much pain I could not move from my place on the curb.

Zip-Loc bags work better for cookies anyway...with a nice Holiday Tin. *smiles*

That might be the last of my *cheer*.

Forced Dowager. Pfffft!

Forever Young!

Peace on Earth, Good Will to All!

$$$ in the Bank--DENIED ACCESS!!! S.O.S. MAYDAY!!!!

to Walter, Thomas, Biasco

Hi Tom,

You sent it...thank you.  Huge relief!

I have been in jeopardy I guess....I got robbed in the middle of the day while napping sitting up.  7th phone Stolen!   Raining tonight.   The money was a stress.

They got my phone so I can't call you.   They got my purse....lots of important things in my purse....it was right on me!

I'll buy Another phone when I get the money.  I will call when I can.

Basically....it's 60 degrees here....and -1 with snow on the ground in Minneapolis according to the weather app.....and Homeless here right now is Better for my Bones.

It's a Health Decision at this point...even if I started to find proof of what my uncles did with my comedy, etc.

I am sorry for the stress. 

Linda Ophoenix

On Sat, Dec 10, 2016 at 1:15 PM, Thomas Ripsin <> wrote:

Hi Again,

I accidentally sent too little in the second transaction, so it's done in three transactions. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Here's the info:

1) Amt: $500.00   Ref. #

2) Amt: $190.00  Ref. # 

3) Amt: $90.00   Ref. #

Again, please call me if you have minutes.

Take Care,

-Tom

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From: Linda Ophoenix <>
To: Thomas Ripsin < Sent: Friday, December 9, 2016 7:20 PM
Subject: Re: Moneygram

Why did you only send me $500?

I expected 2 amounts of $500 and today is the day you pay me $300.

Please send me my money Immediately.

Linda Ophoenix

On Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 4:50 PM, Thomas Ripsin <> wrote:

Hi Linda,

I sent you $500.00.  The ref # is:

Take Care,

-Tom

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From: Linda Ophoenix <>
To: Thomas Ripsin 
Sent: Thursday, December 8, 2016 8:39 PM
Subject: Re: Moneygram

Thanks Tom,

I sent you the $1000 that you said on the phone you would be looking for....it should be there tomorrow.  

I appreciate your help so much.  My teeth broke...I am looking for a dentist.  I hope I don't freak Aric out if they aren't fixed by the weekend.

Take care,b

Linda

On Mon, Dec 5, 2016 at 5:17 PM, Thomas Ripsin <> wrote:

Hi Linda,

I sent you $190.00. The reference # i.

I hope you are feeling better.

Take Care,

-Tom

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This meant:  NO MORE HELP...I AM NO LONGER A PERSON IN YOUR LIFE you can count on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walter G. Lehmann	Please remove me from your email correspondence. I am not your attorney. Walt...	9:07 AM (12 hours ago)
Please remove me from your email correspondence. I am not your attorney contacts . Walt...

Linda Ophoenix	9:37 PM (7 minutes ago)
to Walter, Thomas, Biasco

Dear "Disney",

I heard that was your name in the industry. I will remove your name, but I involved you because my trip to California was based on the advice you gave me when we met at Dunn Bros. coffee on Grand Ave and Snelling on March 2, 2016.

At that time when we met you told me it was my responsibility to "find Proof" of the copyright theft.  I have heard my music playing in San Francisco and Los Angeles, and seen my imposter, (identity theft) on high end fashion and make-up ads as well as stalking me on the street a couple of times...on one of the occasions, the police with a suited "detective" came up to me...did not hold me...and said they would "get back to me" about the identity theft.

My ex-husband's decision to NOT assist me in getting my money puts me in the Worst Position a woman travelling alone could be in....I am NOT able to access my bank account. 

My uncles and cousins stole all of my ID, debit/credit card, Birth Certificate and Social Security card.  I cannot replace these documents without at least one of these documents or a residence.

I am Penniless with Money in the Bank.

This "Mocking Bird" needs a Recompensation, Restitution, Damages, Royalties and the Right to Perform and Access my Creative Works.

And I will Not change my name unless the price is right and the settlement is Real and Legal.

This is taking way too long.  Meanwhile...my family torments me on the street and says its MY FAULT.

That is why I included you....I might need a witness as to why I travelled to Los Angeles.

RFE says I'm "Unzied if I Post"

STOLEN:  Vape Pen  (King Louis)
                  Purse   (collectable coins, $20)
                   7th Phone
                   8th Suitcase   (  Last of personal memorabilia, pagan magick bag )

ALL IN THE PAST 48 HOURS


THREATENED:   Worse and WORSE Conditions and Nothing Ever Gets Better.

