Amphibious Aliens

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  • If you came here hoping to find aliens, there are no aliens here.
  • This page is about the drug dealers of Old Orchard Beach, and the wild alien rumours they have spread about my neighbour - Etiole, a French-Jewish Holocaust survivor who was horribly disfigured in WWII, and whom local religious fanatics call "a demon", while the local UFO conspiracy theorists call him "The Amphibious Alien".
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I am so disgusted that I have to add this update...
November 29, 2021

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot, by a local lunatic.

No, he's not okay.

And I am getting sick of this fucking ass rumour of Etiole being an alien or a demon.

The fact of Etiole being an alien is a stupid urban myth started by some crazy ass locals.

The fact of Etiole being a demon is a stupid urban legend created by some religion crazed nuts.

Etiole is an old man covered with acid burns. His skin is white and face disfigured from acid burns. He's not an alien and he's not a demon. And you people who call him an alien and call him a demon, you're all fucking crazy. 

Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because he was tortured in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2. He came to Maine in 1953 with a bunch of other refugees, He has post traumatic stress disorder really bad and he's terrified of people. He can't function in normal society, so hides in the forests. He's not an alien, he's not a demon, he's not a cryptid. He's a disfigured old man, now in late 90s. He barely get around. He doesn't you people harassing him like this. Why can't you people leave him alone? Why are you all so damned desperate to believe in aliens or demons that you have to harass a helpless old man? Leave him alone. Why can't you leave him alone? What is wrong with you people?

Read The Amphibious Aliens article, where back in 2007, I DEBUNKED every one of you stupid ass alien, cryptic, demon, and haunted car rumours. Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car, goes over every even from the 1970s, that started the fucking rumour, and lists off how every alien, demon, and haunted car rumour was proven to be nothing but a hoax started by Mervin Bruce Atwater. Every single one of those rumours was started by that one man, and were proven to ALL be hoaxes he perpetrated to try to get money out of Dr Larochelle, the man who hit Mervin's younger sister with a car. They tried to convince the old doctor his car had a demon living in it and they scammed the doctor out of $20,000 back in the 1970s. THAT is how and why the demon car rumour got started. I bought the car in 1975. Etiole started living in it in 1978. And that is how me and Etiole got dragged into the fucking ass rumours about a demon car.

The article Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car DEBUNKS ALL of the alien, cryptid, demon, and haunted car rumours. Every last one of them.

The car is not haunted and Etiole is not a demon.

You people who believe my car is haunted or think that Etiole is a demon, you are all fucking retarded.

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I'm sick of you people harassing me and Etiole over stupid shit started by brain dead idiots.

And the same goes for the so-called World's Most Haunted Car. That rumour was started by the same person. That car was proved years ago, to have a mechanical issue that caused it to start and drive ahead until it hit something. No one ever though to look at the starter. I'm the 3rd owner of the car. I changed the malfunctioning starter and a so called 'haunted" stuff the car did, went away. It was a problem with the starter, only that and nothing more.

And these people in Biddeford right now, getting you all worked up - if you hadn't noticed they ARE Mervin Bruce Atwater's family.

So it's STILL the same one fucking person running around getting things stirred up. The Atwaters. My fucking uncles. Like usual.

Yesterday at Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine, a group of people armed with rifles, went down the track team trail behind the soccer field and started shooting... scared the crap out of the 50 or so children and their 100+ parents, got the 30+ dogs in the dog park howling... the sky filled with thousands of Canadian geese, and the park goers assumed the group was hunting geese and started commenting on the fact that hunting was not allowed in Rotary Park.

A few minutes later, a grey/white haired, bearded man, who looks a lot like Kenny Rogers, but not as fat, with a black dog of a German Shepard-Lab mix look, and a woman with pageboy greyish-blond hair, both about late 60s, marched up to me in the park, bragged they had killed Etiole, stating that he has caused their son whom they called "Todd" to jump in front of a train 3 days earlier.

They said he was obsessed with the painting of Etiole and the "evil eye" painted on my car. THIS:


You know what, I knew that homeless man and HE never mentioned it. 

You people are just looking for someone to blame, and think because I'm not white, I wear a hijab, and I have a mural painting on my car, you think you are justified on pointing blame at me for something I had no part in.

That homeless man was obsessed with the fact that his dog and son had been taken away from him.

It's NOT the evil eye as they called it. It's The eye of The Grigori Archangels aka The Watchers, from the Apocrypha in the Bible. It's the blue wings of the Seraphim Archangels aka The Watchers. The Watchers are my Guardian angels. I paint them on everything, I sew it on tapestries, it's on my car, my motorhome, I embroider it on pillows and clothes, paint it on mirrors, paint canvases art for art galleries with it. It's the blue eyes wings of the archangels as described in the Bible. I'm not sure why they were calling it the Evil Eye.

It's the Eye of God, the hamsa. A Jewish protection symbol. Etiole's Jewish, he draws it on everything, so that's why I do as well.

I'm sick of you jackasses spreading you wild ass rumours about me.

You're nothing but a bunch of trouble making busy bodies who can't mind your own fucking business.

I'm not bothering a single damned one of you, so why the fuck are you bothering me?

Why can't you stupid ass people leave me alone?

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be in my yard.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be chasing down Etiole.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be having psychotic meltdowns over my car!

What is wrong with you people?

Fucking brain dead herd mentality that's all this is.

One of you ran around screaming like a lunatic and rest of you all decided to join in.

But I also ask... WHY would you be scared of me or Etiole? It makes me ask who has been feeding you lies about me? Who has been feeding you lies about Etiole? 

I am a crippled elderly woman. I can barely stand up. I've been paralyzed and bedridden since the golf club attack November 14, 2013. I'm only just now in 2021 just starting to walk again, and I can barely do that. I have no grip strength so I struggle to even hold me cane. The golf clubs damaged my spine, my nerves, most of my organs don't function because of the nerve damage to my spine. I struggle to even breath, just sitting up in bed is enough to collapse my lungs. I have no bladder or bowel movement control, I have to wear diapers. What exactly is it you think I can even do?

And Etiole? The old hermit Nazi concentration camp survivor? He's over 100 years old now, he hasn't been able to walk, or sit up, or eat on his own, in almost 20 years. He's dying. What exactly are you expecting him to do?

Etiole is NOT an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

I am not a witch.

None of my cars are haunted.

I've been saying it for years. Why won't you listen to me?

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I'm sick of you calling Etiole a demon.

I'm sick of you calling Etiole an alien.

I'm sick of you calling me a witch.

I'm sick of you saying one car after another is haunted.

This whole thing boils down to your fucking white privilege. You know that right?

Your white ass can't stand the fact that we non-white Gypsies live here, so you have to make up stupid ass supernatural spooky shit about us.

You don't like that I wear the traditional dress of my people instead of dressing like an American, so you feel justified in calling me a witch and making up spook occult lies about me.

I wear hijab and veils and caftan and silk and it bother's you that I'm not scum diving in trashy t shirts and jeans like the rest of you.

I paint my cars, same as we painted our wagons and vardos for centuries, and it bothers you because it looks different.

Etiole is a Jew, and your anti-Semite white privilege kicks in to hate him for being born Jewish.

Etiole has scars, so you're scared of him

I'm different.

Etiole's different.

My cars are different.

And when you get right down to it, that's ALL any of this is about.

Me, Etiole, and my cars don't fit in with your fucking ass white privileged ideas of "normal" and that makes you uncomfortable and you try to make the uncomfortable go away by dehumanizing us with your stupid ass rumours.

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are just a bunch of whinny ass white privileged brats running around making trouble for anyone who's not white enough for them.

Grow the fuck up!

After I stopped going to the Mormon church I started practising New Orleans-style Folk Catholicism. Started using Catholic Bible, wearing Rosary, using saint prayer cards and novae candles. I'm an ordained Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsan Fey. I have been since September 23, 2010. Painting archangel wings on everything is a part of folk Catholicism.

They said he believed the "evil eye" on my car was there specifically to put a curse on him, and that he believed the painting of Etiole was there just so that "Etiole the suicide demon" (as they called him) would be constantly driving by and watching him to drive him to suicide. They outright accused me and Etiole of killing their son, by painting these pictures on my car!

I paint the archangel wings on EVERYTHING and I have for over 20 years now.

Behind them were 4 trucks: 2 black pickups with big oversized wheels, a dark green truck-type SUV, and a rust-orange-copper truck-type SUV. The 2 pickups had young men 30sish driving them, the orange SUV had 2 blonde girls about early 20s both with very long waist length stick straight hair. 

The older couple with the dog, railed on Etiole this and Etiole that, saying the word "Etiole" a few dozen times, while gibbering wild nonsense about Etiole being a suicide demon, and saying that my car had guilt tripped their son into killing himself because he was scared the FBI would put his parents in prison for killing my children April 10, 2015.

The older couple and the black dog got into the dark green SUV and than all 4 trucks, drove circles around my car, revving their engines loud like race cars and squealing their tires, spinning in fast circles around me and my car in the Rotary Park parking lot, while they screamed out the windows of their trucks bragging that they had killed Etiole. The 4 of the trucks then speed out of the park, doing at least 75MPH. I don't know which way they went as I went to go look for Etiole after that.

Etiole has been staying down in that area of the Saco River lately, as the new dam downstream and the recent back to back storms disrupted/flooded the area he was staying down closer to the North Damn Smokestack.

It was why I changed my dog walking habits from walking at Mechanics Park to walking at Rotary Park.

I moved him to a new location away from the local area, out of York County completely. He is refusing to go to a hospital, he's too scared of people to go to a hospital.

I don't know if he'll live.

The attackers was 6 people in total (3 men, 3 women, and 1 dog) in 4 trucks total, I don't know who they were. I've never seen any of them before. I don't know anyone named "Todd" so I don't know who they were talking about either. There may have been another dog or maybe a child, I'm not sure which, but something was moving around in the backseat of the orange SUV.

I don't know who they were. A gang of crazy, deranged psychopaths near as I could tell.

The locals around here are crazy psychotic with demon and witch superstitions, and they love their guns. People shoot at every old woman and disfigured man they see, while screaming witch or demon. It's a really big problem up here in Maine. And when they say "witch" they don't mean like Wicca the religion, they believe witches are a type of female demon. They don't believe witches are Human, so they think it's okay to shoot them because in their minds it's no different than shooting a deer or a duck. 

People around here, they believe I'm not Human, just like they believe Etiole is not Human either. It's why they are so violent towards the both of us. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone in this area who DOES NOT believe I'm a witch aka a female demon. And the locals are just so brain dead in terms if education and illiteracy, that there is no way you can convince them elderly women are NOT demons, no way to convince them disfigured men are NOT demons. The locals are borderline retarded due to crazy amount of incest in this area. 

Biddeford, Maine had the Guinness World Record for the city with the most incest on the planet - the plague is in the town hall - and according to that of the 27k residents in Biddeford, 19k of them are mother/son, father/daughter, or brother/sister married couples. Biddeford residents are excessively proud to have the Guinness World Record for the most incest on the planet. And it shows, with how they march around too illiterate to either read or write, while shooting at elderly women and disfigured men, calling them demons.

This is the shit we have to put up with here in Maine.

I don't know how they knew where Etiole was. I never tell anyone where he is. I never have. I won't. I've protected him from the public since 1978. I know in August there was a homeless man showed up under the trestle bridge at the back train tracks. He found Etiole, started staying down in the ravine with him. That homeless man died earlier this week. I'm left to assume that homeless man had told people about Etiole and where Etiole was. Seeing how the homeless man died a few days ago, I'm left to assume the thug gangsters who shot Etiole were probably relatives of the homeless man. 

He's the only person who knew where Etiole was. Etiole stays hidden during the day. He only comes out at night. He looks for food and supplies, and by morning he's back in his den and won't come out. His dens are so well hidden, no one can ever find them. They look like beaver dams along the water of big piles of leaves in bushes. It's how he's gone since 1953, without hardly any one ever finding him. And he has dens every where along rivers and in swamps, in ravines and bogs, beside streams, all over Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts. He moves locations every 3 or 4 months. He never stays anywhere long. That's why it can be so difficult for me to locate him. Usually when someone finds him, he scatters and goes miles away. He didn't see this homeless man as a threat, so he didn't. Also, Etiole is VERY old now. He's at least 90, possible over 100. He's a survivor of WW2, that was 80 years ago. He's having a hard time getting around the past couple of years.

These people who shot him are just fucking mean, evil, hateful people. That's all they are.

Etiole's never hurt anybody. What the hell's wrong with you people.

He's a hermit. Keeps to himself. He's terrified of people.

You people who run around calling him evil; look in the fucking mirror YOU are the ones who is evil.

You call him a demon, but you're he ones acting demonic.

You people all ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

You're all just fucking pieces of shit.

To call someone 'evil' is to, dehumanize them.

And you only dehumanize someone, so you can feel justified in bullying them, beating them, hurting them, killing them. 

You say "evil" and "witch" and "demon" to strip them of humanity so you don't have to feel any guilt or shame or remorse for the crimes you commit.

But a man is still a man, no matter how many times you call him a demon.

You shot a helpless, harmless old man, and you felt it was okay, because before you shot him, you dehumanized him in your own mind by calling him a demon.

You shot a HUMAN not a demon, and you'll burn in Hell for it.

The 4 cars of the 6 shooters, should be pretty easy to identify. None of the cars were new/current/recent models, all with late 1990s/early 2000s vintage. The dark green SUV is VERY old, late 1980s/early 1990s vintage - it might have been a Jeep Cherokee from the shape of it - and it has distinctive damage to the passenger side front fender, which has been replaced and is a different colour than the rest of the car - the repaired fender is a grey-metallic-greenish-sage colour.

The orange SUV was faded very badly. I looks like it used to be bright metallic copper when new, but had faded to a dull dark orangish.

The orange SUV left deep tire treads ditched from it's tires on the green by the soccer field - they messed up the grass of the soccer field pretty bad - it's damaged with deep tire tracks really bad, the park is going to have to do repairs to the grass before anyone can play another sports game - the tire trend ridges will be in the grass for months, so you can get tire prints from a plaster mould quite easy.

Both the SUVs have big, wide-lipped custom black rubber wheel-wells of the fenders - they do not appear to be something original to the cars and look to have been added to make the cars looks "sporty".

The 2 black pick-ups were very distinctive and would be easy to identify again. Both are not full size trucks, but rather the small half-sized pick-up trucks. Both have raised chassis, with the trucks being almost tall enough to require a ladder to get into them. Both had BIG monster truck tires, with "mountain-bike/ATV style" knobby treads on the tires - I don't think the tires on the 2 trucks were street legal, they look like the type you have to take off before going on the road, and put on when you get to off road dirt trails.

I build custom cars, I have for over 40 years now. I notice custom cars and take note of them, every time I see one. All 4 of these were custom cars, and I've never seen any of them in Biddeford, Saco, or Old Orchard Beach before. These are the type of cars I would have noticed where they in daily use around town or sitting in someone's yard. These were very much what most people around here would call "trailer trash hick pimp" cars.

All 4 cars did a lot of damage to to roads and parking lots in the park, because of how they were speeding around 75mph+ and spinning out the cars and digging the tires into the road. The way they were spinning the cars around, the drivers were acting like they were stunk drivers from monster truck rally car shows. It was pretty clear they had driven this sort of spinning circles before... it's not something the average daily driver person would even know how to do. It's the type of driving that takes years of practice and is done in car shows to show off how to spin a car around. The beach lot and the soccer field lot are the 2 parking lots they did the most damage to. The park is going to have to bring in some heavy grading equipment in order to fix the damage - it's REALLY badly damaged by their circle spinning. They did A LOT of damage to Rotary Park, using their cars to vandalize the park.

I do not believe these people were locals. I did not recognize the faces of any of them, nor did I recognize their cars, and when you are dealing with pimped out custom cars, they stick out like a sore thumb. I'm positive if these cars were local, I would have noticed them before now. I did not notice if they had Maine plates or not. They were driving circles, so not an an angle to see the plates 

Seeing how a feud had broken out between the Scottish Travellers and the Irish Travellers (earlier this summer; I'm not sure what started it), and how these cars appear to be from so sort of travelling stunt car type circus, I am assuming that the people driving the cars are Irish Travellers. And in case you forgot, the Atwaters  ARE the Scottish Travellers the group Americans refer to as The Scottish Mafia, even though they are not Mafia, they just act like it. A group calling themselves The Irish Travellers showed up a few days after my mom's car was smashed up by a 2x4 a few months ago. If they are Gypsy cars, which it looked like they were, chances are high that they are not registered, not licensed, and not inspected, as very few Gypsies do anything that requires government documentation.

I don't know what kind of shit the Atwaters has gotten themselves into, but she has a very bad history of crossing huge enemy lines with criminal thugs. She's done it several times in the past. She has a big problem with getting in their faces and then bragging that EelKat (me) is a witch that'll cast death curses on them, then they brags I've got a demon familiar that'll kill them. They does this same thing over and over every couple of years, for 5 decades now. It always results in the gang of THEIR thugs showing up and attacking me an or Etiole. And they always arrive thinking that I know who they are or what they are talking about, but I never know who they are or what they are going on about, because I disowned the Atwaters decades ago and I don't have anything to do with them. They beat me up assuming that the Atwaters hired me to kill them, because that's what my mother tells them she did. She is always running around telling people I'm a witch and Etiole's a demon and using the threat that the Atwaters going to hire me to kill whoever it is they are fighting with that time. And they keep doing it. 

I have asked them to stop so many times now. I don't know how the hell to convince them that I am not a witch. I don't know how to convince them Etiole is not a demon. I don't know how to get them to stop bragging that they're hiring me and Etiole to cast death spells and kill everyone they hate.

One of the witnesses said they thought they'd seen the cars before in Pine Point, but that's VERY local, my farm is right on the line and I walk Pine Point as much as Old Orchard, Saco, and Biddeford, I feel like if they were from Pine Point I would have seen them before.

Also... who the hell is Todd?

These people were all upset, saying that I sent suicide demons to kill Todd, and I have no clue who this Todd even is!

And what the hell is a suicide demon? These people are fucking crazy.

I wish the Atwaters would mind their own damned business and leave my name out the shit they gets themselves into. 

Every few months, for the past few decades, me and Etiole keep getting beat up by jackass thugs because of the Atwaters's damned fucking mouths. And I'm sick of it!

My children where murdered - 10 children the young ages 4 the oldest age 16, had there heads nailed to my door, and do you know what the FBI agent on the case said to me? He said their primary suspect, is a man that was having a fight with the Atwaters over a septic tank. They think he killed my family to spite the Atwaters after they threatened to have me send death curses on him over a septic tank. That's what the FBI thinks is the reason my family was murdered: because the Atwaters did their stupid ass slandering me and calling me a witch again, like they always do. Plus, the FBI agent said, that the Atwaters because on April 10, 2015, my motor home was parked in the Atwaters's driveway, the agent said, they believe, my family wasn't even the intended target. He says, he believes, they thought it was the Atwaters's motor home and the Atwaters's children they were killing, because my motor home was parked in their driveway at the time it happened.

According to the FBI all the evidence suggests my family is dead because the Atwaters was arguing with some construction worker over a septic tank, and he attacked the children that where in the motor home in their yard, assuming it was their children in they motor home, not realizing it was my children in my motor home.

Do you remember the woman with the shopping cart, June 2016? The one that put me in a wheelchair after trying to kill me with a fucking shopping cart? The FBI, thinks she's the wife of the septic tank construction worker, and they think she attacked because the Atwaters a few weeks earlier had bragged that they was going to have me send Etiole to kill the blond shopping cart wielding woman's husband.

You remember that Kendra women who showed up at every store and restaurant I went to from 2006 to 2016? Do you know what the FBI found out? She was a friend of the Atwaters's on FB, Twitter, and Pinterest and every time she showed up, including the golf club attack November 14, 2013 when I was 8 months pregnant and she killed my baby and left me paralyzed with a broken spine... the FBI found out that the day before EVERY Kendra attack, her and the Atwaters had an argument on social media that included the Atwaters bragging that I was a witch and Etiole was a demon and threatening to send us after her ... and that was Etiole's baby she killed by the way. Ben's adamant that it wasn't his, neither would be tested to find out, but there's no one else, and if Ben says it's not his, will that just leaves Etiole, and he can't talk. Prior to that I've had 7 miscarriages, Ben denies all of them, Etiole can't talk so he can't deny anything. They are the only 2 men in my life, so take your pick which one the father is. The ten beheaded children - they were fosters. I was their foster mother.

And this attack this week, these people screaming "suicide demon" at me, my car and Etiole... why are they doing it?

A homeless man was hit by a train this week, and they are blaming me, my car, and Etiole, saying that the painting on my car is sending suicide brainwaves out. They are fucking crazy.

I knew that homeless man. The one who got hit by a train. He was my friend. I met him in August 2021. He never told me his name.

As for the homeless man who was killed by the train this week... if he IS your Todd, you people treated him like shit. I've been out there with him every day from August til the day he died and I saw the shit to people did to him. You didn't give a shit about him. You bullied him. You teased him. You destroyed his tent. You smashed up his food. You cut up his clothes. You people pushed him around laughing and left him in tears every single night. You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Every one in the Cutts Street area ought to be ashamed of what you ALL did that man. 

And you have the gall to attack me, my car, my friend?

Why?

I'm the ONLY one who was there helping him.

I'm a Mormon. It's what we Mormons do. When we see people in need, we Mormons help them. We Mormons live by Christ's example. We treat others as we would like to be treated ourselves, that is why we Mormons are always kind to people. 

You people attacking me - you're the exact same people who was out there attacking him.

He had at least 7 campsites set up along both tracks. You have to get close to the train to get to any of them. But be careful if you want to go look at the remains of his worldly possessions, a train comes through every 20 to 40 minutes, it takes 18 minutes to walk to his campsite, and the train is going 120MPH on that stretch.

One campsite he had a fire pit dug out, with some rocks laid up beside it. He cooked and ate there, what few times he had food, though he didn't have food every day.

Not far from that campsite he had a 5 gallon bucket set up in the bushes to make a makeshift outhouse toilet. That one is right near where he died.

There were multiple places where he moved his little yellow tent to. He moved it every few days.

There's 2 campsites where he stashed bags of cans and bottles he collected on the side of the road. At one point he found a shopping cart and was using that to move stuff from one campsite to another.

There's 2 buildings, one a storage unit the other a factory, that he used to sneak into on raining nights, to sleep outside of the rain. Police took to parking at both buildings and chasing him out every time they saw him.

He showed up in August, and originally kept everything he owned all together in one location. It was clear he'd never been homeless before, and didn't know unwise that was. He learned fast how house dwellers treat the homeless though, and quickly took to dividing his things across lots of locations so that if one site got destroyed by haters, he wouldn't lose everything he owned.

Most of the summer he had the tent, but 2 weeks ago, right when the cold got here, someone sliced it to ribbons with a knife or scissors. I assumed it was the woman who harassed him every time. Whoever she was, she really hated him. He didn't have anyplace to sleep after that and that's when he started walking on the tracked, just stand in the track, going back and forth in circles, for hours on end.

I walk my dog 3 to 4 times a day through this area, so I saw him several times a day. He always stopped to talk to my dog and say that his dog was recently taken away and he missed his dog and his son.

Almost every night, a gang of thugs would arrive to harass him. Usually 4, sometimes 5 or more people. Usually 2 girls and 2 guys, in their 20s to 30s. They knew him somehow and boy did they hate him. They were the ones trashing his things. They'd arrive and yell and bully him. Sometimes the two guys were riding bicycles and would drive circles around him yelling at him. He was being harassed REALLY bad.

Originally, when he showed up, he had a bag of clothes, so he was changing his clothes daily. But one day someone cut up his clothes into thousands of tiny pieces and threw them out into the street, so after that he only had the one outfit he was wearing, and nothing else to change into, so he didn't change his cloths for 3 months.

He used to hide food in the bushes, so he could come back later to eat it, but the bully gang would search the bushed looking for his things, deliberately trying to find his stuff, and whenever they found his food stashes, they would stand on the sidewalk near the big black storage unit and throw the food into the road in front of oncoming cars.

The people who were harassing him were really mean to him and going out of their way to be as evil as possible to him. They hated him really bad and very clearly had a personal vendetta against him. I got the impression that the girl who was the ringleader, from the way she was always yelling at him, that she was probably an old girlfriend and that the others were he clique of yes-men-friends.

Police were out there every day.

The girl and her group would bully him, and he'd try to run away, than she'd call the police and say he was harassing her. Then her and her friends would run down the road giggling and hide in the bushes to watch the police show up and look for him. The police were constantly stopping to talk to me to ask if I had seen what happened.

The police would show up nightly, usually to chase him out of sleeping behind houses. He had a really hard time finding a place to sleep, where people didn't call the police on him, that's why he started climbing down into the ravine at night, to hide down there and try to sleep. But the Saco River water is cold and the temps in the ravine were below 30f even when the rest of town wa still at 50f. It's not a good place to try to sleep, but it's the only place he was able to find where people didn't chase him out.

There are 3 ravines. He went back and forth between all 3 of them.

He went up to Rotary Park a lot too. He would sit at that ravine and watch the geese. There is a flock of Canadian Geese that live there, and a beaver damn. Me and my dog climbed down in there almost every day, because there is a flat place where you can sit beside the river to meditate. During that last couple of days, he took to pacing there by the beaver damn frantically. He was very upset. Lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the world around him. You could see something was really wrong by that point.

He probably had more places I didn't know about. He stayed up here at night, so it was mostly early morning/sunrise, and late evening/sunset, and after dark, that I would see him.

He headed towards the library direction in the daytime.

We saw him most every morning around 5 to 6 AM. He often walked with us in the morning. 

We saw him again most every night between 10PM and 1AM, and again, he often walked with us.

He rarely said anything. Was very quiet, very silent. You could see he was deeply upset.

It was after his tent got slashed and then that same week, the temps dropped to 20f at night with freezing rain, that he got very upset, very agitated, and took to pacing on the train tracks in a frantic, obsessed manner, while talking to himself very fast and very hyper and no longer seeing anything going on around him.

He was very upset over the tent being destroyed. He no money to buy another one. And winter was coming. He was terrified he'd freeze to death out there under the trestle train bridge over the ravine.

Each night it grew colder and with the growing cold, his franticness grew worse. And the bullies kept showing up and harassing him, teasing him, laughing at him.

He was going through absolute hell and he kept saying no one in his family cared. Kept saying, he kept begging them to let him come in out of the cold and they laughed in his face and told him to grow up and be a man. He said no one loved him and no one cared if he froze to death out there.

6:27 PM on the 19th of November - he was hit by a train.

Some people are saying he jumped.

Other people are saying the gang that was bullying him, pushed him.

I don't know which it was.

All I know is he is now dead, and I never even knew his name. He was a just a homeless man who needed a friend and so he walked with me most every night for the past 3 months. He didn't have any one else. No one loved him. No one cared what he was going through. And he was treated like shit, just because he was homeless.

A homeless man is still a man, and everyone in this fucking town ought to be ashamed of how deplorably they treated that man every day for the past 3 months, he was bullied and teased and pushed around, what little he owned destroyed while the bullies laughed as the they through his belongings in the road in front of cars.

The people around here treated that man deplorably.

You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

However that homeless man died, wither he jumped or wither those bullies pushed him - either way it was those bullies who killed him.

No one should ever be treated so deplorably, that they lose the will to live, and that's what those bullies did to him. They made him lose his will to live.

This could have been avoided, this poor homeless man was bullied to death, and you people who bullied him, there's a special place in hell for dip-shits like you.

Was he murdered?

Was it a suicide?

Who knows?

I don't know.

I just know there are a lot of people saying a lot of things and most of it's wrong.

Like most people are saying they talked to him 10PM on the 20th, but I know for a fact that the 911 call was made at 6:27PM on the 19th.

Was there 2 deaths on the train one day after another?

I don't know.

You know what I do know? He wasn't killed by fucking demons or aliens. What the hell? That's the most popular version of what happened going around town. That an alien suicide demon killed him. Who thinks up these things? Why are there people who even believe in demons to begin with? I don't get that at all. All this talk of demons and aliens and curses. I don't believe in demons or aliens or curses, so I think you're all crazy. How can you believe demons are real? What's wrong with these people?

This homeless man, he said he knew who I was. Said his family knew me. Said he remembered me from years ago. I don't know. I do not remember him, but he was maybe 30 years younger than me, so if he remembered me from when he was a child, than I probably wouldn't recognize him.

If he is the Todd people are talking about... there was a Todd at church, the Mormon church, years ago, decades ago. I didn't know them. They were friends of my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, so they knew him, not me. I don't think I ever met them.

Me and Etiole the two people you are attacking and slandering and spreading rumours and lies about, have done more the help fed and cloth and keep warm in winter snow, the homeless in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine, than anyone else in the state. Maybe instead of spreading your vile ugly rumours and lies about me and Etiole, you should take the time to get to know us, and find out who we really are. Because what we are, is two humans ostracized by society because we look different, two humans, branded as a witch and a demon, because I wear the traditional cloths of my people and Etiole has no skin.

And while you stand there yelling and accusing and threatening, me and Etiole are out there helping the homeless, who often don't need to be homeless, they often have parents, spouses, siblings any one of whom COULD take them in, but WON'T. The homeless man who killed himself with the train this week, every evening before sunset he walked to his family's house and begged them to let him come inside out of the 20F cold. Every night he returned to the ravine to sleep in Etiole's den, and tell us, his family told him to go away, grow up, and learn to be a man. And now he's dead, because his family didn't care, that he was terrified he was going to freeze to death when the first snow came. That should not have happened. But his family hated him so much, they wouldn't even give him a blanket, because they wanted to teach him a lesson. And now he's dead because of their cruelty.

Me and Etiole tried to help him, but his family hated him so much, and he couldn't live with that. He so desperately wanted his family to love him. It's all he talked about. How much they hated him and how much he wanted them to love him. The last straw was his son. His family took away his 5 year old baby and had started teaching his son to hate him. He tried to bear his parents hating him, his wife hating him, but he could not bear the thought of them turning his own son against him.

What happened to that homeless man this week, could have been prevented if he had had, just one person in his life - just one family member, just one friend, who cared enough, to let him come inside out of the cold. How many homeless people die ever year, so senselessly, because some toxic, spiteful relative thought the homeless person needed to be taught a lesson? The answer is HUNDREDS. It happens every day. I would suggest you look at what happened to that homeless man this week, and you look at how cruelly people treated him. Than look at yourself and how you treat your own children. Compare yourself, to that homeless man and ask yourself, how much like those bullies are you? Were YOU as toxic and cruel to your children, to your parents, to your friends, as people around here was to him? If so, than try to change yourself, become a better person, so you are not like them. 

You want to know the worst part of this homeless man's train death?

I have been TELLING EVERYONE AROUND SOUTH STREET for the past 3 months what was going on, and NOT ONE single person who listen to me or go out there and check on that man.

Why?

Because they were too busy laughing at me, calling me a witch, and gibbering about demons to listen to me.

And it turns out 90% of them were FRIENDS AND FAMILY of that homeless man are right now kicking themselves for being too bigoted at me, to listen to what I was saying about that suicidal homeless man who was in desperate need of help.

Had the locals STOPPED bullying me long enough to actually listen to what I was saying... that homeless man would not be dead under a train right now.

You stupid idiots!

You had your fun and now a man's dead because of it.

You were all too busy calling me a witch and calling my friend a demon, to pay attention to the fact that I KNEW that man was talking about jumping in front of a train!

He talked about it constantly and I couldn't get a damned one of you to listen to me.

What did you ALL say?

*"It's just a homeless man. Why should I care?"*


I didn't know his name.

I had no idea the people who were saying: *"It's just a homeless man. Why should I care?"* were his friends and his family. They were prejudice against ALL homeless people in general, that they wouldn't go out there and try to help a homeless man, and now they are walking around the streets saying, they wished they had believed me, they wished they had gone out their to the trestle, to the ravine, to try to help the homeless man I was asking them to help, because they now know, if they had only gone out their to check on the suicidal homeless man, they would have found out who he was, and found out, they knew him, found out he was their friend, found he was their family.

Had they only stopped laughing at me and my homeless friends long enough, they could have saved the life of someone they knew and loved.

There's the power of ignorance and bigotry for you.

They hated homeless people so much, refused to help the homeless so much, that now someone is dead, and even in the days after his death, they were out their laughing and joking "Just a dead homeless man, who cares?"... until the police showed up to tell them: "We IDed the homeless man..." and now those people who were laughing at the dead homeless man on the train tracks are struck with the horror of realizing, he was their own family, their own friend, and had they only listened to the "the crazy demon witch" they could have saved him.

Help people instead of hurting them.

It's not hard to do.

Helping people is much easier than hurting them.

Just think, if everyone treated everyone else with kindness, there would be no more murders and no more suicides in the world.

I've seen so many suicides in my life, precisely because I spend so much time with the homeless of Maine. I see it over and over again. People, who are homeless, but have families, that live less than a mile away from the cardboard box they sleep in at night. Parents, siblings, spouses, aunts, uncles, cousins, less than a mile away. Americans are so cruel to their own families. So many suicides, that could have been prevented, if only their families had not abandoned them, not turned on them, not cast them out, not ostracized them, not shunned them. Most people I meet who are homeless, don't need to be, because they DO have families, but their families don't care about them.

There are more than 2,000 homeless people, right now in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine. And every one of them has local families, who COULD help them, who COULD feed them, who COULD give them a place to sleep, they just WON'T. And it's always the same story. Prideful parents and spiteful spouses want to teach them a lesson, saying it's good for them to be homeless. The local parents and spouses of Maine's homeless population disgust me.

And with December days away, we all know what happens now. The blizzards will move in. And in April and May of 2022, the police of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine, will do what they always do every year: go out behind stores and dumpsters looking for bodies. Every year, no fewer than one hundred homeless people freeze to death during blizzard season. EVERY YEAR. Every town in York Country will have at least 4 homeless people frozen to death. It's worse in Cumberland County. Each DISTRICT of Portland, will have a dozen or more homeless people frozen to death by spring, just like they do every year.

All the homeless who will freeze to death this winter, and next winter, and the winter after... just like last winter, and the winter before, and the winter before that, they ALL have local families. They ALL have local parents, local spouses, local siblings, local cousins, locals aunts and uncles, who will ALL deny them help, who will ALL deny them food, who will ALL deny them places to sleep. EVERY homeless PERSON who freezes to death each year in Maine, had someone who COULD have helped, but WOULDN'T.

And worse than freezing to death... are the suicides. As blizzard season draws near and the nights get colder, the suicide rate starts to skyrocket as the homeless beg their families for a scrap of food or a measly blanket, and get doors slammed in their faces instead. Every year, during the 2 weeks before blizzard season starts, every year, there are more than 300 suicides by homeless people here in Maine. And every one of them, kills themselves, because they fully 100% believe their family hated them and wanted them dead. 

Why don't you take a step back and look at yourselves and what you are doing and why you are doing it and who you are doing it to. Me and Etiole, we are no threat to you. We've never been a threat to any one. The ONLY threat out there is YOU jackasses who keep trespassing and coming up in here to beat us up because of some damned rumours you heard! Slanderous rumours spread by stupid ass busy bodies and believed ONLY by retarded jackasses like yourself.

Do you want to know WHY I help the homeless people, men like Etiole and that man who was just hit by a train? Because I used to be homeless and I know what it's like to be out there scared, confused, alone, not knowing where the next meal is coming from, having to daily fight to survive because so many hate and attack homeless people.

Look at this picture. This is me. This is where I lived from May 9, 2006 to March 31, 2015

HERE:

Me and Etiole, we are out there trying to help the homeless. Letting them know there IS someone who cares. Letting them know, they have a reason to live. I was homeless for 9 years. I lived under a 8x6' tarp for 9 years. And during that time, I learned who my friends were. I got no help from my parents, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my church, my friends. No one. I have 3 brothers, they were the only ones who helped me. There are 400 people in my family. We are Gypsies, most men are polygamists and have 5 or more wives, no wife has fewer than 8 children, most women in my family have given birth to more than twenty. There are 400 people in my family, all of whom I had helped many times, several while they were homeless, I gave them a place to stay and food to eat. And when I became homeless myself, those very same people, not only turned their backs on me, they did it with cruel violence.

I know what it is like to be homeless, to live outside during Maine's blizzards, to have no one who cares. I know what it is like to go 12 days without food and be scared of starving to death.

Look at THIS picture again, and let me tell you how it got taken:

October 7, 2006, broke Maine's world record for the coldest day ever at -47F (minus 47 degrees before zero) before windchill factor... that picture with the snow, it was taken that day, by my brother, who came to check on me, because he was scared I'd die in that cold. He came to help, when no one else did.

And that same day, in Portland, just 7 miles away, more than a dozen homeless people were found frozen to death, in a dumpster, on St John Street, they had climbed into together to try to huddle together and get out of the cold.

THAT is WHY I make a point of seeking out and helping the homeless in Maine. Because I know what it is like to survive, and I only survived, because I had a brother who cared and came looking for me.

And you people, especially you families, who go out of your way to make life miserable for the homeless people...

You people all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

This homeless man who found Etiole, he said he knew the people who were spreading some of the worst rumours of all about me and Etiole, oh he had a list too - of a lot of things I had never even heard before - way more rumours are flying around out there about me than I knew about and some of them are pretty bad - and this man, now dead by the train, he not only knew these wild slanders going around, he said knew who are STARTED them - the knew the SOURCE of the rumours, and he said, he felt they were doing it, because hey were trying to turn attention on me and away from themselves, and he said, he read the article the FBI asked me to write about what happened and he knew which word was wrong. He said it made him sick when he realized which word in the article was wrong and what the correct word was, because as horrible as the crime is, it becomes so much more worse, when you know what the correct word is. And he was horrified, to learn that, that word, was withheld from the public, and only the killer would know to use it instead of the word that was released to the public. He knew it. He knew what it was. What word was wrong.

Did he actually know the killer? I don't know. 

I mean on one hand, he's just a homeless man and well, I've known a lot of homeless people and often they are homeless because of mental illnesses, so, he wouldn't be the first homeless man say he knew something and actually did not.

On the other hand, he's not the first person to say he knew something and then suddenly die.

I'm sick of every time someone tries to help they end up dead.

And I tell that to the FBI agents and they say: "You don't know who we're dealing with. We've been after this heroine gang for years."

No you're right, I don't know who we're dealing with.

But you know what I do know?

In the 7 years since my children were beheaded...  I'm sick and tired of more and more people getting hurt.

Yes, I can see the drug dealers the FBI is after are dangerous mother fuckers. You don't have to tell ME that these people are dangerous, they boiled my children in oil, cooked them like fried chicken while they were still alive, sawed off their heads, nailed their heads to my motor home, braided their intestines together and hung it on the awning of my motor home like a fucking Christmas garland! So, yeah, I think I might be pretty well aware how danger these sons of bitches are!

You know, when my children died, their heads were cut off, their arms and legs also cut off, their organs and intestines cut out. Their heads nailed to my door, their arms and legs hung from ropes in the trees, their intestines tacked up around the roof edge of my motorhome like Christmas garlands... with in an hour, I had gone out there and taken them down, so they wouldn't be on public display.

I did not want my children's bloody remains hanging in public for all the world to see. I cared about my children, I loved my children, enough to go out to the crime scene, and pick up every single last, itty bitty, tiny, cut up piece of all 10 of their bodies.

It was horrible and disgusting, and made me vomit every few minutes, I was scraping my children's mashed up body parts - hundreds of pieces, nailed all over the front of my motorhome, their body parts hung like Christmas ornaments from the awning! That's why there is no more awning on my motorhome, I couldn't get the blood stains out.

Do you know what it is like, to spend a week, searching every inch of your yard for fingers and toes, of your own children?

I do. Because I had to do that.

You are so desperate to know what information was withheld from the news?

Georgie had his face smashed off with a brick.

Bela had her jaw ripped off while she was still alive.

Emily was boiled alive.

You still want to know what information wasn't in the news?

There's a reason I don't talk much about what happened to my children, because I don't think most of you could stomach it. But I'm their mother and I'm the one who had to pick up all their parts.

It made me sick to have to do it.

But I didn't leave them there like that.

I had the decency to take them down and give them a respectable burial with all of their remains in the coffins...

No one would help. No one single person. Not my parents. Not my mother. Not my father. Not my husband. Not my siblings. Not my aunts. Not my uncles. Not my cousins. Not my friends. Not my church. Not my neighbours. No one. They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." One relative, the Colonel, my father-in-law, he offered to help, but he was in very bad health, and couldn't get nurses to let him come to help. He died a few weeks later.

My ten children, where cut up. Heads here. Legs there. Their intestines braided together and looped garland style around the awning poles of the motorhome.

It took the killers hours to decorate my motorhome with the remains of my ten children.

It took me hours to get them down. The motorhome is 12 feet tall. I don't have a ladder. I couldn't even get a friend or neighbour or relative to come over with a ladder so I could reach the entrails hanging from the awning.

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

Well, you know what? I was their mother and I didn't want to see them like that either!

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

I was their mother and I did not want that to be my last memory of them!

NO ONE... not one single person in my family - not my parents, not my siblings, not my aunts, not my uncles, not my cousins, not my church, not my friends, not my neighbours... NO had the decency to help me get them down! NO ONE saw what was done to them that day. No one but the police and FBI are even aware how bad the situation was, because NO ONE CARED!

The ONLY people who know the full details of what happened are me, who found the bodies, the FBI who is investigating, and the murderers.

No one else.

No one else saw the bodies.

So ANYONE going around town claiming to have details, IS THE MURDERER or knows them, because NO ONE ELSE has those details.

And THAT is why the information was kept out of the news.

My children were murdered by a psychopath who turned their bodies into bloody Christmas decorations... and NOT ONE OF YOU GAVE A SHIT!

They spent weeks making those pieces of so called artwork out of my children's bodies.

And no one helped me take them down.

Not one of you!

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

Do you think I wanted to see them like that?

Do you think I wanted that to be my last memory of them?

I'm their fucking mother!

I learned fast on May 15, 2015, who I could rely on who I could trust... and the answer was NO ONE.... no one but the FBI agents who had the decency to help when no one else would.

I could have done what the rest of you all did and said the same thing you all did: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." But I didn't, did I? No! I didn't leave my children scattered remains of public display for all to see. I care enough about them to take them down, no matter how sick it made me, no matter how disgusted I was by it, no matter how much I didn't want to see them like that.

I loved my children, so when they were murdered, cut to pieces and strewn everywhere, I made sure to pick up every last piece.

And HOW have you people TREATED me in the 7 years since than?

I'll tell you... when I go to my church, The Saco Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints - they threw rocks at me when I tried to go inside. Five weeks in a row they slashed the tires on my car. I have an antique Volvo with white walls - each tire cost $2k to replace, and you did it 5 weeks in a row! One Sunday, they poured etching fluid on my windshield, I had to buy a new windshield. Their teens and children ran around singing the infamous chant "Too gay for the family friendly church". Fellow Mormons. I'm shocked. That's not the Mormon way.

It became too expensive for me to go to church because the repairs from the weekly vandalism while my car was in your parking lot was more money a week, than I make in a year.

THAT is why I stopped going to church the same year my children were murdered.

Because you people treated me like shit!

And what of my friends?

I've not seen or heard a word from any of them... NOT ONE... in 7 years.

I was in the hospital with a broken spine, broken hips, broken knees, broken legs.

My vertebrae are crushed and can not be operated on. So it can never be fixed.

Did anyone visit me in the hospital? No.

Did any one visit me after I got out of the hospital? No.

Were they there for me, when strangers with golf clubs, attacked me in a parking lot, while I was 8 months pregnant, killing my baby and breaking my spine, leaving me paralyzed for 5 months, and 18 months relearning to walk? No.

My relatives? My Aunt B* started posting the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours!"... something she initially posted 3 hours BEFORE my children's heads were nailed to my door.

While her brother Mervin Bruce set about to created HUNDREDS of social media accounts on FaceBook, Twitter, Twitch, hundreds on EACH, to spam pictures of severed head memes all over my profiles. While the adult children of his brother David took to posting photos of themselves carrying assault rifles and the words "This is the gun I'm going to blow your brains out with" was written on the photos. THAT is how my family - my aunts, my uncles, and my cousins reacted to my children being murdered.

I've not seen or heard from my brothers in 7 years. My father and one brother though they live with me, hasn't said a word to me in 7 years. And you've all seen what my mother does on my social media accounts.

After my children were murdered, everyone around me had one of 2 reactions: to treat my like the plague and completely shun me, or two turn psychotic violent and start harassing me online and offline.

It's been seven years, and I've yet to sit down and talk to anyone about what happened to my children, because I have no one to talk to.

And ONLY have no one to talk to, because you people made it so. I HAVE tried to reach out, to all of my relations, all of my friends. They hang up on me, slammed the door in my face.

I didn't just lose my 10 children the day they were murdered, I lost every single person in my life.

And then there are the neighbours, both the ones neighbouring my farm in Old Orchard Beach, where the murder took place AND the ones neighbouring my apartment in Biddeford... look at what you do: they hit me and my dog when you see us walking by, you throw rocks at me, you yell at me and call me a witch, you shout out anti-gay slurs, you scream "god hates fags" as I walk by.

Why?

Why do you do these things?

And right now, Thanksgiving week 2021, there is an angry mob roaming the forests of Maine, looking for Etiole, screaming they are going to kill the demon!

I am not a witch and Etiole is not a demon.

Why do you people say those things about us?

What is wrong with you people?

Why are you doing this?

And then the police and FBI say they have to keep these things out of the news?

Why?

They say the way my family died is too upsetting for people to read about.

No fuck? You think? At least they only have to read it, I'm the one who had to spend weeks scrubbing blood off the walls and doors and windows.

No. That's not okay. 

It's not okay for people to not know the fucked up shit these criminals did to my children!

It's not okay for witnesses to not know the danger they put themselves in if they come forward.

The FBI had 3 surveillance trucks on Main St, Cutts St, and Bradbury St all summer. They wanted me to change the paint on my car, the FBI phone number added to my trunk - to see HOW the people living on those 3 streets would react. 

Who would do what? 

What would be said? 

Who would go where? 

Who would attack my family first? 

How would they attack? 

What would they say while attacking? 

I knew how dangerous painting the FBI phone number on my car would be going into this. They said it would be, considering how violent the murder of my family was. 

Well now the FBI has SEEN FIRST HAND front row seat from that fake so-called FedEx truck in front of the apartment, what people do when I paint my car. 

Did they get the information they wanted? I don't know, but one man is dead and another man is dying. 

And I've HAD IT!  

What I do know is I'm sick of the damned secrecy, I'm sick of being required to not tell the public what happened to my family, I'm sick of MORE people dying because the FBI wants to sit back and wait, I'm sick of the local jackasses calling me a witch, I'm sick of the local idiots calling Etiole a demon, I'm sick of locals having psychotic meltdowns because I painted a mural on my car! 

And on top of all that, I'm without 2 friends right now, because one was hit by fucking train and the other one was gunned down 2 days later. 

Well I hope the FBI got the fucking ass information they needed because I've had it with ALL of this bull shit!

I'm tired of 7 years of not being allowed to talk about what happened to my family.

I'm tired of being required to change words in blog posts, because the FBI doesn't want certain words released to the public.

I'm tired of my family and friends being terrorized by jackass filth thug drug dealing lunatics.

I'm tired of bombs. 7 now. I've survived seven fucking bombs now. Two just this week alone. One in my car and one in my bedroom.

I'm tired of being your fucking guinea pig. My family was murdered 7 years ago, and I've not even had time to mourn because the FBI showed up and "Oh do this for us" and "Do that too"... we couldn't even have a funeral, because each of my ten children was chopped up into hundreds of pieces, and oh by the way guess what... that word I'm not supposed to use? You will notice I haven't used it in this post, I'm word the FBI asked me to use instead. So, if you happen to know which word in this post is WRONG and what that word SHOULD be... ask yourself how and why do you know the correct word, because you should NOT know the correct word, and if you do, chances are high, you've somehow had contact with the person who chopped up my children.

I'm sick of not being allowed to talk about my children.

They made me take all of their pictures down. There are no pictures of them anywhere on any of my social media profiles sine June 2016, because the FBI wanted all their pictures taken down. Why? So they could change that fucking word. 

You ALL know me... you who follow me... look at my pictures... which ones are gone? Thousands of them. I had more than 1,000 pictures just of Bela.

You all remember Bela.

And Georgie.

And Emily.

And Pippi.

And Cleo.

And I'm not allowed to say the names of the others.

I had to unpublish several of my books, because Cleo was on the book cover, because the books were a serious of non-fiction-day-in-the-life books about her.

How many of you reading this right now, have a copy of the book: "Cleo's Great Escape"? 

If you have a copy of that book, go get it and look at the book cover. 

That picture on the cover. That's Cleo. 

That's an actual photo of her. 

You want to know how Cleo died?  They held her stomach down over a circular table saw and cut Cleo in half while Cleo was still alive, and they hung each half of her to either side of the door of my motor home.

So, yeah, I'm pretty aware that these people are fucking dangerous.

But the people coming forward, calling that FBI number on my car, they don't know. They do not know, how dangerous these killers are, precisely BECAUSE the FBI won't let the information of HOW my children died be made public.

Each one died different.

Only Emily was boiled.

Only Cleo got a table saw.

They killed them using ten different, psychotic fucked up ways.

The people who killed my family are fucked up.

Normal sane people don't do the kind of fucked up torture shit that was done to my family.

And you know what's the worst part of all of this... MOST of the 120+ people who cam forward as "witnesses" and then dead in fucked up ways a few days later, turned out to NOT be real witnesses. They were just bored people looking to pull a prank, see if they could hoax the FBI, see if the FBI could tell if they were lying or not. It's bad enough when ACTUAL witnesses die after coming forward, but most of them were just pranksters trying to prank the FBI, and now they are dead, because, well as the FBI put it: "You don't know who we're dealing with here."

No. I don't. I have no idea who these bastards are. But it's pretty damned obvious the FBI does in fact know who they are otherwise they wouldn't keep saying:  "You don't know who we're dealing with here."

I don't understand all the stupid ass secrecy, but I'm tired of it. Okay?

I'm just fed up.

Two people close to me got hurt really bad this week, one of them is dead. My car got it's insides blown out and now I have weeks of repairs to look forward to, after just getting it back, from it being repaired for 3 years from the last time it got attacked back in February 2019. My apartment building got  vandalized to shit, one neighbour moved out this morning scared the fuck out of her mind, all the wires got cut off the building by a fucking lunatic. I was attacked by 6 sociopaths with rifles, who shot Etiole and used their cars to vandalize the hell out of Rotary Park. Seven times in the past hour, a woman has shown up on the neighbours front porch screaming "witch" and "demon" and yelling "you gotta get a new car whoop-whoop!" - not the same woman 7 times, now 7 different women have done that so far not today, but in the past hour - there's been a lot more throughout the day - none of them seem to be aware they are at the wrong door.  And that all just this one Thanksgiving Day week!

I want my fucking life back!

I'm an author. I used to publish 52 short stories a year, 4 or more novels a year, and 2 to 3 non-fiction articles a day. I published on average 2million words a year. I haven't published a damned thing since the FBI showed up after my family was murdered,not one thing in 7 years.

I can't even make an attempt to go back to living a normal life because every time I do the FBI is all "No, no, no, we need you to do this, we have to catch them. "You don't know who we're dealing with. We've been after this drug gang for years."

You know what? Fuck you!

My family died! And you jumped on that fucking piranhas! You don't give a shit what I'm going through. You don't give a shit what the surviving members of my family are going through. You don't give a shit that witnesses are dropping dead left and right, falling out of the sky and landing in front of trains. People are dying and you don't give a fucking shit, because all we are to you FBI agents are fucking tools for you to use, to get to some drug lord that I don't even know who it is or what the fuck it has to do with me or how my family ended up being killed by someone like that! Clearly you know why some drug lord killed my family, but I have no clue. I'm a Mormon. We don't use drugs or have connections to drug dealers.

I am tired of you FBI agents coming in here and using me and my car and my apartment and my family and my friends and my neighbours, to try to catch some drug gang that I don't know how in the hell I could even be connected to in the first place!

Is the FBI going to pay for the repairs to my car? No!

Is the FBI going to pay for the repairs to my apartment building? No!

Is the FBI going to pay for the medical bills for either me or Etiole or anyone else? No!

Of course not!

They are just going to continue to do what they have been doing for the past 7 years: sit on their asses in that fake ass FedEx truck out front, listening to every conversation, of every family, of every apartment, in every house on this street, and not do one other damned thing.

I'm tired of this.

I want my life back.

My family died seven years ago, and you won't let me move on, because you have some drug dealer you want to catch.

I have a missing older brother, I'm trying to locate. I have a career I'm trying to do. I have have 4 novels that I'm trying to write and edit. I'm trying to live my life, and everything I try to do, gets interrupted by vandalism, harassment, and attacks from total strangers who are somehow connected to that drug dealer who is also a stranger, because the FBI wants to take advantage of the fact that my family was murdered.

Well, I can see WHY, no one else who's family was murdered, was willing to help you, and I'm questioning why I should continue to help you, because it's been more harm than good, it's brought nothing but even more death and destruction, it's brought gangsters to my front door at THREE different apartment buildings now!

I'm crippled. I can barely sit up, let alone walk. I'm bedridden 12+ hours a day, and I'm asleep the rest of the day. I'm legally blind. I'm almost deaf. I have rheumatism and chronic tendinitis, COPD, OCD, Kanner's Syndrome, and post traumatic stress disorder. I have no grip strength, no bladder control, my doctor won't let me lift anything over 10lbs because my muscles fall off my joints if I do. I can't hear people coming, I can't see them coming, I can't fight back, and I have people running up behind me with golf clubs, baseball bats, and big ass fucking boulders. I have lunatics waving guns and rifles in my face and driving circles around me in tricked out pimp cars. A nut job drove up with a fucking gatland gun on the roof of a school bus!

And for what?

I now have $20million in medical bills, a bomb blew up my house and my horse stable, and killed my horses and my bantams, so now I don't have horses or bantams any more and I have to live in a scum dive apartment in fucking ass Biddeford of all places, All because after rebuilding my house on my farm in Old Orchard FIVE TIMES NOW a fucking lunatic with a backhoe drove over it every time I rebuilt it!

