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FAQ: What religion are you? I thought you were a Muslim because of the hijab and modesty dress, but than I realized you wear a crucifix and have relic statues of Mary and Jesus and Catholic Saints everywhere, but than I heard you say Hail Satan and talk about summoning the Watchers and Azazel, plus people say you are a witch or wiccan or pagan or something.
I am a Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsan Fey and Marija Loa. I worship the One God, the Creator of All Life, the brass serpent of Moses who goes by many names, in Voodoo he is most commonly known as The Rainbow Serpent Papa Damballah Weddo; in Scandinavian folk religions he is known as The Great Serpent Uroboros.
Voodoo is a branch/division of the Catholic Church. We practice the same rites and rituals as does the Orthodox Catholics of the Vatican, and hail the Pope as our earthly guide. Jesus and Mary are at the centre of our belief system, and icons, relics, saint rituals, prayer beads/rosary, crucifix, candle lighting, intercessory prayer, ect.
Marija Loa is a type of Catholic nun. The word Marija Loa is Creole French and means “Married to God”. A Marija Loa is similar to a Mother Superior. She is the highest ranked nun of her order and has undergone a marriage ritual – a full wedding, wedding gown and all – to literally be married to one of the Loa. I am Marija Loa to Papa Damballah Weddo.
Medsan Fey is a rank of Catholic nun. A Medsan Fey is a nun who specializes in herbology, herbal medicine, apothecary, hoodoo magic, candle magic, poppet magic (aka Voodoo dolls).
Medsan Fey means I am a female Houngan/Borka also known as a Mambo or Vudo Queen.
I am one of only 12 Mambo on the planet who practice Death Wangas also known as The 7 Year Generational Death Curse.
I am EelKat, Etiole's Friend. Etiole is the Archangel Ertreal, The Avenging Angel who rained Brimstone and Fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, and is also known as The Pale Horseman of the apocalypse. He was a commanding officer in Azazel's Army in the battle of Heaven. The Watcher known as the lover of human women, who taught the world magic and was the father of the Nephilim and for this crime was one of the 7 Grigori Seraphim Watchers who was chained in the valleys of the Earth. I found him chained in the swamps of Maine in 1978 and set him free.
Everything I know I learned from Etiole. He is my familiar and my protector.
I am hailed by many as the world's most powerful, most feared, most famous, and most deadly witch/poltergeist/spirit medium. This is due largely to my being the real world Gypsy "witch" who my neighbour Stephen King based his fictional Thinner Gypsy witch off of. He also filmed the movie Thinner on my farm.
But I have no power. I am merely a tool, the vessel through which Etiole connects to the physical world. This comes at a great cost and is why my health is so frail.
Everything ye do unto ME, in 7 years time, Etiole will do back unto THEE.
We are often seen as Christo-Pagan, as we rely heavily on magic arts not often seen in other branches of Christianity, such as tarot cards, crystal scrying, Kabbalism, Enochian angel magic, seances, spirit/oui-ji boards, etc.
Many in the more mainstream Christian community consider us to be Occultists and/or Satan worshippers due to our frequent communication and summoning of spirits, including both archangels and demons, and most notably The Loa, The Enochian archangels, and the Grigori aka The Watchers.
Like all Catholic nuns we cover our heads with veils and wear long modest caftan/robes/dresses. The colours and materials and styling of our veils and robes vary from day to day, depending on our sect, what holy day it is, which loa we are attuned to, our patron saint, ect.
Seeing how this question comes to me from gamers, I will simply the answer in gaming terminology that you will understand: If I was a character in an RPG, I am what you would call an Herbalist-Alchemist-Druid-Healer-Priest.
More simply put, I am what the ignorant would call a Witch Doctor or a Gypsy Fortune Teller or a Gypsy Witch.
Also... April 10, 2015 has a 7 year anniversary coming up soon, has anyone noticed the changes to the Reclaim Blueberry Plains? Yeah. Etiole's been redecorating his home, hasn't he? What goes around, comes around bitches. Nigh on 7 years ago, you razed my farm... funny how government land is being razed the exact same way my farm was razed... I notice too several town hall workers, have seen their entire families die around them, you know just like how my entire family was murdered and their heads nailed to my door... how are you going to explain to the news stations, the fact that 53 people, all involved in the murders of my family, have died from being hit by lightening?
Freak natural phenomena?
Poltergeist activity?
Zapped by alien UFOs - isn't THAT your go to excuse whenever you blame me or Etiole for anything?
Better yet, how will you explain the backhoe, lifted up by a freak tornado in Maine, thrown through the sky to land on... oh look... my, my, there's a back hoe sitting on your house! It just fell out of the sky and landed there. No driver involved. Honey pie, did you know there's a back hoe sitting on your house? How's that feel?
Perhaps, you should call it what it is: punishment handed down by the hand of God himself.
Doesn't feel nice to have your land razed, a backhoe sitting on your house, and your entire family die, does it... you shouldn't have pissed off Etiole... tick tock, tick tock, you can't run from Etiole's 7 year clock... karma's a bitch isn't it?
Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?
Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones
I can name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.
I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and there are their faces.
With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.
And what exactly did they do?
August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.
Huge trucks, 18 wheel crate loading dump truck. Drove up into my land and dumps literal bags of garbage, that they had taken from the MERK. 7 trucks and many loads each. The end result was a pile of trash in my yard that was 30 feet across, 175 feet long and 12 feet deep. They buried my crops under piles of bags of garbage, stolen from the MERK garbage incinerator plant.
Who does something like this? And why?
I don’t understand any of this.
I don’t know who these people are or why they are doing this.
The police believe they have me mixed up with someone else and are intending to attack someone who is not me, but looks enough like me that they are my doppelgänger.
Even so... why would you do something like this to any one?
Evidence suggest I was not the intended target.
It doesn’t matter who the target was intended to be, these acts are downright awful. You shouldn’t o stuff like this to any one.
I am flabbergasted, that there are such evil people in this world that they would think to do things like this to other people.
How can some one be so vile, so demented, so twisted, so corrupted, so vengeful, so full of hate, so mentally deranged, so evil?
How do people like this even exist?
How can live with themselves?
Have they no guilt? No shame? No feeling of remorse? No compassion?
What kind of mental disorder must one have, to concoct the type of harassment these people are carrying out?
I feel that these people, these bullies, these harassers, must be incredibly paranoid, to go to such extremes.
What possible perceived injustice are they retaliating against?
Several times now they’ve shouted out that I tried to kill one of them and that’ why they are doing this, but I’ve never tried to kill anyone. I don’t know who it is I’m supposed to have tried to kill, either. They’ve never said, save the blond woman who claims I tried to kill her husband, but I don’t know who she or her husband is.
They keep making the claim they are getting back at me for stuff I did to them in school, but they are in their late 60s to mid 70s and older, my mother is only in her 50s, she isn’t even old enough to have gone to school with any of them, so how could they expect me to be even close to old enough to have ever gone to school with any of them? Plus I never went to school. There was even a lawsuit between the town and my parents in the 1980s because my parents wouldn’t send me to school.
March 2015 was the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees.
April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.
May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen." Officer W.W, made some very wild claims. I don’t know if I can believe what he said or not. But what he said, definitely seems plausible, at least the part about them mixing me up with someone else.
I’m wondering if they haven’t mixed me up with my uncle Bruce and his family, because Bruce WAS making the claim that HE owned my land, and he DID on several occasions set up massive rows of military tents on my land, and attempt armed take overs of my farm. He did it many times throughout the 1970s to 1990s, and in 1996 had tents full of bombs and assault rifles, and stood off against police for 9 months before the fire department finally drove him and his clan off my farm by driving the ladder truck over the military tents.
Bruce was big problem for many years. And it wasn’t just me he did this to. My neighbours on both sides of me, he did it to them too, AND, he used to go around town claiming he owned ALL THREE properties (144, 146, 146A) AND had many people in the town convinced that all 3 properties were all belonging to 1 family!
In the summer, he used to go to the Post Office and have them forward all of his mail to my mailbox, to try to further convince people he lived there.
Several various school years the school social workers would show up at my farm asking the whereabouts of Danny, Angela, Adam, Autumn, Amber, and Bonnie... a names of children who supposedly attended Old Orchard Beach school, but had never set foot in the school, and it turned out, actually lived in Utah many thousands of miles away, and he was using my farm address and my town’s school to get welfare checks for children, whom his ex-wife was ALSO getting welfare checks for in Utah! When they finally caught him he went to jail for welfare check fraud, fake address fraud, and home owner impersonation fraud, and had a $30,000 bail slapped on him.
My uncle Bruce and his friends, he/they WAS/ARE the right age range to have gone to school with these people, and Bruce was notoriously known as a bully, abuser.
...And you remember those 384 cats? Those where HIS cats. And he tortured them something fierce. He not only massively abused us children, he also abused animals as well, and was a cat hoarder of huge extremes. He used those cats for target practice, used them to train his dogs to kill, and used them to train a great horned owl he took with him when bird/rodent/rabbit hunting.
He was a horrible man and no one is upset to see Covid19 take him away.
He hurt a lot of people, a lot of children, and a lot of animals, especially cats. He was a monster in the truest sense of the word. He’s also the man who locked me in cages and tortured me.
All evidance suggests that this mysterious Mark and crew, are actually targeting my uncle Bruce and his group... especially with officer W.W.’s testimony sating that they were after the owner of my land and were shocked to learn, I owned the land, not the person they had believed owned it.
They also went after my neighbours on both sides of me harassing them in similar fashion, as well, and likewise thought all 3 properties belonged to 1 person and were all one land, not 3 separate lands owned by 3 separate people... which further points to Uncle Bruce who for years claimed all 3 lands were one plot and all owned by him.
Bruce was an evil vindictive bastard, and if he and his group were intended targets, well, it’s understandable why they are attacking with such ferocity. But the fact remains, Bruce’s crew never owned my land or the 2 neighbours lands to either side of me and we 3 neighbours spent years, constantly chasing and rechasing his crew and their acres of military tents out of our land.
So, when police officer W.W. says this Mark and crew aimed their attack at the “owner of the 3 properties, thinking all 3 were 1 and all owned by one person” and subsequently “attacked you by mistake, not knowing you were the actual land owner”... I believe him. I believe these harassers were after someone from my Uncle Bruce’s group and attacked my family by mistake, because they believe my Uncle Bruce when he made the claim to own not only my land but also the land of both my abutting neighbours.
I think officer W.W, is telling the truth, and I think he really is scared for the lives of his family and acted out of sheer terror April 10, 2015.
And I think that’s a problem.
Why?
Because if criminals are terrorizing police officers, than those officers can’t do their job.
Laws will NOT be upheld in a town, where the police are scared to enforce the law, scared of retaliation against their families, if they arrest criminals.
And that’s just wrong.
The police should NOT be terrified to do their jobs. They should not live in fear that their families will be killed by criminals, to the point that they start taking bribes from those criminals just to save the lives of their loved ones.
When police officers start doing that NO ONE in our town is safe any more.
We NEED police officers to enforce the law, to protect our families, to keep us safe... and when the officer officers are too scared to do that, that’s when it’s time for us residents, to take a good long look at WHY those officer are too scared to protect us any more.
This shouldn’t happen and it’s only happening because the residents of this town LET it happen.
The residents DO NOT support their local police and because of that the criminals are able to terrorize officers.
People officers can’t protect people they are scared of.
Police, should NOT be scared to protect the residents of their town. Criminals should not be allowed to have that much control of any town.
Police are scared to protect the residents of Old Orchard Beach, because they know, no one in this town has their backs.
They know, if they arrest criminals, they need witness to testify in curt, but no resident in this town has the balls to testify in court, and because of that, police have their hands tied.
As long as the residents of Old Orchard Beach, continue to NOT support the police of Old Orchard Beach, the criminals will continue to manipulate the police into fear.
You the citizens of Old Orchard Beach have the power to change this.
Help the police to help you.
You don’t have to live in fear of criminals any more.
You can take charge of your life.
You can speak up.
Let your voice be heard.
The police NEED our support.
Through your support, you CAN help the police put an end to this dynasty of crime that has terrorized our town for way too long.
Stop being spineless weaklings.
Stand up for yourselves.
Stand up for your families.
Stand up for your children.
Old Orchard Beach, used to be a great town. In 2007 we had 2 million tourists every day. 12,000 year round residents.
Now look at it since 2010. More than half the town businesses are closed and empty. Only 3,000 year round residents now. And now the town struggles to gain 10,000 tourists ALL YEAR TOTAL.
What caused the death of Old Orchard Beach in 2010?
The death of our town’s #1 tourist attraction: The World’s Most Haunted Car, The REAL Christine... my 1964 Dodge 330, that was cut in half May 2010.
The attraction that brought 2 million DAILY to our beach was destroyed, by these very same men, who’ve done everything else that was done to me. And WHY should 2 million people visit our town, when the thing that brought them here, was destroyed by the town manager himself?
