Update: April 16, 2022

Tomorrow is Easter.

Easter, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Mother's day is one of the worst days of the year. A day that celebrates children and motherhood. On November 14, 2013, while I was 8 month pregnant, and putting bags on the back seat of my car, three still unidentified attackers, brought golf clubs down on my back, breaking my spine and murdering my baby. I am legally blind and almost deaf, so I neither heard nor saw them coming. I read lips, so you must be facing me for me to hear you. Bring legally blind, you also must be less than 3 feet in front of me for me to see your lips, to know you are talking. Because of this it was very easy for them to sneak up behind me while I leaned into my car, putting bags on the seat.

They broke 3 vertebrae in my spine, the shattered bones severing my spinal column, permanently damaging many nerves. Because of this nerve damage I have limited use of my left arm and hand, difficulty breathing, my bladder and intestines no longer function properly requiring adult diapers, massive tremors in both hands prevent me from being able to do basic things like brush my hair or hold a spoon to eat. These are just things from the nerve damage. 

Additionally they broke my pelvis, my hips, and my knees.

I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. Today I can walk on a very limited basis, aided by a cane, but every step is seeking pain, like lightning bolts going through my leg, across my pelvis and up my spine.

Because of this I was bedridden from 2013 to 2015. And all of that time I had no use of my hands, so I was not online either. And thus was unaware that during that time, a group of locals set to social media to build up massive slanderous rumors about me. They created a huge fairy tale meme of me being an Erotica author, a porn star, a transvestite, a male to female transgender, gay, and an alien abductee. I am none of those things but they spent 3 years, on hundreds of accounts on Facebook and Twitter, many of them fake "Eelkat" accounts where they were pretending to be me, building up this massive slanderous web of lies about me, and I had no idea they were doing it, until October 2021, 9 years after they started doing it.

April 10, 2015 a group of 74 locals, many of them wearing ku klux klan white hooded robes, arrived at my farm. 14 of them held me, Ben, my mother, and one of my 3 younger brothers down on the ice and snow while holding guns to our heads, while the others used cinder block bricks and a metal pole device with wire loops on the end, to beat and behead, 10 of my 12 foster children, then nail their heads to my door. The youngest was 4 years old. The oldest was 16 years old. They chanted "too gay for the family friendly town of old Orchard Beach" while accusing me, my pink Volvo, my pink motor home, and Ben of being gay, transgender, transvestite, and citing that guys were not allowed in Maine.

THIS is what gay haters in Maine do to people they THINK, might maybe, be gay, even though they are not.

No man, woman or child is safe in Maine, so long as these murders walk free. They will kill anything they determine to be gay, even if it is not, as can be seen my the murder of my children.

They also had hundreds of paperback copies of my books, burning them in a huge bonfire on my lawn while calling them gay Erotica and calling mean Erotica author and porn star. (I'm an author, I write a travel blog style series about a homeless man who backpacks his way across Maine, there is no sex in the series. I'm a Mormon, I've never written a sex scene.)

My family was murdered and I am crippled for the rest of my life, because of this group who has been slandering me on social media. But, at the time of these two attacks (November 14, 2013 and April 10,2015) me and my family were unaware of these slanderous rumors the locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine were spreading not only on Facebook and Twitter, but by word of mouth around town as well.

May 2021, I started walking around town again, for the first time since being paralyzed 9 years ago on November 14, 2013, and it quickly became apparent something was seriously wrong with the locals.

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford, where I have lived since becoming paralyzed, but not before gone outside, because of being paralyzed and bedridden and unable to walk until now…

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford without being attacked, pushed off the sidewalk by random strangers running up to me and grabbing my cane and using it to push me in the road in front of cars while accusing me of being gay, transgender, or transvestite. Screaming "transvestite freak" while throwing rocks at me. Group of women joggers stopping to surround me and harass me while saying guys aren't allowed on their street. 

October 2021, my Volvo returned to my driveway after 3 years of being completely rebuilt, after the February 2019 attack on it with baseball bats completely destroyed it. Within 5 minutes of starting to repaint it, 2 men showed up in my driveway yelling about aliens and demons and Etoile and because of this I stopped painting fish on the door, painted over the fish and painted a portrait of Etiole instead. 

November 19, 2021 the red haired American woman from the 2016 High Street attack on my navy blue pick up truck, showed up on the porch here on Main Street. 

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She does not live here. She's shows up in a silver pick-up truck driven by a small skinny blonde man. No one here at this building knows who she is.

There is another blonde woman, older sometimes with her. I do recognize the older woman. She's one of the November 14, 2013 golf club attackers. The one the others who were with her called "Claire". She looks to be in her 60s. Usually wears a blue denim button down man's worksheet as a coat. She sometimes drives a gold Volvo suv around 2004vintage, sometimes a silver Subaru suv, sometimes a mega sized white Nissan 4 door white pick-up truck, and sometimes a pine dark green pick up truck. She frequently has another older woman with her, who calls herself "Kendra" and has very, very long natural red curly hair, sometimes she wears big Janis Joplin glasses and sometimes cyberpunk cyclops lime green glasses, she frequently carries a small white poodle dog. The dog is often wearing either a purple dragon or a black skeleton costume. These 2 older women and a younger bald man are the 2013 golf club attackers who murdered my baby. This new younger blond woman and the 5 who are often with her, appear to be their relatives. The FBI believes they are part of a drug gang from Connecticut that call themselves "The Cyr Clan". According to the FBI the Cyr Clan was a gang that my uncle Bruce was involved with back in the 1960s in Boston before I was born. The FBI believes Bruce pissed them off in the early 2000s and that's what brought them up here to Maine.

The FBI believes they were after either one of Bruce's daughters or one of Bruce's sisters with both the November 2013 and April 2015 attacks.

One of Bruce's daughters also lives on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach and she also has a pink motor home. So there are TWO pink motor homes on the same street. This particular daughter of Bruce IS in fact a porn star. She's a pole dancer for a top less bar.

In 2016, there was another large scale attack, near duplicate to the April 10, 2015 attack. I never talk about it because it didn't happen to me. It happened to Bruce's daughter across the street from me. The attack on her family was bigger, bolder, and bloodier, than the attack on my family the previous year.

In 2017, a third similar attack happened in Biddeford to one of Bruce's sisters. Again I don't talk about it because it didn't happen to me.

Like I've said before there is A LOT MORE going on, then what you hear me talking about. I don't talk about what has happened to several of my cousins and their families both the Atwater cousins and the Murphey cousins- because it is not my place to do so. That's why you ONLY hear me talking about what directly happened to me personally and never mentioning the rest.

And I've not said everything that happened to me. A lot more has happened to me then you hear about because the FBI has specifically requested I don't talk about specific aspects of what happened to me and my children, because a lot was never released to the public, because they want to see who knows what. Certain things no one in the public should know about and knowing those things marks you as involved. This new young blonde woman KNOWS several of those things that were not released to the public and yells those things. Which means she is VERY INVOLVED with the murder of my children. 

Like I said until summer and fall of 2021 when started walking again for the first time in 9 years, I was unaware of the local gossip that was falsely accusing me of being gay, falsely accusing me of being transgender, falsely accusing me of being transvestite, falsely accusing me of being a porn star, falsely accusing me of being an Erotica author, or falsely accusing me of being an alien abduttee. 

I have lived here since 1975. You people know me. You people knew my murdered children. You people know I'm a cis female. You people know I'm not gay. I have published 138 novels and more then 2,000 short stories since 1978, and I  have sold 27k copies of every one of them to you people who come to my house and buy them in person, so you've read my books and know they are not Erotica. You people know I've been a devoted orthodox LDS Mormon my whole life, and that I've been with Ben for 37 years, so you know I'm not a porn star. 

What is wrong with you people? My family was murdered and I have spent 9 years recovering from medical hell, and I go outside for the first time in 9 years and find you people who know me have all devolved into gay hating, sex spewing, gibberish slandering gossips spreading vile, evil, malicious rumors and lies that you yourselves know to be untrue?

No wonder not a single one of you have helped my family through any of this. No wonder not a one of you ever once visited me at the hospital or my home after I got out of the hospital and couldn't go outside because I couldn't walk. 

You don't see me for 9 years because I'm bedridden and you're all to cold hearted to stop by and check in on me, and you spend that 9 years spinning wild, crazy transphobic, gay hating, sex filled lies about me?

What is wrong with you people?

You all let some stranger, who very likely IS the murderer, convince you of crazy ass slandering lies, that you people know to be untrue. 

You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. 

Every resident of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine,  you all ought to be ashamed of what you have spent the last 9 years doing.

This new younger blonde woman, she's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and acuse me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Aunt Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do. (Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Keep in mind, Brucie is dead. He may have started those Facebook accounts, but he ain't the one writing them. He died 3years ago.

Mervin Bruce Atwater died from Covid19 on November 24, 2019.

The fact remains you ARE impeding an FBI investigation into the murder of my family, and only someone involved would have any reason to do that. ONLY someone connected to the murderer would have a motive to try to stop the FBIs investigation. That makes you an accessory to murder. You make yourself look VERY GUILTY of being involved every time you spread slanders about me, my car, or Etiole. 

Do consider that the source of your slander in all likelihood is the murderer, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street, the name of the person who is telling you to slander me.

And now tomorrow is Easter. 

A day when mothers take their children on Easter egg hunts.

My children are dead.

My children were murdered. 

And you people have spent the last 9 years making fun of that.

Think about THAT tomorrow when you are out on Easter egg hunts with your babies.

Think about how YOU would feel if it was YOU. How would YOU feel if it had been your baby who was murdered and this entire town was spreading bullying slanderous lies about YOU.

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update April 11, 2022: Do you know who this woman is?

This woman that my mother is talking about, have any of you ever seen her? Does anyone know who she is?

It isn't that woman who keeps coming on the porch and yelling at my car is it? Do any of you know who the woman attacking my car is?

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and accuses me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do.

(Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Due to the incident yesterday it is now also believed that she is the mystery blond woman who pretends to be my father's girlfriend and harassed my mother for no reason other then to get a laugh on watching my mother fight with my father (something they do quite violently in public places, in stores, just everywhere.)

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update: April 10, 2022, big violent attack, as police and FBI expected.

Today is the 7th anniversary of the murder of my family. Remember I said to watch who does what today?... My father just beat the hell out of my mother, tried to kill her. She is right now refusing to call the police. My mother claims she caught my father with a girlfriend he's had for several years now. But near as I can tell, all he did was stop to tell some random stranger how to use the ATM machine. Note, they got divorced in 1994, my mother left my father for another man, left the other man for another man after that, and left the next man for Wayne. She's been with 2 other men (possibly more) since Wayne. She has not been a part of my father's life for 30 years, but feels the need to control his life and harass him on extreme violent levels. If he does have a girlfriend, so what? She left him 30 years ago.

Wayne died during the cat court case, the 2nd one, when he sued my mother for stealing his cats and putting them in my motorhome. Wayne's father, 8 of his cats, and then Wayne himself each died a few weeks apart all from rat poison. Wayne's daughter sued my mother claiming my mother put rat poison in their food.

The fbi believes my mother did kill Wayne and his cats and believes that's why she put his cats in my motorhome. Fbi believes my mother was one who called police April 10, 2015, expecting them to arrest me, take the motorhome, and return the cats to her. She did not expect police to take cats. All the harassment and vandalism of my mom's cars is believed by fbi to be Wayne's daughter friends and relatives and family.

My family, my children were murdered in 2 attacks, one on November 14, 2013 and one on April 10, 2015, both attacks are believed by the FBI to have been attacks that were intended on my mother and the people hired mixed me and her up.

April 10, is my mother's father's birthday by the way, David Henry Atwater, it's WHY she does everything she does, all her wild crazy vandalisms to people on April 10 every year since the 1950s.


April 6, 2022 update, as the attacks on my family and property continue and now more people are in the hospital

Daddy has sepsis and they keeping him in hospital for a few days.

Sepsis is very bad.

That's what I had.

You can die a few hours after it sets in if not treated.

When I was in the hospital in 2014.

That's why I was in the hospital.

I had surgery for it in march 2015.

That was the surgery on my arm.

Sepsis was in a major artery in left arm to heart. 

Side effect from when I was in hospital November 2013 when I was in wheelchair and February 2014 when I was on crutches relearning how to walk. Doctors was focused on my hip and not my spine. They didn't find the source of infection until until the mri in June 2016. 

Sepsis is why I can't walk without cane and why my lungs are messed up and why I have tremors and can't use my hands good anymore. Sepsis infection was so back it damaged my nerves. I was scheduled for spinal column surgery September 2016, they sent me to a neurosurgeon who was supposed to be top brain surgeon in New England and he did more mri and then canceled surgery because damage to my vertebrae (from golf club attack November 2013, which is what caused all of this, including the Sepsis and is the attack that brought the fbi here they think Mark wife did it but college had no security cameras at the bug light parking lot, they investigating Mark family, Barbara family,  and Brucie family. Charges of murdering my baby and attempted murder of me) is so bad. Shattered vertebrae bone fragments are severed into my spinal column nerve bundle at the sacroiliac joint where the hip and pelvis connect to spine. Neurosurgeon said he can't operate because of how nerve damage is, said if he removed bone fragments I would be paralyzed from neck down. But that is also when the source of Sepsis infection was found to be in my spine and not my hip, and that is when it finally went away because they were able to target the correct place to fix the infection.

Mark’s wife is the #1 suspect the FBI is watching, because, according to the FBI, this mysterious Mark guy, whom I have never met, never heard of prior to this, have never talked to, and have never seen, so I have no clue who he or his wife are… according to the FBI, he is friends with my mother, but only via her FaceBook account, where she hired him to put in a septic system, then gave him MY address in Old Orchard, while making the claim that SHE owned both MY land and MY motorhome, and when he asked for a picture of her so he would know who she was, she gave him a picture of ME, not herself.

According to FBI agent Andy Drewer THIS is the reason why the backhoe was driven over my house August 8, 2013 and why the golf club attackers attacked me on November 14, 2013.

According to the FBI, my mother was trying to get my land so she could sell it to use the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk and she used this Mark guy as her pawn to do it, by fighting with him on social media using “fake EelKat” accounts to convince him that he was dealing with me, even though I had never heard of him before.

According to the FBI, my mother started sending his family death threats, in the same way she is currently sending Todd Murphey’s family death threats, and that this is why Mark’s wife attacked with the golf clubs, murdering my baby and crippling my spine. According to the FBI, Mark’s wife thought she was attacking my mother and was unaware that both my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce’s wife Doris were all impersonating me, using 27 different “fake EelKat” FaceBook accounts to scam Mark’s family about a septic system.

This was confirmed by the Old Orchard Beach police in October 2016, when Mark attacked my mother in person and was arrested by OOB police, that day. He made the claim, that she, my mother, was me, but the officers in question, Robin and Will, both know me and my mother and informed Mark that this was not me that he was fighting with, it was my mother, to which he said this was the woman he had been dealing with since June 2001 who had called herself EelKat in every correspondence. The police showed Mark pictures of me and he said he had never seen me before and had no clue who I was.

This event October 2016, is when both the police and FBI started expanding their investigation, now looking for people who were friends of my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce, and that is when they found the identity of long time stalker and bomb builder Kendra Silvermander who turned out to be a FaceBook friend of all 3 of them.

After Mark’s gang found out October 2016 that I was NOT the person they had been fighting with online, but rather it had been my mother impersonating me, the attacks on my family stopped but the attacks on my mother’s family started February 2017 when a road grader drove 75 feet up her driveway and flattened her car. Since then this event was repeated with 3 more cars.

In August 2021, My mother and her sister began impersonating me on FaceBook and with emails, yet again, and as they had done in the past, used my friend Etiole to do it. Once again, calling him a demon and an alien and a cryptid, and once again pretending to be me, they wrote a lot of emails and started mass spam sending them to every Maine email address they could find, at a rate of sending them to several thousand people a day.

I found out about this in November 2021, after Etiole was shot, gunned down by 6 people at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine on November 21, 2021, by people who claimed to be from Scarborough, Maine and claimed to be the mother and in laws of some guy named Todd Murphey.

I still have no clue who Todd Murphey is, but apparently he used to work with my mother and commit suicide recently and my mother and her sister took advantage of his suicide to yet again pretend to be me, and this time, calling Etiole a suicide demon, started harassing this Todd guy’s ex wife, son, and mother on FaceBook and via emails while pretending to be me. Which caused these people to show up at my 409 Main Street/Harvey/Cutts street Biddeford apartment to vandalize my car and cut all the wires off the apartment building, not once, but twice: on Thanksgiving day 2021 and again on March 10, 2022, because these friends and family of this Todd guy are 100% convinced the nut they are dealing with on FaceBook is me, when in fact, the one they are dealing with is no me, but rather my mother yet again pretending to be me.

This is also what led to the December 2021 and January 2022 FBI raids in the Cutts Street are of Biddeford, just a few weeks ago, which led to the arrests of 8 people.

Back to sepsis…

On December 24, 2021, my mother arrived here at 409 Main street and stole my father’s 14 medications that he takes for his triple by pass, his kidney dialysis, his diabetes… and then, she took him in her car, drove to his doctor, and told his doctor, he’s not allowed to have medicine, because he has to do what she says.

He has not taken his medicine since December 24, 2021, it is today April 6, 2022, and he is struggling to stay alive.

All of this is because she is hell bent on a house in Kennebunk and doesn’t give a shit that she has caused my baby to be murdered November 14, 2013, my foster children to be murdered April 10, 2015, me to be going through a decade long medical nightmare after being crippled November 14, 2013, 5 of my cars to be destroyed including The real Cristine The World’s Most Haunted Car that Stephen King based his Cristine off of, my house -the one that was in the Thinner movie- to be driven over by a back hoe, and now my father dying in the hospital.

Death and destruction at every turn, and she doesn’t give a shit because, as she puts it: “What are we going to do about Wendy? She can’t keep that land, I need a house in Kennebunk!”

Her obsession with getting a house is utter ludicrous insanity, that needs to be stopped before anyone else dies at the hands of her fucking retarded FaceBook friends who blinding attack, vandalize, and beat up anyone and everyone on her command.

I am so fed up with her blind devotion to a fairy tale house she thinks she has to have, at the expense of the lives of everyone around her.



March 30, 2022, update on yet another attack on my family and land

Police take notice. 


Scam artists have been bringing real estate agents onto my property in attempt to illegally sell my land. They have no right or permission to be here. My land is NOT for sale. If you see them doing it, please arrest them.

These are the Scottish Travellers. They arrive here every summer, harassing my family for four decades now. They are the same ones who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013. The same ones who crippled me and murdered my baby November 14, 2013 with golf clubs, leaveing me paralized with a broken spine ever since. I am cripled with a shattered spinal column since the golf club attack and am bedridden weeks to a time unable to sit up or get out of bed. I have rebuilt my house 5 times in the past 9 years, and their attempts to steal my land and sell it have been barbaric and violent, and icluded a bomb that blew up my house October 18, 2006, and most of my family is now dead, murdered at their hands. These are the same people who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. They arrived back here September 19, 2020 and illegally cut down most of the trees across my lawn, and arrived again November 19, 2021 and for the last 20 years they arrive every summer with a green dump truck and dump garbage on my lawn. In 2014 they left a pile of garbage 175 feet long, 30 feet wide and 12 feet tall and it cost me $12,000 to have it removed. I am crippled and elderly and there is no one to help me against their harassment.

There should NEVER be anyone other than me EelKat Wendy C Allen (with the painted Volvo) or my partner Benjamin Wildes (with the blue Honda) in my yard at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where the ink motorhome is parked. If you see ANYONE ELSE or any other car in my yard, please call the police immediately. There is no one else who has permission to be on my land.

My land is NOT for sale, if you see real estate agents, please inform them they are being scammed and the people trying to sell my land are NOT the legal land owners.

The FBI are on the look out for them as are the local police. If you see them in my yard, please notify both the Old Orchard Beach Police Department at 207-934-4911 and FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street.





March 10, 2022 update on the most recent vandalism of my car

This is a copy of the letter that has been forwarded to the police departments involved. For this online edition some parts have been removed (so if you get to a place that seems like the topic changed abruptly, that is why) and the names are removed from the online version, but the version the police have, includes all the full names and contact info of all the people in question. And for those who have asked: yes, the police and FBI have talked to Etiole, they are fully aware of him, his health, his homelessness, etc.

Dear Sirs,

I feel I need to tell you what has been happening as it has gotten very much out of control the past few weeks. It's been slowly escalating for a few years and, if you look at my police record for both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, you will see dozens of reports for vandalism of my 1992 Volvo 240 (the painted one) at now 3 apartments in Biddeford, and vandalism of my land in Old Orchard Beach. In the past 6 months, a hyper escalation started with has become very out of control the past couple of weeks.

Last night, my car was vandalized again.  

As these events are taking place in both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, I'm giving this same letter to both departments, so events from both towns are listed.

I am Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine and 409 Main Street apartment 101 Biddeford, Maine.

There appears to be someone fairly local impersonating me online, and is raising hell with a lot of local people, inciting them to do very violent physical attacks on me, my Biddeford apartment, my Old Orchard land, and my car.

It's reached the point where I can not go to the store without having my car towed home, because it gets vandalized so bad while I'm n the store shopping. EVERY TIME I go to the store. I've been at a loss to understand why this is happening. I don't know who these people are or why they are attacking. On Thanksgiving day they cut all the wires off the Biddeford apartment building so we had no internet or heat or anything for a while. There is a "redhaired" woman who shows up on the front porch to cream at my car, every time the family who lives in that apartment goes to work. She stopped a few weeks ago, because the man who lives there fell on the ice, broke his shoulder and has not gone to work since. It appears she knows that family who lives there and does not want them knowing she does this while they are not home.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat.

 

We are Gypsies, and though I've lived in America my whole life, I know very little of American habits and laws or what specifically to do in this situation. We are the Gypsies who were in Stephen King's Thinner movie and my 146 Portland Ave land was one of the filming locations of the movie and, the cars in the opening scenes were our cars, one of which I still have. I mention this, because, there are two Gypsy clans, The Atwaters (Scottish Travellers) and the Cyrs (Irish Travellers) fighting over my land and the fight centres largely around the fact that it was the filming location of Stephen King's the Thinner movie.

I own the land. From the 1940s it was owned by my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. She left it to me in her will in 1983. Unknown to me, at some point after 1983, the Atwaters had the land illegally transferred into their names -they steal land this way as a full time career and many of them have illegally deed swapped land in all 50 states in America.

In 2014, I found out they are done an illegal deed swap, when an auction group showed up on my land to sell it. Upon discovery I had been living on the land since 1975 and paying taxes on it since 1983, but my name was not on the deed, the auctioneer (and member of the OOB town hall) cancelled the auction and ordered a town hall meeting to review the situation. Upon investigation it was discovered that when the land went from my grandmother to me, my father signed as "joint witness" and then a year later, went back to the town hall to have my name removed from the deed and his put on it, even though he had no legal write to do so. After that, the record shows that every 3 to 5 years, he and my mother swapped names on the deed, sometimes his name, sometimes her name. The land changed ownership names more then 30 times between 1983 and 2013. 

Because I have severe agoraphobia, I had not set foot off of my land since the 1970s. When it came time to pay the taxes, I gave my father the money and he delivered it to the town hall, or so I thought. In 2014, I learned that in spite of my paying my taxes like clockwork, since 2006, the town hall had no record of receiving any money. It is unclear where the money went. On one hand it looks like my father spent the money and never paid the taxes. On the other hand it looks like he sometimes did pay the taxes but instead of going to the tax office he gave the money to Kathy BR in the permits office and she gave the money to a guy called JB who went to prison for embezzling $3million in OOB tax money from the town hall. JB did not work for the town hall, he was a software designers who built the online banking security for the town hall to direct deposit money to the bank, and according to the FBI the money was going to his bank account not the town hall bank account, but he was only found with $30k not $3million. I don't know the full details, I only know this part, because when we tried to find out why my land was being auctioned this is the info we were given.