And why the hell did you put us in Biddeford? If I was going to choose my apartment, the last place I would pick is Biddeford! Yeah, I get that you wanted us as close to your precious drug lord as possible, but why did it have to be Biddeford!

Oh yeah... and that word I can't say, because the FBI says so... I had 83 of them and they're all dead too! 

Why?

So the FBI can catch some drug dealer, a heroine ring, that they claim is the one who murdered my family?

Why would some heroine dealer kill me family?

I can guarantee not a one of them took drugs. 

And if you say, well, kids and teens, you never know... yeah, but theirs that word that is DELIBERATELY WRONG and that word, when you know the correct word, makes all the differance in the world.

I guarantee, Bela, Georgie, Emily, Pippi, Cleo, and the ones I can't say the names of, were not running around buying drugs, because it'd be pretty difficult considering what they were.

The connection is the Atwaters. The people killed my family, did so, because they got the wrong fucking information. They were supposed to attack "a green trailer" that was sitting in the Atwaters's yard, the vardo that's been in my family for decades. That same week, there was a construction crew in my yard, so I moved my motorhome next door, to park in their driveway next door. I live at 146. My motorhome is usually at 146. It was in their yard next door at 148, because there were 3 dump trucks in my yard doing work, and I moved the motorhome so they had room to get up in the yard. And my motorhome is a famous monster truck rally icon. It's No Hurry, the official Monster Energy Drink Monster Truck built by Monster Truck builder Alan Berry. It's Monster Energy Drink Lime Green. The attackers were told to attack a "green trailer" which was a dark green wooden vardo parked out back, and the day they arrived, my neon lime green motorhome was sitting in the driveway in front of the vardo.

And that's the ONLY reason, my family died.

They were after the Atwaters, not me, not my family. Of that the FBI is 100% certain. And it's because of a fight they had with a construction worker over a septic tank. Of that the FBI is also 100% certain. And I'm on a "need to know" basis, so, how any of that connects to a drug gang and heroine dealers, I have no clue, but somehow it does, according to the FBI. I don't "need" to know any more than that, so, they tell didn't tell me any more than that.

I was not the intended target.

My family were not the intended targets.

My motorhome was not the intended target.

I just happened to park my motorhome in the wrong driveway on the wrong day, and be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And you people running around with your stupid ass rumours, you NOT helping the FBI''s investigation any at all. In fact you're hindering it a hell of a lot.

What happened to me was supposed to happen to the Atwaters, but I don't know why.

I don't know what the hell they've got themselves involved in, but I do know, FBI Agent Andy Drewer told me to tell every one in the family, my brothers, my mother, my father, to stay the hell away from the Atwaters, because they are the ones connected to the drug dealer. According the Agent Drewer, anyone with the Atwaters when they go down, is gonna go down with them. Bruce is now dead - maybe - it's faked his death 4 times now and, no one saw his body and there was no funeral, so no one knows 100% for sure if he's dead or not. The day before his most recent supposed death, he bought plane tickets for New Zealand. According the Agent Drewer, Bruce ran in with some gang in Boston. A big gang. One of the biggest in America. And THAT is who killed my family. He was sick, avoiding the hospitals because there was a warrant out for him, so he tried to get some drugs in Boston, and than ran off without paying for those drugs. And so all of his relatives became targets after that. And that's why he vanished November 24, 2019, with only the word of one daughter to say that he's dead.

So, because the uncle who runs around calling everyone demons, the uncle who used to be one of Heaven's Gate's leaders, the uncle who locked me in a cage when I was 8 and left me there for 27 years, because HE fucked over some Boston drug dealer, my family is dead, because apparently, they thought he was hiding out in the Atwaters's yard in a green trailer, and somehow the Atwaters fighting with a construction worker over a septic tank, caused the drug lord to think Bruce was in the Atwaters's yard hiding in a green trailer.

Mervin Bruce Atwater, the SAME guy who started the demon rumour about Etiole ALSO ran around claiming to be one of Heaven's Gate's leaders, and that doesn't tell you he's crazy?

It's crazy as all fuck, but hey, this is the uncle who bragged that he helped kill 39 people at Heaven's Gate because he thought god was running in from planet Kolob on Comet Hale-bop, and the same uncle who started the Amphibious Alien rumour about Etiole, and the same uncle who started the demon rumours about Etiole, and the same uncle who kept little girls in rusted cage (I stall have the cages by the way, I've showed you them in several live-streams), so why should I be surprised, that this same uncle tried to cheat some Boston drug lord and then got my family killed by hiding out in the Atwaters's yard?

Mervin Bruce Atwater was a funking lunatic who was obsessed with aliens and ufos and demons and ghosts, that's WHY it was the only thing he ever talked about. And he got hung up on Etiole and my 1964 Dodge and obsessed over telling everyone he could find online and offline that Etiole was an alien demon and my car was haunted.

I had hoped now that he was dead, the rumours would die with him, but no, look at what's going on this week!

Some homeless ma got hit by a train, and suddenly half of Biddeford is running around calling me a witch, calling Etiole a demon, and saying, now a DIFFERENT car - the Volvo, not the Dodge - it haunted!

What the fuck!

What is wrong with you people?

In the past few week, new information came forward about the 2015 murder of my family and the FBI asked me to hold up on painting the mural on my car, and to instead put the FBI info request message there for a few weeks to see what would happen. They wanted to see WHO would react and WHAT they would do.

On the hood of my car was written: "On April 10, 2015 ten of my twelve children were kidnapped. On May 15, 2015, ten of their heads were nailed to my door. Have information, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322" While a shorter version of the message was on the trunk. They asked me to park my car in the BACK of the building, in the hedged in yard, where it could be seen by only 2 windows. The car left the yard. No one other than people living in those 2 windows could see it.

The FBI, suspected, that the construction worker who fought with the Atwaters over the septic tank, than drove a back hoe over my house, was connected to this porch woman, and they wanted to see, how fast word got back to him, that a message about my dead children was now painted on the hood of my car.

The answer?

Ten hours.

Within ten hours, the FBI surveillance truck in Old Orchard Beach, reported back to the FBI surveillance in Biddeford, that he had a raging fit and was now on the warpath, because of what it said on the hood of my car.

My car never left the yard and could ONLY be seen by 2 windows. Meaning someone in one of those 2 windows, was his informant.

Three days later, the FBI said is was okay to paint over the words and finish putting the mural on the car, that mural, that I had started painting months ago and stopped because the FBI wanted to put that message on my car to see who would do what because of it.

So, 3 days later, I painted the JellyFish over the words on the hood and WAS going to finish the hamsa on the trunk, except, things started happening. A lot of things, fast. While I was in Old Orchard, getting ready to paint off the words on the trunk, HE showed up... the back hoe driver, on September 24, 2021, this time in a dark green pick up truck. Accompanied by a blond woman, whom, I've seen hanging around with my Aunt B for years. She's got really distinctive hair, like a blond Afro. She stood in my driveway screaming about "the little yellow house" odd seeing how that house has been gone for 9 years. Meanwhile the man who fought over the septic tank with the Atwaters, drove back and forth and drove back and forth and back and forth and drove back and forth and back and forth and drove back and forth and back and forth and drove back and forth in front of my driveway for 10 hours, while I stopped painting and sat their watching him wondering what the hell he was doing.

The FBI said, don't take the rest of the words off yet. Leave the trunk words on, we want to see who else reacts to them.

And throughout October and November, people have been reacting a lot.

And boy oh boy people reacted.

And I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of so many people dying so senselessly, because of some drug lord who thinks nothing of killing everyone, just so he can sell drugs.

And I'm tired of the FBI using my family's murder to get to him.

I'm tired of not being allowed to do anything because the FBI wants to wait and see what happens.

I'm not involved in your stupid ass drug dealer.

My family was killed by mistake, because the jackasses mistook a green motorhome for a green trailer.

And FBI jumped on that, saw it as an opportunity.

Well, I don't see my family as your fucking opportunity.

They are my family. And they're dead. And you don't care.

They aren't tools for you to use.

My family is dead at the hands of some drug lord who we never had anything to do with to begin with, they got the wrong fucking house, and you've dragged so many people in my life into this.

Ben has people following him now.

What is wrong with you people?

You couldn't get enough attacking one old man (Etiole) so now you are going after another one?

He's scared to drive any more because thugs follow him to his house.

I'm being shot at in Rotary Park.

Etiole was gunned down by lunatics.

I'm sick of this.

I want my life back.

And if Etiole dies, I'm done. I'm not going to do one damned more thing for you fucking FBI agents who don't give a shit about us. Etiole is the only one who's always been there for me through everything. I'm sick of you using us. I'm sick of being hurt and I'm sick of watching others get hurt. Find someone else to help you take down your damned drug lord. You trained for this type of stuff, I didn't. You chose this path in life, I didn't.

Also, I am being flooded with people showing up at all of my known addresses (I have several in several towns), all of whom are raving and ranting and gibbering and mumbling and someone named Todd.

They are saying things like:

And yes, I do have them on camera saying these things, most of them seemed to be unaware that I have a camera on me that runs 24/7, which is odd, as anyone who follows me online knows I've not turned that camera off since June 2016, when the FBI gave me instructions to RECORD EVERYTHING and send the footage to them EVERY TIME ANY ONE DOES ANYTHING. So, yeah, everything you people are doing and saying IS recorded and the FBI has it.

But here's the thing, I make no secret of the camera, and it streams to Twitch and YouTube so, my followers are watching you people do this as well... and that raises red flags... you see, anyone who knows me knows to stay away from camera range if they do not want to be on the livestream.

That's one thing that has stood out with the Boston drug group that my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater got messed up with: they DO KNOW the camera is on and they stay away for the most part since they realized this (since October 21, 2016, when one of them did get on film and the Old Orchard Beach Police arrested in a few hours later).

Since the 4-door white truck driver's arrest, the rest of the Boston drug group backed off as none of them wants to be on a YouTube or Twitch livestream. This is also when the Kendra woman disappeared and has not bothered me since.

The ONLY people who've been stupid enough to get in camera rage SINCE October 21, 2016, have been local people connected to the Atwaters/Scottish Travellers, and NO BODY ELSE.

Well, here's the thing, as near as the FBI can tell, the Boston drug lord didn't know who I was, didn't know how famous I was, didn't realize that millions of people were getting daily updates on the attacks, UNTIL the 4 door white truck ended up on camera. The FBI thinks the Boston drug lord backed off BECAUSE they looked me up and found out who I was, realized that if they kept harassing me, they'd all go down hard just because sooner or later the wrong one of them would get caught on camera. You see, the last thing the Boston drug lord wants is for anything he does to be on camera.

Now, anyone who reads my blogs or watches my streams or reads my books or reads my websites - keeping in mind I write more than 200 (two hundred) blogs and websites, knows that every minute of every day of my life is posted online somewhere, and because of this MOST local people know to stay out of camera range if they don't want to be online.

And now this week there are these people who are gibbering nonsense about Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd... and... uhm... seem to be completely and totally unaware, they are doing it on camera.

That's means a few things: 

1. It means, they don't ACTUALLY know who I am, are unaware I'm the Gypsy Witch from The Thinner and have 30million devoted Stephen King fan followers watching them make idiots of themselves.

2. It also means, them not being followers of my online, they are unaware that I don't know who this Todd person is. I know no one named Todd either online or offline. It appears that someone is running around TELLING people that I'm saying this or that, and those people are just blindly believing them, without do any fact checking at all. It also appears that some one is deliberately going out of their way to work these people up in a frenzy. In fact, it looks like there is someone out there who has a psychotically vehement hatred for me and is just trying to slander me as much as they can to as many people as possible to TRY to get a mob to attack me.

3. These people are showing up in my driveway, coming up to me on the sidewalk while I walk my dog, approaching me while I'm shopping at WalMart, coming up to me while I'm at the library... and it's not a few people - it's well over a hundred people randomly coming up to me at every place I go... they are saying thing like: "You can't say ___, ___, ___ or ___ about Todd." Alongside of saying stuff like: "I'm fine with you saying ___ and ___ about Todd mother because she's a bitch." And yet, I know no one named Todd, nor do I know his mother, which means I've never said anything about this Todd or his mother. And I'm left wondering what they are talking about and why they think I had said the things they think I said. I can't understand why these people think I'm talking about Todd or his mother, when I don't even know who is Todd or his mother? But it's a HUGE amount of people doing it - MASSIVE amount of people - so whoever is spreading this rumour, they are spreading it on huge levels, to massive amounts of people. 

3A. One elderly man walked up to me today, a man probably in his 80s. Wanted to know if I was EelKat, than proceeded to tell me that, all week, he has been receiving weird spam emails - the emails are three thousand words long, he said, and all the same - he said they call me a lot of nasty words that he said he was too polite to repeat, and he said they mostly focused on Etiole and the topic of aliens and demons. He said he was very confused as he doesn't know ANY of the email addresses sending it to him, and stated that it looks like everyone who sent it to him, were just mass spamming the email to 100+ randomly generated emails, in an attempt to get the email out to as many random people as possible. He said he had received the same email from more then three dozen people that morning alone and he's been getting it steadily for the past few days... so based on what he told me... it's A LOT of people, random-spamming 100+ random-emails over and over and over and over and over and over again, all day long, for the past several days. 

4. When I ask what they are talking about they respond with: "All that stuff you wrote on FaceBook about Todd and his mother!" But I've not written anything on FaceBook about their precious Todd or his mother, seeing how I don't know who Todd or his mother is.

5. It means that somewhere on FaceBook there is an account that is pretending to be me. I don't like being impersonated, so I want to know where this account is, who is running it, and why they are slandering me by making it look like I have said things which I never said at all.

These people act like they think I know what they are talking about, but I've no clue!

They are saying: "You can't say this or that about Todd!" And I'm just here completely clueless wondering who in the hell Todd is and what exactly it was that I was supposed to have said about this guy that I don't even know who he is? 

Nothing these people are saying is making any sense. It leaves me wondering if someone online has a social media account, that either is impersonating me or somehow these people THINK is me.

THIS is my FaceBook account here: https://www.facebook.com/EelKat

THIS is my Twitter: https://twitter.com/EelKat

And that's it.

I don't have any others. So whatever you people are reading on other accounts, was NOT posted by me and is someone impersonating me.

6. That means that these fucking bastards shot Etiole over something posted on FaceBook about this Todd guy, posted by someone pretending to me, and yes I AM fucking pissed that someone pretending to me instigated this and got Etiole shot.

7. If YOU know who Todd and his mother are, please contact them both and give them fucking hell - tell them their jackass fanboys shot my friend and they can both burn in hell with their fucking fanboys; tell them to get this Todd's fucking fanboys out of my face and under control. If Etiole dies from these gun shot wounds, I'm going to hold Todd whoever the hell he is, his mother, and his fanboys responsible.

8. It means if they were actually reading stuff written by me, they would KNOW that I've never mentioned any Todd or any Todd's mother before.

9. It looks a lot like a stunt pulled by one of Mervin Bruce Atwater's crew. They've done things like this before. There was a time when they had over two dozen FaceBook profiles all of whom were impersonating me, back in 2010 and they caused a lot of trouble back than. FB banned them all for it, so those accounts are gone now, but I wouldn't put it past them to have made more. The Atwaters are fucking shit. They like to stir up trouble. They like to get people fighting than sit back and laugh while they watch the fight. 

These people showing up (most of them Atwaters and their friends) in both my Biddeford and my Old Orchard locations this week, are accusing me of one thing after an another and smashing things up while they are here.

They are accusing me of talking about J* and I've never mentioned J* ever!

They claimed they read it on my FaceBook. 

THIS is my FaceBook account here: https://www.facebook.com/EelKat

I've had that account since 2008 and you can scroll back through every post I've ever made, and you can SEE that I have never said anything about J* ever, not once, all the way back to 2008!

They are accusing me of talking about Todd and I've never even heard of Todd! I know no one online or offline named Todd.

Again, they claimed they read it on my FaceBook. 

THIS is my FaceBook account here: https://www.facebook.com/EelKat

I've had that account since 2008 and you can scroll back through every post I've ever made, and you can SEE that I have never said anything about anyone named Todd ever, not once, all the way back to 2008!

They are accusing me of talking about Todd's mother and I've never even heard of Todd, so how the hell could I even know who his mother is? I know no one online or offline named Todd, nor do I know anyone who has a son named Todd.

Again, they claimed they read it on my FaceBook. 

THIS is my FaceBook account here: https://www.facebook.com/EelKat

I've had that account since 2008 and you can scroll back through every post I've ever made, and you can SEE that I have never said anything about anyone named Todd ever, nor his mother, not once, all the way back to 2008!

Now today, November 29, 2021, I also have people in my yard, talking to my landscaper, bragging "I know what happened to the fucking Volvo!" and then telling him stuff completely wrong, because you were not there and you were not a witness, you are just the town gossip spread even MORE slander, rumours, and lies about me!

Today, one of them is talking about a car accident with my car. They said and I quote: "Well it turns out the car was rear-ended 3 years ago." No. The car was rear-ended September 26, 2016, 5 years ago. And it happened on a livestream, so anyone can look up my VOD archive and go watch it. It's not a secret. It was a red min-van, astro-van type a hit and run driver. Old man with a straw hat was driving. Police looked for him but never found him.

The big attack on my car - the one that damaged 90% of the body, removing the paint and marbles - was February 2019 (2 years ago), and it was done by a gang with New York plates, all of them armed with baseball bats and long metal pipes, one was a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi (the ferrai looking model), the others were white and drove a blue Buick and a silver 2 and a half door pickup truck. One woman was a very big fat woman (hugely obsess - around 300lbs+) with short permed sausage curled blond hair she didn't have a baseball bat - she was carrying a big foot long kitchen knife and a 3 foot long white pvc pipe, one was a redhead woman with dark dyed red stick straight bobbed hair, the other 2 were white men who had baseball caps pulled down low on their faces so you couldn't see anything but dark shadow. The men had baseball bats, they went into the 27 High Street Apartment building at the time owned by "Two Brothers and a Truck" (a local real estate company named "Two Brothers and a Truck"). They smashed out all the windows in the halls. smashed out the drywall then started pulling out wiring and pipes, they smashed off the rails of the stairs all 3 floors. They ripped the door off the 102 apartment and beat the shit out of the 2 women living there, smashed up the appliances (fridge, stove, etc) and threw them out into the hall. They pulled out sinks and flood apartment 101 below. They smashed their way back downstairs, trashes 3 of the cars in the parking lot - a white Cadillac escilade, a black pickup truck that used to be red with yellow flames, and my Volvo. Both the other to cars belonged to the Martel family at apartment 201, and the police said the owner of the black truck was the intended target. They said he owed money to a heroine drug dealer and skipped out on paying and the drug dealer sent the 5 thugs to trash the place, bu when they got there they didn't know which apartment to go after or which car, so they just trashed every apartment and every car. Police arrested them that same night. They did over $230k in damages to the building. City condemned the building, everyone had to leave, that's when we moved to Cutts Street and why my car didn't come with us - it went elsewhere to be rebuilt, which took until May 2021 to do. It arrived at Cutts st May 2021 where I preceded to repaint it. I lived on 103 at the time, and it happened during a Witcher 3 livestream on Twitch, so not only did all my viewers see it happen live, but I have the video footage and yet again the VOD is in my archive you can go watch it for yourself.

The following day the State Police Drug Team arrived with drug sniffing dogs and found a huge stash of cocaine and heroine in apartment 201 and arrested the Martels. A woman at 101 was beaten to death by 2 other men, not connected to the other events, and those 2 men were also arrested. The Martels are in-laws of the Atwaters, the man arrested was my uncle and was the brother of Paul Martels the one currently in prison for having built the Boston Marathon bomb. AGAIN, the event was caused by my uncles and they stupid gang thug life.

In total 8 people were arrested that day, 1 woman died, a child died a week later as a side effect of injuries that day, 3 others ended up in the hospital, 3 cars were totalled, $230,000 in damages was done to the building, and 27 people ended up homeless.

THAT was the attack that caused my car to need to be rebuild and repainted, not the rear-ending event.

And YES, EVERY ONE of these attacks, ALL OF THEM - more than 200 of them since 2013, I have them ALL on video, I have the video footage of all of them, and the FBI has the footage of them all as well, because I gave all the video footage to them when they showed up asking for it, so if you were ever in any of the video footage doing any of these attacks, the FBI does know, they HAVE seen you. 

Did I mention the camera runs 24/7? 

I can PROVE every single event I list off here, because I have the video footage of ALL of them.

Nothing about my life is hidden.

I have no secrets.

My life is an open book.

Every minute of my life is archived and available for you to watch online.

You can go watch those videos and SEE the attackers FOR YOURSELF.

Smile: you're on fucking candid camera, EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE WAS RECORDED!

If you didn't want to be on camera, you shouldn't have gotten near me.

And yes, you standing at my backdoor this morning at 10AM, bragging to the landscaper, about "turns out the car was rear-ended 3 years ago" - I have THAT on camera too!

And yes, I have the video footage of both the times my car was totalled.

The rear-end accident September 26, 2018 (3 years ago) AND the baseball attack that took off the marbles in February 2019 (2 years ago).

So, no, you got the events mixed up. The one 3 years ago was the attack on the Martel Family - who are in-laws of the Atwaters and are related to me that way.  I told you, I had to rebuild my car TWICE.

You are mixing up the facts of multiple events.

  *   The Dazzling Razzbury 1 - the original paint job was done in May 2012. That is the one that had all the Voodoo Veve painted on it. Large sections of the car were not painted, rather instead coloured duck tape, bumper stickers, and glitter gemstone stickers had been used to make skull and cross bone patterned around the car. There were also orange Moxie cans glued to the roof. The entire paint job had a layer of of purple glitter spray paint over it. This is the version that was seen at the Monster Truck rallies and was seen set up along side BigFoot at various events in Maine.

  *   In 2014 The Dazzling Razzbury 1, was seriously vandalized, while parked on Water Street in front of Homer's Bar, by a key or screwdriver, or something similar, which scratched off most of the paint job. Police assumed it was done by drunks leaving Homer's Bar.

  *   In 2014 I painted The Dazzling Razzbury 2. This 2nd paint job, is the one most people are familiar with. The novel BoomFuzzy was published earlier that year and sold 57million copies, earning $12,000. I used that money to buy 2.5million flat-backed marbles and swanski crystal beads, repainted the car with a red and yellow fire-bird on the hood, a blue pigeon on the trunk, green moray eels on the doors, all in glow-in-the-dark black-light paint (the car glowed in the dark at night, if left sitting under a street light for an hour), and then went over the design gluing beads and marbles of the same colours on top of the mural.

  *   In 2015 the car was vandalized several times by a local church group, a group of all women, who claimed to be from New Life Church in Biddeford. They accused the car of being "too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach" and slashed the tires and door on multiple occasions throughout the year. This is why the doors were repainted several times throughout that year and why it no longer has white-wall tires.

  *  In September 2018, the rear-end hit and run, happened on the Ross Road on the bridge crossing the Goosefare Brooke Ravine. The back bumper was damaged and the frame twisted and cracked. The body had to be lifted off the car and the frame restored, but the paint job was not changed as it was not damaged.

  *  In 2019, the car received more tan $30k in damages, during the drug gang attack on the 27 High Street apartment complex. The car sustained signification body and mechanical damage. In the space of under 15 minutes the 5 drug gangsters decimated all the glass marbles with baseball bats, reducing them to pulverized, powdered, shattered glass shards.  The damage was to the extent that I did not dare to drive the car, due to the jagged shards of broken glass from the shattered marbles. Should someone lay their hand on the hood or fender, they would have quickly found their hand a bloody mess. In short - it was not safe to have the car on the road. The car was taken to a garage for repairs, where the mechanical parts were restored, while the body underwent the year long sanding job that was required to file down and remove the shattered remains of the 2.5million broken marbles. The car was seen on the road a few times throughout 2019 and 2020 while it was being taken back and forth between repair locations. Finally in April of 2021, it was fully restored, sanded down to the bar metal, painted with black primer, and in May 2021, returned once again as my daily driver.

  *  In May 2021, The Dazzling Razzbury 3 - the third paint job - was started, and for some unknown reason, WHILE I was painting the picture of Etiole on the side, 2 men showed up in the driveway and had a total psychotic meltdown over aliens... which you all of course saw, as I was live streaming that day, as I am every day. A few hours later one of the men returned to find me painting the Eye of the Grigori (the blue wings of the archangels) and had a gibbering meltdown about blue penises staring at him from the door - again, you all saw him do it as we were live streaming. The following day while painting the two Eyes of God on the back bumper, a women showed up screaming "WIIIIITCH!" and threw herself on the sidewalk in some sort of a fake seizure, while shrieking that "the evil eye is strangling me, she's trying to kill me with her car!". Moments later a man ran over, told the woman to get up and stop being an idiot, than said "that's not an evil eye, that's a protection symbol Gypsies use to ward off demons and curses" He than dragged the woman down the street and into the house 2 buildings down from us. After that, EVERY DAY, the same woman showed up in the driveway - wither I was painting or not - to gibber that the eyes of my car were "boring a hole in my brain" and "it's sending me messages". And every day the man dragged her away apologizing and saying she was off her meds.

   *   June 2021 the massive heatwave hit and the paint job was put on hold due to I had no shade to park the car in, so it was too dangerous to sit out n the sun long enough to paint. I had to wait for the heat wave to end, before I could resume painting.

  *  September 2021, the heatwave finally broke, but my father had triple by pass surgery and was in the hospital for several weeks, so the paint job did not resume immediately. This was complicated by 4 deaths in the family, each a week apart, meaning we had 4 back to back funerals the same time, while my dad was in the hospital. One death, as you know, was one of my kidnapped children, returned, which sparked the FBI to return as well, because we had not seen Pippi in 6 years, and she had suddenly been returned, now 10 years old (she had been 4 years old when she was kidnapped on April 10, 2015). And right after a second one died, bringing he total of the dead up to 11 now.  12 children were kidnapped, and as of September 28, 2021 now 11 of them have been found dead.

  *  October 2021, with the sudden return and death of yet another child, the FBI asked me to change what I was painting on my car, to see if they could lure out/trick the kidnappers into making a mistake and revealing who they were. This is WHEN and WHY the FBI phone number appeared on the car.

  *  Throughout October and into November, LOTS of people began to show up both at my Biddeford apartment and my Old Orchard farm, and it became clear VERY quickly that someone in our apartment building was connected to the kidnappers.

  *  At this same time, the Atwaters went haywire, becoming more frantic and more violent with each passing week. The FBI started going door to door of the Atwaters and asking to talk to them, but got most of the doors slammed in their faces.

  *  On Thanksgiving week, all hell broke lose, and I still don't know what happened. But several people - one woman in our apartment building, and over a dozen Atwaters, all had total, brutal, violent meltdowns, some arriving with rifles. ALL of them began gibbering about someone named "Todd" and accusing my car of sending suicide demons to kill him. I think whoever Todd is, he might be dead, but I'm not sure. They seem to think I know who Todd is, and they are ALL saying that he became obsessed with the words on my car believing that he knew the kidnappers. There are a dozen plus people rambling on gibbers about this Todd fellow, and none of them give enough coherent or logical info to fully understand what they are talking about. It's all just weird bits and pieces of rambling nonsense mingled in with death threats. That same week a local homeless man got hit by a train, and that seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back as the following day, the shit hit the fan, with half of the Cutts Street district of Biddeford, dozens and dozens of people, showing up on Reddit and FaceBook to have total psych deranged meltdowns of troll posting insanity, alongside them also showing up at Rotary Park armed with guns, and 6 of them attacking and gunning down Etiole while calling him a suicide demon.

There are A LOT of people, all very local, all connected to the Atwaters, having some serious psycho-deranged shit feasts this week, and I'm not sure why. The ONLY thing they have in common is gibbering weird shit abut Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, Todd, alongside claiming the eyes on my car are watching them and telling them to all kill themselves.

Like the weird gang of church women from 2015 who claimed my car was gay and was making people near it turn gay, this group of clearly high as heck, drug addled people, are claiming that my car is making every one it drives by commit suicide.

Just as the Bible-crazed lunatics of 2015, accused my car of have gay demons in it, now these clearly high on drugs lunatics of 2021 are accusing my car of having suicide demons in it.

They claim that the eyes painted on my car are sending out brainwaves telling everyone it drives by to commit suicide.

It is more than obvious that the people saying my car is sending out brainwaves, are VERY HIGH on drugs. They are wild eyed, frantic, hyped up, and gibbering total madness.

No sane, sober person is going to believe a car sends out brainwaves of any sort.

No sane, sober person is going to believe a car is gay.

No sane, sober person is going to believe a car is demon possessed.

No sane, sober person is going to believe a car is telling them to commit suicide.

The people saying these things are neither sane, nor sober.

I don't know what kind of drugs cases people to believe or say the things these people are saying about my car, but I am terrified of the crazy freaked out shit these people are saying.

These people are fucking psychotic out of their minds high on some sort of drug that makes them thing cars compel them.

Growing up in Old Orchard Beach, I've never seen people on drugs before. I had always heard rumours how bad the drug problem was in Biddeford, but damn, I had no clue how psycho deranged drugs make people act.

The Atwaters, they are crazy. But these Biddeford freaks, these are drug addicts with some serious messed up drug induced shit going on in their heads.

But yeah, there you have it, the sequence of events to the 3 paint jobs of my car.

I'm still trying to finish painting my car, but it's pretty terrifying being surround by the psycho deranged drug addled freaks of Biddeford and having them trance around in my driveway gibbering about utter lunacy every time I try to paint my car.

The locals in the Cutts street area have some seriously fucked up drug addiction problems and I don't like the dope heads standing in my driveway gibbering demon shit while i paint my car. These people are fucked up BAD! 

But, back on topic, again, that 2019 attack was nothing to do with me, it was my fucking Atwater relatives again, getting messed up with drug dealers. That's ALWAYS what the problem is. The Atwaters and their drugs are a problem, because they are constantly butting heads with drug dealers and not paying them.

Did you ever notice how every time people start accusing me, Etiole, or my car of crazy shit, it always turns out that the accusers are messed up on drugs and caught up in messes with drug dealers?

What is it with these freaky ass drug people flocking to my car!

Why can't they leave me alone!

Why can't they take their drug someplace else?

That's why I keep asking the Atwaters to leave me alone and stay out of my life.

I'm sick of them, every time they get in trouble with some drug gang, they show up here and start asking me for money. But I don't have any money. My income has never yet had a year of reaching $5k (I make less than five thousand dollars a year - in case you forgot I'm a Literary Fantasy novelist, and that genre don't pay shit because it's no a popular genre). 

March 31, 2015, they showed up, the fucking Atwaters, asking for $30k - thirty thousand! They said Bruce had been arrested for trying to saw his wife's foot off, and when the police asked why he did it, he started gibbering about Heaven's Gate and god being and alien from Kolob like he always does, so they not only arrested him, they put him in that mental institute behind the Saco Good Shepherd Catholic Church. Judge set bail to $30k and his sons refused to pay it, so one of his sister's showed up demanded I give her $30k. They've got it stuck in their heads that I'm a millionaire because I'm an author, and they had all sort of conspiracies about me "holding out on them" as they put it, and they said they deserved the money more than me.

That happened 2 weeks before my family was murdered and that's why THEY - the fucking Atwaters - where the number one suspects by every police officer and FBI agent on the case, right from the very beginning.

These other people who run around saying I'm accusing them.... uhm... no... they are just whinny people trying to get their 15 minutes of fame... the Atwaters, my uncles and their drug crew have ALWAYS been the only ones who were suspects, those other people saying they are being accused are just saying that to try to get attention.

These people attacking right now this week, again it's the fucking Atwaters and their crew, and anyone telling you otherwise, hasn't got a clue what's going on.

The Atwaters are the founders of The Bacon Street Gang, if you live in Biddeford, you know them, the founders of the Maine Division of Heaven's Gate (in the Dayton and Buxton area mostly), the founders of a group called "The Loyalest White Knights, More Loyal Than the Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" (mostly in Bangor and Palmyra). Severally of the older generation (the ones in their 70s to 90s) call themselves The Scottish Mafia (even though they are not Mafia, they just call themselves that). They are constantly getting in gang wars with other Gypsy and Traveller Clans, most notably a group from Connecticut known as The Cyr Clan" and more recently a group from Rhode Island that claims to be Irish Travellers. 

The very reason I avoid all contact with the Atwaters is quite simply they are all gangster thugs and are always involved in chop shopping cars, stealing metal, drug dealers, illegal gun running, prostitution, moon-shining, and drug dealing. They are constantly getting in gang wars with other chop shoppers, metal scrappers, gun runners, whore mongers, moonshiners, and drug dealers. Drive by shootings are a daily thing for them. Not a one of them has ever been to school, none of them have birth certificates or social security numbers, none of them have ever been vaccinated for anything, because they don't go to doctors. They live off grid, are predominately squatters driving in a huge caravan of 400+ cars/trucks/school buses/rvs/and vardos that set up massive tent villages behind any random farm they find. Only a few of the Atwaters are settled or have houses. They live fully off grid, no drivers licenses, no legal license plates, no inspections, no registrations, no bank accounts, no credit cards, nothing. They claim the government is run by Satan and the social security number is the mark of the beast. They are very extreme extremist FLDS Mormons (Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints). Stephen King choose them for The Thinner movie precisely because of how freakishly outlandishly bizarre they are. They rarely come down to Southern Maine, usually stay North of Bangor, so we don't often see the down here in The Greater Portland area.

However, they have been down here quite a lot since January 6, 2021. They were at the Capital attack, and they arrived in Biddeford Jan 7, in my driveway - the Cutts St one, chanting "God - King - Trump - God - King - Trump - God - King - Trump". THAT is when the FBI arrived again. Jan 15, and asked me to change all the articles on my website, to remove the one specific word and put a different word in it's place. And that's when the fake FedEX FBI surveillance truck showed up as well, they said they put them in a lot of locations and were watching a lot of people. They had a lot to say. My Aunt B*, the one we'd previously be warned to stay away from, she was in DC at the Jan 6 riot, and her ex-husband Paul is in prison right now for building the bomb that killed people at the Boston Marathon in 2013. The FBI arrived here in Biddeford, with lots of photos of bombs wanting to know if I could id who had made them, because, the Atwaters have a history of bombs, a big history of a lot of bombs. 

New evidence came forward about April 10, 2015, as a result of January 6, 2021. 

Evidence which says, someone really close to me, HIRED the man who drove the backhoe over my house in 2013. One of my relatives PAID him $600 to do it, gave him fake documents, claiming it was a demolition permit, and he was duped into think they owned the house and that the house was empty.

Evidence which put the murder weapon - a very unique one-of-a-kind weapon that is over 200 years old - the murder weapon of my children, in DC on Jan 6.

Evidence that now suggests, a relative was the murderer, and the murder was done to frame someone the Atwaters were fighting with back in 2015.

The FBI has been trying to get a Boston drug dealer, and the attacks in 2015 and 2016 were largely by his group, however after the 4-door white truck was foolish enough to not only get caught on camera, but the license plate was clearly on camera too, and the driver arrested that same day - the Boston drug dealer backed off and from his group there were no more attacks, and that included the Kendra woman.

After the death/disappearance of Uncle B* November 24, 2019. ALL attacks stopped completely. Everything. Everywhere. Online and Offline. And the FBI was at that point satisfied that my family had been murdered by my Uncle B*, which is what most of the evidence had suggested all a long.

Until September 19, 2020, when one of the biggest attacks ever happened, to my farm in Old Orchard Beach. My next door neighbour had hired a construction crew to do yard work. My neighbour gone for the month, was not there when the yard work was done. The construction workers stole the $10k my neighbour paid them, never did the yard work, and instead, drove yet another back hoe into my yard, to cut down several 500 year old pine trees, and drive over the vardo, which is now crushed flat, they took my neighbours boat and tossed that into my yard, they drove over my father's station wagon which parked in my driveway at the time, they pulled up my hedge of 15 foot tall cedar trees, and they dumped lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of heroine all over my yard. I had never seen heroine before, so I had no clue wat it was. All I knew was their were bags of stuff and lots of syringes everywhere. I called the police, and they arrived and spent the day picking up lots of drugs out of my yard.

My poor neighbour was out there crying and apologizing. Yeah, I knew they wouldn't do something like this. They are good people. So, my neighbour is stuck trying to get their $10k back, but the construction group they hired turns out to have been fake and showed up offering to do the job, apparently just so they could attack my yard, and the FBI and police are trying to figure out who the hell did this to my yard.

So, the FBI was back. Now confused. Because on one hand it looked like it was done by the Boston drug lord, but on the other hand it looked like it was done by my Uncle B* to frame the Boston drug lord, except my Uncle B* had supposedly been dead for over a year by that point. Seeing how B* had faked his death 4 times in the past, the FBI now wanted to find out, had he faked his death again? Was he still alive? Was this a copycat, trying to make it look like B* had done it and if so, who was the copycat?

This is when the FBI asked me to remove all pictures of my family from my website, and remove all the names of all the children, except for: Georgie, Emily, Bela, Cleo, and Pippi. 

The FBI suspected that, as the whole thing was kept out of the news and 6 years had now gone by, it was highly probable that MOST people in the area, even people whom had hugged my children in person, had buy now forgotten I ever had any children at all. The FBI explained, it's very common for people to forget the children and pets of their neighbours and relatives, if they do not see them frequently. The FBI explained a common problem with witnesses is that, after a few years, they forget, that their neighbour was even a victim of a violent crime, and forget that their neighbour used to have 10 children playing on the front lawn, they forget the things they don't see daily. And chances were high, that NO ONE on my street, even the people who had spoken to, played with, and hugged my children, would even remember that my children had existed at all. 

And because of this, the FBI wanted to find out WHO remembered what.

The killers, would remember what they had done to my children.

And given how they were killed, the killers would likely remember things like race (keeping in mind these for fosters, so not the same race as me), eye colour, and hair colour.

But would any one else? The FBI said it's unlikely. So remove all the pictures of them, from off the internet. Every website. Every social media. Take down every picture. Then in all the articles mentioning them, use find replace, to find THAT word and change it to to THAT word instead, and let's find out, who knows what, who remembers them, and why, because THAT will reveal who the killer is.

My mother, my father, my 3 younger brothers, and Ben, were the only ones told the word had been changed. They were told NOT to use that word again, no matter what, no matter who they talked to. They were told to use this other replacement word instead. To date only one of them has complied to this request. And of the ones not complying, only Ben has given a reason, his reason being: "I will not tell a lie." When asked "Not even to save the lives of future victims, keeping in mind, mine are just 10 of the more then seven thousand slaughtered in Old Orchard Beach in the past 7 years. Seven thousand is a very big number. And the killer is clearly a deranged psychologically deranged mad man who has no intention of stopping." Heads have been found throughout Saco and Old Orchard, and in May 2021, they started showing up in Biddeford, arranged in 3s, at several crossroads off Main Street. The number is more than 7,000 heads have been found since 2015, and according to the FBI, it started several years before the attack on mine and the total number is closer to 20,000. Twenty thousand heads, in the past 10 years, is very big number.

One has only to look at every telephone pole on every street of every town in southern Maine to see what I'm talking about.

How many of those flyers have YOU put up on telephone poles?

Chances are really high, that no matter who you are, if you live in southern Maine, you've put up at least one in the past 10 years.

The kidnapper/killer fancies them-self an artist. Making art out of torturing their victims to death, then returning the finished art piece back home a few weeks later.

The earliest known ones happened on the Pane Rd in Scarborough throughout 1999, and were dozens of beheaded black labs and black cats all found along side the headless bodies of teenage girls. The beheaded Oullette girls were the first known HUMAN victims.

Because of the FBI phone number on my trunk, new information has just been uncovered about the beheaded Ouellette girls of Pine Point in Scarborough and their long cold case, was just reopened a few weeks ago. And it's believed the killer of my family, is the same one who killed them.

My family is NOT the only case being investigated. The FBI is looking for a serial killer that has for nearly 30 years beheaded tens of thousands of cats, dogs, birds, goats, horses, all pets... and in 1999, started beheading human victims as well.

Collectively known as The Cascade Murders, because the BULK of the killings have happened on The Cascade Road, and the 2 roads that cross it Ross Rd and Portland Av, the beheading murders of 120+ Humans and 7,000+ cats and dogs, span 21 towns in 3 states, over a period of 40 years.

The FBI wants information, about ANY and EVERY beheading to occur in Maine in the last 30 years, be they animal or human, because they think its the same person doing ALL of the beheadings.

With how long it's been happening they think the killer is in their late 60s to early 70s at least.

So you people who showed up TODAY and said I should give up, it happened a long time ago... the most recent beheaded happened September 28, 2021, a little over a month ago, on that dirt road beside the tressal train tracks.

We're are not looking for justice for the past, we are looking to put a stop to the killings THAT ARE STILL HAPPENING RIGHT NOW... and chances are really high, that that homeless man who was hit by the train 7 days ago, was the latest human victim, of that very same killer.

Look at the flyers on the telephone poles on Main street, just put up this morning. What do they say? Go read them for yourself. More go up every day. Dozens of families every month. Look how many families are suffering. Look at how many families are begging for help. Several hundred families, just in Biddeford, right now. That's not justice for the past, that trying to put an end to this epidemic of terrorism that has plagued our area for close to 40 years now.

FBI has spent a lot of focus on one... location... a weird place, surrounded by barbed wire... dead cats and dead chickens, hundreds of them hand like decorations from the trees and the fences and the gates. Black cats and black chickens lay on the ground, laid out to form big star shapes. The Heaven's Gate Compound. Well, they certainly like to dissect and mutilate cats and chickens and German Shepherds, that for sure. I only been there once, and I'll never go back. My uncles are insane, as can be seen by the hundreds and hundreds of tortured to death black cats hanging from the compound fence.

But here's the thing about that... It's THAT uncle - a man now in his 90s - the one with that compound, up in Bangor, it's HIS children and grandchildren, who keep showing up here in Biddeford, to scream and yell. It's them showing up on FB and Reddit and Twitch to post all the crazy shit you see posted on my accounts there. They are the ones who keep posting pictures of themselves holding assault rifles and the words "this is the gun I'm going to shoot you with" on my FB wall. They are the ones who are the MOST pissed off over what is painted on my truck.

My question is this: Bangor is a 5 hour drive, and before November 19, there were pictures of the new paint job of my car online. So, how did they know what was painted on my car? I started painting it May 2021, and I've only taken it to the WalMart in Biddeford, Rotary Park in Biddeford, Temple Ave Beach access point in Ocean Park district of Old Orchard Beach, Biddeford PetSmart, and my farm in Old Orchard Beach. All of those places are less than 15 minutes away from my Biddeford apartment driveway. The car hasn't been anywhere else, as I'm still recovering from the gold club attack that broke my spine and left me in a wheelchair. I'm still relearning to walk, and I'm 12+ hours a day laying down in bed because I can't sit up for long yet, meaning I can't drive more than a few minutes to a time yet, because of severe back pain. So, I ask again: How did you know I painted my car? And why did you drive 5 hours to yell at me about it?

And, for that matter - why are you yelling at me about it?

All it says is to call the FBI if you have information about the murder of my family. Why is THAT making YOU so upset?

Should you not WANT the murderer of your nieces and nephews found?

Why are you so upset that the FBI is asking the public to help locate the killer?

You should be happy that the FBI s trying to put the murderers of YOUR family members in prison.

Why are you so angry that the FBI wants to find out who killed members of YOUR family?

The innocent have nothing to fear from the FBI.

I must question, WHY it is, YOU are in such a huge panic over the FBI call request on my car. 

ONLY the guilty party has any reason to be made upset by that. 

ONLY the murderer themselves would have reason to panic in terror at my asking witnesses to come forward about the murder of my family.

You are making yourself look VERY GUILTY with your words and actions.

WHY are you so very AFRAID of the FBI request on my car?

The innocent have nothing to be afraid of.

If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear.

What are you hiding that has made you so afraid?

I ask this same thing of porch bitch as well. The woman, who every day, when my neighbours are gone to work, stands on their porch and shouts obscenities at my car.

Why are you standing on my neighbours porch yelling at my car every day?

What is it about what it says on my car, that has made YOU so upset?

WHY are you so very AFRAID of the FBI request on my car?

The innocent have nothing to be afraid of.

If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear.

So why stand on the porch on the front of my building and yell at my car every day. Also... you do know I have you on camera yelling at my car right? Should I show the video footage to the old couple who live there, what it is you do on their porch every day while they are gone to work?

YOU are the most angry of all. Your wild vehement hatred for my car is unfathomable.

Why are you so full of hate?

Why is it you are so angry at the request for help in finding the killer who killed my family?

What do you know?

Who are you so desperate to protect?

No one who is innocent of the murder of my children, would have any reason to stand on the porch of my building and yell at my car. Are YOU the killer? Do you HELP saw off my children's heads? You certainly make it look like you are, when you stand on the porch yelling at my car. You are making yourself look VERY GUILTY by standing on the porch yelling at my car.

The ONLY people who have ANY REASON to be upset about my car, are the killers and anyone trying to protect the killers.

If you are upset about my car... ask yourself: WHY?

Why are you scared of the FBI?

The FBI are nothing more then federal police officers.

They are police officers who are called in, when a situation crosses state lines, meaning rather than calling in 2 or more separate state police departments, 1 federal police department is called in, instead. The murders have happened in multiple states. And in Maine, there have been murders in 21 towns... beheadings, by this same killer, have happened in TWENTY-ONE towns in Maine, in addition to other murders in others states as well.

It's NOT JUST my family, my 10 children, whom the FBI is seeking information about.

The FBI is seeking information about EVERY and ANY beheading - human AND pets - to have happened ANYWHERE in New England.

So, do know that if you are upset and screaming at my car, you ARE making yourself look like you are involved in the serial murders of 120+ people and 7,000+ cats and dogs, in 4 dozen towns, in 3 states, over the past 30 years, and by looking guilty, YOU AND YOUR FAMILY - siblings, parents, cousins, friends, lovers, coworkers, they're ARE already being investigated now, to find out WHY you are are very upset over my car. You did a hell of a lot of screaming in front of the FedEx truck that was parked 3 feet from the porch you was standing on. Do you have any idea how many life sentences the killer is look at getting once they get caught... did I mention the beheadings include 120+ Humans? That's 120 life sentences. Are you CERTAIN you want to be standing on the porch, in front of that FedEx truck, yelling you hatred for my car? It's too late now, every one connected to you is already being investigated now, because, well, you did make yourself a suspect when you stood on that porch and flapped your mouth off.

I've 4 book releases due in 2023, and the car is being repainted with characters from the novels on it, for the upcoming book release, the FBI phone call request has been on my car since 2015 - but it used to be on a sheet of paper taped to the back side windows, but while painting my car, I took the paper off the windows and repainted what it said onto the hood and trunk of my car. The words have not changed. They are the same words that have been there on my car for 7 years. The anniversary number changes each year, but otherwise it's exactly the same as it has been since 2015. The only differance is the flyer on the window was just a sheet of paper and you had to get close to my car to read it, while the words on the trunk are nearly a foot tall and can be seen for many meters away. 

I repaint my car every few years. I've done it ever since I had this car. The paint fades over time, it has to be repainted every 4 or 5 years. And EVERY time, the first thing I do is paint words all over the car, usually verses from the Bible and Book of Mormon (I'm a 5th generation Mormon), so that the whole car is covered with something. It takes about 2 years to paint the pictures as I am using a #6 round brush and a micro-fan brush - both are tiny brushes used for painting tabletop gaming minis. I paint the entire car with just those 2 brushes, that's why it takes so long to do the full mural that eventually covers every inch of the car. The words will eventually be covered by the mural. They always are. The words are there so that there are no large sections of the car left unpainted while the final mural is being painted.

Just take your head out of you ass and LOOK at the pictures being painted on my car. You can SEE they are the book covers.

HERE, compare the side of my car to the book covers:

SEE?

Can you see now why you people are making such big idiots out of yourselves?

I print paperback copies of my books up at local print shops, and then set up booths at libraries, bookstores, festivals, fairs, conventions, and other events all over New England. My car is parked at the front of the events, to let my readers know where the event is. 

I've sold books this way since 1978.

And I've ALWAYS painted my cars with book cover murals based off whatever the latest release novel is that I'm selling at the event.

You people are making absolute asses out of yourselves, running around saying the paintings on my car are curses to send suicide demons after people. And you're total idiots if you believe even half to ludicrous slander you spread about me.

This time is the first time the words were something OTHER than verses from the Bible and Book of Mormon. This time the words were the the the FBI plea that has been taped to the window these past 7 years. 

The plea to call the FBI, in NOT new, it's been on my car since May 2015. You just can see it better now because it's now painted on the trunk instead of taped to the window.

I was going to paint over the large FBI plea, the mural covering the trunk, and put the flyers back up in the window, but considering what has just happened, I think I may leave the trunk as is and NOT paint a mural over it now.  

There you go, THAT is why the FBI message was put on my car.

It has nothing to do with fucking suicide demons and I'm sick of you jackasses spreading you wild ass rumours about me.

You're nothing but a bunch of trouble making busy bodies who can't mind your own fucking business.

You accuse me of being gay, yet I am not.

You call me a witch and yet I am a Mormon.

Your actions and your words say more about YOU than they do me.

Are you that desperate to harass me, that you are now grasping at every straw you can find? Perhaps you should look in the mirror. Your own hatred and bigotry is the problem.

You only try to blame me for these things, because you can't take responsibility for your own cruel actions. Attacking me daily, weekly, monthly years after year, because you don't like how I dress, because you don't like my car, because you don't my none-white family... does nothing but further prove you are a small minded hate filled person.

You try to dehumanize me, by calling me a witch.

You try to dehumanize me, by calling me gay.

Why?

Does it make feel like a big man to harass a crippled elderly women who never did anything to you?

You use the words witch and gay as tools of hate.

Because you are paranoid, you believe in witches and curses and demons, and try to put them in places, where they are not.

Because you hate gay men, you see gay things, where there are none.

You are an evil person. THAT is why you attack my family. 

I am not the problem. My family, we stay up here and mind our own business. It is YOU who trespass on farm, you who stalk us, you who hurt us, not because of anything we did, but simply because you have a severe mental disorder that causes you to see elderly women as witches, causes you to see gay as evil, causes you to vandalize my cars and my farm, causes you to murder children and nail their heads to door.

Why are you so obsessed with me and my family? I think that is the thing I understand the least. Why can't you just mind your own business and leave us alone? We are not bothering you, why are you bothering us?

By their fruits, ye shall know them. Your evil acts are evil fruit, that prove you are evil.

Even if I were gay or a witch, what would it matter? Witches are not evil, nor are gay men.

Evil people do evil things.

The things you do to my family are evil. 

Hate is evil.

Bigotry is evil.

Bullies are evil.

Murder is evil.

And you've done all the above, therefore YOU are evil.

You ONLY think I'm a witch, because you watched Thinner.

You DO know The Thinner is a fictional movie, right?

Why are you here? Why are you bothering us, again?

I must question, WHY it is, YOU are in such a huge panic over the FBI call request on my car. 

ONLY the guilty party has any reason to be made upset by that. 

ONLY the murderer themselves would have reason to panic in terror at my asking witnesses to come forward about the murder of my family.

You are making yourself look VERY GUILTY with your words and actions.

WHY are you so very AFRAID of the FBI request on my car?

The innocent have nothing to be afraid of.

If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear.

What are you hiding that has made you so afraid?

I'm not bothering a single damned one of you, so why the fuck are you bothering me?

Why can't you stupid ass people leave me alone?

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be in my yard.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be chasing down Etiole.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be having psychotic meltdowns over my car!

What is wrong with you people?

Fucking brain dead herd mentality that's all this is.

There also seems to be a need to ask you people to pull your superstition crazed heads out of your asses, and find out what the fuck Voodoo is to. It happens to be a CHRISTIAN RELIGION, also known as Folk Catholicism. It's a branch of the Catholic Church. It has absolutely nothing to do with Wicca, Witchcraft, curses, death spells, demons, or sticking pins in dolls. That's all phoney baloney mumbo jumbo from stupid ass Hollywood horror movies that think slandering a religion is all fun and games. Voodoo is a branch of the Catholic Church that DOES NOT worship Mary, and instead deals with the Archangels, also known as The Loa. And you'd know that if you had enough intelligence to stop being a retarded conspiracy crazed idiot and do some actual real research into the REAL WORLD Voodoo religion, instead of watching stupid ass fictional horror movies and believing horror movie bull shit as actual fact.

One of you ran around screaming like a lunatic and rest of you all decided to join in.

Etiole is NOT an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

I am not a witch.

None of my cars are haunted.

I've been saying it for years. Why won't you listen to me?

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

Hey, I know where there is a brain available right now, on Cutts Street.

You know what, that homeless man's brain, two fingers, and a foot, are still laying out there on the railroad tracks, now 3 weeks after he got hit by a train, you know because "he's just a homeless man" and nobody gives a fuck about cleaning him up off the fucking tracks! Maybe you should go out there and get his brain. You could certainly use one, seeing how you don't have one of your own already!

I'm sick of you calling Etiole a demon.

I'm sick of you calling Etiole an alien.

I'm sick of you calling me a witch.

I'm sick of you saying one car after another is haunted.

This whole thing boils down to your fucking white privilege. You know that right?

Your white ass can't stand the fact that we non-white Gypsies live here, so you have to make up stupid ass supernatural spooky shit about us.

You don't like that I wear the traditional dress of my people instead of dressing like an American, so you feel justified in calling me a witch and making up spook occult lies about me.

I wear hijab and veils and caftan and silk and it bother's you that I'm not scum diving in trashy t shirts and jeans like the rest of you.

I paint my cars, same as we painted our wagons and vardos for centuries, and it bothers you because it looks different.

Etiole is a Jew, and your anti-Semite white privilege kicks in to hate him for being born Jewish.

Etiole has scars, so you're scared of him

I'm different.

Etiole's different.

My cars are different.

And when you get right down to it, that's ALL any of this is about.

Me, Etiole, and my cars don't fit in with your fucking ass white privileged ideas of "normal" and that makes you uncomfortable and you try to make the uncomfortable go away by dehumanizing us with your stupid ass rumours.

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are just a bunch of whinny ass white privileged brats running around making trouble for anyone who's not white enough for them.

Grow the fuck up!


FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of this case. If you have information about the April 10, 2015 murder of my family or any of the attacks on our home and relatives - give it to him not me.