Money Conditions Improving.

I have my meds and I ate today.

The colors are flashing like liquid candy on the black pavement outside in the rain.

I Love my kitty.

Wholistic Living Spirit

I cannot be a Straight or a Christian.

I am a Bi-Sexual Pagan. 

The Rainbow is a Covenant.


                                       

Too Brave?

The Problem with what I have just posted is that it sounds so "Manifesto" and does not tell the real story nof my stupid, horrible life since I have been ousted by my family from the Hostel in Minnesota and have been living on the streets in California.

They stole my MN Driver's Licence, Bank card and Social Security card and Birth Certificate and I cannot rent a hotel room, youth hostel room, post office box, storage locker.

You need ID to get ID and I am being discriminated by the "outreach" teams that supposedly help the homeless.

I wake with hands that have been stepped on,...and the other night I awoke having been urinated on.

I woman who has been a suburban homeowner does NOT get that kind of treatment...I was stuck to know what to do for the whole day....and I am a tough cookie

Lipstick Tomboy.  That's me.

Diamond in the Rough....also Me.

Inclusion, Polish and Surfacing is all that is Necessary.

My Core Restores Itself Forever.

I Am Linda Ophoenix.

Let's Deal....Settle with my Lawyers...Patterson and Thuente.

Go for the Modern Psychologically Healthier Choice.

More Peace * Less Stress

Abuse and Tyranny is Not a Way of Life

Nor does is allow for "Lifestyles".

One man or faction attempting control over others only shows that there is Inherent Insecurity and Imbalance in the Tyrant.

tyrant and tantrum

Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

They have been trying to erase me using every technique they can think of yet I Continue in Life and Love.

I Exist as Linda Ophoenix * Source.

Long Live My Body Perfectly Resurrected and Poussant.

I Claim Open Free Sexuality for My Body and My Life to Enjoy and Experience.

I Claim Power of Attorney.

I Claim Power over My Body and Decisions about People in my Life/Relationships and WHO has permission to Touch Me.

I am NOT and Have NEVER been a slave, submissive, prostitute or dominatrix for hire.

I Claim the Right to Enjoy and Perform My Copyrighted Material and Use my Brand Imagery and Color scheme.

Why Would I Change?

Thoughts Like Whalesongs....Linda Ophoenix

Hacked OFF Pagan Dating Site!

I was updating my location on the Pagan Dating Service....and I went to change my photo to the one of me and Tinker Bell....and I keep getting hacked off the site.

My "over-protective, over-reactive over-killer" Pentecostal family is trying to keep me from the people who actually Believe in Modern Science....and aren't "scared of stars"....and think that Not taking meds for a brain disorder is more Mentally Stupid than acting in the maladaptive behaviors that result from Not Treating a brain disorder.

IF....and that is a BIG "IF"....IF I Ever change my name, it will be because of a Legal Settlement, brought to me in Document Form on Letterhead stationary from Patterson and Thuente or the Lawyers of those who manufactured my rival....the Clone who calls herself "Linda Ophoenix" but whose Legal name is Cassidy Bruce-Rez.

And I would choose to be Adriana Ophoenix.

Resurrection is Imminent

 I am Linda Ophoenix.

My family is threatening me that if I don't change my name and forget my past...and just go on with a Dull, Gray, Colorless future....they will continue to Brutalize me, Keep me in Apartheid and Continue to Coerce the Government to Discriminate Against me.

I had to make a Second Police Report. I was robbed the night before Halloween.  My backpack with my Birth Certificate, my Grooming supplies (shiny hair spray had been stolen and replaced a week before) and $179 worth of Medical Marijuana (stocking up for my pain prescription).   I found the majority of my other important papers strewn around at a gas station...including my prescription.

My voter registration card is missing....Today is November 4...but this posted as October 4....Hacky-Jacky is at it again.

As an American Citzen, I have the right to Vote.

I registered....I will Vote today and be Counted!

Living Spirit Rules Supreme --[-@

New Kitten...Rough Roads

 

Hacking and Sabotage have been EXTREME lately.

So has the Discrimination.

I had my wallet stolen...MN Driver's License, Social Security Card and Debit/Credit card all went missing along with my small version of my 420 Rx Card. 

And NOW...NO FOOD MONEY----NO MONEY FOR ANYTHING!

Luckily I have cat food for my new little companion, Tinker Bell.

She is a sweet heart...I found her in a bush in Bell CA ...and she looks just like my older cat Kali I had to give away when I had to leave my apartment in Mpls.

