Our Late Night Visitor, I think it's becoming His Habit

It began last summer. Let me just start there.

I personally love all animals, although I'm quite partial specifically to dogs, having three of my own right now. 

But, I also have an affinity for woodland creatures. I mean; Squirrels, Birds, Raccoons, Fox, Bear and Moose. 

As far as Bears go, here in NH, we have Black Bears.

When I think of Bears, I automatically think they are living, eating and rearing their cubs deep in the woods. Perhaps they may creep and have crept, into someone's yard in a rural neighborhood in different areas of NH, in effort to get to a food source; a bird feeder or to a suet cage. 

Most times you hear of this either during fall or as it approaches, when the winter is not too far off. But, for the most part, I believe they are pretty well restricted to being deep in the woods.

But for me, I attract (as you know if you have read my book or on this blog) all kinds of people, ghosts, other anomalies, UFO's and... animals of all kinds. 

I have had Canadian Geese in my former yard, who would come right up to me while I gardened. So used to me they were, that I gave them names; "Henry" and "Bella" and they would sit next to me daily and eat from my hand. As the weeks went by, more Canadian Geese would flock to my yard.

I remember going to the Deerfield Fair one year and upon exiting our truck with our young kids, a baby squirrel ran right up to me, grabbed onto my leg and shimmied himself all the way up to my neck where he burrowed his tiny little head. My kids were all excited.

Another time, on our previous farm in one of our smaller barns that we always referred to as "The Tractor Barn", my kids were playing outside and came running in because they saw a "Cat" in the wagon to our tractor, which at the time was also full of hay because we used to take the kids on hay rides.

When they saw it, I was thinking that this Cat was a stray domesticated cat and so, I went out to see what they were talking about. 

I reached the barn and sure enough there was a Cat. But, it was a Bobcat and the Bobcat had babies in my tractor wagon. I told the kids to go inside because I was nervous that momma Bobcat would feel threatened and she would of course protect her babies. 

The kids went inside and as I watched this beautiful animal and her babies, I pondered the idea of calling Fish and Game for our safety and for momma Bobcat and her babies. But, as I turned to walk back toward my house, momma Bobcat jumped off of the tractor and sprung over to me and as soon as I realized it, I quickly froze. 

I've never seen a Bobcat in real life, but I did know that any animal will protect its young, and here I was possibly appearing as a threat to her. So, I froze.

She surprised me though. She literally walked over to me and rubbed her body against my legs. 

Of course I'm thinking "Is this the calm before the storm?", "Is she going to pounce?"

 I'll admit, I was very nervous. 

But, she was super mellow. She sniffed my legs, rubbed her body all over the lower half of my body and at one point, she even got onto her hind legs with her front paws stretched onto me. 

I waited until she went back to her babies and I thought that maybe she came to me because she needed food. 

Instead of calling Fish and Game, I went into my house, opened a bunch of cans of Tuna Fish and I fed her. I told my kids to stay away from the Tractor Barn until momma Bobcat and her babies leave. 

Daily I went out and brought her food. She remained with her babies at my house and in my tractor wagon for about 5 or 6 weeks. Then one day they were gone and they never came back.

I currently do not live in a rural area at all (I'm actually going to be moving soon to a larger and much more rural home). We have neighbors all around us, something my dogs are just not used to. Our neighbors jog, walk, gather outside etc. but my dogs are used to having space and a lot of acreage, so they do a lot of barking here needless to say.

Well, last summer one night my security cameras went off in the middle of the night and... and my dogs were barking like crazy and I heard a bump on a window in my living room.

I looked out of the living room window and onto my porch, and there was a beautiful Black Bear on my front porch and he was leaning on the window. 

I did not have the night vision turned on (not sure why) so, the pictures that were taken were kind of dark, but you could see or make out that it was in fact a Black Bear and when I opened the shades, he looked right at me!

Absolutely gorgeous! I would have loved to give him a huge hug or at least to go out and see him. And at this point, my elder mother and my adult son are now looking out the window and my son is convincing me not to open the door. 

The bear got up onto his hind legs and I think he was trying to sniff for the dogs because they were barking like crazy, when he bumped his face off of the window.

At the time, I felt he was hungry and I so wanted to feed him.

Why else would he be here right?

But, I guess if you feed Bears and they get friendly, that's how they end up being shot. So, feeding him was not a good idea despite the strong desire that pulled me to do so. Besides, looking back, the fact that we have children and other animals; dogs and cats in the neighborhood, feeding the Bear would have put everyone at risk. 

So, I decided that I would just be happy with the dark pictures that my cameras got and be fortunate that I was able to see a Black Bear so up close, even if it was a through a window.

Fast forward now to April of this year (2022). 

It was around April 23rd and again in the middle of the night, my security cameras start going off like crazy again and my dogs start losing their minds barking when I look out and Mr. Gorgeous Bear is back, right there on my front porch again!

The beautiful Black Bear had come back. 

So, relying on my cameras to take pictures (night vision is on), I didn't bother to grab my cell phone. 

I wanted so much to go and open the door, but again my son is standing there with the look of;
"Don't you dare ma". So, instead, I opened the shades all the way and this is what I saw...

How cool is that?

One of my security cam's took the pic at the same moment and there he was looking right at me!

I got so excited, and I knew at the moment that we made eye contact, that it was going to draw him closer. I somehow just knew. 

Sure enough, he came up and over to the window. 

My dogs were going bananas and I was a bit nervous that the barking would anger Mr. Bear so, my son removed all three dogs from the living room. Although it didn't stop them from barking, at least they were no longer in the window where Mr. Bear could see them. 