He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Or you can go to his office and talk to him in person: 1 Middle Street, Portland, Maine - 4th floor FBI. The building across the street from the Portland Police Department, behind the courthouse. The entire 4th floor is the FBI office, you can't miss it.


 Okay, so the weird Todd crew was back, but this time they are saying "Todd Murphey". Nope. Don't know any Todd Murphey. I told you, I don't know anyone named Todd. But I do know the Murpheys. They are my abutting neighbours. They own Etiole's Swamp. Have you got the name wrong? And the day and year of death wrong? Timmy Murphey is my cousin who was beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan in June 2013. They left his body at the crossroad of Ross Road and Cascade Road, then 2 weeks later left his head at the crossroad of Portland Ave and Ross Road. Me and Timmy Murphey were the same age and we grew up together, our parents being abutting neighbours and all.

... Also, the Murphy's from Pine Point - you don't mean my cousin Murphy who was beheaded June 2013 on the Cascade Road? 

The big white cross on the Ross Rd Cascade Rd intersection - that's his cross.

The Murphy's of Pine Point have been through hell since their oldest son was beheaded in 2013, 2 years before my family was beheaded.

The newspaper reports were dramatically different in both cases, from what actually happened - as have been EVERY murder in the Cascade Murders - with the Murphey beheading the newspaper said it was a motorcycle hit by a truck and the family was told by the FBI to not let anyone know he was beheaded on the Cascade Road.

I know this because I was one of the people in the group that found his body, laid out with no head at the crossroad of the Ross Road and Cascade Road where his mother put up the big white cross that still stands there today. His head was returned 2 weeks later on the cross road of Portland Ave and Ross Road. 

They live right next door to me. My farm in Old Orchard is right on the Pine Point border. The Murphey land abuts mine.

The FBI and lawyers of the murder trial of my family desperately wanted the Murphey's to testify in court because their family members had been beheaded 2 years before mine were - both on the same street. They were witnesses to the April 10, 2015 murder of my family and they refused to testify in court. They are scared out of their minds, after first their family and then m family 2 years later were all beheaded on the same street.

Their family were beheaded in one of the Cascade Murders 2 years before my family was beheaded. The Murphy's were there April 10, 2015, their driveway abuts mine - they stood in their yard and watched the whole thing happen - they were witnesses to April 10, 2015. 

No, you got the name and date of death way off. His name is Timmy Murphey and he died June 2013.

9 years ago.

Timmy Murphy is one The White Monkey Children.

There were were 34 of us originally, all the same age plus or minus a year or two. Helen Pearly of Pine Point, used to have a pet White Monkey, and got lose one day. Ran out into the woods, and she asked the children in the neighbourhood to look for it. Me and 33 cousins, on September 23, 1978, we went out into the swamp that was owned by Timmy Murphy's dad, looking for Helen Pearly's White Monkey and what we found was Etiole instead. He was starving to death. We're the children who took care of him and nursed him back to health.

When we took the adults out to see Etiole, the parents never made it all the way to where Etiole was. They found a field of plants, called the police, 8 Old Orchard Beach police officers showed up, then a few dozen state police showed up, after a few hours the FBI showed up. They set up lots of spot lights in the forest and spent days out there digging up what they called 26 acres of drugs. They called in Maine's largest drug raid, said there was $30million in drugs in that field, in 1978, when a million dollars was actually a lot of money. That's why the parents never met Etiole, the drug raid happened the same day.

The FBI questioned all 34 children, asking specifically if we knew anyone named Cyr and showing us a photo of a man, 31 of them, the 31 who would all end up dead and sawed up over the next 3 years, all identified the man as "Bryan" and described him with "a robin egg blue truck" or "a sky blue datsun". The FBI explained that the man in the photo had been planting massive drug fields like this all over the state and that he was working for very dangerous people, to run if we ever saw him, and to take a good look at the plants in this field and memorize what they looked like so that if we ever saw plants like this again, we should call the police immediately. 911 did not exist back than, so a police officer named Adam and one named The Babe, each gave all us children their phone numbers. The oldest of us children were 8 while the youngest was 3. We did not understand most of what the police told us, and our primary concern was getting help too the injured elderly man we had found in the swamps. While the rest of the close to 100 police and FBI agents set out to digging up, bagging and tagging the vast acres of plants, Adam and The Babe went with us children to find the injured man. Etiole was gone, but near where we had found him, was a Human skeleton, bug up out of the mud in the swamp. The police dug the rest of it up and took it with them.

The drug field covered many acres and was on land owned by The Aherns, The Davis, and The Murphys, so all of those adults, had to be interviewed by the police and FBI as well. They too were all informed of the dangers of The Cyr Clan, told this was a dangerous drug gang from Connecticut that had been setting up drug fields like this in at least 6 different states.

The Murphys, they own Etiole's Swamp. That's how close of abutting neighbours they are to me. A lot of people mistakenly think I own Etiole's Swamp, no, the swamp borders my land, but the swamp belongs to the Murphy's. And they know Etiole. They've seen him. All the Murphy children and grandchildren have. They've been leaving food and blankets out there for him for decades.

And then one by one, The White Monkey Children disappeared. But ONLY the ones whom had identified the man in the photo as "Bryan with the blue truck". The 3 of us whom did not disappear, had never seen this "Bryan" person and the fact that it was known WHICH children had IDed him, caused the FBI to suspect one of the police officers at the crime scene, had passed that information on to the drug growers whom had planted the field.

People became terrified of the swamp.

There's quicksand out there, that had always scared people, now there were drug dealers out there, and on top of that, the children were describing a disfigured homeless man whom they were sneaking food out there to as well. Huge chain-link fences multiple miles long, went up around the swamps, as terrified parents, began asking the children to draw pictures of Etiole, and the pictures we drew, caused parents to call him either a demon or an alien grey. The fact that all of us children described him as being shorter than we were (he's 4'8" tall, nearly a midget - only shoulder height to an 8 year old child) didn't help.

All parents - except for mine and the Murphy's - stopped letting their children bring food to Etiole. For the next 50 years, my family and the Murphy family would be the only ones to ever see Etiole, touch Etiole, feed Etiole, and take care of him.

Than in 1982, the 10 year old Dutrumble girl died during the battle of 4 - 5 - 8.

458 was a yellow car, owned by her parents.

By 1982, thirty one of the 34 White Monkey Children had vanished without a trace.

And the week the Dutrumble girl died, 4 - 5 - 8 - the yellow car - it vanished too.

The Battle of 4 - 5 - 8 was the day The Cyr Clan arrived in a mass hoard in Old Orchard Beach, and the day we met it's leaders - the Bonny and Clyde style brother and sister duo Bryan and Anne. They stormed 142 Portland Ave, attacking the big yellow dome house, surrounding it, and then more then 70 adults all armed with belt driven wind up crank machine guns that shot thousands of bullets a minute, let out a mass fire on my farm at 146 Portland. Police arrived and set up on both sides with the police officers shooting at each other, as a clear divide between dirty cops and police actually doing their job was revealed.

Anne stoof on top of 4 - 5 - 8 screaming: "Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!" in between each round of bullets she unleashed on the Atwater and Murphy children.

"Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!" that was the single to scatter and run, because it meant the gun was reloaded and about to rain down on us again.

"Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!"

One of the Murphy boys standing a foot away from me got his head blown off. He was 8 years old.

And then a terrified little blond girl, ran for the swamps, trying to make to Etiole, jumped on top of the 1964 Dodge 330, then turned and ran for the nearest bike, jumped on and sped down the driveway, trying to avoid gun fire, drove head on into and on coming car as her head was flattened under the tires. And Anne went nuts. It was her daughter.

"Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!" became "fourfiveeightfourfiveeightfourfiveeightfourfiveeight" super super fast.

She jumped into 4 - 5 - 8, drove to Macs garage, filled 3 cans of gas, drove back and started pouring gas all over the dome house. When Anne lit the match, Bryan started running, no one knew why, but he ran like Satan was on his heels, screaming: "Get down! Get down! Run! Run!" He jumped in the robin egg blue Datsun and was moving well over 100MPH when he hit Portland Ave.

As a tower of flamed climbed up the dome house, everyone stopped shooting and started asking what was wrong with Bryan, what the hell was he scared of. My dad, a fireman at the time, ran to the dome house and unchained Max and Ebony, the 2 big Newfoundland dogs chained to the front door, and just as he was running with the dogs across 144 lawn, we found out why Bryan ran... the giant mushroom cloud that was seen in Hew Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts went up over the town. Police said after that there had been a meth lab in the back room of the dome house.

The Battle of 4 - 5 - 8 was the largest and bloodiest of Old Orchard Beach's shoot outs.

"Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!" Anne's voice rings through my nightmares to this day. I have severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a raging phobia of guns, a crippling agoraphobia because of 4 - 5 - 8.

Not before or sence have I ever seen anything more terrifying than The Cyr Clan.

"Four! Five! Eight! Hahahahahaha!" I have night terrors and insomnia for 5 decades because of these words.

Until June 2013, it was just 3 left: me, my cousin Mike, and our cousin Timmy Murphy.

But June 2013 our cousin Murphy was beheaded, and became one of the victims of The Cascade Murders.

The backhoe arrived and drove over my house August 8, 2013. FBI said the driver was one of Bryan's inlaws, and warned that Bryan was out of prison and was targeting the remaining White Monkey Children.

Two more Murphys died brutal freak deaths before the end of the year. The FBI warned of 3 churches, owned by Bryan, who'd become a minister while in prison. The FBI said he was using the church congregations to incite mobs against all the survivors of the Battle of 4 - 5 - 8.

April 10, 2015, ten of my children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, their heads were returned, nailed to my door.

June 19, 2016... a horrible discovery was made on a dog walking livestream, through The Reclaim BlueBerry Plains, on the Ross Road... that morning a freak tornado hit Old Orchard Beach. We'd never seen one before. After the storm stopped, me and my dog Marcy walking up into the Reclaim Blueberry Plains to film the damage... and the whole town of Old Orchard Beach, knows what we found.

The tornado had ripped open the side of the GooseFare Brooke Ravine, and out tumbled 4 - 5 - 8 all rusted, the old yellow car, not much left, with the sawed up bones of the 31 missing White Monkey children, my cousins, tumbling out of the trunk... buried there on the Ross Road for over 40 years.

Hysteria about Etiole started up with the locals again. They blamed him for the dead children, while the FBI arrived pointing fingers at a heroine drug group they called The Cyr Clan. And I moved Etiole. He fled the swamp on Murphy's land. 

Are you people saying that this homeless man who showed up in August, who you call Todd Murphy ... and is related to Timmy?... because if THAT is what you are saying, then you've just opened up one hell of a BIG can of worms... I didn't know he was one of the Murphys. But that explains why Etiole let him close. Etiole's not scared of the Murphys. He knows them. He lived on their land close to 50 years. They saw him daily. They took food out to him every night. They are one of the White Monkey families who was taken care of Etiole since the 1970s. 

There are so many questions now... because this means yet another one of The White Monkey Children, has died yet another, very violent death, that has once again been kept out of the newspaper, just like the rest.

I don't even know what to begin to think.

I had no idea the homeless man whom had been visiting Etiole all summer was one of the Murphys. This changes things A LOT. And the fact that he was pumped full of heroine AND died one of the most violent deaths ever in our family, I seriously doubt his train death was a suicide. If what you are saying, is that that dead homeless man on the train tracks is related to Timmy, than,  he was most definitely murdered by the Cyr Clan and that was no suicide.

If you REALLY believe this Todd guy you people keep talking about is connected to my cousin Timmy Murphey, then you NEED to call FBI Agent Andy Drewer and TELL HIM that... don't tell me, tell him. There is nothing I can do with the information you tell me. I don't know your Todd. I can't pass third hand information to the FBI. If you think your Todd is connected to my Timmy, than you NEED to tell that to the FBI agents in charge of the case.

I am deeply upset by all of this.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of this case. If you have information about the April 10, 2015 murder of my family or any of the attacks on our home and relatives, and yes, the Murphys are my relatives - they are not in-laws- they are my 1st cousins - give it to him not me.

He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Or you can go to his office and talk to him in person: 1 Middle Street, Portland, Maine - 4th floor FBI. The building across the street from the Portland Police Department, behind the courthouse. The entire 4th floor is the FBI office, you can't miss it.

Thanksgiving Day Update:
November 25, 2021
Hey look... ANOTHER FUCKING BOMB!
I've now survived 6 bombs!

Thanksgiving Day Update:

November 25, 2021

Hey look... ANOTHER FUCKING BOMB!

I've now survived 6 bombs!

 Answering your FB questions all at once...

No. I do not have an update on Etiole. He was shot by some jackass local lunatics 3 men and 3 women, none of whom I've ever seen before. Though somebody who saw them, said they thought the 6 shooters were from Pine Point in Scarbughouh and are connected to the Cyr Clan, so yeah, high probability they ARE the same people who beheaded my 10 children April 10, 2015. FBI is looking into it.

From what locals are saying, the jackasses who shot him are FB friends of my mother's who decided to take it out on me, after having a fight with her on FB, because somehow they thought shooting my friend would teach my mother some kind of lesson. 

No, I still don't know who this fucking Todd person is, I already told you I don't know anybody by that name, not online or offline. I don't know what they are talking about. I don't know what my mother is talking about either.

Yes, I did see her out their having a screaming meltdown.

No, I don't know what's going on, I've NOT seen or heard from her in years, she just showed up screaming "Todd this" and "Todd that", just like the 6 shooters were doing. They were screaming "Todd this" and "Todd that" too. I have no clue what any of them are talking about.

No, I don't know who the jackasses parading around Rotary Park with rifles are either. 

No. I don't know what's going on. It started a few weeks ago when someone beat the shit out of my mother's car with a 2by4, and now there is some kind of gang war going on between the Irish Travellers and the Scottish Travellers. They been going back and forth attacking each other's cars and houses all over Old Orchard Beach, Biddeford, and Saco for about 8 weeks now. Apparently, near as I can tell, whoever this "Todd" is, he was part one of those groups and other group killed him and now they are no longer smashing up cars with 2x4s, now they are running around with guns shooting each other because someone died in the middle of their stupid ass petty feuding.

The Irish Travellers rolled in from Tennessee and South Carolina about 8 weeks ago. They been setting up squatting camps on farms all over Dayton and Buxton area then driving around Biddeford every night, lead by a dark green pick-up truck.

They've been stripping metal off everything in the Main St/Elm St/Cutt St area - I see them out there every night when I walk my dog. They are out around 3AM. A few weeks ago they stole a few hundred railroad spikes of the the train tracks, there at the Amtrak Crossing, the one with the gate. They've been taking grills, bicycles, lawn chairs, even doorknobs right off of front doors of houses. Anything made of metal. They drive down Main street every night around 3AM doing it. Big green pick up in the lead, lots of other pickups parading along behind. They chop shopped two cars parked near the McAruth Library one night.

They tried to squat at the event hall on Bradbury Street the first day they arrived in Biddeford. You all saw it. That big Trump School Bus with all the trump flags and the Gatland gun mounted in the roof. They built an army tank out of a school bus. And they didn't bring that thing up here because they plan to do some blacktopping. They are getting ready to take out something or someone. They had it set up in that chain link fence area on the corner of Bradbury and Cutt street, but police chased them out and that's why that yard has been roped off with the yellow crime scene tape ever since.

FBI has been watching the houses of several clansmen on both side for the past few weeks - look out your front windows. You'll see them. There's 3 on all sides of Cutt Street right now this minute, They've got my apartment surrounded, since Etiole being shot they are watching everyone who gets near my apartment... they are thinking a bigger attack, possibly a car or house bomb is in the works.

Yes. My car WAS tampered with. Someone attempted to put a bomb in the exhaust pipe yesterday. That's what you saw happen at WalMart when I started my car last night and went boom... the bomb failed thank goodness. Hey, look at that, I'm still alive. Thank you for driving by last night and not helping, than letting me know on social media you saw it happen.

Why did someone try to kill me at WalMart last night?

I don't know. But it was probably the same person who shot Etiole 2 days ago.So, yes, as usually, it appears that this is YET AGAIN a case of my mother having a fight with her friends and her friends attacking me, for no reason other than they were pissed off at HER.

Which would explain why they are people I don't know. I don't hang around with the same crowds she does. 

They act like they think I know what they are talking about, but I've no clue!

They are saying: "You can't say this or that about Todd!" And I'm just here completely clueless wondering who in the hell Todd is and what exactly it was that I was supposed to have said about him? 

Nothing these people are saying is making any sense. It leaves me wondering if someone online has a social media account, that either is impersonating me or somehow these people THINK is me.

THIS is my FaceBook account here. https://www.facebook.com/EelKat

THIS is my Twitter. https://twitter.com/EelKat

And that's it.

I don't have any others. So whatever you people are reading on other accounts, was NOT posted by me and is someone impersonating me.

Near as I can tell, this Todd person died a few days ago, and they are all on a hootenanny warpath over it ready to kill everything that moves, and are grasping at every straw they can find to blame everyone they see for his death. And for some reason, because there is a painting of Etiole on my car, one of them got it into their heads that Etiole is watching them through the painted eyes on my car, and sending suicide brain-wave signals to them and causing high rates of their clansmen to commit suicide... or at least THAT is what they said at Rotary Park.

My thought is this: you're all fucking crazy! My car is not sending suicide brainwaves out.

What the hell?

Last year you were claiming my car is gay and sending out gay brainwaves to turn the locals gay, now this year you are saying my car is possessed by a suicide demon and telling you to kill yourselves? What the fuck? Do you people ever step back and listen to yourselves?

You people need psychiatric help. Your conspiracies about me, my car, and Etiole are getting crazier with every year.

Do you people really have nothing better to do when obsess over me, my car, and Etiole?

What started this? I have no clue.

Near as I can tell, my mother is having a social media battle with someone on FaceBook and is doing what my mother ALWAYS does and dragging my name into things I'm not part of, slandering my name like she ALWAYS does.

I have my mother BLOCKED on FB and Twitter and everywhere else, because ... well... LOOK at what she is fucking doing right now this week?!? Yeah!

Why do you think I blocked her!

She's fighting with fucking drug dealing criminal Pine Point gangsters online, then apparently, from what others are saying she started bragging that I was a witch and Etiole was a demon, and they were so retarded they fucking believed her, so they shot Etiole 2 days ago and put a bomb in my car last night.

I KNEW when people showed up screaming Etiole was a demon and I was a witch, that my mother had to be involved somehow. She always is. She is ALWAYS the one who gets these fights started and she is ALWAYS the one who started the stupid ass witch and demon rumors. I am a 5th generation Mormon, not a witch, and Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because he was tortured in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2.

And you fucking morons who believe he's a demon and think I'm a witch can all burn in hell!

She's fighting with fucking drug dealing criminal Pine Point gangsters online, then apparently, from what others are saying she started bragging that I was a witch and Etiole was a demon, and they were so retarded they fucking believed her, so they shot Etiole 2 days ago and put a bomb in my car last night.

Someone just told me, that my mother has been posting all over social media saying that she hired me to cast a death spell on some FedEx worker!

What the hell?

And you believed her?

Really?

You all should know what my mother is like, better than that by now. You've SEEN her do this enough times before!

My mother FULLY BELIEVES that I am a witch, not as in wicca the religion, but as in, a demon changing. She believes that her real baby was a boy and was kidnapped by Satan who left me in exchange. It's why, from the time I was 8, until the FBI rescued me in 1996 when I was 31, I spent 27 years locked in a rusted raccoon trap cage, in a woodshed, with no insulation, and no windows, only brought out on Sundays to parade me around for sale to the High Priests of the Cape Elizabeth and Saco Wards of the Mormon church. Etiole, tried several times to break open the cage, after breaking into the room, to let me out. And every time he did, I spent the day with him, in the swamps. And she would find me out there, drag me back, let her brother Brucie beat me in the face with bricks, then lock me back up again. That's WHY I never went to school. And THAT is why, she believes Etiole is a demon, because according to her only a fellow demon would try to save me.

Also I'm 30 years older than the oldest of my younger brothers. Did you know that?

Did you also know I have 2 older brothers? Maybe you should find out what happened to them? One of them is the boy who burned down the Old Orchard Beach high school after 14 police officers, tied him naked to the back of and Old Orchard Beach Police Car and drove to Biddeford's Rotary Park and hung him by his testicles from the big flagpole that Rotary Park afterwards took down and put a skating rink up in it's place. ... they did that to him because he wore a pink suit to the prom. He was 14 years old when they did that. You DID KNOW that THAT was my older brother, right? And that I based my main character Quaraun, in my novels off of him. Where is he today? Life in prison. He murdered the families that did that too him, a year later when he was 15, when he locked them in the Old Orchard Beach High School and than bunt it to the ground.

Have you all forgotten that there was me and 2 brothers in the 1970s... and then 30 years later there were 3 more brothers who are young enough to be my grandchildren? I have 5 brothers you dolts. You seem to have forgotten my 2 older brothers the same way you forgot my 10 children.  :(

Why are people so easily forgotten?

The oldest brother is about the same age as my mother. She is not his mother. Leo's wife was his mother. 

My family are flds Mormon most every one of them practice polygamy. My father had another woman before my mother and for a while had both. The first woman had a baby boy. A few years later my father added my mother who was 14 and the marriage wasn't legalized until she was 16. She also had a baby boy  but he died. In a jealous rage she kept attacking the first wife and her son saying her son should have died instead.  I was born a year later, and committed the sin of being born female. She was infuriated that "the whore" got blessed with a boy and she got cursed with a girl. Daily told we were "unloved and unwanted" my brother's mother became Terrified her son would be killed by the jealous deranged second wife. She fled, meet a man named Leo whom she married and he legally adopted my older brother. 

My father spent nearly a decade doing what he called "throwing a monkey wrench in their marriage to force her to leave Leo and come back". Monkey wrenching involved horrendous levels of harassment and vandalism to Leo and everything he owned and everyone he loved. 

Leo slapped several restraining orders and lawsuits on my father,  my mother,  and the Atwaters. The feud reached the point of gun fight shoot outs, including the battle of 4 5 8 with Leo seeking out the help of group called the Cyr Clan because he was Terrified the Atwaters were going to kill him and his family. 

The fighting finally stopped in 1982 when the 10 year old Dutrumble girl at 142 Portland Ave got killed during the battle of 4 5 8.

Leo and my father fought over child support constantly. Leo showed up with the boy monthly demanding child support. My father bought him a giant Tonka firetruck. My parents fought about the Tonka truck constantly because it cost several hundred dollars in a time period where that was nearly the entire year's income. 

My parents continued to fight about the firetruck for more than 40s years. 

I only ever got to see my older brother for a few minutes each month when Leo came to pick up the child support money. I do not remember my older brothers name. My mother only ever refers to him as "Leo's brat". My father has called him Ray and Roland and Townsend. 

Leo picked up the money instead of his wife because she was scared the Atwater clan would beat her to death and take her son.

The first set of murders he was 15 years old.

No one saw him set the fire. He went to prison on conjecture and rumors alone, without any evidence. The entire town accused him of being gay because at age 14 he wore a pink suit to the prom, and was stripped naked, tied to the back of a police car, dragged 14 miles to Biddeford Rotary Park and hung in the flagpole for 3 days before any one would take him down. He almost died. A year later the people who did that to him died when the high school burned down. There was no witnesses and no evidence that he was there. He was arrested and with no evidence and practicly no trail, he went to prison while he was 15 years old. 

After my older brother went to prison Leo stopped coming over. And my mother burned every photo and document mentioning my brother. The entire family shunned him and pretended he never existed at all. And they beat hell out of any one who mentioned him.

There is no one my mother and Atwater brothers hate more than him and I learned a long time ago to never mention my older brother as it was the fastest way to getting a brick to the face.

He was released from prison several years later but, I was unaware of this. I found out he was out of prison only because he went back to prison a few years later. I found out he went back to prison because my mother gathered up her relatives to celebrate his getting a life sentence. They had a big picnic party celebrating and several of the men, regaled themselves in bragging how he ended up with a life sentence. 

They claimed to take him to a bar, then start a brawl, which he got in the middle of, and they proceeded to beat people to death, than fleed, leaving him alone with a bunch of dead drunks. Having already killed several people back when he was 15, he was immediately tossed back into prison with almost no trial at all. They bragged that they knew they could get him back in prison and that's why they set him up. They laughed and joked that he had a life sentence for something he didn't do. 

Throughout all their bragging they never said his name, only calling him "Leo's brat ". They were quite proud of themselves for his going back to prison. 

I started trying to find him after this, because if what they said was true then he got a life sentence for something he didn't do. If what they claimed that day is true, he didn't start that fire or lock those people in the school,  and he didn't kill the people in the bar either. 

I want to talk to him and find out his side of the story. I've never heard what he said happened. 

The first murder happened in Old Orchard Beach Maine. But the second one happened in another state. I don't know which. 

He had Leo's last name but I don't know that either. 

Because he was so young the first murder was a locked record and not in the news. And without knowing either his first name or last name or which stare he was sentenced in, I don't know how to find him. 

Every time I mention him or Leo I get beaten up. The entire clan goes into infuriated rages if you mention him, but I don't know why. They hate him more than they hate anything else. 

The hatred appears to be largely because he is illegitimate, as this is what they cite as his crime most often. They pride themselves in no divorce and no step children and no illegitimate children. He is an illegitimate child which they say makes him a demon. Again with their stupid demon beliefs. 

My 3 younger brothers don't even know they have 2 older brothers... 1 in prison and 1dead, because no one in the family is allowed to talk about them. 

No one has ever visited him. He's been in prison for now more than 50 years, for something he may not even have done. He doesn't even know he has 3 younger brothers.

I have been trying to visit him, but I can not get any one in the family to tell me his name or what prison he is in.

That is why I was asking online if any one knew where he was.

And why I was trying not to let my parents know I was looking for him, as they have a vehement hatred of him.

Unfortunately some of my mothers relatives found out I was looking for him, and have gone and contacted one of my younger brothers saying that I said he was in prison when, that is not what I said at all.

Because of this my mother and my father have found out I was looking for my older brother and THAT is why my car blew up last night at Walmart.  

Turns out my father has gone into a violent warpath,  attempted to set fire to my bedroom (yeah, that weird fumes during yesterday's livestream, I found out where they were coming from after the stream) and tampered with my car and did significant damage to the apartment building...not just our apartment,  but the neighbors as well. 

What has happened this week... my friend being shot, a bomb in my car, all the breaking attacks you saw during livestreams, putting that quasi bomb oil thing in my heater beside my bed to try to burn my apartment down, cutting all the wires off the building....THIS IS WHAT MY PARENTS FUCKING DO EVERY TIME I TRY TO LOCATE MY OLDER BROTHER!!!!!

They hate him so much that they go to these psychotic extreme levels of harassment and vandalism every time I try to find him.

Do you see NOW why I asked you to help me find my older brother but don't let my parents or the Atwaters know?

Yeah, THIS is WHY I didn't want him or my mother to know I was trying to find out what prison my older brother was in so I could visit him.

Though she was not his mother, he and my older brother have different mothers, my mother has had serious issues with seeing demons everywhere ever since that happened.

The next brother. Died when he was still a baby.

I was a born a year later. And my mother had a psychotic meltdown over the horrors of giving birth to something as vile and wretched as a female. Since the day I was born, she's been saying demons stole her baby boy and put me in it's place.

Etiole has never hurt anyone. He is a kind, gentle loving man. He took care of me when my mother and her brothers were too busy with their fucking Heaven's Gate group to remember that the children in the cages needed to be fed once every few months at least. We are very fortunate that Heaven's Gate decided to kill 39 by tricking them into a grape koolaid suicide, now aren't we? Because THAT event is WHY the FBI raided and found me and rescued me from the cage.

And THERE, is your source for the fucking suicide demons. Fucking Heaven's Gate. My mother's brother Mervin Bruce Atwater was one of it's leaders. Did you people FORGET THAT PART?

And what does Heaven's Gate believe?

They believe god is an alien from the planet Kolob, and will user in Armageddon riding on the back of a comet. And they believe there are ONLY 133,000 people on the planet who ARE NOT gay alien demon shapeshifters. They believe the 3rd world war will be the Gay-pocalypse, when everyone BUT the 133,000 saints, will suddenly transform in the twinkling of an eye into gay alien demons, at which point god will fly in on comet Wormwood and all 133,000 of them will turn into the arm of heaven at the trump of jubilee and do battle for god.

They're fucking crazy in case you hadn't noticed.

And THAT is WHY I have my mother and her brothers and all of their psycho crazy alien abductee, MUFON member, demon fighting, ufo crazy friends BLOCKED from all my social media. They are all raving lunatics!

All they ever talk about is demons and aliens and witches and curses, and every time they get together on FB, I end up with angry mobs in my driveway, calling me a witch, calling Etiole a demon, and I'm fucking sick of my mother and her brothers sending her stupid ass violent, gun toting, demon crazed, ufo crazy friends to my house, my farm, my apartment... now I can't even walk my dog with out them ganging up on my in the streets and at Rotary Park!

I don't know what you fucking people are fighting about.

My mother likes to fight.

She likes to start fights.

And SHE'S the one you're fighting with NOT ME, so back and fight with her and leave me the fuck alone!

YOU SHOT MY FRIEND AT ROTARY PARK AND YOU TRIED TO KILL ME LAST NIGHT AT WALMART!

Your fight with my mother doesn't involve me or Etiole, so leave us the fuck alone!

And she likes to send her thugs to attack my family because she's pissed off that commited the sin of giving birth to a female.

I'm sick and tired of your violent jackass thugs showing up attack me and my family, every time you get into a fight with my fucking mother and her thug brothers!

I have no part of the fucking Atwaters! I HATE them! 

If you are mad at the Atwaters, go take out on them, not me. I'm not one of them. I spit on the ground the fucking Atwaters walk on!You shot my friend, calling him a demon.

They don't care about Human life. No. They are too busy raving and ranting about aliens and demons and witches and curses to care about Human life. The only thing that matters to them is fighting and guns. They care about nothing else. They care about no one.

Evil people do evil things. By their fruits ye, shall know them.

I don't know who these people attacking us are or why they are attacking. All I know is they are somehow friends of my mother's.

Why are they doing this?

Why did they shoot Etiole? He's never done anything to anyone. He hides in the woods, too terrified to be near anyone. He's never bothered any one. But he is a homeless man. That seems to be the only excuse any one around here needs to hurt another person. And Etiole doesn't talk. Verbal communication has never been possible with Etiole. He's almost blind. Almost deaf. Crippled and mute. But homeless.

Being homeless and being ugly, that are his crimes. For that alone people hate him.

His life has been so much hell.

There is so much hatred for the homeless people and I do not understand why.

Do they feel nothing?

No shame?

No guilt?

Why do people treat the homeless like this?

A homeless man is still a man.

He still deserves respect.

This ia disgrace.

This is an absolute, utter disgrace.

How does something like this happen?

There are so many sad and lonely people in the world.

Life shouldn't be like this.

I am so horrified and sickened by the locals and their treatment of this man.

How is it that we live in a society that can treat a homeless man like that?

How is our society so cruel?

How can people live with themselves, doing the things they do to the homeless?

How often do things like this happen to the homeless?

How often does this sort of thing happen and no one knows, because so few see it?

This is wrong.

This is so terribly wrong.

We live in a cruel world.

Everything happening this week, makes me so very sad. More so than I usually am.

And I don't have Etiole to talk to now.

I have no one.

Usually it's the locals in Old Orchard Beach who go looney-tune psycho-nut job on us. This week -Thanksgiving Week, November 2021 - this week week it's the locals of Biddeford and they fucking shot my friend, so let's spend some time to talk about what's going on.... because I've had it with you fucking bastards out of HELL!

Repainting my car for the 7th anniversary of the murder of my family - April 10, 2015 at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine - 14 police officers used hand band saws to saw off the heads of 10 of my 12 children the youngest was 4 the oldest 16 - 1 officer got 6 months paid leave the other other officers were not punished at all - this is white men do to us non-whites - that's what we Gypsies have to live with here in Maine  

April 10, 2015, ten of my children were kidnapped by a mob of 70+ people, business owners of Old Orchard Beach, lead by 14 police officers from Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, and Saco, Maine, who accused me and my car of being "too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach" on May 15, 2015, they returned to nail the heads of my children to my front door, at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine... have information? call FBI agent Andy Drewer @ 207-774-9322

 The number is now 55 of the 74 people who helped murder my children April 10, 2015 are now dead by their own hand - This is probably why you shouldn't kill the children of a Gypsy witch who's familiar is the Archangel of Suicide - Etiole's fast making fast order of killing all of them ain't he?  tik-tok counting down Etiole's 7 year clock - and they're now dying off faster and faster as we get closer to the 7 year anniversary....or so say the locals who are attacking my family THIS WEEK.

I'm so damned sick of these brain dead conspiracy theory jackasses and the ass wipe slanderous lies they run around spread about me, my car, and my family.

Apparently there was yet another suicide... the 55th one so they say... caused by me supposedly sending Etiole after them.

I'm left wondering what the fuck are these people talking about and who the fuck wound them up this time.

Whoever it is who sent you shit heads here, go back to them and give them hell instead.

I'm tired of you people spreading these stupid ass witchcraft and demon lies about me.

I'm a Mormon, 5th generation.

And Etiole is a local hermit, a homeless man, a Jewish Nazi Concentration Camp Survivor who is disfigured because of how badly the fucking WW2 Nazi's tortured him. He's NOT a demon and I'm sick of you people showing up here wanting to kill him, for stupid ass things he didn't do.

He's a crippled, disfigured 90 year old man who can barely site up. Leave him alone!


What is it, you said to me at Rotary Park today while I was walking my dog? You said that Etiole is watching you from the door of my car, and you accused me of driving by you every day until you ALL kill yourselves from the guilt of murdering my children... uhm... so are you admitting that you murdered my children here? Explain that to me. 

You do know I live on this street and I have drive in and out of my driveway to get to the store and I've walked my dogs daily in Rotary Park since the 1980s, more than 40 years. What the fuck is wrong with you?

As for Etiole, Quaraun, and BoomFuzzy being painted on my car... In case you didn't notice the 45th anniversary of my novel Friends or Forever is in 2 years, it takes me 2 years to fully paint my car every time I do it, which I've done, for look, I've had this Volov for 30 years now. Friends Are Forever it the story about Etiole, also, there are 4 new Quaraun novels being released in 2022.

I repaint my novel characters on my car for EVERY big anniversary and EVERY new release of my novels. And I have done this on over 20 cars, since the the 1970s.

I sell my books out of my car at events across Maine every summer, THAT is why there are characters from my novels painted on the car.

But there you go again, jumping to false conclusions and tossing blame on witches and demons, like you always do.

You fucking idiots! What is wrong with you?

But explain to me THIS: Why is it you said this to me in Rotary Park today, November 20, 2021: You said that Etiole is watching you from the door of my car, and you accused me of driving by you every day until you ALL kill yourselves from the guilt of murdering my children...

You stupid idiots. 

You do know that by saying that you did just admit that you are the one who murdered my children and you think I'm trying to drive you to suicide with guilt by painting my car.

Think about your words there for a minute. Think long and hard, because there's an FBI investigation trying to find out who the murderer is, and NO ONE other than the murderer would think to say, what you just said.

You are evil people and murder is vile... 

Did no one ever teach you murder is wrong?

You cut my car in half, you pumped sewage into my motorhome, you drove a backhoe over my house, you razed my farm, you broke my spine with golf clubs while I was 8 months pregnant killing my baby, you left my palized for 5 months, I spent 18 months relearning to walk, and you cut the heads off 10 of my children and nailed them to me door!

WHY?

Because you thought I was gay? 

More than a 100 people stood in my driveway chanting:

"Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach, kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaw's"

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!

You cut my children's heads off, because someone found a head in Saco Shaw's ice cream freezer, and you claimed the murderer was a gay transvestite. I no nothing of the Saco Shaw's murder. All I know, is you vile people said I was gay because I wore pink, you said my car was gay because it was pink, and murdered my children while you said it, saying that was why you were murdering my children.

And now, where are you now... in my driveway again, now in 2021, raving and ranting about the suicides of your own children?

How does your children's suicide got anything to do with me?

You DO realize I didn't know you people were involved in the murder of my children, until you showed up in my driveway saying your children's suicides was my fault right? 

You ARE aware, that by accusing me and Etiole, you ARE admitting that YOU murdered my children and nailed their heads to my door, right? 

Did you think of that part before you showed up here today?

And you DO realize I'm passing your name to the FBI seeing how you OPENLY ADMITTED to murdering my children, right?

You ARE aware that your CONFESSION is a CONFESSION to having sawed the heads off of ten children ages 4 to 16 and nailing their heads to their mother's front door?

Are you CERTAIN you WANT to be CONFESSING that your child commit suicide over guilt of YOU murdering my children? Because if the FBI finds out your CONFESSION to MURDERING my children is real, you WILL get life in prison. You DO  KNOW what it is you just confessed to, right?

Do you even know what it is you are CONFESSING to, when you say that my car guilted your child into suicide over your involvement in April 10, 2015?

No?

Will let's talk about that, because if you REALLY want to accuse my car, DO KNOW that that means YOU murdered my children and the FBI has been looking for YOU?

Are you still sure that's the CONFESSION you want to be making?

You don't think before you act, do you?

And you're blaming Etiole. Really? Etiole is a fictional character from a novel, you stupid superstitious jackasses. Accusing a fictional character once again?

What is it with you local jackasses and your stupid retarded ass belief that a merman from my novels is a real Demon out to get you?


There you go again, calling me EelKat, Etiole's friend. Why? If you really believe in Etiole so badly thinking I would send Etiole after each and everyone of you, then why did you kill my children? You retarded fools. I do not believe in either demons or aliens. That was my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, leader of the Maine division of Heaven's Gate.

Do you realize the first time you jackasses attacked me over Etiole... I was THREE (3) years old. I was still a baby. I was 3 years old the first time a mob of people showed up on our farm calling me a witch and Etiole a Demon. And that, like every time, it was caused by my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, a leader of Heaven's Gate - the murder-suicide UFO cult that killed 39 people - him running around town saying I was a demon possessed witch.

I was 3 years old, the first time you jackasses violently followed the fucking herd without using your brain. There is something wrong with you people. This is not normal. You might should step outside of Maine and look around, because people in other states don't act like this. I've been crippled since I was 4 years old - from a two foot long foundation nail being driven through my hip, to drive a demon out of me. You people are insane.

It's been 50 years and you haven't stopped yet. Etiole, the REAL, Etiole, is an elderly homeless man who has no skin because of acid burns he received in a Nazi concentration camp in France, in WW2. He came to Maine as a refugee in 1953, and you people fucking attacked him calling him a Demon because his skin is burned off. That's why he hides in the swamps, lives in the woods and is scared shitless of you jackasses. I found him starving to death in the Ross Forest in 1978, and I started leaving food and blankets out there for him. And because I help a homeless man, you fucking jackasses call me a witch and call him my familiar. Do you have any idea how stupid you people sound when you call me a witch and call him a demon?

Seeing how you are so scared of Etiole, here, have this:

Yes... I DO, still have it... even after you cut it in half and sold it to Freeport Scrap Yard. I found it and got it back. And according to the posts you are posting on social media, this The World's Most Haunted Car is right now powering a voodoo doll for EACH and EVERY one of you who stood in my driveway on April 10, 2015.

But then again, you know, I don't believe in curses either.

Do you know the source of this picture? This picture you are posting all over social media and claiming is voodoo dolls to curse you? It was taken in 2010 at a birthday party. My children lined their dolls in front of my car. My children were still alive when this picture was taken, 5 years before you murdered them.

See how foolish you are now? 

You SAW evil in a picture where was none. What does that say about YOU?


You are now in 2021 standing in my driveway saying you are not scared to die? That's what Dan Feeney said... funny... he wasn't the one who commit suicide was he? Or how about Police Officer Bruce Savoy... how many people in his family are dead now? 

My question is, why you here saying that at all? WHY are you getting in my face at Rotary Park and saying "Think I'm afraid to die?" You are threatening me, and yet, I've never threatened you or anyone else. I also don't know who you are. I've never seen you before. You weren't in my driveway April 10, 2015, but you imply that you were. This confuses me.

Also, bringing your giant black dog snarling up to me while you say that and say "I'm not scared of you or Etiole", is you using your dog for criminal threatening and using your dog as an assault weapon.

But I also ask... WHY would you be scared of me or Etiole? It makes me ask who has been feeding you lies about me? Who has been feeding you lies about Etiole? 

I am a crippled elderly woman. I can barely stand up. I've been paralyzed and bedridden since the golf club attack November 14, 2013. I'm only just now in 2021 just starting to walk again, and I can barely do that. I have no grip strength so I struggle to even hold me cane. The golf clubs damaged my spine, my nerves, most of my organs don't function because of the nerve damage to my spine. I struggle to even breath, just sitting up in bed is enough to collapse my lungs. I have no bladder or bowel movement control, I have to wear diapers. What exactly is it you think I can even do?

And Etiole? The old hermit Nazi concentration camp survivor? He's over 100 years old now, he hasn't been able to walk, or sit up, or eat on his own, in almost 20 years. He's dying. What exactly are you expecting him to do?

Let me tell you something about Etoile. Three months ago, a homeless man found where Etoile lived. For the past 3 months, Etiole has been taken care of that homeless man. The homeless man has lived in the ravine since August. Because his family threw him out of his house, took away his 5 year old child, took away his cat, and took away his dog. Every night for the past 3 months, while walking my dog, I encountered that homeless man on the Cutt Street rails, and talked him out of killing himself with a train. Every day for 3 months, he told me how his parents hated him, treated him like shit, how his wife left him and took the baby, how he had nowhere to go and no food to eat. The police wouldn't help him. The hospital wouldn't help him. Etiole gave him a place to sleep at night and I was giving him food. My income is only $4k a year, I barely have enough food to feed myself. For a while he had a pup-tent, that he set up in the ravine, but a few weeks ago, vandals sliced it up with a knife, so he no longer had protection from the cold, just when frost hit. Last night, I was at the gate, and I couldn't get to him in time, he was too drunk to hear me and too far away, and with my lame leg, I can't run, - I SAW HIM, jump in front of that train BECAUSE his family didn't care and he had no one.  I was the last person to see him alive. I don't even know his name. He never told me or Etiole his name.

That homeless man who jumped in front of the train last night, because his parents hated him, he's not the first homeless man me and Etiole have taken care of. How many homeless people have you helped? I've helped hundreds over the years. I can barely afford to feed myself, but I always find a way to feed the local homeless too. As for Etiole, he does not go out in public because of what he looks like. He is so badly disfigured. House dwelling rich people beat him up when they see him, break his bones, call him a demon. It's why he hides in the forest. But homeless people are desperate for help, so they don't care what he looks like and them he helps.

The two people you are attacking and slandering and spreading rumors and lies about, have done more the help fed and cloth and keep warm in winter snow, the homeless in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine, than anyone else in the state. Maybe instead of spreading your vile ugly rumors and lies about me and Etiole, you should take the time to get to know us, and find out who we really are. Because what we are, is two humans ostracized by society because we look different, two humans, branded as a witch and a demon, because I wear the tradition cloths of my people and Etiole has no skin.

And while you stand there yelling and accusing and threatening, me and Etiole are out there helping the homeless, who often don't need to be homeless, they often have parents, spouses, siblings any one of whom COULD take them in, but WON'T. The homeless man who killed himself with the train this week, every evening before sunset he walked to his family's house and begged them to let him come inside out of the 20F cold. Every night he returned to the ravine to sleep in Etiole's den, and tell us, his family told him to go away, grow up, and learn to be a man. And now he's dead, because his family didn't care, that he was terrified he was going to freeze to death when the first snow came. That should not have happened. But his family hated him so much, they wouldn't even give him a blanket, because they wanted to teach him a lesson. And now he's dead because of their cruelty.

Me and Etiole tried to help him, but his family hated him so much, and he couldn't live with that. He so desperately wanted his family to love him. It's all he talked about. How much they hated him and how much he wanted them to love him. The last straw was his son. His family took away his 5 year old baby and had started teaching his son to hate him. He tried to bear his parents hating him, his wife hating him, but he could not bear the thought of them turning his own son against him.

I would suggest you look at what happened to that homeless man this week, and you look at how cruelly his family treated him. Than look at yourself and how you treat your own children. You compare yourself, to the family of that homeless man and ask yourself, how much like them are you? Were YOU as toxic and cruel to your children, as his family was to him? Than try to change yourself, so you are not like them.

You know, when my children died, their heads were cut off, there arms and legs also cut off, their organs and intestines cut out. Their heads nailed to my door, their arms and legs hung from ropes in the trees, their intestines tacked up around the roof edge of my motorhome like Christmas garlands... with in an hour, I had gone out there and taken them down, so they wouldn't be on public display.

I did not want my children's bloody remains hanging in public for all the world to see. I cared about my children, I loved my children, enough to go out to the crime scene, and pick up every single last, itty bitty, tiny, cut up piece of all 10 of their bodies.

It was horrible and disgusting, and made me vomit every few minutes, I was scraping my children's mashed up body parts - hundreds of pieces, nailed all over the front of my motorhome, their body parts hung like Christmas ornaments from the awning! That's why there is no more awning on my motorhome, I couldn't get the blood stains out.

Do you know what it is like, to spend a week, searching every inch of your yard for fingers and toes, of your own children?

I do. Because I had to do that.

You are so desperate to know what information was withheld from the news?

Georgie (age 16) had his face smashed off with a brick.

Bela (age 14) had her jaw ripped off while she was still alive.

Emily (age 16 - Georgies twin sister) was boiled alive.

You ARE aware THAT is you just confessed to, yes?



You still want to know what information wasn't in the news?

Now, you are absolutely, 100% certain that THIS is the crime you want to confess to having committed, right?

YOUR child, commit suicide, BECAUSE YOU BOILED my 16 year old to death, boiled her while she was still alive, then sawed her head off, nailed it to my door, sawed her legs off, hung them over the door. Pulled her intestines out, and braided them along the edge of my awning... THIS the WHY your child commit suicide, yes? Because they knew you DID THIS? Is that REALLY what you are saying?

If you want to confess to doing that to my child, I have no issues turning you over to the FBI right now.

And child torturing sociopaths like you, won't last long in prison you know. They'll have to put you in solitary confinement to keep the other prisoners from beating you to death over what you did to my child.

You ARE aware THAT is you just confessed to, yes?

You're not just a bitter person spouting off anger at the first person you see, right, you ACTUALLY want to say that THIS CRIME is why your child commit suicide? You outright SAID, your child commit suicide BECAUSE it says these words on my car: "Have information about the murder of my FBI? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

You should be more careful what you say, because there WILL be an FBI investigation into you, your family, and your child's suicide now, to find out, if YOU really are the one who boiled my 16 year old Emily alive than braided her intestines on my awning, and nailed her head to my door.

You do know you shouldn't confess to crimes unless you actually did them, right?


Are you CERTAIN you WANT to be CONFESSING that your child commit suicide over guilt of YOU murdering my children? Because if the FBI finds out your CONFESSION to MURDERING my children is real, you WILL get life in prison. You DO  KNOW what it is you just confessed to, right?

My mother runs around all over the state looking for them. Emily and Georgie. Emily and Georgie. It's all she talks about. She REFUSED to come help take them down, because she kept saying: "They're not dead, I'll find them" She believes they are still alive and is still right now looking for them. She drives all over the state trying to find them.

There's a reason I don't talk much about what happened to my children, because I don't think most of you could stomach it. But I'm their mother and I'm the one who had to pick up all their parts.

It made me sick to have to do it.

But I didn't leave them there like that.

Look at Cutt Street this week. The shortcut the children take to school through my backyard. Or rather don't. Not every parent has the decency to pick up after a dead child. No one should have to see that and half the children in Biddeford have seen it already. 

Why has it not been picked up? Oh yes, you were too busy shooting my friend, accosting me in Rotary Park, and sending your gang thugs to try to scare me.

Well, now I'm back home from the park, and I'm writing this, because I don't like being threatened, I don't like guns in my face, and I'm fed up with you shit head locals blaming every damned death, suicide, and murder in York County on my, my car, and Etoile!

 ...because... you claim my car is sending you brain wave demon signals from suicide demons?

What the fuck?

How is my car sending brain wave singles and what the fuck are suicide demons? You're fucking crazy!

What the fuck are you even talking about? 


You know what, instead of slandering me with witches and demons, maybe you should go clean up that mess out there.

When my children died, I had the decency to take them down and give them a respectable burial with all of their remains in the coffins...

No one would help. No one single person. Not my parents. Not my mother. Not my father. Not my husband. Not my sibles. Not my aunts. Not my uncles. Not my cousins. Not my friends. Not my church. Not my neighbours. No one. They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." One relative, the Colonel, my father-in-law, he offered to help, but he was in very bad health, and couldn't get nurses to let him come to help. He died a few weeks later.

My ten children, where cut up. Heads here. Legs there. Their intestines braided together and looped garland style around the awning poles of the motorhome.

It took the killers hours to decorate my motorhome with the remains of my ten children.

It took me hours to get them down. The motorhome is 12 feet tall. I don't have a ladder. I couldn't even get a friend or neighbour or relative to come over with a ladder so I could reach the entrails hanging from the awning.

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

Well, you know what? I was their mother and I didn't want to see them like that either!

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

I was their mother and I did not want that to be my last memory of them!

NO ONE... not one single person in my family - not my parents, not my siblings, not my aunts, not my uncles, not my cousins, not my church, not my friends, not my neighbours... NO had the decency to help me get them down! NO ONE saw what was done to them that day. No one but the police and FBI are even aware how bad the situation was, because NO ONE CARED!

The ONLY people who know the full details of what happened are me, who found the bodies, the FBI who is investigating, and the murderers.

No one else.

No one else saw the bodies.

So ANYONE going around town claiming to have details, IS THE MURDERER, because NO ONE ELSE has those details.

And THAT is why the information was kept out of the news.

My children were murdered by a psychopath who turned their bodies into bloody Christmas decorations... and NOT ONE OF YOU GAVE A SHIT!

They spent weeks making those pieces of so called artwork out of my children's bodies.

And no one helped me take them down.

Not one of you!

They all said the same thing: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." 

Do you think I wanted to see them like that?

Do you think I wanted that to be my last memory of them?

I'm their fucking mother!

I learned fast on May 15, 2015, who I could rely on who I could trust... and the answer was NO ONE.... no one but the FBI agents who had the decency to help when no one else would.

I could have done what the rest of you all did and said the same thing you all did: "I don't want to see them like that. I don't want that to be my last memories of them." But I didn't, did I? No! I didn't leave my children scattered remains of public display for all to see. I care enough about them to take them down, no matter how sick it made me, no matter how disgusted I was by it, no matter how much I didn't want to see them like that.


I loved my children, so when they were murdered, cut to pieces and strewn everywhere, I made sure to pick up every last piece.

Any decent parent who loved their child WOULD. And I question the decency of a parent who DOESN'T!

And HOW have you people TREATED me in the 7 years since than?

I'll tell you... when I go to my church, The Saco Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints - they threw rocks at me when I tried to go inside. Five weeks in a row they slashed the tires on my car. I have an antique Volvo with white walls - each tire cost $2k to replace, and you did it 5 weeks in a row! One Sunday, they poured etching fluid on my windshield, I had to buy a new windshield. Their teens and children ran around singing the infamous chant "Too gay for the family friendly church"

It became too expensive for me to go to church because the repairs from the weekly vandalism while my car was in your parking lot was more money a week, than I make in a year.

THAT is why I stopped going to church the same year my children were murdered.

Because you people treated me like shit!

And what of my friends?

I've not seen or heard a word from any of them... NOT ONE... in 7 years.

I was in the hospital with a broken spine, broken hips, broken knees, broken legs.

My vertebrae are crushed and can not be operated on. So it can never be fixed.

Did anyone visit me in the hospital? No.

Did any one visit me after I got out of the hospital? No.

My relatives? My Aunt Barbara started posting the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours!"... something she initially posted 3 hours BEFORE my children's heads were nailed to my door.

While her brother Mervin Bruce set about to created HUNDREDS of social media accounts on FaceBook, Twitter, Twitch, hundreds on EACH, to spam pictures of severed head memes all over my profiles. While the adult children of his brother David took to posting photos of themselves carrying assault rifles and the words "This is the gun I'm going to blow your brains out with" was written on the photos. THAT is how my family - my aunts, my uncles, and my cousins reacted to my children being murdered.

I've not seen or heard from my brothers in 7 years. My father and one brother though they live with me, hasn't said a word to me in 7 years. And you've all seen what my mother does on my social media accounts.

After my children were murdered, everyone around me had one of 2 reactions: to treat my like the plague and completely shun me, or two turn psychotic violent and start harassing me online and offline.

My husband ran off and had a psychotic breakdown, now all he does is go back and forth between kissing Kat Kerr's ass and sucking up to whatever God of the week he's following this week. His lost in a Bible, he's shut out the entire world and hasn't talked to me in 7 seven years, other than to spam "near death experience" and "trip to hell" youtube videos at me, at a rate of dozens of them a day. He's shut down completely, I don't know if it's even possibly to reach him any more. He's now suffering from massive amounts of amnesia and can't remember anything beyond the last trip to heaven/hell youtube video he watched.

It's been seven years, and I've yet to sit down and talk to anyone about what happened to my children, because I have no one to talk to.

And ONLY have no one to talk to, because you people made it so. I HAVE tried to reach out, to all of my relations, all of my friends. They hang up on me, slammed the door in my face.

I didn't just lose my 10 children the day they were murdered, I lost every single person in my life.

And then there are the neighbours, both the ones neighbouring my farm in Old Orchard Beach, where the murder took place AND the ones neighboring my apartment in Biddeford... look at what you do: they hit me and my dog when you see us walking by, you throw rocks at me, you yell at me and call me a witch, you shout out anti-gay slurs, you scream "god hates fags" as I walk by.

Why?

Why do you do these things?

And right now, Thanksgiving week 2021, there is an angry mob roaming the forests of Maine, looking for Etiole, screaming they are going to kill the demon!

I am not a witch and Etiole is not a demon.

What is wrong with you people?

Why are you doing this?

Every single death.... since that Cyr-Dutrumble girl that got hit by a car at 142 Portland Ave in 1982... that was the first time you did this... every single death, accident, fire, and suicide to happen in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine. every death, causes large crowds of people to show up in my yard, calling me a witch and demanding I hand over Etiole while calling him a demon.