In any case, at some point my dad stole my land via just walking into the town hall and asking the desk clerk to remove my name from the deed and put his name on it instead. The whole thing was done illegally and without my knowledge or permission.

There were 3 lands originally. 144, 146, and 146a. My father stole all 3 of them. 144 was auctioned off to the Collard family in 2007, even though I was still living there until 2015 without any knowledge of the auction happening. No one informed me. I've since spoken with the Collards and they were unaware of the situation. They actually bought the land legally even though it was stolen land they had bought, they were unaware the land had been stolen. Everything has been straightened out between me and the Collards, they are not part of the current problem.

My mother owns 146a, but she owns it illegally. She claims it's rightfully hers because my father gave it to her, but, he stole it from me via illegally rewriting the deed, so he had no right to give it to her.

In 2014 and 2015, all the court and legal work was done to restore 146 back to me.

The current situation is my parents are in an active attempt to remove my name off the deed again, like they had done back in 1983.

On a daily basis my mother shows up and first words out of her mouth every day is: "What are we going to do about Wendy? She can't keep that land. I need a house in Kennebunk." to my father.  She started doing this in August, originally bragging that she was going to take my land out of retaliation for my refusal to cast death curses on Chris at work. I don't know who "Chris at work" is. It was one of the names on her list of people she wants me to kill via death spell curses. I was live streaming on Twitch the day she came in yelling about "Chris at work" and my need to kill him for her, so a lot of people online heard her saying these things. I'm a YouTube gamer, I have a livestream going almost daily for 12+ hours a day, so when she comes in, #1 it's breaking and entering because I didn't let her in, and #2 she is interrupting my live streams quite regular so I have hundreds of video footage clips of her saying these things and making these threats. The day she and my father cut the cable/internet wires off my apartment building - I have that on livestream footage as well. My father cut the wires off the house while my mother was ordering him to do it. In November 2021 and again 2 days ago March 9, 2022.

They both make the claim I don't need internet, because I am as they put it "being a bad daughter" because I "won't sell your land and give me the money for a down payment, I need a down payment, you are supposed to give me the down payment money for a house, I'm your mother!"'

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - my father, my father vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother  did it. My father stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets that he stole from the Biddeford McDonald's where my brother works, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. My car is now being repaired again, for the exact same thing I had to have it repaired for in November 2021. My father tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed. Twice. Once in November 2021 and again 2 days ago.

My father did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"

I don't know who Todd is, but I assume the Biddeford police know as they did spend a week scrapping the thousands of exploded parts of him off all the houses around Cutts st and South st, after he jumped in front of a train November 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. I was walking my dog and saw him, he was gibbering a lot of wild nonsense stuff like: "fibbery-gibbit-beebydi-booop-bop-boop-bop-booop-beeeeeeeep!" I amused he was either very drunk or very high on drugs or both and was attempting to make train sounds while he ran up and down the train tracks. I thought nothing of it, as he did this on a daily basis all summer long, he was a homeless man who lived in the ravine by the train tressal bridge over the river, the one the police kept chasing out of the black grain building turned storage units. There were 4 people on bicycles, driving circles around him bullying him, teasing him, taunting him daily around 3AM every morning. I saw them while I was walking my dog. It appeared to be his girlfriend and her friends based on the stuff she was yelling at him. Stuff like "You run off with that whore will you! WW I showed you! I killed your dog! Hahahahahaha! I killed your cat! Hahahahaha! And you ain't never gonna see your baby again! Hahahahaha!" I know every one says he commit suicide, but I think he was just running to get away from the harassers on the bikes and was too drunk to see the train. That's certainly what it looked like to me.

THAT was not a suicide, not what I saw happen. That was a man being bullied and chased down by four harassers riding bicycles up the tracks, driving him head on into a train on purpose to try to kill him so they could laugh about it. I wouldn't call THAT a suicide.

Anyways, I didn't know his name or that my mother was best friends with him. Though I had told her about the homeless man being bullied and her response was "Why should I care? It's just a homeless man!" She changed her tune quite a lot after he got hit by the train, and found out his name. The police contacted her or something, when they were trying to find his family. I guess she knew his family on FaceBook or something.

Since his death, me, my car, and my apartment have been attacked on a near daily basis from people who are making the claim that I am online spreading rumours and lies about Todd. I kept asking them who Todd was (because at that point I did not yet know they were talking about the homeless man hit by the train - though I saw him daily for about 4 months, ever since the police kicked him out of the storage until he'd been living in and he lived under the train bridge and in Rotary Park instead - he only ever spoke to me a few times - once to pet my dog and say "they took my dog" and saying "hi" as we passed on the sidewalk. So I never knew his name. He lived in a yellow pup-tent beside the tracks for a while, but one day it was laying out there cut to ribbons by a knife or scissors.)

Even though I only knew him from saying "hi" each night as we passed each other on the sidewalk and I never knew his name until after his death, more then a dozen people have arrived in my driveway (both the Biddeford and Old Orchard addresses) to accuse me and my friend Etiole and the words painted on my Volvo of being the cause of this Todd guy's train death.

They are focusing heavily on the words on my car, which say: "Have information about the murder of my family? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

There is a sign in my Old Orchard driveway which says: "Have information about the murder of my children? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

On November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College, while I was 8 months pregnant, I was attacked by 3 people with golf clubs. A man and 2 women.

There is no reason for anyone who is NOT involved in the murder of my baby, to be upset about either the sign in my yard or the sign on my car, both of which are nothing more then the FBI phone number with the request for anyone who has information to call.

I don't understand why me asking for people to help find my baby's killer, is seen by my parents as such a huge threat. The only person who who feel threatened by that would be the person who hired the golf club people - Claire, Kendra, and the bald man - who have still not yet been found/caught/identified to this day 9 years later.

Both my mother and my father keep saying and I quote "take that shit off your car, you are only trying to start trouble!" and "get that sign out of your yard, you are only trying to stir stuff up". I'm trying to find the people who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not trying to cause trouble. How is me asking people to help identify the murderer, me trying to start trouble?

I was paralyzed for 5 months. I had to relearn to walk. I crippled the rest of my life, and my baby is dead. No one should have to live through this type of agony. And no one who commits crimes like this should be allowed to walk free. Would you stand back and do nothing, say nothing, while a criminal like that walked free? How is my asking people to come forward with any information they know, me trying to start trouble? You tell me that!

I'm not allowed to ask for help in finding the psychopath who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life? What kind of logic is that?

Someone out there knows the names of these people. The older blond woman they called Claire, the younger blond woman with the Shirley Temple sausage curls, the red haired woman they call Kendra, the white haired man with the green pick up truck, the bald man with the 4door white pickup truck, the new redhaired women who screams on the front porch. These people, this group, they are the ones who were wielding golf clubs and murdered my baby. They are being allowed to get away wit murder and I'll spend the rest of my life demanding justice if I have to. You tell me, how is my asking if you know who they are, don't let them kill again, tell the FBI everything you know, by painting that request on my car and a sign in my yard, me looking to start trouble? My mother's priorities are fucked up. All she cares about is money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money! 

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack at my workplace at Scarborough WalMart re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

They are obsessed with my land, because my mother's father used to tell people there was $7million in gold buried on my land. Several times over the years the Atwaters have invaded bringing with them shovels, pickaxes, and construction equipment, to illegally dig up my land. They've ripped up flowers, dug up bushes, cut down trees... usually they do it while I'm gone to the store, so I come back to find my property ripped to shreds. They've been doing this on an almost yearly basis since Grammy Helen died in 1983. According to what David Henry Atwater claimed, pirates buried treasure on my land in the 1500s. There is ZERO evidence that pirates ever buried anything on my land. Later he changed the story and said that the gold plates of the Book of Mormon Part 2 were buried on my land, this time he claimed an angel from god told him. So the Atwaters have multiple excuses for why they arrive to dig everything up, but it's always that they are gold crazy and have gold fever and are convinced if they dig long enough they'll find gold on my land.

The other obsession they have with my land is a homeless man they call "Etiole". They sometimes claim he is a demon, they other times claim he is an alien, for a few years they called him a cryptid, they often say he's the Mememegwasi spirit of the Saco River Curse, a few of them say he's a watcher/fallen angel, some say he's a ghost of an Indian chief, some say he's the ghost of a French solider, some have called him a Faerie/Leprechaun/FarDarrig ... and a whole slew of other claims. Regardless of what they call him, they all adimintly refuse to believe that he is just an ordinary human, an elderly homeless man who keeps to himself and desperately wants them to leave him alone. That's all he is. He's just a homeless man who lives in the woods and wants them to leave him alone.

The Atwaters are obsessed with Etiole on severe levels and have gone to alarming levels of monstrous harassment of him through the past 50 years. Part of their obsession with him, is caused by their previously mentioned gold fever. You see, Etiole travels all over Maine, I never know where he is at any given time, but when he's in the local area, I let him camp out on my land. I've let him stay with me like this for over 40 years. In the 1980s, one of the times they arrived to dig up my land, Etiole was sleeping in my 1964 Dodge 330, and according to them, he jumped out of the car and "threw blue lighten bolts" at them causing a tornado to destroy their construction equipment. They claimed he turned into a black serpent with red eyes and 6 blue wings that was hundreds of feet long, surrounded them and killed several of them by summoning lightning bolts. . . . uhm . . . yeah. I wasn't home so I didn't see this event, of Etiole supposedly attacking them. But it's pretty clear they had some sort of massive LSD hallucination, given many of them heavily used LSD back in the 1970s and 1980s when this event happened. According to Etiole, he just jumped out of the car and ran into the swamp to hide, he didn't see any of the stuff they described.

After that they got it into their heads that I had summoned a demon (and that Etiole was said demon) to protect my secret cache of pirate gold, and their battle cry of "kill the demon" is what caused them to blow up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006, drive over my house with a backhoe August 8, 2013, beat me up with golf clubs and murder my baby November 14, 2013, cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. All those things you have all those police reports about.

They are convinced Etiole is in my yard to keep them from my gold. The only problem is, there is no gold on my land. Etiole is not a demon, and their extreme levels of harassment are utterly insane! 

But then, when they get caught on my camera, because I'm a daily vlogger, so the camera is running all the time, them they accuse me of harassing them, because their faces showed up on my livestream. Uhm... I'm on y own land, in my own bedroom, usually a few hours into my daily livestream when they get caught in the background trespassing. That's NOT me harassing them. That's them trespassing and vandalizing, and breaking and entering while not realizing I was home and them getting caught in the act of vandalizing and trespassing.

Then they run to FaceBook and make all kinds of wild claims about me stalking them. I'm crippled. I can't even get out of bed. Every time I have them on camera, it's because they were trespassing and breaking and entering. I'm in my bedroom livestream a game on my computer and they'll be smashing out windows and get mad that it happened to be the window in line with my livestream webcam on my computer. That's NOT be stalking them. That's me laying in bed playing Witcher 3 and them breaking in.

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of Old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

Note that there were THREE 4-door white trucks, a smaller one, a larger one, and a mega-sized giant one -like a Dodge Power Wagon type only it was not a Dodge Power Wagon it was one of the look alike brands, possibly a Nissan. The owner and driver of the big-big-super sized one is still unidentified. The other 2 were both caught in 2017, Kathy BR's truck being the larger of the 2. The 3 trucks often showed up together and drive circles around me, on Rout 1/Portland Rd, while I was driving. They would slam my car from back and sides and push me off the road. Several times they did damage to the frame of my car with had to be repaired multiple times. They've done several tens of thousands in damages to my Volvo over the years. You already have a lot of the smashed up car photos on file, at both Biddeford and Old Orchard police departments, you each have more then a dozen reports for attacks on my car -though the FBI has said someone attempted to destroy several of the records with my name, at the Old Orchard police department. FBI said they arrested the officers who did that. I don't know which files were damaged or how. 

For several years/decades now, I have had multiple people trying to buy my land. The same people over and over again. Only buying my land is not what they are asking for. Rather, they claim my land is cursed and I have to sell it to break the curse. Crazy, I know, but that's what they say. The crazier part is they say that after I sell my land I have to hand the money over to them so they can use it as a down payment on a house they want to buy in Kennebunk. The people in question are my parents and they've been doing this for well over 20 years now. I've always said "no, I'm not selling my land" and left it at that.

My mother (she changes her last name often, I'm not sure which she currently uses) and my father my father both have become extreme hostile and violent the past 2 weeks, and I'm not sure what set them off, but they are hyper infuriated on my refusal to sell my land and give them the money for a down payment of a house in Kennebunk. 

I did not suspect them, all these years, because always been other people showing up and say they were contacting me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous, but now they are directly doing it themselves.

Starting in June 2001, lots of harassment started and at first, I did not suspect them, or think there was a connection. But now they are outright bragging to my face, that they are the ones behind the vandalism. Like I said, check the police records for 144, 146, 148 Portland Ave from June 2001 til current date. There have been dozens of attacks, including drive by shootings, the bombing of my house, the backhoe driving over my next house, me being beat up with golf clubs which is why I am crippled now for the rest of my life and how my baby died.

The FBI is involved. If you need more information beyond what I've written here,  FBI Agent Andy Drewer can be reached at 207-774-9322 he is at the Portland Office on Middle Street, he is in charge of the investigation, of several events, namely the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing, which my uncle Paul Martel went to prison for building the bomb and selling it to ISIS. The 2006 bombing of the house at 144 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My baby was murdered November 14, 2013, a backhoe drove over my house at 146 Portland August 8, 2013 that's why I'm at the Biddeford apartment right now, because we can't get Kathy BR at the town hall to get a building permit, even though she's not the one in charge of that, she takes over our application and won't let it be approved, because she claims I shouldn't be allowed to live in Old Orchard, due to my having left the Mormon church to become a Voodoo Priestess, she says that makes me a witch and I'm not allowed to apply for a house building permit on those grounds, so, it's been 9 years and I'm still without a house on my land in Old Orchard and still stuck in a Biddeford apartment.

It is a long list of a lot of things happening. I'll try to organize it all in order:

At it's start, the whole thing goes back to a homeless man who wishes to remain anonymous, so I'm not using his real name here, nor have I ever used his real name anywhere online or offline or with any conversation with any one.

He, didn't do anything wrong. Quite the contrary, all he's ever done is live in the Ross Forest and surrounding swamps and marshes along the Saco River in Pine Point, OOB, Saco, Biddeford, and probably other areas, he moves around a lot rotating where he sets up camp, something he's done since 1953. I know quite a few people have seen him and talked to him, I don't know if any police officers have ever encountered him or not. Because he is elderly and in frail health, I often let him stay on my land. He's the ONLY person who has permission to be there. Herein lays the problem: he's deformed from acid burn scars covering most of his body. Churches around the area have spent decades accusing him of being a cryptid, alien, demon, watcher, fallen angel, you name it, someone has called him some weird conspiracy. According to him, himself, he was a Jewish WW2 concentration camp survivor, who arrived in OOB with a bunch of other refugees in 1953. Because he's so deformed by his scars, he was bullied by the locals who refused to believe him a human, and that's why he fled into the forest and never set foot in society again. The problem is, the people harassing me have made up this wild conspiracy that he's a demon and I'm protecting him, and they claim they need to get me off my land in order to get to him.

This all started in 1978.

My parents (my father and my mother), uncles (12), aunts (12+), and cousins (64 at the 1970s/1980s time - more then 400 today), teased and bullied me throughout my childhood about him, but they teased and bullied everyone about everything, so I didn't think that much of their bullying back in the 1970s and 1980s when it first started happening. It was just them being the toxic bullies that they are to everyone.

It wasn't until the 1990s and 2000s that it started to become a problem. And 207 is when I first realized how big of a problem it really was.

In 1996 and 1997 Aunt aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie (Richard Merlin Atwater) and David (Atwater) and Joey (Atwater -the one who lives in Australia and is wanted by the FBI for kidnapping and selling babies back in the 1980s- FBI can't arrest him until he leaves Australia -I'm not sure why- so he became a citizen. I don't know the details of what he's wanted for.) in raving warpath over it. All three of them showed up in OOB -even Joey from Australia-though I didn't know he was wanted by the FBI back than. But they arrived here in OOB to yell at me in person, because aunt B made the claim that the emails were from me, so they were all mad at me for having written them, but I never did know the contents of the emails because I didn't write them.

I did not see the emails. I didn't have access to a computer back then ad I didn't have internet until 2007 a full 11 years later. Dickie had several of them printed out and waving them around, but I never got a chance to read what they said. One of the emails was 64 pages long, and according to Dickie was all about aliens. I know nothing about aliens, so most of what he said was just gibberish nonsense to me. This was in 1996, shortly before Heaven's Gate killed 39 people in California and at the time, all 3 of those uncles, plus a few other uncles were members of Heaven's Gate, and one uncle -Mervin Bruce Atwater-made the claim to be "the leader of the Maine division of Heaven's Gate"- I don't know if he actually was a Heaven's Gate leader or not, but he maintained that he was right up until 2019, and in April 2019 he was making the claim to be following Comet Wormwood because HaleBop was the wrong one. Like I said, they were coming up with some pretty wild alien and UFO claims and I'm not sure how much of what they claimed was true.

Well, this was the first time I heard the word "Etiole" which was the nickname they had given to the homeless man who sometimes camped out on my yard. Etiole is not his name, it's always been just the word the Atwaters call him (they say it means man from the stars or alien and that it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name.) Somewhere in the emails, aunt B had called the homeless man "Etiole" and "amphibious alien" and made the claim that he was an "alien grey" who had abducted me to some mother-ship.  

I have never been abducted by aliens and never made such a claim. I never heard such foolishness. But, that this point, I wasn't fully aware of what they were talking about, so I didn't yet realize they were saying that I was making the claim to have been abducted by aliens.

That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. But that was how it got started...all this stuff that is happening now with the vandalism and threats going on this week March 2022.

Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about what they were doing in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. 

I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it. I think this, because in December 2021, I was at the Biddeford library when an elderly man came over to me, asked if I was EelKat and asked me why I was sending him hundreds of emails about Etiole, and who was Etiole? I told the man I don't use email, I've never emailed anyone, I don't know what he's talking about. He says he gets over 300 emails a day about Etiole from someone claiming to be EelKat. But here's the thing: EelKat is not something I call myself. I'll explain that in a bit.

First, let's go back to 1994. Before aunt B started sending the emails out, while claiming they were written by me. My father (my father) was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him "the white monkey". 

In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Paul Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. The Bishop wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by my father. Others had been written by Dickie. One was written by my mom's father David Henry Atwater who died several years ago now. This was the Mormon bishop in Cape Elizabeth. This bishop had more then one hundred letters laying on his desk, and he had several boxes more around his desk. He said he received no fewer then 5 letter every day for several months, and was quite concerned for my safety as he felt the letter writers may be "mentally unhinged" and "highly dangerous" based on what he called "several homicidal rants" contained in the letters. He said he was giving the letters to Paul Peterson, at Pine Land Centre Mental Health Institute in New Gloucester, because he felt my father and my uncle Dickie should be committed due to the contents of the letters.

The letters looked physically bizarre. Each one started like a normal letter, straight across sentences, line by line, but upon reaching the end of the page, the words spiralled around the outer edge and into a circle around the page, then upside down bottom to top between the first rows.

Each letter contained codes and cryptographers, and large portions of the letters were unreadable unless you cracked the "secret code" that was included with them.

Both my father and my uncle Dickie frequently wrote in that weird spiral and zigzag of lines fashion. My father's letters were the ones that included the cryptography and hidden codes. Dickies letters were just weird spiralling but no codes to solve.

I did not read any of the letters, but the Bishop was deeply upset by them, and stated that he used to be Catholic before becoming Mormon and said that if he was still Catholic he'd recommend my father had an excorsim down, because as the Bishop put it "the white monkey letters are the closet thing I've ever seen to demon possession".

Later that same year Paul Peterson from Pine Land Centre arrived at church and asked to talk to me. He had with him, some of the White Monkey letters and like the Bishop asked me to id the handwriting.

Stake President Earnshaw (of the same church) later called me in to his office for similar letters he had also received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. 

In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters, all citing they were receiving them daily. Some said members were receiving them. When I stopped attending the Mormon church, my mother's minister's at the 15 churches she was attending at the time, all started getting the letters. (At the time my mom had a belief that she had to be in church as close to 24 hours a day as possible, so she was attending week day church services at every church that had them, even though she was not a member of most of those churches. She became an atheist last I had heard and attends no churches at all anymore as far as I know.) 

My father was in and out of the hospital a lot during this time period (1991 to 1996-ish), due to the violent fights between him and my mother which included him twice being hospitalized due to blood gushing head injuries from a brick, which also included OOB police arresting my mother for beating him said brick. The psychiatrist from Pine Land Centre felt that my dad suffered serious brain damage from one of the brick beating attacks, and wanted him to press charges against my mother, but he refused. The psychiatrist said he felt that my dad's White Monkey letters was a side effect of the multiple head injuries he was hospitalized for. 

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed my father as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. The Biddeford police have this arrest on record. We were living at Water st at the time and my father had tried to kill me and my brother Joshua and also himself. The police arrested him. He was in the psych ward for around a week, and released because of the drastic change in his personality that was caused by the medication. He was only released on the condition that he maintained the meds.

Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or the white monkey, until November 19, 2021, when things (the vandalism and harassment and threats) started escalating, the week Todd Murphy died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon, claiming my Volvo was demon possessed, and accusing me of driving my car around town to drive people to suicide. I don't know who these people were. The one doing most of the yelling has very unique and very identifiable hair: it's a "high fashion" stick straight bob, like what you see in Italy Runways, super stiff as a board, stick straight, like she uses a few jars of jell to get it so straight. And a weird dark-purple tinted red. Very anime cartoon looking hair. You can't mistake it. She always wears big dark glasses, and usually has a little skinny blond man with her, who appears to be her husband or boyfriend. She frequently is beating him over the head with a baby car seat, while yelling at me and my car, while standing on the front porch of our building. They don't live here, I don't know who they re or where they come from. She did it almost every day of December, and most of the last week of November 2021.

This is the first time anyone has mentioned Etiole in years.

They call him Etiole sometimes, White Monkey other times. 

I should tell you where the term "white monkey" come from.

There was a white monkey, in OOB in the 1970s. It belonged to Helen Pearly of Pine Point and was part of her "White Animal Farm" zoo that she ran, which was a little petting zoo of all albino animals. I think it shut down in the early 1980s. Most older folks of the area remember Helen Pearly and her albino zoo animals - which included an elephant, and other such animals. Well, one day the white monkey escaped and Helen Pearly was a friend of my grandmother's (Helen Ricker Allen) and Helen Pearly showed up at 146 Portland Ave (than 862 because the road was renumbers in 1982) to tell my Grammy Helen the monkey had been seen nearby and to let her know if we saw it. Well, after that me and the other neighbour kids started going out into the swamps looking for the white monkey because Helen Pearly was offering a reward for it being returned. And one day we saw it, and tried to catch it and we followed it into the swamps and we found a homeless man out there. He was sick and starving to death. 

The white monkey belonged to Helen Pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen Pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and Atwater cousin Micheal and my Murphy cousin Timmy (the one whose white cross is on the Ross rd he died in 2013) saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal and Timmy took him food. And to this day, we still do, except Michael moved away and Timmy died in 2013 so that left just me taking care of Etiole today. Etiole is very old, probably 80s or 90s today. He's very small, not much bigger than a child, maybe around 5'1"-ish. He's covered with acid burns, scars, and tattoos. He has extreme PTSD and is terrified of the sight of people. He's very skittish, almost mute, speaks mostly with his hands, and run terrified from any people who try to get near him. The only reason he didn't run the day we found him, was because he was very sick, probably pneumonia or something like that. Had we children not found him and taken him food for the next several weeks, he probably would have died that same summer. He must have been in his 50s or 60s back then in 1978.