Mr. Bear decided to come up on to my porch, he was looking at my front door.

Mr. Bear then walked across my front porch before finally taking seat and sitting at my front door, like a dog waiting to be let in. It was absolutely adorable! 

I felt horrible because I knew he was hungry and there was really nothing I could do. I'm sure he would have thoroughly enjoyed a peanut butter sandwich or two, or something, poor thing. 

He, by no means appears to be malnourished but, I did feel compelled to give him something to eat.

However, living where I live right now, I knew that would have been a poor decision. So, I decided instead to just take in this beautiful sight for as long as it lasted. 

If I were back on my farm, it is highly probable that I would have fed him, made friends with him and I would have probably named him something like "Thor".  

At that time on the farm, we saw all kinds of things that came to visit besides a momma Bobcat; demons, possessions, ghosts and a Big Foot, yes a Big Foot. You can read these stories in my book "No One Would Believe It"

What I don't understand is why or how this Bear, came to my house on two separate occasions, only 10 months apart, and to my neighborhood, which is literally only 3 miles from the busy down town area. And, I suspect he will be back again (stay tuned)

It's very unusual. I've never seen or heard of a Bear visiting so close to a down town area or in such a populated area and neighborhood, have you?

When Mr. Bear (Thor) finally left my house, he was probably disappointed that I didn't feed him, poor baby. But, I watched him slowly walk off of my porch, through my small front yard and onto the street, where he walked into the darkness, assuming he took the same path that got him here in the first place. 

Despite that this is not a paranormal, demonic or UFO story, I felt it worthy to add it to the collection of strange events that happen to us daily. It's never dull here!

Thanks for reading, Have a good one!!

OUT OF THIS WORLD The Bald doctors with big black eyes and long fingers

I remember receiving a call from my nephew.

It was April 10, 1994 at about six o'clock pm, but I honestly don't remember what day of the week it was. We still lived in our Londonderry NH home at this time.

My nephew needed a ride to the video store in Derry NH. The store was called Video Update and my nephew was going to give me a few bucks in gas and he offered to pump the gas for me in exchange for the ride.  At the time, my husband and I had four young children,  and we drove an older model Ford Bronco.

I agreed to pick up my nephew and take him.  It was an odd night, and I honestly do not even remember picking my nephew up, but I do remember parking in the parking lot in front of Video Update. Both of us were in the truck and I parked with the nose of the bronco facing the store.

I remember my nephew exiting my truck and going into the store.  I also remember my nephew getting back into my truck shortly after, and of myself telling my nephew that the night seemed eerie to me. It just seemed to be an odd night.

I have no memory of getting gas, of my nephew pumping gas or of driving my nephew back home.

My next memory is of being alone, and driving by Walmart in Derry toward Londonderry to go back home.  At that time, Walmart was on the opposite side of the road from where it is now in Derry and I would most times take Stonehenge Rd to go back home in Londonderry, when leaving that side of Derry. 

However, following the memory of driving by Walmart to go back home, my memory slips again and I have no memory of anything until I get to an area, that at the time were woods on my left, and just before a street called East Yellowstone Dr.  I saw something that caught my attention above the woods. 

I noticed a large, bright white-yellowish light that seemed to be still, above the tree line, which at that time would not be so very odd, given that planes would often fly over because the Manchester NH Airport isn't all that far from the area.

But, I did something odd. 

I did something that I didn't normally do, I remember taking that left onto East Yellowstone Dr. I don't even remember putting on my blinker when I did turn. But I did turn onto the street, and when I did, my eyes were fixed on the sky particularly over a blue and white split entry house with a large bay window that sat on the left side of the road. 

The blue and white house is important as you will read in a moment. There, directly above the blue and white house barely above the tree line, was an enormous, brushed silver, oval-ish object. 

The object had huge, tall windows all around it that were lit up yellowish, but the object  made absolutely no noise, my window was down about two inches and I heard absolutely nothing. I pulled over to the right side of the road, I remember a tall wooden fence being on my right.

I was in absolute awe at this thing and I put my truck in park to watch it.  When I put my hand on the driver side door handle to open the truck to get a better look, I became paralyzed. Literally paralyzed, I could not move. I couldn't move my hands, my legs or my body.  I couldn't even move my head, it was stuck in position looking towards the left which was towards the blue and white house.

The only thing that I remember being able to move was my eyes and at that point, I moved my eyes to look at the clock inside my truck which displayed 8:10pm. I looked at the clock because I wanted to document the time that this experience happened. Despite that I could not move, I did not feel afraid, what I felt was "this couldn't really be happening", I was in awe. 

I was looking from underneath this object and saw no door under it or anything resembling a door from my perspective, when something else caught my eye;

Four little figures that were lit up like small, yellow squares on the front lawn of the blue and white house.  These little boxes were moving quickly around the front and side of this house (the side meaning the right side of the house from my perspective)

The yellow squares seemed to change or shape shift from small to large and were moving fast in the direction of the object.  As they moved quickly, I began to make out heads, elbows, feet, hands and the squares were becoming elongated as in tall, like a human. It appeared as if they were trying to “line up” with the object.

I could not believe what I was watching, and I could not believe that no one in that blue and white house was in the window watching too! 

I saw that they had lights on in the house, but I saw no silhouette of anyone in the house or near the window looking out.