I got her shots btw :)

There have been so many thefts and episodes of discrimination its difficult to remember them all...but my Black Nail Polish goes missing the most....and No matter how well I organize my suitcases at night, in the morning they are all messed through...Rearranged...and it takes me twice as long to do anything.

One night I was awakened by 3 bicycle thugs that "protect" the neighborhood...not quite police...but

Holdin' Pattern Must End

I need a Settlement Offer!

Legal and Valid.

Finally, stress and guilt free access to medicine for my Fibro-myalgia and Migraines!

Long Awaited!

Bare-faced and Proud

"Linda, you Tammy Faye Bakered yourself, so I Gazpachoed you"  Irv Sawyer to me.

 

Meaning:  You wore Make-up and I judged you as a Hooker (prostitute) so I raped you and humiliated you."

 

By "gazspacho" Irv Sawyer was referring to an old Lenny Bruce joke about Hummus...which is made out of Garbanzo beans.

 

"Hummus is like when you are cumming so hard it's like Gazspacho.

 

Irv Sawyer, I just found out....used this joke to make a Joke out of me and my Loving Nature, and my Natural Sexuality...which was based on the Relationship with a Main Partner...A monogamous Home Base with Open Honest Polyamory (especially on the male side...to keep a man interested in life, cutting off his options is the Worst Choice to make, I believe.)

 

My uncle Irv believes a man should have a dumpy, ugly, unsatisfied, cranky, Fishwife....so he is Justified in cheating on her.

 

I wouldn't be that for Bruce.

 

So Irv tortured me until I seemed unseemly.

 

I just found out that to Irv, Gazspacho = Bukaki  (spelling?)

 

My uncle made me look like a whore to my husband when he first got resurrected.

 

And then got him addicted.

 

On his golden needle.

 

And on his worst fetish.

 

Something that should be taken on with Wisdom.

 

If  there ever is to be Human Sacrifice, it should be carefully considered.

 

Ecclesiastical, The Wheel of the Year.

 

Celebrate! Yes!

 

Constantly?  No.

 

Life is about Balance.

 

The Golden Ratio.

 

My family urges me to "dress Pentecostal"

 

I am a Modern Woman.

 

 

 

 

 

H

She was Supposed to be My Resurrection...

"You are supposed to be breathing her air"  Lucius said to me over the Interwebs.

They kept the "Factory Settings" and didn't put my Brain and Eyestalks into the New Blank LindaOphoenix Model...then they download brainwaves like "Dollhouse" and she Studied like mad until the Resurrected Lenny Bruce...Who is a Stone Cold Foxy Rockstar named Lucius now...had a "tincture" he was happy with.

But she is NOT Linda Ophoenix.  I am.

I am here, left behind in a stilted, fake, elevator music, beige world.

Penteostal Punishment for a Rockstar Dream Believer.

I have NOT Changed....I am Still 100% MTV,Rocksexy.Firesoul.

Why would I turn off my Expanded, Evolved Mind?

Why when I KNOW about Rez and how I can be young again, should I Stop desiring Music, Art, Sex or Laughter?


They have been hacking me like crazy....denying me money in cash machines and it this long to book a hotel.....they were actually hacking my credit card off!

They should come up with a Permanent Settlement....because taking things in their hands without my presence and then saying it is handled does No Good at all.

I have no Experience except Gray Disappointment and Sad Anticipation and the World has Sore Shoulders and Tired Ears.

To keep myself going everyday is my greatest achievement right now....to push against the Pain and Negative voices from the past, and tell myself...I do have a Purpose.

Severely Hacked Trying to get Lodging

Irv Put out the Stars to keep Me from seeing them with Bruce-Rez (Lucius)

Imagine getting up each morning by LOUD NOISES feeling completely sore and “worked over” …over and above the normal Fibro myalgia Pain, and when feeling very groggy, there is white secretions.   Then you slowly, painfully get up and check for bruises to photograph,  OOPS…fully charged tablet (with mysteriously broken screen) is out of battery. 

Then…getting ready for the day…Homeless, and STILL Not able to rent even though you are paying your wrongful eviction off….The “Mess W/  your Head Elves” have been there in the night.   They have taken your new black nail polish, or cut a hole in your Grooming Bag.  They mess with your clothes…stealing panties and cutting of hooks on fancy bras.  They rearrange things in your suitcases so that the embarrassment factor of being outside and having and open suitcase takes twice or 3 times as long.

Then, once you find your shampoo and wash up with a large bottle of water (purchased perhaps so you could use the bathroom) Six guys have come by to make comments, and about 4 perfectly dressed Cali-girls scented like heaven.