We told the adults about him, and they went to find him, but, they found some plants instead out there in the swamp, and my mom called the police, and the OOB police called the state police, and the state police called the FBI and the entire rest of the week was lots of police digging up lots of plants. Adam and the Babe, were 2 police officers who were left to stand watch over us children while every one else hauled out the plants. News reporters showed up and the news stations called it "Maine's largest drug raid". I don't know what drug plants look like so I don't know what kind of drugs they were. According the the FBI agents who talked to use kids (we were all 5 to 10 years old at the time) a "bad name named Bryan Cyr put those bad plants in the swamp". The FBI agents said they had been looking for Bryan Cyr and his Cyr Clan from Connecticut for several years and wanted to know had we seen him.  We had not, though we did see him about a year later when the big shoot out happened at 142 Portland Ave in front of the Dome house - the day the dome house blue up because Anne Cyr set fire to the meth lab inside- I saw her poured 3 gas cans on the house then throw several matches. Bryan fled in a robin egg blue micro-mini pick up truck, screaming that the meth lab was gonna blow. The whole house went up like a mushroom cloud. It's the only time I ever saw the Cyr Clan.) 

Adam and the Babe went with us kids to look for the sick homeless man/Etiole as he's now called by locals, but he was gone by then, because it had been 5 or 6 or more hours since the adults found the plants. The 2 police officers looked all over the forest for him, and stopped when they found a human leg bone in the Bachelder Brooke and took that with them and left to join the other officers. (144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave and the swamps and forest behind it is a massive Native American grave - there are at least 500 graves, that back in the 1970s all still had markers, most of the dates are 1400s to 1500, but in the mid 1980s someone stole most all of the slate grave markers, so they are unmarked today. I assume the leg bone was from one of those graves - human bones wash up out of the ground all the time on these sections of land because there are just so many Native American graves all over the place here, on my land and the lands abutting me. It's why the Powder Horn campground can't expand any closer to my land - they hit Native American graves last time they expanded the campground.)

So, because they got sidetracked by all the drug plants and all the police everywhere for the rest of the week, the adults never saw the homeless man or the white monkey as both had been scared off by the huge crowd of drug raid crews.

For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen Pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I should point out, her family, The Atwaters, are the Scottish Traveller Gypsies, aka as The Scottish Mafia by several white Americans, her brothers Bruce and David and several of Davids adult children, grandchildren, and great grand children call themselves Scottish Mafia  and act every bit fitting on that title, which is both why the FBI is investigating and why I have nothing to do with them.

Right after the June attack on her car, a large group of Irish Travellers showed up from the Carilinas and Tennessee and were setting up squatting camps all around the area, The had set up a large camp on BB street behind my Main st/Cutts St apartment in Biddeford, setting up in the big chain link fenced yard on the corner (which is why the owners have since roped the land off.) I didn't think anything of it at first, because the Irish Travellers show up in Southern Maine every year for decades now, so there's nothing unusual about seeing them setting up camps on any space they can find, you see it every year. Usually they camp on the cow farms in Dayton/Buxton/North Saco area, so seeing them in Biddeford was a bit strange.

I point this out because the week they arrived on BB, my mother and her Atwater siblings and their families flipped out big time. They put heavy focus on "the brown house on the corner and the chain link fence yard across the street" and laid out to harassing the landlords of those two locations. They had a list of around 100 addresses in Biddeford, Cape Elizabeth, and many other places included Rhode Island and Connecticut. I saw the list because my mother showed up at my yard waving it around and demanding I help her and the Atwaters stage an attack on the Irish Travellers, whom she claimed was family of the man in the green truck with the 2x4 attack on her car.

A war between the Scottish Travellers/Scottish Mafia/The Atwaters and the Irish Travellers -which include The Cry Clan drug gang from Connecticut - the one the FBI is here looking for-, is the last thing I want to get involved in. Those same two clans are the ones who did the 4-5-8 shoot out back in the 1970s/1980s, when they blew up the dome house at 142 Portland Ave. They were armed to the teeth with truck loads and school bus loads of illegal military guns back in the 4-5-8 shoot out and I don't want to see what kind of weaponry that same group lugs around now 40 years later.

I am a Voodoo Priestess. Voodoo is also known as Folk Catholicism. It is a branch of the Catholic Church. Voodoo is a Christian religion, that focuses on reverence the ancestors. Hollywood Horror movies have slandered our religion to such an extent that the average person thinks Voodoo is dark magic, death spells, curses, and voodoo dolls. Those are all things that exist only in Hollywood and do not exist in real world Voodoo. The problem is made worse, when teens and young adults, not knowing the actual religion, call themselves Voodoo while practising things they see in movies.  While the older generations of Gypsies and Travellers know the difference, younger generation have fallen far from the old traditions, especially the old religion, and sadly, even among Gypsies and Travellers today, many in the age group of 60 years old and younger, only know Voodoo from Horror movies and not from their grandmother's actual practice.

I say this because my mother and her Atwaters wanted me to join then as a "figure head" for their cause. They specifically demanding I summon demons, make voodoo dolls, cast curses, and use magic to kill the list of people living at the addresses on the list they had. In short they attempted to hire me to be a quasi-hit-man for them.

When I explained to them that this is not what Voodoo is about, Voodoo is peaceful, non-violent, we shun weapons and hurtful acts of all types, they lashed out at Etiole -who was not here, it was just me they were yelling at, yelling about him. My mother called Etiole a demon, said he was my familiar, said "I know you work with demons, you can't lie to me" and "you cast death curses on people all the time you lying little bitch, you just won't do it for me because you want to spite your mother, after all I do for you!

I made a Twitch livestream video that same day, telling what was going on and what I feared was about to happen, because I have seen these same two Gypsy clans go to war with each other before.

Well, I have too much to deal with with my health. I'm bedridden 15+ hours a day, so I do nothing but play video games and write novels and edit novels, ALL of which I do on livestream - yes, I livestream for 12 to 15, sometimes 19 hours each and every single day, and I have 92TB of hard drive full of that video footage all the way back to 2015 - I have every minute of every day of my life not only live streamed on Twitch, but I have ALL the video footage files, which mean I have footage of all the attacks, all the yelling at my car, all the demanding I cast death spells, all the trying to hire me as a hit man - all of it. I have over 15k hours of video footage. And because most of the attacks happened during a livestream, there are also hundreds of witness online who saw and heard the attacks and threats already, seeing and hearing them as they were happening.

Going back to the suspecting someone is impersonating me... My mother makes the claim that it is her right to cut the wires off my Biddeford apartment building, because she claims I've put her name, address, and where she goes online. I've never put her address or name or where she goes on the internet. Don't know what she's talking about. I gave her the FBI contact info and told her that if she actually is seeing "me" posting this stuff she claims I'm posting online, then she needs to forward that stuff to the FBI because it's someone impersonating me, and that was one of the things the FBI has suspected was happening so they are actively looking for that kind of stuff. They are trying to get to the bottom of who it is spreading these wild, crazy ass rumours and lies, both doing it in my name and doing it about me.

They've already located a shut down a few dozen impersonation of me, social network accounts, and so far, to date, all of them have belonged to just one person: my mother's brother Mervin Bruce Atwater. Well, it makes sense that HE would know her home address and where she goes, seeing how, for the past decade they were kind of joined at the hip and did everything together. Yeah, of course he knows where she lives and what car she drives and where she goes. 

Also, I never went to school, she did not allow it, There were several legal/court battles between my mom and the OOB school and the state of Maine ad the department of education throughout the 1980s, over the fact that she was actively refusing to allow me to attend school. So I never learned to do math or numbers. I don't know how to count or do money or any stuff like that. And numbers don't register in my head for some reason. People will tell me a phone number or home address and 5 seconds later my mind is blank on the numbers. I can't remember them. That's why when something like an attack happens I write down the tie and date immediately and keep it on a chart - I have a list, day by day, all times and dates of every attack since June 2001. I wouldn't be able to remember what happened when if I didn't keep a list like that.

Well, my mother knows all of this, so she knows even if she had told me her address, which she didn't, I wouldn't have remembered it long enough to even write it down.

In June 2021, I found out she moved, because I was walking my dog -we walk 3 to 4 miles a day, all over Biddeford, Old Orchard, and Scarborough, because I am trying to rebuild my leg muscles after having been bedridden since 2013, with only minimal movement- Doctors said I would never walk again and I aim to prove them wrong and well I have, because I am at least walking enough to walk my dog each day, but it is very difficult, and every step I take feels like a sword stabbing up my right leg and into my spine, because of the nerve damage. It is why I walk so slow and limp so bad, because it hurts terrible to step down.

Well, one day I was walking my dog and all of a sudden, there's my mother, telling me that I'm standing in front of her house and I was surprised, because last I knew she lived several miles away. I had no clue she lived 2 streets over from me and that she had done so for 3 years!

I don't know how she expects me to even know where she goes considering I've had no contact with her in almost a decade now, not since the stunt she pulled April 10, 2015 when she broke into my motorhome, filled it with feces, and then locked her 13 cats in it to frame me for animal abuse. She did not expect the Old Orchard Beach police to arrive and confiscate her cats and then not give them back to her and she has been in a social media battle with several animal shelters, veterinarians, animal control officers, and police officers ever since. Most of her harassment of these people has been targeted at former OOB town hall worker DF  and OOB police officer WW , both of whom she has been harassing on FaceBook for the past 7 years. You can ask DF  and WW  and their family and friends on FaceBook, how bad it has gotten. In recent months she added a new person to her FaceBook harassment, I don't know their name, just that it's the ex-wife and 15 year old son of someone named Todd Murphy who recently died from being hit by a train in front of my Biddeford apartment on Nov 19, 2021. Sometimes she says his death was a suicide, other times she says he was murdered and thrown in front of the train. I don't know which it is, I didn't know him, and only have her word for any of it.

In her mind, the way the whole thing was supposed to happen was: you police were supposed to confiscate my motorhome and she would take her cats and go home. 

What actually happened was: you police confiscated her cats, and I kept my motorhome.

She has spent the last 7 years harassing every pet shelter and rescue in New England, trying to find the cats.

In answer to questions about the cats from April 2015—those were cats belonging to Wayne Whitten of Biddeford, Maine. I was never able to talk about it because of the court case going on between Wayne's family and the Atwaters.

To make matters even worse, the cats were not hers, either. Rather, they belonged to Wayne Whitten and his daughter. My mother had stolen the cats from Wayne, in an act of retaliation, after Wayne refused to hand over to her, his father, William's land.

If you do not know, there are several polygamists in my family, all on the Atwater side. My mother is one of them. Wayne Whitten is one of her many Husbands, and therefore Wayne Whitten is also my stepfather.

In May 2010, my mother took a chainsaw to my 1964 Dodge 330. But it was not the ONLY car she attacked that week. Two days earlier, she took a chainsaw to Wayne's black 1970s vintage Dodge. AFTER, she locked her Old English sheepdog in the trunk and left it there for 6 months, and then tried to say that Wayne killed her dog, when in fact, she had.

Many people in Biddeford, Maine knew Wayne Whitten and his father William Whitten, and both men were known for the wild tales of Wayne's 5th wife, Jeannie, who daily beat him, gathered her older brothers to beat him, and hospitalized him several times, multiple times nearly killing him. That wife is also my mother.

Unfortunately for Wayne Whitten, no one would believe him about how violent and psychotically deranged his wife was and in the space of only a few weeks, his father, then his cats, and then Wayne himself all died. Because of the violent nature of Wayne's death, details were withheld from the public.

Three cats—the white cat Old Lady, and the 2 tabby's Trouble and Sassy, were already dead before the police arrived, and all three were diagnosed as having been force-fed rat poison. This is why, even though my mother put 13 cats in my motorhome, the police only took 10 cats.

Wayne's father, William, owned the cape house next door to Ben's Flooring in Biddeford, behind Walmart. In his 90s, with his health failing, my mother arrived demanding William sell his house and give her the money for a down payment on a mansion in Kennebunk. The exact same demands she is now making at me, these 7 years later. She did this to William Whitten in 2015, and Wayne's daughter to this day maintains that my mother's threats, demands, and harassment were the major contributing factors of William's death.

My mother took the Whitten cats, intending to hold them hostage, until William sold his house and gave her the money. This was why she hid the cats in my motorhome. This is also why when the police showed up asking about the cats, I had no clue what they were talking about and let them search the motorhome telling them there were no cats in it. My mother broke into my motorhome and hid the cats in there, apparently 3 days earlier, and I was unaware she had done this so was unaware the cats were there.

This is also why, when police officer Will Watson asked how many cats there were and what their names were, why I did not know how many cats there were and only knew the names of a couple of the cats that I had heard Wayne talk about.

William Whitten died while the cat fiasco was going on.

Wayne, realizing what my mother had done to his cats, tried to get them back, but he died a few weeks later.

Wayne, his father, and his cats all died a few weeks apart from each other.

My mother went around triumphantly bragging that she had gotten Wayne's father's land, via being Wayne's wife, and set about to the process of buying the house in Kennebunk. And got slapped with a reality check when the two wills got read and both William and Wayne had left everything they had to Wayne's daughter.

In raging inferno, my mom lashed out at Wayne's daughter, and a lawsuit happened, with Wayne's daughter charging my mother with kidnapping the cats, and using rat poison to slowly poison Wayne. A massive Facebook war happened between the Whittens and the Atwaters as my mother got her Atwater thugs involved, and the Whitten's fled in terror once they realized the rumours that my mother was part of the Scottish Mafia, was in fact, very, very, very true.

To this day, the remains of Wayne Whitten's surviving family live in mortal terror, daily vandalism, and barbaric levels of harassment at the hands of my mother, and her brothers Bruce and David and David's sons and grandsons.

More details of what happened can be found here: Amphibious Aliens: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html

And no, for the people who are confused, Amphibious Aliens has nothing to do with aliens. It is about a homeless man whom my mother and her brother Bruce, over hyper focused on, and together my mother and Bruce created an elaborate alien abduction and demon possession hoax, so they could try to scam several dozen locals out of their houses.

This cat stealing, house stealing scam is something they have been doing to people all over Southern Maine since BEFORE I was even born. The earliest known attempt at this house stealing scam dates back to their father David Henry Atwater and a house he stole in the 1930s in Rumford Maine. At the time, my grandfather used the hoax of an angel from heaven coming down and telling him to take the Rumford farm. And at the time, my grandfather was a transport driver for Honey Fizt's ACTUAL Boston Mafia, which is WHY, the Atwaters make the claim to be the Scottish Mafia. Their claim is that because they are Scottish, and their father worked for Honey Fitz that they are Mafia. But the Atwaters are neither Scottish nor Mafia, both claims are outright lies that are nothing more than part of the scam they run.

As can be seen with BOTH what she has spent the past 5 decades doing to Etiole and what she is currently doing to Todd Murphy's family on and off FaceBook, you can see how much my mother hyper focuses on homeless people and abusing their friends and relatives and using the homeless person's homelessness as excuses for the scams she runs.

That she spent decades running a land stealing scam in Etiole's name, and now is running another land stealing scam in Todd Murphey's name is utterly deplorable.

And you people who wonder WHY I've not had contact with my mother in 30 years, WHY I shun her. WHY I hate her and her Atwater thugs so much... you are right now witnessing it live as they do it all over again, this time taking advantage of the pain and suffering of Todd Murphy's family to try to steal land from people in the name of a homeless man who was killed by a train.

I am thoroughly and utterly disgusted with my mother's vile abuse of the Murphy family and what she is doing in the name of a dead man.

I've said it thousands of times before and I'll say it again: The Atwaters are scum.

The Atwaters devote their lives to abusing homeless people and the families of those homeless people, just so they can run their filthy scams, and I’m fucking sick of the Atwaters and their filth.


She has had several retaliation attacks happen to her, done by family and friends of the people she's harassing on FaceBook. the retaliation attacks included a Biddeford Public Works road grader being driven into her yard and over her car in 2017. Two additional attacks on her next car, the following year. And in June 2021 a man driving a green pick up truck drove into her yard and beat her car with a 2by4. (Note, I did not witness any of these attacks on her cars and only have her word on what happened.)

All of these people she is fighting with on FaceBook, I don't know, they are people she knows and they are not on my FaceBook and I blocked her and all the Atwaters from my FaceBook back in May 2015, when her and her nieces and nephews and siblings were posting death threats on my FB profile. One cousin cousin name, posted pictures of herself carrying a machine gun (not automatic rifle - but a machine gun - the big type you put on a tripod and have a belt full of hundreds of bullets slung over your shoulder- similar to a gatland gun but not as big, though she had pictures of her gatland gun too that she was also posting on my FB) She'd write under the pictures "This is the gun I'm going to shoot you with"... her husband was one of the guys arrested after the Jan 6 attack, by the way - the guy in Florida with the Nancy something's ( forget her last name, I think it began with a P? I don't know American politics, I find it all confusing so I'm not sure who the Nancy woman was). He stole her pulpit and  he was posting pictures of him stealing on FB. Her mom is aunt L, and she and he were among the 23 cousins that the FBI has been trying to find because they supplied a lot of the guns for the Jan 6th attack, according to posts they made on FB. I don't know, I never saw any such posts because I have them all blocked n FB since 2015. Her brother cousin name was also posting pictures of him carrying guns and writing death threats underneath on my FB wall. His messages said: "I'm an ordained Aaronic Priest and god has given me permission to blow your brains out with this gun". cousin name and cousin name are 2 of David and aunt L's 15 adult kids -all are 40 to 60+ years old. David is my mom's oldest brother, he's in his 80s. He is very violent, there has never been an occasion of him arriving on my land in Old Orchard, that did not involve his trying to kill me, usually by strangling me. He is the most violent of all the uncles. Several times while he's been here he beat up his adult kids by hitting them in the face with weights off of dumbells. 

Most of the Atwater men are retired Marines, and all of them are over 6'2" the tallest, is 7'3". These guys are HUGE and are all weightlifters. You don't want to cross one of the Atwater uncles, they are former Marines trained in weaponless combat. David runs a compound in Palmyra.. . and you might have just seen his crew in the news - they were doing a squatter's rights takeover of that big mansion next door to Stephen King in Bangor and somehow the place caught fire. The news reports didn't mention Stephen King and went out of their way to get camera angles that kept King's house out of the news, but I'm as familiar with Bangor streets as I am Old Orchard and Biddeford streets, so I recognized which house it was on the news, that got attacked by the squatters doing a take over war. 

My uncle and his kids are trying to confiscate the land all around Stephen King - they say they have the right to because no one was ever paid any money for being in The Thinner movie. That happened about 2 weeks ago, the news did not list the squatters name, but like I said, it's my uncle and his crew, they been focusing on the 20 or so houses around King's big red Victorian, for over a decade now. They tried to get me to help them do it, that's how I found out. They made the claim that because I'm an author I should be able to reason with Stephen King and convince him to hand over his red Victorian house in exchange for his never paying them for being in The Thinner. I told them to get lost and burn in hell. Just because I'm an author and King's film crew filmed a part of Thinner on my land in Old Orchard doesn't mean I know King himself, I never even met him, and them being obsessed with stealing land from people is just out of control. 

The whole Atwater clan does this. They don't see anything wrong with moving in, setting up camp, and driving the rightful land owners off their land at gunpoint.

They act like it's a family tradition to steal land from people, via squatting, harassment, corrosion, death threats, and outright just forging deeds and switching the files, like they did with my land.

And that's the issue we have going on right now. My mother has gone on a psych crazed warpath vendetta of taking my land or else, and or else so far has included her twice now having my father shove things up the tailpipe of my car, both times doing lots of damage t the car when I started the engine and everything inside blew up because of the fuel line blocked. And twice now - each time the same day as attacking my Volvo cutting the wires off the Biddeford apartment as well, in the same driveway where the car was parked.

Both times they admitted to doing it and both times used the justification that I deserved it because I was refusing to sell my land and give my mother the money to buy a house in Kennebunk. She says she has to move to Kennebunk to "get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". She's very crude and vulgar and has an extreme hatred for black people and hangs around online with some group that calls itself "the workers of iniquity" which claims to be "a branch of the Ku Klux Klan because the original Ku Klux Klan is not strict enough".

Throughout 2016 people wearing KKK-like white robes and hood showed up in Old Orchard to make threats about my land. Back then I was unaware that my mother was friends with such a group. The robes are NOT KKK robes, the KKK robes are very distinctive, covered with fancy bead work and embroidery, and are not white, but are usually green or red or blue or yellow. It's a Hollywood myth that the KKK wears white, and that's how you can tell REAL KKK from fake wannabe's pretending to be KKK. Real KKK is not wearing white sheets and white pillowcases. The real KKK is a church that is organized similar to Catholic church and all their robes mean specific ranks, also they don't wear hood, they wear mitre hats like the pope does, and have a veil mask over their eyes. So its pretty easy to identify real KKK from fakers in white sheets, and the people showing up in my yard were not real KKK, they were fakers literally wrapped in white bed sheets with pillow cases over their heads. 

Well, various white-power groups show up in the area, that's nothing unusual. Neo-Nazi, Sovereign Citizens, ect. They've always been around Maine, so much so that there are KKK and white power history museums in Maine -one is in Saco. So, I didn't think much of the white hood idiots in my yard. We are Gypsies, white hooded idiots are a part of our non-white life.

Well, here's the thing: we are not white. My mother's mother was not a Gypsy. Eva Viola Little John Dyer Atwater was half Kickapoo Native American and half black. He mother was 100% Native America. Her father 100% black. My mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent. There is not one drop of white blood in her. Which is why I was surprised to hear her say: "I gotta move to Kennebunk to get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". Yes, Kennebunk is all white, and look at the news, the black school teach who lives in Old Orchard Beach and worked at Kennebunk schools is daily bombarded with swastika painted on her car while she's teaching class. I can't drive my Volvo down main street Kennebunk with out getting pelted with rocks and crowds running off the sidewalks screaming "death to Gypsy scum!" It's dangerous t drive through Kennebunk and not be white -they pull us coloured folks out of cars if we get stopped at a red light. Kennebunk is legendary for being the most white power town in the state of Maine.

One has only to look up the international news reports of the 10 year old school children dragging their black teacher into the streets and almost beating her to death -in 2020. That happened barely a year ago. Kennebunk is the most hostile anti-black town in America and they are proud of it, brag about it, and since the BLM stuff of 2020, Kennebunk has gotten ten times worse. And, she's been seeing all that in the news and wants to live there, and I'm not sure why, because like I said,  my mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent and if she tries to buy a house there, and they find out she has black blood, they'll kill her. But she's all hyped up on a white power kick and wants to join Kennebunk's anti-black movement, and... I... I just don't understand it and I'm sure if that's actual why she wants to go thee or not.

There was a court case about the cats (3 different ones because the town hall dropped the case after evidence proved the cats were not mine and my mother had snuck them in my motorhome a few days earlier to try to frame me and then some MB guy crawled out of the woodwork to reopen the case a month later), which, for some reason was in my name, not her name, because the motorhome was mine, even though the cats were hers. Weirdly, half way through the court case the town hall dropped the case and some guy named MB Bureau took over it instead. Thing is, I don't know who this MB guy is. He's not anyone I have ever even met before and he was not at the court so I didn't meet him there either. He came in with lots of wild accusations about me harassing him, even though I had no clue who he was and had never heard of him before. MB's lawyer took photo copies of a conversation on Twitter between me and JB (the guy the FBI arrested for embezzling $30k out of the OOB town hall bank account - $3million in OOB tax money went missing, the rest was never found as far as I know. The Twitter conversation was this JB sending me death threats because he had just been released from prison, and he was claiming I had put him there, even though I didn't know him or that he'd been in prison or that he had stolen money from OOB town hall. According to FBI, JB was a church friend of my mother's and he and town manager Jim Thomas, had been Bishopric counsellors to Mormon Church Bishop DK and the 3 of them and several others from the Saco LDS church had taken over the OOB town hall in around 2010 and embezzled $3million in town taxes. Apparently my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, Richard Merlin Atwater, and aunt B had been involved, been involved and they had used fake social media accounts in my name to contact JB so he thought I knew him, that's why he contacted me on my real account after getting out of prison. I don't know the details I only know the small bit of info the FBI told me to let me know why this JB guy was contacting me.) For some reason, this MB guy, said the Twitter conversation with this Joel guy was about him. 