I swear to God that if anyone in that blue and white house simply walked over to the bay window in front of the house, and looked up or in the front of their house, they definitely would have seen all of this going on.  But, it was eerily quiet, no noise, absolutely quiet, no other cars, no dogs barking, no human movement, nothing. I felt as though I was seeing something I was not supposed to see.

 

In what seemed like a split second, it was done. The silent object, in a matter of a second or so, quietly backed up a couple of feet (or it seemed from my perspective) and it left in a split second.  It was completely gone. Almost as if it disappeared into thin air.

A couple of seconds later, I got the feeling back in my body.  Fear then started to fill my mind. What I had just experienced was surreal. I put the truck in drive and drove home which was literally around the corner.

But, the story doesn't stop here and neither do they:

When I got home, my four little ones were already in bed, their bed time being 7:30pm. 

I went around the house quickly checking windows in the bedrooms, bathrooms etc. to make sure they were closed and locked, back door, all doors. I was like a maniac running around the house. My husband asked me what was wrong with me. He said, and I quote; “Hun, your freaking out, I can see sweat on your face, your pale and you're racing around like a maniac, what's going on?”

So, I took him down stairs into the family room, not wanting my little ones to hear in case the older ones were awake, and I quietly told him what had just happened.  I'm not sure that he completely believed me, until the next morning when …  

My husband woke me up in the morning telling me that I needed to see what my three year old daughter did, and what she had to say. My husband told our little girl to tell me what she had told him.

This is what she told me:

The bald doctors came and took her into the “pie ship” and put her “on” a cold tub.  She said they had long fingers and big, black eyes.  She said there was a nice bald “lady” who held her hand and a mean “bald man”.  She told us that we (me and her father) were also there on cold tubs but we couldn't move.  

After telling me what she had to say, my little girl took my hand and wanted me to follow her and so I did.  

She took me to her bedroom and showed me the window that the bald doctors came into her bedroom from and then she took me behind her bedroom door.

There on the wall behind her bedroom door, my little girl with crayons had drawn what appeared to be the shape of a pie and stick figures of people with very large heads, huge eyes, long fingers and a table.

She called them the “bald doctors", she called the pie shaped thing “the pie ship” and she called the table the “cold tub”.  My little girl would even show us that when the doctors  came, we could all walk through walls and into the pie ship.

In showing us, my little daughter would start walking toward the wall, and when she reached the wall, she would continue to walk, with her little head up against the wall as if she could walk through it. It was quite unsettling to watch.

From this moment on, our family would experience encounters with these bald doctors until my three year old little girl turned twelve.  We were not even living in the same house at this point.  

We always knew when they were coming, because our 3 year old little girl would tell us each and every night before they would come, where in the house they would enter and from where in the sky they would come from.  It wasn't nightly, but it was a few times per month and nerve racking each time.

At one point, on a night that my 10 year old daughter had a friend sleep over, I remember my little 3 year old daughter coming to us and saying the bald doctors were coming.  Within 45 minutes, the lights in the house started flickering, it was like a strobe light, and I remember my husband gathering everyone into the living room so we were all together and my daughters friend asking what was going on.

How do you keep five children calm or tell a child staying over night at your house what is going on? Needless to say, we stopped having sleep overs.

Ironically, two months after the very first experience with the bald doctors, a neighbor who at the time lived at the end of our cul de sac, whom I had never met, oddly came to me one day and asked me if I had seen anything strange in the neighborhood.  Apparently, she had witnessed something in her back yard that she believed to be un-explainable.

She referred to having UFO sightings in her back yard between 2 and 3am and at least three times.

 
On another strange night, my four year old daughter woke up in hysteria saying that there was a “purple” light that came spinning in the air down the hallway and into her bedroom.  She said it didn't make any noise, and she insisted that it went over to the crib where my baby was sleeping before it disappeared.  

From this point on, I would put my little 3 year old daughter to bed and in - her - bed, but night after night I would find her sleeping under her bed until she was 12 years old because of the “bald doctors”.  This continued  even long after we moved out of our house in Londonderry and to a new house, in a new town thirty minutes away.

If by chance my 3 year old daughter had over heard any conversation that my husband and I had at that time about my own experience, how would she be able to relate a pie to the shape of an object that I saw of which we would refer to as a UFO?  

I certainly did not refer to the object as a pie or shaped like a pie, I identified it to my husband blatantly as a brushed silver, UFO. I certainly never mentioned bald doctors with long fingers and big black eyes. And, where did the “cold tub” come from? You need to remember, this was a 3 year old little girl.  

* During this time, I was forced to remember my C-Section scar for the C-Section I never had, and the  miscarriage of a 12 week old fetus that doctors insisted I was having but was impossible, 8 weeks after delivering my baby girl in 1990 and after another UFO sighting I had 3 months earlier.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

* The back story to the non - C Section and miscarriage after a UFO sighting can be found in my book
"No One Would Believe It" and a sighting I had in another post 

Today, we are still visited...

The following pictures were recently taken by my security cameras 

Our Family Dog Came Back To Visit Us, One Day After He died Unexpectedly

 In 2019 we had four dogs. 

Our  male (Ty), his color .. in dog terms; was red and white, and he was the oldest at 7.5 years old.
And, we have three females who are all black and white.

One of the females, who was also the youngest of our dogs, was 2 years old at the time that our beloved male died unexpectedly. This little girl was the daughter of our male. She was born through an accidental litter.

When his daughter was born, her mother and all of the other puppies from her litter would not bother with her. Her mother refused to nurse her, her litter mates literally left her alone. My male however, would often cuddle with her and he would lick specifically; her little eyes.