Today is the 55th time since the murder of my children, that you people have arrived in my yard over what YOU claim is the suicide of one of the children of the people who killed my children.... the 55th time you have arrived calling Etiole a Suicide Demon. The 55th time you have blamed me, witchcraft, Etiole, and demons, for the suicide of someone I had never known, had no way of knowing, and would not have known they even exists or had died, had you NOT shown up in my yard to accuse me and Etiole of killing them.

You'd think it was the 1600s and the Salem witch trials were still going on, the way you people act.

It's November 22, 2021

NOT

November 22, 1621!

For crying out loud! 


What is wrong with you people?


Why are you doing this?

Etiole is sick, he can barely move, and I've had to move him to a new location, away from the home he's been at for 50 years, because you people are trying to kill him for no reason at ali!

What is wrong with you?

You people and your blind hatred, you are insane!

And most of you are people whom I don't even know. I'm a stranger to you and look at how you treat me.

What is wrong with you people?

So HOW DARE YOU show up here to yell at me!


I've seen so many suicides in my life, precisely because I spend so much time with the homeless of Maine. I see it over and over again. People, who are homeless, but have families, that live less than a mile away from the cardboard box they sleep in at night. Parents, siblings, spouses, aunts, uncles, cousins, less than a mile away. Americans are so cruel to their own families. So many suicides, that could have been prevented, if only their families had not abandoned them, not turned on them, not cast them out, not ostizized them, not shunned them. Most people I meet who are homeless, don't need to be, because they DO have families, but their families don't care about them.

If you have a homeless son or daughter and they come to you at 1AM on a 20F night, while it's freezing rain outside, and they ask you, to let them come inside, and you do, what his family did November 19, 2021, and tell your child, to learn to be a man, go back out into the 20F freezing rain, than YOU ARE the problem, and you DID drive your child to suicide. Your so called tough love, isn't love, it's just cruel toxic hate, and you getting off on being a bullying fucking dick to your own child, and you know it.

There are more than 2,000 homeless people, right now in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine. And every one of them has local families, who COULD help them, who COULD feed them, who COULD give them a place to sleep, they just WON'T. And it's always the same story. Prideful parents and spiteful spouses want to teach them a lesson, saying it's good for them to be homeless. The local parents and spouses of Maine's homeless population disgust me.

And with December days away, we all know what happens now. The blizzards will move in. And in April and May of 2022, the police of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine, will do what they always do every year: go out behind stores and dumpsters looking for bodies. Every year, no fewer than one hundred homeless people freeze to death during blizzard season. EVERY YEAR. Every town in York Country will have at least 4 homeless people frozen to death. It's worse in Cumberland County. Each DISTRICT of Portland, will have a dozen or more homeless people frozen to death by spring, just like they do every year.

All the homeless who will freeze to death this winter, and next winter, and the winter after... just like last winter, and the winter before, and the winter before that, they ALL have local families. They ALL have local parents, local spouses, local siblings, local cousins, locals aunts and uncles, who will ALL deny them help, who will ALL deny them food, who will ALL deny them places to sleep. EVERY homeless PERSON who freezes to death each year in Maine, had someone who COULD have helped, but WOULDN'T.

And worse than freezing to death... are the suicides. As blizzard season draws near and the nights get colder, the suicide rate starts to skyrocket as the homeless beg their families for a scrap of food or a measly blanket, and get doors slammed in their faces instead. Every year, during the 2 weeks before blizzard season starts, every year, there are more than 300 suicides by homeless people here in Maine. And every one of them, kills themselves, because they fully 100% believe their family hated them and wanted them dead. What happened to that homeless man this week, that WAS preventable. He killed himself less than an hour after his family refused to let him come inside out of the 20F freezing rain. Had they not sent him away telling him to grow up and be a man, he'd still be alive right now.

And now I ask you, you who accosted me at Rotary Park today... how much are YOU like that man's parents? Your child, who you say commit suicide this week, how much was he like that homeless man who jumped in front of train? Take a good long look at yourself. Go back over everything you have done and said to your child, this past year. You'll quickly see, you've no one to blame but yourself. I've seen HUNDREDS of suicides, and I've yet to see one that was NOT caused by a family treating the victim so cruelly that they no longer wanted to live.

Why don't you take a step back and look at yourselves and what you are doing and why you are doing it and who you are doing it to. Me and Etiole, we are no threat to you. We've never been a threat to any one. The ONLY threat out there is YOU jackasses who keep trespassing and coming up in here to beat us up because of some damned rumors you heard! Slanderous rumours spread by stupid ass busy bodies and believed ONLY by retarded jackasses like yourself.

Look at this picture. This is me. This is where I lived from May 9, 2006 to March 31, 2015


Me and Etiole, we are out there trying to help the homeless. Letting them know there IS someone who cares. Letting them know, they have a reason to live. I was homeless for 9 years. I lived under a 8x6' tarp for 9 years. And during that time, I learned who my friends were. I got no help from my parents, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my church, my friends. No one. I have 3 brothers, they were the only ones who helped me. There are 400 people in my family. We are Gypsies, most men are polygamists and have 5 or more wives, no wife has fewer than 8 children, most women in my family have given birth to more than twenty. There are 400 people in my family, all of whom I had helped many times, several while they were homeless, I gave them a place to stay and food to eat. And when I became homeless myself, those very same people, not only turned their backs on me, they did it with cruel violence.

I know what it is like to be homeless, to live outside during Maine's blizzards, to have no one who cares. I know what it is like to go 12 days without food and be scared of starving to death.

Look at THIS picture again, and let me tell you how it got taken:


October 7, 2006, broke Maine's world record for the coldest day ever at -47F (minus 47 degrees before zero) before windchill factor... that picture with the snow, it was taken that day, by my brother, who came to check on me, because he was scared I'd die in that cold. He came to help, when no one else did.

And that same day, in Portland, just 7 miles away, more than a dozen homeless people were found frozen to death, in a dumpster, on St John Street, they had climbed into together to try to huddle together and get out of the cold.

THAT is WHY I make a point of seeking out and helping the homeless in Maine. Because I know what it is like to survive, and I only survived, because I had a brother who cared and came looking for me.

And you people, especially you families, who go out of your way to make life miserable for the homeless people...

You people all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

If your children are killing themselves, did you ever think, it might have something to do with YOU being a dick and treating them like shit, and has absolutely nothing to do with me or Etiole. We are two strangers to you and have has no clue who you or your children are.

I know what it is like to have dead children. Remember? My ten children had their heads nailed to my front door. And I could have been sympathetic to your plight, had you not stormed over here, barged into my life, and started threatening me for no fucking reason at all!

If YOUR children are killing themselves, it is probably YOUR fault. Chances are high that you treated them the SAME WAY you are treating me right now. I've only had to deal with you when you trespass in my yard. They had to live with you every day for years. It's no wonder they killed themselves, having to deal with a violent, domineering, hate monderging bigot like you.

I'm a stranger. You're child's suicide has nothing to do with me. Perhaps you should look in the mirror. Look at the witch ranting, demon spewing, gay hating, conspiracy raving you are yelling at me, a stranger. If you can talk to a stranger like this, I've no doubt you talked to your child every day that way too. You have no one to blame for your child's suicide, but you yourself, so get out of my face and leave my family alone.

You accuse me of being gay, yet I am not.

You call me a witch and yet I am a Mormon.

You think a fictional merman from a novel, is a real live demon or alien, whichever it is you happen to be calling from one day to the next.

Your actions and your words say more about YOU than they do me.


Are you that desperate to harass me, that you are now grasping at every straw you can find? Perhaps you should look in the mirror. Your own hatred and bigotry is the problem.

You only try to blame me for these things, because you can't take responsibility for your own cruel actions. Attacking me daily, weekly, monthly years after year, because you don't like how I dress, because you don't like my car, because you don't my none-white family... does nothing but further prove you are a small minded hate filled person.

You try to dehumanize me, by calling me a witch.

You try to dehumanize me, by calling me gay.

Why?

Does it make feel like a big man to harass a crippled elderly women who never did anything to you?

You use the words witch and gay as tools of hate.

Because you are paranoid, you believe in witches and curses and demons, and try to put them in places, where they are not.

Because you hate gay men, you see gay things, where there are none.

You are an evil person. THAT is why you attack my family. 

I am not the problem. My family, we stay up here and mind our own business. It is YOU who trespass on farm, you who stalk us, you who hurt us, not because of anything we did, but simply because you have a severe mental disorder that causes you to see elderly women as witches, causes you to see gay as evil, causes you to vandalize my cars and my farm, causes you to murder children and nail their heads to door, and now causes you to return to blame a fictional character for the suicide of, how many did you say it was... 55 children? Well I'm glad YOU are keeping count. 

Why are you so obsessed with me and my family? I think that is the thing I understand the least. Why can't you just mind your own business and leave us alone? We are not bothering you, why are you bothering us?

By their fruits, ye shall know them. Your evil acts are evil fruit, that prove you are evil.

Even if I were gay or a witch, what would it matter? Witches are not evil, nor are gay men.

Evil people do evil things.

The things you do to my family are evil. 


Hate is evil.

Bigotry is evil.

Bullies are evil.

Murder is evil.

And you've done all the above, therefore YOU are evil.

You ONLY think I'm a witch, because you watched Thinner.

You DO know The Thinner is a fictional movie, right?

Why are you here? Why are you bothering us, again?



What else did you do on April 10, 2015? BESIDES  murdering my children? Let me think... you brought Old Orchard Beach Public Works Excavation crew here, you cut down my trees, my apple orchards, my grape vineyards, my great-grandmother 200 year old hawthorn trees, her 200 year old rose bushes, her 200 year old hosta... more 30,000 perennial flowers: lupines, lilies, daffodils, all my flower gardens... you dug them up, you razed my land. Every inch of it. You dug down 6 feet deep, taking my lawn, my top soil, you left nothing behind but 2 inches of sand on top of ledge.

God in the Bible says he punishes the wicked.

Eye for an eye.

Tooth for a tooth. 

What was it the Town of Old Orchard Beach loved the most? The nature preserve.

The Reclaim Blueberry Plains on the Ross Road.

In 2020... a crew of land moving excavators, clear cut 27 acres The Reclaim Blueberry Plains on the Ross Road, cut down the trees, dug up the blueberries, took the topsoil 6 feet deep, leaving only 2 inches of sand on ledge, in a great big 27 acre hole, where the The Reclaim Blueberry Plains USED to be on the Ross Road.

Oh, and for pity's sake, according the the screaming mob of jackasses in my yard, it gets so much worse.

What was it again, that was the REASON the town murdered my family and other families and razed my farm? What was it they were chanting in my driveway? Could it have been these words:

"Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach"

Oh, my, will you just LOOK at what is sitting on top of what USED to be The Reclaim Blueberry Plains on the Ross Road... why, it's a gay community. One hundred condominiums, each 4 families... all exclusively GAY families of course.

Oh dear... did someone raze your nature preserve and remove all your beautiful plants and drop a great big GAY community on top of it?

Oh dear, oh dear!

And you are telling ME this... why exactly?

You might want to watch out there - your gay-hatred is showing.

I'm not gay, but even if I was, what does it matter to you, a stranger, and what has any of this got to do with your kid commiting suicide?

Again, what the fuck?

Stalker much?

You seem pretty obsessed with me on some hefty abnormal levels.

Did you know I only found out the Blueberry Plains were gone in May 2021, more than a year after they were gone, because you idiots decided to show up in my driveway and chant your gay hatred and accuse me of putting evil gays in your beloved nature preserve? Why do you idiots keep showing up in my driveway?

Do you really have nothing better to do than run to my farm and say it's my fault every time you see a gay person?

Once again, I ask, what has that got to do with me?

And are you certain it's a gay exclusive condo?

Your bigotry and stupidity is showing again.


Happy 7 Year Anniversary by the way, I think God might be a little pissed off at what you did and is throw karmah at you.

Can you explain to me the significance of why 7 is so important? 

Sacred numbers and stuff are rather lost on me.

I never went to school you see, so I never learned math, and I can't count or tell time or do math.

I was 37 years old when I started taking adult education classes at a local high school, got my GED that same year. After that, I made a point of going to every college within a 2 hour driving distance of my and just signing up to take every writing course they had. I can't sign up for a degree program because I can't do numbers of sciences, but I can sign up as a "community student" and take 3 to 5 classes per semester, just part of the college community enrichment programs. So I've spent the last 20 years attended 1 class here and 1 class there at dozens of colleges throughout New England, not getting a degree at any of them, but finally learning how to do grammar.

That's been a big struggle for me. Being someone in my 40+ just learned to read and write for the first time, surrounded by kids teens to 30s who've been reading and writing for years. And because of this, learning so late, I doubt I'll ever feel competent as a writer.

But the thing is, you spouting off you significance of 7 being sacred numbers and 7 being a curse... that means nothing to me, I have no ability to grasp the concept of numbers. I have Kanner's Syndrome, actual Autism, not Aspergers. I have a very difficult time understand the concept of numbers.

I understand that you love them, and you especially love the number 7 and hold it very dear, and are having a psychotic meltdown because it's almost 7 years since my family ws murdered and apparently that means something to you, but, me with my Autism and lack of education, I have no what you are talking about.

You might want to clarify WHY it is you are so obsessed with the number 7 and WHY you are panicking over this being the 7th anniversary soon.Why is the number 7 such a big threat to you?

Yes, the 7th anniversary is coming up.

Happy 7 year anniversary.

But why are you panicking over it?

I do not understand.

Your logic is flawed and highly irrational.

You want a witch's curse? Yet I am not a witch, nor do I believe in curses, but I will pray that God swiftly sends you hate mongering bigots to Hell where you belong.


For all you waving Bibles in my driveway, it's not the host of Heaven coming for you... it's the hosts of Hell.


Hail Satan. It's HIS work you're doing. Not God's.

YOU are evil people, you prove it by your own actions.

I'm not a threat to you, I never have been.

But you ARE a threat to me.

I've never hurt any of you.

You murdered my family.


Happy 7 Year Anniversary!

UPDATE: November 23, 2021:


well, it was bound to happen - there are 4 children on the Cutt St sidewalk trading body parts for trading cards - I told you people you needed to go down and check the Cutt street crossing and clean it up -

also, why are you people all saying 10PM?

You ARE aware the 911 call went out at 6PM, right? 4 hours earlier than the time you're all saying?

Let me check my phone... oh yes...  6:27PM exactly, actually; you're also saying the wrong day - the call was made on the 19th not the 20th;

you weren't hugging him at 10PM on the 20th you fucking liar - he's was already dead at 6:27PM the day before!

you're citing the wrong time and the wrong day and you're also saying the the wrong fucking street -

Cutt Street is a half a mile away, you know where I live;

are you SURE you're talking about the same death I'm talking about;

because the street YOU talking about is quite a long drive for me, and what I'm talking about is right here

you got the wrong day, the wrong time, and the wrong street


and that fucking mess should have been cleaned up 5 days ago - why the hell did you leave it there? the police say they picked up everything, but, it really doesn't look like you even looked there at all - are you SURE you looked at Cutt Street? you are saying South st and I DID say Cutt street- that's about 5 streets down from South St -

-if you're saying you have all the body parts, than you might consider there may be TWO bodies, Cutt street IS over a half mile away from South St -and the 911 call was 6:27PM on the 19th not 10PM on the 20th - everyone knows the children use that Cutt Street shortcut to get to school - why did the police leave that there? dozens of children have seen it now, every dog walker in Biddeford has seen it now - have you people no respect for the dead? where are the parents?

when my children died I had the decency to go out there and pick up the body parts, I didn't leave them for the public to gawk at - now there are children running down the street carrying them!

good god!

what the fuck!


he's been laying there for 5 days now!



It's deplorable that THIS is how the homeless are treated.

My friend was hit by a train at the Cutt Street crossing, just past the gate, at 6:27PM on the 19th.

You're saying your child was hit by a train at 10PM on the 20th at South Street.

Did it ever occur to you that it might have been 2 people, hit by 2 different trains on 2 different nights?

You ARE aware there are an average of 10 people killed at the crossing around York Hill EVERY year, and there have been years with more than 30 deaths - they RARELY make it in the paper, but living on the tracks like I do, I've seen a lot of them, so, I know, 2 train deaths one day after the other is not unheard of, it has happened before.

But besides that - you fucking jackasses had no right to attack me in Rotary Park or Etiole at the ravine. You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

And you'd better start praying Etiole doesn't die from what you did to him. I'll send EVERY MUFON member, alien abductee, and UFO watcher on the planet, right to your front door if he does. You want to see an angry mob?

They're crazier then you people are. And just like you, they don't believe Etiole is Human either. They think he's an alien. You both crazy.


Did you forget my uncle Mervin Bruce atwater was one of the leaders of Heaven's Gate and he sent the bulk of 1997 to 2016, doing nothing but telling everyone on the internet that Etiole was an alien and rising hell and chaos for me and Etiole at every turn, because he was sending so many MUFON people to my yard every week for years. 

I've spend decades trying to take down all the slanderous alien and UFO crap he spread about me and Etiole. He's the reason so many people think Etiole is not Human. You people who call Etiole a demon and an alien, you ONLY do so because you blindly follow one of Heaven Gate's leaders. Heaven's Gate murdered 39 people March 1997, it was one of the largest cult murders in history, did you people forget that? THAT is the type of sociopath you people are following. THAT lunatic who helped convince 39 people to kill themseves under the shadow of comet HaleBop, Mervin Bruce atwater, HIM... he's the one who started the rumour that Etiole was an alien. He's the one who started the rumor Etiole was a demon. Fucking Heaven's Gate. You're following the teachings of fucking Heaven's Gate when you call Etiole either and alien or a demon.

Well,let me tell you something about Mervin Bruce Atwarer - than monster was a peadophile, who caged little girld 4 years olds, 8 year olds, and sold them for sex to Mormon High Priets. And me mad up alien abduction rumors about EVERY ONE of those 140+ little girls he did that to. He made up the alien rumors about those girls, to gaslight them, to make them look crazy, in case any of them ever grew up and tried to tell anyone about the child prostitution ring he was running.

Etiole is not alien. And no demon.

Those rumors were made up by a pedophile who was trying to gaslight the children he sexually abused.

Etiole tried to help the little girls escape from their cages. THAT is WHY my uncle Bruce targeted Etiole as well. And took advantage of the fact Etiole was disfigured to call Etile an alien and demon.

There are no aliens or demons, just a criminal uncle who was trying to cover his own criminal ass.

But he went BIG, didn't he. My uncle Bruce. He contacted every alien and ufo guru and organization out there, and those people are so damned desperate to believe in aliens, that they REFUSE to believe the truth,.

They REFUSE to believe Etiole is a French Jew Nazi concentration camp survivor.

They are 100% convinced, that I'm trying to hide an EBE from them.

They refuse to believe he is NOT an alien.

And YOU just shot their beloved little alien.

How do you think they are going to feel about that?

They're crazier then you people are.



Etiole has 300-million fans, they firmly believe he is an EBE, there are entire churches - extreme fanatics - who worship him as a Pleasian.

You'll have Heaven's Gate to answer to - they think he's god.

You'll have David Icke himself on your ass. You ARE aware that Etiole is David Icke's beloved little shapeshifting Illuminati reptilian, right? Half the people who show up in my yard it's because David Icke sent them here. You just beat the crap out of David Icke's beloved little shapeshifting Illuminati reptilian alien grey. You didn't think of that part, did you?

Everyone knows what the UFO people are like, and Etiole is the one they call: 

   * The Amphibious Alien


   * The White Reptilian 


   * The Loveland Frog


   * The Blue-Eyed Grey Alien


   * The Memegwesi of The Saco River Curse 

-Did you forget that?

After Roswell and Area 51, Etiole is the most famous UFO/Alien/Cryptid phenomena in the world -and YOU just tried to kill him- the MUFON people will tear you apart if Etiole dies. 

Answering Reader Question:
What happened to Etiole?
Is he okay?

He was shot, by a local lunatic.

No, he's not okay.

Yesterday at Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine, a group of people armed with rifles, went down the track team trail behind the soccer field and started shooting... scared the crap out of the 50 or so children and their 100+ parents, got the 30+ dogs in the dog park howling... the sky filled with thousands of Canadian geese, and the park goers assumed the group was hunting geese and started commenting on the fact that hunting was not allowed in Rotary Park.

A few minutes later, a gray/white haired, bearded man, who looks a lot like Kenny Rogers, but not as fat, with a black dog of a German Shepard-Lab mix look, and a woman with pageboy greyish-blond hair, both about late 60s, marched up to me in the park, bragged they had killed Etiole, stating that he has caused their son whom they called "Todd" to jump in front of a train 3 days earlier. 

They said he was obsessed with the painting of Etiole and the "evil eye" painted on my car. THIS:

It's NOT the evil eye as they called it. It's The eye of The Grigori Archangels aka The Watchers, from the Apocrypha in the Bible. It's the blue wings of the Seraphim Archangels aka The Watchers. The Watchers are my Guardian angels. I paint them on everything, I sew it on tapestries, it's on my car, my motorhome, I embroider it on pillows and clothes, paint it on mirrors, paint canvases art for art galleries with it. It's the blue eyes wings of the archangels as described in the Bible. I'm not sure why they were calling it the Evil Eye.

After I stopped going to the Mormon church I started practicing New Orleans-style Folk Catholicism. Started using Catholic Bible, wearing Rosary, using saint prayer cards and novae candles. I'm an ordained Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsen Fey. I have been since September 23, 2010. Painting archangel wings on everything is a part of folk Catholicism.

They said he believed the "evil eye" on my car was there specifically to put a curse on him, and that he believed the painting of Etiole was there just so that "Etiole the suicide demon" (as they called him) would be constantly driving by and watching him to drive him to suicide. They outright accused me and Etiole of killing their son, by painting these pictures on my car!

I paint the archangel wings on EVERYTHING and I have for over 20 years now.

I paint the archangel wings on EVERYTHING and I have for over 20 years now.

Behind them were 4 trucks: 2 black pickups with big oversized wheels, a dark green truck-type suv, and a rust-orange-copper truck-type suv. The 2 pickups had young men 30sish driving them, the orange suv had 2 blonde girls about early 20s both with very long waist leagnth stick straight hair. 

The older couple with the dog, railed on Etiole this and Etiole that, saying the word "Etiole" a few dozen times, while gibbering wild nonsense about Etiole being a suicide demon, and saying that my car had guilt tripped their son into killing himself because he was scared the FBI would put his parents in prison for killing my children April 10, 2015.

The older couple and the black dog got into the dark green suv and than all 4 trucks, drove circles around my car, revving their engines loud like race cars and squealing their tires, spinning in fast circles around me and my car in the Rotary Park parking lot, while they screamed out the windows of their trucks bragging that they had killed Etiole. The 4 of the trucks then speed out of the park, doing at least 75MPH. I don't know which way they went as I went to go look for Etiole after that.

Etiole has been staying down in that area of the Saco River lately, as the new dam downstream and the recent back to back storms disrupted/flooded the area he was staying down closer to the NorthDamn SmokeStack.

It was why I changed my dog walking habits from walking at Mechanics Park to walking at Rotary Park.

I moved him to a new location away from the local area, out of York County completely. He is refusing to go to a hospital, he's too scared of people to go to a hospital.

I don't know if he'll live.

The attackers was 6 people in total (3 men, 3 women, and 1 dog) in 4 trucks total, I don't know who they were. I've never seen any of them before. I don't know anyone named "Todd" so I don't know who they were talking about either. There may have been another dog or maybe a child, I'm not sure which, but something was moving around in the backseat of the orange suv.

I don't know who they were. A gang of crazy, hysterical, deranged psychopaths near as I could tell.


The locals around here are crazy psychotic with demon and witch superstitions, and they love their guns. People shoot at every old woman and disfigured man they see, while screaming witch or demon. It's a really big problem up here in Maine. And when they say "witch" they don't mean like wicca the religion, they believe witches are a type of female demon. They don't believe witches are Human, so they think it's okay to shoot them because in their minds it's no different than shooting a deer or a duck. 

People around here, they believe I'm not Human, just like they believe Etiole is not Human either. It's why they are so violent towards the both of us. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone in this area who DOES NOT believe I'm a witch aka a female demon. And the locals are just so brain dead in terms if education and illiteracy, that there is no way you can convince them elderly women are NOT demons, no way to convince them disfigured men are NOT demons. The locals are borderline retarded due to crazy amount of incest in this area. 

Biddeford, Maine had the Guiness World Record for the city with the most incest on the planet - the plague is in the town hall - and according to that of the 27k residents in Biddeford, 19k of them are mother/son, father/daughter, or brother/sister married couples. Biddeford residents are excessively proud to have the Guiness World Record for the most incest on the planet. And it shows, with how they march around too illiterate to either read or write, while shooting at elderly women and disfigured men, calling them demons.

This is the shit we have to put up with here in Maine.

I don't know how they knew where Etiole was. I never tell anyone where he is. I never have. I won't. I've protected him from the public since 1978. I know in August there was a homeless man showed up under the trestle bridge at the back train tracks. He found Etiole, started staying down in the ravine with him. That homeless man died earlier this week. I'm left to assume that homeless man had told people about Etiole and where Etiole was. Seeing how the homeless man died a few days ago, I'm left to assume the thug gangsters who shot Etiole were probably relatives of the homeless man. 

I

If what these 6 people said was true:

Than there is considerable reason to believe that that homeless man DID NOT COMMIT SUICIDE and was rather MURDERED by these 6 people... stuffed full of drugs to the point of overdose and THROWN off the bridge in front of the train NOT jumped of his own volition.

And if that's the case, the Biddeford Police Department and the FBI need to investigate his death as a possible homicide, NOT a suicide.

If what these 6 people said is true, that woman who made the claim to be the homeless man's mother, according to her herself, is the one who murdered my family April 10, 2015, and the homeless man was about to call the FBI and tell them that, after seeing what was painted on my car. I have no way of knowing who this woman at Rotary Park is or if what she claims is true or not but she claimed that dead homeless man was about to turn her over to the FBI because of what was painted on my car and she sounded pretty damned happy that he was dead. Smug and happy.

Smug and happy and bragging that both the homeless man and Etiole were out of the way and no longer a threat to her. I've never seen this woman before, but she looks a LOT like the blond woman from 2013 golf club attack (at Southern Maine Community College in South Portland) and the 2016 shopping cart attack (the one who in 2016 drove a gold Volvo suv wagon at Scarborough WalMart where she tried to kill me with the shopping cart), and shows up in my driveway in Old Orchard - walks, she never has a car there - to shout gay hating slurs at me, - this woman in Rotary Park, looks enough like the other blond woman, that they could be sisters.

I don't know who this homeless man was, he never told me his name. He only just showed up recently, a few months AFTER I painted my car (I painted it in May 2021, and he showed up late August) and he did make a point to hang around the train tracks every night, waiting for me to walk by, I pass both Cutt street and the tessle almost every night and everyone around here knows that, he always waited for me at one or the other and jumped up and started talking to me soon as he saw me ... he acted like someone who had something to say, but was scared to say it, so said other things instead. Like I said he was standing on the train tracks every night for 3 months, he waited for me to walk by and then head down to the ravine after I did, and I kept asking him to please not stand on the tracks, it's so very dangerous. He desperately had something he wanted to say to me, but whatever he wanted to say to me, he never did. 

I also don't know who these 6 people who attacked me in Rotary Park are, I've never seen them around here before, it'd be difficult to find anyone around here I've not seen before, I walk all the main roads and side streets every day - I know the faces of everyone around here. I don't know who they are or how exactly they are connected to the homeless man, but they seemed very adamant in thinking they were safe from the FBI, now that he was dead.

If you know the names of any of these seven people, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ 207-774-9322 AND call the Biddeford Police Department and tell them both EVERYTHING YOU KNOW about this situation.

If what these 6 people said in Rotary Park is true, then THEY are the ones who beheaded my children and nailed their heads to the door, and they murdered that homeless man to make it look like a suicide, because he went to them and told them he was getting ready to turn them in.



As for the crazy conspiracy theories this woman was spouting off about the reasons why my car was being painted... it has nothing to do with her! I don't even know who she is.

I'm an author. And I sell paperback copies of my books from booths at festivals, carnivals, fairs, state parks, car shows, all over the state every summer, any place I can rent a booth and sell books, I go there. I've done this since 1978. This is nothing new.

And I ALWAYS paint my cars to match the book covers. My fans and readers like to get pictures of themselves with me and my car while they get their books signed.

You people with your stupid idiotic conspiracy theories. My car being painted has nothing to do with any one of you. How the hell arrogant and self centered ar you people, that you would even think it was?

I've done this to more then 20 cars for more than 40 years, and every one of you knows that, I've lived here for 50 years, you've watched me do this for 5 decades now.

There is a mural of Elves and Unicorns and Archangels being painted on my car and these fucking jackasses have seen fit to see that as deranged conspiracy theories of me sending suicide demons after them!

What the hell?

You people are insane!


Stop being so damned fucking retarded. Stop pulling your damned bull shit conspiracy theories out your ass!

Pull your face out of your ass, open your eyes, and LOOK AROUND...

I'm painting the book covers of my novels on my car and you can fucking see that if you would pull your damned conspiracy theory filled head out of your ass long enough!

BoomFuzzy and Quaraun are the main characters from my novels. Not suicide demons sent to kill you. BoomFuzzy is a unicorn and Quaraun's an Elf.

You fucking idiots!

How the hell damned retarded are you!

As for Etiole on the car... in the novels I have him written as Quaraun's great-grand son. He's a half--Elf/half-merman who shapeshifts into a 6 winged Archangel with blue wings that are covered with eyes.

Again, NOT a demon of suicide or anything else.

You imbeciles! What is wrong with you!

Me painting my novel covers on my car, because I'm an author and have a book signing coming up, is NOT a reason for you to run around shooting people with guns and pushing people in front of trains!

Grow the fuck up!

  The Scared Pink Jelly Fish on the hood, IS main character Quaraun, in his true form, because I write about shapeshifters and Quaraun is a female jellyfish, who transforms into a male Elf.

Again, these are NOT suicide demons, or any other kind of demons.

Also, they are characters from Fantasy novels. They are fictional. They are NOT real. 

You have a serious problem with not being able to tell the difference between fictional fantasy and real world reality. You should have that checked by a doctor, because it's not normal for people to run around saying cars are demons sending them secret brain messages from fictional novel characters. You've got some serious mental health issues if you believe that's what my car is doing to you.


And they are not watching you or sending you secret messages. If they ARE, than you might want to see a psychiatrist to get that checked out, because those voices in your head are YOU telling yourself those things. My car is NOT sending you secret messages through telepathic brain wave singles. There is something seriously wrong with you if you ACTUALLY believe that's what my car is doing.

Leave me alone.

Leave my family alone.

Leave my friends alone.

Put your fucking guns away and go get psychiatric help, because you fucking need it.

YOU are are a jackass, who likes to shoot people with guns. 

Stop trying to blame me and my car for you being a sociopath!

I've 4 book releases due in 2022 and 2023, and the car is being repainted with characters from the novels on it, for the upcoming book release, the FBI phone call request has been on my car since 2015 - but it used to be on a sheet of paper taped to the back side windows, but while painting my car, I took the paper off the windows and repainted what it said onto the hood and trunk of my car.

The words have not changed.

They are the same words that have been there on my car for 7 years.

The anniversary number changes each year, but otherwise it's exactly the same as it has been since 2015.

The only difference is the flyer on the window was just a sheet of paper and you had to get close to my car to read it, while the words on the trunk are nearly a foot tall and can be seen for many meters away. 

I repaint my car every few years. I've done it ever since I had this car. The paint fades over time, it has to be repainted every 4 or 5 years. And EVERY time, the first thing I do is paint words all over the car, usually verses from the Bible and Book of Mormon (I'm a 5th generation Mormon), so that the whole car is covered with something.

It takes about 2 years to paint the pictures as I am using a #6 round brush and a mici-fan brush - both are tiny brushes used for painting tabletop gaming minis. I paint the entire car with just those 2 brushes, that's why it takes so long to do the full mural that eventually covers every inch of the car. The words will eventually be covered by the mural. They always are. The words are there so that there are no large sections of the car left unpainted while the final mural is being painted.

This time is the first time the words were something OTHER than verses from the Bible and Book of Mormon. This time the words were from the FBI plea that has been taped to the window these past 7 years. 

The plea to call the FBI, is NOT new, it's been on my car since May 2015. You just can see it better now because it's now painted on the trunk instead of taped to the window.

I must question, WHY it is, YOU are in such a huge panic over the FBI call request on my car? 

ONLY the guilty party has any reason to be made upset by that. 

ONLY the murderer themselves would have reason to panic in terror at my asking witnesses to come forward about the murder of my family.

You are making yourself look VERY GUILTY with your words and actions.

WHY are you so very AFRAID of the FBI request on my car?

The innocent have nothing to be afraid of.

If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear.

What are you hiding that has made you so afraid?


The words on the hood and doors are already painted over.

I was going to paint over the large FBI plea, the mural covering the trunk, as well and put the flyers back up in the window, but considering what has just happened, I think I may leave the trunk as is and NOT paint a mural over it now.  

In Addition To The Article, There Are Now 300+ Video Interviews
Giving More Details Of Etiole,
The Haunted Car,
The Stephen King Film Crew,
The Feud Between The Atwater & Cyr Gypsy Clans,
The Arrival of The Ku Klux Klan in the Middle of All of It,
and The Too Gay For Old Orchard beach Court Case
That Resulted From
The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall's
Outlandish Move To
Ban All LGBTQ & None White People
From Living In Our Town

Only a small fraction of the article is on this page;
This page is the condensed 7,500 word abridged edition.
The full complete article is too long for one web page,
an index of all it's parts is here.
(Note the entire article is being manually moved from the old web site
and not all pages will be on here at EelKat.com until about August 2017)

(March 4, 2017)

If you are someone new to me, my site, or my experiences, then you are probably wondering what this page is. Of course if you are a long time follower, then you already know (And welcome back!) For those of you new to me, my site, and of course Etiole, a quick summary of what this page is about:

In 1978, a group of about 25 children ages 3 to 12, went looking for frogs in the swamps of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where they encountered a creature of debatable origins, whom is often thought of by most people who heard the childrens' story, as an alien. Most adults discredited the story as children with wild imaginations playing with an imaginary friend... until one after another these children began dying horrific deaths, several of which involved their bodies turning up headless. Today 40 years later, only 2 of these children are still alive. I am one of these two children. 

What you will find on this page is details of the original encounter, the hundreds of encounters to follow over the next 4 decades... and the response from the terror crazed adults of Old Orchard Beach, Maine who, believing they were fighting a demon that was eating their children, lashed out at what they claimed was a demon possessed car. (The real life Christine, a 1964 Dodge 330, that had been the inspiration for Stephen King's Christine book and movie, a car which I bought in 1983, and was the same car, that the little man we children had met in the swamp had started living in shortly after I bought it.)

What you are about to read is Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car - The 10th Anniversary of the Squidoo Lens Edition, including an update on the events to occur in the past 10 years since the original April 15, 2007 release of the Squidoo edition of the article.

{{{{Hugs}}} and a great big thank you to all my wonderful fans!

As of March 2017 EelKat.com is now getting 44,000 views per month!

We've come a long way from the 300 views a month I was getting 10 years ago when the Amphibious Aliens article was first published.

We are also now the #1 web site on Google for almost every search term containing the words "Old Orchard Beach", receiving more then 7,000 hits per month just on that one search term!

With 6,000+ pages and 44,000 views per month, we are now both the largest and most trafficked website headquartered out of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Yay!

These amazing results are all thanks to one article: Amphibious Aliens, which now ranks as my most read article ever, as well as the most visited page on my website. Thank you to all my wonderful readers for making this possible. Without all you wonderful people this website wouldn't even be possible.

{{{Hugs}}} for you all, and thank you once again for taking the time to stop by!

~EK

Amphibious Aliens
Etiole: The Creature of Debatable Origins 

You people asked for a 10th anniversary update. Well, here it is.

It has been 10 years since the publication of the Squidoo article known as Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole & The World's Most Haunted Car. (April 15, 2007) And 3 years since it was taken offline (August 2013). Today's date is March 4, 2017, and this new page and series of videos is being made in answer to fan requests for an update on the situation surrounding the events mentioned in the article.

Home Again!

May 15, 2010

Five days after being stolen, cut up, and sold to a car crusher, by the religion crazed, demon hunter residents of Old Orchard Beach, The World's Most Haunted Car is found and it's battered remains are brought back home.

Lives Destroyed
By Busy-Bodies, Superstitions, & Hate

It says a lot about the state of society, or rather the state of Old Orchard Beach's mentality (or lack there of?) when crimes that were obviously committed by a human (one of THEM) turn an entire town of Old Orchard Beach into a terror crazed war path of destruction against a half blind crippled woman (crippled, might I add, by THEM beating her up), her car, her cats, her home, all because they believe she's hiding a demon from them?

The request has been made for the Amphibious Aliens article to return back online, after 3 years offline, since the death of Squidoo, with fans of the article saying it is "the greatest alien abduction story" ever known.

The problem with this being, I actually do not believe I was abducted, never claimed I was abducted, and was clueless as to what the MUFON people were talking about when they showed up in my yard to interview me. So I do not use the term abductee. I had not heard of the term before people started contacting me, after my uncle wrote several articles online about things that had happened to me and several of my cousins back in the 1970s.

One of the most frustrating parts of this whole ordeal is how much rude, inconsiderate, and in some cases outright violent, mostly religion crazed,  hate filled people have disrupted my life over this one thing, which I never thought was a big deal, until total strangers, gossiping busy bodies, and house bombing, car vandalizing, cat murdering vandals took it upon themselves to cleanse the world of what they called "a demon", with them originally calling him a transvestite and progressing to calling me one.

Small town hysteria at it's worst. A tourists town that smiles ans acts sweet from May to September, then pulls out their shotguns and shoots everyone not white enough, not Christian enough, not straight enough, or in any way not a carbon copy of themselves. Take white power anti-Semite, religion crazed, gun toting fanatics, and have MUFON running manically around town asking where to find a Jewish Gypsy that has a transvestite alien living in her car...

Yeah... that's what happened.

How long did these so called "researchers" think they could run around a hive of neo-Nazis and Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, asking where a Jewish Gypsy lived, before the hood when on, the white crosses went up, and the terrorist attacks against all things Jewish and Gypsy started?

(No, I'm not Jewish, either. My people were Jewish about 5,000 years ago, and for some reason, that's enough for anti-semites and Christians to refer to me as Jewish, even though I'm actually Mormon)

Had the MUFON investigators had any actual professionalism, they would have ACTUALLY RESEARCHED the town they were traipsing around in, and found out what KIND of politics their were governing the area.

REAL RESEARCHERS would have DONE THEIR RESEARCH and found out

REAL RESEARCHERS would have done what REAL RESEARCHERS do and done their RESEARCH with minimal damage.

Did they do that?

No.

Lives were destroyed.

People have been murdered.

4 people have been beheaded.

500 pets kidnapped.

140 families terrorized...

...and because so-called MUFON investigators wanted to find an EBE at ANY cost and did not care the lives destroyed in the process.

We should rename this article "how to destroy lives."

Lives Destroyed In Old Orchard Beach:

How To Destroy Lives:
A Lesson Brought To You By The Hate Mongers Of Old Orchard Beach 


How To Destroy Lives, Using Old Orchard Beach Residents Methods Step #1:

Build a bomb. Take a grease fryer. Fill it with fly tapes. Break into the house of a Jew, a Gypsy, a Muslim, a black family, anyone LGBTQ, any one non-white or non Christian. Break into their home at 1AM. Put the grease fryer on the counter, make it look like something they already owned, so the firemen won't suspect it anything other then a kitchen fire. Turn it on high. And run like hell. Get out of that house before it blows sky high with the family inside asleep in their beds.

...a bomb blew up my house, 

...a different bomb blew up my doctor's office, also killing my doctor,

...lives destroyed the name of religion,

...lives destroyed the name of killing demons.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach. The "family friendly" town, a town that is only "family friendly" if you're white or Christian.

And that is how you have lives destroyed in the "family friendly" town of Old Orchard Beach by the "family friendly" residents of Old Orchard Beach, in the name of being "family friendly", and no one cares, why would they? We are ONLY non-white Jewish Gypsies after all. Let's move on the anti-Semite, gay hating, white power town of Old Orchard Beach's Step #2 of How To Destroy Lives...

Lives Destroyed By Bombs & Murder


How To Destroy Lives, Using Old Orchard Beach Residents Methods Step #2:

Gather up an axe, a chainsaw, a sledgehammer, and a tining fork... head to the nearest driveway of a Jew, a Gypsy, a Muslim, a black family, anyone LGBTQ, any one non-white or non Christian. Lash out at their car. Smash the glass. Bash the metal. Cut it in half...while screaming God told you to... God told you to kill the car, to kill the demon living inside the car.

...my 1964 Dodge 330 Limited Edition was cut in half,

...my 1974 AMC Gremlin was cut in half,

...my 1974 AMC Hornet was cut in half,

...my 1976 AMC Gremlin was cut in half,

...thousands of gallons of feces being put in my motorhome home,

...lives destroyed in the name of religion,

...lives destroyed in the name of killing demons.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach. The "family friendly" town, a town that is only "family friendly" if you're white or Christian.

And that is how you have lives destroyed in the "family friendly" town of Old Orchard Beach by the "family friendly" residents of Old Orchard Beach, in the name of being "family friendly", and no one cares, why would they? We are ONLY non-white Jewish Gypsies after all. Let's move on the anti-Semite, gay hating, white power town of Old Orchard Beach's Step #3 of How To Destroy Lives...

Lives Destroyed By Destruction and Violance


How To Destroy Lives, Using Old Orchard Beach Residents Methods Step #3:

Break into the house of a Jew, a Gypsy, a Muslim, a black family, anyone LGBTQ, any one non-white or non Christian. Break into their home kidnap their pets, leave an 8 foot tall white cross behind. Send heads of the pets home to their owners.

...my cats being kidnapped,

...the heads of my cats being nailed to my door,

...10 of my cats are still being held hostage,

...140 families in Old Orchard Beach have reported more then 500 pets, mostly cats, kidnapped in the past 3 years,

...lives destroyed in the name of religion,

...lives destroyed in the name of killing demons.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach. The "family friendly" town, a town that is only "family friendly" if you're white or Christian.

And that is how you have lives destroyed in the "family friendly" town of Old Orchard Beach by the "family friendly" residents of Old Orchard Beach, in the name of being "family friendly", and no one cares, why would they? We are ONLY non-white Jewish Gypsies after all.

Welcome to the anti-Semite, gay hating, cat murdering, house bombing, "family friendly" white power town of Old Orchard Beach, were the residents reek destruction and death with gleeful abandon, without guilt, without remorse, and without one single police officer with the balls to stand up to the hate mongers of this town.

Lives Destroyed By Extreme Levels of Horrific Animal Abuse


Lives Destroyed By Do-Gooders Doing "Gods Will"


Lives Destroyed By Busy-Bodies on the Look Out For "Evil" Non-Whites


Lives Destroyed By Superstition, Religion, & Hate


Welcome:
To The "Family Friendly"
Terrorist Town
of
Old Orchard Beach

Is THIS Really The Way
Life Should Be?


It says a lot about the state of society, or rather the state of Old Orchard Beach's mentality (or lack there of?) when crimes that were obviously committed by a human (one of THEM) turn an entire town of Old Orchard Beach into a terror crazed war path of destruction against a half blind crippled woman (crippled, might I add, by THEM beating her up), her car, her cats, her home, all because they believe she's hiding a demon from them?

Etiole has lived in peace, never bothering anyone, hidden away from the public eye. His life has been destroyed. You members of MUFON who did not think about the consequences of your actions, YOU have destroyed his life.

Were the lives destroyed by your selfish self centered rudeness worth it?

Think about it. Was it?

My cats were a happy family of cats. A mother and her sister, and their kittens. Cats 18 and 13 years old. Senior cats, I had for over a decade. They were kidnapped. Two of them have been returned in pieces. Their lives have been destroyed. You members of MUFON who did not think about the consequences of your actions, YOU have destroyed their lives.

Were the lives destroyed by your selfish self centered rudeness worth it?

Think about it. Was it?

You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves. You're as almost as bad as the terrorist residents of Old Orchard Beach who committed these crimes.

Religion Crazed "Demon Hunters" Kidnap EelKat's Cats
& Nail Their Heads To The Door





Religion Crazed "Demon Hunters" Kidnap EelKat's Cats

& Nail Their Heads To The Door

Etiole never hurt any body. He's quiet, gentle, and peaceful. He never leaves the forest.

My cats never hurt any one.

I never hurt any one.

And yet, the residents of Old Orchard Beach put a bomb in my house.

Our lives have been destroyed.

The residents of Old Orchard Beach cut my car in half.

Our lives have been destroyed. And has a single one of you EVER apologized for what you did?

The residents of Old Orchard Beach beat me up, left me paralyzed for 5 months, 18 months relearning to walk, and crippled on a cane for the rest of my life.

My life has been destroyed. And do YOU even care?

You YOU live in Old Orchard Beach?

Did YOU do anything to stand up to the Cyrs?

Did YOU do anything to help me?

Did YOU do anything to help Etiole?

Did YOU do anything to help my cats?

Did YOU do anything to help the 35 children who now dead?

Did YOU do anything to help the police officers, also now dead?

The residents of Old Orchard Beach filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep.

Our lives destroyed by hate.

The residents of Old Orchard Beach kidnapped my cats and are currently holding them hostage.

Our lives destroyed by the monsters who run around this town proclaiming to to be "family friendly".

If Old Orchard Beach was REALLY a family friendly town, it's be a safe place for EVERY family to live in. 

Not just white families.

Not just Christian families.

The residents of Old Orchard Beach cut my cats heads' off and nailed them to my door.

Why? Because the residents of Old Orchard Beach are insane, narrow minded, hate mongers, who see nothing wrong with terrorizing women, murdering cats, and doing it in the name of God and religion. They claim they are justified in their terrorist attacks and hate crimes, because they say, a demon lives in my yard.

Well tell me this, if you REALLY think he's a demon, do you REALLY want to get him mad? If you REALLY think he's dangerous, do you REALLY want to piss him off?

If you REALLY believed he was a demon.... why would you take the risk? Think about it.



Come see the KKK Cross standing in the shadow of the 30 foot hole in my yard, that is all that remains of my house after demon hunting religion crazed lunatics blew it up with a bomb

The worst part of all of this, is I never told any body about Etiole. The story was spread to the world by a toddler raping uncle who was taken to court on child rape charges, by 4 of his nieces, and he retaliated against ALL of his nieces by creating wild stories about them and posting them all over the internet along with the girls' names, photos, and home addresses. I was one of the 64 nieces he had done this to... and while each girl was targeted with a different attack, it was the amphibious aliens story that was the attack he lashed out at me with.

I wonder if he knew, what simpletons this town was, how very little intelligence existed in Old Orchard Beach, a town, where people think nothing of murdering cats, cutting up cars, a building bombs to try to kill an elderly woman, who they in their infinite Christian wisdom, believe MUST die, because the little homeless man living in her car MUST be a demon. 

Could he ever have imagined, the level of violence and terror the residents of Old Orchard Beach would turn to, as a result of his lies?

The problem with Richard Merlin Atwater's story was, I had never heard of amphibious aliens, alien abductions, MUFON, or any of the other things he would accuse me of.

The other problem was it was three brothers: David, Richard Merlin, and Mervin Bruce... all members of Heaven's Gate, all high priests who had daily visits with God one on one, all on drugs, all drug dealers, all involved in a child sex slave ring, all wanted by the FBI, and all started referring to Etiole as an amphibious alien during a court case shortly after their illegal hoards of military guns were confiscated from the barbed wire fenced in compound, where the dozens of 4 to 8 year old prostitutes were also confiscated.

They were also men whom I had not seen since the drug raid when I was 8 years old and they fled the state of Maine with drug enforcement state police officers on their tails.

In other words, the amphibious alien rumors were made up by a group of men who were trying to discredit anyone who might have been a witness to their crimes. Keeping in mind that the amphibious aliens story they made up about me, was one of only dozens of such wild tales they made up about EACH and EVERY one of their nieces and nephews and ANY ONE ELSE whom they thought might have been a witness to the shoot-out in Old Orchard Beach, in 1980.

The FBI's 3rd Most Wanted Organized Crime Family:

The Scottish Traveler Crime Family of America

aka The Scottish Mafia:

The Royal Highland Atwater Clan of Nova Scotia

aka 

The People Who Believe In Aliens and Started The Rumor That etiole Was An Alien

They Were Also Members of Heaven's Gate And Are The Ones Who Maintain The Current Heaven's Gate Compound In Palmyra, Maine.

They are currently hoarding mass piles of illegal military gun, waiting for the "trump of jubalee" to sound the arrival of Jesus ridding in on Comet Wormwood to take them to Planet Kolob on his space ship.

The issue is further complicated by the fact that 3 of David's adult children are founding members of a group that calls themselves "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" and have made a name for themselves in the Bangor region, by cutting off cat heads and dumping buckets of feces in people's beds. Though not recognized by the official Ku Klux Klan as an actual branch, and apparently a small gang-like group of only about 10 or 12 members,  the Loyalist White Knights mimic many of the actual KKK's activities, while pretending they are KKK.

It appears they are NOT KKK, as the KKK is an actual organized religious denomination, with basic rules and guidelines covering their beliefs and actions, and this local supposedly "KKK" group, seems to know nothing about the KKK's religion, do not wear actual KKK robes, and appear rather simply a local gang who likes wearing pillow cases and mimicking inaccurate stereotypes about the KKK.

They seem to be nothing more then a group of ill informed young adults who saw innacurate portrayals of Ku Klux Klan in movies and thought it'd be fun to do what they saw in movies, without actually finding out what the KKK believes or does in reality.



The Loyalist White Knights of The Ku Klux Klan

A group founded by the same people mentioned in the previous video.

If you hadn't noticed by now, they are religion crazed lunatics who believe only around 30,000 people are going to go to Heaven (which is the name of a city on Planet Kolob, according to them) and that those 30,000 are the pure white descendants of an ancient alien race. 

They also believe that it is their duty to kill all non-whites, because they claim that non-whites are not Humans but are in fact demonic reptiles from outer space, sent by Satan to deceive the ACTUAL non-alien humans. Thus why they are stock piling machine guns and automatic rifle.

What you are dealing with is a small group of criminals, wanted by the FBI for human trafficking, domestic terrorism, stockpiling illegal weapons, drug dealing, and UFO suicide cult affiliations.

In other words, the men who started the rumor were a group of brothers who are radical conspiracy theorists, known for starting UFO cult groups, spreading terror, and coming up with some of the most outlandish theories out there. One of the many cults they had affiliation with over the years was Heaven's Gate. This tells you up front the type of fear mongering, doomsday prophet mind set you are dealing with.

Knowing the history of the men who made up the amphibious alien story AND knowing their motives for doing so, changes the story quite a lot.

The Amphibious Aliens Squidoo Page:
Video Edition
The Original 2007 Article Uncut, and
Without Any of The 2017 Update Added
NOTE: This Video Is 2 Hours Long And Contains ALL The Original photos and illustrations that were seen on Squidoo

(If you remember there being more then this.... this is the page that had the url: www.squidoo.com/amphibiousaliens there were an addition dozen more pages with Amphibious Aliens in the title, but this is the actual original article which inspired the series of articles)



The REAL White Monkey Story:

The Battle of 4-5-8:

Maine's Largest Drug Raid

The Battle of 4-5-8 was a shoot out between the Atwaters and Halls vs the Dutrumbles and Cyrs. Aproximatly 70 adults took part in the shoot out. I was 8 years old and a boy standing beside me had his eye shot out of his head. I have PTSD as a result and a raging phobia of guns.  

A trio named Anne, Donald, and Bryan (a Dutrumble man and his Cyr wife and brother in law) started the shoot out. They were growing marhawana in Etiole's Swamp and operating a meth lab in the back room of the big yellow dome house at what is now 142 Portland Ave. (Was Old Orchard Beach Rural Rought 860 at the time).  During the shoot out Anne took 3 cans of gas out of her yellow hatchback car and poured it all over the dome house then set it in fire.

The shoot out was started when Anne's daughter was riding her bike and drove it across the street and was killed by an on coming car. We children witnessed as her brain was squeezed out of her head when the car wheel drove over it.

Anne claimed that a demon living in my car possessed the 10 year old girl to kill herself and pulled out a shot gun and started shooting at the Atwater children (the Atwaters who call themselves "The Royal Highland Atwater Clan" are known in New England at "The Scottish Mafia" and are known in Colorado and Wyoming as"The Scottish Traveller Crime Family of America"). The Atwaters were squatting on our farm at the time and had tents and RV full of their Heaven's Gate stock pile of guns. Soon as Anne started shooting at them, they all started hooting back.


The Horror of Having Autism & A Photographic Memory That Replays A Car Smashing a Brain Out Of Skull, over and over again...




Autism... Think you know what it is?
Chances are high you don't.
Did you know:

That REAL Autism (Kanner's Syndrom) is caused by extreme childhood trauma and only 1 in every 10,000 children ACTUAL have it? Did you know that if you are not the survior of child rape, human trafficking, or cult torture that you CAN NOT be diagnoses with Autism?

and

That Asperger's is NOT a TYPE of Autism, and That Autism Spectrum Disorder is also NOT a TYPE of Autism?

and

That 80% of people who claim to have Autism are self-diagnosed, can not name the actual symptoms of Autism, and in fact DO NOT have Autism at all?

I knew absolutely nothing about aliens and the concept of abductions was something I couldn't even begin to comprehend. Even today now that I have been introduced to these concepts, I do not believe in them and find the idea of aliens utterly illogical. 

I was 8 years old last time I had heard from these uncles, my memories of them were that they were monstrously violent bullies. I would not find out about their UFO, KKK, Heaven's Gate and cult connections until after they sent MUFON to my yard and after the FBI arrived looking for them.

And yet, in spite of my knowing nothing of aliens, UFOs, and other similar things, 30,000 people have arrived in my yard since 2007, all hailing me as an alien abductee. My identity plastered all over the internet by a mad man, my privacy ripped away by his fans, his fans being as delusional as he was, resulting in... 

...a bomb blowing up my house, 

...my car being cut in half,

...thousands of gallons of feces being put in my motorhome home,

...my cats being kidnapped,

...the heads of my cats being nailed to my door,

...all in the name of religion,

...all in the name of killing demons.