And apparently according to the FBI, this MB guy owns the old abandoned logging road across the street from me, which is numbered as 139 Portland Ave. I don't know, that road has been abandoned at least since the 1970s, I had no idea any one lived down there, but FBI says this MB guy does. I've been at 146 since 1975, and I've never see any one live there. FBI says there is another driveway on a different side that they probably use. Any ways, for some odd reason this MB guy took over the court case with the cats, only he suddenly said it was about me being transgender (but I'm not transgender, so I don't know why he said I was) His lawyer came into court saying I was a man pretending to be a woman, and here's where it got really weird, the lawyer copied what he SAID was an "About Me" page off of my website (eelkat.com) only what he copied was the about page for the main character of the novel series I write (I'm the author of 138 published novels). The series is about a male Elf who is possessed by a female parasitic alien jellyfish. So it's a female jellyfish wearing the body of a dead male Elf like a coat and passing herself off as him.

Well, this lawyer (Gene Libby) for this MB guy is waving THAT fictional character profile around in court, saying it was my personal about me page, and making the claim that I was a male to female transvestite who believed I was an Elf... and here's the kicker... his whole spiel was trying to convince the judge that I was insane so this MB guy could confiscate my land at 146 Portland Ave! It was the most bizarre thing, and the judge thought so too, because the judge tossed the whole thing out of court because the charges this MB guy had against me were so oddball off the wall nut job ridiculous. But the thing was, again, it was someone making wild claims that I had to hand them over my land, which is what keeps happening with every one of these weird attacks. And always, like both these 2 guys: JB and MB Bureau they are creepy ass strangers who crawl out of the woodwork, people I've never heard of before, making claims to being my friend (JB made the claim he was my best friend and said we talked all the time on FaceBook, but he wasn't on my FB and I'd never heard of him before. While MB Bureau in his court papers made the claim to be one of my uncles -he is not-and)

aunt B and aunt L of Bangor used to be putting stuff online about me and my brothers and JB would get it from aunt B and aunt L and forward it every where. This was in 2010 era, but I did not see the posts, because none of them is a FaceBook friend of me. The FBI however said they saw a lot of the posts, these people made, including several death threats. Seems likely something like that is happening again given the way people keep showing up here at the Biddeford apartment when no one even knew I was here.

I met aunt L about 3 times during my childhood, it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, and I've never spoken with her online or offline not once in my entire life.

aunt B I meet 10 or 12 times during my childhood, and likewise it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, except for 2 times. One in 2013 she showed up at my Biddeford apartment on Water St, with some medical scam idea she had that she wanted me to help her with. She said she was working at Blue Cross/Blue Shield and had found a way to get people's insurance money because a lot of people didn't file claims; she said she was also an EMT, and she could take the records from one job to cross with the other job, to have people's insurance money forwarded to a POBox she owned. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it and to get lost. I don't know how true any of the stuff she said was. I don't know if she worked at those places or could do the scam she was claiming or not.

aunt B showed up again in 2016, at the Gazebo Park (might be named Mechanic's Park?) on the Saco River by the water treatment plant. I was there walking my dog, and my mother showed up with an uncle Peter (now deceased) who was visiting from Utah. They were having a picnic. aunt B and Bruce showed up to trash everything, steal the food, and then leave. They were yelling and screaming the whole time. They acted drunk, except I didn't think they drank. I don't know. Mormons don't drink, not usually.

So I don't know aunt B and aunt L otherwise. I know nothing about them. Have never had contact with them, have never spoken with them online or offline. So, I'm puzzled as to why they were posting things online about me in 2010, or why they were acting like they knew me, when neither of them has ever been a part of my life or know anything about me.

But, they make claims that I say and do various things that I don't say or do. The list of things they've accused me of is massive and kind of crazy and include the claims that I am a prostitute, and that I am a Mafia gang leader ... like I said, it's just wild and also very slanderous and I'm sick of it.

Back in 2019 when my mother got her car, she had it over a month before I even knew she had gotten a car. I found out she had it when she flipped out saying I was online telling people she bought a car. And it turned out is was aunt B and Brucie online telling everyone she got a car, but I had told them,  even thought I had never talked to either of them since 2013 when FBI told me cut off all contact with them

aunt B and Bruce and aunt L all 3 are constantly telling people I said things, that I never said. 

I told you people been showing up talking about Todd and claiming I said things online about him, but I don't even know who he is or what they are talking about. It almost looks like someone is online impersonating me.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat 

Last time my car had this problem was same day my father cut the internet on my mom's orders. Suspicious my car has same problem again, same day internet goes off again. It went off while my mother was here

aunt B showed up at water st day after golf club attack, but I never knew how she found out , I never told anyone online about it . Her and Bruce knew about it some how before any one else.  They wanted me to use my injury to help them run a medical scam and they were pissed when I refused to. They started spreading lies about me online because of that. That was Nov 2013

aunt B and Bruce knew about the cats and DAY BEFORE it happened. aunt B posted on my FaceBook wall "the next head nailed to the door will be yours" the day before any heads were nailed to door

I think it's aunt B online saying stuff about me and my mom, because she did it before and because FBI was here asking about her going down to Washington Jan 6 attack, but I didn't yet know the Jan 6 attack had even happened. They said aunt B aunt L and 23 cousins had been down there and they FBI was trying to find them. 

Old Orchard police and Biddeford police and a detective have all shown up asking about aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins as well. But again I don't know anything because I not had contact with them. But FBI, 2 police departments and a detective are all saying aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins are making claims about me, in connection to bombs and ISIS .

That's how I found out Paul Martel was in prison. According to FBI agents, Paul Martel built the bombs for the 2013 Boston marathon and the 2013 bomb at South Maine Community College and put the college bomb in my class to make it look like I made the Boston bomb. That's why the FBI showed up to begin with. They were at the college investigating both bombs that happened the same day

FBI said they believed the whole thing was aunt B and Bruce idea, but Paul martial was the one who actually built the bomb and sold it to ISIS, and put the second bomb in my class at college so Paul Martel was the only one they could arrest. FBI is trying to arrest aunt B because they think she's the one behind it. They said the whole thing seems to have started because Scott went to prison for selling drugs at Scarborough downs and for some reason aunt B thinks I'm the one who turned him in, even though I've not seen or heard from Scott since he was 8 years old

FBI thinks the attack on the cats was aunt B retaliating because Paul Martel got arrested. 

When Dickie died also in 2013, after the bomb in Boston but before the golf club attackers aunt B was with him taking charge of his medicine and his official cause of death was an overdose of his medicine, with a not saying unable to determine if accident or suicide. I found out this 2 days after he died when Jacksonville County state police from Florida showed up here in Maine to interview me about where I was the day Dickie died  because when he died aunt B called 911 and told the police I had killed him. 

The FBI thinks the golf club attack was aunt B retaliating because police didn't arrest me for murdering Dickie like she had demanded they do

FBI is full focused on arresting aunt B and Bruce. There's no evidence Bruce is dead. All evidence points to him being in New Zealand. 

FBI believes Bruce faked death because FBI was moving in to close and he didn't want to take the fall for what aunt B is doing 

In 1996 and 1997 aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie and David and Joey in raving warpath over it. That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. Etiole is not his name, it's always been the word the Atwaters used to describe him (it means man from the stars or alien it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name) Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about it in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it.

My father was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him the white monkey. In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. He wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by daddy. Others had been written by Dickie. President Earnshaw later called me in for similar letters he had received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed daddy as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or white monkey, until the week Todd died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon

The white monkey belonged to Helen pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and cousin Micheal saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal took him food. For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I used to let him sleep in the Dodge at night, that's why people started saying the car was haunted. They said Etiole was a demon and the car was demon possessed. My father and Bruce used to stay up all night debating what kind of demon Etiole must be and kept calling me a demon child and a witch and saying I was demon possessed and they called Etiole my familiar and said I summoned him to cast curses and death spells. Bruce believed all that stuff as actual fact and after Bruce left for the night my dad would joke about how gullible Bruce was and how easy it was to convince him demons lived in my car. From there the rumours ended up on the internet through the Heaven's Gate group, that Bruce was a member of at the time. They were a group of around 200 people who went from one UFO forum to the next spreading rumours about me and Etiole. They did that for 11 years before I found out Bruce and his UFO friends were doing it. 

I found out when people started showing up in Old Orchard with beeping equipment claiming they were here the capture Etiole while calling him an amphibious alien and EBE and calling me "EelKat Etiole's friend" I did not use the username EelKat online and none of my books about EelKat (the black bobcat) had ever been published so there was no reason for internet people to know either the name EelKat or Etiole.  I was using the username xavychup online not EelKat, that's why my email address is xavychup not EelKat. EelKat is something Grammy called me back in the 1970s because she said eels and cats were my spirit animals. I never called myself EelKat online or offline so only the Atwaters had ever heard that word before and yet in 2007, I spent the entire summer with endless people showing up in my yard at my tent and all calling me EelKat and all looking for Etiole. 

Because I was living under the tarp I had no access to internet yet so had no clue what was going on online. I went to the library and searched Etiole and EelKat to see what came up and I found tens of thousands of forum posts and interviews and articles all written by Bruce and Dickie, including interviews with Buddy Hopkins, David Mack, and David Icke. All the stuff they said was how they had this demon possessed niece who had been abducted by aliens and has brought an alien back from the mother ship with her and was now protecting him. Every one of the forum posts. Interviews and articles had my full name, my old Orchard address, my email, and my old Orchard phone number listed. That was why so many people were showing up at the tent. In 2006 to 2009. The whole thing of people calling me a Witch and saying about curses and death spells and aliens and demons was started by daddy saying that stuff to Bruce and then Bruce and Dickie spreading it online for 11 years from 1996 to 2007

I started using the name EelKat online BECAUSE my uncles had spent 11 years calling me that on MUFON forums, and when I found out about it and started contacting all the forum admins, I had to tell every one:

"I'm Wendy Christine Allen. I'm the one you all call EelKat, Etiole's friend, the REAL EelKat, friend of the REAL Etiole,  and I'm here to slap every damned one of you with protection from harassment orders. I'm tired of the slander and lies you people are spreading about me of fucking UFO websites. I'm not an alien abductee, I've never claimed to be, until this morning I didn't even know what an alien abductee was. Etiole is not an alien. Etiole is not a demon. He's a local homeless man who has a skin deformity, so he hides in the forest because people are scared of him because of what he looks like, and they beat him up and bully him. The people telling you he's an alien are my uncles, who the ring leaders behind beating him up and bullying him, and I'm quite upset to find out they've been doing it online for quite some time and I'm only just finding out about it now, because earlier this week, I had 30,000 people in my driveway, trying to catch him while screaming that he was an amphibious alien and EBE. You UFO crazies are insane, and I want you people out of my yard. My uncles are lying to you about me and Etiole and you'll idiots for believing them."

I created an EelKat username EVERYWHERE just so I could post that message to every place my uncles had posted that fucking ass alien abduction shit about me and Etiole. THAT, is why you saw me start to use the EelKat username in 2007, when I was always xavychup everywhere before that.

And that is also why I do NOT have an EelKat email.  I've had the xavychup email since 1994, I still have it. And anyone using an eelkat email to contact you isn't me, because I don't have an eelkat email. It always has been and still is xavychup.

Last I knew aunt B and Bruce and aunt L and Bruce's daughters and David's kids and grandchildren were all still continuing to spread demon and alien lies about me and Etiole and were still putting my real name and address on everything. In 2019 they were putting my old Orchard address my high street address and also my water st address even though I was no longer at water street on thousands of forum posts and Facebook posts. In 2019 they were making several hundred posts daily across all there accounts and I found 27 fake EelKat accounts owned just by Bruce himself alone. They were all things like eeelkat, ee1kat, 33lkat, etc. Slightly spell different to look like it was me, yo someone looking quick and not paying attention.  They are likely still doing it and I assume they are doing the same to my mother as well. 

Also I don't even know what mothers address is. How could I put it anywhere? I didn't even know she moved until last summer and apparently she moved a few years ago. No one ever told me she had moved. 

Just like the saying about me saying she got a car. I didn't know about the white car until she came over in it to see Mickey last may and apparently she had a few cars in between. Last car I knew was the black one. I didn't even know she had a new car, let alone more than one.

No one ever told me those things, not her or any one else so it's utterly stupid for her to think I could put her address or cars online. Only people who knew about her address and cars could put them online.

Don't forget she never even told me when Dickie or Bruce died. Both times I found out from the FBI showing up to investigate accusations that I had murdered them

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

The 4 door white truck showed up a few days later. 

Tim Murphy had an identical truck. The police and FBI initially thought it was his, but his truck was later found.

Tim Murphy owned Etiole's swamp and was the one buying most of the food and supplies for Etiole. 

Tim Murphy was with me and Micheal the day we tried to catch Helen pearly white monkey and found Etiole. 

The FBI believes that Tim Murphy was killed by someone trying to frame Etiole and believes the murder was a retaliation over Tim Murphy refusing to sell the swamp land behind me. 

At the time the FBI was looking at DF Feeney as a suspect but DF Feeney's family was killed in a murder suicide and he too is now seen as someone who was being framed.

The swamp, sandpit, and pond behind me, the Murphys own that, and 3 people in their family have now died horrifically violent deaths because they, like me were protecting Etiole from the people who would kill him because they believed Bruce's demon and alien lies about Etiole. 

Look at what is being done to me. They drove a backhoe over my house and they murdered my baby and they crippled me, all days apart.

Look at what is being done to the Murphys. And they're massacring the Murphy family. Tim's death the same time as the attack on me.

And look at who screams the loudest hate for Etiole. Look WHO calls him a demon.

And look at WHO the FBI's number one suspect in all of this is.

My family laughs and jokes about this whole thing like they think it's a fucking game. People are dying and the FBI is not laughing. 

Look at WHO keeps attacking my car. Look at WHO keeps cutting the wires off the apartment. Vandalism. Harassment. Bullying. Threats. Evil people Evil things. By their fruits yea shall no them, for no good thing springs from dead wood. Those are small petty crimes, but they are still crimes. But it's far beyond petty crimes. The list of people who have been murdered is quite long now. 13 died just at the Boston marathon bombing. I'm crippled for the rest of my life, and so far, I'm the only person who was attacked who lived through an attack. Every one else they've attacked is dead. Most of them beheaded or killed in a bomb. 7 different bombs, including one in my classroom at college in 2013, two in my workplace in 2015 and 2016, the house in Old Orchard in 2006, and my doctor on Saco Ave in 2003 where the doctor the nurses and 21 patients were killed. And the FBI was on site for every one of them, and my family thinks it's funny to laugh and make jokes about all of it. Because that's they do since the day me and Micheal and Tim Murphy found Etiole

Do you realize for all the shit my parents have pulled,  they've never once apologized for anything. And you know why? Because they aren't sorry. They feel no guilt. They feel no shame. They feel no remorse. Why? Because they hate me. They always have. From the time I was old enough to walk both of them reminded me daily that I was supposed to be a boy to replace the baby boy that was born before me. That's why Grammy Helen was the one who was always with me until I was 8. And after that it was Grammy Eva. And then BW. 

Do you know how I found out Santa wasn't real? Grammy Helen died when I was 8. That year for Christmas there were no Christmas presents. There was just my parents arguing over which one of them should have lowered themselves to buy a gift for the mistake that committed the sin of not being born a boy. I remember that Christmas better than any other. Because that's when found out exactly how much my parents hated me and thought I was worthless because I was a girl.

Look at my MRI scans at the damage the foundation nail through my hip did. The mutilated bones that were shattered when I was 6 years old and no one took me to the hospital. I've walked on a broken leg for almost 50 years. 

Look at the jaw surgery I had to have when I was 42 to repair an injury done to me with a brick when I was 14. 

Look at the Gremlin, 1974 orange, obliterated by a sledgehammer. 

Look at what happened when I was awarded phi theta kappa. No one went to the award ceremony. My mother said it was stupid. My father spent the day raving calling me an educated damned fool. BW was at the temple with Rick. And people with golf clubs were waiting at my car.

Do you realize if just one single person had cared enough to be at the phi theta kappa awards my baby might not have been murdered and I might not be crippled now. 

Grammy Helen would beat my dad's ass for the shit he does to me. And Grammy Eva would be ashamed of the stuff my mother does. Neither Helen or Eva would have let them get away with the constant abuse and harassment.

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - KRA vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother did it. KRA stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. He tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed.

KRA did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"



UPDATE: February 27, 2022:

Do not underestimate either my willingness or how far I will go to protect my murdered son's grave from being destroyed by the bastards who are the @FBI s number one suspects in having killed him. The ONLY reason that bitch is hell bent on digging up my farm is because she wants to destroy the evidence of my baby having been murdered by golf clubs.

I'm sick of my mother and my mothers shit head Atwater relatives. They won't stop focusing on the cats. They are lost in a delusional refusal to face reality and that is impeding the fbi investigation of the murder of my baby and the crippling of my spine, because all either of them will do is say there was no baby and tell everyone lies about me and I don't like it. My baby is dead and that has nothing to do with the cats and I'm sick of my mother and her filthy Atwater thugs both ignoring what happened at the college 2 years before the cat event happened AND daily arriving to bully me and say it was “RoseMary’s Baby” and not a real baby because it was a demon, because Etiole was a from.

 

Etiole is not a demon, my baby with him was not a demon, you murdered my fucking baby because you are retarded religion crazed jackasses. Get the fuck out of my life and go burn were evil people like you belong!

 

I'm tired of every time I mention the baby that was murdered November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College,  they wave their hand in my face and say, "no you're just upset about the cats". The cats happened May 14, 2015 and those cats were not mine, they were my mother's cats, that she hid in my motorhome because her landlord Nick didn’t know she had 13 cats in her Birch St apartment. And he evicted her a year later when he found out the cats were hers.

That's why SHE is the one making a fuss about them, not me. I'm not the one running around yapping about the cats constantly,  she is. I'm talking about my son. 

 

My baby boy that was murdered by 3 attackers wielding golf clubs in the SMCC parking lot. A blond woman whom the redhaired woman called Claire, a redhaired woman who the blond woman called Kendra, both in their 60sish, and a bald man in his 30ish.

 

I'm not talking about my mother's cats, I'm talking about my child. What the fuck is wrong with these people? 

 

As for my car … did you all forget when and why I painted it? May 12, 2014. Mother's day. The first mother day after my baby was murdered. I painted my Volo on mother's day to divert my mind from killing myself. That's why I painted my car 9 years ago and you all know that, I've said as much hundreds of times.

Ty Mother and the Atwaters are refusing to acknowledge the baby because also refuse to acknowledge Etiole, a local homeless Jewish man who is the baby's father. 

My Mother and the Atwaters are so damned bigoted and religion crazed that all they’ve ever done is call Etiole a demon or an alien, since the first day they ever saw him: September 23, 1978.

It’s been almost 50fucking years that they’ve harassed him because of what he looks like and harassed me because I won’t let them beat him to death. 

They fully 100% believe he is not human and they run around slandering him every chance they can get and they’ve been doing it for 50 fucking years now. 

And THAT is the ONLY reason, they are doing what they are doing right now. 

 

They have NO RIGHT to be on my land. They are fucking trespassing.

Because they are so damned brainwashed by their fucking religions, that they can’t stop believing anyone who is physically deformed MUST be a Demon.

 

And they’ve spent the last 9 years daily hounding me and whooping and cheering joyous celebration over “killing the demon” as they refer to my baby.

 

In you hadn’t watched the local news - January 2022 - there was a massive FBI raid on Main Street and Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine. 8 of the men who have been roaming Southern Maine beating up pregnant women with golf clubs, were arrested and are now in jail where they belong, soon to be moved to federal prison.

And THAT is what has got the Atwaters in a frenzy now, digging up my land in Old Orchard Beach. They are desperately trying to find my dead baby’s unmarked grave, because they know his gold club shattered skull is very damning evidence for them, now that the FBI made a move and started arresting a bunch of their thugs.

 

And those arrested that just happened, they happened because the FBI phone number was painted on my car and locals in Biddeford, came forward with witness testimony of the attacks.

 

What my mother and the Atwaters are doing is cruel and evil and hateful, and I’m sick of it.

They don’t care about or my life, and my baby or his life. As can be seen by the fact of how he died.

The FBI is still trying to ID the bond Claire woman and the redhaired Kendra woman. They caught the bald man with the 4 door white pick up truck, we now know who he is - the son of the Old Orchard Beach police dispatch woman, the woman who would never let any 911 calls begging for help while these attacks were happening, go through.

Don't be surprised if you see the signs - all 144 of them - go back up in my driveway. Because I'm fucking sick of being harassed, and the agreement to keep the signs down, specified that EVERYONE in Old Orchard Beach - ALL RESIDENTS would NEVER HARASS ME again. You people have broken your agreement. I'm painting new signs as we speak.

EVERYONE - includes real estate agents, developers, contractors, construction workers, and any Atwater bitch who thinks they have the right to daily show up at my Biddeford apartment to say: "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a downpayment on a house, she is going to sell her land and give me the money or else!"

Burn in hell you fucking bitch, and take all your fucking Atwater shitheads with you.

There are more then 500 graves on my farm - more than half of them Native American, some of them buried as far back as the 1400s. I WILL NOT let you touch those graves. I take my job as the guardian of these graves VERY SERIOUSLY. And you WILL have an all out war on your hands if you dare touch them.

Now she's threatening to dig up the graves on my land.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby died, but look at what she did when the cats died. Her priorities are fucked up.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby was murdered. But look at what she did when the murderers returned and killed the cats!

Look at what she is STILL doing about the fucking cats!

That's all she cares about. Those damned dead cats and her glut lust to have a mansion in KennebunkPort.

Her priorities are fucked up.

She doesn't give a damn about Human life.

And you know what's worse, the FBI thinks she, her sister Barbara, her brother Bruce, and their friends Claire and Kendra, where the people wearing the fake KuKluxKlan robes and hoods on November 14, 2013, when they used golf clubs to beat my baby to death and break my spine leaving me crippled for the rest of my life. 

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

And what the hell is with people mixing up me and my mother? 

I'm NOT the one hell bent on a house. I have been willfully homeless for decades I have no desire for the confines of a house. The one running around yapping hysterics about a house IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about cats. The one running around yapping hysterics about cats IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Todd, I don't even know who Todd is! I don't know any one named Todd! The one running around yapping hysterics about Todd IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Mark and Dan and Watson, I don't even know who Mark and Dan and Watson are! I don't know anyone named Mark or Watson and the only Dan I know is my cousin and it's clearly not him she's talking about. The one running around yapping hysterics about Mark and Dan and Watson IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one putting curses on people. I don't believe in curses. The one running around yapping hysterics about curses and claiming she's casting death spells on people IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about demons. I don't believe in demons. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole a demons. I don't believe in demons. Etiole is a local homeless man and Etiole isn't even his name, I don't use his real name online to protect his identity. I'm not the one who calls him Etiole either. Etiole is the name the Atwaters call him. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. I don't believe in aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. The one running around yapping hysterics about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole an alien. I don't believe in aliens and besides that, Etiole is a local homeless man. The one running around yapping hysterics and calling Etiole an alien IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses. Voodoo has nothing to do with Voodoo dolls and curses. Voodoo dolls and curses are mumbo-jumbo made up by Hollywood movies and have nothing to do with the Voodoo religion at all. Voodoo is a branch of the Catholic Church. Look it up. Voodoo is a Christian religion. A Voodoo Priest is a type of Catholic Monk. A Voodoo Priestess is a type of Catholic Nun. Voodoo does not cast curses or use voodoo dolls. The one running around yapping hysterics about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

Open your eyes people. Me and my mother don't look that much alike. You should be able to tell the difference between me and her.

Stop showing up in my yard to to attack me because of some fucking shit you argued with my mother about.

If you've got a problem with my mother, take it up with her not me.

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot, by a local lunatic.

No, he's not okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

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

If you are having problems with my mother, tell FBI agent Andy Drewer about it not me. Have information, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the murder of my baby, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about any of the attacks on my family, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the people who shot Etiole, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you have information about anything, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 and give it to him, not me.

https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html





UPDATE March 8, 2022

One sign is back up. 