So, I would feed her with a tiny bottle, I would hold her and carry her around, and at night, I would rest her in the crook of my neck where she would fall asleep and where she would be throughout the night.
 

A few weeks had gone by and this little girl was growing fast. She was twice the size of all of the other puppies and I noticed that when I would put this little girl down, she would not walk.
She would instead roll over on her back and cry. I'm one to spoil my dogs and so I would pick her up and carry her around, every day and all day. 

Her preferred position was always on her back in my arms, where I would calm her by rubbing her little belly. It soothed her tremendously.

When she was 8 weeks old, my little girl was huge compared to all of the other puppies. She looked like the size of a three month old Newfoundland or a little bear cub, despite that she is an American Pitbull Terrier. She looked like a little black and white bear. So, I named her Panda Bear.

I was concerned for her size and the fact that she refused to walk, and made a mental note to ask the Vet at their check up if my little girl could have Acromegaly, which is gigantism. I knew the chances of her having this were close to none, but I love my dogs and I want to make sure they are all OK.

 At 8 weeks old, we brought the litter to the Vet for a health check up and to get their shots.

One by one the Vet was checking them from head to paws, giving them their shots and all was OK, until the Vet got to my little girl. 

The Vet patted my baby, she made comment on her size and when she began to check her little eyes, the Vet immediately said; "this puppy is blind". 

I was shocked. But, it now made sense why my little girl refused to walk, why she preferred to be on her back; it gave her security, why her mother and her litter mates would have nothing to do with her and it explained why my male would often lick her little eyes.

He knew. 

Our Vet told us that we had to make her walk, and to stop carrying her around because she had to learn how to navigate on her own. The Vet also told us that although very small, there was a very small chance that her eyesight with time, could become a little bit better. 

The Vet also told us that she did not believe that she had Acromegaly, she was just a big girl.

The families came to pick up their new puppies, and we decided to keep my little girl. To be honest, I was afraid to place her with anyone due to her handicap. I knew that I could take care of her, I knew that from the time she was born, I was the person who took care of her and who she had come to know would sooth her, and so she became a member of our family.

So, despite that my little girl did not look blind, she was and we now had to find ways to make her walk and how to help her learn how to get around in her world of darkness. 

The first few days did not go well at all. 

I would put her down and she would just cry and cry. It broke my heart to see her all by herself sitting in a room just crying. She would cry, and when she didn't get the reaction from me that she wanted, she would throw herself on her back, kicking her little legs, because in the past, she knew I would come to her, pick her up and I would rub her little belly soothing her into sleep.

Needless to say, the first few days did not go well. I had a real hard time just leaving her on the floor, so, I would, I'll admit, pick her up, carry her around and I would sooth her. But, these were in between leaving her on the floor more and more often. 

When my little girl was four months old, it became difficult if not impossible to carry her around anymore because she was getting too big, her size never slowed and at this point, she weighed just under 65 pounds. So, carrying her around wasn't an option anymore. 

She learned however that she could still be soothed with a belly rub, if she climbed onto the couch and got onto her back. 

It would take us nine long months to teach my little baby and for her to have the confidence to walk through a doorway thresh hold, and it would take another two months to teach her how to walk up and down stairs. 

Teaching her how to walk up and down the stairs was a challenge. Not so much for the trek up the stairs, but getting her back down inevitably resulted in a face plant. 

She would climb to the top of the stairs (what a good, brave girl), then when it came time to come back down, she would start off slowly with me stepping on each stair, until she would be half way down and somehow she became top heavy I guess, and each step became quicker and she couldn't quite slow herself down towards the bottom, and there she would be... face planted into the wall at the bottom of the stairs. 

We ended up piling up a bunch of pillows between the wall and the stairs for a couple of weeks and until she could do this without face planting. 

At this point, my little girl had finally been accepted by her mother for sometime now, who now often cuddles with her and cleans her the way dogs do. And my little girl is accepted by our other female who wrestles and plays with her daily. 

My little girl is now almost out weighing her father, despite that he doesn't wrestle or play with her too much, I think due to her size, there he is; still every now and then licking her eyes as he stops while passing by her in the living room. 

As time went on, I began to notice that my male (Ty) was getting a bit of a belly. This was odd for him because he was the typical; muscular, defined, solid and tight American Pitbull Terrier. I remember making a silly comment to him one day while he was sitting next to me on the couch and I was ... rubbing his belly.

I said; "Hey little buddy, your gettin' old huh, you're gettin' a belly". 

At the time, I made a mental note of it because to me this potbelly came out of nowhere. 

A month or so went by, he did not seem to be gaining anymore weight and other then sleeping more often, he seemed fine, so the potbelly thing was no longer a concern of mine. 

A couple of weeks later, I came home from work and as I'm getting out of my truck, I can hear my dogs howling for me. They do this every time I get home. My male starts the crowd going until they are all in a full blown howl, until I walk through the door.

I got inside and my mom ( my dogs granny nanny) told me that my male had been coughing, and she thought that maybe he had eaten something or had something stuck in his throat. 

I checked him out, he seemed fine other then coughing a few times. Maybe allergies I thought. 

Well no one could have predicted what would happen and so quickly.

The next day, he is coughing more. I call my Vet and she tells me to give him Coconut oil to sooth his throat and I could give him Benadryl if he needed it, because it may be allergies. So, I go out and buy some Coconut oil and I began giving it to him. It seemed to help the first couple of days. So, I continued to give it to him and I kept Benadryl on hand.

The only thing different that I noticed was that he was following me around the house and into the bathroom, something he hasn't done in a long time.