1 million 999,000 tourists no longer come to our town.
Tourists KNOW they are not safe in a town where police are terrified of the residents.
WHY should tourists trust police to protect them, when the residents can trust police?
Can you not see the mass destruction these criminals have unleashed on our town?
OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU!
More than half the business are gone, empty, shut down, dead. Old Orchard Beach has become a ghost town.
300 businesses gone, empty.
9,000 year round residents gone, driven out for being too gay or too black or too transgender or too Muslim or too Jewish or too Native American.
Look what happened to Old Orchard Beach’s BLACK school teacher... Google it.. it made international headlines... 10 year old students from Kennebunk school smashed her car and painted swastika all over her house. She taught in Kennebunk school, but she lives on my street. Her family has been treated just as deplorably as mine.
THIS is what our town has become because the police are too scared to stand up to criminals, because they fear the backlash on their own families.
All of this is so many levels of wrong.
Keep in mind the "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" court case started BECAUSE of that June 2015 and September 2015 attack by police officers, looking for cannibals in my garden, and digging up every inch of my yard with a fleet of steam shovels and bulldozers and backhoes.
And it WAS revealed in court that the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, was suing me BECAUSE a town hall employee had read the Quaraun novels, and assumed that the ONLY reason I would write a transgender character was if I was myself transgender... they used a novel I wrote about and Elf Wizard as EVIDENCE to try to prove I was a gay man disguised as a woman because an Elf in the novel was a male to a female transvestite.
AND, they dug up my yard looking for evidence of cannibals, BECAUSE of the Quaraun novels, and they CLAIMED to have evidence of REAL cannibals in the area and the REAL version of the disease in the Quaraun novels... BUT... the police officers REFUSED to bring that evidence forward in court, so the judge threw out their accusations of cannibalism, and I throw a counterclaim of gay rights discrimination at them because they had claimed, gay men were not allowed to own property in Maine and they took my land, for 8 months... yes... the town TOOK POSSESSION OF MY FARM claiming that gay men were not allowed to own property in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, which is WHY, I marched naked through the town to the town hall, to PROVE to the court, I was a natural-born female... that's how the judge came to hand the deed to my land back to me and then tell me how to take this to superior court to get that gay discriminating law overturned... which we did October 21, 2016.
And the ring leader is still not caught. My uncles, they only kept a 10% cut of the money. The rest went to the man they took orders from. A man they refereed to as: "Mark who needs no last name". That's what they called him, He came every month to pick up the money and give them new orders. When I asked who he was, they said: "Mark", I asked "Mark who?" and they said: "Mark who needs no last name, he runs this town. Every one knows him." I don't know him. I don't know his last name. But I'd recognize him if I saw him again. And I have. In 1991, when I asked that question, he looked like Bo Duke, John Snyder, could pass for his twin, only smaller. He barely came up to my uncle Bruce's shoulder, so he must have been 5'8 to 5'10".
I saw him again, March 2015, he's the man who was driving a navy blue pick-up truck. Drove it up into my driveway, and was ordering the police officers where to dig for cannibals. If there ARE bodies buried on my yard, HE would know, because HE - "Mark who needs no last name, he runs this town. Every one knows him." - is the ONLY person who could have put them there.
He showed up again June 2015, this time he was driving a green construction, dump truck, with a silver and black stripped hood. He drove it up in my driveway, pulled a rifle out from under the seat and started shooting at me.
He showed up again, September 12, 2015, with a 4-door white pick-up truck- one of those mega big mega sized ones, and a large crowd of people. They were chanting "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach" and accusing me of being a male disguised as a woman. Had police officers again, and said: "I pay you $6million a year to keep what I do out of the news. Don't you dare defy me." when the officers left his group to stand in my yard and form a wall of officers between me and the crowd to protect me from "Mark who needs no last name, he runs this town. Every one knows him." and his fellow attackers.
This all started because we started construction of a house on my land, and he went nuts the day we started the foundation... in a new location, NOT in the location where the original house was.
He went totally out of his mind, telling police there were 500 human bodies buried on my land.
Police did find something... and the town went silent with terror... we have video footage of what they dug up... a huge rusted oil barrel... full of bones... FBI estimated it had been buried there in the mid-1950s.
But the ONLY person who knew where to look, was the person who told police it was there: "Mark who needs no last name, he runs this town. Every one knows him."
No one else suspected there was a giant oil drum full of bones buried in my yard.
I've lived here since 1975, and no one put it here since I was here. It was already here before I bought this land. And the foundation for the house was a slab, not a cellar, so we would not have dug down deep enough to find it, and had "Mark who needs no last name, he runs this town. Every one knows him." not arrived with the claim cannibals lived here and buried bodies on my farm, no one would ever have dug that deep to look, and with house on top of that very location, those bodies would have remained buried forever.
I don't who this man is or why he thinks he knows me or why he seems to think I know him and why he is so hell bent psycho crazed deranged full force attack mode in endless steady constant non-stop attacks on me, my farm, and my family.
The stuff being done to me and my land is absolutly ridiculous on levels that defy any form of logic.
And... really? There are 500 humans buried on my farm? What nonsence is this?
If you KNOW there are bodies buried here, why've you said nothing before and HOW do you know?
I've known about the bones in the ravine since the 1980s and I've told dozens of people about them over the years. I couldn't remember the exact location and I went out into he woods looking for those bones daily for almost 30 years before I finally found where they were and took video footage of them, because no one believed they were there. No one, not one single person in 30 years believed me or would help me look for them, and it wasn't until the June 19, 2016 livestream that people finally beleved me, when they saw the bones for themselves.
I was a witness, but even I couldn't locate the exact spot and it took me 30 years to find it.
So, HOW did this man, whom, had never set foot on my land since the 1975 that I had been here, how was he suddenly able to drive up in here with a full SWAT team... yes a SWAT team... and point to the EXACT spot where that barrel of bones was?
How is that possible?
The only way he could have known the exact spot with such minute presicion is if he put those bones in that barrle himself.
Why did he never mention the bodies before? If they knew they were there, all those years, WHY didn't he mention it BEFORE we started construction of our house? He panicked. He was terrified those bodies would be found by the foundation dig crew, so he brought police up in here to stop the construction of my house, to look for bodies in my yard, but... he knew EXACTLY where to look. How did he know THAT?
If you are wondering, where in my yard the barrel. of bones was dug up... it's the exact location my motorhome is sitting right now... and where those 2 big Hamas and eye of grigori signs stand. I put those signs up as grave markers, for the dead who, have yet to be identified. We don't know who they were. But they were most definitely buried by cannibals. The damage done to their bones is testimony of that.
I've not been able to continue construction of the house, because no construction crew will get near my land since the oil barrel. was pulled up.
A steam shovel pulled it up, and when the driver saw what it was, he leapt out of the truck and ran out of the yard... and the rest of the Old Orchard Beach, Public Works crew, when they realized what was hanging off the steam shovel's bucket, they all ran screaming in terror, out of my farm as well.
The excavation equipment stayed in my yard for 6 months, untouched. They didn't dare to come back and get it. An entire fleet of big construction vehicles, standing like giant yellow dinosaurs in my yard all summer that year.
Bones scattered all over the driveway falling out of the giant oil barrel. that was hanging off the front of the steam shovel.
Police were so scared they didn't dare move the bones.
It was tourist attraction that year. I was recording when the barrel. came up and that YouTube livestream went viral because people watching it started Tweeting it out on Twitter.
All summer long I had people from all over the country, driving up in here to get pictures of the barrel. of bones, hanging half suspended over my farm.
That was 2015.
The 31 children of Goosefare Brooke Ravine, Blueberry Plains, Ross Forest, Old Orchard Beach, Maine was found a year later. June 2016. My dog Marcy found them. They'd been dug up by coyotes. That was also a YouTube livestream, and a Twitch livestream as well. I wasn't yet affiliate, the VOD is still on Twitch, though I set it to private, due to, you know, human body parts being dug up. We know who these bones were and who buried them here, and when. 458. The Cyr Clan. 1982.
Why is this happening?
Events I write in my novels aren' as freaky as the real world goings on in our town.
What is wrong with these people?
I don't understand why they are doing any of this.
You people who rely on tourist income, you should more concerned than any one.
Are you REALLY going to sit back and let criminals, drug dealers, take over our town like this?
Our town used to be so full of life. Now it’s almost a ghost town.
Our town is dying and it’ll die completely if these criminals are allowed to continue killing it.
And now 2020 came on top of it. Had our town had the balls to stand up to crime lords, it would have survived 2020. But with so few businesses left now BEFORE 2020 hit, how did anyone expect it to survive something like 2020.
You kissed the almighty tourists ass, and bowed before your lords and masters, men who had you by the balls and had you too scared to stand up for yourselves, your families, your neighbours, your public servants.
Our town is dying and it is your own inaction that is to blame. You the residents of this town are allowing our town to die.
Those few of us, like myself, who don’t rely on tourist income to survive, we will continue on in this town, as numbers continue to drop, businesses continue to close... but what will the rest of you do?
We can already see the answer... head to Ross Road and take a look at The Reclaim Blueberry Plains.
Recognize the construction equipment? Yeah. Do you know the history of that land? ENDANGERED PROTECTED BY FEDERAL LAW Ivory billed Woodpeckers live there, in the ENDANGERED PROTECTED BY FEDERAL LAW 500 year old Great White Mast Pines... wait... there were fewer than 30 of those birds on the entire planet and now most of them are dead... their babied killed, as the trees came down.
Did you know the Ross Forest used to be a State Park back in the 1920s and 1930s? And that is WHY those 500 year old mast trees stood there.
Where are the trees now?
There is a 30 foot tall pile of sawdust in the middle of a 27 acre sand dune... the trees are gone, the birds are gone, the grass is gone, the blueberries are gone, the top soil is gone.
The very same construction equipment that razed my farm 7 years ago, just razed the blueberry plains 2 months ago, and no one person in his town had the balls to do anything to stop it, just like 7 years ago not one person in this town had the balls to help my family.
7 years ago, huge land movers owned by the town, razed my yard, cut down 400 year old apple orchards, 200 year old grape vineyards, and tossed into a wood chopper: $300,000 in rare hybrid long stem rose bushes. A road grader scraped off and stole 6 feet deep of the top soil, taking with it acres of spring bulbs, daffodils, tulips, crocus, hyacinth, snowdrops. They left nothing behind but a few inches of sand on top of ledge and bare rock.
Do you know what else is in those blueberry plains? WHY they are so desperate to uproot everything and run run it all through a sawdust chipper?
Take a closer look at that sawdust... it ain’t just trees. They are looking for and grinding up the bones.
GooseFare Brook Ravine is being ripped apart as they try desperately to find the other 2 cars full of sawed up bones. I only found one car full of bones. There are still 2 more out their, and they are ripping every last inch of ravine apart to hide the last piece evidence.
If you wanted to save the Blueberry Plains, you should have stood up to the men who murdered my family. If you had, the plains wouldn’t be a vast sea of sand and sawdust right now.
June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up. And I witnessed that entire event.
And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.
At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.
June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could not be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.
June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left me for dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.
That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.
I don't know who these 2 women are. They are complete and total strangers to me. If you know, the FBI wants your help in identifying them.
The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."
I've never tried to kill anyone, so is accusation is baffling at best.
She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."
They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued in what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had. I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. To this day I still don’t know if he actually was a member and leader of Heaven’s Gate, or if he just claimed he was. He continued to claim he was the leader f Heaven’s Gate right up until his recent death from Covid19. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.
So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.
Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.
These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.
July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.
They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."
What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.
He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking feed up WolfBoy."
He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying:
"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."
While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"
"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"
W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."
I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen.
My farm was razed.
My family was murdered.
I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.
There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.
All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.
Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.
What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.
The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.
We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.
Everything you do, returns to you.
For every evil you commit, you WILL be haunted by it, tormented by it... your own guilt will eat away your mind and utterly destroy you.
Every good deed is the same.
You reap what you sow. The more good you do, the more you are blessed and rewarded.
I am greatly blessed, for I do not have a guilty conscience.
I can sleep at night, knowing I did no wrong.
Can you?
The truth will set you free.
You can't hide in the shadows forever, the light of the sun will eventually find you and expose your sin.
Will you be able to live with your own guilt?
Did you know, we believe there is no Heaven or Hell. We believe, that our spirits live on, but that our actions in life determine, the state of spirit exists in.
We believe that Heaven is not a physical place, but rather a state of mind that your soul fills with after death.
Likewise we believe the same of Hell.
Hell, is a place of empty darkness, within your soul.
The more harm you do to those around you, the emptier your soul becomes.