How many more go up, is dependent upon YOU.

From now on, every time one of you Old Orchard Beach, Pine Point, or Biddeford shitheads decides to harass me, I'm going to put up another sign.

If you want no more, then you better make dammed sure you keep your friends and family and neighbors out of my yard and out of my life. I'm not selling my land, and I'll not let you dig up those graves.

Burn in hell.

No means no.

And I'm tired of saying no.

Just like rapist, you refuse to take no for an answer.

No. I'm not selling my land and giving you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

I've said no to you every single week since August 2021. And your current threats to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land, is why the signs are going back up.

I'm tired of you bullying me.

I'm tired of your threats.

I'm tired of your gaslighting.

I'm tired of your lies.

You keep saying "After all I've done for you!" What have you done for me? When I was 8 years old you locked me in a racoon trap and left me there for 27 years, only letting me out on Sundays so you could parade me around in the Cape Elizabeth and Saco Ward Mormon churches to pedophile priests who paid you so they could rape me. That's why you never had a job until 5 years ago, because you made plenty selling your pre-teen daughter for sex to dirty old men.

You drove a foundation nail through my hip when I was 6 years old.

From the tie I was 14 until I was 42 years old I was near mute, because you broke my jaw with a brick. I was 42 when I had surgery to rebuild my jaw, that's why I can talk today.

You never allowed me or my bothers to go to school or doctors.

YOU took a sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Hornet, my Olds station wagon, and you took a chain saw to my 1964 Dodge 330 the worlds most haunted car, the real Christine. YOU did that.

Since 1978 you have harassed me and me boyfriend, the one you call Etiole, because YOU believe he's a demon because of his skin deformities. You and your sister and your brothers contacted MUFON and told them lies about me and Etiole both. You called him the amphibious alien and claimed he had abducted me. Your alien abduction hoax, almost got him killed in 1997 and again in 2007 when ufo crazies arrived in my yard calling him an EBE and trying to shoot him "for science". An elderly man, a French, Jewish Nazis concentration camp survivor who lives in the forest because his PTSD and fear of people is so bad. A man who is scarred with acid burns from being tortured in WW2 and is neither a demon nor an alien and who deeply traumatized by YOUR endless harassment.

It was YOUR friends who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 because YOU paid them $600 to do so. Because you thought without a house I would sell my land. But I wasn't the one living in that house. My dad lived there. All you did was put him in a Biddeford apartment. I was already living in the tent since May 9, 2006, and I had the Biddeford apartment since February 13, 2007. 

It was YOUR friends who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, while I was 8 months pregnant with Etiole's baby. That they murdered, on YOUR orders, because as YOU put it "It's RoseMary's Baby" while you gibbered about some horror movie about demon babies.

That was YOUR own grandchild that YOU hired those people to kill.

April 10, 2015, YOU broke into my motorhome, put YOUR 13 cats in it, them then brought YOUR friends to attack my family.

We now know the owner of the 4-door white truck, was YOUR visiting teach, Kathy, the driver who tried to kill me, was her son, and the reason the 911 calls didn't go through during each attack, was because she was the 911 dispatcher and her son, driving her 4door white pick up truck, only attacked me she was on duty. They were YOUR friends from the Saco Ward church, YOUR church, attacking YOUR daughter on YOUR orders.

Since August 2021, you arrive at my apartment 3 times a week, to tell me I need to put curses on people at your workplace, citing that I have to, because you're my mother and I'm demon possessed and I should be putting my demons to good use by helping you kill three people you don't like at work.

I'm sick of you calling me demon possessed.

I'm sick of you demanding curses.

You have a severe mental problem and you need psychiatric help.

I'm sick of you spreading slanderous lies about me telling every one around town I cast curses and death spells, when I've never done either.

November 19, 2021, YOU friend Todd commit suicide and YOU told YOUR friends, that me and Etiole used suicide demons to drive him in front of a train.

YOUR friend Todd, who I did NOT know and had never heard of until 6 of YOUR friends showed up at Rotary Park November 21, 2021 to gun down Etiole while screaming that they were "killing the suicide demon", while we were walking my dog.

Something YOU now brag that YOU tricked YOUR friends into do, because you needed to get Etiole off my land in order to convince me to sell it and give YOU the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk.

Christmas Eve 2021, you arrived at MY apartment in Biddeford, STOLE my father's psychiatric medicine, medicine he needs to keep him NOT violent, because he has extremely violent schizophrenia and one hell of a criminal record that requires him to never be in the same room with a gun, let alone never have one. He was committed to a mental ward in 2007, and they ONLY let him out because he came to Biddeford to live with ME in MY apartment, and I was monitoring his meds.

After YOU stole his medicine, you took him with you daily to Kennebunk, to a mansion by Bush's house, to daily tell him, you would give him that house if he forced me to sell my land and give you the money from my land to buy that Kennebunk house.

Tell, me, what of THOSE things, is YOU doing anything FOR me?

No, means, no.

I'm done saying NO to you.

You are nothing but a land rapist.

Just like a rapist you refuse to accept No for an answer.

Every week since August 2021, I've said no to you.

No, I will not sell my land and hand you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

No, means no.

And no, I'm not happy with the fact that because I won't sell my land and give you the money, you are now threatening to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land.

No, I'm not happy with you saying "You don't need the land, you don't use it, I need a house in Kennebunk, you ought to want to sell your land and give me the money!"

Yes, I do use my land.

Yes, I did see the car YOU dumped behind my motorhome. You have till the end of summer to get it off my land or the police are taking it.

What I do with my land is none of your damned business.

And for your information, my land is where I write my novels. I sit on the hill, and I write every day, all summer long. The only reason I didn't in 2021 is because I had Covid for 3 months.

No, telling me that my grandmother's evil spirit is haunting my land. also does not inspire me to want to sell it.

YOU are an evil, hate fill, mean, cruel, sadistic, child abusing, vindictive sociopath.

Get psychiatric help.

You need it.

What you are doing is wrong and you know it. You won't be so upset about what is painted on my car, if you didn't know it.

You can't hide from the truth forever. 

You can't hide your sins, your crimes, your cruelties forever.

Good things will never come to you, until you stop doing evil things to those around you.


Don't forget, my camera runs 24/7 and it's a simple matter of my uploading the video footage of you doing and saying things thing. Plus a lot of it, you said and did while I was livestreaming so people online have already seen and heard you say and do these things.

Yes, I even have video footage of the 4 bicycle brats who chased the homeless man into the train November 2021.

EVERYTHING, I have said here I have video footage of. That is WHY the FBI have been able to arrest so many people these past few months, in Biddeford.

Cutting the wires off our house November 2021 - you did on a livestream. People saw you do it WHILE you were doing it. 

All 2 of the FedEx workers you demanded death curses for - you did on a livestream.

Stealing my dad's meds - you did on a livestream.

Saying "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a house" - you did on a livestream.

Threatening to dig up the graves on my land - you did on a livestream.

All that n-word stuff you said about the black men at your workplace - you did on a livestream.

People been seeing and hearing you live. They've already seen and heard a lot.

How do you plan to explain away all the hundreds of hours of video footage I have of you breaking into my bedroom during a live stream to threaten me, my family, my land?












To the people who asked about weird emails that you claim you got from someone claiming to be me, here are a few things to consider:

#1: I DO NOT use email and I NEVER have. if you get a letter from me it is going to be written in ink on paper, and in a stamped envelope the mail truck delivered to your mailbox at the end of your driveway. Since 1997 my aunt Barbara has been sending emails out to people CLAIMING they were from me, so in all likelihood whatever you got was actually from her. Her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater did the same thing throughout the early 2000s. And 57 of their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren have done it at well. No, I’m not special. They do this to THOUSANDS of people. They run a medical scam and pretend to be LOTS of big name famous authors, hoping you’ll click whatever link they put in the email, because the link is going to open a .exe phishing program to steal your credit card data and medical records. The FBI is currently investigating their medical fraud, email fraud, scam operation, so if you ARE getting emails claiming to be from me, PLEASE print up the email ad take it to the FBI office on Middle Street in Portland, Maine. FBI Agent Andy Drewer is in charge of not only the investigation of the 2015 murder of my family, but he is also in charge of the email impersonation fraud, and the stalker doing the email fraud.

#2: As you have stated, the topic of the emails is Etiole... do know that I have NEVER talked about Etiole, with ANYONE, online or offline. Unlike my mother, and her sister, my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, I happen to respect people’s privacy. As I have said before: Etiole is a Jewish, French, Nazi concentration camp refugee who came to Maine in 1953 with a boatload of about 300 other concentration camp survivors. He is covered with acid burns, so his skin looks ghastly white and horrifically disfigured, which is why he lives in the swamps around the Saco River. he is now in his 90s and is still as homeless as he was in the 1950s. He has severe posttraumatic stress disorder, can not speak/is mute, does not have the mental capacity to function in normal society on any level what so ever, and me and a few others have been taking care of him, giving him food and clothing and supplies and medical attention since 1978. There is nothing else you need to know. You do not need to know where he is or how to find him. If you want to see him, go to y livestream/video archive and watch the VOD where I visited him on livestream so you could see what he looked liked and how crippling his metal condition really is.

#3: I feel I shouldn’t have to say this, but apparently I do NEED to say this: Etiole is NOT an alien, nor is he a demon. The article Amphibious Aliens is free to read online. It goes over all the details of both the alien rumours and the demon rumours and debunks them all, while proving all the proof, including medical records and documentation of the people behind the rumour.

#4: The ONLY person who ever claimed I was abducted by aliens was my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, who was the leader of the Mane division of Heaven’s Gate for over 40 years. Heaven’s Gate if you do not know, was the UFO suicide cult who murdered 39 people with poisoned Kool-Aid in California in 1997, because Comet HaleBop flew over that night.

#5: I found out about my so-called alien abduction in 2007, when a MUFON tour group showed up in my yard asking to interview me. They carried with them more than a dozen books by various UFO/alien experts and over 100 newspaper articles, all featuring interviews with my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, interviews all from the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, all of them telling of how I was supposedly a demon possessed child, whose best friend was an alien named Etiole. It was 2007, and it was the first time I had ever heard the term “alien abduction” I didn’t even know what it was. The MUFON group - a group of 30,000 people - standing in my driveway 2007 all wanted to interview me as they pointed out NONE of the 30+ years of several hundred interviews with my aunts and uncles, not ONE of the interviews was WITH ME. This was the source of the April 2007 article titled Amphibious Aliens, where I shocked the MUFON world with the revelation that I was NOT an alien abductee, nor had I ever claimed to be one. It also infuriated me to find out that my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater had been running around telling people about Etiole, as I had never told ANYONE - NOT EVEN THEM - about Etiole. It turns out my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater go their alien and demon stories about Etiole from my mother and THIS is WHY I disowned my mother, shun her, and have had nothing to do with her, or her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, since 2007. The slanderous alien and demon, gossip, rumours, and lies my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater spread about me and Etiole are deplorable and I HATE my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, and I hope they burn in hell for the alien and demon shit they pulled on me and my homeless boyfriend.

#6: That same Amphibious Aliens article ALSO debunks the stupid ass haunted car rumours. My 1964 Dodge 330 is NOT haunted and we fucking proved that. And AGAIN, the haunted car rumour, is sourced to my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater. That car ran over my aunt Barbara when she was 2 years old. At the time, the car belonged to Dr. Larochelle of Ocean Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My than 2-year-old aunt Barbara almost died and her older brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, came up with a haunted car/demon possession hoax to scam that elderly doctor out of $20,000, which my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater spent on a 3 year trip to Hawaii in 1973. The Atwaters scammed and terrorized the doctor so badly, that he sold the car to me in 1975 for $5 because he was convinced it was attacking people. The car became famous in 1983 when my then neighbour Stephen King used the demon possession story of my car as the basis for his book Christine. He named the car Christine because Christine is my real name and I owned the actual car. Stephen King returned 10 years later in 1994 to film the Thinner movie in my yard, because I’m the real world “Gypsy Witch” (priestess) that he based his fictional Gypsy Witch in Thinner off of. The movies Christine and Thinner are what in turn made ME famous, and started locals accusing me of being a witch with a demon car.

And as for the fucking Thinner movie - those bastards were trespassers. They just showed up unannounced, barged in, set up filming, without permits or licenses or contracts or permission or even telling us ahead of time that they were coming. No one in Stephen King’s crew acted legally, we are not in that movie willingly, they were not on our farm legally, no one ever received a penny for any of it, and to make things worse, Steven King had no right or permission to go o late night television and tell people my home address and tel his fucking fans to “go visit the Thinner Gypsies of Saco Maine”. They had no right to be on my farm, they had no right to be filming my family. They just dropped in one day. We had no clue who they were or why they were there and it took us fucking 5 hours to chase those trespassing bastards and their film crew off our farm.

In short: I don’t use email, so you NEVER got an email from me. I’m not a witch. My car isn’t haunted. Etiole is not a demon. Etiole is also not an alien. And I was never abducted by aliens.

Also, I don’t know what you are talking about with the house stuff. I’m NOT trying to build a house, I’ve NEVER tried to build a house, I have never applied for a house permit, I’ve never been denied for a house permit because I’ve never even tried to get one. You clearly have me mixed up with someone else.

I’m at 146 Portland Ave. I have 2 neighbours who are building a house: 144 Portland Ave next door to me and 139 Portland Ave across the street from me. I think you mean one of them. My neighbour at 144, has been trying to build a house for 17 years and the town hall has been giving them the runaround. I think SHE at 144 Portland Ave is the one you mean, not me at 146. You seem to have us mixed up somehow.

SHE at 144 is the one putting in a septic system, not me at 146. I’m the one with the pink motorhome and the 35-year-old black Volvo. she’s the one with the brand new big black car and the log cabin house.

You have seriously mixed the two of us up big time.

Understandable considering it was HER family at 144 fighting with the Cyr Clan over a septic tank in 2014, and the Cyr Clan hired a hitman who accidentally murdered MY children, ten of them and nailed their heads to my motorhome door, at 146 than the white-haired man with the green pick-up truck has spent the last 7 years TELLING YOU via running up the street knocking on doors, tell you that it was EelKat trying to build a house, ONLY telling you that to try to cover his ass for mixing up my children at 146 when it was my neighbours children at 144 that was the ACTUAL target.

This is not speculation, the FBI have 100% positive proof that she and her children, not me and my children were the intended target because her family was having a fight with some Connecticut based heroin drug gang that calls itself the Cyr Clan over the septic tank. The hit men the Cyr Clan hire got the wrong house when they murdered my family. And now the Cyr Clan’s trying to convince you that I was the one building a house. I have no interest in a house. Why would I? I’m a Gypsy, I’ve never lived in a house. I’ve always lived in cars and tents my whole life. I have no interest in a house on any level whatsoever. I don’t NEED one, I never have. And you local people should know that. When my health is bad, I rent apartments in Biddeford. I’ve done this for 50 years now. You know that. You ALL know that. I’ve owned 146 Portland Ave since 1975. You people know me. Why are you pretending you don’t?

I’m the feral child who lived in a cage in a woodshed from the time I was 8 until I was 31. Did you all forget that? Etiole was the local homeless man who used to break into the woodshed and break the lock off the cage and take me out into the swamp to hide me from my bastard uncles. Did you forget that too? The ONLY reason any of you spread your fucking rumours and lies about me and Etiole, calling me a witch and Etiole a demon or alien, and spreading lies about me building houses, is because my Uncle Bruce and his Heaven’s Gate friends, told you those lies.

Did you forget what Heaven’s Gate is, what they fucking did? They are an UFO Alien Cult, who murdered 39 people with poisoned koolaid, because they comet Hale Bop was God’s fucking mother ship. They see fucking aliens EVERYWHERE. In everything. And THEY are the ones who started the stupid ass rumour of Etiole being an alien.

Look at the SOURCE of the alien abduction rumour. My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater. One of George Applewhite’s thugs. George Applewhite, a follower of Jim Jones, that’s WHY they killed everyone with kool-aid, because they were fans of Jim Jones, and they wanted to jump onboard God’s mothership like Jonestown did! Did you forget that? THAT fucking lunatic, a fan of Jim Jones, who worked for George Applewhite, called Etiole an alien, because Bruce CALLED EVERYONE aliens.

Bruce locked me in a cage, and Etiole broke me out of it and hide me in the swamps, and THAT is what Bruce called an alien abduction. But Etiole is no alien. He’s just a local homeless man. Etiole’s not even his name. I don’t tell anyone his name to protect him from you fucking jackasses who are too stupid to believe he’s just a normal man. My uncle Buce is a fucking lunatic who spends 24 hours a day gibbering madness and nonsense about aliens and demons.

As for the garbage that keeps being dumped on my land… you have all SEEN the big green dump truck with the black and silver striped nose, that illegally trespasses on my land and dumps that fucking garbage.

Open your eyes and look around. You can SEE the truth. The house being built is at 144 Portland Ave NOT 146. You can SEE that, now that the house is up.

Like I’ve been saying right along, it is NOT me building a house. It NEVER has been. I don’t know why you let that idiot try to gaslight you with lies about me building a house, when you can SEE the house is NOT going up on MY land. It’s going up on my NEIGHBOUR’S land.

I know you people are NOT THAT stupid. The white-haired man with the green pickup truck is LYING to you, and you can SEE that for yourselves, just by looking at WHICH property the house is being built on.

Look around... does it LOOK like there is a house being built at 146 Portland Ave where the pink motorhome is? Use your brain and open your eyes. See the truth. The truth will set you free.

Now look next door to 144, you CAN SEE that THEY NOT ME are the one building a house, now that it’s almost finished.

I’d say the white-haired man in the green pickup truck has a lot of explaining to do, like explaining WHY h’s hell bent on trying to convince the town I’m the one putting up a house, when I’ve never even applied for a building permit. Building permits are public record. Go look at the town hall for yourself.

Also, please explain to me HOW the white-haired man with the green pick truck has such very detailed info about the murder of my family, when the records are sealed, not public access, and about 90% of the details were withheld from the public and are know ONLY to myself, the murderer, the police, and FBI? There is ZERO public access to the stuff h is saying happened on April 10, 2015... you know that, right? So HOW did he get the info he has? Explain THAT.

please report any future such emails you receive to FBI agent Andy Drewer 207-774-9322

>>>I’m just more cowardly than they are and I’m afraid of the truth and criticism. In your opinion, what makes someone mean?

When I think of mean, I think of my uncles. 3 in particular. My mother had 12 older brothers and 3 of them all claimed to be “king” (we are Gypsies, Gypsy Kings are a thing). And they fought over it badly. They ended up jointly ruling over the clan, each competing with each other to out-king the other, each doing progressively meaner things to the clan members, especially the female children.

Things they did, just to me, included:

When I was 4 Uncle Bruce stabbed me with a foundation nail - an iron rod over 2 feet long - he drove into my hip, through my pelvis and out my other thigh. I have been crippled and walked with a cane since I was a toddler, because of it. His reason? I was unable to memorize the entirety of chapter 1 of the book of Genesis.

When I was 8 years old, same uncle locked me in a cage that was made for trapping raccoons. He gave me 1 salted herring fish to eat once every 12 days. He let me out only on Sundays to go to church. I lived in that cage for 27 years, until the Heaven’s Gate FBI raid shut down Heaven’s Gate in 1997, after they killed 39 people with Kool-aid. Yes, I am THAT EelKat, the child who lived in a cage, the feral child you see pictures of in almost every college Psychology book. I am the child who survived Heaven’s Gate because I was locked in a cage in a woodshed when they drank their kool aid under the shadow of comet HaleBop. I was 31 years old when the FBI raid rescued me from that cage.

When I was 14 years old, because I was unable to recite from memory the entire book, all chapters of Ecclesiastes, that same uncle beat me in the face with a cinder block brick, breaking my jaw, and cause me to be “mute” until had surgery to fix my jaw when I was 42 years old. From the time I was 14 until 42, I was unable to speak due to the damage of my jaw.

In those 27 years from age 8 to age 31, I was let out of the cage every Sunday to be taken to church and sold or $12k to the priests, who raped me repeatedly, weekly, for 27 years.

While my uncle helped Applewhite to run Heaven’s Gate, he fled the night of Hale Bop. He did not kill himself with everyone else.

Social workers took me after the FBI raid. It took them years to teach me how to not be terrified by the sight of Humans. They say I suffer from having no outward sign of emotions, and that it was caused by my never having experienced a single good event in my early life.

At the time of the FBI raid at 144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, I was one of more than 120 girls the FBI rescued out of cages. All of whom had been raped hundreds of times by priests from Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford wards of the LDS/Mormon church. Including 16 bishops, an OOB town manager, and several OOB motel owners, all of whom were in the habit of paying $12k to rape girls under the age of 10 years old.

The man with the green truck, who likes to spread rumours about me and Etiole and my house, was one of Bruce’s top customers. He had a thing for numbers and raped 7-year-olds, 14-year-olds, and 21-year-olds because he was obsessed with doing everything in 7s.

After years of social workers teaching me how to live with normal, not abusive Humans. I was 37 when I got my GED and while I was at the high school doing that, those uncles built a grease fryer bomb burned my house down to punish me for getting a GED.

2 years later, while I was in college taking classes to learn grammar and writing, three of them, that same uncle and 2 women I had never seen before, arrived at the college armed with golf clubs and attacked me when I was coming out of the college. I was 8 months pregnant at the time. They killed my baby, broke my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, broke my knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of the wheelchair and relearn to walk, and to this day I am still crippled.

That’s the price I paid to learn how to read and write, in a culture that believes it is okay to execute women who commit the sin of learning how to write.

August 8, 2013, that same uncle paid a local construction worker $600 to drive a backhoe over my house.

April 10, 2015, that same uncle and a group of 74 members of the new reorganized Heaven’s Gate, attacked my farm. 14 men held me down with guns to my head, while the others used hand band saws to kill and behead 10 of my 12 children and then nailed their heads to my door.

And it’s very easy to Google the news reports and photos of all of it.

That is what I think of when I hear the word “mean”. My uncle Bruce was a very mean person.

My uncle Bruce Mervin Atwater is a monster. And he calls EVERYONE an alien abductee or a demon. Did you fucking forget that?

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot by a local lunatic.

No, he’s not okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is wrong with you people?

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

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

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

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

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

Etiole is NOT an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

I am not a witch.

None of my cars are haunted.

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

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I’m sick of you calling Etiole a demon.

I’m sick of you calling Etiole an alien.

I’m sick of you calling me a witch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Etiole has scars, so you’re scared of him

I’m different.

Etiole’s different.

My cars are different.

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

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

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

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

Grow the fuck up!



Necromancy: Fact Vs Fiction;
Or How Can You Be A Necromancer In Real Life?

What a Necromancer is and what a Necromancer is not.
A look at real live Necromancy
and how it compares to fictional Necromancers.

Monday, April 6, 2015


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I have an interesting question here, which inspired me to write about the topic of Necromancy today.

I am a Hoodoo Rootworker & Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsan Fey Marjia Loa to Damballa Weddo. This means of course that amoung other things, I practice Necromancy. This also means that I get a lot of strange emails from a lot of strange people...including the one I received today. 

A reader said:

"Where do you get off calling yourself a Necromancer? I know you are not a Necromancer because Necromancy is the art of bringing the dead back to life and that's impossible. Once you're dead, you're dead. No coming back. You do realise that if we actually had the ability to raise people from the dead, everyone would be doing it? We would all have our loved ones back, the world would be way overpopulated and yeah, it's not going to happen. I don't know what fantasy books you enjoy reading, but remember it's just a book. Do you actually believe in what you are saying? you are very crazy! There is no possible way to summon the deceased in any way, shape or form. When you are dead, you are dead. Necromancy is a myth. If the dead could be summoned at will, no one would worry about dying."

Ah. Now see, you are someone who has not got access to a dictionary. Nor have you got your head screwed on right. You are being bigoted, irrational, hysterical, judgmental, and are jumping needlessly to false conclusions, and over all, simply making a fool of yourself, while proving you can't tell the difference between your ass and a hole in the ground. Tip: go to the store and buy yourself a dictionary before you send me another message. Okay? 