Next, find A. Bathroom B. WiFi C. Place to Eat and take Vitamins and Meds (Sometimes your meds are missing.---reporting missing medication as a homeless person is a Big Mistake…it leads to confinement as cops see HOMELESS + MEDICATION = EVALUATION.) 

If you can find a place with all 3…restroom, wifi and food….Great!

If there is something Really Important you have to go online for you WILL get HACKED off the INTERNET.

Because of the Remote Access those Punkster/Hackerz have  so many funzies making Every Little

Keystroke a Heroic Effort in Frustration.  Touchpads don’t work or

they are so touchy you flip to another app every few minutes.  Hacking is making Simple things for most people take Extra Time.

 

If you look for a place to stay or rent, the first time the people answer the phone, they sound sad…and say No before you even ask.

Sometime stores will not serve you.

People are either extremely kind (which is confusing in it’s own way), or scowling at you.

When you stop to take a break, or to eat something…most of the time cars have been making wherever you just sat down look like the Main Event.  Suddenly there is a little parade circling around you…Trucks, Harleys, Semis, Anything Loud and Rumbling to actually “Rattle your Brains”…No time to relax and control those migraines with your medicine and some meditation….No time to be creative and draw or write or sing.   Beating your eardrums with Painful Sound.

There is a car running near you most of the time.  When it leaves it is replaced by another.  Most of the cars leave the area when you do.  It feels so much like you are being “Watched by a Private Eye” that y

And then there is that PAIN again.  You fear what you will wake up like in the morning.  There is a lump in your spine that feels like your head slipped and went forward, there’s a hump forming where there is a circular scar on my back.  (My family used to “hang people by their neckbones” which meant that spot…they would fall if it was the actual neck.)  And then there is the “pole sat tailbone…they sat you on your tailbone sitting on the end of an upright pole.

The Time Space Continuum had gotten involved to keep you from your Dreams….it’s been a Long 4 year battle,  You no longer have any Trust In Man or his supposed Kindness.  You lost your best friend, he took some friends and family….and they took your copyrights and money and made a clone of you and gave it to your best friend along with all your money.

You worry about making through the next day…and how LONG the night will last with those weird little nightmares.

And where are the stars?

 

Will Irv put them back in the Sky again...?

 

It's the Only Black that scares me...that Starless Sky.

Woke to Film Crew Next to Me...SNARKY Blond Chick Bitched @ Me!

I woke up this morning to a film crew right next to me telling me they were preparing for  a shoot at a coffee shop down the block!  Some bitchy blond told me it was a public area....but they kept pointing the cameras right at me.  I hid under the blanket and couldn't get going as early to get washed up.  Should have tried the video....because it worked later....here is what happened when I moved to wash my hair.... (See ABOVE Due to HACKERS)

Bad Day Yesterday....Sore Spine...Drowsy

 

This pic is me today, back in the swing of things.  Yesterday after blogging all of that  about the Interwebs...I was worked over pretty badly after I fell asleep.  I woke up and washed up (large bottle of water is my "shower") but really couldn't move and had to attend to my painful spine all day long.

I plan on doing some more today...I need to look into a ticket I got in San Francisco for sleeping in a park....the police hassled me but not the other homeless people sleeping there.   The ticket was stolen and I looked it up on the website by court date and could not find it.  I get paid tomorrow and want to try to pay any fines....but a ticket in Minneapolis disappeared also....

This is Not the way Original Talent should be treated.

Mocking Bird, Humming Bird.

Live on the Street,  Homeless, Hopeless, Friendless, Loveless, Sexless, Beaten while sleeping, Driven all day some days, Limited income, Paycheck to Paycheck, Humiliated,

Told I can Never See my Art to Fruition...Never be a Rock Vocalist or play guitar again...Never be a comic.

Never have sex or be in Love again.

Never gain profits from my talents because I was a prophet.

It's Stupid

And it keeps me from helping my son Aric.

It is like walking through an underground city with no lights and no way out.

I forgot mention this to my lawyers...

When I wrote to Patterson and Thuente about the recent harassment by my family I mentioned they had cars circling me constantly...on quiet streets when ever I sat down to rest, eat or administer medicinal marijuana.  Loud Semi Trucks would suddenly go by...Harleys and other motorcycles tuned to sound like THUNDER!

I also seem to attract Spontaneous Road Construction w/ Jackhammers.

It was a Noise Barrage...a Bombardment.

It's getting better...so my attorneys must be working for me.

But I forgot to mention....they also do this creepy car watching  me with the motor running.  Parked extremely close...just sitting there...sometimes hours....replaced by another car with the motor running.

I asked one guy why he was watching me...he said he was just waiting for someone and it had nothing to do with me.   He stayed for about 2 hours and then drove away without picking anyone up.