What you did to me, my family, my house, my farm, my cars, my cats... all of it... every hateful act wells up inside you, consuming you, and when you die, it will envelope you, and you will feel, every pain I felt, every pain my family suffered, every agony my pets suffered at your hands. You'll feel it ALL... all our suffering, all our sorrow, all at once, every day, for eternity. THAT is Hell. And that is where every one of you who ever hurt any creature on this planet, that is the Hell that awaits you.
That is the Hell you will NEVER escape.
All that you do, good or bad, is mirrored back on you.
For every good deed you are rewarded seven fold.
Give $10 to the homeless, you'll find $70 mysteriously come to you in return.
7 years ago a back hoe was driven over my house, and now a tornado, has dropped a back hoe on your house.
7 years ago, huge land movers owned by the town, razed my yard, cut down 400 year old apple orchards, 200 year old grape vineyards, and tossed into a wood chopper: $300,000 in rare hybrid long stem rose bushes. A road grader scraped off and stole 6 feet deep of the top soil, taking with it acres of spring bulbs, daffodils, tulips, crocus, hyacinth, snowdrops. They left nothing behind but a few inches of sand on top of ledge and bare rock.
Now this week, 7 years later, a crew of huge land movers, clear cut 72 acres of protected town owned forest, 500 year old endangered pines, rolled back all the top soil, leaving it in a huge 50 foot tall mound, leaving behind a desert wasteland... that is all that left of The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, on this the 7 year anniversary of the razing of my farm.
Those who laughed, when others warned 7 years ago, what Etiole would do, aren't laughing any more, now that 7 years is here, are they?
The 7th anniversary of my family's murder is still a year away.
And the 7th anniversary of my beaten, left for dead, and crippled a 2nd time is still two years away.
Etiole's not done with this town yet. Far from it.
You can't bribe an archangel or a demon, whatever you wish to believe he is. He's not a scared police officer or a greedy town official. He's not even Human.
How do you plan to reason or bargin with a creature from another dimension?
Angels and Demons are bound by laws of justice. They can't be bribed like a human.
Tick tock, tick tock, 7 years are almost up.
*"Look to the frogs, they will be the first to go.
Where the frogs go, the bees soon shall follow.
Than 130,000 Americans will die in a single day.
Then human will breath a sigh of releif, thinking the worst is over, but we have not yet begun, the worst is yet to come."*
-Etiole 1997
A world wide extinction of frogs has already happened... and it WAS followed by a mass estinction of bees. On July 4, 2020 the world was shaken to it's core when 130,000 Americans died in a single day, from Covid19. 2021, sees humanity breathing a sigh of relief that the worst, but according to what Etiole said 3 decades ago... the worst has not yet begun, something far greater than Covid19 is about the bring the Human race to it's knees. The time or date is unknown, a few weeks, a few years, we don't know, nor did he say what was coming.
You always hear people talk about their god being a passive god who, stands back and watches from afar. Your god sounds lazy and incompetent.
My god is very active, wields physical justice that can be witnessed by all, dishes out great rewards in exchange for kindness and good deeds, while plowing through sinners and workers of evil with a vicious vengeance. My god doesn't hide in the shadows and leave my prayers unanswered.
I hold no alliance to any religion.
My allegiance is to The One God and his army of archangels, because they have proven themselves, time and time again, to be the most powerful beings this world has ever known.
I have witnessed the power of angels.
I've seen their many wings, heavy laden with shinning feathers, and bright eyes upon each one. Eyes that see through time, through walls, across nations, forward and backward.
They see all.
They know all.
You can hide nothing from them.
Nor can you hide from them.
They see your sin.
They see your works of evil.
They see your compassion.
They see all your good deeds.
And they reward and punish accordingly.
I was raised a 5th generation FLDS Mormon.
I attended 12 years of Calvinist Seminary/Bible College.
And I met Etiole and set him free. In exchange, he taught me the rites and rituals of Voodoo and Enochain Angel Magic.
I believe in the power of angels.
Through faith, all things are possible.
Believe and anything can happen.
I've seen the power and glory of the archangels.
I know without a doubt, that not even every human on the planet gathered together, has even a sliver of the power of just one angel. And I have Etiole and his entire army on my side.
People fear Etiole. Call him a demon.
But they have no reason to.
Etiole is kind and gentle and loving.
Etiole is only dangerous to evil doers who seek to harm those he loves.
Etiole protects his own, as would any moral, decent man.
If you have love, kindness, good thoughts, and compassion in your heart, than you would never seek to do evil. You would never commit sin. And you would never have any reason to fear Etiole.
Your fear of Etiole, exists only because you have hurt me or my family, and you know in your heart of hearts that Etiole WILL come for you.
Etiole is immortal. You can not harm him.
Etiole walks through time. He moves through solid walls, like they were not there. He moves in the blink of an eye, one second here, one second there tens of thousands of miles away. For this reason, you not hide from him, nor can you out run him.
Time. Space. Physical walls. They mean nothing to an archangel.
He is not flesh as humans know it. He takes a solid form, when that is his will. But he can walk out of that flesh, and exist as nothing more than a glowing beam of bright blue light.
He can look like anything or anyone.
I've seen his snake form, his white owl form, his white monkey form, his black shifting shadowy goo under your bed form.
If you want to fear him, he can be fearsome and will be that, if you are deserving of his fear.
He appears to me, as a little man, kind and gentle. I've never had reason to fear him.
But there are throughout Maine, more than 7,000 witness testimonies, from others whom have seen him, and describe him as a huge beast, a demonic creature, with a maw full of many rows of piranha teeth, and sharp eagle's talons on his hands.
I've seen him take that form, in his den in The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, near the graves of the children, whose bodies were sawed up, put in black plastic bags, stuffed in the trunk of 3 cars, and those cars buried in the Goosefare Brooke Ravine.
He takes that form there, because the souls of 31 dead, murdered children, scream out from the ravine of The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, crying for justice, crying for their murderer to be revealed.
He takes that fearsome form, at the ravine, because he has absorbed the souls of those murdered children, and their pain, their suffering, their agony, screams out from within him.
He has guarded their mass grave, their sawed up pieces, in black plastic bags, in the trunks of 3 cars, at the bottom of the ravine, since The Cyr Clan dumped them there, in the 1970s.
Etiole appeared in The Ross Forest, September 23, 1978... his spirit was pulled into our physical plain, by the screams of the souls of The White Monkey Children.
He is a Guardian Angel, an Avenging Angel, who rose up in our town for one purpose and one purpose only: To protect the children who were victims to a horrible group of people.
I was one of those children.
We children who were raped, caged, and tortured by evil men, we begged and we pleaded for help. And no human would help us.
No bishop.
No priest.
No police officer.
No town manager.
No town council men.
We escaped again and again, and we begged every adult we could find in this town, to please help us. Please end our suffering.
But punishment for escape, was death, and being buried by Anne, Bryan, Donald, or Troy at the bottom of that ravine.
As more of us were killed and buried and no help from the men of the town came, we turned to god, we pleaded and begged, send us angel to punish the men who torment, torture, rape, and murder us.
That's when Etiole appeared.
He came in answer to our prayers.
Of more than 140 of us children who were tortured by those evil men, I am one of the last 2 still alive.
There were over 200 of us in 1975 when they started tossing our bodies in the ravine.
Now in 2021, only 2 of those children remain. And I am one of those 2.
That is why Etiole protects me.
He will never leave me.
He will never forsake me.
We children summoned him in our terror and by the blood of my cousins who lay dead at bottom of that ravine, Etiole draws his power.
And even centuries after I am gone, he will continue to guard this location, and he continue for thousands of years, to haunt the children and grandchildren of the men who tortured and murdered The White Monkey Children of Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
If you never hurt us, The White Monkey Children, you have nothing to fear from Etiole.
But if you were ever involved in any crime against any of us, in any way, at any point in our lives... woe unto and your family for 7 generations, for he will haunt you, torment you, and your children, and your grandchildren, and their children and their grandchildren, 7 times over.
Everything you have done to us, he will do to them, for the next 700 years. For that is what we 140 children asked him to do, when we summoned him, 50 years ago.
You may call him a demon, but children who summoned him, we know what he really is: he is our Guardian Angel.
Etiole.
HE is my religion.
HE is what I believe in.
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I've NEVER earned a single penny from any of my videos, VODs, or livestreams, not on Twitch, not on YouTube, not on any other platform.
I do not monetize my content.
I do not turn on ads.
I do not have a donation link.
Streaming, gaming, and video creation are things I do in my spare time, after work. It is how I relax and de-stress. It is not a career/income for me. This is why I also do not have a regular or consistent schedule. I stream, play video games, and make videos in my spare time, when I feel like I am in the mood to do so. I find the act of playing video games, streaming, and making videos to be incredibly relaxing and it is my habit to do these things either when I am stressed out and need to relax or when I am having trouble sleeping and need to do something that will help lull me into a sense of calm so I can sleep.
The car/driving/shopping/town vlogs and livestreams are not something I do as a hobby. I do them at the request of FBI agent Andy Drewer, who goes through them all with a fine tooth comb looking for any clues as to the identity of the bomber who blew up my house or the murderers who cut the heads off my children and nailed them to my door. This camera is running 24hrs a day and if you do ANYTHING on that camera, you WILL be questioned by the FBI, so be sure you REALLY want that 5 minutes of fame BEFORE you jump in front of that camera, because it WILL brand you as a murder suspect.
If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
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The Dazzling Razzberry is back... now all black primer... Repaired, wielded back together, running, licensed, registered, and back on the road again... now primed and ready to be restored.
This car was obliterated by a PsychoBitch 4Chan QAnon Twitch streamer and 5 of her simps armed with baseball bats, in February 2019. They did $30,000 in damages, leaving it chop-shopped to pieces, smashed apart, and all of it's 2.5million beads and marbles scraped off.
This car was my daily driver and daily car vlog streams stopped February 2019 because the car was reduced to so many chopped up pieces, that it took up nearly 3 years to wield the pieces back together, and make the car drivable again.
Because it cost $12,000 for the 2.5million marbles that was glued to it, and took me 4 years to hand glue them on one marble at a time, and most of those 2.5million marbles were reduced to shattered powdered glass dust by the vandals, The Dazzling Razzberry will not be returning to it's former shimmering glory.
If you know the Twighlight Manor series and you know Etiole's brother Razzbury that the car was inspired after... know this... we are going Sea Wolf for the rise of The Dazzling Razzberry 3.
Out with the Green Moray Eels and in with the Piranhas
#FAQs: What do you mean you ain't a boomer?
You really don't know what a boomer is do you?
My dad, who is 82 years old, is not even old enough to be a boomer and you think me who is 30 years younger than HIM could be a boomer?
#NEWSFLASH: you make yourself look retarded when you use words incorrectly. If you don't want people to think you are stupid, try learning the correct meanings for words and start using words properly. No one is going to take you seriously or have any respect for you when you prove yourself to be brain dead every time you open your mouth.
Well, for starters, a female can't be a boomer. Only a male can be a boomer.
Secondly: Are there any boomers even left alive?
My grandfather was a boomer. But he died at age 101, more than 20 years ago.
The definition of a boomer is a WW2 solider who fathered dozens of illegitimate babies overseas (thus: baby boomer) and most of them would be 120 to 140 years old today.
You use Boomer as though it implies "old" and that is not what it means, not even close.
A Boomer is an immoral, degenerate deadbeat dad who booms out sperm all over the fucking planet in every whore he can find and takes no responsibility for his actions. Boomers are vile, degraded whore mongers.
Any Boomer alive today, at the youngest, is going to be 98 years old or older, and is a lot older than a scuzbag like him deserves to be.
Still confused about what the word Boomer ACTUAL means? Let me simplify it for you.
* If you are a man who has sex outside of marriage: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a man and you live with a woman you are not married to: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fucked a prostitute: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a fornicator: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a adulterer: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a whore monger: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you practice BDSM: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fathered a baby than demanded it's mother have an abortion: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fathered a baby than disappeared from it's life: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a dead beat dad: YOU are a Boomer!
#BOOMER MEANS A MAN WHO BOOMS OUT ILLEGITIMATE BABIES!
#If you are a boomer, than you are a vile sex crazed degenerate and you can be THAT at any age.
The word boomer has NOTHING to do with age and everything to do, with sex, specifically, it means you are an immoral degenerate.
By using the word Boomer to mean old, you simply prove how deeply mentally incompetent you really are.
I have a severe hatred for whore mongers.
I have an even bigger hatred for dead beat dads.
I can't stand men who shoot their sperm into every prostitute they can find than scurry off to the next slut assed whore and leave a trail of babies behind.
Men who boom out babies are the #1 cause of abortion... to the tune of 5,000 babies murdered every day, just in America.
Boomer officially means World War 2 solders who fucked every last whore they could find, than left them behind and never did a damned thing about taking care of a illegitimate bastards they boomed out every where.
I loath Boomers.
You want to update the word boom to mean someone OTHER than the dead beat dads of WW2?