I'm sorry to have to say this, but, you my dear, are an idiot, if you think Necromancy has anything to do with resurrecting corpses. You clearly don't know the difference between fact and fiction, and therefor you falsely assume that I don't either. Judge not, lest ye be judged. 

Never assume, for it makes an ASS out of U and ME.

You THINK you know what a Necromancer is and thus you spew your angry, bigoted, judgmental hatred and false accusations, based entirely on your false information. I'm sorry, Honeybuns, but you obviously haven't got a clue what a Necromancer is. Necromancy has absolutely nothing to do with raising the dead, that would be Alchemy. Alchemy is the art of transferring an object from one form to another form. Usually Alchemy is thought of turning lead into gold, but turning a dead corpse into a living body is another aspect of Alchemy. 

The confusion between Necromancy and Alchemy is usually caused by RPG games and Fantasy novels, written by people, who did not do their research. The problem is then compounded when, gamers and readers who likewise did not consult a dictionary, falsely assume that the authors of the D&D books and other games and novels based off said books, actually knew what they were talking about. 

Authors do have the responsibility of knowing the meanings of the words they use, word being their career, however, that is sadly not the case, and often a word which means one thing, becomes confused with another thing because and author was careless. Words such as Gypsy, Voodoo, and here Necromancy mean one thing in popular slang culture and something else entirely in both the dictionary and actual practice. 

Dungeons and Dragons is largely the culprit when it comes to describing Necromancers incorrectly. Many gamers, readers, and authors use the D&D books as reference points and assume that how a Necromancer is describing in D&D is correct and accurate. (If you want to see how seriously messed up some of the descriptions in D&D are, check out what the Monster Manual has to say about Gorgons vs Medusans.)

In D&D a Necromancer is described as an evil wizard who robs grave, resembles corpses, and uses said corpses to create armies of zombies, vampires, ghouls, etc. Do note the part where I said: in D&D, meaning within the FICTIONAL UNIVERSE of the Dungeons and Dragons fantasy realms, this is what the word Necromancer means, BUT this meaning ONLY applies within the D&D gaming world and does not apply to the real life meaning and usage of the word.

Many Fantasy authors then use D&D as a reference tool, incorrectly use this error in their novel writing, and then readers incorrectly come to the false conclusion that Necromancy is the art of raising the dead. 

No. 

ONLY in fiction, does Necromancy = raising the dead.

In real life practice, Alchemy is the art of raising the dead. 

Definition: Necromancy is the act of conjuring the dead for divination. The word necromancy derives from the Greek (nekrós), "dead", and (manteía), "divination". 

In real life practice, Necromancy is the art of COMMUNICATING with the dead and petitioning spirits of the dead to help you in various activities.

The stories of what we Necromancers can do are wildly exaggerated.

I am constantly having to explain the art to people who are too lazy to pick up a dictionary. What is it a Necromancer does is probably not what most people think we do. A Necromancer, by true definition, is one who communicates with the dead. Only this and nothing more. We talk with spirits.

In theory an Alchemist who is also a Necromancer, (called Cryonics via Cryogenicswith enough scientific skill, could raise the dead. To raise a single corpse, takes decades of study and practice before perfecting it. In spite of the rumours you will be hard pressed to find a Necromancer who has ever successfully reanimated a corpse. 

In ACTUAL Necromancy, a magic art that has been practiced for more than 7,000 years, the Necromancer communicates with spirits of the dead, ghosts, daemons, Di'jin, and Faeries, usually for divination purposes.

For example:

  • Having a seance to communicate with a dead loved one, is Necromancy.
  • Using a OuiJa board to ask questions of the spirits, is Necromancy.
  • Performing an exorcism to cast spirits out of haunted houses, is Necromancy.
  • Casting a spell that uses graveyard dirt (gopher powder), is Necromancy.
  • Casting ANY type of spell in a graveyard, tomb, crypt, or cemetery, is Necromancy.
  • Any spell, chant, ritual, or prayer requiring you to ask on the help of the ancestors (such as the loa, gede, your grandmother, a beloved pet, etc) is Necromancy.

In fact, many of the things thought of as "common practices" used by witches, are Necromancy. Necromancy simply means "to speak with spirits" ONLY this and nothing more.

Most people fear Necromancers and believe Necromancy is evil, simply because they do not know what Necromancy actually is and are confused by the differing definitions used in Fantasy Fiction vs Real Life Practice. 

Necromancers are not evil; they are just people, just like you. For some Necromancy is a hobby, for others it is a career, and then there are some who have no control over it. Natural born Necromancers are often use the "less scary" terms Psychic, Clairvoyant, Clairaudient, etc.

A Psychic is simply a TYPE of Necromancer. A Psychic is a Necromancer who contacts the spirits in order to gain information about future events.

Clairvoyant  is simply a TYPE of Necromancer. A Clairvoyant is a Necromancer who contacts the spirits  and receives messages in the form of visions. Clairvoyance is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via seeing them (seeing ghosts).

Clairaudient  is simply a TYPE of Necromancer. A Clairaudient is a Necromancer who contacts the spirits and receives messages in thought form. Clairaudience is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via hearing or listening for their voices.

Clairsentience is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via feeling or touching things that belonged to the dead person.

Clairalience is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via smelling or recognizing scents.

Claircognizance is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via knowing or receiving mental intuition from the dead person. It is the ability to know something without a physical explanation why you know it.

Clairgustance is the Necromantic art of receiving messages from the dead, via recognizing tastes (without having anything in your mouth). It is the ability to perceive the essence of a substance from the spiritual or ethereal realms through taste.

Because of the negative stigma (and violence, vandalism, and hate crimes towards Necromancers and their families) most who practice Necromancy, prefer to call themselves Mediums, Spiritualists, Psychics, or Clairvoyants.

Necromancers don't seem quite so scary (or glamourous) when you strip away the HUGELY inaccurate Hollywood media myths of resurrecting dead bodies and take a look at what they REALLY do, now do they?











Now, that question out of the way, I have a few other questions here, some asked to me quite some time ago, but I simply never got around to answering them, because 1) I get way more emails than I have time to read and it can be 1 year or more before I get around to reading yours, and 2) life is busy and hectic and I simply do not have time to answer every email I get. But, questions sent to me, do all get tossed into a folder where they are sorted by topic and wait for the day to come when I am discussing that topic for whatever reason, and eventually I do get around to answering them, sooner or later, and today's topic being Necromancy, I decided to sift through my folder and pull out some of those old unanswered Necromancy related questions fro way back whenever it is they got sent to me, so, here's some more Necromancy questions answered:

"What is the difference between a Magician, Necromancer, Sorcerer, Warlock, and a Enchanter? If I become a Necromancer does that mean I am also a Warlock? How do I know if I am a Necromancer or a Warlock?"

A Necromancer works with and/ or raises the spirits, energy, or essence of the dead usually for use in divination practices, as previously stated earlier in this article. Note that I said 'raises the SPIRITS of the dead' NOT resurrects the dead. You will know if you are a Necromancer or not because you will see and or hear dead people (ghosts). If you do not see or hear ghosts, you are not a Necromancer, simple as that.

Enchanter is another name for Hypnotist. An Enchanter is someone who "enchants" or hypnotises people.

A Magician is a member of the Brotherhood of the Order of the Magi. Many modern members of the Brotherhood of the Magi use their magic arts for stage performances (for example, David Copperfield.)

Sorcerer, Wizard, Witch, and Mage all mean "one who practices magic". Any of them can be either male or female. The titles are different only because they originate from different cultures.

A warlock is NOT a magic user, but rather a liar who is not to be trusted. The actual meaning of the word warlock is "oathbreaker" (modern translation: "One who tells a lie and breaks promises") and has nothing to do with witchcraft, magic, or anything remotely spiritual.

You CAN be both a warlock and a Necromancer, ONLY if you are a Necromancer who breaks oaths/ promises and tells lies.

A warlock is any man who has betrayed vows, contracts, and/ or oaths taken with/ to his family, country, business, employer, clan, church, coven, military, god/ gods, or anything else.

For example:

  • A man who vowed an oath to a woman (marriage vows during a wedding ceremony) but then later breaks those vows by committing adultery is a warlock. He has committed the sin of breaking a sacred vow to his wife.
  • A man who vowed an oath to a military (became a soldier) but then later breaks those vows by deserting during battle is a warlock. He has committed the sin of breaking a sacred vow to his country and superiors.
  • A man who vowed an oath to secrecy (signing a contract with his employer) but then later breaks those vows by selling company trade secrets to a competitor is a warlock. He has committed the sin of breaking a sacred vow to his company.
  • A man who vowed an oath to his church (becomes a priest and swears to a life of celibacy) but then later breaks those vows by by entering into a sexual relationship with a member of his congregation is a warlock. He has committed the sin of breaking a sacred vow to his God and church.

You begin to get the idea, yes? It has nothing to do with witchcraft or magic on any level at all. And outside of movies, RPG games, and Fantasy novels, it never has.

You can always tell a witch who is not a real witch and has no clue anything about real witchcraft, by the the titles they use to call themselves.

For example, there is a local man, here in Maine, who introduces himself to people "My name is ---, I'm a Warlock you know, and a Christian too." He is very proud of this. I found this quite puzzling, for being a warlock is nothing to be proud of. The title of warlock is one fraught with great shame, it means that you are a liar and a cheat, one not to be trusted, it is nothing to be proud of. 

He lives next door to my dad in Biddeford, and I asked him one day, after he said this yet again, what it is he thought a warlock actually was. His answer was: "I am a male witch and a Christian, I have been to the white room three times."

White room? Interesting term. Explains a lot, considering this man also claims to be a graduate of medical school, and yet, a few months ago he asked to read one of my Quaraun books and I told him there were no print copies of it, only ebooks available on Amazon Kindle, to which he said: "I ain't driving all the way to South America to by evil books! Why are you only selling your books down there?"

I explained that Amazon was a website and he went off on a rant, citing the evils of computers and there dark influences on the mind, saying that he would never allow one in the house.

He later proved that he had not gone to medical school, after my 5 months being bedridden and then walking with a cane. He stopped to ask, why I had the cane (which he refers to as "that evil thing"). I told him what had happened, I have Chronic Tendonitis, my muscles slip off the bones if I run, fall, lift more than 20lbs, ect. The cane is because I tripped and fell, and I caught myself and did not hit the ground, however, the slight movement was enough to rip the muscles off of my spine, hip, and knee, resulting in my being paralyzed for 5 months and then having to relearn to walk. (Thus way from November 2013 through August 2014, you say me not online and not releasing new books on a monthly basis as is normal for me. And it was during this time period when I was not online, that someone decided to hack my online accounts and did so for several months without my knowledge, seeing how I was paralyzed and unable to use the computer.)

In any case, he stopped and asked me what had happened, why had he not seen me in so long (normally I visit my dad every day) and why was I now on a cane, and I explained it to him and his response was: "Oh so your cartilage melted off the bones and disappeared, see I went to Medical School I told you I know all that stuff."

No. No, the cartilage did not melt off my bones. Chronic Tendonitis has absolutely nothing to do with cartilage. It means my tendons are no longer functioning properly and they rip apart if I make any type of sudden movement. My muscles and ligaments peel apart in layers and curl up under my skin and require physical therapy and surgery to put them back in place. And I have a muscle, tendon, or ligament slip off the bone about 5 times a year on average.

This is the same man, who upon learning that I owned a meditation garden named "Laughing Gnome Hollow" (named after the David Bowie song of the same name), he walked up to me and said "I used to be a Gnome you know." Really. Fascinating.

He also when finding out I was a Mormon, while holding a beer can in one hand, and two cigarettes in the other, said to me: "I'm a Mormon too!" Interestingly, I told him I was a Mormon, in answer to his question. The conversation was this:

I was getting out of my car, to visit my dad, and this guy walks over and says: "You're damn hot I want to fuck you."

I said: "I'm married."

He says: "So what, that don't matter."

I said: "I'm a Mormon."

He says: "I'm a Mormon too! And a warlock."

Ah. Yes, well that's rather obvious, I think as I watch this drunk, chimney stack, glorify adultery. Mormons do not drink or smoke or do drugs or sex outside of marriage. Mormons vow to give up drugs, drinking. smoking, meat, sex, and public schools, among other things, when they enter into their vows of becoming a Mormon. To be a pearl to swine, a dog returning to his vomit, by commit any of those sins once you have taken those sacred vows, yes, that does make you a warlock, because you have broken the oaths you made to the church.  

Here is a man, claiming to be a Mormon, while drinking, smoking both a tobacco cigarette and a weed cigarette at the same time, while trying to convince a married transvestite she should cheat on her husband of 28 years...and then he calls himself a warlock. Or, yes, yes, THAT THERE is in fact the TRUE and PROPER definition of a warlock.

This is why I asked him, what it is, he thought a warlock was, because, he is standing here very proudly proclaiming to be a breaker of his oaths to the LDS/ Mormon Church, which indicated him to be a typical ignorant know-nothing who had never read a dictionary and had no clue what warlock meant outside of Hollywood movies. 

So I ask him: "What do you think a warlock is?"

He says: "I am a male witch and a Christian, I have been to the white room three times."

I'm thinking "white room"?

Well, this crazy old drunk man, who looks and smells like he just rolled out of a gutter and hadn't bathed in decades, and claims to have graduated from medical school, should know what the term "white room" means if he did in fact graduate from medical school, and yet, I got the impression he meant something else so I asked him what this "white room" was.

He said: "I'm a prophet. I talk to Jesus. I died 3 times and Jesus took me to the white room and told me how to live my life..."

He kept talking, but he lost me at that point. Jesus taught him how to live his life? I suppose Jesus told him to drink beer and smoke pot and cigarettes too? Oh yes, and Jesus MUST have been the one who told him it was okay to make sexual advances to another mans wife. He didn't have much credibility with me to begin with, no one who drinks or smokes does, and his lies about medical school and being a Gnome sunk his credibility even lower, and now, he's trying to tell me he is a Mormon and he lives the life Jesus told him to live?

If he truly does talk to Jesus, that would in fact make him a Necromancer, because Jesus is dead and only a Necromancer would be able to talk to him or any other dead person, seeing how that's what a Necromancer does. He continued to yap for 2 long hours about all his trips to the white room and his conversations with Jesus and how Jesus ordained him and made him a prophet and that's why he has no need to attend church any more, blah, blah, blah...

As soon as he said "white room" THIS song starting dancing through my head:

If you're a long time reader of mine, you KNOW what song I'm gonna put here ;)

All I can say in response to this man's claim, is that life in Southern Maine, sure has been interesting ever since Pine Land Center lost it's funding and shut down and just let all the crazy people, who used to be straight jacketed in little white padded cells, loose in Biddeford.

Americans may see me as crazy, but fact is the nice young men in the little white coats did come to take me away Bishop Paul  Morgan of the Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Augusta , Maine Stake Center of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, armed with more then 200 handwritten double sided 64 page long letters written by Major Richard Merlin Atwater, contacted Pine Land Center, and then the following week a whole team of psychiatrists and body guards stormed into the church building one Sunday, oh that was a mess. No one had any clue what was going on.

And the Bishop is standing there screaming at the top of his lungs "There she is, she's demon possessed! Take the witch! There she is the one wearing the skulls" ... This is the 20th century and he's standing there screaming about demon possession and "get the witch out of our site, I command you in the name of the Heavenly Father!" I don't think the doctors liked being commanded what they should do and who they should take. It was plainly obvious that they were very pissed off by the way the Bishop was pushing them around and giving them orders.

Me? I was just sitting there. a little Autistic girl, only 14 years old. Sitting. Silent. As always. I don't talk, remember? I have Autism. I'm sitting, silently reading my Bible, totally oblivious to what is going on. I have Autism, I tend to get drawn into whatever I'm reading and neither see nor hear anything going on around me until someone (in this case the Bishop) grabs my arm and starts physically shaking me to shake me out of my "reading trance".

I didn't know who the men were at the time. They were all dressed in white and here we are sitting in a Mormon Sacrament meeting, nothing unusual there. Mormons love their whitity, white, whiteness, to the point that one of their commandments says "No non-White shall ever inherit the Kingdom" (The Prophet Brigham Young from The Discourses of Brigham Young.) One of the reasons the Bishop did not like me is that at the time, the Cape Elizabeth Ward had a decree that no one could wear any colour other then: white, navy blue, dark brown, or hunter green. (It was not an official ruling of Church Headquarters in Salt Lake City; it was one of the many, little "mini" rulings that this one particular Bishop had set in place for his congregation only - SIDE NOTE: The Church Headquarters in SLC strictly forbid Bishops from making their own rules and he lost his job of Bishop when they found out he was doing this.)

In that time period I was going through my Xavier Logan (Twighlight Manor Series: The Wild Years) phase and thus was often wearing neon day-glow eye-popping yellow bell bottom pant suits with fuschia godets and ruffles. It was a very Elvis look, only it wasn't a one-piece jumpsuit and it was yellow and pink instead of white and gold. (I did mention, I really love the clothes of the 1970s, didn't I?)

Well, the Bishop, was not in approval of the fact that "young people" were wearing very bright colored clothes. While I was melting away in my psychedelic colours, there were others in the youth group who were following after the British Punk Rockers of the time period, and wear dressed all in black and chains and spiky Billy Idol style hair.

The Bishop was of the opinion that all the youth of the congregation were going to Outer Darkness (Mormon word for Hell) and that it was his duty as "the right hand of God" to "chastise the few to save the many". This calling PineLand Center to the church building, during church services, was not the first time this Bishop had done something like this. It was just the first time that I was his target. Usually it was police officers coming in. This was the first time it was a team of doctors...who...I don't know what exactly he told them, to get them to come all the way down here (Pineland Center was in New Gloucester, a 4 hour drive)...but they came down in a hellfire fury all armed and ready to carry out some dangerous, criminally insane psychopath. 

No. All they found was a little, mute, Autistic child, with limited mobility, slow movement, who was blind in one eye from having been hit in the face with a tree branch at age 8, and was so "out of touch" with the world around her that she had not noticed the team of doctors storm into the building.

Needless to say, they were rather piissed when they got all the way down here and found out, there was no dangerous criminally insane psychopath trying to kill church members. (That's what they said they had been told, and why they came so urgently.)

The head administrator of PineLand Center took me aside and interviewed me, or attempted to, the Bishop had neglected to inform them that I had Autism and to talk to me requires you read my written words of response. They hadn't expected that. They also had not expected me to be only 14 years old. They thought they were coming in looking for some dangerous criminal who was murdering babies and sacrificing them to demons. (Because that is what RMA wrote in several of his letters to Bishop PM.)

The line of questioning went like this:

"Do you eat babies?"

No.

"Do you sacrifice dogs?"

No.

"Have you murdered any church members?"

No.

"Are you a witch?"

No.

"Do you have sex with dead bodies?"

No.

This Bishop, was the man who original branded me "The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach." Or rather, more specifically "That white trash sea witch from the Old Orchard Beach trailer park." He addressed me in that manner for 11 years, before his house got hit by lightning and burnt to the ground, and the following week he broke both arms and both legs in a skiing accident. He moved out of state after that, claiming that I had sent the lightning bolt after him and that it was my fault he went on the wrong trail and ran into a tree.

But when a church leader, addresses you by anything for 11 years, in a congregation of 750 members, 350 of which in active attendance every week, people in the congregation start to use the term as well, and soon, everyone in a five town radius, church members or not, start using it too. of the 64,000 people in the area, almost none of them knows my name, but nearly everyone of them, know I'm the Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach, thanks to this Bishop, who started calling e that when I was a child.

The head administrator of PineLand Center did inform me that wearing skulls was not legal in Maine, even if they weren't human. The bishop had told him I was wearing the skulls of dead babies, whom I had sacrificed. They were in fact snapping turtle skulls, A swamp borders our land an snapping turtles are constantly getting hit by cars, so I have access to a lot of turtle skulls, and I had a black velvet robe at that point, which had turtle skulls sewn all over it. The Bishop had told them that they were human baby skulls. Turtle skulls look nothing like human skulls I don't know how he mistook one for the other, but that is why I don't wear skulls in public any more, because Maine has laws saying you can't. I can still wear them on my own land during rituals, just not in public.

The head administrator of PineLand Center called the Bishop in to talk with him while I was in the room, and he asked the Bishop to explain himself and why he was wasting their time. Why had he lied to them about me? And why hadn't he informed them that I was both a child and had Autism? The Bishop responded with a rant on how there was no such thing as Autism, that Autism was merely what the evil satanic doctors told people to cover up the fact that I had a demon living in me. He ended his rant with: "She's evil! Look at the way she dresses! You can see she's evil! She's going to kill us all!" He then started flapping RMAs letters around and reading them out load saying: "This is her uncle, he knows her he knows what she's like, he's told me all about her, read this, look what he says she does!" 

Guess who they actually took away, ha, ha... it wasn't me. Ask me again how RMA made it ONTO THIS LIST.

oooh.. Let's laugh at Paul and Richard now...

I've had more than 30 psychiatrists interview me over the years, nearly always because I'm a Necromancer and a Gypsy Queen and a Voodoo Priestess and people often don't believe me, think I'm making it up and send for somebody to come talk to me. The psychiatrists do their interview thing, hours later they head off to look up my family, my home, etc, etc, and then they come back:

"OMG! You are the Queen of a Gypsy clan. You are ordained a Voodoo Priestess, you do practice Necromancy and real Necromancy isn't what it's said to be in movies. You're free to go."

I've never been in any mental institute or psych ward more then 4 hours, however, in every case, my accusers have been court ordered to receive several years of weekly psychiatric counselling for believing in such things as demon possession.

Think you want to be a Necromancer? You better be ready for the teams of psychiatrists, who often arrive with police and arrest warrants, to come and take you away a few times a year, to verify that you are not insane and are not killing people, sacrificing animals, eating babies, robbing graves, or having sex with corpses - all accusations which locals have gone to the police with. Once people find out you're a Necromancer, expect the police with search warrants and arrest warrants to be knocking at your door every few weeks, every time someone breaks a fingernail and blames it on you. 

Every few months someone calls the police and reports that "We have a Necromancer living down the street. She kills dogs and eats babies! She's robbing bodies from graves! Blah, blah, blah."

And then the police come over and tear everything apart, turn everything upside down and inside out, searching for body parts and evidence of blood sacrifices. I have to go through that a couple times a year at least. Once time (May 9, 2006) they came storming into the house, video camera in tow, took the wood stove, and dumped it out ashes and all in the middle of the floor, looking for burned bones.

April 10, 2015, people stormed in, dumped buckets of cat feces (buckets as in, it was more then three inches thick) on the floor, counters, tables, couch, chairs, walls, and windows, beat my black cats' heads in, and then, slapped me with animal cruelty charges, claiming that that the feces where there when they got there and that I had beaten my cats up for necromancy purposes.

So, you'll have to deal with frame-ups like that to.

Honey if you want to be a Necromancer, this is the type of stuff you're gonna have to live with. Because people are scared of Necromancers and they make up all sorts of wild, crazy ideas about who and what you are, and they run to the police with those ideas, and the police have to investigate every report, no matter how false it is... AND don't trust the police, because half the time there IS NO report. The police are required by law to give you a copy of the complaint: with the name of the complainer, and 9 times out of 10, the police are faced with having to admit there was no complaint, they were just acting under suspicion. (In other words they were bored and decide, "Hey let's go pick o that crazy woman again.")

This is the REALITY of life as a Necromancer. It's NOT glanourus. People WILL hate you. People will throw rocks at you. They will paintball your house. On October 18, 2006, someone built a grease fryer bomb and blew up my house, at 1AM, with me and my family asleep inside. My dad was in a coma for months. I'll never walk without a cane again, and it took plastic surgery to reconstruct my face.