After a week of this, one night while laying on the couch, I notice that he is laying behind my mothers recliner (odd) and I hear him breathing. 

That's concerning and so I call to him and he comes out but he is breathing heavier than normal. I call to my son and my son decided to take him out to get fresh air. 

He went out with my son, but he didn't want to walk. He just stood in the same spot and was breathing heavy. So, my son went to take him back in, but he refused to walk up the stairs. 

My son had to pick him up and carry him into the house. 

Now in through the door, which you can see from across the room where I was on the couch, my son unhooked his leash and my dog immediately tried to come to me.

But, as he quickly walked through the thresh hold between the entry way and the living room and literally five feet from me, he suddenly stopped, stared at me, I heard the slight sound of a pop, his body jerked to one side and he fell over with all four of his legs stretched out stiff. 

In panic, I screamed for my dog, followed by screaming for my son, who had just left the room. 

I ran to my dog, but he was gone. In an instant, my baby was gone.

There was a puddle of fluid that was getting bigger and bigger coming out of his mouth while he lay motionless on the floor. 

Eventually we learned that my dog died from undiagnosed congestive heart failure. 

The potbelly, the coughing and finally his labored breathing were all because of an undiagnosed illness. The fluid that spilled out of his precious mouth, was from his lungs, which had been filling, causing him to have a hard time to breath. 

He was two months shy of being 8 years old, at the time that he died. 

My son gently wrapped him in my baby boy's blanket, and we took him to my Vet, I wanted him to be cremated.

The next day, we noticed that our three female dogs were laying together in a pile in the living room. My son snapped the following picture with his cell phone of Panda Bear, because at that moment, she looked different...

This is Ty's daughter, and yet it isn't...his daughter Panda Bear is black and white (see below) and at this point she weighs 120 lbs. and she is bigger than her father.

You can clearly see that the dog in the picture, who is supposed to be his daughter (Panda Bear) is the same exact color of and looks just like her father Ty, who passed away one day earlier.

At the time that the above picture was taken, my baby boy Ty had passed away the night before and was at the Vet wrapped in his blanket. Yet, here he is in this image that was taken in our living room the day after he died. This picture is of his daughter (Panda Bear) resting her head on one of our other females, but she looks just like him!

The picture to the left shows how different Ty and Panda Bear look from one another. There is an obvious difference.

How can Ty be in the above picture that was taken after he died?

But, once again, the strangeness doesn't stop there.

Two weeks had gone by. I now have my baby boy's ashes in my living room. When my son and I had come home one afternoon from the grocery store and got out of the truck, we immediately heard our dogs howling like they always do.

But, you can actually hear four dog howling and the distinct sound of my baby boy's howl!

Each of our dogs has a different type of howl and a different tone to their howl. Ty was the one who usually got them all going.

My son and I stopped in our tracks and looked at each other. Oh my God, you can actually hear "Ty" I said. My son looked at me and he said; "Ma, listen, you can actually hear him howling, his howl", "How friggen strange is that?" he said.

When we got inside, the dogs stopped howling as usual but my mom ( our dogs granny nanny) had her hand covering her mouth and her eyes were welled up in tears.

My baby boy was my mom's companion and she took it as hard as I did when he died. 

She said that she could hear my baby boy's howl distinctly too. She said she watched all three dogs start howling but, she could hear Ty's howl distinctly. 

Today, my baby boy Ty doesn't show up in anymore pictures, but when we come home, the dogs still howl and we can still hear Ty's howl. 

Its gotten to the point that at times when my son and I come home together, we get out of the truck and upon hearing the dogs howl, my son inevitably say's;" Hi Ty, we can hear you too buddy", "Thanks for letting us know you're here". 

I used to get annoyed sometimes when they would howl, because I thought it may have aggravated our neighbors, but now I look forward to it.

The following year, during a routine check up with the dogs, it was discovered by the Vet that my not so little girl Panda Bear, Ty's daughter, her eyesight has been almost 100% restored! 

Crazy right? But true!!

This is his daughter today...

 

        

Today, she weighs 130lbs. She is fifty pounds heavier than her father and she is 1/2 inch shorter than he was. And she still prefers to be on her back getting her belly rubs. In fact, she will still cry to get them!!

The Brain Killers: A Shaman and The NH Secret Medicine Man, Disguised As A Native American "Storyteller"

Now, it is 2009. In October we had moved out of our farm and into a ranch in Bow, NH. Hopefully leaving the demonic forces behind.  My oldest daughter is now married, my second daughter is in college, my third daughter will be turning eighteen in eight months, my youngest daughter will be sixteen and my youngest son will be turning eleven, four months after we move into the new house.
(Back story can be found in my book "No One Would Believe It" titled "The Epitome of Strange)"

My husband and I are business owners of an IT company, and so we were pretty busy as this point.

On May 19, 2009 my husband received a phone call just past supper time.

I remember this because it was late in the afternoon and we were both sitting on our bed when the call came in.

It was an employee of one of our clients claiming that the server was down and she needed him to go out and fix it.  The business that required help was not a 24/7 business that was calling for help, so my husband tried providing the woman with phone support to walk her through the process of fixing the issue, but no matter what he told her to do, she just couldn't fix the problem. 

My husband rolled his eyes at me and shook his head, and he told her that he would be out first thing in the morning to fix it.  

After hanging up, my husband told me that she was not happy about his decision, she pushed for him to go out immediately despite that her office was closed, but he insisted that he would go in the morning.  It was not considered an urgent problem, as would have been if her office was one of our doctor or dental offices. 