#Boomer doesn't mean old, and it NEVER has... it means a fucking degenerate sex monger, who can't be bothered to even make an attempt to be descent moral man.
#When you call someone a boomer, you calling them a dead beat dad NOT old.
Boomers are men who boom out sperm in women they aren't married to... THAT IS THE DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF BOOMER YO FUCKING RETARD! Go out and get yourself a brain, you certainly need one.
I absolutely deplore men who can't be bothered to take care of their own children. And more than that, I HATE sex crazed degenerates. And a Boomer is both.
Vile scum of the earth. That's what a boomer is.
Boomer is a highly offensive word to call someone.
By calling someone a Boomer, you are calling them a fucking sex crazed whore monger.
You might want to look up what a boomer is before calling people that word.
You come off looking like a stupid retarded fool when you don't use words correctly. Is that how you want people to view you?
Words matter. Learn to use them properly, otherwise everyone will think you a brain dead idiot who does nothing but parrot off the mindless ravings of social justice warriors who can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.
Just because a million people say a thing, doesn't make that thing correct, it just makes a million people prove they are stupid for not researching the facts and finding out the truth.
You using the word Boomer as a synonym for "old" simply proves you are too stupid to fact check word meanings in a dictionary.
Also, you might want to fact check the source of the word boomer for old... it comes from a rather disrespectful paedophile streamer, Dr. Disrespect, who was banned by Twitch for livestreaming himself hiding in girls bathroom stalls and shoving the camera under the doors to livestream little girls peeing... his response to being banned was to call Twitch CEOs "Boomers" who were too old and stuck up to see the fun in watching children pee.
So not only are you using the word Boomer incorrectly, but you are showing your support for a paedophile child abuser when you do so.
So now, not only do you come off as looking too retarded to know the meanings of words, but you also imply that you are a scumbag supporter of child sexual abuse.
You might want to think about that next time you feel like using the word Boomer.
If you don't care that people see you are a retarded, scumbag, who supports disrespectful paedophiles, than by all means, continue to use Boomer in place of old.
My thoughts of on your support of that person? Here, have a quote:
*"Watching people defend someone they're a fan of, completely dismissing any evidence of wrongdoing, just because they think they know that creator like a close friend based solely on what they've seen in videos and stuff. Parasocial relationships are terrifying." ~ Welsknight Gaming*
...and, by the time you read this my answer to your question, you will find that I've already banned you.
Why?
Because I'm a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and I'll not have degenerates like you, who are supporters of child abusing men like that disrespectful bastard, near me. And if you're using his version of the word Boomer, that means you see nothing wrong with supporting him and don't give a shit about the little girls he sexually abused. And I don't want disrespectful child abuse supporting scum bags like you near me.
Try getting an education, than maybe we'll learn you ain't actually as retarded as you sound when you try to use words.
And if you don't like being called a retard... here's a tip: STOP TALKING LIKE ONE!
A mentally retarded person is any person with a learning disability that prevents them from properly using their brain functions and causes them to be unable to formulate or use words correctly, leaving them unable to communicate with others properly, due to their extreme misuse of words.
You my friend, every time you missuses a word, such a boomer, you simply prove to the world that you ARE mentally retarded according to the actual medical textbook definition of the word.
If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it might just be a duck.
If it walks like a retard and talks like a retard... yeah... stop proving yourself retarded every time you open your mouth and maybe some day people will take you seriously and stop treating you like a child.
Also, do unto me as you want me to do unto you... I wouldn't be calling you names if you hadn't called me names first... don't bother me and I won't bother you... harass me and I'll become your worst nightmare.
I keep to myself, I like my privacy, I don't like being bothered, I don't like being interrupted, I especially don't like being harassed, and don't lay down and take it, I defend myself from dipshit bullies like you.
If you can't take it, you shouldn't be dishing it out, because whatever you throw at me, I'm gonna throw it right back in your face.
You don't like being called names? Hey guess what? Neither do I. That's why what you do to me, I do back to you, so that you can know how it feels and learn WHY I don't like you doing it to me.
Here's a thought....
#Fucking grow up.
FAQs: Can I visit you?
No.
No, I do not allow home visits from anyone for any reason - not any more.
I used to, but never again.
Reason: I'm a little bit famous, in fact, I'm quiet a lot famous, and in the past, I agreed to a home visit, and that person, didn't recognize my name at first, until they met me face to face and immediately realized who I was, and where they were standing - my farm was in a rather famous movie, so it's easily recognized by anyone who has ever seen that movie, and that movie, it's a BIG movie, written by an even more famous than me Maine author, and while I write under a penname, my face is on my books, and I'm easy to recognize, and that last time I let someone into my home - they realized who I was, what my farm was, what movie I was connected to, and they ran to social media to tell their friends they had meet me, including to publicly post where I live... by the end of the week I had dozens of paparazzi and some 30,000 (yes thirty thousand - yes I am that famous) screaming fanboys from all over the country in my driveway and the local police had to send out 42 officers to try to deal with it - the mass influx of tens of thousands of trespassers did huge amounts of damage to my farm, my property, my crops, my cars... and resulted in the murder of all of my children.
To this day police don't know who killed them, just that it was likely a crazed fan who saw my home address posted online by some other fan.
With the police and FBI not knowing who murdered my family, I'm left unable to trust anyone.
Who can you trust, in a case like mine?
I've no family to turn to, they were murdered.
I've no friends, what few fans didn't chase away, got hased off after being suspects by the police and FBI.
That's why I'm crippled. That's why I'm alone. That's why I have post traumatic stress disorder.
You don't know what it's like, to have 10 children children murdered, their heads nailed to your front door, and than try to recover from that. And be left with police shrugging and saying all leads lead to dead ends.
And you, are left with a broken spine. Having to relearn how to walk, not even able to mourn your family being murdered, because you're injured so bad yourself, you're just trying to stay alive.
And than, after years of recovery and physical therapy, alongside years of police investigations, FBI investigations, and being left with no answers. The attackers still a mystery, who they are or why they did it, who are they, no one knows, what was their motive, no one knows.
To go from a large family, to being alone, like that, it's hell to live with. And no one understands. People pity you, feel sorry for you, and move on with their lives. While you are left alone. With no answers and no one to talk to because, everyone you would have talked to is now dead.
How many parents know the pain of a murdered child? Not many.
If you've not lived through it yourself, you can't even begin to understand it.
I'm sick of people's pity. I don't want your fucking pity.
I want a friend.
I'm tired of hoping there'll be someone out there who understands how I feel.
I like my privacy and thanks to the murder of my entire family, I'm a lot more famous now than I was back than, and social media was uncommon back than but now today everybody has it - that means the risk now is far greater than it was before, I don't want a repeat of that incident, those trespassers did several $million in damages to my farm and members of my family (now dead) were badly hurt, I don't want to go through something like that again, that's why I now have bodyguards and I don't let anyone near my land any more for any reason at all.
The fact remains:
* I didn't used to have PTSD.
* I didn't used to live alone.
* I used to have a family.
* My entire family was murdered.
* I've spent the past 5 years dealing with police and FBI and lawyers and court... and running into endless deadnends with police and FBI to this day, not knowing who crippled me or murdered my family.
You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little paranoid about people entering my home, but that's one of the side effects of having all your children murdered and police and FBI clueless as to who did it and suspecting that most likely it was a crazy fan who got my home adress off social media after another fan posted it there.
I like my privacy and I do NOT trust psycho-fans to respect it, because I have 4 decades of personal experience with the fact that fans have ZERO respect for the homes/property/pets/family of any famous person they are a fan of and they will ALWAYS run to social media to brag "OMG! Look who I met! Here's their address, go meet them too!"; yes I have become excessively, overly, paranoid about people getting near me, my family, my property, my cars, and my land, but there is a very good and well justified reason for it.
The very reason I no longer allow any one near my home, is the same reason I am now looking for a dog.
I'm tired of being alone, for years on end.
I couldn't go out and get a dog after it happened, I was too busy in the hospital being paralyzed, then then too busy relearning to walk, in between endless weeks of police and FBI interviews.
Now things have stabilized. I'm walking again, more or less; police and FBI come by less and less frequently as the leads grow ever colder. News reporters have more pressing things to talk about like Covid19 so no longer bug me endlessly for interviews.
Life goes back to normal... except, my family is dead and I'm disabled and alone.
I need someone to keep me company, as I am finding the loneliness of an empty home with a family that will never return, unbearable.
I suppose I should have been aware of the covid-19 issue, but, I rather preoccupied with dealing with both the murder of my family and recovering from 3 strangers beating me with golf clubs, so I was a little bit too busy to pay much attention to the news.
Yes, I would LIKE visitors, but experience has taught me that no one ever wants to be my friend. They always have a motive. They always want something.
So no, you can't come visit me.
Before I'll let you visit me, you need to prove I can trust you.
And for me to trust you, you first have to prove it wasn't YOU who killed my family.
Why should I trust YOU?
Can YOU prove, that YOU did not murder my family?
What evidence can YOU provide, to prove that YOU were not involved?
To everyone talking about gun reform after this weeks Colorado shooting, here my thoughts:
Mass shootings happen everywhere often, it's rare they make the news... for example ... in Lewiston Maine, exactly 2 hours BEFORE this shooting in Colorado, there was a shooting in Lewiston, Maine - it was not in the news - if I wasn't local, I wouldn't have known about it.
In America, there is an average of 300 mass shootings EACH AND EVERY DAY, as well as shootings of only 1 or 2 people occurring at a rate of more then 500 per day.
That mass shootings do not make news headlines more often, is the ONLY reason so many people are surprised.
An average of only 1 in every 2,000 shootings ever gets reported on national TV.
That YOU did not know this, simply shows that you are someone who does not pay attention to what goes on daily around you in your own home town and home state.
#That so many people are marveling at the mass shooting, simply tells me that the bulk of society has it's head shoved up their own asses and are too blind to see what it happening in their own town every day.
The ONLY time a mass shooting appears in the news is if:
* 1 - it was a school shooting done by a child
* 2 - it resulted in the death of a police officer
* 3 - the shooter was someone famous - and usually only if they are a sports player, while actors, authors, singers, especially rap singers, commit mass shootings on an alarmingly frequent basis, but usually football stars and basketball players are the only ones who make news headlines when they commit mass shooting
Some states, like California, Massachusetts, and Illinois, have so many mass shootings PER DAY, that the daily newspapers have a column that is titled: **"TODAY'S SHOOTINGS"** which is simply a list of street addresses and times. It item on the list reads like this: *"Shooting at 10:38AM on Main Street, 3 wounded, 2 dead."* These lists will often have 10 or 12 or more shootings, for EACH DAY!
(I worked for Guy Gannett news paper publishing firm for 21 years; they publish many large newspapers, including the Boston Globe)
#DAILY mass shootings are so common in some states, that the newspaper keeps a daily list of today's shootings!
Mass shootings are so common in Maine that I have both witnessed and captured on camera, more than 200 of them JUST since 2015.
March 2020 - 4 men with guns broke into my elderly neighbours house and gunned him down in his bed while he slept - it was not in the news - had the shooting not woken me up and I been standing in my driveway when the police took out his body I would not know it had happened.
February 14, 2019, my cousin was killed in a WalMart shooting in Scarborough, Maine - it was not in the news - I only know it happened because a family member died.
July 2013 - a different cousin was killed in another shooting - it was not in the news - had it not been a family member who died I wouldn't know it happened.
June 2001 another cousin was killed in another shooting - at the San Diego ComicCon - he was shot by a police officer - he was a by stander who got shot by a paranoid, racist police officer shooting at someone who it turned out did not have a gun and was just a black man wearing a hoodie walking by minding his own business - it was not in the news - had it not been a family member who died I wouldn't know it happened.
November 2015 and July 2016 - Scarbughouh WalMart was evacuated because a local white supremist group - a group of about 30 people armed with guns - "took over" the WalMart and started shooting at black and Muslim customers - I was one of the people being shot at because of how I dress, they mistook me as Muslim even though I was not - it was not in the news - had I not been a shopper in the store those 2 days and been one of the people being shot at, I would not know it had happened
In August 2016, there were 5 shootings in a single week in Old Orchard Beach, Maine... one involved a group of 70 people with guns driving through town shooting anyone they suspected of being gay - it was not in the news, I only know it happened because they shot 30 bullets into the front of my house and 50+ bullets into my neighbours house - they claimed I was a male to female transgender gay man even though I'm a natural born woman
My neighbour 2 houses down - a town counsel men of Old Orchard Beach - has had 7 FBI raids on his home the past 4 years - each time removing over 100 illegal assault rifles... he was charged with shooting 4 people in one of the gay shootings done by the group of 70+ people - he was not arrested and is still on the town counsel - had the state police and FBI officers not come to our house to tell us to stay inside during the raid, I would have known about it, because it was not in the news.