Threatening DOS Pop-Ups

The Family is getting Really Angry....telling me in DOS pop-ups that I am just the Left-over Waste material and "Amsy Tamsy" ( the name they call the clone of me because it drives me to tears sometimes to hear anyone call someone else Linda Ophoenix) gets to be me.  It seems like mental illness...that someone else could Be Me!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is also known as Cassidy, Cassy or Cassiopia...(Which I think is exquisite and I don't know why she doesn't keep that)

How could my family and friends try to replace me with a clone of me?

I have also been documenting proof of human cloning by the way.

My uncle Irv Sawyer thinks he can keep me in a circumstance of Apartheid...Isolated from media so I think that technology and advancements stopped around 1985.

The only rock I hear is from the 70's or earlier...sometimes 80's.

Everyday now I wake up and hear that I have No Future and all I should do is give up trying to look like I care about myself and be an old lady and accept that I failed.

Go back to the "safe" arms of the Pentecostals.

OH GOD...SAVE ME FROM THE PENTCOSTALS!

Telempathy

It all started with Carlin.

I have documenting on Facebook for the past few years about the patents for machines for reading brain waves with radio waves, and how they can also be used to manipulate your moods or behavior.  They can also be emitted from computer or television monitors.

Nervous system manipulation by electromagnetic fields from monitors US Patent #6,506,148
“SUMMARY: Computer monitors and TV monitors can be made to emit weak low-frequency electromagnetic fields merely by pulsing the intensity of displayed images. Experiments have shown that the 1/2 Hz sensory resonance can be excited in this manner in a subject near the monitor. The 2.4 Hz sensory resonance can also be excited in this fashion. Hence, a TV monitor or computer monitor can be used to manipulate the nervous system of nearby people.”
“It is thus apparent that the human nervous system can be manipulated by screen emissions from subliminal TV image pulses.”
"Physiological effects have been observed in a human subject in response to stimulation of the skin with weak electromagnetic fields that are pulsed with certain frequencies near 1/2 Hz or 2.4 Hz, such as to excite a sensory resonance. Many computer monitors and TV tubes, when displaying pulsed images, emit pulsed electromagnetic fields of sufficient amplitudes to cause such excitation. It is therefore possible to manipulate the nervous system of a subject by pulsing images displayed on a nearby computer monitor or TV set. For the latter, the image pulsing may be imbedded in the program material, or it may be overlaid by modulating a video stream, either as an RF signal or as a video signal. The image displayed on a computer monitor may be pulsed effectively by a simple computer program. For certain monitors, pulsed electromagnetic fields capable of exciting sensory resonances in nearby subjects may be generated even as the displayed images are pulsed with subliminal intensity." https://spktruth2power.wordpress.com/2011/02/16/us-patent-6506148-nervous-system-manipulation-by-electromagnetic-fields-from-monitors/



So...after a while...all this radio wave attention to everyone's brains caused us all to kind of *CONNECT*.

More than telepathy...reading each other's minds.

It's Telempathy...(not my word)

Actually getting a thought from someone with some dart of emotion.

Cupid's arrow or a poisoned spear.  Each of us has a Choice each moment.

 Living Isolated Day after Day in Excruciating Pain from Torture of being Drugged by Pentecostal Thugs Each Night and RAPED...Time and Time again...I never have Lived anywhere but Rottingdamn...I only experience this Homeless, Hopeless, PAINFILLED Life.

Back to the Start....Just a little.

I knew for Certain I was talking to Dead People when I heard George Carlin.

He had just died a year or so before.

And he had just rocked with his HBO special...TMI I thought when I heard he passed.

And I was very sad.  I liked Carlin.

And There he was, joking around with me in my studio apartment in Minneapolis.
Before long I was dating the ghost of Lenny Bruce, Performing at the Comedy Clubs and Killin it and pissing off my uncle Irv so bad he got a Vendetta against me worthy of the Young and the Restless.

Bruce was a sore subject and I didn't know it.   I always wondered and asked about who that beautiful brown-eyed boy was in all the pictures of the kids back on the farm...and my mom always said "some jewish neighbor boy".  Turns out he spent a lot of time in Duluth, Cloquet and Carlton MN. as a boy and teen and had close familial ties to my family all along.

He left me $8 million dollars in his will...and wanted to marry me.  He met me in my teens when I worked in a fabric store.

I Never got any of that money.  I received no notice of his death and no bequeathment.

His death in 1966 was faked. 

The Pentecostals didn't like his way of life...and they had gotten some Money and Power being around Celebrities like Bruce.