My life has been destroyed by Richard Merlin Atwater and his hoards of MUFON fans. His brothers David and Bruce keeping his legacy going.

...and no one cares, the damage they have done.

Etiole's life has been destroyed by Richard Merlin Atwater and his hoards of MUFON fans.

...and no one cares, the trauma they have caused for a peaceful creature who never hurt any of them and who now lives in absolute terror of the psychopathic town that has made multiple violent attempts to murder him.



Let's Play Count Von Count & Count The Missing Heads

Of the 30+ children who witnessed the 4-5-8- battle, only 2 non-Cyrs are  still alive. Most were beaten, shot, beheaded, or otherwise grusomely murdered before reaching the age of 30. Me and my cousins Mike and Murphey are the only 3 to reach 30. Murphey was murdered by a man in a 4-door white pick up truck July 2013, 2 weeks before the same white truck arrived in my yard, days before a backhow owned by the man who owns the white truck (who is also married to Anne Cyr's sister) drove a back hoe over my house. The same white truck would arrive at college November 14, 2013 to paralize and cripple me in attempted murder.

Heads Roll Down The Bloody Streets of Old Orchard Beach As A Deranged Man With a Backhoe Drives Over EelKat's House

The only children to reach adulthood unharassed and without ever being brutalized are Anne's remaining 3 children: Troy, Noel, and Michelle.

Because the Cyr Gypsy clan are  part of the FBI's 3rd most wanted crime family, they are considered EXTREMELY DANGEROUS... if you see ANY of them in Old Orchard Beach, FBI agent Andy Drewer wants you to call him immediately: (207) 774-9322

Several members of their gang of drug lords are wanted for murder.

The Feud Between The Atwater Clan And The Cyr Clan Sparks A Deranged Serial Murderer In Old Orchard Beach

More Then 30 Atwater/Allen/Murphy Clan Children In Old Orchard Beach Have Been Beheaded Now...

The 4-Door White Truck In The Photo Above Has Been Seen At Every Crime Scene

FBI Suspects The Truck Belongs To The Violent Cyr Clan

Only 2 of The White Monkey Children Who Witnessed
The Battle of 4-5-8 Shoot Out Are Still Alive

Meet The White Crosses Of Old Orchard Beach:


One of the biggest problems in all of this was the people who came AFTER the release of the 2007 Squidoo article.

Why?

Because they arrived saying that they had "READ THE SQUIDOO PAGE".

Let me repeat that...

They arrived saying that they had "READ THE SQUIDOO PAGE".

It's really important that you notice

they said: they had "READ THE SQUIDOO PAGE".

Why is that important?

Because when they arrived, they not only lied said that they had "READ THE SQUIDOO PAGE", but they also said things like:

  • I know what you are going through, I was abducted too
  • It's the greatest alien abduction story ever told
  • we're here to meet the E.B.E.
  • I'm so glad Etiole has you, aliens need friends too

Can you see the problem?

It was very clear that they NEVER ACTUALLY READ the Squidoo page.

How can I tell?

Because you are reading it right now. This is it.

Lines like this one here are added to the new edition to as part of the 2017 updated version.

Items updating events that happened after 2007 are new to the page.

Everything about the events prior to 2007 are the original article.

You are reading right now, the 2017 updated edition of the 2007 original Squidoo page "Amphibious Aliens."

If you've made it this far into the article, then you know by now:

  • Etiole is not an alien
  • I am not an alien abductee
  • The UFO stuff was hoaxed by drug dealers to get revenge on an old hermit and a group of children who found their field of drugs which was confiscated by police

These people had done one of three things:

  1. They read one of my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater's several hundred 2005 blog, forum, and social network posts
  2. They were members of one of the 200+ churches that Richard Merlin Atwater visited in 2005 to "warn the members" of the fact "there is a witch in the area and she's summoning demons" 
  3. They looked at my 2007 Squidoo page, read ONLY the title "Amphibious Aliens" and jumped to false conclusions based on the title alone without ever reading the actual article itself.

Churches Richard Merlin Atwater did this to, included:

  • The Saco Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • Arundel Christian Tabernacle
  • Saco Jehovah's Witnesses
  • The Sanford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • Clarks Lake Chapel
  • Saco Baptist Church
  • THAT CHURCH (in Biddeford, you know the one next door to WalMart were I'm not allowed to attend because my car is "too gay to be seen in our parking lot")
  • The Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • The Portland Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • The Cornish Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • The Windam Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • The Yarmouth Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
  • The Thompson Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

...do you see a trend?

If you ever followed my WordPress Blog you also saw the decade long daily updates as my family was violently brutalized and terrorized by those very same churches, the congregation members who arrived in our yard being lead to mod frenzies by:

  1. Joel Bailey, 
  2. Mary Bailey, 
  3. Bernard Elliot, 
  4. Mark Elliot, 
  5. Mary Chapman, 
  6. Ester Rhodes, 
  7. Kathy Smith, 
  8. Tim Smith, 
  9. Tom Bryant, 
  10. Jim Thomas, 
  11. Terry Farmer, 
  12. Dan Kennings, 
  13. and a "Sister" Corbett who often answered to the name "Kendra".  
  1. With us clueless as to who these people were, why they were in our yard, why they were smashing everything in sight, why they were setting fire to things, why they were thrown rocks at us and why they were chanting "Dog murderer, dog murderer, dog murderer..."

As it turns out these people were members of the Saco Ward Church AND... Jim Thomas was the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, Kathy Smith his secretary and the Old Orchard Beach Police Dispatcher, Terry Farmer and Joel Bailey also worked at the town hall, and it was Tim Smith who arrived in my driveway throughout 2010 to 2013 making endless threats of "you better sell the little yellow house or else" while his wife Kathy Smith made endless mockeries of "ain't you glad god sent the fire to cleanse you of sin? we prayed for that bomb you know."

Joel Bailey went to prison, Jim Thomas is on the run from the FBI, and the rest were kicked out of the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall for having been running a money laundering operation while holding "closed door meetings"

Interestingly, prior to 2013 there was no public release of the bomb, and the public was told a different story while the investigation was going on, so how did Kathy Smith know in 2010 that a bomb blew up our house?

No. This was NOT about aliens or alien abductions.

The Squidoo page was only titled "Amphibious Aliens" because that was the term Richard Merlin Atwater was using, and that was the phrase on the mouths of the MUFON people and crazed church congregations who invaded our farm starting in 2005.

The Squidoo page was made to DEBUNK the alien, ufo, and abduction rumors, and the fact that people arrived CLAIMING to have read it while also saying they were abductees "just like you" (me), was proof that they had NOT read the article and has simply made assumptions based off the title alone.

No one cares to do a background check and find out that these men were monstrous criminals, drug dealers, child rapists, human traffickers, and are nothing short of monsters. No. Not one of these UFO seeking MUFON people, did their RESEARCH into the men telling them the story of amphibious aliens...



Meet The 1974 AMC Gremlin That Drug Addicts Killed Thinking It Was a Demon...

The Five Cars Killed By Drug Addicted Demon Hunters of Old Orchard Beach

A conversation in my garden, between me and a MUFON ufologist who is in my yard looking for Etiole... my thoughts on the raving lunatics who believe in aliens and UFOs.

wait.... aren't MUFON members supposed to be scientists... you know... people who do RESEARCH and get the FACTS? Uhm... yeah, but then again, I did a Google search for MUFON and they say they only have 3,000 members, and they do all seem to be real scientists and I looked at their pictures and I don't think a single one of them were among the looney toons in my yard, so who in the heck were these people claiming to be from MUFON? 

I must say, after meeting the "Royal Highland Atwater Clan" with their endless conspiracy theories, their aliens, their UFOs, their Planet Kolob and Comet Wormwood, their white power hysterical ravings against all people not white, their brutal gay hatred, their alarming levels of animal abuse, their horrific treatment of the females in their clan, their child sex slave ring, their drug dealing, their belief that all people not white are actually demons wearing fake skins, and their over all lack of any level of moral decency, has resulted in, I can't look at anyone who says they believe in aliens or demons or UFOs and not be scared shittless out of my mind, terrified that they are just as dangerous and mentally deranged as my Scottish Traveller uncles are.

And so in 2005 when members of MUFON arrived in my yard, claiming to have been sent there by my uncles Mervin and Merlin, looking for amphibious aliens, talking of reptilian shape shifters, saying they believe Etiole to be a real live demon from the dark side of planet Kolob...I don't think they were who they said they were. I don't think they were ACTUALLY members of MUFON. They certainly were not scientists and they clearly lacked anything even close to an average IQ level. Many of them appeared to be nothing more then over hyper Aspies with low IQs around 75 or 80. Indeed most of them CLAIMED to be self diagnosed Aspies, and you know what that means. I think they were just crazies looking for aliens and introduced themselves as MUFON to try to make themselves sound official.

But what the heck happened? How did it reach this point? Where did this all start?


The White Monkey


Amphibious Aliens: How It All Began

The White Monkey

The whole thing started with a white monkey...

I was 4 at the time of the original event

The first event involved multiple children (mostly cousins, along with some neighbourhood kids- about 20 or 25 children in total, the youngest being aged 3 and the oldest being aged 12) in the forest, in a swamp (very old growth, dense forest, in very isolated location) looking for frogs and encountering a white monkey. We children had tried to catch it.

Unable to, we ran excitedly back to the farm to tell the adults (several dozen total, as it was a group of 12 siblings - 8 brothers and 4 sisters - my mom being one of the 4 sisters - and their at the time 60+ children (keeping in mind some of the uncles were polygamists, so multiple wives each with lots of children.)



We told the adults of the monkey.

The adults had various reactions, ranging from thinking it was an alien, a demon, a faerie, and other weird ideas. Grammy Helen, however, pointed out she had a friend, Helen Pearly, who had a pet white monkey and that it was probably hers. She went and asked and indeed her monkey had escaped.

We children spent most of the rest of the summer scouring the swamps in search of the monkey, trying to catch it for the little old lady it had escaped from. We saw it many times but were never able to catch it.

We came home from the swamps with stories of white monkeys, white owls, bright lights in a swamps (that the adults called will-o-the-wisps), and something the adults called our "imaginary friend".

We Dare Not Go A'hunting
For Fear of Little Men

One day in our search for the white monkey, we stumbled across a den full of bones. We rushed to tell the adults. The adults went to investigate. Terror stricken the adults made the claim that it was a wolverine den, one uncle (Mervin Bruce) called it a Chupacabra den...

Closer examination of the bones, revealed them to not be randomly placed, but rather sorted by size, shape, and type, carefully lined in neat rows of piles, with the skulls all separate.

The terror stricken adults forbid the children from entering the swamps again and began spreading the wild rumours of a cannibal hermit living in the swamps.

Whatever it was we found in the den, it followed us home. Each of us children reported a ghostly man appear in our bedrooms at night, sometimes peering in the door, sometimes standing at the foot of our beds, sometimes standing and gazing out the window. We all reported that he was what lived in the den of bones and that he had followed us out of the forest, because we had disturbed his territory.

Grammy Helen said it was Faeries. Said we had angered Faeries and told us what to do to appease them. In following her instructions, the little man stopped arriving in our houses and we children could sleep again....those of us who followed her instructions that is.

The incident became a memory of  a distant past... largely forgotten due to the fact that most of the children involved would die horrible deaths, including several beheadings, leaving almost no one left alive to tell the tale. All the children who did not leave gifts for the Faerie, whom Grammy Helen said was a Phooka or a FarDarrig, did not live to reach adulthood.

Need Directions?

Rather then ask the crazy gun-toting neighbours, and risk get shot by the psychotically deranged, white power gay haters that live up and down my street, patrolling obsessively by my driveway every 15 minutes in a 4 door white pick-up truck, just get directions from Google Maps. Here, you can find 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, ME right here:

Skip ahead 30 years...

Amphibious Aliens: MUFON

The Arrival of MUFON

Trespassers claiming to be members of MUFON suddenly show up in my yard. I had never heard of MUFON before. Had no clue who they were, how they knew who I was, how they had found my home address, or what in the hell they were talking about when they said they were here to catch an "EBE". (I had no clue what an EBE was.)

They also spoke of what they called "an amphibious alien", stating that Etiole was one and they were intent on trapping him an capturing him. 

They refused to believe that their intrusion was uninvited.

I became even more clueless, as the weeks went on and MORE people claiming to be from MUFON showed up with the same story, and even more as the weeks continued.

I was utterly baffled by these trespassers and it became frustrating and infuriating the amount of damage they were doing to my farm, crushing crops and destroying harvests as they tramped around the yard like rabid buffalo in heat, staring at beeping machines and babbling about radiation levels being off the charts.

They were of the opinion that they had permission to be there and were clueless as to why I was clueless of their arrival. They explained some nonsense about being given permission by a NASA astronaut who had given them my name and address and said I knew they were coming.



Utterly baffled, I went to the internet in search of answers, and found the NASA astronaut in question. I found his hundreds of forum posts, facebook posts, myspace posts, etc, and had a hell of a time tracking down all the site owners to send take down notices to stop him from posting my name, home address, photos of me and my email address all over every inch of every paranormal site on the internet (at the time - 2005).

As it turns out, the man in question was one of my uncles, and was NOT a NASA astronaut. He was a man with a brain tumor and a serious mental illness caused by the pressure the tumor was putting on his brain. He never worked for NASA and was full of wild delusions, so discovering that he was behind the posts on the internet was no real surprise as he had a history of doing similar things to other nieces and nephews of his.

When I confronted him on this and asked him to stop slandering me online, he began referencing back to when I was 8 years old and had refused to marry him, stating that because I had refused to be his wife, it was his god-given duty as a high priest of the lord to do everything he could for my high treason crime of having not married him.

The man was delusional. Yes, he had tried to force me to marry him when I was 8 years old and my parents had the sanity to drive him off when he stormed in and made those demands.

He raved on, claiming he had been knighted "Sir Richard Merlin The Magician, Astronaut to the Stars" and that he "Lord RMA", would have me for his wife or destroy me.

Richard Merlin Atwater was insane, a clinically proven fact that no one who knew him personally questioned, however, his fake NASA CosPlay costumes posted on his profile pictures online, was fast gaining him followers in UFO Conspiracy circles, and his delusional ravings, accusing me of being an alien abductee put me in a spotlight I neither asked for, nor wanted.




His vindictive gossiping rumors and lies caused a lot of problems for me, my family, my friends, my town... I don't think many folks online, fully realize, what exactly this man did, how long he did it, how far he went, or just how many people had their lives completely and utterly destroyed.

And it would still be happening, except on September 11, 2013 Lord Richard Merlin Atwater The Magician Astronaut finally had the decency to drop dead and leave us alone at last.

He never did stop. His madness only stopped, because he died.

But he didn't die soon enough... he left a trail of dead babies, dead children, dead cats, dead dogs, dead doctors, bombed houses, bombed doctors offices in his path.

People died.

A lot of people died.

Few people look beyond the little old hermit living in the swamps of Old Orchard beach, to see the truth. They are too busy looking for aliens that don't exist, to see the real monster, the man behind the rumor: Richard Merlin Atwater.

And for people who ask why? 

Why did he do it?

Why did he tell people Etiole was an alien?

Why did he tell people I was a witch and an alien abductee?


Why?

I'll tell you why.

I'll tell you the whole story. Right from beginning to end. It began in 1978, when we children discovered a hermit living in the swamp behind our farm. A French, Jewish, Holocaust survivor. A bi-sexual/gay man outcast from Jewish society. Prisoner of war. Subjected to horrific, disfiguring medical experiments by Nazis in World War 2. Arrived here in Old Orchard Beach, with a group of concentration camp refugees in 1957. But being gay and Jewish, he was disowned by his people. Being scarred and disfigured to point of barely looking Human, no one welcomed him into society. And so he fled to the swamps, and lives there still to this day. Terrified out of his mind, of the humanity has proved itself to be.

Etiole is not an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

Etiole is a very old man, with no friends and no family, and not one single person on this planet who cares if he lives or dies.

Etiole was taken from his family, by hate mongering Nazis when he was still a young boy.

Etiole was tortured so bad, that no longer looks Human.

While every one in our "family friendly" town of Old Orchard Beach, choose to hate him, bully him, and drive him into the forest... we small group of children, dared to disobey the religion crazed adults of Old Orchard Beach, and make friends with the "monster" that lived in the Ross Forest.

Drawing Conclusions Violently Against Strangers, With No Evidence To Back Up The Brutality Is Unrealistic? Since When? Old Orchard Beach Is A Town Built On Drawing Conclusions Violently Against People You Don't Know, Based Solely On Rumours and Hate.



Name One Person In Old Orchard Beach, Who Has NOT Been Violent Towards Etiole & the Children Who Became His Friends.

Of the 35+ Children Who Made Friends With Etiole That Summer...
Only 2 Are Still Alive In 2017...

All The Rest were Murdered, Beaten To Death By The Hate Monger Bullies of Old Orchard Beach....

A Town That Hides A Secret...

A Town That Hides A Dark, Dark, Secret...

Did You Ever Ask Yourself WHY There Are No News Reports About Old Orchard Beach? Not One.

In February 2003 a Bomb Blew Up First Care Health Clinic, The Doctor, and several people in the office died in the bomb. It wasn't In The News.

Old Orchard Beach Averages 5 Murders a Year.
We Who Live Here Know It, but No News Reporters Are Ever Told.

Old Orchard Beach Produces More Opium and Heroine Than Any Other Town In New England.

Old Orchard Beach Is The Drug Capital Of Maine.

Old Orchard Beach, Is A Town Ruled By Crime Lords.

Crime Lords Willing To Murder 35 Children....

Crime Lords Willing To Spread Rumors and Lies About Aliens and Demons, To Discredit The Children, Who Went Into The Swamp... And Found Way More Then a Little Old Man....


We Found Etiole, beaten, injured, dying...

... in a field of tall green plants, scattered between red nodding poppies.

The adults of Old Orchard Beach were not mad that we children found a little old man... they were mad, that we found a little old, they had tried to murder, because he had found a 3 acre field of marijuana and opium.

And so you see... what the ufo crazies from MUFON overlooked, was WHO was calling Etiole an alien, WHO was calling the children aliens abductees, and more importantly... WHY.

We found Etiole wounded, sick, and dying, because the adults had already found him in their field of drugs and beat him up, left him for dead, and we children found him and nursed him back to health instead. And we started telling EVERY ONE about the little white man, out their in the swamp, with all tose strange plants. Adults were in a panic, because they knew sooner or later, if we kept talking about the old man in the swamp, some one would go looking for him and find the drugs.

And someone did.

We found Etiole in 1978.

In 1983 the police arrived to break up a shoot out and we terrified children, grabbed hold of Adam and dragged him into the swamps to show Etiole to him. While we looked for the little old man, the police officer called for back up, because he knew immediately what he'd just walked into as soon as he saw those plants.

We were children 3 to 12 years old. We knew nothing about the plants or what they were or why police officers roped off the swamp and began digging up every last plant in the swamp.

The Cyr clan owned those plants and they were pissed, at us children, and most especially at Etiole.

The amphibious aliens rumors, was nothing but the Cyr clan getting revenge on Etiole for the drug raid of the swamp that summer.

Drug lords, who destroyed lives, murdered children, slaughtered pets, bombed houses, and are willing to stop at nothing, to destroy anyone who gets between them and their drugs.

And then you have Richard Merlin Atwater.

One of the many violent men who called himself one of the "Clan Patriarchs".

The Cyrs and the Atwaters have this strange competition going on between them... no one can do something without the other doing it "better"

It's childish at best. Criminal at worst.

The competition between the two clans is horrific and the men, care nothing about the women and children who are expendable and often killed, and tossed by the wayside. And with no record of their even ever having been born.... they disappear as though they never existed.

Dredge Canton Lake.

All these things, and no one batted an eye. 

Because this whole town is all Gypsies, all related to one clan or the other, no one goes to the police.

We children were seen as evil... because we went to the police.

We children were traitors... because we took the police out into the swamps, to try to help an injured old man... and the police found the drugs grown by the Cyr clan and sold to the tourists, in the motels they owned on the beach. For that we children were called witches, evil, children of Satan, demons, and deserved to be beaten, tortured, murdered.

No.... if you think this page is about aliens, then you don't know the story of the Amphibious Alien of Old Orchard Beach and The White Monkey Children who lost their lives protecting him from the Drug Lords.

If you think this page is about aliens and UFOs, then you only the story told by Richard Merlin Atwater.

The problem was the amphibious aliens story he was telling, was dramatically different from what had actually happened.

He was telling people that we children had been abducted by an amphibious alien, "Joseph Smith's White Salamander", he called it, saying that it had pretended to be a white monkey and a white owl and a will-o-the-whisp and that it was now living in my car, on my farm. A real live EBE, just sitting out there waiting to be caught.

You do know that white monkeys are real and really do exist, right? They really can escape from zoos. And, up here in the snowy north, we have things called snowy owls. They're big. They're white. And they are real live owls.

Not every blue eyed white thing is an alien. You know that, right?

It's called nature, biology, zoology. It's part of science. You know, that logical, reasonable, rational thing you do with your brain. That thing called thinking and looking at facts.

You do have a brain in your head? Don't you? The aliens didn't suck it out yet, did they?

Oh wait... considering how Richard Merlin died, maybe aliens really are out to get you and are sucking out your brains to do it. Who knew the aliens really did what his brain that bad?

The thing people overlooked was the lawsuit against Richard Merlin Atwater, a lawsuit brought against him by a group of women, whom had been raped by him, when they were 4 and 5 years old. And the fact that he called ALL of these women AND 60 others, alien abductees in his attempt to discredit them. 

One also has to consider too, that rape, was only one of the long list of child abuse charges being brought against this man.



Jump back to the 1970s and the group of children running through the forest looking for a white monkey. We also sighted a white owl. And we did see what we called will-o-the-wisps and also Faerie orbs. Many of the Faerie orbs we have caught on camera. I have several hundred photos of the floating white orbs that hover around the swamp and stay around the car in question. While the orbs remain a mystery, the monkey was a monkey and the owl was an owl. The will-o-the-wisps were likely swamp gas, as we were in a peat bog swamp.

But those things were all separate from the creature we had found in the den full of bones.










A Request For Alien Abduction & UFO Researchers

#1: Don't lie and say you are from MUFON unless you have the actual certification badges and membership papers to back up your claim. I've encounter 30,000 people claiming to be from MUFON and I can guarantee at least 27,000 of them were lying as MUFON only has 3,000 ACTUAL members.


#2: Try to tone down the yippie-skippies, piss-pants excitement, stop running around like a fangirling idiot, and act like a professional. It'll make me more willing to talk to you if you are acting like an actual researcher.


#3: try to get it through your head that a "No Trespassing" sign actually does mean no trespassing and it was put there for YOU. 


#4: Also "Keep Out" signs, really do mean KEEP OUT. And not just the other guy, but YOU. Yes. That sign REALLY IS there to keep YOU out.


#5: Consider the fact that if a person is being disturbed by so many trespassers that they put up 144 "No Trespassing" signs across the end of their 20 foot wide drive way - including one "No Trespassing" sign made out of a queen sized bed sheet, with letters 4 feet tall, you might want to consider the fact that maybe YOU are the reason they put those signs up and they want to be left alone.


#6: If you REALLY want to talk to someone who has 144 "No Trespassing signs in a 20 foot space of driveway, you might want to consider, acting like a professional and asking for an appointment, rather then climbing over the chain link fence that was very clearly put up to keep YOU, yes, YOU, out.


#7: No. Climbing over a chain link fence is NOT a professional way to seek an appointment.


#8: If the land owner tells you to leave - LEAVE.


Bonus Tip:

You call me an "alien abductee", right?

You know, because you're delusional and refuse to believe me when I say Etiole is not an alien and I was never abductted.

Alien abductees are considered by many to be lunatics.

So, when you call me an alien abductee, you are basically calling me a lunatic.

Here's a thought...

If an alien abductee accuses you of being a lunatic, you might want to stop and think about how utterly insane you have to be acting before someone who most people consider to themselves be insane, to then call YOU insane.

If YOU are acting crazier then a "crazy" person, to the extent that the "crazy" person calls YOU crazy, then YOU probably need psychiatric help and shouldn't be climbing over fences covered in "KEEP OUT" signs.













A Gypsy Feral Child Encounters Mainstream American Society For The First Time 


Stephen King Fans Are Psychotic-
 
Yes, These Signs Are In My Yard To Keep YOU Out.

I Didn't Invite Stephen King Here.

I Did Not Give His Film Crew Permission To Film Here.

They Trespassed & Invaded My Privacy Just Like YOU Do!


And I Most Certainly Did NOT Say It was All Right For You Creeps To Trespass On My Farm, Stomp Over My Crops, Leave Garbage Every where, or Break Pieces off of My Cars as Souvenirs!


What the hell is wrong with you people?

Do You have any idea how huge of an invasion of my privacy it is to have 10s of thousands of people rampaging through my yard every month!!!!


Psycho Dominant Gypsy Men
Stephen King's Thinner
Aspergers vs Autism
&
The Day The Movie Film Crew Was Here 


Hate Crimes Against Gypsies - Vandalism of Gypsy Farm that was The Thinner Movie filming Location
(Filmed August 2013, DAYS before the back hoe arrived and drove over my house.)


August 8, 2013

Before:

After:


Old Orchard Beach: Maine's Crazy Small Town That Inspires Most of Stephen King's Books


And here's the other house, the one the bomb blew up October 18, 2006:


Look What I Found - Both My Houses On Google Maps Together


Meet The Blown Up House and The Big White Cross of Old Orchard Beach


Religious Busy Body Bigots Destroy 5 Houses In 12 Years - Another Book, Another Rant


Vandalism Continues - May 10, 2017 - 7th Anniversary of Destruction of the World's Most Haunted Car


Crows Roosting on The White Knights of The Ku Klux Klan Cross In My Yard - July 16, 2017


Trespassing Vandals - Fake Wannbes vs The Real White Knights - Hate Crimes In Old Orchard Beach


Why We Thinner Gypsies Hate Stephen King Fans - Get Medical Help You Violent Trespassing Freaks




The White Owl

Owls, Frogs, Monkeys, Salamanders, & Amphibious Aliens

The fact remains that there were very simple facts being over looked.

Facts like maybe when a white monkey escaped from a zoo, it REALLY WAS a white monkey that had escaped from a zoo and never was an amphibious alien at all!

I mean, normal, sane, rational people had no trouble believing that the white monkey really WAS a white monkey. 

Every one who has ever lived in Old Orchard Beach, knew Helen Pearly and her several hundred animals, most of which were white albinos, thus why the zoo she owned was named "White Animal Farm".

And things like, up here in the cold North, white snowy owls are something you'd expect to see. And so when a white owl sat on the roof of the barn all day, no one with a brain that was being used had any trouble thinking the owl on the roof of the barn was anything other then an owl on the roof of the barn and never was an amphibious alien at all!

And I can I point out that the barn in question was a poultry barn with a few hundred chickens in it, and the barn was surrounded by a vast fenced in yard, and all the chickens were outside, and the owl spent the day hoping from post to post looking for a way to get under the net roof so he could get in the yard and eat the chickens.

And this is a frigging swamp. Will-o-the-wisps are a common every day occurrence in swamps. Look it up. It's caused by swamp gas.

Etiole: The Amphibious Alien Himself

Etiole De Azure Swanzen...
Amphibious Alien? Or Victim of Horrific Nazi Brutality?

Etiole is the name of a little man who lives in the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. A small elderly man who appears to be nothing more then a horrifically disfigured Holocaust survivor, living ironically in a town that saw a mass influx of French Jewish concentration camp survivors in the mid to late 1950s.

One has only to walk 3 minutes from my driveway to reach the Synagogue at the end of Walnut Street, a tiny side street off of Portland Ave, where I live.

Around the Synagogue you will find Old Orchard Beach's large and thriving Orthodox Jewish Community, with the streets lined with men with big beards, long locks, blue and white aprons, big beaver skin hats, and long black coats and women in many layers of long dresses, their hair carefully tucked away in elaborate head wraps and veils.

Most of them speak French and Hebrew.

Every single one of them is the child or grandchild of a Holocaust refugee who arrived in our town between 1953 and 1957.

Every Sabbath you can see the Rabbi with his giant scrolls.

I don't know why, but all the men walk on one side of the street and all the women walk on the other.

Try talking to any of them, and they drop their eyes to the ground and run away in terror.



Almost none of them speaks English and they keep to themselves, completely cut off from the rest of the  town of Old Orchard Beach's residents, refusing to even make eye contact, let alone speak to any one outside of their little French Jewish circle.

This group are not just victims of Hitler's insanity - they are survivors who were subjected to some of the worst atrocities of the entire Nazi regime... and they are here in Old Orchard Beach. A whole boat load of them arrived at once. The eldest ones scared and crippled from the tortures they had to survive.

Keep this VERY IMPORTANT FACT in mind as you read the rest of this page, and meet Etiole: Old Orchard Beach's hermit...

A man covered in scars. A man who's skin has turned white and has a completely hairless body from what appears to be massive radiation burns. 

A man who speaks in a muddle of French and Hebrew, has vast knowledge of ancient Jewish folklore, tells of having been tortured during a war, a man who paints a blue star on his forehead, and... claims to be an obscure Archangel from ancient non-religious Jewish texts.

A man who lives in the forest, just a 3 minute walk, from a refugee center for French Hebrews who survived the Holocaust...


My uncle, in his jumble of a mess posted every where, had mixed up multiple events and tried to pass them off as one thing. It's called, not using your brain, not looking at the facts, and jumping to false conclusions based on stupid superstitions, while completely ignoring science and simple, basic logic.

The white monkey had a simple and logical explanation.

The white owl had a simple and logical explanation.

The bright lights had an explanation.

The white monkey had no alien connections, nor did the white owl, or the lights in the swamp. Science, logic, intelligence, common sense, and level headedness proved all of these things to have nothing to do with aliens at all, much to the deep disappointment of "Lord RMA's" adoring fans.

Likewise the white owl and the will-o-the-wisps turned out to be proven nothing of paranormal repute.

In fact the only part of the events that could have been actually seen as paranormal, the den of bones, was oddly missing from my uncle's version of the story.

The one thing that really was connected to this so called amphibious alien, was the one thing he left out of his story. And when people found out about it, they were struck with terror, driven crazed with fear, and began to violently attack my yard while screaming "kill or be killed" and making wild claims that the various violent hate crimes were "exorcisms" and attempts to "kill a demon".

My Uncle also did not live here. He knew nothing of the  town of Old Orchard Beach's history and was clueless as to the little French Jewish community just down the road.

Richard Merlin Atwater was also a selfish, self-centered child rapist who cares nothing about any one and had a history of putting himself first at the expense of every one and every thing unfortunate enough to be between him and his often delusional goals.

The Uncles were here visiting, for what they called a family reunion, but a reunion that they never announced, and we knew nothing about, when they barged in uninvited, set up army tents all over our farm and then squatted there for months, refusing to leave and pulling guns on us if we tried to get them off our land.

The Cannibal of Old Orchard Beach?

Before we get into talking about Etiole aka The Amphibious Alien... first let's talk about WHY people are so terrified of him. 

For decades now there has been a local myth which says there lives in these woods a cannibal who kidnaps children and eats them. The rumor is old dating back to the 1600s. It resurfaces every few years. There has never been any evidence to support the rumor.

The rumor stems from the harsh region we live in. Peat bogs, swamps, and salt marshes are full of quick sand that sucks you up into bottomless pits and drown you before any one knows you are missing. During floods and hurricanes, human bones surface as the peat gets churned up by the storms.

It is believed that the cannibal rumor originally started as a way for parents to frighten children out of wandering into the swamps and being killed in the murky muck of the dangerous quick sand hidden at every turn.

However... when news of a hermit, living in the forest surfaced, the locals immediately jumped on the centuries old legend of cannibals and pointed the accusatory finger at a man who never did any of them any harm.

And then when people saw him, hairless, white, and disfigured - rumors of a baby eating demon, an amphibious aliens living in the swamps, set lose like wild fire...with no evidence to support any of their claims that he was either cannibal, demon, or alien.

Since the 1940s a rumor has been whispered around Old Orchard Beach of cannibals living in the Ross Forest. Rumors of cannibals had surfaced in the 1800s as well, but the rumors died out for a bit, returning full force in the 1940s, and surfaced again in 2015, resulting in a SWAT team launching an attack on my family on April 10, 2015, when they arrived in search on cannibals.





List of Damage Done By SWAT Team Who Attacked Without a Warrant on April 10, 2015


The Legendary Googins Cemetary: 1648
The Graves Of Old Orchard Beach's Founders

Over the centuries many have vanished never to be seen again, most vanishing after last being seen heading into the Ross Forest in search of The Googins Cemetery.

The Googins of Googins's Rock, the founders of Old Orchard Beach, are buried in the Ross Forest, under grave markers dated 1648.

They are also my great-great-great-great grand parents.

And the location of a few things:










What Lays Between Portland Ave
& Googins Cemetery

Dangers You WILL Encounter In The Ross Forest


A Wild Feral Hermit... Removed From Society At Least 50 Years...

1: Etiole & Etoile's Swamp, the location we first found him, the location he is seen most often, and the location of one of the dens that contains skulls. While he quickly abandons his temporary dens, he does snarl, lash out with his claws, and bare his fangs if you approach one of his primary dens. He DOES bite. Yes, he has bitten me before. He does act like a wild animal, something few people stop to consider. While normally gentle and usually quick to run away rather then fight, he is easily frightened and will defend himself if cornered. You should not consider him either tame or domesticated.


Quick Sand...

2: Etiole's Swamp is a beat bog full of quick sand - to get to the graves one has to cross the swamp and do so without getting trapped in quick sand. If you get stuck in the quick sand and no one is with you, the next time you will be seen is when a hurricane washed your bones up a few decades from now, if you are ever seen again at all.


A Sink Hole...

3: A sink hole lays just to the side of Etiole's swamp; the land owner, put branches acrossed it and raked leaves over it... it now is not visable and easily fallen into if you do not know it is there


Bear...

4: Right behind the graves is a "bear tree" and a bear den - a male black bear, marks these trees as his territory. There are at least 5 black bear in this forest. Likely more, as I've seen females with cubs.


A fur trapper...

5: The land owner (The Powder Horn Campground) of this section of the Ross Forest is a trapper; he traps bears; steal jaw foot hold bear traps are all over the Ross Forest; he uses steal jaw, leg hold bear traps - MASSIVE metal jaws, made to do one thing: cut the leg of a giant bear to cripple it. The land all around Etiole's swamp and Googins Cemetery is covered with these dangerously lethal bear traps


A fierce pack of snarling snap dogs...

6: Again, the land owner is a hunter, he also raises a pack of blue-tick coon hounds, has a dozen or more of them, roaming the forest UNLEASHED and trained as guard dogs - these dogs are trained to hunt bear, wolves, deer, coyotes, and moose - they run down and tear to shreds anything in their path; they've been known to run in a mass pack after tourists roaming this section of forest


A Python

7: A giant snake, about 8 to 10 feet long, and wide enough to gulp down not so small animals, if often sighted sunning himself in the swamp, on the rocks, draped in pine trees, laying across driveways, sleeping on top of cars, and making is way across front lawns.

He is a dark russet red colour with brilliant orange markings. He is very tropical looking and stands out when you see him. He looks very out of place in the pine forests of Maine. Like many of the other strange animals that are sighted in this forest, he escaped from a zoo and is not native to the area.

There have been dozens of sightings of this giant snake since the 1980s.

He was last sighted by my neighbour in 2014.


There are things far more dangerous then amphibious alien demons lurking in the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine

And finally, the almost most dangerous thing
you will encounter, is right in the cemetery itself...

The Adult Kits of A Pair Of Escaped Mountain Lions (Former Zoo Animals)

8: Just to the West of the graves is a small field and very large boulder, beside some mega giant 500 year old pine trees. Don't go near that section at night.

In the day time you SHOULD be okay.

MAYBE.

If you are a fast runner.

It's a big maybe.

If you do chance to find the Googins Cemetery - look at it fast, then turn around and start running, because you've also found the Ross Forest's most dangerous resident.

See the boulder? Good. Now get away from it as fast as you can. And don't be any where's near it at sunset.

In the day she's usually asleep. Don't wake her up.

At night - the strangled shrieks of a murdered women yelling down from the tree, is the only warning you'll get before a mountain lion swoops down onto the boulder then tears you apart.

There are at least 2 different mountain lions in this forest. Both not native, both escaped from a zoo.

This one who stays near the boulder is a female. A fact known because she once had kits with her. This means the other is male and there are now more then 2 of them out there.

Much of The Ross Forest is owned today, by The Powderhorn Campground and is bear trapping, dog hoarding, fur trapping, shoot out happy, gun collecting owner. But The Powderhorn Campground is a new addition to Old Orchard Beach.

In the 1970s, there was no PowerHorn Campground, instead there was a zoo named "The Animal Farm". 

In the mid-1970s the zoo shut down. The owner simply opened the cages and let the animals walk out into the forest.

This included 2 elephants, a mated pair of mountain lions, a giant 200 year old endangered alligator snapping turtle that could give 3 adult humans rides on her back at once, a coati, a few wild boar, a giant python, and a myriad of other strange animals that should not be here in Maine, but are.

The 2 elephants died the first winter - you can find their skeletons across the street from me at 139 Portland Avenue...if they have not yet rotted.

UPDATE MARCH 15, 2017:

The mountain lion made her way through my yard last night, making this the most recent sighting of her.

The two original mountain lions are presumed dead, however, in 2012 a mother with 2 kits was sighted in the parking lot of Beaver Creek Condominiums. This same trio was sighted by me, in my own drive again a few weeks later.

If you follow me on Twitter you know that in 2014, the Mountain Lion landed on the roof of my motorhome and ripped all 3 roof vents out, doing quite a bit of damage to the roof, resulting in those "strange looking" "wooden tables" that people always ask about, that are now attacked to the roof. They are cages, covering the vents, to allow me to open the vents, without letting the mountain lion inside.

The most recent time I have personally seen her was November 2015, when she once again came up into my yard, this time going after my dog, who ran to the motorhome. We made it inside seconds before she reached us, and were trapped inside as she circled the motorhome for 3 hours before leaving. 

Yes - 40 feet from the road, 70 feet from the neighbour's front door.








Old Orchard Beach's #1 Most Dangerous Predator:

The Coywolf

The Coywolf:

Large, tall, long deer-like legs, skinny, short hair on body, big fox-like tail, Dingo-like face

Often looks like a half-starved German Sheperd

The size of a Golden Retriever

When well fed, can weigh up to 70lbs

The Ross Forest's Pack of Viscous Coywolf - Maine's Infamous Coyote Wolf Hybrid Experiment:
Genetic Mutations Brought In For Government Experiment 

An oddly viscous pack of Coywolf roam Old Orchard Beach. Not just the forest, but also the town, and this pack that at last count was 24 dogs strong, can sometimes be seen trotting right down the middle of the busy main roads. This pack is NOT SCARED of people. They are used to being fed by the summer tourists who live in the PowederHorn. They WILL walk right up onto your front porch and grab a sandwich out of your hand.

It is important to note that MOST Coywolves DO NOT come out in the open in the daytime, like this pack does;

MOST Coywolves DO NOT approach people, like this pack does; 

MOST Coywolves DO NOT do not viciously attack cats, dogs, and children, like this pack does; 

This pack is unusual, in that they are "nearly domestic", meaning they have no fear of people AT ALL, do not run away when people approach, and DO attack people unprovoked. 

Why?

Because every summer 2 million tourists gather in our town. Most of which see these Coywolves, and having no clue they are wild animals, mistakenly assuming they've encountered a stray dog, try to be do-gooders and make attempts to "catch the poor starving dog" to return it to their owner.

Every year as many as 3,000 tourists report "I saw a half starved German Shepard and left food beside my RV for it."

This has been going on for close to 20 years now, and so, generations of Coywolf pups, have been raised in close contact with tourists, by wild moms who discovered they could snooze under an RV in the Powderhorn Campground, while her pups, yip around the humans grabbing food out of children's hands.

The tourists - utterly lueless that they were feeding Coywolvs and not lost dogs - in spite of the HUNDREDS of big signs reading: "Do not feed the coyotes" all over every camp ground... are here for a weekend or two, then go home, with no idea the horrific consequences their "good deed" left behind.

The pups, who grew up n the summer being fed by hundreds of tourists, grow up NOT being taught how to hunt rabbits and muskrats and squirrels, and instead know ONLY how to get food from people.

Pups born in spring. Fed by tourists in the summer, are left to starve when Maine's 7 month long harsh winter of endless blizzards come rolling in.

With no tourists to feed them, no knowledge of how to hunt to survive, these young Coywolves, arrive on front porches of resident homes... and eat cats, dogs, babies, and toddlers, often taking then right out of the hands of their parents/owners - and why wouldn't they? After all, ANYTHING in a human hand MUST be food, right? That IS what the summer tourists taught these Coywolves to do after all.

And then next summer, these Coywolves, not having been taught to hunt, do as their mums did: head to the PowderHorn Campground, to sleep under RVs while tourists stuff their young pups with food. Thus the cycle starts over.

The end result is this viscous, semi-tame in the summer, fiercely deadly in the winter, pack of Coywolves that now haunts our town.

Animal control has been after this particular pack for about 3 years, after they grabbed a baby off a front porch and tore it to shreds. They did this about 2 weeks after taking a small dog off it's front porch and killing it, a few days after snatching a cat out of it's owners arms and ripping it apart. Animal control did nothing but laugh at the pet owners, when DOZENS of attacks, animals taken off front porches and torn to shreds while the owners watched in horror. Had the police reacted to THESE attacks, a baby would not be dead now.

This pack is considered exceptionally dangerous, due to their "semi-tame" "domestic appearing" nature.

Please note that this particular pack is NOT NATIVE to Maine. Nor are they ACTUALLY coyotes.

Coyote:

Small, fox-like

The size of a Cocker Spaniel

Only weighs 20 to 30 lbs

Wolves that were native to Maine died out due to poaching. Because of this, the deer population went out of control. In order to help curb the parasitic overgrowth of deer, the government decided to create a Coyote-Wolf Hybrid. Packs of these genetically modified coyotes were placed throughout the state, without much testing to find out how they would effect the areas. Two such packs were placed in Old Orchard Beach.

On first appearances, these look like half-starved German Shepherd Dogs. These jumbo sized coyote mutations range in weight from 60 to 70 lbs, are bigger then Golden Retrievers, are bigger then most wolves, but have a a coyote's distinctive fox-like face and tail, with the same grey/brown grizzle colour of a coyote.

Because they were created in labs and raised in captivity, they have a semi-domestic nature to them: unlike typical wild life, they have no fear of humans at all, and will walk up to people, just as bold as any domestic dog would do; HOWEVER, they are FAR from tame, VERY viscous, and WILL attack you, your children, your pets, and as has now been seen: they will grab babies right out of mothers'  arms and tear them apart.

While the mountain lion is far more deadly, she is less likely to attack, preferring usually to run when she spots Humans. These coyotes do not run, and they hunt in a large pack - they WILL surround you, jump on you, and rip you to shreds.

They are responsible for MOST of the piles of bones you find in The Ross Forest, the Blueberry Plains, and the Cranberry Bogs of Old Orchard Beach.

Wolves:

Large, stocky, thick shaggy fur

Look like Husky Dogs

Several residents of Old Orchard Beach keep wolves as pets. Tourists often mistake them for Huskys.

Because their territory is so huge - covering many hundreds of acres, you are unlikely to encounter them; however, if you do encounter them... CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY, drop EVERYTHING you are carrying and run as fast as you can for the nearest road. If you can find a tree to climb - climb it. The police are ACTIVELY looking for this pack, due to their extreme viscous nature. If you see them, call 911 immediately to report their location.

CoyWolves do not typically display the level of viciousness being displayed by this particular pack. It is thought to be due to the 2 million tourists who arrive in our Forest every summer, and make a nasty habit of feeding these "seemingly tame" "wild dogs".

Because they do not look like either coyotes or wolves, most tourists, mistake them for stray dogs, and make active attempts to feed them. Many leaving food outside their RVs in attempt to draw the Coywolves out into the open.

The pack gets used to being fed by humans through out the summer, but then when the tourists leave and our long harsh winter blizzards hit, the pack becomes desperate for food and knowing Humans are easy access to food, are known to break through doors and windows to try to get into houses and snatch food. This has resulted in families throughout the area, waking up to find the pack sitting on their porches in the morning.

While not proven, because of the excessively extreme aggressive violence displayed by this particular pack, this particular pack of Coywolves is suspected of having rabies.








And Also In The Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach...

Other less common things you are unlikely to encounter, but are out there and so there is a chance of you running into them...

Bobcat

Lynx

Wolverine

Fisher, Martans, & Fisher Cats

Caribu (Reindeer)

Moose

Otter

An Osprey











When you head out into the Ross Forest - assume everything out there wants to kill you and eat you or suck you down under the ground and drown you or suffocate you, because that is the reality of this forest.

Nature is hostile, wild, and feral, and cannibals are the last thing you need to be worried about when you head into the Ross Forest. The Maine woods are wild and untamed. Don't be fooled into thinking just because we (the town of Old Orchard Beach) are a beach front tourist resort town, that our forests are tourist friendly.

They are not.

Far from it.

And one only has to watch the Moose walking down main street to the beach, to realize, how close to the forest, the beach really is.

Heck, the peaceful moose and caribou (reindeer) wandering around out there are big enough to kill you if they accidentally step on you while grazing on swamp grass.

Even a flock of turkey, normally peaceful and quick to run, will turn on you and try to beat you to death with their wings if you get between momma turkey and her flock of chicks.

Have you ever seen a flock of 30 angry turkeys chase a mail man down the driveway then stampede the mail truck down the road, just because he walked by their nest? I have. The poor mail man had to call the police to make it back to his truck. Do you know how BIG a full grown turkey is? Believe me, you don't want a flock of angry turkeys hunting you down. The entire flock will band together and fight to the death to protect just one chick.

Assume everything in the forest wants to kill you, trust no shadow, and don't get out of sight of the main road. It's the only real way for an outsider to survive these woods. Even we who live here don't tread out into the deepest parts of the woods.

When people around here tell you stories of cannibals, it's not cannibals roaming these forests: it's bear and coyotes and mountain lion.

When people say people go missing because of cannibals, that's silly foolishness, people go missing from quick sand, swamps, bogs, marshes, and sink holes.

People want to point the finger at superstitions and folklore when reality  and nature are the true dangers.

The rumors are only made worse when you have people like Richard Merlin Atwater's brother Mervin Bruce and David, running around bragging that they ARE cannibals and making the rumors worse.

There has never been any proof of the cannibal rumors being true. 


The Googins Grave

Ross Forest, Old Orchard Beach, Maine

To the West of Bachelder Brook, in Etiole's Swamp

If you want to find the Googins' graves, I can lead you safely through the swamp, avoiding the quick sand, by passing the sink hole, avoiding the bear trees, and not disturbing Etiole. They are quite easy to find when you know where to go. But, one wrong step and you are dead: drowned in the bog, crushed at the bottom of the sink hole, eaten by bear, or if you believe the rumors, eaten by Etiole. The bears, I can usually get past without them bothering me, but the mountain lion... just run and don't look back. She'll eat you before you know what hit you if you don't.

While there is no evidence to support it, one of the many rumors about Etiole, is the rumor which says he is the ghost of one of these early settlers, thus why he "haunts" this particular graveyard.



In spite of these known dangers of getting to the historic graves of the first white folks to set foot in our town, (the actual founders and settlers of the town of Old Orchard Beach) hundreds of people head out into the Ross Forest every year looking for the location. Most will tell you it is impossible to find.

Nope, you're just looking in the wrong place. I go out there every day in the summer, I've been tending my grandparents' graves for decades. I know exactly where they are and the safest and quickest deer paths to reach them.

But the fact remains the forest is huge - thousands of acres, and if you don't know where you are going, you'll be lost in a matter of minutes. The Ross Forest is big enough for you to get lost for days, possibly weeks, before you wander around enough to get back on to a main road.

I have found entire camps of people - homeless shanty camps, built up in the Ross Forest. It is quite possible they lived out there for several years and no one knew it. It would not be hard to do - one can live in the Ross Forest for years.

I know. 

I've done it myself.

I lived under a 8x6 tarp for 9 years and almost no one knew I was there, to the point that several locals assumed my land and my cars in my driveway to be "abandoned" as there was no house visible from the road.

The fact remained, there was no house at all, a bomb had blown it up in 2006 and I was living under a tarp.

Welcome To Maine
Now Go Home

Is This Really The Way Life Should Be?

The problem with most of the MUFON types who come up here looking for me or Etiole, is they fail to realize that they are entering Maine... a state known for it's wild mountain men, insane hermits, feuding shoot-outs, militia take overs of small towns, and KKK marches.

Thousands upon thousand of acres of vast old growth forest that has yet to be explored and still sits untouched by Human hands. Actually, this one actually is a GOOD thing.

I know, let's make a list of the things that make Maine GREAT!

Ten Things You'll Find In Maine:

#1: It's White Power Governor Paul LePage who is currently trying legalize slavery, stating that blacks are monkeys not humans and don't deserve to be anything other then the beasts of burdens they are AND who is trying to succeed the union and make Maine it's own sovereign nation, so that he can legalize slavery without having to deal with the federal government. (Is THAT REALLY the way life should be?)


#2: Illegal stills and moonshiners on every corner. Usually on front lawns in plain sight.


#3: Nation's largest producer of Opium and Heroine, with drug dealers in such prevalence that the police turn a blind eye to the bulk of the "small timers" to focus only on the most violent ones.

Side note: The town of Old Orchard Beach being the state of Maine's top producer of both.


#4: The Lobster Wars: Lobstermen shooting each other, while cutting lines, smashing traps, and stealing Maine's #1 commodity from each other's hauls.


#5: The largest group of active Neo-Nazi's in the country.


#6: The largest group of active Ku Klux Klan in the country.


#7: The largest homeless population in comparison to overall population of the state, of any state in the country.


#8: Minimum wage is $5.13 an hour. 4th Lowest in America. (Yes, there are 3 startes where minimum wage is UNDER $5 an hour). Residents have voted to increase minimum wage every election. Governor over tunes vote of the people every time. November 2016 election was record breaking in it was the first minimum wage increase vote to not be vetoed. In 2018 minimum wage will be raised to $9, if it doesn't get vetoed again first.


#9: Going down your driveway to get your mail, is decided based off if you think you can out run the bullets while feeders on either side of your driveway shoot at each other... providing of course your mail man was first able to get past the shooters himself to put your mail in your mail box.


#10: Has towns that have passed ordinances making it illegal to own property if you are LGBTQ. Old Orchard Beach being one of them from January 6, 2016 until it was thrown out of Superior Court October 18, 2016. (Notice that it was passed by a judge at Biddeford District Court. Biddeford being a town as equally gay hating as Old Orchard Beach is.)


Bonus Thing: When you go to Biddeford WalMart to shop for your trusty red flannel shirt, you can also buy your trusty automatic rifle from WalMart's massive selection of guns of all shapes and sizes, all of which are for sale over the counter without any need for background checks or permits. 

You'll also note while there a large portion of the shoppers carrying rifles on their backs while doing their daily grocery shopping.


Welcome to Maine.



Maine is the Wild West of the Cold North - yes even in 2017.

A state with 2 million residents, 300,000 of which are homeless living in tents and cardboard boxes in city parks, alongside train stations, and under bridges... and what counts as NOT homeless in Maine is seen as homeless outside of Maine, with close to 900,000 residents living in RVs parked in the forest.

Maine boasts towns like Biddeford, Lewiston, Damrascotia, and Auburn - all proudly vying for #1 spot as the town in America with the most incest, a record currently held by Biddeford, a town with 26,000 residents, 75% of them related to each other by siblings marrying siblings, fathers marrying daughters, mothers marrying sons, and uncles with harems of nieces.

Here in Old Orchard Beach you can find lobstermen armed with machine guns who do more shooting of fellow fishermen then they do catching actual seafood.

Welcome to Maine.

No, Maine is not even close to what the rest of America calls civilized. People in suburban areas like to pretend they are, but even they are rednecks chugging beer on their lawns while shooting at cars driving by. What passes for "suburban" around here is really just hicks in bigger houses with less land, all in a row.

Ah! But you were here to trespass on my land and look for Etiole weren't you?

Have you REALLY considered what it is you are doing and WHERE exactly it is you are planning to look for him?

You do know I don't own the land you are trespassing on right?







Additional Facts To Consider


#1: Contrary to what my uncle told you I only own a 1/4 acre patch of land, which is situated along side the only road access point to the East End of the Ross Forest. My driveway is the ONLY access point, between the road and that massive chain link fence, you'll have to climb over to reach where you want to be.


#2: I did not put up, nor do I own that chain link fence. It belongs to my abutting neighbour, a man with a massive stock pile of every type of gun you could possibly imagine.

I repeat: I DO NOT OWN that chain link fence or the land inside of it.


#3: The signs on the fence are also not mine; they belong to my neighbour. Pay careful attention to the ones reading:

"Trespassers will be shot; survivors shot again."

My neighbour is not joking. He WILL shoot you if he catches you out there looking for Etiole.


#4: The forest, the swamp, the sink hole, and all that land closed in by that giant chain link fence, belongs to a hunter who has covered the perimeter of his land with steal jaw bear traps - which he covers in leaves and you CAN NOT see them.


#5: I ONLY own the access point to the Ross Forest. I do NOT own the Forest itself nor the swamp within it.


#6: While I am friendly towards visitors (MUFON and otherwise)... the man who ACTUALLY OWNS the land you are trying to get to IS NOT.


#7: Yes, my land is ONLY 1/4 of an acre.

Common misconception is the fact that the two properties to either side of me, and the massive forest to the back of me are also mine. They are not. The driveway between the two giant pine trees, including the brook, and both trees, is the ONLY parcel of land I own. All the land to the back and both sides, belongs to my 3 abutting nieghbours.

MOST of the trespassers who come looking for me, are USUALLY on THEIR land, not mine.

You simply see all 4 of us land owners using each other's land, as we are all very friendly neighbours with one another. Each of us looking out for the other and each of us having permission to be on each other's land. 

Just because we 4 neighbours share each other's land, does not mean YOU have an open invitation to be any where on any of these 4 connecting properties.