Do you STILL think you want to be a Necromancer? Think very carefully, how you will be seen by the world and how the world will respond to you. I live up here in the hick, sticks of Maine. I'm told the locals are more wild, more superstitious, more violent, then people found in the lower 48. I wouldn't know, I've never been out of state. I don't know what non-Maine people are like. I can't judge by the tourists, because the tourists are too busy taking pictures and screaming: "OMG! IT'S STEPHEN KING'S GYPSIES! THEY'RE REAL! HONEY GRAB THE CAMERA!!!!"

Yes, Honey, please, grab the camera, whack him over the head with it and shut him up! We know we are Gypsies. Stop pissing your pants just because you met us.

Every time a tourist meets us, they act like they just saw Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. "They're real! They're real! OMG! Gypsies are Real! I thought they went extinct years ago!"

How the hell do you think w Gypsies went extinct? Tell me that? We are Humans you know. Even if you non-Gypsies don't treat us like Humans.

Oh, but then, now that that they've found Stephen King's Gypsies, now they want to to see the "old Gypsy witch" (me) made famous by Thinner. You do know I'm NOT in that movie right? Whoever it was in the movie, that was an actor, not me. And then it's "Cast a spell for us! Put a curse on someone! PLEEEEASE!" What am I? A trained monkey? I don't go around casting spells and curses all willy-nilly. Good God! The things some tourists request of me.

Life as a Necromancer: people will never let you live in peace. EVER.

Which brings me to a question I get asked over and over and over and over again:

"How do I become a necromancer in real life? Can you teach me how to do what you do?"

I suppose that depends largely on what you think a Necromancer is and what you want to do, coupled with WHY you want to be a Necromancer.

It's unlikely you actually want to be a Necromancer. real Necromancy is NOTHING like what you see in RPGs, books, and movies. It's not "cool" or "evil" or going to make you "powerful". Most people come to Necromancy expecting some cool, evil, glamorous stuff they will get to do, and then they find out that real Necromancy is far duller and less exciting than they were expecting. Most who attempt to learn Necromancy soon give up from disappointment. 

If you are looking to be cool and dress in black robes and prance around with plastic skulls, you can just leave because you're wasting my time. Go to a custom shop, get yourself some robes and skulls and then head out and find yourself a nice Goth Club to hang out at, because that's what you really want.

If you are looking to resurrect the dead, create zombies, vampires, wraiths, liches, chouls, or any other reanimated dead thing...uhm...yeah, you better just go back to your video games. That stuff ain't real.

If however you are looking to get a message to your dead grandmother or receive a message from her or seek the guidance of one of the loa or gede or wish to communicate with Faeries, well now that I can help you with.

Becoming a Necromancer actually isn't difficult, nor is it as dangerous as most "teachers" would have you assume. There are dangers of course, as there are with any magic arts practice, and Necromancy is perhaps more dangerous than some of the other forms of magic, but it's not all dark and spooky and scary and there are no blood sacrifices or eye of newt or jars of eyeballs or robbing graves or sex with corpses or any of those other things you see Necromancers doing in movies and D&D game sessions.

Unlike what some would have you believe there aren't any schools to teach you Necromantic arts. And you don't have to spend decades studying before you begin practice, or doing 101 days of circles or any of that other stuff. It's really not as complicated as all that. And remember, the sites that tell you those things, are just trying to use scare tactics to get you to send them all your money - they have something to sell (usually "classes" or "courses") and they have to make you think you are going to be "punished by the spirits" if you don't buy their courses and learn to do spell casting "properly". Honey there is no proper way to do magic. Magic is largely about improvisation and using whatever you have on hand. Necromancy is no different.

Me? I'm not trying to sell you anything. I have no classes or courses to offer, so no incentive for warnings to the tune of: "BEWARE! BEWARE! TURN BACK BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! Ooooooh! Scary, evil, darkness ahead! Ooooooh! You're going to lose your soul if you you don't do it right! Oooooh!"

*Ptff*

If you run into a site with a warning that Necromancy is evil, dark magic, or black magic and better do it right or else, it's that site you should be scared of, because no LEGITIMATE Necromancer is going to classify Necromancy as either dark or black. Only the scam artists and the tutti-fruitis are gonna be parading around with "Look at me, I'm doing dark magic! I'm a black mage! I'm cool because I'm evil!" Yeah, you're cool alright. Go soak your head and get out of here.

NEWSFLASH:

  • Necromancy is NOT evil.
  • Necromancy is NOT dark magic.
  • Necromancy is NOT black magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as dark magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as black magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as black mages.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as white magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as light magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as evil magic.
  • There is NO SUCH THING as good magic.
  • Magic has no color and no alignment.
  • Magic just is.
  • Anyone who tells you anything to the contrary is lying to you.

So, if you are going to learn to be a Necromancer, a REAL one, the first step is to dump all that black magic vs white magic, good magic vs evil magic fluffy bunny load of tutti-frutti crap out of your head, because you ain't gonna get anywhere with the spirits with that load of shit blocking up your energy flow.


Ah, but you want a warning don't you? Everyone does. I start telling people how to be a Necromancer and the first thing they do, every time, is interrupted me and say: "But aren't you gonna give me a warning? Aren't you gonna try to stop me? Aren't you gonna tell me this is evil and dangerous and there's no turning back?"

No. Why would I? But it doesn't matter how many times I say they don't need a warning, they still pester me asking for one. I don't know why, but, let's just get it over with so we can move on, here you go a warning:

Dark Arts Warning:

I am a Necromancer. I work with spirits of the dead, ancestor spirits, ghosts, Dark Fae (including Phookas, FarDarrigs, Kelpies, Unicorns, and Brackish Water Faeries) etc. All of my spells are cast with graveyard dirt and in a graveyard. 

Most magic practitioners call the magic arts I do "Dark" or "Black" magic. Some call it Chaos magic. If such things bother you, you may wish to avoid me, my site, and you will especially wish to not antagonize or annoy me as I think nothing of casting curses, vengeance spells, retribution spells, and mirror box death wangas. 

I specialize in gris-gris ("voodoo dolls") both "good" and "evil" types. I am NOT what people call a "white" witch who's scared to cast curses  antagonize me and I WILL cast one on you. I'm Maine's most famous and most feared "witch" or so I have been told...I'm not sure how the people doing the telling came to that conclusion. Personally I thinks it's all in their head (Same way I don't believe them when they talk about demons which I also don't believe in.)

Of course, I don't believe in "good" or "evil" magic, nor do I believe in "white" or "black" magic, or that there exists any such thing as "dark" arts. I believe things are only as good or as evil as you see them, and that if you are seeing magic as evil, then you need to do some Soul searching to find out why you are translating things as evil. If you see evil things all around you, it might be saying something about how you feel about yourself.

By their fruits Ye shall know them. If you see me as evil, that would be because evil exists in your own heart and you are reflecting your feelings towards yourself at me because you can't face the real you.

So, no I don't Believe in "dark" arts or "demons", but the law required me to put this warning here, to protect myself from the people who do believe in such things.

There you go. I even made it nice and black and bloody, just the way you expected it would be. Happy? Can we move on now? Yes? Good. Thank you.

Can we continue now, without the stupid, ignorant, stereotypical, evil,  black arts mumbo-jumbo clogging up your brain?

Oh but the heading was pink.

Yes, I know. I like pink.

But you are Necromancer.

Yes. And I wear pink rhinestoned robes while doing rituals. What of it?

But aren't Necromancers supposed to wear black?

No. Why should they?

Because that's how it's done in Dungeons and Dragons.

Honey, this ain't Dungeons and Dragons. This is the real world, and I don't like black. I only wore black for a brief period of time during my "Alice Cooper" phase. I believe I was 16 when I stopped.

I like pink. Most of my clothes are pink. Pink is a good colour. Pink speaks to me. Draws me in. Pink is good. See? Here is a picture of me in my ceremonial robes. This is what I look like while doing Necromantic rituals.

But you're smiling.

Yes. I do that. Often, in fact. What of it?

Necromancers don't smile.

We don't?

No!

Really? Why not?

Because Necromancers are evil!

Necromancers are evil?

Yes!

Really? But I thought you said you wanted to be one?

Yes. I do!

Are you telling me that you want to be evil?

Yes! I do!

I see.

  • *Twiddles thumbs. Looks up at ceiling. Rolls eyes. Thinks about how incredibly annoyed I am by this ignorant imbecile who is sitting in front of me wanting to become evil.*

So, you are only here because you are seduced by the idea of dart arts and black magic and desire to be evil and assume the evilest thing out there is Necromancy, thus you sought me out to request I teach you how to be a Necromancer?

Yes! That's it! Exactly!

You think I'm evil?

Of course you are! You're a Necromancer!

Yes. Well, Your lesson is over. Please show yourself to the door. You've wasted enough of my time.

But you haven't taught me anything yet.

No. And I'm not going to.

Why?

Because you don't have what it takes to be a Necromancer.

Yes I do. I've been studying all I can find on dark arts and black magic. I'm already a black mage. I know how to curse people. I'm so close to being evil already. I just need some help in getting started with Necromancey. There's so little information out thee o how to get started... 

No. I'm sorry, but you'll never be a Necromancer. You don't know what a Necromancer is. You don't want to be a Necromancer. You want to be evil. That's not the same thing.

You do not respect the dead. You are nothing but an ignorant, arrogant fool, looking to be powerful so you can show off to your friends. You do not have the right personality or mindset to take up Necromancy. A Necromancer must be humble and reverent and have a  deep respect for the spirits of the dead. You must not be proud or boastful nor must you be seeking power.

You will never be a Necromancer because do not seek knowledge or wisdom, you do not seek to make the world a better place, you do not seek to better yourself and the world around you, you only seek power and therefor you are not the right candidate for learning Necromancy.

When someone like you walks down the path of Necromancy, they try to capture the spirits and hold them as captive prisoners. They abuse their powers of communicating with the dead and seek to do harm. I will not help you on that path. Please leave. I don't want you around me. By calling me evil, you have deeply offended me and I don't ever want to see you again.

Evil is as evil does and I want no part of it.

Leave now, before I put a curse on you.


I have yet to teach anyone the art of Necromancy. Not one single person, and for exactly the reason stated above. I've had dozens of people come to me over the years, requesting I teach them to be a Necromancer and in every case the conversation goes just like that. They are all hyped up over becoming some big bad evil super villain and they haven't got a clue what REAL Necromancy is or what a REAL Necromancer does. It's incredibly annoying how ignorant they are. They always claim that they have studied and researched...what have they studied? what have they researched? Not the Keys of Solomon. Not the writings of John Dee or Edward Kelly. Not the Book of Enoch. Not the Apocrypha. That's plain and obvious. I mean if you want to research and study Necromancy those are the places to start.

If I ask them about those books and which translations of them did they read, they just stare at me with this blank look on their face and go: "Huh? I never heard of them, what are they?"

You never heard of them. REALLY? You just told me you studied and researched everything you could find and you haven't read the primary instruction manuals of Necromancy? What in the world have you read and studied?

Oh, well I read Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and Terry Brookes books and I've played a Necromancer in Dungeons and Dragons and Pathfinder and World of Warcraft and...

Have you done any NON-FICTIONAL reading and research into Necromancy?

No, well, I didn't know there was any non-fiction books on Necromancy out there.

Let me repeat this then:

  • Keys of Solomon
  • The writings of John Dee
  • The writings of Edward Kelly
  • The Book of Enoch
  • The Apocrypha

Those are the basic handbooks used by REAL Necromancers. Get them. Read them. And you'll be well on your way and most likely won't need my help at all. Everything you need to know is in those ancient Medieval text books that you are REALLY going to have to have a high IQ if you are ever going to make it through reading them and also understand what they say. If you can't read those books AND understand what they are saying, then you will never become a Necromancer, because you need to learn the speak and read the language of the Grigory Angels in order to call up the spirits of the dead, and it's not an easy language to learn. 

Rarely do any of them come back, but if they do, they come back in a raging fury, screaming and yelling:

"Those were books out of the Bible! And writings of Medieval priests! I don't want to read that load Christian crap! I wanted to learn about Necromancy! Why did you have me read that Christian crap! I'm not a Christian! I don't want anything to do with Christians! I HATE Christians! I'm a Pagan/ Atheist/ Satanist/ Druid/ blah, blah, blah..."

Oh, Sugar Pie, you're more foolish and idiotic then I thought. Why would you want to be a Necromancer if you hate Christians? Didn't you know that ALL Necromancers are ALWAYS Christians? They always cast their spells "By the Blessed Blood of Jesus" and close all their circles "In the name of the Heavenly Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost".

I thought you said you studied? Necromancy is a Medieval CHRISTIAN art of the Magi. The Magi as in the three wise men who predicted the coming of Christ and followed the star to worship in the manger at his birth. The same Order of the Magi which was created/ founded by Daniel of the Lion's Den fame. Necromancers are always Magi Priests of the Brotherhood of the Magi, a Christian Sect of Wizards, who's most famous member was Merlin, who may or may not have been a real wizard.

How is it possible for you to have studied and researched anything about Necromancy and not know the history of the practice or that it was a group of Christian priests. I do seem to recall saying something about Necromancers NOT being evil workers of the dark arts. You remember me saying that right?


"How do I become a Necromancer? I mean in real life not on some game. I want to become a real Necromancer raising real minions." 

This is one of my favorite questions, of all the questions I've ever been sent regarding Necromancers. 

Minions.

*sigh*

Minions is a fascinating concept, and if you play a Necromancer in D&D you can have minions to do your bidding. You can raise up armies of zombies or ghouls or vampires or even a few liches, heck, if you reach high enough levels, you can turn yourself into a Lich. But here's the thing: Dungeons and Dragons is a game. It's fiction. It's not real.

While it's fun to play a Necromancer with armies of minions in an RPG, you got to understand that real Necromancers don't have armies of undead minions any more than real newspaper reporters jump in phone booths, turn into Superman, and fly off to save damsels in distress.

You have to use your brain about these things. There is a little thing out there called common sense and logic and the ability to think for yourself. In other words; use your brain and your common sense to logically figure out what is fact and what is fiction.

In other words: minions are not real. Minions do not exist. Minions are a figment of the imagination. Real Necromancers don't have minions. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you really need to grow up and learn the difference between facts and fiction.


"I need your help right away. I want to control the dead. I really need to control the dead. You gotta help me. Please, you gotta tell me how to control the dead. I need to know right away. It's urgent."

Uhm...what? You need to control the dead and you need to do it urgently? You lost me with that one Sugar Pie. Why would you need to control the dead? And how could such a thing possibly be urgently needed?

I simply can not understand the sense of urgency so many place on their so called 'need' to control the dead.

Okay, first off, let's get one thing straight: Necromancers do NOT control the dead. Necromancers communicate with the dead. There is a difference. You can't control the dead. This is the biggest beginners mistake, newbie Necromancers make. The dead are not your slaves nor your servants, and more often then not, they are going to be pissed off over being disturbed.

There are many problems involved in contacting spirits, the biggest being that it is not like picking up a phone and getting a direct call through. There are thousands of spirits all around you at any given time, and each and every one of them is going to be trying to jump on that line and have you pull them out of the spirit world back into the physical plane.

But not all spirits are trying to reach the physical plane. Contented, happy spirits, are not. They have moved on. And the happiest, kindest, most helpful, best and goodest spirits are the HARDEST to reach, because they are the farthest away from the physical plane. The spirits you MOST want to get in touch with are the MOST difficult ones to contact, which is why you hear so many stories of failed seances and nightmarish ouija board experiences.

The spirits gathered in the physical plane are not content, they are not happy, they want to escape and will do or say ANYTHING to get a chance to enter the physical plane again, and the moment they realize you are calling for a spirit, you'll have them all on you, every one of them, fighting, shoving, pushing... and you better pray that you are firmly grounded to this plane and have cast all the proper protection spells, drawn the correct sigels, are guarded by the correct angels...because if you aren't, you'll have hundreds of lost, angry souls jumping into your head, and the ones that'll jump in first are the ones you least want to contact: the spirits of dead criminals.

The spirits of dead criminals are the easiest to contact, because they are roving in our plane of existence, desperately seeking a body.  Criminal spirits are quick to jump into seances and ouija boards and answer you, saying anything they THINK you WANT to hear, hoping to get your guard down so that they attempt to possess your body. "Demon" possession in this manner  is something you risk. They will sneak in and pretend that you have control over them, but once they got you convinced, they will turn on you and then it will be you who is in their control.

The problem is you won't know they are spirits of dead criminals. They will answer to whatever name you call. That is why when starting out you should only call  on someone you know (a dead friend or relative) so that you can "test" them (ask them questions, not easily guessed and most wouldn't know.) The problem with communicating with spirits is they can change their voice to sound like anyone they want to. If you see their form, they can change their form to look like anyone they want to. So unless you are really, wicked experienced, you can not tell WHO it is you are talking to.

THAT is why Necromancy is dangerous: because they can trick you and deceive you and convince you that you are talking to your dear sweet granny, when in fact you are talking to a murderer or a rapist or a other criminal or worse - they might not even be the spirit of a dead human. It could be a daemon or you could be talking to a Phooka. You don't want to mess around with Dark Fae.

That is why, before you start the ritual, you must know the name of the person you are calling, call them by name, and have prepared and list of questions, that only that person would know the answers to.

You are sadly mistaken if you think you can communicate with the spirits for the purpose of gaining control over them. If at any point you think you have control over a spirit: RUN! That's the time you need to be afraid. Very, very afraid. Because you can NEVER have control over a spirit and any spirit that allows you to control it, is only doing so in order to draw you into a trap.

This is not a game, Sugar Pie. You do not want to be contacting the spirits all willy-nilly. You have to have a reason, a damned good reason, for pulling a contented, helpful spirit out of their happy place, because, Honey, they are going to make your life a living hell, if you bring them back to this world just for the fun of it.

And you must always keep in mind that, just because you are calling for the spirits of dead humans, doesn't mean it's a human that's gonna be answering you. The spirit world is filled with many spirits: people, animals, birds, plants, flowers, trees, mountains, angels, loa, demons, tricksters, and the Dark Lords of the spirit kingdom: the Faeries.

I have worked with the Dark Fae for 39 years. I know what I am talking about. You can become their friend and ally, but you will NEVER have control over them. They will "serve" you on a limited basis, if you prove yourself worthy. It is YOU who is the servant of the spirits, not the other way around. And don't you ever forget it, because the moment you do, you put yourself, your family, your friends, your home, your land, your town, in very great danger. They won't just take possession of your soul: they'll take possession of everything and everyone around you. 

Know too, that wither or not they are, the Dark Fae see themselves as gods and they expect to be treated as such. They WILL demand you worship them and build altars to their honour and glory. They will expect gifts and offers and for you to set aside sacred land and build a shrine where they will visit you often. Serve them well, and they WILL do whatever you ask: They will change the weather, they will protect you, they will kill for you. You will become, like me, untouchable. No harm will prevail against you, and all who seek to harm you, will suffer, long, slow, in way you could never imagine, for you don't know what hurts their mind, but the Fae do. They Fae know all. See all. Hear all. They know your heart. they know your thoughts. And they will either reward or punish you according to the worthiness they see in your soul, heart, and mind.

When you contact the spirit world, you don't just open a pipeline to ghosts and spirits of the dead, you open a pipeline to EVERY spirit out there. You send a bright beacon of light up into the sky, and they ALL see it and they ALL come running, vying for their chance to live in a physical body: your body.

That is why people call Necromancy "dark", "black", or "evil" magic. It is not one or the other. It is Chaos Magic. Chaos Magic is called Chaos, because you can't control it. The Spirits have free will and they have more then you could ever imagine, and when you mess with them, they are in control, and you are but their humble servant.

The moment you seek to control a spirit, you condemn your soul and you'll never get it back.

If you are not willing to respect the spirits, you have no business being a Necromancer.

If you are not willing to be humble and submissive and obediently serve them, then you will never get far as a Necromancer.

You are a fool, if you think you can use Necromancy to control spirits. You are an egotistical idiot and you'll live to regret the day you contacted the spirits if you are not humble before them.

NEVER FORGET WHO I AM AND WHAT I AM KNOWN FOR. 37 people vandalized my farm. 34 of them died by being hit by lightening. 

People often mistake what I do for curses. No. I do not cast curses. A curse is an ill intent to do harm. No, what they call me "casting a curse" is actually, me praying to my gods, asking for judgment upon evil doers and protection from their harm. I merely use the term "curse" because it's the only thing the ignorant understand.

But the thing is, it works. Oh, it works good. The man who built the grease fryer bomb that took my house, he was a big man: over 200 pounds. Look at him today, 9 years later: a skeleton, whithering away, from the the death of a thousand hungers. No matter how much he eats, he grows thinner and thinner. Stephen King based the book and movie The Thinner on my clan for a reason. I am protected, guarded by by FarDarrig and Phooka. Attempt to harm me, and they WILL go to the ends of the earth to find you and THEY WILL KILL YOU.

Phookas are Tricksters who relish in causing pain and suffering, while FarDarrigs lust for human blood. They are feared by demons of hell and angels of heaven. Even the gods fear the Phookas. and they are at my beck and call, because I serve them, worship them, build altars and shrines to them. While you pray to your Christian god who does NOTHING for you, my gods will turn over and heaven and earth for me. They love me and protect me, because I love, respect, and serve them faithfully and without question, and I have for 39 years. I am the most powerful Necromancer on the planet, and THAT is why. You mess with me, you mess with my masters the Dark Fae, and you better be ready to die, because if you hurt me, they will show you no mercy.

I live at the edge of an old growth forest that has been untouched since the 1500s. The trees are monstrous. Over 200 feet tall. Four of those giant unnaturally tall, white pines sit on my land. My land is likewise surrounded by a swamp. A peat swamp, filled with patches of quicksand. You don't walk out there if you don't know where to step. I know where to step. I move freely through those swamps. Brackish water and giant trees all around me, with the raging ocean to the front of me. The land is wild and untamed, and ancient Faeries roam these woods, stalk these swamps, and dance among the ocean waves. They are wild spirits, old as time itself. They see me as their pet. Their little Human. I am but a toy to the Fae of this land. I know this. I accept this. I do not over step my bounds. I do not try to control them. I do not try to tame them. I only serve them, and because I serve them, they will do anything I ask. They will do anything to keep me happy. 

For great service, there are great rewards. But if you want to do what I do: know there are also sacrifices. The spirits feed off of your energy and it WILL destroy your health. My health is not good and that is why. I used to be able to bench press 78lbs, and I can't even lift 20lbs today. 39 years of service takes it's toll. Expect that. There are consequences to magic. 

That is the thing which separates "dark" magic from "white" magic. Consequences. Magic has no colour. Magic is always the same. But magic does have levels. Lower levels of magic have very little power, don't really do much, and likewise have few or seemingly no consequences. Magic ALWAYS has consequences, but the "whiter" the magic, the more insignificant the consequences. 

Necromancy if a "high" magic. It is very powerful. Some go so far as to say it is the most powerful magic there is. but, they will also tell you, that it is powerful, because it is also the darkest, blackest magic of all, and by that they mean, it is the form of magic which comes with the greatest and most dire consequences.

You can't escape the consequences. Never fool yourself into thinking you can. For every action there is a reaction. You can't escape it. You can't outrun it. You can't avoid it. And you'll only make it worse for yourself if you try.


"I found the ancient latin name of the spirit I want to control and I keep chanting the name over and over while pouring oil all over my naked body and also burning incense and I made a pentagram while chanting the name and read a latin prayer and I was told that would make me be able to command it, but nothing is happening. What am I doing wrong?"

Okay...uhm...can I first ask why you are pouring oil all over your naked body? That is not a Necromancy technique I have ever heard of or used. I'm not sure where you got the idea that you were supposed to do that. I've only ever heard of one group that does something like that. They are a group of Wiccans who call themselves The Skyclad Gardnerians of the Golden Temple, or something like that.

Unless you are calling up an Incubus or Succubus, I can think of no logical reason for you to be naked while calling up spirits.

And while oils are often used in rituals, they are used to anoint, not bathe. To anoint yourself in oil, means to drip 2 or 3 drops of oil on your head (or hands or feet, depending on the ritual).