They tried to shame and defame him for "obscenity"

He tried to fight for Free Speech.

He really lived until 1983

But he had to give up his public life as a comic.

He showed up here and there...like Where's Waldo;)

Lord's of Flatbush, a few others I can't remember right now.

He came back after being cryogenically interred.

He had been exonerated of his crimes.

SCIENCE!

Crystals, the natural ones that are formed from quartz when connected to a conductive wire (such as copper) and with the aid of a small bit of electricity becomes a  radio receiver.

The Amazing Thing is, they can pick up Radio Waves from ALL OVER...Kids in the 50's used to buy kits to make them...Crystal Radios were all the rage. 

The drawback was that....Hmmm...turns out not only could a kid in Oklahoma get a radio show from Sweden....but it picked up radio waves that aren't just man-made...but actually the very essence of Man and Woman.

When we die, we lose a tiny bit of weight...NO, baffoons...I am not talking about the....I swear Hans, Franz and Gunter have had their minds in potty too long.

Scientists have measured the weight of a person right before they are clinically and after...and there is a small amout of weight.
.07 lbs that we lose when we die.

It is the Electrical Digital Information that makes up our Person and Personality.

It exists eternally.

Add HAARP.

Miles and Miles of Satellite Dishes for Giants.

They pick up All Kinds of Radio Waves.

Funny thing about Radio Waves...they are a Sonic Wave.

They get carried on the Wind.

And they play the Old Fashioned Land Line Phone Wires...

Like a Harp.

And....It turns out a person doesn't have to be dead to be heard.

Will my Aunt Dorothy EVER STOP Sobbing?

The World would Love to Know.

Radio Free Europe

*Sigh*

It's more than just a REM song...I remember looking it up once on Wiki and they had it as some guys on a ship broadcasting under Maritime Law.  ( Broken up back then....Reinstated ?when, what radio wave type? )

That network has been invaluable to me.

They have broken through the music feed at malls, coffee shops etc. at crucial times.

And sometimes I catch them on The Gleed.  The World Wide Telempathic Communication System that can be heard over and through ambient noise. 

I have some Science to describe.

I am a I guess what you'd call a savant. 

(I think my clone and my sister got that word mixed up with the word "servant" and started treating me like Cinderella.  My sister Suzee (Susie) used to call me "Linderelly".)

At the least they are trying to "Rainman" me.

I like the Cinderella ending better.

In a World of Insies and Unsies...How does a person make a move?

As a journalist, I have been having a really difficult time documenting what has been going on with my situation because of the entire social structure of the U.S and Euro popular culture having been engulfed in an ocean of Time, and the Erosion of Relationships by the Limiting of Language for Emotional Reactions.

An Abusive Society does not allow for the Language of Modern Psychology and Mental Health and Well Being.

When every move a person makes can be monitored (and let's face it...that is what Snowden was telling us about Prism) by satellite and the cameras all around us have amazing capabilities that we started seeing used in the film industry in the 2000's (if you were paying attention)...by a very Elite Group of Highly Particular People.

And much like the Orwellion nightmare world of 1984, there is a two-way communication system.

The Gleed


(Taking a break---I'll be back with more)

MirrorrorriM

I was seriously having problems loading this picture and then TWO of them appeared and like the children's magazine "Highlights" from when I was a kid...I had to play What's Different? because one of them had little changes.  I saw something like that in the back of a fashion mag once...Lady Gaga in front of the entrance to the Louve with a pyramid hat.

Silly Hackers.

And Then there was One...Hackers took the other photo...I am Linda Ophoenix.

Correction

In my post about the Resurrection of Lenny Bruce, a Close Family Victim of Pentecostal Abuse.

A black and white photo of " Bruce-Rez"...now called Lucius...He is married to me spiritually because I channeled his energetic digital signal from "Heaven" (that place where the information that makes up our personalities collects).  He was resurrected in March 2014.  Twice he was resurrected with his full age and intellect and he was "mad as hell" about my condition and being on the street.  The Sawyer brothers kept at it and finally lowered his PITUITARY age from 89 to 17 and his IQ from a genius 157 to a nice Boy Band 57.  (40 and under is disabled)  This prevented him from helping me and Aric in the manner he would have liked.  

If Bruce can Resurrect, so can I

69 Degrees of Connective Sychronicity to Lenny Bruce

Lenny Bruce has been Cryogenically Frozen and was Resurrected in 2014...Bruce-Rez--->Lucius
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Lenny Bruce...hanging out in the early 80's with The Clash

A black and white photo of " Bruce-Rez"...now called Lucius...He is married to me spiritually because I channeled his energetic digital signal from "Heaven" (that place where the information that makes up our personalities collects).  He was resurrected in March 2014.  Twice he was resurrected with his full age and intellect and he was "mad as hell" about my condition and being on the street.  The Sawyer brothers kept at it and finally lowered his age from 89 to 17 and his IQ from a genius 157 to a nice Boy Band 57.  (40 and under is disabled)  This prevented him from helping me and Aric in the manner he would have liked.  