The office she worked for was a tiny non-profit office that had maybe 4 or 5 work stations total. It wasn't a big deal.

My husband had remarked to me that this woman had been a pain in his ass, was kind of on the weird - out there side, and had to be an idiot to not be able to do what he was telling her to do over the phone. The next day, my husband got up, took his shower, got dressed and out the door he went to fix the problem from the night earlier. 

On his way out the door, he kissed me, he put a cross on my forehead like we all do and said: “I'll see you and the kids at the office later”.  Often times, the kids and I would go to the office after I picked them up from school.

Today, May 20, 2009 would be different and it would change our lives forever. I just didn't know it at the time.

I got home from picking the kids up and the red light on my answering machine was blinking, meaning there were messages.

I played back the messages, but there was only three calls of someone breathing, like labored breathing and making weird noises.  I looked at the caller ID and it only showed calls placed from my husband's cell phone.  

But, I thought it was a fluke, perhaps prank calls that were not logged on the caller ID, and I didn't think much of it because I did not receive any calls from my husband on my cell phone.

I immediately tried calling my husband to no avail. So, we went to the office as planned but he wasn't there. I called him again and again but he didn't answer and he never called me back. So, of course now I'm getting worried.

The kids and I drove back home to our house in Bow, got out of the car and went in and literally ten minutes later, my husband pulled into the garage.

He came into the house and immediately headed for the bedroom. I followed him and asked him if everything was OK.

He said yes, that he was just tired and needed to sleep. It was really odd. Not that he headed for the bedroom, but because he literally went directly to sleep.  I understood why he would be tired, the poor guy was running our business and despite my protests; working a 3rd shift job in Lexington Mass on the  weekends.

So, it was quite reasonable that he was tired.

That man slept for two days getting up only to go to the bathroom and to drink water.

I kept checking on him, but at the time, I figured that all of the work he was doing was finally catching up to him.

When he finally woke up, woke up, he and I had driven together to Concord to stop at one of his clients dental office.

Upon driving home we were heading up Logging Hill Rd in Bow and just as we passed the elementary school, my husband said something very spontaneous and quite disturbing to me.

He said; “Hey hun, when we go through with our suicide pact, I'll be sure to add these people, and he pointed to the school to my list and take them out too". I was completely taken back by this, and I asked him to reiterate what he had just said.

Suicide pact? Adding people to his list? What list? This made absolutely no sense. If you knew my  husband, this was not something he would ever come out with.  Could I have heard him wrong, I thought?

No, he repeated it, and when he saw my reaction he said, “I'm just kidding, as if I would take anyone out or even have a list”.

OK, but what about a suicide pact? I said. He said, “Hun, I'm just kidding, it was a joke”.

 I swear to God, this was the very first very peculiar thing that I noticed, that would become a part of extremely unusual behavior by my husband before the culmination of  extraordinary, life altering events. 

We got home, there I am still thinking about what he said. We went into the bedroom to change and I asked him again about what he had said in the car and … He had zero memory of it.

I shit you not, the man refused to believe what he had said to me only ten minutes earlier.

This wasn't a "I'm going to pretend I never said it" kind of thing,  he was completely confused. That night, I made a nice Lasagna dinner with salad and freshly baked dinner rolls.

We were all sitting around the table and my husband says to one of the kids; “Hey, pass me the talking stick would ya”. We all stopped and kind of looked at him, and he said; “you know, the talking stick, my turn to talk, get it?" The kids thought it was funny and it was passed off as him just being silly.

At the time, I did not realize on any level, the importance of what he just said until a couple of weeks  later.

Now, it was Sunday night and my husband had asked me to drive him to Lexington Mass for his weekend 3rd shift job. He was tired and wanted to sleep on the way. I agreed and my youngest daughter wanted to come for the drive.  I would drive back in the morning to pick him up when his shift was done. My husband asked me to put on “white noise” on the radio so he could sleep.  

My youngest daughter and I had made him a comfy bed in the way back of the SUV so he would have more room to sleep.

He climbed into his make shift bed and he said; “Hun, I'm sorry that I have you and (he said my youngest daughters name) out here on a Sunday driving me to work, you guys should be all comfy and cozy, in our home, you don't deserve this” he said.  He then asked if I could wake him when we got off the exit to his work and I agreed.

I didn't mind taking him, at least I could make him comfortable before he went into work was my thought.  I kissed him and put a cross on his head (our family always did this with each other), he curled up to go to sleep and I got in the drivers seat and started my trek to Lexington Mass.

We got off the exit to his work and I began waking him, calling his name. He finally sat up as we arrived in the parking lot to his work.

He got out of the SUV and gave both my daughter and I a kiss and a cross on the forehead and sad; “drive safe, be aware of your surroundings and call me when you get home”.  As usual I said ; “OK Hun I will” and we waited for him to get inside the building before leaving.  

I don't know, I'm like that whether it be him or my kids. I always wait until they get in wherever I would bring them.

On third shift, aside of one maintenance person, my  husband would be the only other person in this dark, three story building.

We watched him go through the door (it was a glassed in entryway on the first floor). From the glassed entryway, you could see all of the way up to the second floor to the top of the stairs. What my husband did when he entered the building, was very disturbing. Frightening really. 

My youngest daughter and I saw my husband swipe his company ID card to get into the building and he started to walk up the stairs when something suddenly terrified him. He almost fell back down the stairs, he fell back into the door that he just walked through, which was now closed behind him and he pushed his body, like squished it up against the wall with his arms extended on both sides of his body, as if to flatten himself against the wall.  