I own the brook, the driveway beside it, the giant pine tree, the giant 30 foot rock behind the driveway, and the small swampy field behind the rock. And that's it.

Yes, that does mean that the house I lived in, the one a bomb blew up, was NOT owned by me. My neighbour simply let me live there with them. They did not have insurance on the house, thus why they could not afford to rebuild it, and I moved under a tarp on my own land.


#8: One of these 3 abutting nieghbours, is the Atwater Clan themselves. I don't really need to say anything else. That alone should be enough to send you running.

While David Henry and Richard Merlin are both now dead, Uncle David and Mervin Bruce are frequently encountered setting up massive tent villages and camping out on my neighbour's land.

In addition to owning the abutting property, their also own several other properties up and and down Portland Ave. You can't throw a rock without it landing on Atwater property around here. NOTE: that MOST of them are using aliases and fake IDs and are NOT using their Atwater name on their mailboxes. However just about every other house on this street is owned by one or another of them.


#9: Not previously mentioned, is the fact I have 4 abutting neighbours. The 4th one is the Cyr Clan who are feuding with the Atwater Clan, armed to the teeth with more guns then you knew existed and shoot DAILY at every thing and every one they see. They own the BULK of the forest, for many miles and on both sides of the road. They are millionaires with access to guns the military can't even afford. The feud between the Cyrs and the Atwaters has been going on since at least the 1950s and I think it started in the 1920s.

At any rate the feud started decades before I was born. I don't know the details o why they are fighting. I've purposely stayed out of it and tried being friends with both sides, though neither side is especially friendly to any one at all, the Atwaters tend to be far more civil and less savage then the Cyrs, though I wouldn't turn my back on either clan. They are both as a general rule lawless, have militant mentality, and see themselves as "sovereign".

There are ex-Marines and Vietnam Veterans in both clans, and both sides have extensive "unofficial" military training by the ex-military men of their groups.

I don't know what they are fighting about or why these two clan so viciously hate one another, I only know that one is my abutting neighbour on one side and the other is my abutting neighbour on the other side, with my land being right front and center in the cross fire of the guns from either side.

It is these two Traveller "Gypsy" clans that live on either side of me that is the reason for all the signs in my yard with read: "No guns", "No shooting", "Love one another", "Love thy neighbour" and "Peace Not War"

If you trespass on my land, you risk getting shot by either clan during their shoot outs with each other.

Thanks to a bigger police force in recent years their shoot outs are less frequent, with the Atwaters who actually own the land no longer owning any guns at all (those the ones who visit them do)and the bulk of the shooting now only being one way, with the Cyrs shooting at the Atwaters.

(And 42 police officers for a hick town of 3,000 residents, in a state where a BIG police force is one that has 3 officers instead of 2, tells you the state of the violence around here in the town of Old Orchard Beach.)







Ah, yes, but you are a trespasser, here to find Etiole. What need have you for respecting the privacy of others?

And then there is Etiole. He's lived out there for decades. No house. No electricity. Eating whatever he can find or catch or pick. We know he's been out there since at least 1978 and it appeared he'd been there for several decades at that point.

And when it was discovered he was out there, it was him, whom many people pointed the finger at, saying that HE was Old Orchard Beach's infamous "Cannibal of the Ross Forest."

But what caused them to say this?

The dens.

Dens full of bones.

You want to find Etiole, the first thing you need to look for is a den full of bones. And in that.... you are on your own.

While Etiole scavenges the forest for food and finds deer deer and moose to pick clean, I certainly don't want to run into whatever it is out there that is big enough to take down a moose.

Did I mention there is also a wolverine out there? No? Well, I've mentioned it now. It's the wolverine that hunts the deer and moose. Etiole finds the bones and drags them back to his dens. There's dens every where. But I'm not to in any big hurry to run into the wolverine.

Even I who have roamed these woods daily for 50 years, only know a small 30 acre section of the forest and would get lost if I branched out into the deeper sections of it.

I can guide tourists through the sections I know, but I'd never venture out into the deeper parts, and I'd never take any one near to one of the dens.

The Den of Bones...

2016: A NEW Den Discovered...

Unusual den found... full of SAWED UP bones...

bones boiled, cooked, and sawed into small pieces...

No wolverine did that...

A new den found in the Blueberry Plains

Hundreds of sawed up bones found in

Old Orhard Beach's Goosefare Brook Ravine

(Found June 13, 2016)

Throughout the Ross Forest, you can find small dens, some times in dug out caves in sides of hills, other times under the roots of uplifted trees, other times in crypts in old cemeteries, sometimes under bushes in dense groves of pine trees. No matter where you find them, these dens are always the same: a small patch of ground, rarely more the 8 feet across, where the grass has been packed down, piles of pine needles mounded up, branches laid out encircling the outer edge, and shreds of fur and piles of feathers building a bed at the center.

These dens are always in muddy areas, often at the edges of swamps, marshes, brooks, and bogs. Dozens of them can be found along Bachelder Brook, GooseFare Brook, and the Saco River. They are also scattered throughout the Blueberry Plains and the Cranberry Bog, both on the Ross Road in Old Orchard Beach. More can be found around Millikan Mill Pond and the Scarborough Marsh.

Hundreds of these dens are scattered throughout the forests and swamps of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Scarborough, and Biddeford, and the thing that terrifies people when they find one, is not the den itself, but rather, the bones. 

Lots of bones.

Scattered around every den, there are always dozens, some times hundreds of bones.

Almost never will you find a skull. When you do find a skull, you'll find dozens of them lined up in a row at the back of the den.

The dens are places where Etiole sleeps at night. The few dens which have skulls in them, are his primary dens, places where he spends the majority of his time - his home.

Are the bones ever human? Some time. Twice human bones have been found in the ravine. Both times in the 19970s, and both times proven to have been bodies dumped there by the drug lords who frequent Old Orchard Beach ever summer since the 1920s. Old Orchard Beach has been a drug haven for 8 decades now, fresh bodies are always washing up on the gully at the mouth of the ravine. It's not often the bodies stay down long enough to turn into bones.

The bones in the dens are nearly always small animals - squirrels, rabbits, partridge, crows, etc. The bones of frogs and fish rot quickly, so are never seen, but if you find a den with fresh kill, you often find the remains of half eaten frogs and fish tails as well.

Some times large bones are found: deer or moose. These are never things he killed himself, but rather remains hunters left behind.

What few times human bones have been found in his dens, they've been ancient, worn white and full of holes, and always in dens that are in cemeteries. Maine has many old graves that were dug too close to rivers and brooks, and these graves wash out during storms, sending bones out into the water. The rare times you find human bones in his dens, they are from ancient washed out graves - bones dating into the 1600s.

What was it about the den of bones had inspired this rampant house bombing, car vandalizing, cat murdering religion crazed fear?

The little man who lives in these dens.

Though he collects bones and uses them to decorate his dens, there is no indication that he has ever hurt anyone and nothing to indicate he is the cannibal, locals claim him to be. Along with the bones one also finds stones, especially white pebbles, feathers, driftwood, shells, glass jars (probably taken from trash cans), as well as empty lipstick cases, beads, ribbons, and Christmas ornaments (which he hangs in trees around his den). 

A little man who is horribly disfigured, covered in scars, and is so terrified of humans, that he lives deep in the forests and has no contact with any one.

A man who claims to have been beaten and tortured horrifically, and has the hundred of terribly disfiguring scars to prove it.

Etiole - Amphibious Aliens -  UFOs - Pease Air Force Base - MUFON - Conspiracy Theorists - July 14, 2017 Interview


Etiole:

Old Orchard Beach's Mysterious Hermit
aka The Amphibious Alien

The fear people have is unjustified and unfounded.

While on first appearances, he looks to be not human, researching the type of scars and disfigurations he has, can nearly all be explained from a combination of being tortured in a concentration camp and by being in close contact with serious radiation. One has only to Google images of children disfigured by the Cynobal Meltdown to see pictures of humans who look exactly like Etiole.

Etiole is a tiny, little man, about 4'8", with horribly scarred white skin, a crushed flattened nose, woolly white hair, over sized big blue eyes, strange tattoos on his arms, and looking half starved, a near skeleton from too many years without enough to eat.

We children called him a Faerie, sometimes calling him a Dryad, a FarDarrig, or a Leprechaun as well.

Because of our Scottish culture, and Gaelic Grammy Helen, we children had been taught of Faeries since we were in the crib, and knew if we met one to leave milk, cake, and red ribbons for it as gifts, so it'd leave us be and let us play in it's territory.

Those of us who believed this was a Faerie, it became a habit of ours to leave such things on a moss covered stump in the swamp and then wait for the little old man to creep out and take them. We did this for several years.

When his love of tapioca was discovered, pudding cups became a daily thing placed on the stump. One day with no red ribbons, we put red lipstick on the stump instead, something he now wears, and something I continue to leave for him, now 40 years later. We also left beads and glass Christmas ornaments for him as well.

While we children left these things, thinking we were obeying Faerie laws, looking back years later it was evident that Faerie laws had nothing to do with his creeping out to take these things, but rather, he was very clearly starving to death, in desperate need of food, and food is what we were leaving for him every day. In recent years, he no longer has the frail, skeletal, starved appearance he had when we first encountered him. He's plumped up and fleshed out and looks far less "alien" now that his bones are no longer visible through his skin.

Looking back, it is clear that when we found him, he was sick and likely dying from starvation and probably would have died that summer had we not started leaving food for him on that stump.

Normally he moves very fast, runs at the slightest sound, and is almost impossible to get a glimpse of. He scurries away like a frightened deer or a scared rabbit. That we ever saw him at all was a wonder. However, in comparing how he looks now, 40 years later, to how he looked in the 1970s when we first encountered him, it is very likely, that the reason we had encountered him in the first place was because he was injured, sick, and too weak to run away from us.

His sanity has been something I long questioned. Though harmless, he does tell wild tales of once having wings and of being an archangel imprisoned on Earth.

There is no reason to believe his story is true and yet at the same time there is no proof that it is not.

He does have horrific scars running down his back that do in fact look as though he once had wings that had been ripped from his back. Then again, these scars could just as easily have been made by a sadistic person whipping him with chains - something he also claims was done to him.

He has tattoos on his face and arms, tattoos that look like Hebrew letters and possibly numbers. Tattoos which he says were branded into his flesh by prison guards, tattoos which he claims are sacred spells used to bind him to Earth to prevent him from leaving it and going back home. Tattoos he claims were put on the Fallen Angels, by the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, as a way to bind their powers preventing Fallen Angels from using their full strength.

He claims to have once been known as Ertael the Archangel, but was stripped of his rank for the sin of marrying human women, and now goes by the name Etiole instead.

The tale Etiole himself tells is just as strange, if not stranger, then the amphibious alien story told by my uncles.



Ertael The Archangel

with his six blue feathered wings covered in eyes

aka Etiole the Amphibious Alien


The World's Most Haunted Car Becomes Demon Possessed?

Etiole Moves Into The 1964 Dodge 330

In the 1980s, most of the uncles packed up their families and moved West. After a while, it was just my parents, my 2 grammies, and me, still living on the farm. Then Grammy Helen died and Grammy Eva moved to Hawaii, and my parents started fighting (to reach the point of divorce in the 1990s).

(Keep in mind to, that no children in our clan were ever sent to public school, so I had no friends from school to spend time with either. Gypsies as a general rule avoid any affiliation with anything owned and operated by the government, especially schools, and the clan I grew up in was more extreme in that aspect then most clans.)

Etiole's long red coat


Basically what happened was, by the time I was 8 years old, I had no one to spend time with, so every day, I would gather up pudding cups, ribbon, poptarts, and Avon lipstick samples (my mom was an Avon Sales Representative) and head out deep into the swamp, place them on the stump and wait for Etiole to come out.

(Etiole being the word he said when I had asked his name.)

I think it was his addiction to lipstick more then anything else that kept him coming back in those early days.

While he accepted make up of any type or colour, it was brilliant, eye blinding shades of poppy red lipstick, that he started wearing and wears almost daily.

Red seemed to be his colour of choice for everything, not just lipstick.

When he wears clothes, (which isn't often as he is usually naked) he often wears a long orange dress, over which he wears a long red coat, that is way too big for him, the sleeves hanging far over his hands, and the hems dragging about two feet longer then he is tall. He uses the ribbons to tie up the sleeves at his wrists, creating billowing poufs. The red coat is gaudy and impractical and not always the same coat.

It appears he has several of a similar cut. In the winter he wears one made of wool and in the summer he wears one made of silk.

Interesting to note, that the car he picked to live in, out of the 28 cars that were parked in a row, was the one with orange metalflake paint and lipstick red vinyl interior.

I had a car, parked in the back of my yard, near the edge of the swamp. The back passenger side door had a broken lock, so it didn't lock and so even with the doors locked, you could get in and out of this car, via this door. One day I discovered that this little old Faerie man was sleeping in the car at night. He also started staying in it on rainy days and during the winter. Because he took to living in the car, I let him have it for his "house".

The car was already rumored to have been haunted before we bought it. And it didn't help the rumors none when Etiole started living in it and people started saying he was the car's demon manifested in the flesh.



Etiole has many deformities, some more obvious then others and again, at first appearances, most of them look alien and non-human, but in researching to find out if they were possibly natural I did find medical, scientific explanations for every one of them, including his strange teeth, his cawed fingers, his webbed hands, his gills, his fins, his white skin, his hairlessness, and his very unusual hemipenis.

In fact, I've not been able to find ANYTHING about him that science doesn't have an answer for.

While unusual to find all of these deformities in one single person, it is not impossible, and he has said he was subjected to science experiments by soldiers during a war, which could in fact explain how one person came to have the deformities he has.

The fact remains, as strange as he is - I really can not find anything about him that science doesn't have an answer for and continue to have no reason to believe him to be an alien or anything other then a horrible deformed human.

Much of what Etiole says, the tattoos on his arms, the type of torture he describes being done to him, combined with his apparent age, considering the location where he was found, all things combined indicates him to actually be a Holocaust survivor.

He very clearly has a deep knowledge of Jewish mythology and speaks of Angels by name - angels that are not in the Bible, Torah, or Koran and whom took me several years of digging through ancient Hebrew texts in order to find any reference to. Angels whom I did eventually find, but easily, indicating him to have once been a scholar of ancient Jewish/Hebrew folklore.

His claim to actually be an angel, can easily be explained by the trauma he has clearly suffered, mixing up his mental state and becoming confused with reality. Thinking himself an archangel possibly even being a coping mechanism to explain why he survived the horrors of the Holocaust while so many others around him did not.

In any case - this, like everything else, can be explained by science and draw the conclusion that he is nothing other then a human whose mind and body were warped by tortures no one should ever have to face.


Graves For Cat Heads
Visiting The Location The Car Was Stolen From:
Which Is Now A Grave For The Returned Heads of The Kidnapped Cats


The Real Monsters of Old Orchard Beach
Are Not Demons or Aliens,
But Baptist Men Who Wear White Hoods...
The Returned Heads of The Kidnapped Cats


140+ Families Terrorized...
500+ Pets Kidnapped...
200+ Pets Returned One Bodiless Head
Nailed To Their Owners' Door At a Time

Welcome To The "Family Friendly"
Town Of Old Orchard Beach; 
Only Family Friendly If You Are
A Straight White Baptist.


Small Towns Besieged By Evil?

- Etiole vs Demons vs Superstitious People With Serious Mental Health Problems That are Going Untreated-

Old Orchard Beach Is Not  Besieged By Evil Demons

The Only Thing Besieging Old Orchard Beach Is A Straight White Male Baptist, Hell Bent On Murdering Every Gay, Trans, None-White, and None Baptist Resident of Our Town.


Saco Police Department Announces They Caught The Cat Murderer On Saco Shaw's Security Cameras... A Silver 4-Door Truck Is Now Known To Be Working With The Driver of the 4 Door white Truck...

Saco Police Department Has Issued A Public warning To Be On The Look Out For Either of These Trucks...

Irronically.... I have the SAME Silver Truck On More Then a Dozen Of My Vlogs, Including To Have Recorded The Red Haired woman & Blond woman In a Mad Dash Escape From The FBI...

Clips of The White Truck, Silver Truck, Red Truck, Blue Sedan, and Yellow Mistibishi (all now identified by Biddeford police as belonging to a ring of Herione Dealers) can be seen on this video here:

If you have any information on the current location of any of the cars seen in the above video, call the Biddeford police department, Saco police department, Maine State Police Department, or the FBI.

Do not confront the red haired woman - she is considered to be the MOST DANGEROUS member of this gang.


A NaNoWriMo ML Is Now Wanted By The FBI For Attempted Murder.

The Most Psychopathically Deranged Member of The Cyr Clan, This Mysterious Kendra Silvermander Claims She Has To Kill Any Author In The State of Maine Who Publishes A Book Before She Does, Citing That Her Being A NaNoWriMo ML Gives Her The right To Kill any "Competing Author"

More Information of The Red Haired woman (Who called herself "Kendra Silvermander") and the Blond woman often seen With Her:
(Details Of The Day they Beat Me Up, Rupturing 3 Discs In My Spine, Leaving My Crippled For The Rest of My Life)


The Cyr Clan Arrives At My Dad's Apartment on Christmas Eve...

Can You Identify "Kendra Silvermander" by her voice?

Listen on this video as she screams out
"Transvestite freak" from the 2nd floor window of
23 High Street, Biddeford, Maine

While The Blond Woman
Fires A Rifle Into The St. Andre's Parking Lot,
On December 24, 2016

5 Shootings In Total, Are Caught On Camera And seen On This Video... the others all occurred at 146 Portland ave, Old Orchard Beach, with the shooters standing in my driveway...

...listen to the one recorded after dark...

You can hear the big green dump truck with the silver and black striped nose, in my driveway as the driver shoots out the window of the green dump truck that night.

In another of the cips, 4 shooters are shooting at once


Hate Crimes Against Gypsies - Life After Being Beaten Up & Paralyzed By Haters of Old Orchard Beach


Crazy Old Orchard Beach Gay Hater Ruptures 3 Discs In My Spine - Why You Don't See Me Walking My Dog Anymore


How I Became Crippled | The Baptist Radicals of Old Orchard Beach


The Crazy Witch Hunters of Old Orchard Beach 


FBI, Witness Protection, Biddeford Police vs Old Orchard Beach Police - Publishing Hiatus



The Silent Salamander

Etiole Speaks

In the early years he did not speak to me, which I think may have been a combination of him being too scared of humans to speak, along with English not being his native tongue making it difficult for him to either understand what I was saying to him, or answer me.

Communication with him his rarely spoken, verbal words, and relies heavily of translating high pitched bird-like chirps, cat like purring, and deep throaty lizard/frog like sounds, mixed with a lot of body language, not just hand signs and facial expressions, but full body movements that most humans wouldn't consider to be a part of communication at all.

He is most definitely "alien" in the sense that he does not act even remotely human, nor does he try to communicate in ways that could be considered human. His communication methods are comparable to those of animals. It must be understood that there are vast differences between his "alien" and our human society.

So many people send me emails or FaceBook messages or arrive in my yard and ask me questions about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING, asking me if I can take those questions to Etiole to get HIS answers on them.

What these people are falling to realize or even trying to understand is the fact that most of their questions are completely meaningless to Etiole. He is very much "a part" of nature and if he was ever once part of human society, he has been so far removed from it for so long now, that he's no different then any other wild animal you meet in the forest. He has more in common with squirrels, deer, and bobcats now, then he does with humans.

You must try to understand that we are not dealing with some wise old sage or all knowing spirit being or secretive super deity, as many people seem to want to think he is, but rather a very human man who is wild, feral, and closer to a cave man than a teacher. 

When people get close to him, and he has no way to escape, he flattens down on the ground, growling, snarling, hissing, baring his fangs, and lashing his claws, every bit like a rabid wolverine. You try to touch him and he will bite you and start trying to gouge your eyes out.

He eats birds and animals he catches in the forest. Eats them raw. Eats them while still alive.

His teeth are filed to razor sharp points. He can tear your flesh off your bones in seconds.

His nails have not been cut in at least 5 decades, and have been filed into "blades", which he uses like knives.

This is NOT a Pleasian sitting around on a throne waiting to empart advice on the masses.

This is man who has been removed from society for so long, that he is more animal then Human, and if you corner him and try to catch him, he's gonna tear you apart and eat you.

He is terrified of humans. If he sees any human approaching him he runs. If you corner him, he WILL attack you viciously and will slash you to ribbons with his ferocious claws and fangs.

Left to himself he is peaceful and harmless, but he will defend himself if you don't allow him to run away from you.

And something else you have to understand...

...there is a rumour around town...

based n some very harsh facts...

the fact is, since 1983 EVERY person whom has ever hurt me, has shown up dead almost EXACTLY 7 years from the date they hurt me.

People call it "the 7 year curse" and they say it's Etiole killing people.

There is no evidence to support his involvement in any of the deaths, but 37 people whom have hurt me, have died horrific deaths... dying in near identical methods to the attacks they themselves had used... and it is why people in this town are so extremely terrified of him.

Since the April 10, 2015 attack on my motorhome and cats, there are now people in this town, who have lists of the names of every town official, every motel owner, every businessmen, and every police officer involved in the attack... they are waiting for April 2022 to see, if Etiole will do to them, what they did to my cats, and cut their heads off returning them to their families.

It is why so many people in our town, family members of the police officers who did the attack, are so desperately trying to locate the remaining 10 cats and bring them home, in hopes that by doing so, Etiole won't show up at their homes April 2022.

Is Etiole killing people? I don't believe he is. But I do believe that the Cyr clan hates him so much for the drug raid of 1983, that they are willing to kill people and make it look like he did it.

The fact remains, Etiole keeps to himself and bothers no one, and the ONLY people in this town who have EVER hurt ANY ONE are ALWAYS the Cyr clan. 

His teeth and nails are files into points so he can hunt small animals for food, but evil, vindictive people like the Cyr clan use that against him to spread wild rumors both about him and about the children who protected him from them.

An elderly hermit, half starved, in ill health, barely able to get around, is NOT the monster of this town. The drug dealers who tried to kill him are. The drug dealers who are spreading lies and rumors about him and the children who rescued him from them, they are the real monsters of Old Orchard Beach.

So, no, while I don't believe Etiole has anything to do with it, yes, I do believe all 14 of the police officers who were here April 10, 2015, along with the 3 Public Works men, the town manager, and every other town official who's names are on the court papers, WILL die horrible deaths before the 7th anniversary of April 10, 2015, if the remaining cats are not returned.

There is no doubt in my mind those men signed their own death certificates the day they beat my cats's heads in and filled my motorhome with feces.

There also no doubt in my mind that Anne Cyr, her violent sister,  and her equally violent brother-in-law, will do it and just like they've done everything else, as usually, they will try to frame Etiole and the last 2 White Monkey children, whom they have not yet murdered. 

And he was there in my yard April 10, 215... and I have no reason to think any one but him put the feces in my motorhome.... because I've had 5 houses on my land in 12 years and he's torn down every one, and paid the police to turn a blind eye to it every time, just like he paid my Uncle Mervin to cut the copper pipes off all but one motel, to drive tourist to that one motel..

... you know he was there in my yard the day my car was cut in half too, right?

Do you know, that in the last 40 years... of EVERY death, murder, hate crime, and violent attack on my family... someone from Anne's family has been a witness to EACH and EVERY one of them...

And... of the 37 vandals and bullies and yes police officers, now dead from this so called "7 year curse" that has been set up to frame Etiole as a killer... NOT ONE PERSON in Anne's family has ever died, and someone from Anne's family ALWAYS was with the person who did die, less then 24 hours before their death.

...and in spite of the Cyr clan's claim that the dead people harassed me, it is the Cyr's themselves who done more harassment and vandalism then any one else. AND we only have THEIR word that any of the people who died ever harassed me. I don't know any of the dead me. Never heard their names before the Cyrs showed up to point fingers of blame. 

I have no reason to believe anyone other then the Cyrs are behind what happened to the cats and the motorhome and if ones bases of their past history, then the only reason they did it is so they can murder the 14 officers involved and then try to frame me. my car, and Etiole for it, same way they try to frame me, my car, and Etiole for those other 37 deaths.

The Cyr Gypsies are classified as the FBI's 3rd Most Wanted Crime Family... you don't become the FBIs most wanted for nothing you know.

They are monsters and sooner or later, they'll a mistake, one that puts them in prison where they belong, and ends their reign of terror in our town once and for all. The question is, will it happen, BEFORE they kill the 14 police officers who were here April 10, 2015 and frame me and Etiole once again, for crimes we did not do?

Think about it.

Me and Etiole are both hermits.

Etiole hasn't left the swamp since the 1950s.

Look at us. We both stick out like sore thumbs. He's scarred beyond looking human and runs around naked. He's half starved, looks like skeleton, is so weak from hunger most day he can't even stand up, let alone walk or run.

I'm blind in one eye, nearly deaf in both ears, walk incredibly slow from a lame leg. Before a bomb blew up my house, people in this town didn't know I existed.

You'd think if we were killing people, some one would have seen us by now.

Think about it.

Think long and hard about it.

WHO spread rumors about my car? The Cyrs.

WHO beat my horse's head in? The Cyrs.

Who was trespassing in my yard April 8, 2015, with a navy blue truck, giving orders to 2 men from Old Orchard Beach Public Works and pointing to my motorhome yelling at the men... men who very likely are the ones who filled my motorhome with thousands of gallons of feces 2 days later?

Anne's brother-in-law, the uncle of the little girl who was killed on her bike, in front of my house in 1980.

Who is pissed, because Etiole and a group of small children, lead the police to their field of drugs? The Cyrs.

Did you know that Adam, the Babe, and Bruce Savouy, the 3 police officers who found the drugs in the swamp and called for back up.... were all murdered, and in each case it made to look like a suicide?

The Cyrs are cop killers.

So, no, there is no doubt in my mind that the 14 officers in my yard April 10, 2015 will all be murdered and it made to look like suicides, and then Anne's family will do what they always do, and run around saying my car did it, say I'm a witch, say Etiole's a demon... just like they always do.

Drug dealers have no morals. It's why they live their life of crime. And those drug dealers a mad, because that was a multi-million dollar crop the police carried off my farm that day.

The Cyr clan lost a multi-million dollar drug crop the day of the 4-5-8 shoot out and they have tormented the White Monkey children who took the police looking for Etiole, ever since, to the point that ALL of those children are now dead, except for me and Mike, and Anne's 4 remaining children: Troy, Noel, and Michelle. 35 children died brutal murders. The police officers died brutal murders.

How many more people have to die before the people of this town say enough is a enough and stand up to the Cyr clan once and for all, rid our town of their drug infested plague?

The problem with Old Orchard Beach, is drug addicts never turn the drug dealers in. And this town as a serious drug problem....both with addicts, and with the crime lords who call themselves the damned "Royal Family". The Royal Highland Clan needs to be stopped, and if you have any information that'll put them in prison where they belong, contact the FBI Agent in charge of this case:

Please Call FBI Agent 
Andy Drewer 
@ (207) 774-9322  

And so, when you people come to me with "Can you ask Etiole his thoughts on...[insert topic varying from global warming to President Bush to crop circles to alien abductions to 911 to acid rain to UFO cover-ups]"... you need to realize, he has no clue what year it is, no idea of what country he's even in, let alone who the president is or even WHAT a president is. He has no access to TVs or radios or computers. He can't even begin to understand the concept of global warming or acid rain.

While is very intelligent an possesses a vast IQ with an ability to learn things very quickly... he also has very limited education and when it comes to speaking, reading, or writing English, he's practically illiterate.

He seems to have been well educated in his native tongue and possesses a vast knowledge of very ancient mythologies and folklores, especially Jewish and Hebrew ones and some Egyptian, Persian, and certain South American (Mayan, Aztec, etc.), but the scope of his education seems to have been limited almost exclusively to those things and trying to branch out to any other topic, leaves him baffled and clueless.

His knowledge of Angels - all angels, of all religions, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, etc. (including the bird people of the Native Americans, Egyptians, Aztecs, etc, which he says are also angels) is exceptionally vast, with him having a lot of detailed information of angels, archangels, and fallen angels, including ones so obscure that it took me years to find and references to them at all, when I went looking for information to back up the things he was saying about them.

The knowledge that he has of angels, archangels, fallen angels, bird people, etc, he claims he has, from being a part of their society, claiming to himself be a Grigori Archangel, stating himself to have been a Captain in Azazel's army, formerly known as Ertael. 

So when you ask me to ask him for sage advice and answers to questions about secret societies and government cover ups, you must try to understand that he possesses no knowledge of such things. But even the things he does know, it is difficult for him to speak of, because of the communication barrier caused by his native tongue being so vastly different from ours, that it makes it difficult for him to communicate with us at all.

The short of it is, he is very smart in some things, very dumb in most things, and regardless of topic, the communication gap prevents much of what he does know from being easily translated at all.

He almost never talks, most of his communicating is done through the purring and chirping and gurgling and chittering sounds he makes.

The tone and speed and volume of his chirps and purrs changes with his moods. I've been around him long enough I don't really need him to talk to know what he wants.

I guess most people would just hear random chirpy purring, but it's like an entire language. Every chirp and purr sounds different and after a while, you start to realize it's translatable.

He's got happy chirps and sad chirps and soothing chirps and angry chirps and frightened chirps and aggressive chirps and threatening chirps and little excited "come look what I found" chirps.

I'm not sure how he actually make the sounds he makes. He's not doing it with his mouth or tongue, I think he does it with his throat somehow.

He's also very touchy-feely. He touches everything and sniffs everything. And that seems to be a way he communicates as well.

He doesn't just touch you at random. Everything he does, when touching is all very ritualistic almost like a form of sign language.

Early on, he was always putting his hands on my face, and stroking my hair with his claws, while nuzzling his face against me and purring. Which back then, I didn't understand, but looking back, I think it might of been some kind of courtship ritual.

When he does talk though, it's almost always about sex or breeding. 

Every once in a while he'd say he was waiting for me to be ready to breed.

I'm not sure what he considers as being "ready" to be bred. Not age. He started "testing" me for "breeding" when I was 12. I was 14 when he decided I could be bred.

Testing me involved him randomly putting his fingers up my vagina and watching to see how I responded, in between sniffing between my legs and purring.

I was too young to really know what he was doing back then. 

I can look back now and think, yeah he was doing a lot of sexual stuff to me, that I just didn't see as odd or unusual, because it really wasn't any different then the stuff my uncles had done to be a few years earlier.

When I was young and trying to explain to adults what Etiole was, and they'd ask "What does he do?" I'd say "He acts like Uncle Dickie." (Dickie being the name Richard Merlin demanded children call him.)

It was not until 1991 that he made any real attempts to speak in English or try to communicate with me, and this was due largely to the murder that occurred August 21, 1991. A murder I witnessed and an event that sent me out into the swamps, to sit in the car, keys in hand, locked inside, refusing to come out.

I stayed there for weeks. When adults dragged me to the court trial, me being the primary witness, and lawyers interrogating me up one side and down the other, I shut down in court and began drawing on the floor. While I had rarely ever spoken to begin with, due to my having Autism and Selective Mutism, it was this event that shut me down contently and stopped me from talking at all, going completely mute and at times nearly catatonic, sitting for hours on end not moving at all.

Tajid had been my only friend and his murder shut me down completely.

This left only Etiole, as anything close to a friend, and he by all appearances was barely human and hardly able to function. He was mentally and emotionally crippled so bad that he had no ability to function in human society and had lived who knows how many decades as a hermit hiding deep in the forest, with no contact with any one for decades.

His only contact with Humans in at least 2 decades, had been me, and with me shut down after Tajid's murder, I was also no longer taking daily trips out into the swamps t leave food and baubles for him.

My disappearance from his life, brought him out of the forest, into the open for the first time, with him boldly venturing into the rose gardens during day light, and wandering about looking for me.

It was now that he made his first attempt to speak with me, in what was obvious him being deeply concerned and worried by my sudden change of habits.

Etiole suddenly was no longer a distant curiosity I waited in the swamps to get a glimpse of. He was now a friend, a companion, and fast on the path to becoming a lover.

I had tried communicating with him many times, in the years prior to this, but he did not appear to speak English and it was difficult to get close to him as he ran away if I made any fast movements or got too close.

He started talking to me and his speech is "difficult". At first I thought he was French, but living this close to Quebec, you encounter a lot of French people and while I could make out some French words in his speech, most of his language does not sound French. 

In recent years, I've come to think he might be Jewish and speaking in an old dialect of Hebrew.

English is very clearly not his first language and he speaks in a strange garbled grammar. His words are often reversed, articles removed, prepositions used wrong, horrifically bad broken English, that's very hard to translate. He does not always appear to be aware of how very wrong his English is either.

EelKat: Etiole's Friend

It wasn't until I was a teenager, and not until after Tajid's death, that Etiole started approaching me on his own. He would creep up close to me, then make strange purring noises, that sounded somewhat like a cross between a cat and a lizard (which I've since learned is some kind of "mating ritual" thing - not sure what else to call it).

His inability to communicate verbally was replaced by his soft gentle touch, the strange purring soothing sounds, and nuzzling against me.

Those who had read the original article back in 2007, often reached this point and suddenly cried rape. But that is not the case. For this was not a sudden "attack" as many translated it, but rather an event that repeated itself daily for months, without any sexual advances at all.










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Thoughts of Children That Never Were
(Amphibious Aliens Part 2)

The most controversial part of the amphibious aliens series was the second Squidoo lens. Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens.

It was the section that introduced the world to the fact that Etiole is extremely sexual, in an almost predatory way. Self proclaimed to be one of the few male who survived the war and was not made sterile by it, he also described being used by the orverlords as a breeder, something he both loved and hated. His reputation for having many wives and concubines before the war, lead the rulers after the war to force him into a breeding program that he wanted no part of. 

It was here that he described his people as divided into two factions:

One that was breeding humans for food, with no care for anything else.

A second that was breeding humans and taking the babies back to the future to repopulate life on earth after having destroyed it.

It was the first group he was a part of, but unwillingly, with them having enslaved sterile males and forcing them to breed with female humans to create a food supply.

It is these tyrants whom he fought against, and whom cut off his blue feathered wings, branded him with the tattoos he now wear, and tortured him resulting in the scars he now has.

He calls then "The One God", saying "The One God" is a gang of tyrants and not a single being, but rather a group whose one goal is to gather up as many humans as possible, to take back to the future and enslave in slaughterhouses as though they were sheep and cattle.

The MUFON people ask me to ask him questions, thinking they'll get some profound mystical advice from a Pleadian sage, and all they get back are snippy remarks and snide comments, laced with the words "Fuck you." He calls them "loofs" and refers to them as "Fucking loofs with Bibles for brains and their fucking brains stuffed up their fucking asses."

Ask him why he's here and he says: "To fuck women, ain't nothing else worth doing."

He hates being bothered, and his snippy remarks in answer to MUFON requests are very bitchy and said with a tone of being very pissed off at their rudeness for thinking of him as being godlike. 

And yet, take MUFON and spectators out of the picture and the snippy, snide, bitchiness goes away, revealing instead a calm, quiet, laid back, peaceful old man who really does have only one thing on his mind: fucking women.

He makes no secret of the fact that there really isn't anything else he'd rather do, and points out that it was precisely for that reason that he had had so many wives to begin with.

And while he gives an air of being superficial, he also often bemoans missing his children, constantly speaking of how he loved being a father and and regrets not being able to protect them against The One God when they attacked.

His crude talking seems more a stand offish cover up for the fact that he's far more emotional then he wants to let on. And for all his talk of women, there seems to be very little motive beyond talk.

Lazy is probably the best word to describe him. He refuses to do anything he doesn't have to and won't go out of his way to make an effort to do anything that requires him to actually get up and leave his den. Indeed he is rather content to do nothing but sit in the swamp all day long.

He can however be quite bold and very persistent once he gets a notion to do something in his head. And it was in this time period that he got it into his head I was his mate and nothing was going to sway that idea out of him.

Breeding VS Mating VS Sex

~This Section Of The Original Article Has Been Removed For Reasons Already Stated~

He seemed to be expecting me to react to what he was doing,and whatever he was expecting me to do, I wasn't doing it and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He won't rape me. He never has. And he's wanted to several times, he's admitted as much, he nearly has several times (again a confession on his part), but he always backs off.

At the time, there was a swing seat between the trees, and he set me down on that, then sat beside me, staring up at the stars. I think he was trying to process why I wasn't responding how he thought I should be.

I wasn't sexually excited, which is I think what he was trying to do. I'm demisexual, a type of asexual. It's very difficult to sexually arouse me. Nothing does. If anything was going to excite me, it would certainly be him, but my uncles were toddler raping monsters so I had become desensitized to sex by the time I was 8 years old.

I have to have a very strong emotional bond to someone before I feel any type of sexual arousal at all.

I think it's a side effect of  growing up early on with my perverted uncles. By the I was 8 years old, I was so used to be touched and groped that I just get no pleasure out of sexual contact at all.

I think he was starting to realize I was completely desensitized to sex and that at the same time I had no clue sex was how babies were made.

My impression of sex was quite simply that it was what the evil monsters who called themselves Humans did to children and therefor I wanted no part of it.

I think that was when Etiole started to realize how badly I had been damaged, emotionally by my uncles. I wasn't able to form a sexual attachment to anyone, not even someone I loved. My ability to become sexually aroused was completely turned off.

After a while, he started purring soft and quiet and gentle, while stroking my hair and nuzzling against my neck. He started kissing me and rubbing his hands all over me. He did that to me most of the night, several hours, til about 1AM.

My parents didn't think anything of my not coming inside after dark, I was terrified of beds and sleeping indoors and had a few tents pitched up around the yard, so no one came out looking for me.

It wasn't obvious to me at the time, (it is now) but he was trying to get me aroused. He started touching me everywhere, rubbing my arms, rubbing my legs, took my shoes off and rubbed my feet. He went on this overload of none stop touching me.

He did it for hours. And he lulled me into this euphoric state, and he finally did get me aroused by what he was doing and once he did, he stopped touching me and he started purring aggressively again.

Next thing I knew he had his hand inside my panties, and he was doing a harsh growling purr while he rubbed inside of me really hard with his hand.

That was the first time I ever remember feeling sexually excited. I didn't know what he was doing, but I didn't want him to stop either. 

Once he knew he had me close to orgasm, he started purring in a high pitched excited, happy, chirpy way, then got on top of me and started fucking me that made him very happy, he started purring again, and said I would be ready for breeding soon. Then he just went back into the swamps.


The next day, something really strange happened. My mom got very sick and blacked out and was taken to the hospital and was kept over night for observation (they said she was dehydrated and wanted her hydrated before sending her home.)

My dad stayed over night at the hospital with her, and left me home alone, for the first time. There was no siblings yet (I was an adult before they were born.)

No parents, no uncles, no cousins, no one. Just me...

...and Etiole.

...who showed up in the house. Something that was very out of character for him.


~This Section Of The Original Article Has Been Removed For Reasons Already Stated~



Thoughts of Children That Never Were
(Amphibious Aliens Part 2)

Attacked By Archangels
&
The House That Is No More

I was in the shower. I had just turned 15. It was an August heat wave and had been 5 months without my period and had a bulging belly that not only said I was pregnant, but was heavy bearing, proclaiming the likelihood of twins.

I do not do well in the heat, and the temperatures were raging past 100F that day, so I went off to take a cold shower, basically to just stand under the cold water and hope sunset came soon to take away the blistering noon day heat.

I don't have a clear memory of what happened.

I remember standing under the spray of water, when a blinding white light filled the room.

I woke up a few hours later, as it was nearing sunset. The floor, walls, shower stall, closet, and toilet were all covered in blood. It looked like someone had thrown buckets of blood all over the room.

All over the floor of the shower stall, was blackish red jelly-like clumps of tissue, mashed and smashed, to unidentifiable pulp.

And my belly - though still larger then normal, no longer looked so very pregnant.

My baby(babies?) was gone and there was no clear explanation for how or why.

One of this people who read the article said was the most disturbing part of this event, was my parents reaction: to punish me for "making a mess" by locking my in a tiny room full of rats and refusing to take me to the hospital, in spite of the fact that I was bleeding profusely.

The pain increased as the days went on, and a side effect that I have to this day, is a large swollen, tumor like lump about 8 inches across and 4 inches tall, that spreads across my belly and hurts so much, that I can not even wear pants or skirts (things I did used to wear, back then.) The slightest touch causes excruciating pain, and the band of a skirt or pant sends shock wave pain through my side causing me to pass out.

In spite of 7 pregnancies that did not go to full term, two of which in this identical blood bath... my parents completely refused to take me to a doctor.

I would be 31 years old, before I would finally be able to sneak out long enough to get to a doctor. A local doctor on Saco Avenue, confirmed the (at the time, most recent) miscarriage, and found the tumor like swelling in my belly alarming. He also found the fact that I was 31 years old and had never been allowed to go to a doctor, and was STILL at 31 not being allowed by my parents to set foot off the farm or have contact with humans on any level at all, to be what he called "child abuse on horrific extremes".

The outside of the house the bomb blew up


He said he was starting an investigation with the state Department of Human Services, into my parents, and the uncles that were refusing to allow me freedom - a woman in my 30s, should have had AT LEAST SOME type of human contact over the years he said. He was also horrified by the fact that I'd not been allowed to go to school, was being denied any form of medical treatment at all for a VERY long list of illnesses that all had simply cures had they been treated, and the fact that I lacked even the most basic in things like a bed to sleep in or proper necessities.

He died before he got a chance to contact DHS. And so no investigation was ever done.

The inside of the house the bomb blew up -

The floor of my "bedroom"

The ROOM my uncles did not want the world to see

In his going over things, he said I had an anomaly in my blood, which suggested that I had had small pox at some point... I had something when I was 13, that my parents said was "just chicken pox" (something I had already had at age 6)... like chicken pox, I was covered in boils; but unlike the chicken pox I had previously, the 2nd time was on the souls of my feet and palms of my hands, and the boils were all an inch across or more. I was bed ridden with "chicken pox" for 6 months, on a liquid diet the entire time, because the boils were almost inside my mouth and throat. I have had sinus and breathing difficult since then.

When testing my sinus and lung issues, the doctor said I tested positive for what he called "stackibotrin poisoning" stating that in order for me to have the level of respiratory problems I had, I had to have been exposed to stacibotine on a daily basic for several years. He said the damage to my respiratory system caused by prolonged exposure to stackibotrin is permanent and has no known cure.

When I showed him pictures f the room I was frequently kept locked in for days to a time, he said he could see stackibotine covering the walls and floor and ceiling, several inches thick in some cases. He pointed to a thick black fungus that was growing all along the walls of the room and said "That is stactibotrin, a very deadly toxic mold."

The inside of the house the bomb blew up -

The boarded up window in my "bedroom"

The ROOM my uncles did not want the world to see

According to the doctor, small levels of stacibotrine cause sinus damage, larger levels cause lung damage, and prolong high level exposure causes miscarriage, birth defects, and infertility. In extreme cases, people die from over exposure.

He said however, more disturbing then the mold in the room, was the room itself, and it's very clearly boarded up windows, the rows of padlocks up and down the outside of the door, and the fact that the gaping hole in the ceiling let in both rain and snow, while the bare dirt and ledge floor was covered in cinder blocks and boards full of nails.

He asked why I had never told any one about this horrific room before and I told him that I have: 16 different Mormon bishops of the Saco Ward & Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, as well as 3 Old Orchard Beach Town Managers had ALL been told of this room, by me, on various times when I escaped briefly and ran to them begging for help. Not one of them would come to the house to see the room. Not one of them believed that my Uncles - all High Priests in the church, were the child raping monsters I had described.

I have Autism. And I was 31 years old before social services stepped in... it was the first time I learned that I was a Human, and not a Demon, like my mom and her older brothers taught me I was.

I had never been allowed to go to school, and the only people I ever saw were churchmen they brought in to do exorcisms.

The FBI was investigating one of my uncles for other things, when they found out there was "a girl who is never allowed outside, living in that house".

I was mute from the time I was 8 until the age of 34. I had never been to a doctor and did not have vaccinations or stuff. I was not allowed to eat with the adults or my cousins, and kept locked in a room that had boarded up windows, the floor was ledge and dirt, and the was was rotted and fungus because of the 1" wide spaces between the ceiling boards letting in the rain all the time.

I was 31 first time I ever met people outside of the clan. The last 20 years have been lots of training with various psychologists who specialize in autism and extreme child abuse, teaching me how to do basic things like cross streets and brushing my teeth - things I had never heard of before they taught me about them.

The social worker on the case said it was the most horrific case of child abuse she had ever encountered.

I'm in my 50s now and they are currently trying to teach me how to be able to live on my own without "adult supervision".

I was diagnosed with Kanners Syndrome (aka ACTUAL Autism, which is in no way related to Aspergers) when I was 31 years old. Prior to that point, I was always told I was a demon and had never known otherwise. My uncles are wanted by the FBI now because of this.

When photos of the room went public - the entire town of Old Orchard Beach fell back in horror at the levels of child abuse that had gone on, right under their noses.

The inside of the house the bomb blew up -

One of the many locks on the door.

The ROOM my uncles did not want the world to see

Though it wasn't until I was 31, that the outside world discovered what was going on inside that house. I was only 6 years old when I decided that adults are evil

I was 8 years old when I announced "I'm never gonna be an adult"

people thought I meant, like I didn't want to grow up and wanted to always be a kid; no, not at all. I thought of the word adult as being a type of job, like teacher or doctor.

I was constantly being beaten up by my uncles and they would always say "because I'm an adult that's why" after every single punishment.

There was one time, I was about 6, I wanted something to eat, but I wasn't allowed to eat that week, because god had "told" my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater I had a demon living in me, and it's been 5 days already since I had last eaten anything. I snuck one of the pans out of the sink to scrape off the burnt food and my uncle Brucie took my arm, held it on the table and stabbed a fork into my arm as hard as he could. It was bleeding for hours and should have ad stitches, I'm in my 50s now and I still have the scars from in.

He said: "I'm an adult and your not allowed to eat. You have a demon living in you and you cast it out, you are not eating."

It was at that point that I decided adults were evil and never wanted to be one.

The Saco Avenue Health Care Clinic doctor of Old Orchard Beach, scheduled me for tests, stating that I appeared to have what he called "an infected cyst" in my "left ovary" in "immediate need of surgery".

I was scheduled to go back for more tests in 7 days.

7 days later I arrived at the office, or rather the place where it had been the week before, to find police cars all around, the parking lot roped off by crime scene tape, and a giant hole in the ground, where there used to be a doctor's office.

The doctor was dead. So were several others whom had been inside. They think. They weren't sure. There was not enough left to tell. Beside the empty lot had sat a 40 foot boat in the neighbour's driveway. The boat was melted, a giant blacken piles of bubbling white goo.

The tar of the parking lot was boiling like magma and flowing red hot and glowing around the massive hole in the ground

The inside of the house the bomb blew up -

Another of the more the 10 locks on the door.

The ROOM my uncles did not want the world to see

When I asked the police what had happened, they told me the building had been struck by lightening. Because of the chemical lab inside, the whole building turned into a massive series of explosions. They presumed every one in the building to be dead, considering there was no building left to even examine, due to the fire having been so hot, every thing had been turned to ash.

According to Etiole, Archangels destroyed the building with the same brimstone and fire from heaven, that had leveled Sodom and Gomorrah. He said they refuse to allow humans to find any evidence of their existence.

While Etiole says angels did it, police said is could have been a bomb... if so, it would be the first of 2 bombs, because shortly after the doctor's office blew up, so too did my house, with the bomb having been placed, at the door of that horrible room in what was a blatant attempt to hide the evidance of what went on in there.

Who killed my doctor, days after he started investigating that room?

Who bombed my doctor's office 

and then bombed the room...?

Who didn't want the world to know what was inside the house that is no more?

Etiole says Angels... I say my uncles, especially given their history of violence, including bombs, and the fact, no one had more to hide then the men who used that room to lock children away from the world.

My uncle Richard Merlin Atwater's story of Amphibious Aliens flooded the internet in multiple THOUSANDS of posts, posted EVERY WHERE, immediately following the bomb that blew up my doctor's office ending the investigation of that terrible room, and just before the second bomb that blew up the room itself.

That same year, Mervin Bruce suddenly and inexplicable arrived from Utah... with... Uncle Johnny... a man wanted for murder, a professional hit man for hire... and one of only 2 times in my entire life that I ever saw this infamous most wanted member of the Scottish Traveller Clan, He was here when both bombs went off, and vanished quickly back to Oregon. 

Interestingly that same summer Uncle Joey arrived - no longer hiding in Australia, here for only a few weeks, then fleeing back to Australia once again with the FBI on his tail.

The two most dangerous criminals of the clan, were BOTH here in Old Orchard Beach, Maine when both bombs went off.

David arrived as well that summer, and so to did retired 1920s gun running gangster, Grandpa David Henry Atwater himself.

They were ALL here that summer. Even the Halls and the Cyrs. They came without reason or warning and left like they came with no one knowing why.

And as happens every time they arrive, they left a bloody trial of death and destruction in their wake... this time leaving behind a dead doctor, a bombed doctor's office, and the destruction of the house which held evidence that could put any one of them in prison.

Who alerted them to the doctor's investigation of that room? I don't know. But when they found out I had committed the vile, evil sin of going to a doctor, the whole kit and kaboodle of them arrived in our yard with a raging frenzy full of death threats and terror, demanding I never go back to the doctor. Is it a coincidence that the doctor's office blew up just a few minutes from my scheduled appointment? Had I not been a few minutes late - I'd have died with my doctor that day.

I have always known my uncles were insane, but that's the day I suddenly realized, just how dangerous they really were and what lengths they were willing to go to, to not let any one find out what they had done, the summer of the white monkey, the battle of 4-5-8.

I learned something very important that summer: never turn your back on a Hall or a Cyr... David's in-laws are worse they he is. They are the most viscous, most violent, most deadly, most lawless, most outwardly sweet and innocent looking, least likely to be suspected members of the entire clan.... the majority of them being young females who worship David like he was a god, and like a kamikazes of WW2 are willing to die for him, insane enough to strap on bombs and kill to protect him. David's wife is a Hall, her family the Cyrs and see herself the crier that incites them ever onward.


Long ago, before the bombs, I once went to Bangor, looking for Stephen King's house. I stopped at the Hannaford to ask for directions. It's 75 miles North of me. The woman at the cash register said to me:

"You look like an Atwater. Are you an Atwater?"

I said: "David's my uncle, I think he lives near by."

The whole store went dead. Every worker, every customer. Silent as the grave. A few mothers grabbed their children and ran.

I asked the woman what was going on.

She said: "You have to leave. We don't want trouble. Just leave. Please."

At the time I did not understand it... but that was the same day I would see for myself, for the first time The Heaven's Gate Compound... if you can find Stephen King's house, you can find my Uncle David. As I would soon learn, he lives in the forest just around the corner from that little store I had just been in.

The first thing I saw when I got in the yard:

A dead black dog across the driveway.

The next thing I saw:

A fence, with black chickens nailed to the boards - 2 at each post, in the shape of X's.

Inside the fence, I say wooden stakes, each with a black cat's head on top... dozens more dead cats in piles on the front porch of the "house".

Huge oil barrels - full of raw sewage, feces, being pumped into smaller buckets.

Between the piles of dead animals and the many thousands of gallons of feces, the smell was horrific.

Little girls with rifles, women loading piles of guns.

At the center of it all, David, Book of Mormon in hand, raving and ranting something about temples.

I asked cousin Cindy, same age as me, what was going on. She said: "We are going to war. The gentiles need to be punished."

I don't know who they were fighting with or why, I just ran out o that place and never looked back.

My uncle David is insane and his followers as crazy as he is.


Etiole had an answer for the pregnancies that ended with blinding white light and me walking up in a blood bath as well. He said the white light I saw was Gabriel. He said Michael has more compassion and takes the babies alive, but Gabriel is sadistic and kills them  outright while still in the womb.

He says most of the Archangels are too old, they've lived too long and have gone insane with boredom. Killing babies has become a hobby of theirs.

Etiole says The One God and their Throne Angels have lost touch with emotions, no longer capable of feeling love or compassion and simply delight in hurting others for the pure joy and pleasure of watching others suffer.

He says Humans try to understand why babies are taken, but there is no  reason for it. They are simply monsters full of hate and take pleasure in killing babies and watching the mothers suffer.

I have been pregnant 7 times.

None have gone full term.

Two ended with me passing out and waking up in a pool of blood and slashed up tissue, five ended with the baby simply vanishing without a trace.

Etiole curses the Masters (The One God of Abraham) and his throne Angels calling them evil, baby killing psychopathic monsters.

I think the more logical one to blame is not monstrous angels, but monstrous uncles.

The White Monkey OST 
aka
The White Monkey Letters

The Story of The Baby Murdering, Child Rapist,
Mormon High Priest Uncle,
Who Went On A War Path...

The White Salamander Letters
of Joseph Smith 
of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

If you are a Mormon, you know there exist such a thing as The White Salamander Letters. A quick summery of what it is:

Two years before meeting the ghost of the dead Nephite (Native American Nephilim) Moroni, 12 year old Joseph Smith meet a white salamander, which he wrote about in his diary. Keeping in mind here that a Salamander is a type of Faerie, a tiny man, similar to a FarDarrig or Leprechaun.

According to his diary entry, Smith was led into the forest by a White Salamander which told him to draw runes on the ground and sacrifice a black sheep, then he (the salamander) would tell Smith where to find ancient buried treasure full of gold.

This brief diary entry is backed up by a court case the following week, when 12 year old Smith was tried for sheep rustling and the slaughter of several of his neighbour's black sheep. A charge he was found guilty of, and to avoid the hanging of their 12 year old son, the Smith family fled Vermont to resettle in New York.

Keeping in mind here that they had previously fled York Hill, Saco, Maine to resettle in Vermont.

Yes, Saco, Maine, York Hill. Home of the Saco River Curse. York Hill, being the island in the Saco River Delta, where the big chain link electric fence topped in barbed wire, covered in signs that read: "Government Property: Danger: Keep Out". THAT York Hill.

At the time they lived here, the Smiths were members of the Conchonite Church on the Heath Road at the corner of the Flag Pond Road, in Saco Maine (the building is still there today). The infamous polygamous church run by Jacob Concrin, a man with nearly 100 wives, and who was obsessed with Enochain Angels and Enochain Magick arts, and who had a habit of heading to the Saco River's edge to "Call up the Nephilim" (Etiole) out of the Saco River. Jabob Conchrin started doing this in the 1740s, making this one of the very early sightings of Etiole.