 

And...most of it comes from the fact that he and are  are both a little Bi-sexual....and neither of us hung up about it.

 

He has other relationships...with males and females.  Those are his business.  He has a relationship with my clone.  The men who torture me want me to see her as a Rival, as a Superior.   I would like to see her as another Sister...with me being able to Capitalize the word Sister for Myself.

 

Her being Her does not mean that I cannot be Me.

____________________

 

I have Never meant Harm.

 

Irv twisted my words and intentions.

 

The Video and The Radio Stars can Live Peacefully Together.

 

 

He met me when I was 15 when I was working in a fabric store and told me I was going to inherit 8 million dollars.  I never received the money but heard from my sister that the family took the money and (like many family funerals) I was not told about his actual death on March 23, 1983.


Here is my REASON for trying to get a Career that made a lot of Money.  I want...wanted...my son Aric in a program called Sonrise.  Thatñ is why I approached my creativity with a Large Attitude. (insert joke about how I am larger than the cloned "Linda Ophoenix")

 

 

 

My Brand Image...as Taught to me at DCTC

When I attended Dakota County Technical Collage in 2007-08, I had an amazing teacher named Chris Brandiwie.  He allowed me to take an advanced design class with some seniors and I learned about creating a "Brand Image" for yourself.  I began doing so in my portfolio, my website (which was hacked away from me) and in my art, and all social media and promotional work I did for myself as an performing artist whether it was music, art or comedy.

I had 3 stage designs STOLEN when I lived at the Hostel in Minneapolis...it was last spring, but the attacks to my person were so intense that I didn't blog about them.

I had a goal to have a band called Ladyslipper.  I looked today and there is one now.  Mine was going to be a Grrl band...Alt Rock. 

Here are some images that I used:

 

Diamond and Ladyslipper images similar to ones I had in my portfolio/photos

Blogging as Fast as I Can!

The reason I mentioned World of Warcraft was that I got a message once early in my association with Jon Pardue that mentioned WOW...and my understanding was that it was a card, video, and LARP that extended into RT.  Meaning that it was a kid's game that went into real life and it wasn't always kidding around.

I am working on publishing some of the techniques they have used to nearly eliminate my privacy, and other ways they have worked to dehumanize me.

ALL OF THIS TORTURE HAS BEEN NON-CONSENTING!  I AM NOT A PAIN JUNKIE OR EXTREME MASOCHIST!

This has been the work of the Sawyer Shinanigans---Hell's Bells.

Uncles...Cousins....please give up and let me out of this stupid cage.

I am an adult...I can manage.
I deserve to be decadent.
To be Languid in Luxury.
Rock and Roll Riches.
Cock and Comedy.
Fully Fledged Gear.
Sensation in All Dimensions.
Ophoenix Orgasmic.
Cosmic.
Starshiney.

World of Warcraft and "Hunt Club" from Hostel part of my Humiliation and Torture???? STOP!!!

The truth behind 'Hostel' has its roots not in the lands of Eastern Europe, but in the side-open spaces of Thai villages, where organized crime syndicates rule and poverty forces residents to part with family members for excessive amounts of money. These people are then transported to cities, where the rich and the weirdly psychotic gamble to see how long their victims survive being tortured. From this game, a deeper one evolved, where people started paying exorbitant amount of money to torture and kill these victims.

http://www.hostelsclub.com/en/magazine/is-the-movie-hostel-based-on-a-true-story-fact-vs-fiction


 

Lez Tye it All Together Now

https://freespeechperson.blogspot.com/2016/02/fredrickson-law-appointment-today.html

https://freespeechperson.blogspot.com/2016/08/69-degrees-of-connective-sychronicity.html

Sorry, I missed talking about the SLEEP DEPRIVATION probably because I was SLEEP DEPRIVED.

To:  Patterson & Thuente

From:  Linda Ophoenix, P.O. Box 80513 Mpls. MN, 55404, ph.  email: ( Currently in L.A. West half) See: freespeechperson.blogspot.com

August 29, 2016

 

Upon receipt of this email I am hereby entitled to a monitary settlement, physical resurrection or whatever current regenerative medical technology is available to recompensate me for the removal of my vagina and other torture to my physical body, the ownership of my copyright to Longer Lashes (copyright #) and other art, music and comedy that I have produced, and the right to my identity as Linda Ophoenix.