There are rituals which require physical cleansing of the body, and in these cases, you would bath in a bathtub, adding 7 drops of oil to the running water as you fill the tub.

The ancient Latin name thing, ONLY works if you are calling up and ancient Latin spirit. So if you wanted to call up a Welsh FarDarrig or a Japanese Oni, using a Latin name isn't gonna work. You'll need to use ancient Welsh for the Welsh spirit and ancient Japanese for the Japanese one, ecte and so on and so forth.

The pentagram is a Wiccan/ White Witch tradition. Necromancers don't use it. Likewise Wiccans and White Witches strictly forbid the use of "dark arts" (including Necromancy). I'm a Mormon not a Wiccan so I have never used a pentagram during any ritual.

When burning incense, you have to burn the right ones. Each spirit has kinds they like and knds they hate. It's up to the personal preference of the individual spirit. For example, if you knew your grandmother's favorite perfume was lilac, then burning lilac incense when calling her spirit will help attract her spirit to you. Likewise anointing your lilac coloured candles with lilac oil, will help, and so will filling vases with fresh cut ilacs to place on your altar.

Know what the spirit likes and offer those things, to help attract that particular spirit.

I'd guess, based on what you've said, that the spirit you are attempting to contact, may be offended (or embarrassed) by your being naked, and/ or does not like the type of incense you are using, and/ or is confused about the pentagram, and/ or possibly does not understand you are talking to him/her because you are talking in Latin and yet he/she may not know Latin.

My advice? Put some clothes on. Learn the use oils properly, and learn which oils to use when. Research the history of the spirit you are seeking contact with and leave gifts appropriate to the spirit in question.

If you want to contact the spirits you have to achieve "power" through deep meditation. You have to perform what is known as 'The Thirty Day Ritual": for 30 days and nights, you MUST give up all forms of 'corruption': you must abstain from sexual pleasure, drinking, smoking, drugs, chemicals (such as soap, make-up, body lotions, or shampoo), and the eating of any death thing (become vegan, eat ONLY fruits and vegetables). You must give up TV and cell phones and iPods for 30 days, you must have NO outside influences of ANY kind entering into your personal energy sphere.  And you must do this for 30 days, cleansing and purifying your body and soul. The spirits will know if you cheated. You can hide NOTHING from them. They see all. They hear all. They know all. Even you deepest, innermost thoughts. NOTHING is hidden from them.

Throughout those 30 days, you must meditate: morning, noon, night. Not for a few minutes, but hours on end. You must sit, silent and motionless for 7 hours, each and every day, for 30 days.

Wear lose non-constricting, lose flowing robes, in the colours of the spirit in question, to accentuate the flow of energy around you.

Ground yourself. Each of those 30 days, you MUST be grounding your soul to the physical plane.

You are NOT going to be lighting a candle by the light of the full moon in a graveyard, and expect to moments later have spirits come calling. This isn't Hollywood, Honeybun. If you REALLY want to contact the spirits, you have actual work to do. Few ever make it to 7 days, let alone 30. Like I said before, most people come into Necromancy expecting quick and instant results, after doing a few exciting and glamorous chants and gestures. They do not expect the have to fast for week, to drink nothing but water for an entire month. To eat nothing but white rice, egg whites, milk, and white bread, for 30 days. 

You must prepare yourself to become a conduit. You are the outlet by which they enter into this world and the more corrupt your own spirit is, the more corrupt the spirits you will attract to you. Like attracts like. If your soul is unclean and clouded by cigarette smoke, you will attract unclean spirits. The type and quality of the spirits you raise up, is dependant totally upon the cleanliness of your own soul, mind, and body.

Even your emotions effect it. If you are a bitter, angry person, then you will attract bitter and angry spirits (or poltergeists). If you are kind, gentle, and loving, you will attract the warm, motherly, guardian angels. If you desire to fight for truth and justice, you will attract the Watchers, the Grigory, and the Avenging Angels.  

This is why you meditate for hours and hours and days and days for an entire month, before you even begin to call up the spirits: to empty your mind and soul of any corruption, so as to not influence 'other' spirits. You want to call a specific spirit: just one, by name...but no matter who you call or how you call them, you WILL attract hundreds of other spirits as well, and you MUST protect yourself from those spirits, and you do that, by physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally cleansing yourself of all things. 


"Can I use a ouija board to contact spirits?"

Yes. Yes, you most certainly can. The question is: Do you really want to?

The ouija board works really well, because as soon as you set it up, you have hundreds of spirit all gathering at your shoulder waiting to answer you. The ouija board has been used for so many years now, that spirits just know immediately when they see it, so come running. And therein lays the problem. 

You will often here people tell you the ouija board is evil. No. the board itself is nothing but word or cardboard or sometimes metal depending on the edition you have. It is only this and nothing more. But, it is a recognized tool, and that is the danger of it, because, the spirits who see the board and come running, are NOT the spirits you want to be messing around with.

It is very, very, VERY difficult to contact spirits. They don't like coming to the physical plane. They are happy in the spiritual plane and they want NOTHING to do with the physical world. 

The easier it is for you to contact a particular spirit, the less you should trust that spirit. A spirit that you can call up instantly with nothing but a ouija board, is not to be trusted on ANY level. They are NEVER who they say they are and they tell you whatever they have to, in order to suck you into their trap.

The spirits who hang around waiting to answer ouija boards tend to be the darkest hearted, cruelest, vilest, most corrupted, evil spirits of them all. They are also very rarely actual ghosts or spirits of the dead. More often then not, if you get an answer on a ouija board, you are talking not to a ghost but rather to a demon.

Demons learned long ago how easy it was to trick people into thinking they were talking to a lost loved one, and they learned too to hover around ouija boards and just bid their time and wait for the silly human to start calling.

Yes, you can use a Ouija board to contact spirits.

Yes, contacting spirits with a ouija board is super simple and super easy and nearly always works.

But beware of the spirits who are willing to answer a ouija board call, for they are rarely who or what they say they are.


"Does talking out loud when you're alone attract spirits?"

I corrected your spelling. I have Autism and text talk irritates my senses.

I'm not sure that talking out loud when alone attracts spirits. It might. I suppose it depends on the both the person doing the talking and the spirits in question. Not all spirits are alike. Different things attract different spirits. I am only familiar with the handful of spirits that I personally deal with. But their are millions, billions of spirits out there. Which means there are billions of different ways to attract them. I would therefor assume that, in all likelihood, yes, there are some spirits out there who would be attracted to you talking to yourself when alone.

On the other hand, I am often perceived as talking to myself, when in fact I am never talking to myself. While I RARELY speak vocally to people, I'm a regular chatter box with them whom I trust: my dog, my cats, my rabbit, my rose bushes, my hosta, my daffodils, my brook, my lilacs, my moss, the ocean, the sand on the beach, the snails, the sea gulls, the rocks in my garden, my huge pine trees, the grass, the dirt, my cars, my computer, my machete, my house - when I had one...everything has a spirit and I do talk to all of them. I talk to everything, except people. I have Selective Mutism, I lose the ability to speak whenever I am addressed by a human. People often falsely assume that I am deaf and mute and that I have no ability to speak at all. No. I can speak fine, so long as what I am talking to is not Human. I don't know why. The doctors don't know why either.

I am more relaxed around animals and plants. Doctors have hooked me up to a machine that monitors my heart rate, to see if they could determine a possible cause. They said that normally my heart rate stays around 50 to 70 with a blood pressure of 70 over 60, which they say is quite low, but is normal for me and if a sign that I am normally very relaxed, unusually so. However, when confronted by a Human, my heart rate immediately jumps to 122 and a blood pressure of 140 over 90, nearly double what it normally is. They said this is why my speech disappears, because my heart rate is too high (and changing to be be too high, too fast, especially for a standing/resting rate, for a person of my age, gender, and height) and it constricts my ability to breath, thus, causing my ability to speak so suddenly vanish completely. They say this is also why I pass out around Humans and why I pass out so much in general (I pass out pretty much every time I stand up, and also whenever the temperature reached 68F or more - I go into heat stroke if the temperatures reach 82F and have had multiple strokes - the doctors say this is also not normal, because most people can tolerate those temperatures with no trouble.)  

Doctors say that I am unusually relaxed, to the state of being euphoric,  around plants, animals, nature, and spirits, but I am dangerously agitated, to the point of dangerous levels of stroke inducing panic (they also say I have one of the worst cases of PTSD they have ever seen)  in the company of Humans. Doctors say it is best if I have as little contact with Humans as possible, because the extreme fluctuations in my heart rate in blood pressure are very bad for my health and I have to avoid the triggers.


"You're a Mormon aren't you? Will dissenters in general Conference be punished? How? And how does all this Voodoo and Necromancy stuff sit with your fellow Mormons? How can you be both a Mormon and a Voodoo Priestess and practice Necromancy. Those things just don't seem to go together. Do they?"

Yes, I am a 5th generation Mormon.

I have not attended general conference since 2003. My husband doesn't allow it, so I actually, do not know what happened or why, I just Googled it to find out what you were talking about. But I raise my hand in opposition all the time. They ask for sustaining votes for something or another every fast and testimony meeting (first Sunday of each month), my latest opposing vote was for the known child rapist (who had raped 3 primary children all under the age of 12) that the Sanford, Maine Ward of the Exeter Stake of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,  made as Cub Scout Leader. I wasn't the only one who voted against this "calling".

The Bishop was furious at us, me especially, as mine was the first hand to go up, but the man himself, admitted to the Bishop he "did have problem once and probably shouldn't accept the calling" (he had originally accepted the calling before the woman voted against it). The Bishop decided to instead make him the High Priest Quorum Leader AND a temple priest at the Boston Temple. Don't think the women of our ward aren't protesting that. How does a man like him get a temple recommend? That man should be excommunicated, not put in even higher ranking positions. 

I know Church leaders get all in a twist if any member opposes a calling, but if the man is unworthy of the calling, it IS a member's duty to cast that opposing vote and not stand by in silence while a sinner is given a calling he is not worthy to hold. 

I know the Bishop gets upset about me, like I said I raise my hand in opposition a lot, but I am not going to sit by and let a pedophile be cub scout leader. That is wrong, wrong, WRONG! 

Needless to say my husband rarely allows me in church, seeing how I oppose something pretty much every time I'm there. He says I'm an embarrassment to him and I interrupt his... uhm *cough* 'job'. It is why I set up the meditation garden in my backyard where I pray and worship God on my own.

No Mormon who actually is a Mormon would stand by a let something like that happen. 

General conference is no different. If those people felt there was a good cause to vote against, then it IS their duty to exactly that, damn the consequences.

How will they be punished? Don't know. Most likely they'll be excommunicated from the Church and shunned by their family. It's what happens to NEARLY EVERYONE who raises their had in an opposing vote. It's WHY most are too terrified to raise their hand against. But their scare tactics don't stop me.


And how does all this Voodoo and Necromancy stuff sit with your fellow Mormons? 

Not well.

Most local members (Sanford Ward) actually don't know about it, but the ones who do (Saco Ward and Cape Elizabeth Ward), are really ants in the pants over it. For a while they were marching around in my driveway carrying signs. Police made them stop, thank goodness.

You remember the man who built the grease fryer bomb that blew up my house in 2006? He was the Bishop's First Counsellor. In his defences he claimed that he was "justified" in his actions because "God commanded that all witches be killed". That was the Saco Ward, Augusta Stake of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, which is why I don't attend it anymore at all. His Bishop, is also the one who refers to me as "the cape wearing, gay loving, looney tune." The Relief Society president of that same ward, throws rocks at me. The Primary president (wife of the bomb builder) is the one who slashed my tires and used a rock to smash out all the windows. Gotta love the Saco Ward and their violent, self-righteous indignation. They were my friends for 27 years, I attended every meeting, EVERY meeting - 5 hours on Sunday, 3 hours on Wednesdays, volunteered at every function, cooked for every dinner, helped with every fund raiser - for 27 years. and the moment they found out I was what they perceived to be a "witch" they let their true fly high.

The Sanford Ward doesn't know, so I'm not yet treated like an unworthy piece of shit.

The "Pineland Center Bishop" mentioned earlier and the HUGE 750 member congregation, that was the Cape Elizabeth Ward, and that was more than 20 years ago.

Yes, they are not accepting of me on any level whatsoever and they do not hide it. They make their opinions of me well known.


How can you be both a Mormon and a Voodoo Priestess and practice Necromancy. Those things just don't seem to go together. Do they?

Contrary to popular misconception, Voodoo is not a religion. Vodu is a religion. Voodoo is different then Vodu. There is also New Orleans Voodoo, which is also different and Haitian Vodu with is likewise different from the rest. The original religion from Africa is Vuvu, which is even more different. All of them have similarities and cross-overs, but each is different from the other in many ways.

Voodoo, the one I practice, is not a religion, but rather more of a lifestyle. It combines the magic practice of Hoodoo, with the ancestor reverence of Haitian Vodu and loa petitioning of New Orleans Voodoo. A practitioner of Voodoo can be a member of any religion, most are in fact Catholic. Voodoo practitioners don't leave their own religion behind when taking up Voodoo, rather they combine the two into one melded practice. Voodoo accepts all regardless of race, culture, religion, gender, sexual orientation, age, disability, etc, etc, etc. 

Necromancy, likewise is not a religion and can be practice by anyone, however it is predominantly a Christian practice and most who do it are some form of Christian with Gnostic Christians being the most common. All of the sacred texts (Keys of Solomon, Book of Enoch, The Apocrypha, etc.) used by Necromancers are Gnostic Christian texts. It is rather difficult to be a Necromancer without also being a Christian, seeing how all the ancient rituals are written using Bible quotes and done in the "Blood of Christ" etc. If you are not Christian you have to dramatically alter the rituals to remove the Christian references.


"You're a Necromancer, right? I need you to cast a spell on someone for me."

Well a great big, whoop-dee-doo to you. 

I RARELY take on cases and I'm not cheap when I do. And when I say rarely, I mean rarely as in I only do 1 or 2 outside cases every 10 or 12 years or so. 

In all likelihood, you not only don't need a Necromancer, you probably don't need a spell caster at all.

Why, you ask. Well, if you go back up the page a bit, you'll see where I mentioned something about, not controlling spirits, not keeping them as my servants or slaves. While I can imprison them in bottles, I don't. I let them walk freely as they were meant to do.

In order for me to be casting spells for hire, I would have to be commanding a spirit to not only serve me, but now also to serve you. And I don't know you, your past, your history, how you got yourself into this mess that you think you need magic to get out of. The spirits trust me to not use or abuse them. The spirits I work with, if I asked them to help you, they would, because they trust me, but then, what if it turned out you were not trust worthy? It would reflect madly on me and I would lose the trust they have for me. I'm not willing to damage the relationship I have with the Dark Fae, just to serve your purpose, which in all likelihood doesn't require the help of the Dark Fae at all.

It's why you don't see me selling spells or curses off my website. I do, from time to time, make available "smaller" more "limited" types of of spells, ones that don't require the help of the Dark Fae. And, as a general rule, I am more likely to put together a spell kit for you, with instructions on how to summon up spirits on your own.

Like I said, there are consequences to this type of magic, and I'm not willing to take chances with my life, on your behalf. I MIGHT tell you how to do it on your own (I most likely won't) if, your situation seemed appropriate to require magic (which it probably doesn't. It rarely does. There are far to many people seeking to turn to magic, simply because they are too lazy to take responsibility for their own actions.)

Do I seem mean and cruel, uncaring of your plight? People often tell me I am these things. Well, you got to remember, I am a Necromancer after all, I'm not a fluffy-bunny White Witch, waving wands of love and happiness over your head. I'm not the good Witch Glinda. You are not my priority and simply put, I have absolutely no reason to care about you at all. 

I will help friends, family, and neighbors, if they have been true friends and treated me with kindness. But I don't help strangers without a reason, and believe me, Honey, money means nothing to me, so, piling up your bribes of "But I'll pay you blah, blah,, blah..." have no effect on me whatsoever. I have Autism, remember? I have no concept of money. Money is stupid and foolish. You think you can sway me with it and I just laugh in your face.

You seriously misjudge me if you assume I am in this practice for either money or power. I desire neither. I love the spirits. I love my Fae companions, and when push comes to shove, I'll shove you off a cliff before I betray them.

I am the High Priestess of The Faerie Faith of the Scottish Gypsies. Nothing is more important to me then the Fae themselves. I serve the Fae. If you were to call me a religious fanatic, with an unmovable devotion to my gods, well, yes, that would be correct. My only desire is to serve and please my masters, the Fae, and thus I have no desire for money or power, and thus how whenever I need either, they always come to me.

I have no money, no income, and yet, I paid the town the $15,000 they demanded be paid for clean up costs, caused by the vandalism, that resulted of the Kboards Incident. Where did the money come from? I don't know. A man simply arrived and said: "I will pay the bill."

Everyone who has ever hurt, is dead. How? I don't know. They get struck by lightening. Every one of them. 34 of them. 

My god protects me. My god provides for me. I am a true and faithful servant, and for that I am rewarded by his protection. He loves me, because I first loved Him. And that is why I am such a "powerful witch". I have no power. I merely serve. He has the power. I take no credit for it. 

If you want to be a Necromancer, find a spirit being whom you love, more then anything else in the world and devote every fiber of your being to him or her and they will watch over you. THAT is the TRUE power of being a Necromancer: serving the spirits, seeking no reward, no favors, showing them only love and devotion. Love is the greatest power of all. True and unconditional love. If you do not love the spirits who guide you, you'll never be successful as a Necromancer. 

Ah, we interrupt this page for a response. 

As you know, if you've read straight down to this point, I started this page on April 6, 2015, in response to a rather hateful, bigoted, email written by what I like to call a Super Christian Troll. It is now four days later, April 10, 2015, and the Super Christian Troll has responded with the following:

"Necromancers are Not Christians. You are a satanisti and you know it. If I get pissed off at a satanist, should I tell that person to go to Heaven? Why are satanists such hipsters? Lets face it. They are a bunch of Catholics and Christian kids looking for something new to showoff! HEY! ANSWER THIS! YOU CANT? If god doesn't exist, then how is their rain and thunder? If thunder is god's farts and rain is god's pee, then how can he not exist? You people need to educate yourself, no offense. Jesus is the god I am speaking of!!

Well, that a made a lot of sense. I'm not sure exactly what kind of a come that is, but kind of sounds like this particular troll hasn't got much of a brain to function with. Pitty. And people call me retarded, because I have Autism. This person can not even string a full paragraph together logically.

I especially like how they can't tell the difference between there and their, and follow it by the phrase "you need to educate yourself". That's just hilarious.

Also, if god was god, you would capitalize His Name and all pronouns referencing Him. I think it is YOU who needs an education. 

That is so annoying, let's correct it.

"Necromancers are not Christians. You are a satanist and you know it. If I get pissed off at a satanist, should I tell that person to go to Heaven? Why are satanists such hipsters? Lets face it. They are just a bunch of Catholics and Christian kids looking for something new to show off. Hey, answer this. You can't. If God doesn't exist, then how can there be rain and thunder? If thunder is God's farts and rain is God's pee, then how can He not exist? You people need to educate yourself, no offense. Jesus is the God of whom I speak.

There, that is much better. Illiteracy is so irritating and annoying when it comes from someone trying to sound better then you. 

Poor little idiot. But let's respond to what the fool had to say, shall we?

First off, what is a hipster? I've never heard of that term before. I'm going to assume it's American street slang and that I must be talking to an American here. I do so hate talking to Americans. They do nothing but spew out illogical, ill researched, inaccuracies. It is so annoying trying to have a conversation with a country whose entire population is made up of juvenile delinquents who can't string a full thought together. Hipster. Well, I've never been call that one before. Let's go ask Google what it means. Be right back...

The hipster subculture typically consists of white millennials living in urban areas.[1][2] The subculture has been described as a "mutating, trans-Atlantic melting pot of styles, tastes and behavior"[3] and is broadly associated with indie and alternative music, a varied non-mainstream fashion sensibility (including vintage and thrift store-bought clothes), generally progressive political views, organic and artisanal foods, and alternative lifestyles.[4][5][6] Hipsters are typically described as affluent or middle class young Bohemians who reside in gentrifying neighborhoods.[7][8]

The term in its current usage first appeared in the 1990s and became particularly prominent in the 2010s,[9] being derived from the term used to describe earlier movements in the 1940s.[10] Members of the subculture typically do not self-identify as hipsters, and the word hipster is often used as a pejorative to describe someone who is pretentious,[11] overly trendy or effete.[7][12] Some analysts contend that the notion of the contemporary hipster is actually a myth created by marketing.

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Well that provides some answer, but results in more questions, such as what is a millennial? Don't know that term either.

Millennials (also known as the Millennial Generation[1] or Generation Y) are the demographic cohort following Generation X. There are no precise dates when the generation starts and ends. Researchers and commentators use birth years ranging from the early 1980s to the early 2000s.

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Ah, so my accuser is a brainless twit with his head up his ass. Niiiice. Let's review what his accusation says:

"Necromancers are Not Christians. You are a satanisti and you know it. If I get pissed off at a satanist, should I tell that person to go to Heaven? Why are satanists such hipsters? Lets face it. They are a bunch of Catholics and Christian kids looking for something new to showoff! HEY! ANSWER THIS! YOU CANT? If god doesn't exist, then how is their rain and thunder? If thunder is god's farts and rain is god's pee, then how can he not exist? You people need to educate yourself, no offense. Jesus is the god I am speaking of!!" 

First off, I am not now, nor have I ever been a member of the Church of Satan (whose headquarters, last I knew, were in California.) Nor do I worship Satan, or serve Satan. In fact I'm not sure if I even believe in Satan. I've certainly never seen any evidence of his existence. He's just as invisible and do-nothing as his buddy the God of Abraham. It is rather hard to believe in something that doesn't at least do SOMETHING to make it's existence know. There's more proof that Bigfoot is real then there is proof that Satan or his brother Yahweh are real. So we can discredit everything you said about satanists, as none of it applies to me. Sorry. You might want to take your head out of your ass and look up the meanings of the words you are throwing at me Sugar Pie, because, you've really made yourself (and the religion you are trying to represent) look very stupid.

Moving on...

Hipster: "white millennials living in urban areas"

Millennial: "birth years ranging from the early 1980s to the early 2000s"

Oh my. You are so off the mark with that remark aren't you? Why? Let's count the ways:

  • I'm not white; I'm half Native American (Kickapoo) and half Scottish Gypsy (Persian)
  • I'm not a millennial; I'm old enough to be the grandmother of a millennial
  • I don't live in an urban area; I don't even have a house. I live under a 8x6 tarp, in a swamp, in the forest, on the edge of a beach, way up in the isolated boonies of Maine

Sugar Pie. Do you even know who I am?

I pity fools like you.

Here's me in my "house", Honey:

I've also never been Catholic, wouldn't even know a Catholic, unless it was nun in robes, and know absolutely nothing about the Catholic religion at all. Sorry, but you missed the mark with that too.

With your immature, juvenile way of talking, your use of American street slang that did not exist a decade ago, and you inability to coherently string together a full thought logically, I'm going to guess that you yourself are in fact a "kid", far, far, younger then me.

I actually find the logic of this troll to be absolutely fascinating. Retarded, but fascinating.

Oh well, like I said before, when you have a job like mine, you attract some weird people. 

He does sound rather hysterical, don't you think? Well, let's move on to the topic of god's pee now shall we?

I live in a swamp on the edge of an ocean. It rains almost every day that it isn't snowing. It snows from October to April (got four inches of snow yesterday April 9th) and it rains from May to September. I've yet to see yellow rain or yellow snow coming down from the sky.

I don't suppose you have ever heard of weather patterns and meteorology, right? Places that have a lot of water, like swamps, have a lot of fog and clouds (water vapor rising) and thus, have a lot of rain.

Thunder is caused by hot air and cold air compressing together during a storm.

Yeah. You should have learned that in 3rd Grade. It's very basic Earth Science. Sorry Sugar Pie, but I think you are the one who needs an education.


(To be continued...I have more to say on this, but, have some errands to run.)



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