Between 2015 and 2021 - I have MORE THAN 100 local mass shootings here in Maine were CAUGHT ON CAMERA during my livestreams on Twitch - not one of them was on any news station.
Maine has one of the LOWEST crime rates in the country.
News stations rely on the police department to forward the reports of these shootings to them, so that the news reporters can reports on the shootings happening.
Gun reform will solve nothing. Because when all is said and done, a gun is nothing but a piece of scrap metal and on it's own all it can do is lay harmlessly on the ground.
A gun can harm no one, unless it is wielded by a dangerous person. The person, not the gun, is the problem.
A person who would shoot somebody, is STILL going to hurt people, even they did not have a gun. They would build a bomb, or wield a knife, or even a wooden fence post. If they want to cause harm, they will, gun or no gun.
Yes, a gun makes it easier for them to hurt more people at once, but take their guns away, and they will just find something else to hurt people with. EVERYTHING is dangerous in their hands because THEY THE PERSON is dangerous.
I live in Maine - the place in the world that has more guns per person than anywhere else on the planet - Maine has just under 2 million residents, and just over 17million leally registered guns and estimated another 5million illegal guns.
Maine is a wild forest region, 3/4s of the population NEED their guns to survive, because they eat deer, moose, squirrel, fox, coywolf, fisher, duck, turkey - every day, and without their guns, their families would starve to death.
Most gun owners ARE responsible people and are NOT running around shooting people.
Look at Maine, Everyone wears fur coats, where do you think the fur came from? It's -40F on a good day. Everyone here in Maine wears furs, because if we didn't, we would freeze to death.
Bear attacks happen daily. Groups of 20 to 50 coywolves gang up on children and tear them to shreds ... here in Maine, you NEED a gun, just go outside and NOT be torn apart by mountain lions, wolves, bear, or coywolves.
Guns keep people alive, warm, and feed, far more often, than guns hurt or kill. There's a lot of people who NEED guns to stay alive, to feed their families, to protect their families.
In the hands of a responsible person a gun is a tool of survival, not a weapon.
Only dangerous people, who would kill even without a gun, make guns a dangerous weapon.
Guns are not the problem - dangerous people are.
Gun reform is NOT the answer.
All gun reform is going to do is punish people who obey the law.
But people who use guns to kill, are not law abiding citizens, so, gun reform will not affect them, because they don't obey laws anyways.
People who use guns to kill, don't care about laws, so changing laws WILL NOT STOP THEM!
If they cared about obeying the law, they wouldn't being killing people in the first place.
My family, we are not white, and THAT is why my family has seen so many mass shootings, because every single mass shooting listed above, was done by a dangerous person, so blinded by racist hate that they felt the need to kill non-whites.
Racism is the problem.
Guns are only dangerous in the hands of haters, racists, and bigots.
But you people obsessing over the Colorado shooting, you act like mass shootings are rare... ad they are NOT... mass shooting happen all the time, they just don't get reported on very often.
We need better awareness to how often mass shootings happen.
it's not gun reform we need - we need police officers willing to do their jobs and #1 arrest the shooters not just take their guns away and #2 tell the news stations how often these near weekly mass shootings happen so the news can report on HOW OFTEN these events happen
#Awareness of how often mass shootings occur and don't get reported on by the news is what is needed
Maybe, if you stopped focusing on self and paid attention to something other than yourself for a change, you'd notice how vastly common gun crime is.
Don't rely on the news media to tell you the whole truth. They tell you pieces of the truth, and only as much of the truth as they think you want to hear, and only than, if they think it'll boost their ratings.
The daily mass shootings of Chicago are rarely in the news, because they happen so often, so many of them every day, that they are deemed "TOO BORING" to be news worthy.
The daily mass shootings of Boston are likewise, rarely in the news, because it's usually gang related and when was the last time you saw the news media report on anything the Mafia did?
The weekly mass shootings of Maine are almost never in the news, because no one in the lower 48 gives 2 shits about Maine.
If it isn't going to bring views or increase ratings, the news station isn't going to cover it, no matter what it is, including, and not limited to, mass shootings.
Gun reform is NOT going to fix the problem.
Responsible gun owners are already obeying the current gun laws.
Gun reform, is ONLY going to punish, responsible people, for things they would never do.
Mass shootings are committed by people who do obey gun laws, so changing gun laws, WILL NOT prevent mass shootings.
People who commit mass shootings, rarely buy their guns legally, so changing laws regarding gun sales, will NOT keep guns out of their hands.
What we need is NOT gun reform, wat we NEED is HONEST NEWS REPORTING.
We NEED news stations who report on ACTUAL daily news.
If people KNEW how many mass shootings occur **EVERY DAY, in ALL 50 STATES**, they would know who truly pointless and a waste of time a resources, gun reform is.
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I stream on Twitch, YouTube, FaceBook, and Twitter. I have no pre-planned schedule for which site I will go live on. I do NOT multi-stream on multiple sites at once, so if I am live on one, I am not live on the other 3. (The FaceBook one will say "Video Unavailable" when not live.)
NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
Vanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'h
If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, take a close look at his gambeson and see what you see. If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, you'll see it and you'll know exactly what it means. On the other hand if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue.
>>Both images on the left from May 2018, the 1st Avallac'h Playthrough
Vanilla Avallac'h has black hair and eyebrows turned grey, and has an appalling LOD of 5 and draw distance of 7, and has no hairworks effects, no wind effects, and while his 3d model & texture files have wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins, you can't see them on the vanilla settings.
Also while Avallac'h's clothen had a RedCloth file, it had very low grade settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be blurry.
Vanilla Avallac'h has pupils that react to light, like all other characters in the game.
>>Both images on the right from September 15, 2020, the 3rd Avallac'h Playthrough
Modded Avallac'h has a 5,000 LOD and draw distance, resulting in wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins on his skin can now be seen. This also revealed that he has a fine scar down the side of his nose and one over his eyebrow, both were not visible at all with the vanilla LOD settings.
Hairworks and wind effects have been added to his hair.
While we are talking about his hair... notice that he wears payot. If you don't know what payot are or why a man would have them... Google will help you. It brands him as Hasidic.
His hair and eyebrows are changed to blond (as described in the novels), his skin has been lightened several shades (again to match novel descriptions), and he has new texture files for his eyes to make them pale ice aquamarine with pink pupils, as described in the novels.
Modded Avallac'h has pupils that are frozen into tiny pinpricks and never grow or retract with light changes, matching the information we were told about him having suffered severe nerve damage which caused him to have tiny frozen pupils that did not react to light.
Because the file which changes a character's pupils, is NOT connected to their eye file, but rather is connected to their shadow file and changes not only the size and shape of pupils in different lights, it also changes the shadows on their face, and changes the intensity of their makeup.
The result of changing this file, is that shadows on Avallac'h's face are now fainter and his vanilla very dark eyeshadow is now many shades much lighter.
This results in a bright highlight on his cheekbones, making them much paler, and has caused an illusion that his cheekbones are even sharper than before, even though no change was made to his 3D model bone structure... i is simply a result of less shadow below his cheekbones with brighter highlight over them, and fewer shadows around his eyes.
I increased the depth of Avallac'h's RedCloth file (edited the 3D model to make ridged details a deeper depth) and increased settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be much sharper and more noticable, making the cloth look more real.
And speaking of the cloth looking more real... if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue what it was I mentioned earlier, so let me point it out... on the beast of his gambeson, right over the nipple, there are slash marks that are stitched into a very specific pattern/design... this marks Avallac'h as a very high ranking priest, one who has access to the deepest, inner circles of the Temple, on par with The Levite in the Bible, it also tells us that he is a virgin and living celibate lifestyle because of his religious rank.
On their own, the slash marks do not identify a specific religion, but one of 5 religions. However, that, with the payot, and the fact that he covers his head when going outside, brands him as a Hasidic Jew.
We further know that in the novels, ALL Elves are Jewish, and the masque of the Elves during the Human invasion, was an outright retelling of the Holocaust, and Avallac'h spoke an ancient dialect of Hebrew and was unable to understand most Humans as he spoke none of the common tongues.
Raise your hand if you ACTUALLY KNOW what Manna is? Sephiroth? Sackcloth and ashes? Golems? The Tree of Life? The Pentagram? Tzitzit? Are you able to explain ANY of those things and what they are, when you encounter them in quests in the game?
Can you explain WHY Geralt meditates on a prayer rug facing East?
Explain to me WHY after her grandmother dies, Ciri shreds her cloths, starts wearing sackcloth, and rolls her golden blond hair in ashes to turn it into dreadlocks, resulting her becoming known as "the ashen haired maid"?
When the game shows you Avallac'h naked in Kaer Morhen, can you read the Hebrew writing tattoo across his chest and abdomen? Do you know what the symbols on his tattoos mean?
After having watched more than 5,000 playthroughs of Witcher 3 on Twitch, I'm continually amazed at how few people ever recognize the plethora of openly Jewish characters and miss the HUNDREDS of Holocaust reference easter eggs that flood every segment of the game.
And now that the books are becoming popular, after 40 years of being ignored by the bulk of society... it likewise amazes me, how many people are so clueless about the Holocaust and what happened to the Jews in Poland, that they read the Witcher novels with blind eyes, and completely miss that the Gnomes and Elves are blatantly Jewish, while the Humans are blatantly Nazi, and the mass murder of millions of Jewish Gnomes and Elves at the hands of their Nazi Human invaders, is an outright retelling of the events of real world history.... of that happened just 80 years ago.
Our world is in a pitiful state if the so recent mass murder of 20 million is so easily forgotten, so soon.
If you know nothing about the Holocaust, you REALLY shouldn't play this game or read the novels it was based on, because you'll completely miss the message they send. It'll go right over your head.
Spend a year or two doing some massive research into the Holocaust, especially what happened in Poland, and THEN play the game and read the novels, and THEN remember that the author who created this: was a Polish Jew who as a small child, saw his friends and family murdered, and then you'll understand why he wrote what he wrote.
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UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.
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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.
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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.
And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.
This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.
Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.
April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.
May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.
August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.
August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.
Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.
In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.
By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.
Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.
She died only 8 months after her return.
Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago. Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.
All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.
Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?
The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.
Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.
How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.
How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?
Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.
This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.
May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.
Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.
The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.
Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.
She was only 10 years old.
This is what it means, to not be white in America.
White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.
This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.
We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.
What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.
#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...
#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?
Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones
I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.
I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.
With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.
And what exactly did they do?
August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.
March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees.
April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.
May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."
June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up. And I witnessed that entire event.
And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.
At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.
June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.
June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.
That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.
I don't know who these 2 women are.
The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."
I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.
She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."
They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.
So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.
Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.
These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.
July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.
They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."
What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.
He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."
He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying:
"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."
While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"
"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"
W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."
I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen.
My farm was razed.
My family was murdered.
I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.
There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.
All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.
Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.
What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.
The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.
We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.
NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
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One of my earliest memories was of a road trip to Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. I was 6, maybe 7 at the time. I was sitting in the backseat of a 1964 Dodge 330 4-door sedan, a former Old Orchard Beach police car, now painted metallic orange.
On either side of me sat an old lady. The older one, at five foot one, was only inches taller than I was, had short curly hair, was known for her wild temper, spiteful ways, starting fist fights, putting curses on everyone in sight, spoke with a Scottish accent so thick you could barely discern she was speaking English, and in the 1960s had embraced the passion of wearing purple polyester.
The other, twenty years younger than the first, with hair not quite as grey, stood five foot eight, had very dark tan skin, kept her hair tied in two long pigtail braids, and having just arrived back home from (yet another) trip to Hawaii, was dressed in a long ruffled muumuu with butterflies so huge, that only two fit across it.
Neither had ever driven a car; both remembered the days long before cars existed.
“Nobody ever takes me anywhere,” complained one.
“Oh, I know it, isn’t it terrible, nobody ever takes me anywhere either,” answered the other.
They spent the next several miles discussing how they each did nothing all day but sit home alone, never got out of the house, and had overall dull, boring lives. The conversation was ironic, considering neither had any idea where they were, seeing as some 100 miles or so back, we had taken a wrong turn and were now wandering aimlessly on the unmapped dirt roads which weave their way around the New Hampshire White Mountains.
Their conversation went on in endless babble, until the Scottish woman pulled out a ham sandwich and offered it to the Kickapoo Indian woman, a Seventh Day Adventist and Huna practitioner, and therefore a strict vegetarian and animal rights activist.
An all out food fight ensued with pieces of ham sandwiches being thrown from one side of the car to the other.
It was always eventful sitting between my two grandmothers on a long road trip, because you never knew whether you should wear yellow to match the mustard or white to match the mayo.
I was quite used to this by now, as we took a road trip every weekend and airborne slices of tomato, flying lettuce, and hamburger patties sliding down the windshield, was just the way it was. My parents had long ago given up on asking their parents to sit down and behave.