He had the look of absolute terror on his face as if something was coming down the stairs at him. But there was nothing there.

My youngest daughter and I began yelling to him, yelling and yelling and when he finally heard us, he looked at us confused as if he didn't know who we were.

I started to get back out of the SUV when all of a sudden, he lifted his arm and waved us to leave with an angry look on his face.

I didn't want to leave, to me it seemed like he was seeing something that we couldn't see, but he just kept waving us on to leave. What the hell was that I thought?  If I didn't know any better, I would have believed that my husband was hallucinating something. 

So, we left. But, as soon as I took the on ramp to go home, I called him to ask what had just happened. My husband again had zero memory of what had just happened and he now believed that I was trying to make him think that he was losing his mind.

He literally had no memory of what he just did. Over the phone, he was clearly upset and told me that there was no way he would have done that, asked me why I thought he would even do that, and if he did, he definitely would have remembered.  

After this incident, and he is now home, my husband would arbitrarily ask me things like if I still loved him, if I thought the kids loved him. He was coming out with odd questions and making strange statements. 

A couple of days had gone by and I was sitting on the bed putting socks on and my husband was emptying his pockets onto the bureau when he said; “Hey hun, I just want you to know that I'm sick in a way that no doctor can help me”. 

I asked him what he meant and I told him that we needed to get him to a doctor because he was really worrying me.  He told me that he had been shitting slime green, like sludge for over a week, and that he knows his memory is rapidly going.

 He told me that he couldn't go to a doctor because they would think that he was crazy (my husband didn't like to go to any doctor, and he always feared mental health doctors especially ). I told him that we needed to at least find out why he was shitting slime if anything, because it wasn't normal. But, he would not agree to go to the doctor even when I begged him. 

I made dinner as usual and when it came time for bed, he said to me; “ Hun, if I end up in a wheel chair drooling on myself, will you stay with me and take care of me or will you take the kids and leave me?”

I was really concerned for him, but I told him; “ Hun, till death do us part, you know this”. I then kissed him good night and put a cross on his head.

God as my judge, I did not know that, that would be the last time that I would kiss, see or speak to the man who I knew and who I had been married to for almost 30 years,  I woke the next morning, it is now June 20, 2009 and my husband was no where to be found. 

I tried calling him to no avail. So, I have no idea at what time he left or why he left. During my calls to find him which seemed like an hour, he came home,  into the house from the garage and frantically began packing his things in a brown paper bag saying that he had to get his things and leave.

I'm in a tizzy, worried about him and trying to talk to him about what is going on, but it was like talking to a complete stranger. He was accusing me of beating him and my children for years and that he needed to get out and to be in a healthy situation.

When I tell you that I had no idea of what was going on, that was putting it mildly.

He then went and grabbed our young son and told him to pack his things. He told our son that he would never see his mother again, he couldn't because his mother has been abusing all of them and he needed to quickly take him away from the abuse. now before it was too late. My young son began to cry and said he wanted his mother, but my husband forced him by the neck, into the garage and into his car, saying now he didn't need to pack anything, that they had to leave now.

I'm completely frantic, trying to get to my son, not understanding what was going on, and my son is now screaming for me like someone chopped his arm off.

My husband starts saying that I wouldn't understand. He said that an angel came to him and told him that he had no choice but to leave. And, he sped off.

Oh my God, we have been married for almost 30 years, were a catholic church going, Rosary praying family, my husband who never believed in divorce, I had never slapped my kids or my husband let alone abuse them.  No, I knew something was terribly wrong.

I placed at least ten calls to my husband with no response, everything happened so fast, I was in a whirl wind.

I finally placed my last call to him, I left him a message  telling him that if he did not bring my son home to me immediately, that my son will be brought home by the police. I didn't know what else to do. I demanded that he call me ASAP or I was calling the police.

My husband immediately had my son call me to tell me that he was coming back home and he did, he literally dropped him off in the driveway and sped away.

From here, I did not know what to do about my husband or how to help him. I knew something was terribly wrong, but I was at a complete loss.

After my son was dropped back off, I got him settled in, comforted him and let him know everything will be OK, I got him a snack and I put Sponge Bob on for him.

I knew that my husband was acting odd, he was coming out  with and making strange statements and later not remembering, he was shitting slime green sludge, he was hallucinating and later not remembering.  What was going on? Whatever this was, it's onset was rapid. 

To me, something had happened. Could someone have done something to him and he not remember that too? I started a thorough investigation, starting with phone records to see if there was any phone numbers that I didn't recognize, new numbers or people that he had met. I knew something was terribly wrong, but I couldn't help but remember May 20, 2009 and the phone calls that my husband had made home on our answering machine of labored breathing and making noises and how I couldn't reach him the whole day.

And I remembered how my husband had our “house” phone number as #1 on his speed dial in his cell phone because my cell phone at that time had such poor reception in Bow.

So, maybe something happened to him on May 20th and in panic he hit #1 on his cell phone as an emergency call to me and because I wasn't home, he was trying to leave a messages for help. I was going nuts trying to figure out what was going on with my husband. None of this was normal.  

I started right there in May 2009 on the phone records (his cell phone and the house phone records) and I went in both directions forward and backward and I found some things that would lead me down a seriously disturbing path. 

What you are about to read is absolutely, 100% true and accurate. 
It is all documented in court documents, in statements, in phone records, texts, FB postings,
flyers and in email.