Smith's mother, (a Scottish Gypsy) as a child, grew up in this church, and grew up with the habit of leaving gifts for the "ghost of the dead Indian chief" (what she called Etiole) on the banks of the Saco River, offshore of York Hill. (Where currently sits the CMP Tower).

She raised her babies to fear and respect the Faeries.

Like all Scottish Gypsy women of the time period and region, she taught her children stories of little white haired men, whom were known as "Salamanders", a type of Gnome or Leprechaun and called FarDarrigs when they wear red coats.

The Amphibious Aliens Article featured excerpts from the book

"For Fear of Little Men"

These Little Men, often referred to as The Wee Folk, haunt swamps, grave yards, and lonely roads in deep forests. There are many stories/theories regarding who and what they are and different cultures of different regions have different names for them, varying from Wendigo and Memegwasi of North America to Kappas and Bunyips of the South Pacific to the Leprechauns, Phookas, Bogeys, and FarDarrigs of Scotland, Ireland, and Wales.

The names are different, the minute details are different, but the core story is always the same: a little man, with white skin, white haire, dark eyes, wild cloths, often carrying a wand/laser/beam is sighted in a forest, near a swamp or cemetery, and lures travellers off the road into the forest, while giggling and laughing... various trickster habits are described, mentions of promises of love or wealth or fame are promised to the traveller. The traveller follows into the fog, often meeting multiple little men, and in most stories the traveller was a youth - someone between the ages of 7 and 16 years old. The happy child follows the little man for hours, all through the night, never able to catch him. Come morning the child goes home... to discover they have been gone for decades... every one they knew now dead.

Perhaps the most famous and widely published of these stories of little men is Rip Van Winkle, where Rip wanders into the forest following 9 little men plays a few rounds of bowling with them, then leaves as it is getting dark, only to discover he has returned home 50 years later, not one night later.

Scottish Gypsy children are taught the Faerie Warning from the crib:

"We darn't go a'hunting for fear of little men"

Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushy glen,

We daren't go a-hunting

For fear of little men; 

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together; 

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl's feather! 


Down along the rocky shore

Some make their home,

They live on crispy pancakes

Of yellow tide-foam; 

Some in the reeds

Of the black mountain lake,

With frogs for their watch-dogs,

All night awake. 


High on the hill-top

The old King sits; 

He is now so old and gray

He's nigh lost his wits.

With a bridge of white mist

Columbkill he crosses,

On his stately journeys

From Slieveleague to Rosses; 

Or going up with music

On cold starry nights

To sup with the Queen

Of the gay Northern Lights. 


They stole little Bridget

For seven years long; 

When she came down again

Her friends were all gone.

They took her lightly back,

Between the night and morrow,

They thought that she was fast asleep,

But she was dead with sorrow.

They have kept her ever since

Deep within the lake,

On a bed of flag-leaves,

Watching till she wake. 


By the craggy hill-side,

Through the mosses bare,

They have planted thorn-trees

For pleasure here and there.

If any man so daring

As dig them up in spite,

He shall find their sharpest thorns

In his bed at night. 


Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushy glen,

We daren't go a-hunting

For fear of little men; 

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together; 

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl's feather! 


~William Allingham

Now, while few Mormons know the history of Smith's very early childhood and his family's connection to the Saco River curse, there isn't a Mormon on the planet who doesn't know The White Salamander Letters, which were the end result of these early events.

Smith only mentions The White Salamander briefly in a single passage of his diary, and LDS historians have long theorized and speculated if this was an earlier encounter with the "angel" Moroni or not. Decades of research brought up nothing more then the few facts listed above, and so The White Salamander remained a mystery in Mormon History...

...

until the late 1970s/early 1980s when a man came forward, claiming to have found, in the back of an old church, a bundle of letters, written by a young Joseph Smith... letters supposed written from Smith to The White Salamander. Letter rumors to have actually been held by the infamous White Salamander. 

Every one from the Prophet in Salt Lake City all the way down to the lowliness convert members was giddy with excitement as the letters surfaced, and a were put up for auction. A massive bidding war ensued as hundreds of historians and church officials from all over the globe fought to buy these elusive letters and find out what was in them.

Representatives of the Prophet himself were given orders to out bid every one no matter the cost, the church funds would cover it... the church MUST have those letters, proof of the existence of the White Salamander was vital, as the White Salamander had long been the church's thorn in the flesh... the thing that didn't add up. The thing that connected Smith to the occult, witchcraft, and Satan worship... the thing that MUST at ALL COST be proven to have come from God not Satan...

Many millions of dollars later, the representatives of the Prophet proudly presented the Prophet with the White Salamander Letters, which were promptly sent to a massive team of researchers, historians, and scientists for testing and studying, as every Mormon on the planet held their breath waiting for the glorious announcement that The White Salamander was NOT a Faerie Demon, but rather an angel of God...

The Biggest Hoax in Religious History

When the news broke what the White Salamander Letters were, it sent angry shock waves through out the entire Mormon community... and... resulted in the change of how the church did things...

They barred temple access from the public.

They removed actual swords from the temple rituals.

They changed the wording of the temple rituals - no more were you required to vow to slit the throats of any one who shared the "secrets of the temple"

And a vault was built in Salt Lake City, where the White Salamander Letters, Joseph Smith's diary, an Egyptian mummy, and several brass tablets, were all locked away from the public eye, never to be seen again.

What was in the White Salamander Letters to cause this reaction from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints?

The Church, in their desperation to prove the White Salamander to be an Angel and not a Demon, forgot to look at who it was who was auctioning off the letters: 

Mark William Hofmann

Mark William Hofmann (born December 7, 1954) is an American counterfeiter, forger and convicted murderer. Widely regarded as one of the most accomplished forgers in history, Hofmann is especially noted for his creation of documents related to the history of the Latter Day Saint movement. When Hofmann's schemes began to unravel, he constructed bombs to murder two people in Salt Lake City, Utah. He has been serving a life sentence at the Utah State Prison in Draper since 1988.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Hofmann

The Prophet, over the course of several months, had made several public announcements on TV, in letters sent to every church congregation world wide to be read by bishops to the members, in the Deseret News, in the Ensign Magazine...

LOTS of proclamations and including several "revelations from God" Himself, to the authenticity of The White Salamander Letters.

Changes were made to priesthood and Relief Society lesson manuals, to include new lessons about the White Salamander...

The Prophet was so 100% convinced that the letters were going to prove The White Salamander to be an angel of God, that he went forward with many public announcements reveling what "God had told him" was in the letters, months before the church even had the letters in their possession.

And when they did have the letters he spent several more months making several more public statements as to what they were, BEFORE any of his research team even had a chance to research the letters.

And then, when the research team DID finally have the letters, they proved to not be from Joseph Smith at all, but from one of his friends. And carbon dating tests came back dating the letters as only a few years old not a few hundred years old, and then... someone finally thought to ask the question:

"So who did you buy these from exactly?"

It went down in history as the biggest religious hoax ever made, when it was discovered that the letters were written by Mark William Hofmann in around 1980.

And the Prophet had spent nearly 2 years glorifying these letters as real because, he claimed God had visited him in visions and said so.

But so what does any of this have to do with Etiole and what are The White Monkey Letters mentioned in the title?

*sigh*

Have I mentioned my Uncle Richard Merlin Atwater was clinically insane? I think I have.

But, did I also mention he was a Mormon and a Church Historian and was one of the few people who actually saw The White Monkey Letters in person?

Yes, while my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater WAS NOT most of the things he claimed:

He was not a NASA Astronaut.

He was not Sir Richard the Lionhearted.

He was not Merlin the Magician.

He was never a Cold War solider in Russian.

He was never a Russian Spy.

He never went to Russia to tear down Iron Curtains (and any one who knows ACTUAL military history, knows there were no physical curtains made of iron in Russia and that the term "Iron Curtain" was a name of the events going on and had nothing to do with either iron or curtains. So anyone who ever listened to him tell of scaling curtains carved of cast iron and ripping them off the buildings with his bare hands, would have known how off his rocker he really was.)

He did however work in the Pentagon, that was true. He just wasn't a high ranking officer, No. He was Colonel Ollie North's secretary and go-for boy...a job he lost when Ollie North did his paper shredding thing, and my uncle never recorded the trauma of losing that job, so made up the NASA astronaut story, the Cold War story, and the Russian Spy story, to hide the fact that his REAL job in the Air Force was nothing more then a yes-man in an office... he fetched coffee and paper clips for officers in the Pentagon, only this and nothing more.

The ONLY true statement he ever made about his military career was the fact that he worked in the Pentagon. But he was NOT a Colonel as he often said he was. He worked FOR A Colonel. He was the well dressed, spit polished guy in a fancy suit, who ran around the office refilling coffee mugs for the heavily decorated officers, and he lost his job doing that, because he helped Colonel Ollie North, shred documents.

He was so ashamed of what ACTUALLY happened, that he created the wild stories about NASA and Russia to try to hide the fact that he lost his Air Force job in the Ollie North debacle. 

He had gone into the Air Force at age 16 (lied about his age to get in) with the GOAL of eventually becoming a NASA astronaut and going into space. He got stuck as a yes-boy for officers, with no hope of getting into space, and then lost that job because he was one of the office boys whose job it was t drop paper into a shredding machine whenever an officer said so.

While it was not technically his fault, he was simply obeying orders, and therefor did not lose his pension, he was however devastated by the fact that his dreams of NASA were now gone forever, and so he promptly moved to Roswell to try to get a job at Area 51.

And while he had a job "at Area 51" for a few years, it is unclear, if his job was actually on the military base itself or at one of the many shops in the area, all of whom were named "Area 51" this and "Area 51" that.

It appears that he had a job as a pilot, giving tourists rides around the area in hopes of seeing UFOs. He was in fact a pilot, and did have a license to fly small 2 passenger planes.

From there he moved to Utah, attempted to get a job at some Plane Hanger that supposedly houses a UFO. In failing to do this (because it is a military base.) he instead enrolled at Brigham Young University where he went on to become a Professor of Church History. Resulting in WHY and HOW he came to be one of the few people to ever see The White Salamander Letters.

Now, with all that information in mind, let's skip ahead to 1991, Cape Elizabeth, Maine. The Cape Elizabeth Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, of the Augusta Stake of the State of Maine....

Enter Stage Right:
PineLand Center
Maine's Mental Health Institute
For The Criminally Insane 

When The Men In The Little White Coats
Came To Take Him Away...

A fittingly appropriate theme song for this page...

Once upon a time, I was sitting in my Young Women's Sunday School class in the Cape Elizabeth Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, of the Augusta Stake of the State of Maine....

1991

when a man knocks on the classroom door and asks the teacher, if Wendy Christine Allen is in the room and if she could come out to talk to him.

He introduced himself as Paul Peterson, Administrator of Pineland Center, Mental Health Institute For The Criminally Insane, from New Gloucester, Maine. 

A thin, professional looking redhead man, probably in his 50s, wearing a nutmeg brown suit and carrying an expression of grave concern and deep worry.

We head to the Bishop's office at the back of the church. He sits at a desk. I sit at a chair across from him. It's odd that the Bishop is not here, but I figure he's off doing something elsewhere in the church. Come to think of it, he didn't open services this morning, either.

He had in his hand a stack of envelopes and letters. Dozens and dozens of them. He asked me:

"Do you know a Richard Merlin Atwater?"

I said, "I have an uncle by that name, I avoid him because he's crazy."

PP of PLC said: "Yes, I had noticed. Have you ever seen these?"

He handed me one of the letters. It raved and ranted about demons, Satan, and lots of typical wild lunacies as could be expected from my uncle. It was one letter that was 68 pages long - 68 sheets of paper, double sided, and when he ran out of room, the words grew microscopic and spiraled in a big circle around the edges.

It was one of more then a hundred letters that this man had with him, all of this nature.

They were all signed "Captain Richard Merlin Atwater The Astronaut"

They were all nearly identical, except for the Dear ____ part at the top. The name was different on every one of them.

"Dear Bishop Morgan" was the name on the one I was holding. "Dear Stake President Earnshaw" was on the second he showed me. "Dear President Ezra Taft Benson" was on another. 

He took out a list, one that he had created. A list of names. More then 600 people whom had all received these letters. All of them various church officials, including all 12 Apostles, and all 70 Members of the Quorum of The Seventy; all the bishops of every church congregation in the state of Maine, all the stake presidents, branch presidents, and all of the council members of all of the above.

He said "And these are just the letters received by the leaders, it doesn't include the letters sent to church members and their families. We estimate he has sent more then 5,000 letters in the past 6 months alone."

Bishop Morgan
They Came And Took Him Away, Ha, ha...

Next he asked me: "Do you know a Bishop Morgan?"

"Yep, weird guy, who says he's gonna help Tommy remove all the non-whites from church. He's why there are no more black families in our church any more."

PP of PLC: "Has he even mentioned demons?"

Me: burst out laughing. Laughs hysterically for several minutes. Can not stop laughing. Finally catches my breath long enough to say: "Oh, hell yeah! He's been running around saying I have a demon living in my car. Says I put death spell curses on people then send my car out at night to kill them."

PP of PLC, nods and write down notes. "Do you know where Bishop Morgan is right now?"

Me: Looks around the office. "Obviously not here where he's supposed to be."

PP of PLC: "No. What do you know about the fire?"

ME: "What fire?"

PP of PLC: "On the Flag ond Road last night."

ME: "Flag Pond Road? My uncle lives there."

PP of PLC: "Does he?"

ME: "Not Dickie, Brucie. His brother."

PP of PLC: write down more notes. "It was hit by lightening near as we can tell. No one was hurt, but he broke both arms and both legs this morning. Skiing. Hit a tree."

ME: "Who did? My uncle?"

PP of PLC: "No, Bishop Morgan. They're holding him for observation. We're admitting him to Pine Land Center this afternoon. He claims you killed him. Sad you sent a demon. He gave us these letters as his proof that you are a deranged psycho killer with a pet demon. But, I rather gathered you were unaware of these letters. That's why I'm here. We weren't sure how dangerous Morgan was. At first I thought he wrote the letters, but the handwriting doesn't match. Can you confirm this is your uncle's handwriting?"

Me: "Oh, yeah. That's Dickie all right. Even right down to the weird spirals around the page. He always writes like that."

PP of PLC: "Based on what I see in these letters, your uncle has Schizophrenia and is likely a Sociopath. He doesn't live in Maine so, it's out of my jurisdiction, but I think you should consider him very dangerous and capable of murder. Morgan won't be coming back to church any time soon, I don't think he's safe to be on the streets."

Bishop Morgan never returned to church and was locked away in Pineland Center until it closed it's doors a few years later.

Had that been the end of it, I probably would not have given much thought to this event.

However, more letters would surface, as my uncle's decent into madness grew...

Over the next few years, several of the bishops, branch presidents, and stake presidents to receive his letters would reach out to contact me and ask me who this man was.

At first I was confused as to why they were contacting me about an uncle I had not seen in 20 years and who lived several dozen states away on the other side of the country.

But, reading the letters, I found the answer.

Each letter, told wild stories. In some they told of my being a demon, that I had been switched at birth and was not human. Others told stories of my being a Satan worshiper. Others called me a witch. Still others said I was sacrificing babies on altars. 

ALL of the letters ending with him demanding I be excommunicated from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

A Look Into The Mind Of A Mad Man

At first I was asking: "Why me?" thinking I alone was being targeted.

But then I mentioned it to my cousin Tonya. She said, the same thing was happening to her. She had opted to fight against the Gypsy norm, and go to public school regardless of hat the clan said. And she told a tale of how she was daily being puled out of class by principles, superintendents, teachers, guidance counselors, because of "Uncle Dickie's letters".

Tonya was not a Mormon, not religious at all, and, so the letters were instead to her school, her teachers, her friends, etc. As he had done with me, the letters made wild accusations against her, and in her case demanded the school expel her.

In this same time period Dickie married a mail order bride from Russia. A sweet little teenage girl, who was 30 years younger then him. The marriage lasted almost a year before she ran to the police one night begging for help, stating that he had tied her down and made his male dogs rape her for a video.

The following year, she would visit Maine and I would meet her, when she was going from niece to niece asking if he had ever done anything sexual to them as children, as she had found thousands of pages of diaries written by him, where he bragged of his sexual exploits with 4 and 5 year old girls.

It was from Aunt Katya that we found out about the law suits - dozens of them. From girls, women, and mothers of little girls in Maine, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, Illinois, and Florida. All suing him for various forms of sexual assault. In every case the women were LDS/Mormons whom had been members of one of the many church congregations he had attended in his rampant, inability to live in any one place for more then 6 months to a time.

Katya had made copies of the documents she had found and was going to all of his 64 nieces, showing them the documents and asking: "Is this true? Did he do this to you?"

Next Katya contacted all the women from all the court cases. What she found was horrific.

Letters. Written by Richard Merlin Atwater, uncover the true nature of the man at last.

The Letters...

Letters.

Thousands of them.

Thousands upon thousands upon tens of thousands of them.

Written to all of the women who were living in mortal terror of Richard Merlin Atwater, a man who was on a viscous hell bound vendetta to destroy every female whom had ever refused to have sex with him.

All together well over 500 different women were located, whom had not themselves received letters, but rather had had letters sent to their friends, family, letter sent to their bosses at workplaces, their teachers at schools/campus, letters sent to their next door neighbours, letters sent to their town officials, letters sent to their state representatives, letters sent to the store owners of small businesses they shopped at, letters sent to their church leaders...

THIS was the reality of what happened to EVERY female whom Richard Merlin Atwater wanted to have sex with, wither she knew it or not. In many cases, these woman had never even seen him.

One woman he had done this to, turned out to be a sales clerk whom had waited on him when he bought a new rug for his house. He had asked her "Marry me" when she handed him the change back from his purchase. She, thinking he was joking, had laughed and made some offhanded remark.

It was a one time meeting that lasted under 5 minutes. Him a total stranger whom had never seen her before. It resulted in more then a decade of letters being sent to every person she knew, all saying wild things to destroy her reputation. The poor woman lost her job over it and moved several times, but the letters followed her to ever town of every state she moved to, and for years she could not understand who this "Lord RMA" was

"Lord RMA" was how he signed the bulk of his letters; though some letters were also signed: Sir Richard The Lionhearted; Merlin The Musician; Rich Atwater; or just The Astronaut. 


And then there were the restraining orders.

Hundreds of restraining orders, from all over the country.

Bishops begging for letters to stop being sent to them.

Bishop wives begging Richard to stop barging into their homes whenever their husbands were gone.

Children drawing horrific pictures of "The Tickle Monster" attacking them. Picture parents took to police and were using in the lawsuits against this varousious sexually perverted man.

Here was a man, with a government pension, no job, and 24 hours of absolutely nothing to do all day long.

Tormenting women became his life. It was the only thing he did. 

And when confronted about it, he would laugh sadistically and say:

"They deserved it"

or

"They asked for it."

Along with to shrug and say:

"Well, that's what you get for not marrying me. It's her own fault, I told her she should have married me. If she had married me like I told her to, she wouldn't be going through this now would she?"

The man had no compassion, no empathy towards anyone and felt no guilt or shame in what he did and claimed the women (and often children) he victimized were to blame for his actions.

Let's look at what it was Pineland Center had said my Uncle had:

Sociopathy

Antisocial personality disorder (ASPD), also known as dissocial personality disorder (DPD) and sociopathy, is a personality disorder, characterized by a pervasive pattern of disregard for, or violation of, the rights of others. An impoverished moral sense or conscience is often apparent, as well as a history of crime, legal problems, or impulsive and aggressive behavior.

Nomadic (including schizoid and avoidant features) Feels jinxed, ill-fated, doomed, and cast aside; peripheral, drifters; roamers, vagrants; dropouts and misfits; itinerant vagabonds, tramps, wanderers; impulsively not benign.

Malevolent (including sadistic and paranoid features) Belligerent, mordant, rancorous, vicious, malignant, brutal, resentful; anticipates betrayal and punishment; desires revenge; truculent, callous, fearless; guiltless.

Covetous (including negativistic features) Feels intentionally denied and deprived; rapacious, begrudging, discontentedly yearning; envious, seeks retribution, and avariciously greedy; pleasure more in taking than in having.

Risk-taking (including histrionic features) Dauntless, venturesome, intrepid, bold, audacious, daring; reckless, foolhardy, impulsive, heedless; unphased by hazard; pursues perilous ventures.

Reputation-defending (including narcissistic features) Needs to be thought of as infallible, unbreakable, invincible, indomitable, formidable, inviolable; intransigent when status is questioned; overreactive to slights.

ASPD commonly coexists with the following conditions:

Anxiety disorders

Depressive disorder

Impulse control disorders

Substance-related disorders

Somatization disorder

Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

Borderline personality disorder

Histrionic personality disorder

Narcissistic personality disorder

Sadistic personality disorder


Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antisocial_personality_disorder


Schizophrenia

Schizophrenia is a mental disorder characterized by abnormal social behavior and failure to understand what is real. Common symptoms include false beliefs, unclear or confused thinking, hearing voices that others do not hear, reduced social engagement and emotional expression, and a lack of motivation. People with schizophrenia often have additional mental-health problems such as anxiety disorders, major depressive illness, or substance-use disorders. Symptoms typically come on gradually, begin in young adulthood, and last a long time.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizophrenia

While we always knew Uncle Dickie was crazy, we were not yet aware of just how utterly insane and how very, very, very dangerous he really, truly was.

When people find out the FBI is involved in the Amphibious Aliens situation, they always take a step back and ask: "What the hell happened? It had to be something pretty big for the FBI to be called in. They don't just take any case."

Yeah. I know.

Like I said, we knew Dickie was crazy... we just didn't yet know HOW crazy he really was and how far he was willing to go, when one of the women he claimed was "destined" to be his wife... married someone else.

The White Monkey Letters

MUFON would arrive in my yard looking for Etiole, claiming my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater had sent them to catch an amphibious alien in 2005.

To fully understand the WHY behind my uncle's discontinuing to write letters and instead start writing online posts on forums, you first have to understand WHY he wrote the letters and what exactly they had said.

A List Of Events:


Uncle Dickie showed up on our farm when I was 4 years old.

His mother Eva Viola Atwater, my Grammy Eva, was frequently chasing him with a broom, beating him over the head with it while screaming:

"Get your hands off those little girls you sick pervert. You're not touching my grand babies!"

Grammy Eva became our "safe zone" - we children, we little girls ages 3 to 12, would run to her whenever "The Tickle Monster" would attack.

Tickle Monster was a term he called himself. Often his exact thing to say was:

"I'm the Tickle Monster, pull up your skirt so I can tickle you."

Then he'd grab the girl, pull her panties down, toss her skirt over her head, and stick his fingers up her vagina to "tickle" her.


Uncle Dickie returned when I was 8 years old, this time announcing "I'm here from Juno Alaska, Yu-konw, I'll-ask-her to marry me." Then began announcing to any one and everyone that I was his wife, I was going to be his wife, etc.

After that I started receiving daily/weekly letters and cards in the mail from him, all bubbling with joy of our pending wedding.


I was 12 years old when Uncle Dickie arrived in Maine again, stormed into my Sunday School class and started bossing the teacher around, stating that I was his "future wife" and didn't belong in this class. I should be in his class.

The teacher (who was also the Sunday School President) kept me after class to ask about Dickie.

A few weeks later, my parents suddenly refused to allow me to attend church, for reasons not related to any of this.

After about 4 weeks absent from class, immediately following Dickie's outburst, the teacher arrives at our house to ask if I'm okay. He becomes one of the few people ever allowed into the house, and one of the rare people to have ever seen "The ROOM" where I was kept locked up for much of my childhood, teen years, and earlier adulthood.

Horrified by the state of the room, shocked by the attitudes of the adults, and terrified of what Uncle Dickie would do if he didn't do something to intervene, this Sunday School teacher made a bold move, announcing he was taking me to church with him, and simply dragged me out of the house, quickly shoved me into his car and drove to church.


Dickie found out the name of the priest and began calling him on the phone - daily. Soon followed by letters to him.

Stating he refused to be intimidated by a bully, the teacher began to arrive every Sunday to take me to church, and began buying me food every week now that he realized why I was so very skinny and malnourished looking (I was not allowed to eat with the adults due to my being "demon possessed" and instead was given burnt scraps scraped off pans.)

He also taught me of the existence of things like: toothpaste, soap, and bathing. He is also the one who bought my cars, my fur coats, my kimonos, and funds the elaborate CosPlay costumes I make.

And when he found out in 2014, that in 1983 my grammy Helen had left me the land, but the scam artist uncles had forged the documents to move my land into their names without my knowing it - he's the one who bought the land from them and put it back in my name once again.


The most important event triggering the White Monkey Letters occurred in 2001, when on October 21, 2001, the teacher/priest simply announced to my uncles (without saying anything of it to me first) that he and I were getting married and they were not allowed to have contact with me again. I had no idea if he was serious or not, as he had never mentioned marriage to me and this was the first I'd heard of it.


Starting in January 2002, Uncle Dickie began arriving in Maine more frequently, and was attending ALL the various LDS/Mormon churches in the area.

In total 16 different congregations, would have members come forward claiming they received letters.

More then 750 church leaders and congregation members, have claimed they were contacted....

BY THE WHITE MONKEY


MOST of the people contacted between 2002 and 2003 were friends, family, co-workers, or somehow otherwise connected to this Sunday School Teacher, who by 2001 was now a High Priest Quorum leader on a fast track to becoming a bishop.


February 2003, weeks after a miscarriage, days after my doctor was killed by a bomb, I went to my bishop, asking for a blessing (a prayer ritual for healing, commonly practiced by Mormons). 

I was told I was "not deserving of healing", he explained that he was contacting Salt Lake City to request I be excommunicated on grounds of "witchcraft"...

...and then he pulled a letter out of his desk...

A letter that was signed: The White Monkey OST



Yes....

The White Monkey Letters were written BY The White Monkey.

And when you look at the similarities between Richard Merlin Atwater's impersonating Etiole, and writing letters in 2003 while claiming to ACTUALLY BE Etiole...

... then you start to realize who truelt terrifying Kendra Silvermander's very similar letters were, when in 2006, she too surfaced, claiming to be Etiole, this time signing letters with the name The Silver Salamander.

And that is when you start to realize the connection back to the Mormon Church's "White Salamamnder Letter"

and that is also when you start to realized just exactly WHY the FBI got involved...

This was no longer a case of a crazy uncle writing letters, but rather it became a case of murder, house bombs, attempted murder, brutal beatings, the brutal deaths of two unborn babies, and a lot of hate crimes committed by this man, and his two older brothers who picked up a vigil in his name after his death.

When people ask why is Kendra Silvermander  and her Silver Salamander Letters so terrifying and perceived to be such an extremely dangerous felon, you first have to go back to the person she herself was mimicking: Richard Merlin Atwater and his White Monkey Letters.



The Sociopath Goes On A Murderous Rampage Leaving A Doctor Dead

A few key important facts to remember at this point:


#1: I had the 2nd "bloodbath" miscarriage January 2003; an event completely identical to the 1st one, 20 years earlier.

This was in January. I was bleeding profusely for several weeks, reached the point of being unable to stand up, due to extreme anemia and dehydration.

I was passing out several times a day, each time waking up in ever larger pools of blood.


#2: When my parents and uncles refused to let me go to the hospital, I snuck out and ran to the nearest doctor's office I could find. A doctor on Saco Ave, about 1/4 of a mile from my driveway. His office had a sign which read "First Care Health Clinic". He was a Russian immigrant with a thick accent.

He proclaimed himself "horrified" by "the levels of abuse, malnutrition, and extreme neglect" that he said I was suffering from.


#3: He said he was contacting the police and the Department of Human Services to turn the adults in.

I had an appointment to return for more tests, to find out what had caused the miscarriage, and given my description of what had happened, he said he suspected I had been poisoned, most likely someone had drugged my food or drinks with an abortive herb, most likely Arborvitae Cedar Tree (a common plant in the area)

He suspected someone had intentionally murdered my unborn baby with a forced abortion and had given me enough to almost kill me as well, based off the horrific symptoms I had when I arrived at his office.


#4: When I returned 7 days later... the doctor was dead, killed when a bomb had blown up his office.


An important part to consider here is no longer was it letters... a doctor was attacked and was now dead.

And this was the first of two bombs.

And that's the part the MUFON people in my yard looking for amphibious alien EBEs had completely over looked.... when they could not understand why I was so terrified of their rude, unannounced invasion of my farm, and them saying they were sent here by Richard Merlin Atwater...

People died.

A doctor had been killed. Along with others in his office that day.

A bomb blew up my doctor's office and then another bomb blew up my house.

Two of my babies were murdered by this man... murdered, because they were not his. Murdered because someone other then him got me pregnant. 

And he sent messages on forums calling Etiole an amphibious alien for one reason and one only: because it was Etiole who was the father of the babies.

And then you MUFON people arrive in my yard, telling me you were sent here by this MONSTER, Richard Merlin Atwater, himself, and you wonder WHY I was not overjoyed at your arrival?

This man murdered my doctor.

This man murdered my children.

This man terrorized, the already deeply traumatized father of my children.

WHY would I be happy to learn that this psychotic, deranged, murderous monster sent you to further traumatize the father of my murdered babies?

The White Monkey
Starts Writing Letters

But then, what was in the White Monkey Letters, those letters all signed with the words "The White Monkey, OST"?

I don't know when exactly he started writing them. I first learned of them in February 2003, weeks after the brutal murder of my baby, and days after the equally brutal murder of the doctor whom had tried to help me.

That first letter, the one sent to Bishop LV, was very clearly written by my uncle. I recognized his strange tiny print block handwriting (that almost looks typed) and the spiraling around the edges of the page as he ran out of room, and then going back and forth, upside down, between the sentences already written. His letters were very difficult to read because of this strange flow of the words into every crack and crevice, but it made his letters immediately recognizable, no matter which name he signed to the bottom.

The White Monkey Letters, all signed "White Monkey, OST" were written targeting 2 people: Etiole and the Mormon High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, Exater Stake. 

The High Priest, being a prominent member of the Sanford Ward, made it easy to target him, by sending letters to every one he knew and every one who knew of him. And so hundreds of letters went out, just as they had done so many times before to so many other people. 

But in Etiole, Richard Merlin hit a snag. Etiole was a hermit. He'd lived off grid, in a dense old growth forest, for at least 50 years. He had no friends to write letters to. He had no family to write letters to. He had no co-workers to write letters to. He lives off the land and so had no shop owners of stores he shopped at to write letters to.

Richard Merlin could not attack Etiole in the usual methods he had used to attack dozens of others before. And so for Etiole his method had to change slightly: He had to create a rumor about Etiole, so wild, that it would destroy Etiole's life. Thus surfaced the Amphibious Aliens rumor, with Richard Merlin claiming to work for NASA and giving "NASA Interviews" to any UFO researcher foolish enough to listen. It's easy to pull off a UFO/alien hoax, when the majority of the people who believe in such things are more then willing to toss research and scientific facts to the wind to believe anything, any hoaxer wants to put out there. And THAT is exactly the thing Richard Merlin was weighing on. 

And it worked. 

He hoaxed tens of thousands of UFO believers into believing he was a NASA astronaut, and Etiole was an amphibious alien. Resulting in the onslaught of MUFON people in my yard looking for Etiole, in 2005 and the Amphibious Aliens Squidoo Lens article by me April 2007, which DEBUNKED Richard's claim to NASA Astronaut fame and DEBUNKED Etiole being an alien. 

Many of the people who read the article on Squidoo, became horrified to learn that Richard Merlin was such a degenerated deviant, that he would stoop so low as to target an already serious traumatized, horrifically crippled Holocaust victim, and do it on the levels he did. A man claiming to be a war hero, going out of his way to destroy the life of an ACTUAL war hero and prisoner of war, who survived the worst war in recent history, only to be baselessly attacked by a perverted sex crazed man who sought to destroy the women who'd refused to marry him, by destroying their lovers.

Destroying the lives of his "enemies" was Richard Merlin's ONLY goal in life. He devoted every second of his life to it. His "enemies" being any female who had ever said she would not marry him. He destroyed them, by destroying the lives of their husbands, boyfriends, and lovers, as those men were the "reason" the women "couldn't see" that they "belonged" with Richard Merlin.

In 2007 Richard Merlin Atwater enlisted in the help of his best friend Joel Bailey. Joel Bailey being a man who had two jobs: one as an accountant and one as a security hacker. He worked for a security company, whose job it was to hack into big corporations security systems, to find glitches and therefor help the company prevent theft by fixing "holes" in the system.

Joel Bailey aka The KBoards Hacker, is the one whom Richard Merlin Atwater hired to hack my online accounts in 2007 and again in 2010. Joel Bailey went to prison for hacking in 2011. He got out of prison August 2014 and promptly went back to finish his unfinished job for Richard Merlin NOT KNOWING YET that Richard Merlin had died.

From August 2014 to March 2016 Joel Bailey, hijacked the pass words of ALL of my forum accounts, my email, my websites, my blogs, and my social networks, and posted a bunch of wild bat shit via my accounts while impersonating me.

Interestingly everyone who knew me in real life, knew I was from November 2013 to March 2016 not online, due to being paralyzed by an injury. He stopped in March 2016 as it was the first time I was well enough to get back online and retake my accounts back. His most notorious attack on my accounts was "The KBoards Incident" where he went into all of my old posts and rewrote them, then used my account to attack several self published authors, including; the infamous Kendra Silvermander, the woman whom had beaten me up leaving me crippled in the first place.

Joel Bailey only stopped this hacking attack, when he contacted my mother March 2016 (after finding himself locked out of my accounts) and discovered through her, that Richard Merlin Atwater was dead and he would not be receiving payment for his hacking services of hacking my accounts.

Interestingly, this hack, included backstabbing the man they had hired to drive a backhoe over my house, a man whose name I did not know, by plastering his name all over my website here at EelKat.com.

And WHERE did they put this mystery man's name? In the Amphibious Aliens article itself, where Joel Bailey did a find/replace copy/paste to remove RICHARD MERLIN ATWATER'S name and replace it with the name of the backhoe driver, a man who was a complete and total stranger to me, whose name I'd never heard of until December 21, 2016 when the local sheriff informed me that this man was suing me for attempted murder... he claims that I am a transexual out to kill him, same as the one in Saco Shaws did, and that my supposedly putting his name on my website is proof I'm going to kill him. At that point I was bedridden with N1H1, still not yet fully able to walk or move or even type, and had no clue The KBoards Hacker even existed yet. This court order, the infamous "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court Order, stating no gays are allowed in Old Orchard Beach" as the first time I found out about the hacker and the hijacking of so many of my online accounts.

Mormon High Priest Richard Merlin Atwater and his best friend Mormon Bishop Counselor Joel Bailey, joined forced with Bishop Dan Kenning, First Counselor Jim Thomas (who  was also Old Orchard Beach's Town Manager), Second Counselor Tim Smith (Husband of Old Orchard Beach Town Hall worker Kathy Smith), and set out to pull the biggest scam the Town of Old Orchard Beach had ever seen: embezzling $3million in tax dollars out of the town hall bank accounts.

The money was filtered through Richard Merlin's sister Barbie Jean, via her 5 Swiss bank accounts. However, Joel Bailey and Kathy Smith, did not send all the money through their "filter" Barbie Jean. $36,000 went straight into Joel Bailey's personal bank account in Saco , Maine, and he and the Smith BOTH bought mansions far in excess of their personal income levels. It was the purchase of these two insanely over the top million dollar homes - one bought by a simple "accountant" the other bought by an office girl from the town hall, that tipped the State police off as to WHO exactly it was taking the money out of the town funds.

In a panic, Joel tried to force documents to put all the blame on another town hall worker: Ken Shoope, who found out about it when the police arrested him. Ken Shoope went on to become the primary witness against the crime lords when the whole thing went to court.

In the end, Joel Bailey became yet another victim of Richard Merlin Atwater vicious, vindictive insanity, when Richard hired his sister to create forged documents, easily find-able by police, connecting ALL events happening back to him. The result was when the police went after Richard Merlin Atwater in 2011, all evidence pointed to Joel Bailey and it was Joel Bailey who went to prison, while the deviant criminal Richard Merlin Atwater laughed. It shocked everyone the fanatical devotion Joel Bailey had for Richard Merlin and that instead of turning Richard Merlin in, and willing took the blame for something he'd been paid by a crime lord to do, so that said crime lord could walk free, yet again.

The problem with Richard Merlin Atwater was he had enough money to buy any one and make them do anything.

When the backhoe drove over my house on August 8, 2013 - three different people came forward, bragging they had instigated it:

#1 Kendra Silvermander bragged that she had sent her cousin 

#2: Richard Merlin Atwater, posted from his then Ukraine address, his gleeful joy at "getting back at the little cunt who refused to marry me" 

#3: Richard's brother Joey, a convicted felon, escaped from the law by hiding out in Australia, wanted for human trafficking (kidnapping babies and selling them to unsuspecting rich, infertal couples), bragged that he wired the backhoe driver $600; then further laughed over the "idiocy of money hungry Americans, who demolish a house for as little as $600"

While the identity of the man who did it is not in question (a Cyr, the uncle of the little girl who died in the car accident that caused people to cal my car demon possessed. He being the husband or 4-5-8's sister. 4-5-8 being the mother of the little girl who died.) How he came to do this is in question, with the man himself claiming he was paid to do it, also claiming the town hall of Old Orchard Beach had contacted him, giving him a demolition permit. He claims to not know the document he received from the Old Orchard Beach town manager, Jim Thomas, was forged and claims to have had no knowledge of the owners having no knowledge of the demolition, as well as to claim he was unaware of the 5 decade long feud his family had with the Atwaters - of course, he himself is the one who drives the 4 door white pick up truck that slams into my car while he screams out the window "kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaw's" and is the shooter who stands in my driveway shooting all throughout 2014, 2015, and 2016. His claimed innocence is marred by his other actives. And before the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court Case, I had no idea this man existed, or that he was one of my uncles, twice removed.

Keeping in mind, that the Cyrs are themselves are related to the Atwaters and are simply just one of the many smaller branches of a very large Gypsy clan that the FBI and the Colorado State Police has dubbed: "The 3rd Most Wanted Organized Crime Family" 

(Most of the crimes they committed and are wanted for were done in Colorado and Wyoming. The violent clan leaders are rarely themselves in Maine. As a general rule, they only hide out in Maine if the police are getting close to catching them out West.)

While the "top dogs" who run the clan continually escape prison again and again...

In recent months however, the leadership of the clan is falling apart and most of the younger family members are either refusing to pick up in their parents' footsteps or in some cases, out right turning their parents in.

The clan's leader since the 1920's David Henry Atwater, was murdered. His body found at the bottom of the stairs in his daughter's house... an event that was at first thought to be an accident, until it was learned that  investigators had to break the door down with an axe as they could not get through the padlocks otherwise. Examination of the body, showed, he was thrown down the stairs to make it look like he fell... but had crawled back up the stairs, fought his attacker, and then spent 3 days clawing at the door shredding his fingertips trying to get out. He ultimately died of starvation and was dead for a month, before anyone found him. 

Current clan leader "Uncle" David had suffered multiple massive heart attacks, and with his current inability to beat his "family" into submission, more and more of the children, grandchildren, and great-grand children are deserting the clan. More then 200 children, teens, and young adults had fled the clan since Richard Merlin's death in 2013.

With the clan's 3 big dogs out of the picture, Richard Merlin's brother Mervin Bruce moved front and center and tried to take over as new clan leader. September 11, 2015 the 2nd anniversary of Richard's death, he made an attempt at an inverse take over of m farm, coming in with a blue van and a school bus, both full of copper pipes that he and his grandkids had sawed off motels in Old Orchard Beach. That was the day you saw all those BIG signs go up across my driveway - the giant ones made out of queen sized bed sheets. It is also when the eye of the Grigori (the circle of blue feathers and eye balls) went up in my yard. 

Mervin Bruce is the one who previously had piled 3,700 wood pallets in my yard, piles of appliances, piles of scrap metal, piles of 500 tires, and that giant pile of bagged garbage that was 175 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall.

Behind Holly's gas station on the Saco River, you find a man named Dino... who likewise has a similar pile of garbage in his yard - which was also put their by the infamous garbage hoarding vandal Mervin Bruce.

There are 2 more farms in Buxton, one in Dayton, one in Arundal, and another one here on Portland Avenue in Old Orchard Beach, which all, also have massive mountains of garbage on them, all placed there by Mervin Bruce. The strangest one, is the massive pile he his hoarding up at "The Silver Bullet" on the corner of Smithwheel Rd in Old Orchard Beach. Why there of all places? Because he's a hoarder and claims if he owned the Silver Bullet, he can get "free junk for life!" He continually rails hatred for Blow Brother garbage company as they come in and haul out his piles of garbage at the Silver Bullet...the Silver Bullet being a group of 5 18 wheel crate loader recycling dumpsters, which are cleaned out weekly by the Blow Brothers company, as is their job.

Why does he do this? It is because of a law in Maine, commonly referred to as "The Squatter's Rights Law" and correctly known as "The Inverse Take Over Law." It's a law that was put in place in the late 1700s, originally intended as a settlement law to try to bring civilization to Maine. However it was never removed from the records and is commonly used by deviant criminals as a way to steal another person's land.

The way the law is worded, if you can put something belonging to you on another person's land, and successfully keep in there for 20 years, the State of Maine will give you the deed to the land. This is how in 2017, Uncle David was awarded a land permit in Palmyra, Maine, just outside of Bangor. He  set up the Heaven's Gate Compound in 1996, fenced it in, and kept the owners out at gunpoint. 2016 was the 20th year. 2017 the State of Maine handed him the deed. He now owns the land he has squatted on these past 21 years.

Mervin Bruce is obsessed with his belief that Captain John Drake (a pirate in the 1730s) had buried treasure on my land. I continue to refuse to sell, and thus he continues to attempt an inverse take over. Since his most recent attempt September 11, 2015, the Old Orchard Beach police now patrol my street keeping an eye out for Mervin Bruce, ready to arrest him the second he sets foot on my land again.

HOWEVER...

February 2016 Mervin Bruce made a BIG mistake. This violent, female hating, child abusing, wife beater, located his ex-wife (whom had previously escaped the clan, saying she never wanted to see an Atwater again) at Ledgewood Condominiums in Saco, Maine, and as is usual for this incredibly violent gun hoarder... he broke into her home armed to the teeth... tore the front door off her house, dragged her by her hair out into the parking lot, and began pumalling her face into the tarmack. A giant, burly man 6'4", beating the brains out of a crippled diabetic who had recently had her foot amputated. This condo houses nearly 300 residents, who gathered in horror to watch this deranged man attempt to murder his ex wife. 

As dozens upon dozens of 911 calls went to the Saco Police, a whole convoy of cop cars surrounded the place... 

Now, Maine has a law, which states you CAN NOT arrest a person UNLESS a witness to the crime files charges. 

Over the years HUNDREDS of police calls have gone out, but when the police arrive NO ONE is willing to press charges against this insanely viscous, machete wielding, gun shooting mad man. They are always too scared either of him, or his brothers. Terrified that saying one word against them, will result in being killed. 

And so, while Mervin Bruce is near daily being told to "calm his temper" by various police departments, due to no witness ever being willing to press charges, he walks free every time.

This particular day, February 2016, however, he was so enraged, so hell bent on killing Doris, that he didn't stop when he heard the sirens coming. He didn't stop, when the police surrounded him. He didn't stop when the police dragged him off of her.

During his arrest, they also impounded a stock pile of guns, machetes, swords, and .... 

electric grease fryers and propane tanks 

...which he was using to build bombs out of.

Can I remind you that it was a grease fryer bomb that blew up my house?

Can I remind you that my doctor was killed when a bomb blew up his office?

Can I point out that Mervin Bruce has a history of building bombs.

And 5 witnesses agreed to press charges that day: the 5 police officers who had tackled him and attempted to pull him off the crippled woman he had hospitalized.

And THAT is when the clan finally stood up and said: enough is enough.

Mervin Bruce was arrested and bail set. A big bail. A huge bail. 

He called his wife Doris (in the hospital from his trying to kill her) and asked her to pay it. She told him to burn in Hell.

He called each of his 6 children and asked them to pay it. They each told him to fuck off and get the hell out of their lives.

He called David and asked his crew to pay it. He reached David's wife, Lucy who very sweetly, in Molly-Mormon politeness, informed Mervin they had cut ties with him, due to his inability to stay out of trouble with the law. As long as you don't get caught, you can do whatever you want, but if you are stupid enough to get caught, then you are on your own, they won't get caught with you.

Joey from Australia got wind of it, through sister Barbie jean and together, paid the bail, AND bought tickets to Australia, EXPECTING to rush Mervin Bruce out of the country the instant he made bail. 

HOWEVER... knowing the family, knowing how insanely difficult it is to pin ANYTHING on ANYONE in the clan, due to the methods they use to avoid arrest while casting suspicion on unsuspecting victims, people who never committed a crime in their life, but get life sentences thanks to the trail of forged documents and false evidence the Atwaters leave behind. Knowing this, knowing how VERY HARD it is to arrest an Atwater in the first place, and now having, not only an Atwater, but one of the clan's primary leaders in custody... the police actually did their research to find out WHICH clan leader they had, and they had a doosy...

Heaven's Gate's Conduit To God himself...

In 1996 Mervin Bruce was squatting on my farm, yet another inverse takeover attempt by him. This time however, would be "the last" or so he said, because he was "on the way out". God's Army was marching through the land, marching to California and he was taking his guns to help sound the charge. He sat on my front lawn, pointing up to the bright blip of light in the sky and said: "There they go now. That's Hale-Bob. You can't see it from here, but in the shadow of it's tail is God and his angels, riding on mothership. They are coming to take us to Planet Kolob."

While we did not know exactly what they were intending to do, we did know the whole kit and kaboodle of them were trekking across the country following a comet that would be the end of everything.

March 1997, Mervin Bruce returned, infuriated. He went through our yard smashing everything he could get his hands on. We had no idea why. We hadn't yet seen the news reports. No one had. It was too soon. No one had found the bodies yet. Mervin Bruce was rampaging around our yard, screaming that it was our fault (me personally, and my parents), our fault that he had "missed his flight", he claimed because he had stayed here so long that night, talking about the comet, that he left too late the next morning to arrive on time in California to kill himself with everyone else. 

The Heaven's Gate Murder Suicide had taken 39 lives, and it would have taken about 200 more, had the Maine compound not arrived a day too late.

How did Saco PD know they had a Heaven's Gate ring leader in lock up? He told them. He told them, as they were arresting him: God had proclaimed his ex-wive must be beaten. God told him to do it. God, who lives on Planet Kolob and flies around on comets. God also told Mervin Bruce that the 39 who died at Heaven's Gate's California division had been deceived, for HaleBop was the wrong comet and Wormwood was the correct comet. Mervin Bruce went on to explain to the Saco police that ex-wife Doris was a non-believer and had to be punished for "leaving the fold" (escaping Heaven's Gate).

And so, as he raved and ranted about aliens, God, Heaven's Gate, comet WormWood, and Planet Kolob, the police hauled him away, set a gigantic bail assuming no one in their right mind was crazy enough to put up that kind of money to let him out, and then got court orders in place, just in case there was someone out their rich enough and stupid enough to pay the bail.

As it turns his, human trafficking, baby dealer brother Joey in Australia, has since started a new scam. One that had made him what he terms "a self made millionaire". Here's what he does:

He goes to eBay, looks for a house for sale. Buy it now. Set price. Copies the listing, creates a new version of it, set it to auction, starting bid $999 with a hidden minimum final price accepted that is at least $100k higher then the original listing's buy it now. Promotes the hell out of "Get a house for as low as $999" all over classifies local to the house location, especially on Craigslist. Then, just as the bidding reaches the end, he closes the auction, deleting the listing off eBay. Contacts the high bid winner outside of eBay to say eBay accident deleted the listing due to server glitches, tells the person to send the cash to him in Australia via his Western Union account. Then, he goes to the REAL listing. Buys the house, and actually does sell the house to the winner, but at $100k higher then the original listing, and thus brings in $100k income every month. 

Technically, no one has been able to arrest him for his house flipping scam, because he actually does get the houses to the buyers, even though he sold them the house before he actually owned it, and so it enters a grey area in legal terms of: Is he selling stolen property or not?

And thus, Mervin Bruce found person both rich enough and deviant enough to pay his bail.

BUT...

As Mervin Bruce was about to escape to Australia with brother Joey, he found himself instead being carted off to a state owned looney bin, where he has the freedom to come and go, BUT has a team of social workers watching his every move.

Mervin Bruce tells his family and friends "I'm in an assisted living home."

And he then tells a boo-hoo sob story of being terminally ill. (He's not.)

Saying they are checking in on his health (they are not.)

The social workers are from the Department of Human Services, their job being to make sure he is not hoarding garbage and not stock piling guns or propane tanks. Should he be caught hoarding garbage anywhere, acquiring more guns, or acquiring more propane tanks, he forfeits his bail and goes back to jail, this time with a prison sentence.

The place he is in... he's there because the FBI has yet to pin point the bombs on him and so he can not yet be sent to prison, however, due to his obsession with Heaven's Gate and long history of hoarding guns, grease fryers, and propane tanks while ranting he's going to be in the army of Armageddon... he's deemed not fit, nor sane, and poses a "critical danger to society" and thus, while free to go in and out of the building as he choices, he can not do so without a social worker in tow to make sure "God" doesn't tell him to kill someone while he's out doing his shopping.

He has also become the FBI's prime suspect in the attack on my motorhome, cats, the house bomb, etc... due to the thousands of death threats on social network posts and emails he himself has sent out.

Have you ever followed me on FaceBook and seen a an account named "Brucie" posting death threats on my profile? That would be my uncle Mervin Bruce.

Have Information? 
Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322 

If you have ANY information about ANY of Mervin Bruce's criminal activities, the FBI is actively seeking any information that could lead to his being put in prison once and for all.

If you have any information about any of this, please call the FBI agent in charge of this investigation Agent Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322 

You CAN remain anonymous.

PLEASE NOTE:

The FBI would ESPECIALLY like to talk to Mervin Bruce's six children, who were in constant daily close contact with his activities. If any of you are reading this and are scared to come forward due to threats on your life, know you CAN request protection. You can do what I did and go to your local court house and request a meeting with the State's Victim Witness Advocate, if needs be they can get you into the Federal Witness Protection Program. 

Services ARE available to help protect you from this monster and his brothers. All you have to do is ask for it. The government (local, state, and federal) IS trying to help get these criminals off the streets. Don't be afraid to help them make life safe for your own children.


King of the Scottish Traveller Crime Family Attacks My Cousin Danny's Farm - Mervin's Older Brother, Slaughters Mervin's Son's Pets Because Danny Allows His Wife To Have A Job


The Gypsy King: Interview W/Gypsy Woman Who Escaped Violent Clan (6 Hour Uncut Version) 




Suppression of Women In Gypsy Culture - No Schools, Not Allowed To Have Jobs, or Freedom To Choose 











Thoughts of Children That Never Were
(Amphibious Aliens Part 2)

The Dreams Of Children That Never Were

Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, was the second Squidoo Lens in the series of Squidoo articles. It was the most controversial and the first to be taken off line. It also remains the most requested and the part of the story that has resulted in the most outreach to me from women claiming to be abductees.

Unknown to me at the time, was how wide spread this phenomena was, or that it was even a phenomena at all.

False Pregnancies 

As mentioned above. When I was a teenager, Etiole started approaching me, purring like a lizard, and rubbing against me.... I soon discovered this to be some kind of a mating ritual, as a few days of doing this progressed to actual sexual advances from him.

The original article on Squidoo, included a section that was titled: Thoughts of Children That Never Were (Amphibious Aliens Part 2). The section was later removed as a result of the multiple physical assaults by men arriving in my yard, at my home, at my workplace, or at various restaurants and libraries I frequent, all of them displaying serious mental disorders, and all of them making sexual advances, varying from lewd comments to outright rape attempts, most notable was the man who attacked me with a 10 inch switch blade in the hallway of my dad's apartment, resulting in the grand jury trial court case so many of you heard about, but never received detail of. 

Guy Gammon, now in prison, was a serial rapists, confirmed to have raped 27 women in Biddeford, Maine alone, bragged to having killed several, and on March 6, 2016, dragged a girl to my dad's apartment building and killed her on the 1st floor.

As it turns out the man made a habit of hunting down women who had alien abduction connections and rared them, he said "on God's comand" in order to "replace the babies aliens had stolen". He killed any woman who fought back.

It was how the FBI got involved and why from August 2013 to October 2016 I was in the Witness Protection Program, while the murder trial was going on.

It is also why n August 2013, this controversial section of the Amphibious Aliens article was removed from the internet.

The problem with Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, was that the perverted men who read it and then arrived at my home, my workplace, and in Guy Gammon's case, at my dad's house, focused only and exclusively on the sexual side of it, and completely over looked the true horror of the article: the disappearance of 7 children.

Now consider this:

The residents of Old Orchard Beach, kidnapped my cats April 10, 2015.

Why?

Ask yourself, why did I have 10 cats to begin with?

And ask yourself, why did they choose Mother's Day, as the day to nail their heads to my door?

I had 10 cats to replace the 7 children.

Seven children that the residents of Old Orchard Beach, believe to be "demon spawn".

And when you consider that, is it than any wonder why the self-proclaimed "demon hunters" of the Town of Old Orchard Beach, targeted my cats, cats they called "familiars", cats they said were "shape-shifter reptilians from the lizard illuminati, disguised as cats and not cats at all"

Is it any real wonder, that after their puting a bomb in my house did not kill Etiole...

after cutting my car in half did not kill Etiole...

after beating my up, paralyzing me for 5 months, leaving me on a cane for the rest of my life, did nothing to drive Etiole out...

after filling my motorhome with thousands of gallons of feces 3 feet deep, did not drive Etiole away...

is it any wonder then, that they next kidnapped my cats and cut their heads off?



The religion crazed, terrorist town of Old Orchard Beach, likes to bill itself as "family friendly" and yet this town runs around doing things like this?

Tell me this:

What is family friendly about building a bomb and blowing up an elderly woman's house?