Until that moment you would have thought the two women best of friends. However, nothing could have been further from the truth. The two women hated one another, had spent many years feuding, and had only been sitting peacefully together in the red shag backseat of a giant orange car, because one’s son had married the other’s daughter and any chance to spend time with their grandbaby was worth having to put up with one another’s company for a few hours.
To the untrained eye, the ham sandwich had been an innocent mistake; however, anyone who knew Helen Ricker-Allen knew all too well that she did not normally eat ham, and had gone out of her way to buy ham, specifically for this event, knowing full well that meat of all kinds, but most especially pig, was off Eva Viola Atwater’s menu.
The screaming and yelling died down when we reached the top of Mt. Washington, but the slices of ham were firmly stuck to the windows and ceiling for the rest of the trip.
The second haunted car to be added to my collection, I bought it in 1983. I am his 5th owner.
It's list of owners are this:
#1: Old Orchard Beach Police Department (1964 to 1965)
#2: Dr. Larcochelle of Ocean Ave (next door to Sudds Laundry) (1965 - 1972)
#3: David "Dave" Marcott (1972 - 1975)
#4: OOB fireman, Kenneth Ricker Allen (1975 - 1983)
#5: Me (1983 - to current)
1964 Dodge 330; former Old Orchard Beach Police Car;
Originally silver, Dr. Larcochelle used a paintbrush to paint it a matte gold. He is the one who named it Christine.
It was painted it's current orange metalflake by Bryan Marcott (Dave Marcott's son.) The colour is 1964 Cadillac "copper penny".
I renamed it The GoldenEagle in 1983 in an attempt to disassociate it from Stephen King and the onslaught of King fans who worship this car on bizarre cultish levels. It's mirrors, antenna, and most of it's chrome trim has been stolen by Stephen King fans over the years, a result of his having made a movie called "Christine" based off the rumours Old Orchard Beach residents spread around Maine about this supposedly haunted car.
Rumours of it being a demon possessed haunted car first surfaced in 1964 when it was purchased by the Old Orchard Beach police department. Locals claim, that the first time an officer drove it, he commit suicide that night. I can not confirm this event and have never been able to locate the officer's name.
I can however confirm that 3 other officers who drove the car, did in fact all commit suicide after driving the car, including the Old Orchard Beach animal control officer/ Wells Code Enforcement Officer Bruce Savoy who murdered his whole family in Wells, Maine, before killing himself.
It was also blamed for the deaths of French Canadian Old Orchard Beach police officers "The Babe" and "Adam" in the late 1970s/early 1980s.
Usually accused of having killed 4 police officers and 11 locals, the numbers change depending on which terror crazed radical is telling the story. In my research into the car's history, I can only confirm the 4 police officer suicides listed above and not the additional ones attributed to it. I can also confirm that The Babe, Adam, and Bruce Savoy, did in fact all drive the car, as I myself had witnessed each of them do so.
Most towns you see the police and rescue working together, arriving together on scene of every 911 call. Not in Old orchard Beach, where you often see the red and blue in fierce competition with each other. Fist fights between police officers and rescue men are common and brutal in Old Orchard Beach.
When you call 911, either the police arrive or the fire department. Not both. Never both. They hate each so much they can barely stand to be in the same town together let alone at the same crime scene together.
You will never see a fire men at a crime scene, nor will you ever see a police officer at a fire.
It was this viscous, often violent feud between the departments that was why when the fire department left my yard with a bomb on October 18, 2006... it never reached the evidence locker of the police department. The fire men reported delivering. The police tossed it because the fireman not only delivered, but they found in the house that had the world's most haunted car sitting in the driveway. The police department hates the haunted car that much. Rumours in the fire department say that it was a police officer who put the bomb in my house, in the room beside the driveway, hoping to destroy the car when it went off. While the house was destroyed and I nearly killed, the car survived the bomb without a scratch.
This car is responsible for the sometimes feud level rift between the police officers of Old Orchard Beach (who hate the car with a paranoid vengeance) and the firemen of Old Orchard Beach (who consider the car to be a legendary iconic landmark of the town.)
While the Old Orchard Beach Police Force lives in mortal terror of the haunted car, the Old Orchard Beach Fire Department on the other hand, idolizes the car as a "good luck charm"
From 1975 to 1983, the car had "special" municipal plates issued to it, and had red strobe lights and a siren installed on it. It was used as a "first responder car" by Old Orchard Beach firemen, who were able to pile 8 large officers into the car, and get them to the scene of the emergency, faster then the fire trucks.
Because the car has what firemen described as "a drug dealer's engine" that could reach speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour, it was often used by the Old Orchard Beach fire department, instead of an ambulance, to transport burn victims to hospitals.
Owner, fireman Kenneth Ricker Allen, was awarded a "town hero" when he drove a 10 year old girl with 3rd degree burns over her entire body, from Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on a high speed, police escorted (state not local police), none-stop drive straight to St Jude's Hospital.
Hundreds of witnesses to the event reported seeing the car with flames coming from the wheels. And indeed, when it returned to Maine after the drive to St Jude's, the tires were burned to the metal, the treads completely gone.
While most people, claim the car is demonic and evil, firemen claim the car was the reason for being able to save more lives then anything else.
They report many instances where they could not fit a fire truck through the roads, and attached a fire hose to the car, then drove it into places the big engines could not fit.
They cite dozens of accounts when burn victims would have died en-rought to the hospital had they gone in an ambulance instead of the car.
Since it's legendary drive to St Jude's Children's Hospital Special Burn Victim's Unit, the car has been regarded by Old Orchard Beach fire men as the good luck charm of the town, and have said if the car was ever removed from the town it would bring down a curse on the town, brought about by the spirits of every one whom had ever died in a fire.
While Old Orchard Beach Police Officers claim the car is demon possessed, Old Orchard Beach Firemen claim the car "flies on the wings of angels, driving at speeds no natural car could reach on it's own, when carrying burn victims on board".
Old Orchard Beach firemen, like most other residents of town, agree a supernatural entity lives in the car, but they call Etiole an arch angel, not a ghost or demon as most locals do.
The Gypsy clan that owned the car in the 1970s was known for their extreme "Evel Knievel" style dare devil attempts. One of the most frightening experiences of my life was to be in the back seat of the car, loaded with fire fighters, as it made a 230 mph run from Portland to Biddeford... via train track... with a freighter bearing down on the back bumper the entire way.
The Old Orchard Beach Police had put up a gate across the tracks, cross wise the gate between the town hall and the Pier on main street. The car went crashing through it like it wasn't there and never slowed down, with blue sparks flying from the wheels, that were now nearly completely devoid of any rubber left at all, it's wheels now riding metal on metal, same as the train.
Yes, my parents are insane - no one in Old Orchard Beach questions that. My dad was driving while my mother and the fire men, were hanging out the windows flipping birdies at the fleet of police cars driving along side.
Such events were frequent and usually included Bud Hurst, Dave Marcott, Bryan Marcott, Ken Blow, Steve Swenson, Tim Swenson, and John Pusliver (Jolly John - hi-ho jolly - yes, often while wearing his banana costume) in addition to the fire men, and was a group that often included police officers Gene Lacroy, Chucky Granger, Bruce Savouy, Adam S., and The Babe.
Car stuffing was not unusual with The GoldenEagle and it could, pack more then 20 people in and on it - with some hanging on the outside, standing on the running boards and holding the roof.
Several of the shoot outs between the Atwater and Cyr Gypsy clans took place with the Atwaters packed into this car and shooting at Cyrs and police alike with their double barrel shot guns.
The wildest rides were however, not the ones in this car, but rather it's sister car a green double decker car (2 cars wielded together), with gun men strapped into the roof load of bench seats on the upper car.
Bud Hurst was the first openly gay man to live in Old Orchard Beach - he had a vendetta against police after being stripped naked, tied to the back of a squad car and dragged 14 miles to be hung in Biddeford's Rotary Park flagpole. Yes. Police officers did that to him.
The fire men were packing guns the night of the train ride, shooting as many bullets as birdies at the police.
The 1970s in Old Orchard Beach were wild.
The fire department was infuriated with the police department refused to investigate the stolen car.
When the car was stolen in May 2010, the entire Old Orchard Beach fire department drove the town fire engines up and down Portland Ave, tooting and blaring sirens, in protest of the vandalism of the car they considered "heroic" for the many lives it helped save.
As many as 34 suicides, beheading, and death by lightening strikes are attributed to the car, by some people. Though no direct link to the car in ANY death, murder, or suicide has ever been determined. Lack of proof the car is killing people has never stopped people from accusing the car of killing people.
There have been 4 people killed in the last decade, in Old Orchard Beach, by lightening strikes. In every case locals made the claim that the person in question had "made bad remarks" about the car the day before they died. I can not confirm these rumors.
In 2001 an elderly woman was beheaded in a freak accident, when she drove her car under an 18-wheeler, cutting her car in half top to bottom. Locals claimed that she had a week earlier made an attempt to "exorcise the demon" from my car. I can not confirm that she attempted to exorcise the car, however, I knew this woman personally, attended church with her, she did ride as a passenger in the car, and she did have a habit of pouring oil on every one and every thing claiming she was "casting out devils". Her pastor, Banard Elliot, retaliated at her death, by in July 2001, hiring Morin House Movers to cut my house in two, and move it to Lake Arrowhead. During the 3 year court case that followed, the Maine State Police uncovered the fact that Elliot's church The Arundel Christian Tabernacle was stealing tens of thousands of dollars in social security checks from it's senior membership. The church was shut down in 2004 by the State Police for being a scam operation, and the pastor commit suicide in order to avoid going to prison, resulting in the rumours of him being yet another person "compelled by the car's demon to commit suicide".
People in the area often make the claim that the car is haunted by the ghost of the "Indian Chief" of the Saco River Curse. Again, I can find no evidence to confirm the ghost of "an Indian Chief" is haunting my car.
The most persistent rumour locals spread about my car, is the fact that it is "demon possessed". They claim the car is "possessed by an evil suicide demon" which they claim "compels all who touch it to commit suicide". Many residents of Old Orchard Beach have thus dubbed it "The Suicide Car".
We can confirm that at least 34 of the suicides attributed to being caused by the car, were in fact people who at some point did in fact touch the car, though we can not confirm that either the car or a demon "caused" the 34 suicides in question.
Many locals point out that Etiole is covered with scars that look to be self inflicted, which they give as their "proof" that Etiole is what they call a "suicide demon". They claim his uses "black magic" and "voodoo dolls", then cuts himself to cause people to commit suicide in a self inflicted blood ritual. I can confirm Etiole (a very ancient/elderly local hermit who lives in the Ross Forest) has an obsession with suicide and talks about it constantly. I can also confirm he uses "voodoo dolls" and what could be considered "black magic". I can not confirm that he is not human or that he is a demon. Many of the scars on his arms do appear to be self inflicted, but they appear, to me, to be his attempt to remove the tattoos that he says prison guards put on him.
Interestingly our town has an abnormally high rate of suicides, and mass murder suicides in York County (events where a person kills their family before killing themselves) are the highest in the country, with an average of two murder-suicides happening each year.
Old Orchard Beach has the highest rate of police officer suicide in the state of Maine.
There are also more murder-suicides committed by police officers, in York County, then any other region within New England.
The most famous murder-suicide attributed to the haunted car, is The Cascade Murders. (offsite link to news reports)
It is blamed for having a demon that possessed the boy who killed 5 people in the Cascade Murders; According to town manager Jim Thomas and assistant town manager Louise Reed (when they arrived in my yard the day after the murders), a young boy supposedly snuck into my yard the previous day after being dared by his friends to touch the world's most haunted car; the boy promptly went home, took a butcher knife, then waited for his grandmother, parents, siblings, and their dog, to come home and one by one cut the heads off of each member of his family as they returned home that night, then set fire to the house, and told the neighbours a demon had done it.
The Cascade Murders are considered to be one of the most horrific murders in Maine history.
The Old Orchard Beach police officers who answered the call, found it very difficult to keep a straight face and stop laughing, as Jim Thomas and Louis Reed told them how it was the (in their words) "poltergeist" car and not the boy who had killed the Bolduc family.
(Yes, this is the same Bolduc family involved in the 1983 shoot-out known as "The Battle of 4-5-8".)
(And yes, it IS once again, the SAME Bolduc family involved in the August 21, 1991 murder of Tajid and Anistatia, an event that happened in my yard and I was a witness too. Their family has a history of mental illness, extreme violence, and people randomly killing everyone in the room for no reason at all.)
After they got done laughing at the town manager and his assistant, the police officers gave the two town officials hell for calling in a false police report in the middle of a "gravely serious murder investigation".
