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In November of 1995 my mother decided to remarry and gave me her car. I had to leave the house because I could not afford it and my mother did not want me to stay with them so I left town. I licensed and tagged the car in my name. No one notified me that my license had been revoked. I went to a motel in Greenville, NC and there I learned of the Salvation Army shelter in Wilmington, NC. I stayed at the motel until they had a bed available and then went to the shelter. I stayed there until February of 1996, after an automobile accident. In January of 1996 my automobile was broken into. I had over $1000.00 worth of property in my car I had collected over a period of several months and the only thing stolen were some military and medical records, which also included my original birth certificate. I started putting my things in a storage space in Wilmington. I stayed in a motel several nights and on one of these nights I experienced a seizure. I did not know that that is what it was at first. This was in March I think. I had returned to the shelter. I had several episodes of shaking and dizziness after the seizure incident and decided to see a Doctor. I went to the VA hospital in Durham, NC and described the problem to them. I was prescribed Klonopin, 1mg. I returned to the shelter and started taking the medication. The medication made it difficult for me to get up at the designated time and I was asked to leave the shelter. It did not occur to me to get a medical note from the doctor explaining the medication I was taking and the possibility of my not being able to get up at an appropriate time. I left the shelter and went to the shelter in Chapel Hill. There I met Blondie and Wyoming. I left the shelter in July as the result of an incident with Blondie. I knew I would be asked to leave so I didn’t wait to be escorted from the property by police, I just left. I went to Wyoming’s and we went to a motel for the night. At some point I started feeling guilty for having pushed Blondie and I went to Durham to locate her at Temporary Quarters. There my car was stolen. I managed to get a room at the Carolina Duke Motel where I stayed until my car was found in Danville, VA. I retrieved my car and decided to return home as I was exhausted and could not afford to stay in the motel. I also returned to Hyde County because I had been issued a traffic citation in April by the State Highway Patrolman. The Officer did not inform me that my driving privilege had been revoked at that time. I remained in Hyde County and lived at my aunt’s lodge there. I gave up my disability check in October of 1996 as I was tired of being abused and tired of people dumping on me and tired of being harassed because I was getting a disability check. I remained at the lodge but was unable to find or obtain employment. Near the end of the month I started having an unusual experience, which I had never had before. I thought a news commentator was talking to me through the television and I began writing messages on paper and holding them up in front of the television for her to read. I had all these notes spread out all over the floor and finally I looked at them and realized I was getting "“weird". I had taken what I was doing very seriously. I decided I would go back to Washington and get my check back and I explained the matter to the counselor. She returned my check. She contacted the DSS office in Raleigh and they arranged for me to be evaluated in December.
On November 1st I rented an apartment at Mattamuskeet Village, an apartment complex for the elderly and disabled. I was then arrested on November 4, 1996 for driving while license revoked. I was imprisoned in the North Carolina Correctional Institute for Women in Raleigh, NC as a safe-keeper. I was not prescribed any medication. In jail I encountered Pleidarus, an elderly lady, Keaton, and Innis, a woman studying to be a nurse among others. I was released after a short while and returned to The Village. I was taken to court on November 20, 1996. I got a continuance in my case and posted a $750.00 bond. In December my mother took me to Powell’s Point where I was evaluated by Dr, Heyder. I was so paranoid I took a tape recorder, placed it in my coat pocket and recorded the evaluation. When I returned to my apartment I learned that I was to be evicted because I had been arrested on the property, disturbing the peace. I managed to put together over 500 pages of documentation I surrendered to Mitchell Norton in person in Washington, his secretary is a witness, who presumably still has this documentation. I also put together documentation which I sent to the US Copyright Office. I also filed a complaint to the Federal HUD Office regarding my eviction of which I still have copies. They claimed there were no violations. I was forced to vacate my apartment in February and moved in with my cousin. I remained there until September 9, 1997 the day I appeared in court. My court appointed lawyer did nothing in my defense and I was convicted based on the fraudulent acquisition of previous citations acquired from another county which had not been served until that time. I have a copy of the court proceedings. I was sent to prison for 4 months where I wrote poetry, drew pictures and wrote letters in an attempt to get released among other things. Upon my release I returned to my cousins where I purchased a computer and started to learn about PCs. I began recollecting my incidents in 1989 with the other Blondie who claimed she was forced to give jobs to unqualified whites over blacks which sent her to the psychiatric hospital where I met her. I called Washington DC and complained about my entanglement and that this was going to cause a problem among the citizens. I was also watching Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour, reading about writing and the psyche and drawing. I drew a picture of an Indian standing in front of some mountains on the edge of a chasm. I then left my cousin’s because he was moving out and I moved in with another cousin temporarily. I then rented a room where I wrote the Audacious Avarice, a place that looked like Castenada’s, but the landlord intimated he wanted sex so in order to avoid a confrontation I moved out. I had no place to go so I began living in a storage space, (this is where I discovered the cocaine was being stored as laundry detergent), until I could think of what to do. My mind was so exhausted I could not make a rational decision. I had had no alcohol since living at my cousin’s which amounted to 4 beers in May 1997. I did no drugs, I was taking taurine. In August, during the time I was living in the storage room, I became severely depressed. My sister happened to have been visiting my mother and I asked her to take me to the mental health facility in Washington on her way home. There I asked to be committed to the psychiatric unit. I was transferred to Cherry Hospital. I was a patient at Cherry Hospital for approximately two weeks. At my request I was transferred to the VA hospital in Durham. I remained there until September 28, 1998. Upon my discharge I returned to Wyoming’s on Elm Street, where I had stayed briefly at a previous time.
I was sleeping on the floor. I had been sleeping on the sofa, but I found myself on the floor. Sometime in May – June 1999 (have medical records), I woke up one morning with my right jaw in extreme pain and I could not open my mouth. I had attributed this to some meds I had been trying until I saw this man in a blue periwinkle colored shirt (I had another shirt like it in 1979-80 with big white flowers on it and I wore it with white painters pants). He was wrapping something like a towel I thought or tape around his right hand and I saw his fist come toward me. Someone apparently told me to keep my mouth shut and my jaw locked up as I have had a developmental disability and parts of myself take things literally (Joseph Murphy – my Murphy Mantis pictures registered with the US Copyright Office). I asked Wyoming if he had hit me or if Pat had been hit and he said he didn’t know about Pat, but he didn’t hit me. Pat had visited him several times. I have had frequent visions of someone putting a pen in a right breast pocket and have connected it to this incident. He appears to be signing something. During the course of these events I have been hospitalized numerous times at the VA hospital in Durham, NC, on one occasion in Salisbury, NC, at John Umstead Hospital 4 times, and Cherry hospital several times. On one occasion the VA hospital threw me out, with no place to go.
I remained at Wyoming’s off and on until I was able to obtain my current place of residence. This person is a sadist toward women as in they should bear their share of crap.
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