What is family friendly about a church group cutting up an elderly woman's car while they scream that they are killing a demon?

What is family friendly about a Ku Klux Kan cross standing in elderly woman's rose garden?

What is family friendly about backhoe driving over an elderly woman's house?

What is family friendly about terrorists beating up an elderly woman leaving her paralyzed for 5 months, relearning to walk for 18 months, and crippled for the rest of her life?

What is family friendly about filling an elderly woman's motorhome with feces?

What is family friendly about kidnapping an elderly woman's cats?

What is family friendly about nailing cat heads an elderly woman's door?

Is Old Orchard Beach REALLY a family friendly town? Would YOU want YOUR family living in a town whose residents are so delusional, that they think an elderly homeless man, is a demon, and attack viciously and violently the elderly woman who let him sleep in her car?

And that's not even counting the rapists who crawled out of the woodwork, upon the publication of Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens. 

Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens
(A summery of what it was)

Thoughts of Children That Never Were, refers to the babies that simply disappeared. Seven total. Two confirmed miscarriages and five pregnancies that simply "vanished".

While Guy Gammon and the perverted men who attacked me had focused on the sex references in the article, there was only a couples of lines mentioning this aspect of it at all, with the bulk of the article focused on the children themselves and not the how of how they came about.

I have had strange "dreams" over the years of children that "never were". The dreams progress like a TV show, with the dream occurring rarely, only a few times a year. The earliest ones are of babies being taken. Later me visiting toddlers. Later small children. I can not explain these dreams as they feel very real and do not feel like dreams and feel like I am visiting the children and seeing them grow up. It's the strangest and most bizarre aspect of this whole series of events.

Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, was the story of children being kidnapped, but perverted men and attention seeking women, twisted it into a sexual thing, bringing into the picture, something that was never a part of the original story at all: RAPE.

Men took to attempted rape, proclaiming God told them to, while woman ran around town screaming hysterically that they were being raped by demons. The point of the story was lost in their deviated sexual obsessions. The point being the unexplained disappearance of 7 children.

The article was written in chronological order, starting with detailing the sudden change in Etiole's actions, followed by the miscarriages, and then moving on to what was the bulk of the article: a series of nightmares that went on for years, nightmare which I had referred to as "thoughts of children that never were".

It is very clear from local reaction to the article, that most people only read the first few paragraph of Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, and never read the bulk of the article which went into 10,000 words of detail, into strange out-of-body-style visits to see children, visits that occurred 2 or 3 times a year, with my seeing DOZENS upon DOZENS of stolen children in this strange place, and me being directed specifically to a small group of siblings - 5 girls and 2 boys, who were very obviously the 7 missing children, children who were older, every time I met them.

This section (Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens) included details of Etiole's ever growing sexual obsession with me, along with his change in habits that included his leaving the forest to show up in my garden, follow me around the yard, and begin entering my house. 

He has a curious nature of touching things, every thing, as though he is using his fingers to "listen" to what rocks or flower were saying to him. It was a habit he started doing to me. Simply coming up behind me and gentle placing his fingers on me, later stroking my hair or arms. His obsessively touching me was out of character for his previous actions.

Etiole's initial closeness to me was a result of his worry and concern when I disappeared from my daily visits to the swamp.

He has since referred to me as his mate. The first few paragraphs of the original article on Squidoo dealt with this topic, but because of the reaction by local men like Guy Gammon, this section is being skipped over in this 10th anniversary article, and the details of Etiole's very strange, elaborate, and ritualistic mating habits, no longer to be available online.

Also removed now are details of the pregnancies, Etiole's reaction to them, and the events surrounding the babies that vanished.

We shall instead, move right into what was the bulk of the original article - visiting the children that simply vanished.


While every thing else about Etiole, is things that happened in day time and while awake, Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens dwelt with the curious dreams that plagued my sleep in the days, weeks, months, and eventually years following the miscarriages.

I am someone who keeps dream journals. I have since childhood. Both of my parents did the same thing. It was something I was taught to do as soon as I was old enough to pick up a crayon. This has resulted over the last 5 decades, of me filling hundreds upon hundreds of diaries, journals, and notebooks, with thousands upon thousands of pages of dreams.

Because of this, I am able to tell you pretty much every detail of every dream or nightmare, I have ever had, including to tell you the date, my age, where I was, and often what I had eaten the night before (as my mother had believed you could influence your dream states by what food you ate, thus kept charts of her diet along side graphs of her dreams, a habit I was taught to do as well.)

Most of my dreams are very clearly dreams. There is no mistaking them as visions out out of body experiences. And due to my decades long training in dream rituals, I am also adapt at Lucid Dreaming and Programmed Dreaming (meditating before bed to "program" you mind on what you want to dream about) and Vision Questing or Dream Time Walking (a thing taught to me by my Kickapoo grandmother Grammy Eva, who it was who also gave me the spirit name EelKat, which means "Guided by Eels and Cats" - Eels and Cats being my spirit animals).

Because of the extreme spiritual nature of our culture (We are Gypsies) and my being trained by both grandmothers from the age of 3 years old to be the next "Gypsy Queen" (which means high priestess, more or less and has nothing to do with royalty or politics) I was considered a Spirit Walker by the time I was 4 years old. Which means, someone capable of leaving their body at night, to visit other dimensions or spirit realms.

And so with this in mind, it is important to note that I am trained in the ability to tell the difference between different types of dreams, dream states, etc, and so when these "dreams" began to occurred, they were not something I could explain as, in all my various dream states, I had never encountered anything like them.

The dream events of Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens is something I refereed to as out-of-body experiences, but I don't think that is what they actually were; that is just the closest thing I could find to describe them.

It was almost as if I had been hypnotized and was separated from my body, leaving it behind, to follow some guide, whose face I was never able to see, and take these strange trips to a place very far away, to visit children, whom I did not know.

The most terrifying part of these strange hypnotic, dream like experiences, was the fact that there were so many children in this place, which meant that there were hundreds of women across the planet, like me, whose children had been taken.

There was nothing scary about the "dream states" themselves, and indeed the children were very happy in this place where they were, but the fact remained - there were hundreds of children, meaning some where out there, there were also hundreds of heartbroken mothers, missing their children and I was left wondering - what if they were not like me - what if, they were not being allowed to see their children. It was such a horrible thought, that it turned what was a calm, peaceful, beautiful place, into a horrific nightmare.

Where they were, I do not know.

Every dream started the same way... going into a large house and continually going up one long staircase after another. The entire way there would be meet by various "workers" people doing their various jobs and not really paying any attention to me.

I would always be with someone, following them, but who they were I do not know, I never saw their face, but also never saw reason to fear.

Near the top few stair cases, children would start being seeing, running and playing and chasing each other through the hall ways.

We would reach a place where the house seemed no longer to be a house, the old wooden rooms, gave way to shiny metal-like rooms that were not metal, but rather some sort of highly polished stone, with symbols carved into it.

Beyond there was a tunnel, going away from the building, connecting it to a cave system, which I felt was underground, in spite of having gone up so many stairs to reach it.

For some reason I felt we were inside the heart of a mountain, some sort of inactive, extinct volcano that had been turned into this vast almost city-like place, that was carved entirely out of highly polished stone, which was polished to such an extent that on fist appearance it looked like gleaming silver metal.

I don't know why, but I always felt that this place was in Oregon, somewhere near Crater Lake and Wizard Island. I have never been to the West Coast, so do not know what it looks like or why I thought this is where I was, but I think if I ever saw this location in person, I would recognize it.

We would go through a series of cave like rooms and tunnels, all well lit by blue crystals growing out of the walls, floor, and ceiling. A foggy mist hovered heavily in some rooms and I got the impression that this was caused by some sort of underground water source, possibly a subterranean river or lake. I could hear moving water nearby.

As with the journey up the stair cases, we would pass various workers along the way, and the deeper we went into the cave system, the more numerous the laughing, playing, running children became.

A thing I noticed was the monotone colour of everything. The walls, cieling, and floor were all grey, but this was not unexpected, considering they were all carved out of rock. This of itself would not be considered out of place, given the material used to build these rooms.

However, every one in the rooms, every person we met, from the workers to the children, were dressed in shades of pale blue. All the lights were pale blue. What little furniture there was, was pale blue. And the toys the children had, were also pale blue.

Etiole in his brilliant orange robes and long red coat, stood out dramatically against everyone else in their shades of blue.

There was an indication of rank being displayed in how one dressed, and by what colours one wore. With the working class and the common folk all wearing blue. Different styles, different cuts, different fashions, different shades, but always blue.

And never dark blue. Never midnight or navy. But always periwinkle, dusty blue, sky blue, cerulean, cornflower, robin's egg blue, ocean blue, whisper blue, wedge-wood blue.... always light shades of blue.

I don't know why.

Another thing was women cover their hair. Wearing veils. Many times they have an almost "Catholic nun" look to the style of head covers worn.

And almost everyone, male and female, wear long flowing dresses, robes, caftans. Tight fitting clothes are rarely seen. When someone is wearing tight fitting clothes, the colour is silvery, bluish grey, almost metallic sheen, and these people appear to be doctors and/or scientists.

Military men, like Etiole, wore orange. But the orange is strange, unlike any orange we have, and the material "fluid" not solid, as cloth is. The orange robes Etiole wear, appear to be made out of an everlasting, liquid fire that never burns, is not hot to the touch, and protects him like armor, but doing so without any encumbering heaviness.

The long red coat, seems to be something afforded to him by birth, bloodline. He seems to be royalty of some sort, but on a very low ranking level, not thought of as very important on any political or leadership level, something akin to the youngest son of the youngest son of a prince. Someone who has royal blood and can therefor get away with more things then a commoner can, but other then that has no real importance.

While Etiole is flippant, arrogant, vain, lazy, and selfish, others we met, seem much less so, and have a culture that is focused on duty and hard work.

Like Etiole though, every other person we met has the same quiet, calm, peaceful demenur. Their culture seems very focused on family, with a large emphasis put on the importance of protecting their women and children above all else. Indeed, protecting women and children seems to be the ONLY reason they have an army. Military men, soldiers, guards, are always in every hallway, every room, every area in which you find women and children. Their men are of near paranoid levels of fear, always alert and ready to fight against an attack by The One God terrorist origination.

Their entire culture lives underground, hidden away, in mortal terror of The One God, a viscous terrorist group that raids their homes, rapes their women, slaughters their children, and eats their dead.

Etiole's culture appears to be somewhat of a communist society, where few have any "real" freedom, and your career in life is determined by your blood-line. But it also appears that this was a direct side effect of the constant terrorist attacks they have to live with, at the hands of The One God. Defeating The One God, gaining their freedom, and being able to live normal lives once again, seems to be the primary goal of their people. Keeping their families alive and safe and regaining their freedom from a tyrant, seems to be the ONLY things any of their people live for.

These are the things that stood out to me, as we wandering through the cave system that made up their home.

We would eventually come to a very large cave like room, again lit by the blue glowing crystals, and this room also had huge stalagmites and stalagmites, rising from the ground and hanging from the ceiling. In here is were the majority of the children were. It seemed to be a playroom, a vast open place were all the children gathered to play.

The children varied in ages from toddlers to teenagers, boys and girls, of various races and colours, but the majority of them appeared to be Caucasian. Nearly all of them had very pale, platinum blond hair, and all of them had either brilliant unnaturally blue eyes, or dark, equally unnaturally black eyes. There was no indication that the children were not well cared for and all of them seemed very happy.

It was always my feeling that who ever it was who was raising these children, they deeply loved them and took very good care of them and would do everything they could to protect them.

As I had said before, this place was a good place, it's only fault, being the lingering fact that so many children were here, meaning that some where, there were as many mother mourning their children.

Beyond this point, the dreams are always different - the children are older, doing different things, learning different things, wearing different clothes, etc. New children will have arrived, older children will have moved on and no longer be here.

The trip to this place is nearly identical every time. The actual visit is always different.

These dream states always end the same way... with me being taken to one group of children in particular - the 7 siblings - 5 sisters and 2 brothers... I wake up knowing more happened beyond this point, but never remembering what. There is always the sense that I was there to visit them and that I had been there for quite a long time, but all I can remember is fog. I can not remember their names or what they said or what we did.

The original article Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, was much longer and went into much more detail. It detailed each of these out-of-body experience states in detail, giving charts of the dates they took place, and describing in detail the surroundings, the people, the children, and the technology I encountered in each visit.

What is Etiole?
Is he amphibious? Is he alien?
Does it even matter?

While he's very, very small, only about 4'8" tall, and probably only around 70lbs, he's incredibly strong, much, much, much stronger then he looks or then his size would indicate. His grip strength is like a pythons. I doubt a full sized Human male could match him in strength.

It was during this time period (Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens) that I first noticed his skin has the rubbery texture of a salamander, along with the wet sliminess of a frog.

His fingers are tipped with sharp talon like claws, and instead of "human teeth" he has many shark-like rows of tiny, razor sharp piranha-like teeth. I think, had I meet him when I was older, rather then as a toddler, I probably would have been terrified of him and run away screaming, but the fact that I was used to seeing him in the swamps every day since I was 4 years old, I've never had any fear of him and always looked to him, simply as "my friend."

It is likely that I would never have noticed the strange texture of his skin, had he not started making physical contact with me. His skin is not thin like a Human's, but rather very thick and I would think quick difficult to cut. It feels almost armored, but is not scaled.

This went on for years. We being in a place extremely isolated from civilization, and my family being so extreme in the off-grid prepper lifestyle, I had absolutely no contact with people until I was 31 years old. I being raised by parents who were nearly hermits themselves, and my not having contact with humans on any level at all prior to the 2005 invasion from MUFON.

So from the time I was 8 till 31, Etiole was the only person I had any regular contact with and I never thought of him as NOT being a person, NOT being Human... until 2005 when MUFON people started showing up in my yard looking to catch him. Which was an absolutely terrifying event, when you stop to consider, they were acting like he was some kind of wild animal and I'd never once considered the fact he might not be Human at all.

You must consider here, that with Etiole my only person of contact for so many decades, right from early childhood, and HUMANS being very bizarre, strange, and alien to me - this 2005 invasion of MUFON people was an utterly terrifying event as I had no previous contact with HUMANS and absolutely no knowledge of how to interact with these horrific MONSTROUS CREATURES (humans) that had invaded my farm.

In 2010 a local church group arrived and cut my car in half while screaming that they were killing a demon and had to kill the car in order to kill the demon... and this was my second interaction with these vile, evil creatures that called themselves humans

When people call me a feral child raised in the forest with no human contact - they aren't joking.

And when I tell you I do not view Humans as anything but vile evil monsters who do nothing but kill, steal, and destroy... I'm not joking either.

In my entire life, I have NEVER ONCE had an encounter with a Human that DID NOT involve them barging into my farm, violently, without permission, and leaving a trial of death and destruction behind.

I have had not ONE single SOLITARY encounter or experience with a human to tell me that they are anything other then horrific monsters, scum of the earth, vile creatures who do nothing but destroy everything in their path.

I can list EVERY ONE of my encounters with the evil creatures that call themselves human:

When they invaded to try to capture Etiole in 2005.

When they invaded to blow up my house with a bomb in 2006.

When they invaded to cut my car in half in 2010.

When they invaded to drive a back hoe over my house 2013.

When they invaded to beat me up and cripple me 2013.

When they invaded to fill my motorhome with feces 2015.

When they invaded to kidnap my cats and cut their heads off 2015.

When they invaded to scream "too gay for Old Orchard Beach" while shooting gun and threatening to kill me in 2016.

I'm afraid you're gonna have a very hard time proving to me that there is such a thing out there as a human who is kind, loving, peaceful, non-violent, non-destructive, or non-evil.

You call Etiole evil. You call him a demon, but do you even know the definition of a demon?

Demon: noun: a creature that comes in the night to kill, steal, and destroy.

Demon:

 noun: a creature that comes in the night to kill, steal, and destroy.

Who is it, who comes in the night, to 146 Portland Avenue, armed with guns, here to kill, steal, and destroy?

It's NOT Etiole.

It's YOU.

YOU humans are the ones killing.

YOU humans are the ones stealing.

YOU humans are the ones destroying.

And that makes YOU, not Etiole, the demons of Old Orchard Beach.

You want to hunt demons? Try looking in the mirror, because you ARE the very thing you hunt: a creature that lurks in the night, killing, stealing, and destroying.

Etiole has never hurt any one, neither have I.

By their fruits, yeah shall know them. You've proven by your actions, just exactly who and what you are.

Etiole is kind, gentle and loving. 

While Etiole is healing injured animals in the forest, what YOU doing? Cutting up my cats and sending them home in pieces. 

It's YOU who are monsters, not Etiole.



In recent years, as a result of locals attacking my car in an attempt to kill Etiole, I have asked Etiole what it is, exactly that he is (something I had never thought to do before, because, like I said, I grew up with him, just there all the time, and so never thought of him as NOT Human, until locals attacked my car while screaming that they were killing a demon.

According to him, he's what Humans call an Archangel, though, what most humans think archangels is, is wrong, according to him.

Etiole says his name is actually Ertael not Etiole and that he comes from the future, from a time when the Human race has evolved into what he is. He said we (Humans) progressed too far and destroy ourselves with a weapon that kills all life - kills all plants, all animals, all women, all children, and most all males, save a few "super soldiers" who survive due to experiments that scientists had done on them

He says most of them are sterile, only a few, like himself are able to reproduce, and are used as "breeders" with humans from the past. He said the ones who are sterile are called Archangels and the ones used as breeders are called Watchers.

The Watchers who abandoned the mission were tortured and punished (thus the scars and tattoos on his body) and cast out, and are now called Grigori. He says he used to have blue wings covered in blue feathers, but that the other archangels ripped his wings off while punishing him. He says he's exiled because left the mission, and in hiding from the other archangels. He says because of the war that killed all life, the archangels are cannibals, Humans being their primary source of food. They wanted to enslave Humans as a food source.

He says the Watchers, however being able to breed with the Humans took many Humans as wives and fought against Michael because they refused to eat the Humans. He calls the Bible a great deception, a cook book, meant to enslave Humans to angels who are great deceivers and seek only to enslave and eat Humans.

I don't know if his story is true or not, if he is what he claims to be, or is he just, as I had thought he was: an old homeless man who is horribly disfigured? I don't know. MUFON people think he is an amphibious alien and tell me they think I am an abductees. I don't know what to think.

If what Etiole says is true, they, his people, are not aliens, but rather are Humans from the distant future who have evolved into 2 factions: one that is sterile and eats Humans to survive, and one that is able to reproduce but are all male and so take Human females in order to repopulate the future Earth after some sort of war that killed off the females and left most male sterile.

I do not believe it was an alien abduction, but most people whom I've told the story to, believe Etiole is what they call a "Draco Reptilian", they point out the references I made to snakes, pythons, and salamanders when talking about him, and that he has white skin and blue eyes, plus he sometimes tells of how he used to have blue wings covered in blue feathers, which MUFON people tell me is a common trait among "Royal Reptilians". And according to the MUFON people - breeding Reptilian-Human-Hybrid and then taking the babies away, is exactly what Royal Draco Reptilians do.


Etiole with his son Phozeen












Because of the horrific, violent attacks by rapist men of Biddeford, Maine and the onslaught of deranged women claiming to be raped by Etiole, as a result of their reading this original article, I will not be putting Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, back online.

It was due to the terrifying response, from perverted, sexually deviant men, who suddenly came out of the woodwork to plague my life, that was the reason for this entire section of the article being removed from Squidoo.

Just as me writing an article is not an open invitation for MUFON to arriving in my yard uninvited, so to is it not an open invitation for men to crawl off the streets and demand sex. In both cases, I was astounded to discover that such simple minded, illogical, inconsiderate, self centered people existed.


An additional side effect arose from the Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens, section of the Squidoo article, which was the sudden rise of women throughout the area, most notably in the neighbouring city of Biddeford, Maine, suddenly coming forward with nightmarish tales of being raped by an Incubus and claiming it was Etiole.

It seemed that once the article went viral, everyone suddenly wanted in on the action...

Curiosity seekers were flooding into my yard, trespassing and destroying property in the search for an EBE, while low IQ sexual deviants were making unwanted sexual advances at me, and mass hysteria women were running around proclaiming they had been raped by a demon.

I have often said that Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford was populated largely by simpletons with low IQs and not enough brains to think for themselves, and they certainly proved it with there over the top dramatic response to the amphibious aliens Squidoo article.

Of course, what can you expect from a mill town that also proudly brags to having the highest incest rate of any town in the country?

And HOW is having the highest incest rate of any town in the country something to be proud of?

 - Did I mention the abnormal prevalence of abnormally low IQs in the area? According to the census.gov census of 2007 - the average IQ of Biddeford is 75. Ouch. In a town of 26,000 residents. That in itself speaks volumes.

You know what else speaks volumes? The fact that when the state mental health institute Pineland Center shut down, they simply opened their doors and let straight jacketed padded cell loony bin patients walk free - straight into Biddeford.

Welcome to York County, Maine, where raving lunatics who really are escaped from a looney bin, walk the streets.

It is utterly terrifying, the thought that there exist so many deranged lunatics, formerly interred in an insane asylum, many of whom are registered sex offenders - a fact that police deliver door to door in flyers, are now wandering lose on the streets. It is a constant dread for the residents of Biddeford to have the police knocking on their door, to hand out the flyers of the latest registered sex offenders in the neighborhood. (Biddeford has more registered sex offenders than any other town in Maine, the majority of them former Pineland Center patients.)

I was not aware of this fact, prior to the publication of Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens. The article was picked up by some local group that was promoting local/Maine authors and promoted in the area, thus it reached a lot of local people who normally did not browse sites like Squidoo.

This in turn brought wide spread attention to the article in the city of Biddeford, where I would learn that a local behavioral health group meeting, had used it for some sort of session, resulting in a half-way house, 2 blocks from my dad's apartment building, focusing on it at group discussions. A group that included Guy Gammon, and nearly a dozen other men, all registered sex offenders, all walking distance from my dad's building (where I went daily to visit my dad) and all of whom, deciding together, "Hey, that bitch must want to be raped, let's gang rape her." Resulting in the attack at my dad's apartment building, which in turn resulted in the Grand Jury til court case that I was involved in.

This entire situation was the most terrifying thing I've ever encountered. My dad, fortunately lives across the street from the Biddeford police department and I ran there, escaping my attackers who the police arrested within 15 minutes of the attack.

These men attacked me, armed with knives. A premeditated attack, in which they hide under the stairwell of my dad's building, waiting for me to arrive. All because some group session they attended, a group session they were required to attend due to their registered sex offender status, had used my article Thoughts of Children That Never Were: Part 2 of Amphibious Aliens in one of it's sessions, and the idiotic social worker had proudly boasted it was written by a local author who, hey lives down the street.













More Strangeness Arises As Women Crying Demon Rape Come Forward

The Incubus Attacks

Etiole is extremely sexual, in an almost predatory way, but is he as sexual as women began to claim?

As Etiole became bolder, leaving the swamps and coming out into the open on frequent occasions, more and more people began to report sightings of him. Up and down the Saco River, throughout the Blueberry Plains of Old Orchard Beach, in and around the Scarborough Marsh, more and more tourists began reporting sightings of a strange albino, a tiny little man, no bigger then a child, with strange big eyes, and vicious looking teeth.

And yet... the Etiole I know, has a mortal fear of Humans, scampering deeper into the forests at any hint of Human arrival. He never leaves the swamps. Only ventures into the river at night under the cover of darkness, and spends the bulk of his days, savaging for food, in between sleeping, curled up in his dens.

Reports of Incubus attacks began to rise as well. Women claiming a demon raped them at night, began to show up on every corner in Southern Maine, as the mass hysteria of amphibious aliens began to spread throughout York County, Maine.

With Richard Merlin sending MUFON to Maine in search of this mysterious EBE, a weird mass hysteria began to spread around the region, with hundreds of people suddenly coming forward with wild stories, claiming they too had encountered Etiole, and in most cases, they told violent tales of abduction and rape.

While these women pointed their deranged hysterical fingers at Etiole, there is no evidence that Etiole was what they encountered, and more disturbingly, most evidence pointed to them making up their attacks simply to get attention, with most of them unable to provide any details NOT found in the Amphibious Aliens article.

Many details about Etiole were NOT included in the article that appeared on Squidoo in 2007.

The details that did appear were the ones written to dispute the lies that had appeared in articles written by my uncle.


Strangely, most of the women who came forward to accuse Etiole of being a sex crazed demon on a raping spree, gave details of his physical appearance that appeared in Richard Merlin's articles and not the ones found in my Squidoo lens, further proving they were lying and had never encountered the so called amphibious alien at all.

When asked about his gills, a very prominent part of his physiology, they were quick to describe them in completely the wrong place, no where's near where they actually are, or to say he had none at all.

When asked to describe his fins, again, they either described something not at all like him or said their were none. The problem with this is his fins are so huge, so cumbersome for him, that they get in the way of everything he does, and it's a problem that gets in the way of his ability to easily copulate with a human... the fins are huge, and you are going to notice them. It's not possible to not notice them.

They likewise could not describe the many hundreds of disfiguring scars that cover almost every inch of his body.

When questioned as to his very distinctive sexual vocalizations (the purring and chirping mentioned earlier) not one of them had any idea of such a thing... but then again, this was not mentioned in the original article, and NOTHING that was not in the original article, was found in ANY of their reports.

Interestingly - they all reported him speaking in English, something he has very limited ability to do. English is not his first language. He has a very distinctive European accent. Near as I can tell his native tongue sounds like a mixture of French and some Ancient Dialect of Hebrew. He has very little ability to either speak or understand English. 

When he speaks it is very obvious that he has gone decades in silence (which causes damage to the muscles in one's throat, effecting one's voice - medical fact - it results in the voice being excessively quiet and unable to be raised above a whisper.) His voice is very, very, very, very quiet. Barely above a whisper. He has to extremely close to you, for you be able to pick up any sounds out of him at all.

It should be noted that most of these women reported their attacker as speaking and speaking fluently in American English and also as yelling, giving loud orders, and making demands. Yet, Etiole is not physically capable of raising his voice or barking out the commands the women described. And, a two year old can speak better English then he can.

And he rarely speaks with spoken words. As mentioned earlier, he had a language of chirps and purrs, mixed with body movements, that makes up the bulk of his communication. He sounds somewhat like a cross between a cat, a bird, a lizard, and a chipmunk when communicating.

None of them could describe his webbed hands.

None of them encountered the throaty, growling purr, the very distinctive sound caused by air being forced through his gills, a sound that is similar to that of how lizards purr during mating.

They could not describe the gills, what they looked like or where they were.

They could not describe his fish like fins, their colour, their texture, or their placement,

Most importantly, when asked:

"Did he have any tattoos?"

They all said:

"No."

Usually added with a laugh, something along the lines of:

"Aliens don't have tattoos!"

Really? Etiole does. Of course, I keep saying over and over again that he's not an alien, but who ever listened and heard what I said before?

Not mentioned in either article, not in Richard Merlin's or mine, is the fact that Etiole has tattoos. Several of them. To date every woman claiming to be attacked and raped by him, has said that whatever attacked them, DID NOT have tattoos.

While some of his tattoos have since been mentioned in various videos, not all of his tattoos have ever been described, and he has one very large, very distinctive one, that no one who ACTUALLY has seen him, could mistake or somehow miss seeing. To date, no women claiming to have been attacked by him, has ever mentioned this large, massive work of art, that covers a large portion of his body.

The other glaring fact came, when these women were asked to describe what an uncircumcised penis looks like, or more specifically, what Etiole's uncircumcised hemipenis looks like.

All of them gave descriptions of HUMAN penises and circumcised penises, and in most cases abnormally large penises, with all of them admitting they did not know what an uncut penis looked like as none of them had ever seen one.

Some facts to consider, is:

ONE: Etiole is uncut, his penis sheathed and only visible when erect

TWO: Etiole does not have a penis, he has a hemipenis and as such his "penis" does not resemble that of a Human's at all

THREE: even when erect and on display, his penis is abnormally small

FOUR: he has scars, that are very distinctive and effect his ability to have sex




Etiole asleep on the mossy bank of Bachelder Brook,

Ross Forest, Old Orchard Beach, Maine


Note the feathery fins on his arms, legs, back, and sides.

When dry they hang to his sides in draped folds, like silken cloth; when wet they fan out like giant sails, expanding far larger then they appear to be when dry.

He claims to have had six matching wings as well, the same colour and texture, and covered with soft feathers.  When spread each wing was about 10 feet in length, giving him a 20 foot wingspan when fully unfurled.

Notice also the tattoos on his arms, shoulders, thighs, and face.




No fins.

No tattoos.

A very inaccurate description of his genitals.

And they expect me to believe they are referencing him?

I don't think so.


The other thing to consider is his age. 

While I do not know how old he is, Etiole is a very old man. Elderly. He is very, very, very old.

And in recent years, no longer moves around much. His joints hurt. His muscles ache. His movements indicate arthritis setting in. He's also going blind.

To think that an elderly man who likely in his late 80s or early 90s, and hasn't left the forest in decades due to a crippling fear of contact with humans, is able to physically or emotionally go running around to dozens of houses each night, raping women in a range that covers as much as 14 miles in a single night, is ludicrous at best.

It bothers me quite a lot, that soon as people found out he was out there, suddenly throngs of women were coming forward with stories of rape and blaming him.

Indeed, what most of these women described was a young, viral merman with jumbo sized cock, that completely lacked a foreskin. They often described a man much larger, much taller, and much more well muscled. Their descriptions were better fitting of Fabio or Arnold's version of Conan the Barbarian, and clearly were fantasy driven, not describing any real man you'd likely find around here, and certainly not matching the description of a four foot eight inch tall man who is almost a midget and doesn't weigh as much as a Golden Retriever, and closer resembles a skeleton then a barbarian.

That these women seemed more like they WANTED to have been raped by an alien, was the most utterly disturbing part of their stories of all.




According to Etiole, only Angels with an alliance to The One God terrorist organization are circumcised. It is how to tell the Angels of The One God from the Angels of Azazel.

The circumcised angels are sterile, thus why they were circumcised.

The Watchers & Grigori were left uncircumcised so that they could be used as breeders in an Earth re-population program.

If you want to know if you are dealing with a "Fallen Angel" or not - check to see if they are circumcised or not.

Etiole claims to be an Archangel.

He is also uncircumcised and admits having had alliance to Azazel, but now swears alliance to no one, wanting simply the freedom to be left alone.

Etiole is in fact what most people would term "A Fallen Angel"

And as most people believe the Fallen Angels to be "Demons", he is by Fundamentalist Christian definition a "Demon", though the original non-religious, pre-Paradise Lost meaning of the word "Demon" is something completely different.


I think one of the most alarming discoveries from all of this was the fact that in America, an uncut penis is so rare, that the average woman has never seen one and could not describe one, and these same women, when shown a picture of one, were shocked and dumbfounded, by the discovery that an uncut penis is hidden from view in a sheath, and that circumcision is much more then "cutting off a flap" but rather the full removal of a rather large section of skin.

In the course of talking to these women, a common phrase for them to say was "but I thought it was just a flap on the end! I had no idea what a foreskin looked like!"

I think the thing I found most disturbing was the fact that so many women were willing to come forward in bold faced lies, just because they thought it would get them in my next article. Did they really think, someone who knows Etiole as well as I do, wouldn't be able to see through their lies and pick them apart?

I've lived with this man for almost 50 years now - do you really think I put every single detail of him, his body, and his habits, in one single article online?

I seek out people who actually have encountered Etiole, not delusional liars making up tales to get in an article. Sorry, but you're gonna have to do better then that.


But all of this begs the question:

What if they were not lying? What if they were telling the truth?

What if, something, similar to Etiole, was in fact on a sex crazed woman raping spree here in York County, Maine?

That would mean that Etiole is not alone. Or at least that he is not the only one of his kind in this area.

And that is a fact to consider as well...

There have been sightings attributed to being Etiole, up and down the coast, throughout New England, and all the way up through Canada. Sightings that have been happening since the 1500s.

The fact remains, Etiole can always be found in a very small 26 acre area and has never been seen by me outside of this small area that seems to be his territory. I can find him every single day, if I make an effort to do so.

And so if he never leaves this one, rather tiny spot, what then is it that other people are seeing in areas as far south as Florida and as far north as Newfoundland?

Others like him.

Etiole has said, there are more out there. He doesn't know where they are and he doesn't care. He does not want to see them and does not want to be around them. He has said many times that he was exiled by his people, that they forced him to watch while they murdered his wives and children, that they tortured him and brutalized him on levels that are horrific.

Etiole himself has always remained gentle and peaceful with me, but I have seen his temper, his jealousy, his possessiveness, his territorial nature, and the fact that when cornered, he does stop running and turn to fight.

While he is smaller and weaker then others of his kind, (according to him) I don't think any Human would stand a chance one on one against him. He is deceptively strong, and his claws and fangs are very clearly made for ripping through flesh.

Etiole himself remains peaceful, until backed into a corner. But it appears this is not the norm for his species and that others of his kind are quick to extreme violence.

And so, we have to ask: Is there another creature, like Etiole, in the area, one that is violent and does rape women left and right? It is defiantly a possibility.












The Craziest of The Crazies:
Kendra Silvermander

The Woman Who Claims To Actually BE Etiole

In 2007 when I published Amphibious Aliens to Squidoo, I never could have imagined the many reactions the various readers would have, nor could I have ever dreamed that someone as psychotic as Kendra Silvermander existed.

You know you are dealing with a raving lunatic when a woman comes forward calling herself The Silver Salamander and claiming not to have seen Etiole, but rather, to actually BE him.

While other women were claiming to have been raped by the silver salamander of Old Orchard Beach, there arouse one women, who made the claim that she actually was The Silver Salamander.

Meet Kendra Silvermander, the most insane UFO nut I ever encountered.




Kendra Silvermander: The Woman Who Claims To Be Etiole












Time Travelling Vampires? What? I'm a Time Travelling Vampire Stealing Books From The Future To Publish In The Past? What?!?!?












A Golden Rooster, A Silver Salamander, Lobsters, & Lenny The Moose:

My First Introduction To Kendra












Lobsters! Lobsters! Lobsters! Lobsters! LOOOBSTEEEEEERS!

I Finally Meet Kendra Silvermander Face To Face












Art Bell, David Ike, Lobsters, The Illuminati, & Visits To Hell

OoooH Boy! Kendra Is Crazier Then I Thought She Was












Wait - The Travelling Shovel of Death?

How did she know my uncle's shovel?

Is Kendra Silvermander One of The White Monkey Children?












The NaNoWriMo ML's Reign of Terror:

National Novel Writing Month'S Bomb Building, Cat Murdering, Etiole Impersonating Municipal Liasion












Kendra Tries To Kill Me












Kendra Arrives In My Yard (September 2016)












Kendra Arrives At My Dad's House (October 2016)












Again (November 2016)












And Again (November 2016)












Do You Know Who Kendra Silvermander Is?


The FBI Needs Your Help To Capture This

EXTREMELY DANGEROUS Stalker

Wanted for attempted murder, 10 years of stalking, building the bomb that blew up my house & murdering my cats.

If you have any information about the identity of this

seriously Mentally Deranged Criminal 

Please Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer
@ (207) 774-9322












When Demons Attack...

The Death Toll Rises...
Old Orchard Beach, The Town That Believes
They Are Being Killed Off By A Demon

It has become clear in recent years that Etiole thinks of me as his mate and becomes very protective of me. And because of this, rumors have surfaced around the terror crazed town of Old Orchard Beach - rumors which claim either Etiole or my car (depending on who is telling you the story) is responsible for, at last count, 47 deaths... this is triggered by the fact that these 47, now dead residents of Old Orchard Beach, supposedly somehow did something intended to hurt me. (Though if they did, I was never made aware of it.)

It is the 47 very violent deaths of people whom have supposedly hurt me in the past decade, that has caused sheer terror in the hearts of locals in Old Orchard Beach.

Deaths that in every case have been due to being struck by lightening, being crushed by trees that crashed down on top of them, and the bizarre number of people whom have lost their heads in freak accidents -

driving their cars under 18 wheelers

or driving their ATVs under barbed wire

and leaving their heads behind.

Uhm...

oooo kaaaay...

You do realize you people sound absolutely insane when you run around saying my car or a demon or whatever is on a killing spree around town, right?

I'm sorry, but could some one please explain to me, how it is exactly that Etiole is supposedly killing everyone with lightening bolts?

The fact remains, again, as with everything else, the deaths all had simple, logical, scientific explanations, none of which had anything to do with me, my car, or Etiole at all. It is stupid, superstitious people with low IQs, looking for connections that aren't there. In most cases, the people who died, I had never heard of prior to their deaths and in nearly every case I was unaware that any of them had ever done anything to or against me or Etiole. 

In fact, I can not prove a connection between any of the people who died and me or Etiole at all!

So how then am I being called a witch casting death spells and sending demons to kill people?

I don't know.

You'll have to go ask the people who are running around the terror crazed town of Old Orchard Beach saying these things. I'm sure somewhere in their conspiracy filled brains they've got an answer for you. I'm just not insane enough to be able to decipher the cryptic messages God is sending them.

And so, I remain clueless as to how it is me or Etiole have supposedly killed these several dozen people by tossing lightening bolts at them. I've yet to figure out how it is, me or Etiole are supposed to be able to capture lightening bolts to begin with. Don't we have to catch them before we throw them at people? Or are these silly residents of Old Orchard Beach also suggesting that I somehow am able to make the lightening bolts before sending Etiole off to shoot them t people?

When you really stop and look at the rumors these people are spreading about me, you can start to see just how very mentally handicapped these people really are.

Heads continue to roll down Old Orchard Beach's bloody streets, as headless bodies are ever on the rise, and every one of them being some one who some how hurt me.

More bizarre then the uncanny amount of lightening strikes and beheadings that surround me is the fact that every death of all 47 people, has happened on exactly 7 years from the date they committed whatever hate crime act of violence they committed.

Or so say the people who said a demon killed them.

I've yet to determine who these dead people are, what exactly they supposedly did to me 7 years before they died, and how it is me or Etiole is to blame for the deaths of total strangers I have never heard of before.

Demons? Aliens?
Are you sure it's not just all those drugs you are on? Old Orchard Beach is the Opium and Heroine capital of New England after all...

Was I abducted by aliens, amphibious aliens,
as these deranged drug addicted lunatics
calling themselves MUFON claimed I was?

The people calling themselves MUFON, never seem to bother getting their heads out of their asses, long enough to ask if I thought I was abducted or not. No, they just jump right into the conversation with their heads stuffed full of delusions and false assumptions and never once stop to consider the fact that my uncle might have lied to them.

MUFON: Before being abducted, did you have prior knowledge of the phenomena? Where you a skeptic? A believer? Clueless? Something else?

No. None. I had uncles who were well versed in such things, but they had been out of my life since I was a small child,, so before MUFON people arrived in my yard I had no knowledge of aliens and abductions.

But can you see HOW the question was worded?

Before being abducted,

Not: 

Where you abducted?

They jump right in, assuming my uncle told the truth. Assuming I had any clue what they were talking about.

I was never kidnapped. I can't figure out why they said I was. Do they even know what the word abducted means? That is what I said to them...

MUFON: Before being abducted, did you have prior knowledge of the phenomena? Where you a skeptic? A believer? Clueless? Something else?

ME: I was never kidnapped. I think you've mistaken me with someone else.

MUFON: I didn't ask if you were kidnapped. What are you talking about?

ME: You accused me of being abducted. Abducted is another word for kidnapped. What are you talking about?

They were overjoyed to interview me and I was clueless as to why they were even in my yard.

They babbled nonsense of talking reptiles, reticulains, small greys, tall greys, and amphibious aliens, and I jut stood there clueless not knowing a single word they were saying. 

A grey?

A grey what?

A grey rabbit?

A grey cat?

A grey goose?

A grey horse?

A grey car?

A grey house?

They weren't making any sense. There are lots of grey things out there and any one of them can be tall or small. Who are these people and what are they talking about and why are they in my yard?

When I discovered it was Richard Merlin Atwater who was sending these people to my yard, I said to him:

"Stop sending your MUFON people to my yard, you idiot. Aliens aren't real. Try using your brain for once. You have a brain, use it or lose it."

A line that he would put in letters, emails, forum posts, and blog posts by the thousands, all while proclaiming I was a witch and had put a death spell on him... with him ending his rants every time by saying:

"You wait and see! She'll send that demon to kill me! It's gonna take my brain! Watch and see if I don't die from losing my brain! You heard it here! RMA Out."

September 11, 2013
The 7 Year Anniversary of The Arrival of MUFON In My Yard

Shock waves sent terror through the town of Old Orchard Beach, when September 11, 2013, exactly 7 years from the day he had sent MUFON to my yard, news went out, that Richard Merlin Atwater was dead.

Dead, ironically - from literally losing his brain.

September 11, 2013, doctors announced Richard Merlin Atwater had died from a brain tumor that had over night doubled in size, causing his brain to rupture, exploding inside of his head. As he predicted, he died from losing his brain.

The words "You have a brain, use it or lose it," were suddenly on every tongue. And the residents of the terror crazed town, once again gave rise to rumors of curses, witches, witchcraft, and the fact that the demon wasn't dead as they had believed. Killing the car to kill the demon, had not worked. Their mission to slaughter the demon had failed. And now with Richard Merlin Atwater, himself dead, a brand new wave of fear mongering rose up among the religion crazed simpletons of Old Orchard Beach.

Richard Merlin Atwater's death at exactly 7 years after sending MUFON to my yard, his death being caused by his brain exploding inside his skull, being the death that triggered many into the violent cat murdering frenzy they took immediately following my uncle's bizarre death.

January 26, 2017 - Seven Years After The Car Was Cut In Half
The Old Orchard Beach Town Counsel Is Now Dropping Like Flies

The most recent deaths to occur came January 2017, when the members of Old Orchard Beach Town Council, who were involved in my car being cut in half May 10, 2017, were found dead, exactly 7 years from the date they mailed out the $25,000 blackmail threats to local church members, inciting them into the infamous car vandalizing frenzy. 

I am writing this, March 4, 2017, one day after the wild freak storm that hit Old Orchard Beach, all 13 pine trees on the town manager's front lawn were downed by lightening last night, and the woman who physically cut the car in half, today finds a giant oak tree shattered across her yard. 

Well, if what the locals are saying this week is true, then it is safe to say that Etiole is pissed and wants his car back and now that 7 years has passed, will continue to lash out in this manner on every one involved until the car is returned...

...and if he's this angry over the car... how will he respond at the 7th anniversary of the cats being kidnapped and murdered?

Did you think about that?

We are now ushering in the 7th anniversary of the destruction of the car, I doubt his anger we see now is anything more then, just the beginning, and I await to see what he does in 2022 at the 7th anniversary of the cats.

I pity any one foolish enough to anger an archangel, even a demonic one.

Especially a demonic one.

Did people really think, they could kill an archangel?

Did they really think, the very same angel who rained brim stone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, wouldn't do the same thing to them?

For all their quoting of Bibles and waving Bibles in the air, perhaps, they should have taken the time to sit down and read it, especially those lines about one of God's bitchiest hot tempered angels, known in the Bible as Ertael The Avenging Angel, who had one assignment: watch over the Humans and punish any one who hurts women and children.

My question is, if they REALLY BELIEVE this load of bullcrap and REALLY do think that he's killing off everyone who's ever hurt me, striking them down at exactly 7 years - then WHY are they trying to hurt me to begin with? I mean, they already know what he'll do to them in 7 years, so, why not just leave me alone?

Maybe they should try reading those Bibles instead of waving them in the air like flags.

I've read the King James Bible 31 times, cover to cover like a novel, in addition to daily studies of it and weekly Sunday School classes besides. And that's just the KJV. I've read 16 other translations as well.

Oh, and...did you also know I'm an ordained minister? I don't suppose you took your heads out of your asses long enough to notice that part did you?

Did they think of that while they were sitting there coming up with these conspiracies about a man, who in all likelihood is nothing more then a very crippled and seriously deformed 90 year old Holocaust survivor hiding in the woods because he's scared out of his mind?












The Strange Tattoo: A Reptillian Insignia?

David Ike and the Lizard Illuminati

I laughed at the belief MUFON people have, claiming Etiole is an alien.

I laughed when they compared him to Reticulians, the Greys, the talls and the smalls.

I laughed in the face of the Pleiadian Channelers and their ludicrous brain zapped messages of woe...

And then came David Ike and the Lizard Illuminati...

There is no one on the planet more worthy of being laughed at then David Ike.

At first I laughed at David Ike.

And I laughed at the Lizard Illuminati.

The idea of a race of super powerful lizards controlling the planet was beyond insanity.

I thought David Ike a raving lunatic...

Until I one day received an email...

from a very frightened woman...

a woman with a story...

of a blue eyed, white skinned, blue winged alien... with a strange and very distinctive tattoo.

For the first time in 5 decades, I was about to encounter a woman with a story very similar to my own... a woman who took a walk in the woods and stumbled upon a den full of bones, and a blue eyed, white skinned creature, with a very familiar tattoo...

A Hiking Trip Gone Bad

I will not publish her name or identifying details of her story, but here is a summary of the story she told...

One day while hiking in the mountains with a friend, she spotted a cave in the distance. While her friend stopped to rest, she went on to get a closer look at the cave, a cave full of bones, a den, not unlike the one I had found Etiole in.

In this cave she encountered a creature, with snake like scales on albino white skin, brilliant blue eyes, and blue feathers on his back, that hung like a cape, but she said, could have been wings folded back.

She said he was not alone, and was giving orders to others, alligator like lizard men with green scales and yellow eyes.

Her story took a dark turn, when she said they turned and saw her watching them, and the white one gave orders to attack, she then being captured by the green ones and raped repeatedly over and over again by all of them, while the white one laughed in sadistic glee.

The woman said, her friend later found her in the desert not far from the hiking trail and that she has since developed agoraphobia, refusing to leave her house for fear of getting close to the cave that is so near her home.

It was the first time I had encountered another person who was describing events similar to my own. But in all the times people have come to me with similar tales, this one alone, is the only time, any one described the one detail, I left out when describing Etiole...

A tattoo.

A very distinctive tattoo, one that looks like some sort of military insignia. A branding that marks him very clearly, as a high ranking military officer.

The white skinned, blue eyed, blue feather Reptiillian this woman described, had many similarities to Etiole including, the exact same tattoo.

I stopped laughing at David Ike's Reptillian Illuminati that day.

For the first time, I looked into the alien abduction possibility, and found some startling things I had not expected to find...

...stories of two armies, fighting for Earth

...one army divided, now fighting each other

...one army that wants to eat humans

...a second army that wants to breed humans

...both armies led by white skinned, blue eyed, blue feathered overlords known as "Royal Draco Reptillians"

Is Etiole a Reptillian?

In all the many hundreds of people who have come to me with tales of abduction, none has ever described in such vivid detail... an alien with a tattoo.

...a tattoo that is completely identical to the tattoo Etiole wears.

I have never described Etiole's tattoos. It is the one detail that remains unrevealed, the one thing I have refused to make known, and yet, this woman, unknowingly, describe it in detail, every line, every symbol, every image... 

While I am skeptical about most alien abduction stories and believe very few of them... this one woman, I believe without a doubt, because what she saw, I saw too.

In all the people whom have contacted me claiming to have encountered a creature like Etiole, I always ask them about the tattoo. 

Was there a tattoo?

They always say:

"What tattoo? You never mentioned a tattoo in the article?"

No. I did not.

Again, do you really think I could fit every detail of 50 years of someone's life in one article? How brainless can you be? Then again, the article had plenty of nude drawings of him in it. You only had to look at those to see the tattoos.

As I said. Not all details were made public, and it was for that very reason - to weed out the fakers and wannabes, from the people who had actually had an encounter.

Etiole was a solider and he has tattoos that were given to him without his will. He was a soldier for a cause he did not support or believe in and rebelled against it. For that he was given even more tattoos. Tattoos branding him a traitor. For that his wings were cut off.

If you encountered a creature like Etiole, it'd have tattoos, because he says, ALL of his people do - they are tattooed at birth, to identify them, much in the way Americans have social security numbers - Etiole's people assigns tattoos, each one has a different tattoo according to rank in the community, social standing, etc. The one you encounter may not have exactly the same tattoo as Etiole, but, if it is one of his kin, it'll have tattoos.

Whatever it is, that Etiole is, he is not the only one out there. There are others like him, and he has described his kind as vicious, human eating monsters... creatures that punished him, by ripping off his wings when he refused to eat humans and instead bred with them.

Is Etiole a Reptillian? I don't know.

He is not the only one out there...

For years Etiole has described the brutality of his people, the monsters they are, and the mortal fear he lives in from them.

He has long said he was a solider, one who left the cause he started fighting for, one who is seen now as a traitor, because of his lusts for bedding with human women rather then eating them as the others of his race do.

He constantly bemoans the loss of his beautiful metallic blue feathered wings, that rivaled peacocks.

He bares the horrific scars of the torture he was subjected to.

And he wears two kinds of tattoos...

Royal Insignia: tattoos given to him at birth, marking his family, boldly displaying his allegiance to a ruler, he never truly followed; according to Etiole the brand he has, marks him as the son of a something akin to a prince (a lesser aristocrat of no real importance) 

Prison Brands: tattoos given to him in prison, branding him as a traitor, branding him as an enemy to the crown 

Etiole has long told chilling tales of terror, of the human eating monsters he refers to as "The One God of Abraham" - a group that he was once a part of, the group that he now wants nothing to do with, a group he says, is NOT what the poor deceived humans have been lead to believe; a group that he says is not a single being, not a god, but rather a blood thirsty gang that seeks only to gather up the humans as a massive food supply, so they, The One God, will not starve to death after the war of Armageddon.

Etiole warns that Humans are deceived, that the Angels are not what we think, they are neither good, nor friendly, that the One God is far from what they claim to be, and that their armies are so big, so prevalent, that not even the army he fought with could stand up to them.











Aliens? Demons? Angels?
What Do I Believe?

I am one who does not believe in aliens, or rather, does not believe that aliens are extraterrestrial or from outer space, but rather believe they are the Grigori angels (the fallen angels) from the Books of Enoch. I likewise, however, do not believe the fallen angels are Demons, but rather demons are separate entities entirely.

But I go a step further, and also do not believe that angels are what we (the human race in general) commonly think them to be. Rather, I believe they are nothing more then "super soldiers" from the future, who are humans like us, but come from a future so far ahead, that they (we humans) have evolved as a species and have advanced in technology, to the point, we (humans of our time) no longer recognize them (humans of the future) as being us (humans in general), and therefor, religious superstitions were built around them (humans of the future) because we (humans of the past) were unable to grasp the concept of time travel or evolution, so incorrectly assumed them (humans of the future) to be gods and thus created stories of gods, deities, angels, and demons, as a way to describe these highly evolved, technically advanced humans from the future.

I think aliens, angels, faeries, demons, Jewish/Muslim/Greek/Roman/ Egyptian/Hindu/Mayan/Etc mythology/gods, and all similar such things, were stories written by people who encountered humans of the future whom had traveled back to the past, and we not being able to explain them otherwise, explained them as gods/angels/demons/ faeries/aliens/etc because they were humans who were evolved so far in advance of what our present minds were able to grasp as being human.

I think all unexplained/paranormal/spiritual/etc events can be explained through logic and science, but the reason we are not currently able to explain such things is simply because our science currently is not evolved enough for us to have an ability to explain them yet.

I believe that at some point in the future, we humans will look at "magical" or "spiritual" things and go:

"Ooooooh! So THAT'S what it was! How silly of us to think it was anything mystical."

For the present time we as a whole will continue to see these things as religious and mystical or spiritual, but eventually that Eureka moment will hit and we'll all realize the actual science behind it and realize it was really nothing that mystical at all.

Think of it as the discovery of electricity.

For centuries, we Humans believe lightening was punishment from god... now we know it's caused by changes in atmospheric pressures, which in turn lead to realizing electricity could be harnessed and used. In the 1600s/1700s this was a radical theory that caused religious people to accuses scientists of witchcraft, claiming they were trying to play god.

Now 500 years later every household has electricity and no one gives it a second thought. Something that used to be thought of as  being a power of gods and angels, is now known to have simple scientific explanations and is no longer worshiped or feared by religions.

I think aliens, angels, and demons are the same way - like electricity was for us in the past, we do not know how to explain them, so put superstitious and religious values on them; but like electricity, a day will come that science explains what they are, and the deities and entities will then be seen as nothing more then simple natural occurrences that we simply mistook for something mystical, when in fact it was nothing more then us, misinterpreting what they were because we did not yet have the science to explain them.

So in the end, yes, I do believe that aliens and angels and demons are all the same or similar things, but I don't believe they are anything unnatural or extraterrestrial or spiritual and I believe that someday science will have the ability to explain what they are in a simple, rational, logical way, that'll have us wondering why we never thought of it sooner.

I'm certain the humans of the future will look at us and laugh, calling us superstitious idiots for not knowing the answer, because they'll think the answer is so simply and obvious, but for now, we (humans as a whole) remain clueless and mystified as to what it is aliens, angels, and demons are, and without a scientific answer, religions will continue to put mystical reasoning around them.

Until science can prove otherwise, there is nothing to indicate that Etiole is anything other than a crazy old man, a human, just like the rest of us, a survivor of the holocaust, a horrific war that never should have happened. While he believes himself to be an angel and locals say he is a demon, there is no evidence to suggest that he is anything other then a very old man whose mind and body were broken by a very horrific war.

Well, my thoughts on it at least. 


In the end, the sad fact remains that lives have been destroyed by busy-bodies, gossip, rumors, and hate.

Had my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater never started spreading rumors about aliens, I'd still be living in a house, because no bomb would ever have blown it up.

Had my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater never started spreading rumors about aliens, I'd not have lives 9 years under an 8x6 tarp, because no bomb would ever have blown my house up requiring me to do so.

Had my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater never started spreading rumors about aliens, I'd still be driving my 1964 Dodge 330, and it wouldn't be hidden away in storage, chopped up in peices waiting for me to have the $57,000 it requires to repair it.

Had my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater never started spreading rumors about aliens, my cats would not have been kidnapped or their heads cut off.

Had my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater never started spreading rumors about aliens, no one any where on the planet would have ever known that Etiole was living in the forest behind my house, because I never told any one he was there and I never would have.

And the fact ever remains: I still don't believe in aliens, demons, or The World's Most Haunted Car