The police found no evidence that the supposedly haunted car was connected to ANY of the multiple mass murders the Bolduc family committed in the past 3 decades. However, Jim Thomas, in addition to be Old Orchard Beach town manager was also first counselor to Bishop Den Keenings, together they, with second counselor Joel Bailey, incited members of their church (including the Byrant women who'd been thrown from the car 2 decades earlier) into a mob like frenzy, which resulted in them arriving in my yard on May 10, 2015 to tear the car to pieces. Joel Bailey went to prison a few months following this event, for this, his connection to the bomb that blew up my house in 2006, and for hacking Old Orchard Beach town hall bank accounts and stealing $3 million dollars of town tax funds. Joel, one of the more radical fear mongers around rumors of the car's being haunted, claims the car possessed him and made him to the things he did because the car in his words had "a demon living in it."
The haunted car supposedly drives around town on it's own without a driver, terrorizing the locals - according to the dozens of locals who claimed to have seen the car do this. I've yet to find any evidence of this happening.
The car has been struck by lightening twice since I have owned it.
Multiple people report having seen a demon sitting in the back seat;
4 different women have been "thrown" out of the back seat while the haunted car was being driven on the highway
(I witnessed all 4 events)
Local auto mechanic "Mac" of "Mac's Garage" on Saco Ave (old Mac, now retired), examined the haunted car in 1984 after Bishop Bryant's wife Letta, claimed that a demon "tore off" her seat belt, "threw open the door" and "kicked" her out into the road, while she was a passenger carpooling with us to K-Mart in Scarborough.
Mac's findings was that both the seat belt and the door lock were faulty. After several tests he confirmed that at speeds of 45 miles per hour, the door lock would come lose and the door would swing open. He fixed the door lock and there was never again any problems with people "being thrown" out of the haunted car.
In 1980, a group of Traveller Gypsies, illegally squatting on our farm, claimed the haunted car came to life and attacked them by shooting lightening bolts at them. They packed up their tents the same day and fled.
Every few days, for the past 42 years, dead animals are found on or around the car, no matter where it is parked. Once a moose leg was found on the roof, squirrels, rabbits, foxes, and birds are near daily found on it's hood. The vets I took the dead animals to, all said the animals died of electrocution and "appeared to have been hit by lightening".
In 2007 a group of people claiming to be "MUFON Scientists" came asking to do tests on the car. Their machine "went off the charts crazy", which they said meant the car was "giving off alarmingly high charges of radiation, like something you'd expect to see in a nuclear meltdown". These MUFON scientists, concluded that an "amphibious alien" was living in the car and, that the car was soaking up the radiation that the alien was giving off.
The metal body of the car is VERY HOT to the touch, and causes serious burns if you keep your hand on it for more then a few seconds. Multiple people have suffered serious 2nd degree burns, with severe blistering and bleeding, as a result of people daring them to keep their hand on the car for more then 2 minutes.
Watches, calculators, radios, and cameras stop functioning while inside the haunted car.
Batteries (AA, D volt, etc) left inside the haunted car, explode after about 15 minutes of contact with the car.
If someone sits in the haunted car for several hours, then gets out of the car and holds a battery in their hand, the ends of the battery start foaming and leaking acid.
Putting on a watch after getting out of the haunted car, results in the watch face cracking and leaking black goo.
Thousands of tourists have tried photographing the haunted car, only to have the film in their cameras melt into gooey blobs, leaving their cameras destroyed.
Hundreds of photos have been successfully developed, but ALL are either heavily blurred, and/or are spattered with thousands of glowing "fairy orbs". Of more then 50,000 photos taken of the car, since 1964, only TWO (2) are clear. One of those 2 is seen above.
On July 26 of every year, tourists from Quebec make a pilgrimage to come touch the haunted car, claiming it heals all illnesses of any one who touches it on that day. More then 30,000 people have touched the world's most haunted car hoping to "be healed", resulting in the paint on the fenders being worn down to the bare metal now. Thousands of people (including cancer patients) claim to have been "miraculously healed" after touching the car.
As these people were all strangers, trespassing illegally on my land and touching my car without my permission, I can not confirm that any of them where who they claimed to be, had the illnesses they said they had, or if they were or were not cured by the haunted car after touching it on July 26.
In 1980 or town crossed 1,000 residents and was now seeing 2,000 to 3,000 summer torists each year.
Then Stephen King arrived. Fascinated by the local rumors about my car, he wrote a book and a movie, both called "Christine".
From 1983 to 2010, this car was responsible for the extreme high rate of tourists coming to Old Orchard Beach each summer, with as many as 2 million tourists coming to our town each summer, just to see the car.
Stephen King returned a decade later to based a second movie off my family, this one filmed in my yard with the haunted car on the set: The Thinner.
Thanks to Stephen King, by 2007 our town had 12,000 residents and 2 million summer tourists.
The car was stolen May 2010.
Due to the extreme, irrational hatred local residents have for the car, it was put in storage in a different town. A town which in 2010 had 5,000 residents and was not a tourists spot, but today in 2017 now has 20,000 residents and gets the 2 million summer tourists Old Orchard Beach used to get.
Where the car goes, the tourists follow.
The tourists of Old Orchard Beach came for the car, and without it, the only tourists who come here now, are the ones who come for the beach... a frigid, ice water, beach with 50F heat waves in summer. People who want a beach, go to Florida, not Maine. Without the haunted car, this town has nothing of interest to keep the tourists coming back year after year any more.
With the car no longer in Old Orchard Beach, Stephen King fans find little reason to vacation here in our town anymore. From 2010 to 2016, Old Orchard Beach has struggled to get 10,000 summer tourists. Gone are the days of 2million tourists each summer.
In 2012, two years after the car was removed from Old Orchard Beach, 9,000 residents packed up and left, bringing our town down to only 3,000 year round residents... and those numbers drop every month.
It is estimated that if the resident numbers continue dropping at the rate they are now, the town will be back to 700 year round residents by 2022 and be struggling to bring in 1,000 summer tourists, making our town officially the ghost town it is fast becoming.
There are several dozen residents of Old Orchard Beach, constantly coming to my yard, begging me to bring the car back to Old Orchard Beach to "remove the curse" that has been placed on our town by it's removal.
The car will not return to Old Orchard beach until resident can guarantee, no member of Jim Thomas' Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints is working at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, AND the Cyr Clan with their army of 4-door white trucks, is going to stop harassing me.
And after filling my motorhome with feces and cutting my cats heads off... if Etiole wants to put a curse on this town, he can have them.
Note that the car was never actually "on public display", and EVERY case of someone (tourists, MUFON, vandals, etc) coming to my yard to touch my car... they were ALL trespassers here without my authorization or permission, and had to go past 144 "Keep Out" and "No Trespassing" signs before reaching my car, which I had deliberately parked in the woods, 200 feet off the road, behind rose bushes, so that it could not be seen from the road, in my desperate attempt to hide it from the onslaught of trespassers, most of them being Stephen King's piss pants crazed screaming fan-girls.
In their crazed attempts to get to the car, these tens of thousands of trespassers, destroyed my vegetable crops, decimated my rose gardens, damaged my barns and sheds, and inexplicably, made a habit of stealing "soverniurs" from my yard (including to having stolen more then 200 pink plastic flamingos, dozens of garden gnomes, hundreds of plants which they dug up with the shovels they brought with them, and hundreds of bird feeders... all taken by thieving trespassers who claimed it was their "right" to do so, by virtue of them being Stephen King fans and my yard being the Gypsy farm that The Thinner was filmed on.
It is frustrating and annoying the complete and total lack of moral decency, and outright disrespect, and constant invasion of my privacy, I am subjected to at the hands of Stephen King's psychotically arrogant, self rightious screaming fan girls.
Since it's removal from our town in 2010, Old Orchard Beach struggles to reach 10,000 tourists each year.
Also in 2010 the population of our town went from 12,000 year round residents to 3,000, with more then half of the businesses in town shutting down that same year, due to "lack of tourist income".
Old Orchard Beach firemen point out that the town of Old Orchard Beach is being punished by "spirits of victims who died in house fires" for the deplorable way they treated the car and the people who owned it.
According the the fire fighters of Old Orchard Beach, the town will continue to lose residents and continue to see a steady decrease in both tourists and tourist income, until the car is returned to Old Orchard Beach where it belongs.
They cite that the town's last 7 years of "bad luck" was caused by the mob-like attack on the car in May of 2010, and that until the car is restored back into running order and once again driving on the streets of Old Orchard Beach, there is no hope of the town seeing either it's residents, it's tourists, or it's tourist income return.
Firemen of Old Orchard Beach predict that if the car is not returned to Old Orchard Beach soon, Old Orchard will become a ghost town, once again reverting back to the 700 residents it had when the town bought the car in 1964.
On May 10, 2010, shortly after a local teenager murdered 5 members of his family, hours after touching the haunted car on a dare; members of the Saco ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, gathered together and used 2 trucks to tear the car in half, by tying each bumper to a truck, then driving both directions. The car was torn into nearly a dozen pieces, and then sold to various locations all over the state. Within 5 day we tracked down all pieces of it, and have put it's remains in storage to prevent farther damage by vandals.
Mechanics who examined the car in 2010 after the vandalism, said it will cost at minimum $57,000 to get the car running again, and could cost in excess of $500,000 to restore, due to the fact the car is so rare (fewer then 300 are know to still exist) and most of the parts will have to be hand built, rather then bought, requiring the services of someone who can cast custom car parts.
Old Orchard Beach fire men point out that the town's sudden lose of both tourists and residents coincides with the town's attack on the car, and that the town is "being punished by the archangel who lives in the car" for their having destroyed the car.
Interestingly, the tiny town the car was transported to on May 15, 2010, has seen a sudden booming surge of residents, tourists, and income, growing in the past 7 years from a tiny town of 5,000 to a booming city of 25,000. Formerly the town with the 2nd lowest taxes in the state (in 2010) it now is on the top 10 highest taxes in New England (in 2017).
The firemen who know where the car is currently located, have pointed to this super fast boost in residents, tourists, and income, in a town formerly unheard of to those outside of Maine, claiming that this is "proof" the car was in fact a good luck charm and not demon possessed.
Interestingly... this town turned city, like Old Orchard Beach, has suddenly seen a surge in police officer suicides and cops on killing sprees.
Strangely, since it's train track run in the 1970s, it now stalls on EVERY train track. Always requires being pushed off the tracks and being pushed for several feet while attempting to restart, before it will start again, once crossing a train track.
The car has been driven off the Old Orchard Beach Pier multiple times, taking a nose drive into the Atlantic Ocean. Each time with the driver, struggling desperately to gain control of the car, unable to stop it or steer it. I was a passenger in it during two of these events. In both instances the doors and window locked on their own and no one inside was able to get them open. The car eventually drifted back to land with the tide, at which point we were able to escape it. It has done this to every person who has ever driven it.
Requires 3 to 4 people to open the hood (described as prying open the jaws of a clam); once open, requires being braced with boards, to prevent the monster sized, 200 pound, 10 foot long hood, from slamming down. Had broken the hands and fingers of multiple mechanics, and knocked out many people.
People are scared to open the massive trunk (which can fit 4 adults comfortably inside), as attempts to put things in the trunk, results in the trunk slamming down, forcing them inside and locking them in.
What is known as "The 7 Year Curse" is connected to the haunted car, with Old Orchard Beach locals, claiming that the car waits 7 years before killing a person, spending 7 years terrorizing that person first.
In each case of violence committed against every family who has ever owned the car, the vandals/attackers/harassers have always died exactly 7 years from the date of the vandalism
When the car was vandalized in 2010 by Old Orchard Beach town council men, the town started a rumor that in 2017, the town councilmen involved in the vandalism would die in 2017.
He died in YET ANOTHER murder suicide on January 26, 2017, killing his girlfriend and then killing himself, weeks from the 7th anniversary of the vandalism of the car. Resulting in this is the 15th suicide we can confirm to be connected to the car.
As a result of this, several dozen residents of Old Orchard Beach are now (in May 2017) suggesting that the Town Manager and three police officers in charge of the event, 2 motel owners, 2 public works men, 1 judge, 1 veterinarian, and 2 lawyers, will all die by suicide in or near April 10, 2022 on the 7th anniversary of the kidnapping of my cats, the vandalism of my other haunted car No Hurry, and the beheadings of my cats.
Because of this current rumor, caused by the January 26, 2017 murder/suicide, the Old Orchard Beach police department has taken the officer in charge of the April 10, 2015 SWAT team attack, Officer DeLuca, off of the police force.
From my point of view these current rumours about the haunted car are terrifiying because if the past has taught me anything about this town, it's that the more rumors they spread about my car, the more violent they become towards my family...
As of today, May 10, 2017 - the 7 year anniversary of the car being cut in half) my family is living in mortal terror of the residents of Old Orchard Beach, as they are right now working themselves up into yet another frenzy, with their religion crazed talk of a 2022 mass suicide to watch for.