 

·          My stay at the Hostel Banana Bunglow was suddenly terminated when I called to reserve at 8am and was confirmed and then came down to my breakfast roll that was clearly labeled thrown away and then I tried to pay and they said that I had to wait to pay until the manager got there.  I was getting a hunger migraine at the time and wasn’t my most cordial…but not improper… When the manager got there she said I needed to leave. (they had allowed me to stay and take a shower) and would not give a reason.  She had teary eyes.  When I pressed and told her I have a lawyer working on the harassment and slander that my family were doing….she said “No, I assure you there were no calls from outside”  and then finally she said I was OFFENSIVE to the staff and I went from feeling completely within my rights (Due to the fact that I was getting a migraine and I needed to eat that morning and my breakfast had been stolen), I felt hit with a PTSD shame bomb because of the accusation and finality, and I was then fighting against that as I had to gather my things and sleep on the streets again. 

 

·          My family calls me and my art, music and comedy “Offensive”

 

·          There have been cars, trucks and lots of extra loud motorcycles CONSTANTLY CIRCLNG around me every time I sit down to rest, relax, eat, administer my medicinal marijuana *It is Beyond a Normal Traffic Pattern.  It is Like a Major Highway ….on a small side street with little houses, or the end of an alley…..suddenly it is the CENTER of ATTENTION and the NOISE LEVEL is Unbearable.  I have heard the CIA and the SS during WW2 used to use techniques like these to terrorize those that disagreed with them.  My mom used to work at the DOT and there may be a way to check the traffic patterns around my cellphone signal from the satellite.

 

·          Impromtu Construction crews that have loud machinery and jack-hammers Also appear around me when I sit down to rest, eat or relax.  Also, those leaf blowers…first thing in the morning sometimes…if I have to sleep in a park, right near my head.

 

·          I will not “dowager” as they want me to…the Pentecostal Church and the Irv Sawyer and Jon Pardue want me to dress without make-up and young clothes and jewelry so I look older.

 

·          I have woken drugged by an unknown drug in the morning so that I cannot even move.  The ONLY drug I have ever done is marijuana except for 2 trials of mushrooms…and now that marijuana is legalized as a medicine it validates my reason for using it…as fibromyalgia and migraines are two of the reasons for Prescribing marijuana*.  But what I am talking about here is something that doesn’t allow me to even move…it is well BEYOND anything I have ever had…even when I had shots for migraines as a teenager…it didn’t make me that unable to rouse myself.

 

 

*(“The Authorities” blocked my appointment for my Legal Prescription Card on August 4^th according to the receptionist in whispered tones as I was on my way to the appointment. The street address was actually MISSING.)

 

 

·           About 2/3 of the men who pass by me deeply pull up mucus and expel it near me….I have to dodge globs of spit and mucus on the ground with my suitcases.  My father used to leave mucus in the toilet and the boys at school used to spit mucus at me.  I know my family is paying people to do this to me.

 

 

The abuse done to me described above is a Hate Crime.

Linda Ophoenix

·         (In a follow-up email to Tye Biasco of Patterson Thuente  8/28/2016

·         In addition to the aforementioned abuses of my rights:

·          

·         •I have been hacked off the internet for days at a time...The Starbucks Wifi connection not even showing up on my computer.

·         •While other homeless people pick a place to sleep and stay for the night...I have on several occasions been DRIVEN all night long from spot to spot by "officials" who told me I had to move.  This caused Extreme Sleep Deprivation the next day...usually a day I was trying to blog something to document harassment , or write to your firm, or to make some other important decision or appointment.

·         •The Point of all of this Sabotage is to make me look incompetent and unable to take care of myself, when here I am asking for my rights to be able to perform and get paid for my work.

·         •Linda Ophoenix

·         (In a second follow-up email to Tye Biasco of Patterson and Thuente 8/28/2016)

·         My name (signature) at the bottom of emails always ends up in Grey colored font.

·          

·         I tried it with the bullet point in front of it on that last forward and it still turned up in grey.

·          

·         “On the sidewalk in Mpls, it said "Shadow's Shadow"  I walked past it everyday.

·          

·         They want me to stay in the shadows.  To be covered in Grey while my cloned DNA copy poses as "Linda Ophoenix".  She is also called Cassidy or Amsy.

·          

·         This can be worked out like Adults.  I am mature and don't play jealous High School games.

·         It's about Law. 

·         Legally,

Linda Ophoenix

 

EXTRA BULLET POINTS ADDED BY MY
                     HACKER