...As can be seen by the vandalism that occurred today May 10, 2017:
For some unknown reason the trunk is full of antique chain saws, and harpoons. They were in the car when I bought it. I've taken them out dozens of times. They always end up back inside, with every one claiming they didn't do it. In 1996 I took the chain saws to the city dump. When the car was cut up May 10, 2010, and returned home May 15, 2010, I opened the trunk to find the chain saws and harpoon in there. I can not explain how they got back in the trunk.
From May 10, 2010 to May 15, 2010 Freeport, Maine was in full black out. The black out starting seconds after the car was placed on a car crusher at the auto graveyard the thieves had sold it too. On May 15, the junkyard owner used a forklift to remove the car from the car crusher. The power returned to the town seconds after the car was placed back on the ground. The owner of the junkyard say "it was the scariest thing I ever experienced; it was like the car was possessed and threatening our town if I tried to hurt it".
Said to be the most famous of all haunted cars in the world, it was the car that inspired Stephen King's books and movies: Christine, Trucks, Maximum Overdrive, and Buick 8
From 1983 to 2010 I was letting a local homeless hermit sleep in the car at night. He appears to be a Jewish Holocaust survivor who suffered severe radiation burns, his body "bleached" a glossy, hairless, mottled greyish-blueish-white. He claims to be a Grigori arch-angel named Ertael. The French Canadians call him "Etiole" meaning "man who fell from the stars" and claim he is an alien. It is he whom locals claim is "the demon" who lives in the car, and he whom MUFON called "an amphibious alien". His body is covered with horrific scars from prolonged torture, and also tattoos that look like Hebrew words, which he claims are spells that bind him to earth. He has two horrifying scars running down his back, that he claims are a result of having his wings ripped off by "other arch angels". His sanity is in question. Who and what he is is debated by every one who has ever encountered him.
(1992 Volvo 240 GL; aka The Autism Awareness Car; has 2.5 million marbles glued to it)
A seized drug car, used in a shoot out.Originally belonged to the "Boston Irish Mafia"is rumored to have been used for transporting dead bodies in it's over sized trunk. Was originally "Cadillac Triple Black" with black interior, and black tinted windows. Started out in life as a top of the line luxury car for a wealthy drug dealer. Had bullet holes in the windshield and fenders when I got it. Was given to me as a Christmas Present from my boyfriend December 2006, who knew I collected haunted items. He paid $600 for it, from the previous owner, who had bought it from a police drug car auction; they sold it so cheap because they "just wanted to be rid of the cursed thing" due to "unexplained occurrences" that plagued their family from the day they took it home.
Since I have had it, this car has displayed many "unexplained" mechanical issues that have baffled auto mechanics all over the state. I have difficulty finding mechanics who will work on it a second time, due to it's constantly "attacking" them via parts suddenly flying off the car as if being hurtled at them.
The car breaks down and "stubbornly refuses to be moved" 2 or 3 times a month, yet mechanics can find nothing wrong with it and it "miracuouly" starts and runs again without any known reason for it stopping.
I am his 3rd owner.
Did you know the Town Hall of the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, (on the urging of members of the Curtis Lake Church Ministry in Sanford, Maine) issued a court order banning LGBTQ+, non-white, and non-Christian residents from living in town? Were YOU one of the 140+ families made homeless on January 4, 2016, by this civil rights violating court order?
Did you know more then 500 cats, dogs, and other pets owned by LGBTQ+ residents of Old Orchard Beach have been kidnapped and beheaded since 2014?
Did you also know that that same court order, was the first time in American history that a book was banned by the American government? Wondering why a court order issued by the American government forced 27 of my books out of publication on January 4, 2016 for featuring gay and non-white characters?
In their gay-hating hysteria, they have been attacking anyone "perceived" to "look" gay...including to beat up a straight elderly woman (me), whom they accused of being a transexual. I was paralyzed for 5 months, had to relearn to walk, and am now crippled and on a cane the rest of my life. They crushed my spine, pelvis, hip, and knee, they ruptured 3 discs in my spine, and did permanent damage to the muscles and nerves in my leg.
Are YOU Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach too?
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The car which attacked me on the Ross Road, just outside of the entrance to the Blueberry Plains, was a fairly new model of a Honda minivan, color maroon/burgundy metallic.
As with the previous attackers, this car had no license plates on it.
The driver appeared to be a man, but could have been a woman. Was wearing a straw hat, pulled down over their face to conceal their features.
This is not the first time they have done this. This particular attack however has done several thousand in damages to my car.
It is unknown if this driver was armed, however it should be noted that previous attackers, were armed with illegal automatic rifles, and it is assumed this attacker likely was as well.
The passenger's side of the front bumper of their car has a large pink paint smear on it, from the pink paint on my car.
Do be aware that this group of domestic terrorists, (who call themselves "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan") are wanted by the FBI and are considered to be heavily armed and extremely dangerous. Their attacks on the non-white, non-Christian, and LGBTQ residents of Old Orchard Beach are becoming more frequent and much bolder. Do NOT approach them if you see them, just call the local police and the FBI immediately and run as far away from range of their gun fire as possible.
Do keep in mind that this group of terrorists are the ones who blew up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006, beheaded my cousin July 2013, drove a backhoe over my next house August 8, 2013, beat me up on November 14, 2013 leaving me paralyzed 5 months and crippled for the rest of my life, filled my motorhome with thousands of gallons of feces April 10, 2015, kidnapped my cats and have been one at a time returning the heads of my cats.
Since I got beaten up by this weird so-called author, November 14, 2013, still no clue who she is, but she left me paralyzed for 5 months, during which time she hacked my KBoards account, my NaNoWriMo account, my website, my FaceBook, my Twitter, and other places, pretending to be me and written horrible stuff via my accounts. Then she created 52 fake Amazon accounts and left 52 fake and completely identical 1 star reviews on every one of my books.
I was paralyzed 5 months, relearning to walk 18 months... and I was offline for a full 3 years, and had no clue this woman had taken over all my online accounts or had done any of these things, until 2015. :( .
I'm crippled for the rest of my life, on a cane with one leg useless, and only have the use of 1 hand now, and permanent damage to my spine.
I used to publish a novel a month... now because of this still unidentified Kboards member, I've got $3million in medical bills, a bomb also blew up my house so living in my car, can barely move, and am lucky if I can get 1 book typed up a year. So frustrating.
It's been 4 years and I'm still in physical therapy, and it's a good day if I can stand up, let alone walk. Had to cancel the 2015-2018 book signing tour, and had to cancel all the monthly book releases from November 2013 to who knows when... still all canceled and we are closing in on 2018 now.
The Kboards hacker crushed my spine, my hip, my pelvis, and my knee. Tore up all the nerves and muscles. Got a $40million lawsuit waiting for when the FBI finally identifies who the Kboards hacker is. FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation agent's contact info is on my website if you have any info about who it was who hacked my Kboards account 2013 to 2015
They have done similar things to 140 other families in Old Orchard Beach. In the past 4 years they have kidnapped and beheaded more than 500 cats and dogs. They are also wanted in connection to the murders of 3 police officers and 30+ children, as well as the bombing of the First Care Health Clinic on Saco ave in 2003.
This group of terrorists are incredibly dangerous, if they approach you or attack you, flee from them as quickly as possible - they WILL KILL you.
If you know who did this to my car, please call the FBI Agent in charge of the case to turn them in:
More information about this psychopathic, criminally deranged NaNoWriMo ML & her violent "street team" can be found
(former Monster Energy Drink sponsor vehicle and pace car for Alan Berry's race team)
The newest addition to my collection. Bought February 21, 2012.
(1975 Dodge Sportsman 22' Class C OoaK Custom Ordered Motorhome)
The mirrors inside her, are rumored to contain "captured" or "trapped" spirits.
Since I have had her, we've caught on camera, multiple "black creatures" peering out of the mirrors, "orbs of light" coming out of the mirrors, , and "mysterious knocking sounds" from inside the mirrors.
Of my 4 "haunted" cars, she is the only one I can confirm has "unexplained happenings".
Psychics are "drawn" to her.
In the 3 years I've had her, dozens of psychics have come to my yard requesting to "read the camper" claiming they "felt drawn by it's spirit" to do so.
In 2015 four different psychics entered the door, walked to the mirror, then suddenly run screaming from the motorhome, each time claiming they felt "spiritually attacked by a murder victim". One psychic showed up in my yard, asking to see the inside, but was unable to enter, saying that "a murder happened here, she won't let me inside".
Little is know of her history prior to her being owned by the race car driver. He only knew that she had come from Alaska, and had been used as "a hermit's house" for nearly 20 years. He bought her at auction after the original owner who built her, died. I am her 3rd owner.
1971 MTD MudBug Motor Trike Pre-production ProtoType - only 3 were built; one of the rarest motorcycles on the planet
Originally belonged to Helen Ricker Allen. The first haunted car in my collection, I inherited it from my grandmother, after her death in 1980.
Only 3 proto-types were made: one orange, one blue, and one red. This is the orange one.
In 1973, the MTD MudBug was mass produced in 2 colours: orange or lime green. However the version that went into production looked dramatically different from the 3 proto types. The proto-types are taller and wider and were made for adults, whereas the model that went into mass production was "low riding" had longer bars to the front wheel, a lower rise to the back of the seat, had much narrower back tires, and was sized for teens, and thus not suitable for use by adults.
It could reach up to 75 miles per hour, and was designed for use in circuses.... made for use in stunt tricks of driving on vertical walls. I have tested this feature and, yes, if you get going fast enough, have a ramp to get you up on the wall, you CAN in fact drive this around a circular wall, clinging vertically to the wall, like a spider. You do have to be going really fast before you go up the ramp in order for this to work however, and note that this trick is very dangerous, I did get hurt several times attempting it, as the result of driving too slow once you go vertical, is falling to the ground with the trike landing on top of you. And it weighs around 300 pounds, so, it's quite a heavy beast to come crashing down on you.
We are what is known as "Carnival Gypsies". In the 1980s I was both a side show clown and a motor-trike stunt driver; this was the motor trike I used. I am trained in stunt driving motor trikes; I do not recommend you attempt to use a motor trike of any type, the way we used this one, unless you are trained by professional stunt drivers to do so and have the necessary emergency equipment on hand while doing so. The type of vertical on the wall stunt driving I used this for in the 1980s is EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.
The front wheel is removable and can be replaced with a giant ski foot (looks similar to a huge metal snowboard with a curly front toe). While it glides easily across light snow, it's heavy weight makes it too heavy to stay on top of snow more then 3 inches deep, and as we get 2 to 3 feet per storm, often getting up to 21 feet of snow per winter, it makes the MudBug un-usable during most months from October to May while the snow is on the ground.
Originally advertised as being able to "ice skate" on frozen lakes, I have never tried this due to it's heavy weight, and dangerous risk of breaking through the ice.
It came with optional headlight and brakes to make it "street legal" though these were never installed.
I still have it's snow ski, headlight, and brake pads, all still not installed on it.
Other then having changed it's spark plugs, oil filters, belts, and chains, it remains in it's original state.
And yes, I still drive it, though, not in Old Orchard Beach any more, due to the frequent vandalism of ALL of my cars by superstitious locals, and the fact that, this one being so rare, there is no way to buy parts for it should vandals damage it as well, and the fact that this was my grammy Helen's most favourite possession, her pride and joy. Due to the extreme violence of locals towards ALL of my vehicles, I've developed a massively paranoid obsession with protecting this one from being vandalized, thus why it is no longer on public display and it's location a secret.
My grandmother won it in a contest, that had asked people willing to sign up for a test program to test out the proto-type on beaches. Her living on the beach at Old orchard Beach was what determined her as being awarded testing out one of these very rare trikes.
In theory it was supposed to be able to drive easily over sand and "float" over the top of ocean waves. While it does glide easily over beach sand, it sinks like a rock when you take it out into the water. This information, was the reason the actual mass produced trike of 1973, was much smaller and much lighter weight then this original bigger, heavier, jumbo-sized 1971 proto-type was.
During the first month of testing, the engine died. The company (MTD) mailed a replacement engine out.
This trike, is responsible for creating most of the "bike trails" that are found throughout the Reclaim Blueberry Plains on the Ross Road in the Ross Forest. Many of the bike trails through the plains, were created by the MTD company, for use in their testing of not only the MudBug, but also various tractors, mowers, and farm vehicles.
While the MudBug was hyped up with huge advertising campaigns throughout 1971 to 1973, sales of the actual production version were dismal, and the production ceased after just 6 months, with fewer then 1,000 of the mass market version ever being built, many of them, never being sold to the public.
The MTD MudBug remains one of the rarest motor trikes ever built, and is considered by most historians to be the first "ATV" made, with ATVs of the later 1970s, being based off the design of this early "ATV".
Originally on public display for the tourists and nearly as popular a tourist attraction as The Goldeneagle (The World's Most Haunted Car), my 1971 MTD MudBug proto-type removed from public access, same time as the GoldenEagle to prevent it's being harmed.