I say that at this point due to the substance of what you are about to read.

 No one would ever believe that this could happen, but it did. 

It was no secret that my husband and I had money, our kids were all in private schools and enrolled in Karate, our house was valued at $750K, we both drove a newer  SUV and he a 5 series BMW. We had put in a sport court for the kids, we were blessed. He could easily take trips to China to train with Monks. We were comfortable and he didn't need his job in Lexington, Mass. He chose it because he was always fearful that our abundance could change and he wanted a good life for all of us. 

Well, do you remember the woman who had practically begged my husband to go out to her office to fix a server issue  after closing?

The woman he said was a pain in his ass, a weirdo and who had to be an idiot? 

One of the first things that I had noticed was a new phone number attached to a text message on the phone records. This phone number was not a number that had been anywhere on any of our phone records, I certainly did not recognize it and it wasn't a client. I googled the number and found that the same woman who begged my husband to go fix her server, had texted him.

I knew it was from her, from her name that I found online through her phone number. The text message read: “Please, please join us tonight, please tell me that you are coming?”, "You can't just keep saying no".

My husband's response to that text is as follows: “ Thank you for the many invites, but I really need to decline”.

I found out on google that she was a native American Shaman and she was hosting native American “Talking circles” at her home in Salisbury NH and at a Hypnosis Studio in Concord NH.

Now it made sense to me when my husband said to the kids; “Pass the talking stick”. He was joking about these circles that this woman was desperately trying to get him to attend.

This begs the questions why was she trying so hard to get my husband to go to her circles? Why my husband?  

This woman hosted these “Talking circles” and on every night that she held them beginning in April 2009, she would call my husband from her employers office.  

When I saw the number of calls placed from this clients office and matched them each to the dates the woman held her circles, it became clear; this must be what my husband meant when he said she was a pain in the ass I thought.  

Her employer, a small non profit which was our client rarely called us, this was in their contract because they couldn't afford full time IT service and didn't need it, so, they would only call once a month if needed and it was always the supervisor that would call, not an employee.

Come to find out, the woman was hosting these "circles" with some old, dirty looking big bellied guy who was teaching native American traditions, was a self proclaimed storyteller, and holding his own native American “ceremonies”.  I had noticed that just before she had began contacting my husband, on FB she had openly contacted this dirty looking guy and she told him that she had “someone” who they could use their circles on and that she wanted to have the circles at her house and the hypnosis studio.

The old grubby guy agreed. I now suspected that she was referring to my husband as the "someone" who they could use the circles "on".  But what does the “on” in her messages mean?

How do you use a talking circle "on" someone I wondered?

I remembered one day,  in early May my husband and I went grocery shopping together at Market Basket on Forte Eddy Rd. in Concord. 

When we got to the produce section, a dirty looking, fat, old man came over and approached my husband as if he had known him or had met him before, because he said “Hey (and he used my husbands name) remember me?”, “How have you been?”.

At that time, my husband quickly directed this dirty old guy away from me, which wasn't so unusual given how protective of me and his kids he used to be.

My husband had a fast conversation with him before returning to me.

When he came back over to me, I asked my husband who “that guy was” because this guy was not someone that my husband would normally hang around with and I knew he wasn't a client. It seemed odd to me. The guy was dirty looking, grubby and creepy and he had what was probably at one time a white beard but it was yellow dingy looking.

My husband said; “ He's nobody that I want you or my family around”, “ He's no one”.

I didn't think much of it at the time and I blew it off. Big mistake on my end as you will see.

From what I could gather, through research, these two people, the woman from the office (who was a native American Shaman) and this grubby old fat man (who was a storyteller and taught native American tradition and ceremonies) had been repeatedly pestering my husband to join their circles as they had planned, but my husband kept refusing.

Then together, it seems that they created a plan...

There was never a “server” that went down, when she called about needing help when her office was closed. The woman was trying to get my husband out to her for another reason. (I might mention here that I would later find out that running into the grubby old fat guy at Market Basket was no coincidence).

I remembered that my husband went out to fix the alleged server issue the following day on May 20, 2009 and had left our house at almost 10:00am.

I saw that Phone records indicated that the woman was  calling my husband from our clients office beginning at 10:15am and repeatedly all the way until 10:30am.

My husband must have arrived at her office after 10:30am. And beginning just before 11am, my husband had left three messages on our “house” phone of heavy breathing and making noises, he was unreachable all day and slept for days after he got home.

I then noticed another phone number that I was able to trace back, to that dirty, old fat man through googling the phone number, that he had placed a number of calls to my husband beginning twenty minutes before my husband finally came home. I suspected that because they had tried so hard to get my husband to attend their circles, and that they had targeted my husband between them, that they did something to my husband.  

Clearly, this was why he was shitting green slime sludge, making odd statements, why he said his memory was rapidly going and why he was hallucinating. But, what did they do and why did they do it specifically to him?   

Mind you, that I had no contact with my husband after he left in June 2009, absolutely none (I still haven't and its 2022).

One month after he made those calls home on May 20, 2009, after he was exhibiting strange, alarming behavior, asking if his family still loved him, if I would leave him if he ended up in a wheel chair drooling on himself, hallucinating, shitty slime green sludge and stating that his memory was rapidly declining, and stating that he was sick in a way that no doctor could help him, my husband left because an angel told him to on June 20, 2009  And I have had no contact with him since. 

It wasn't until I was able to track down the woman's address in Salisbury NH (which was public information plastered on online flyers that she had created for her Talking circles ) that on a whim, I took a ride to try and locate my husband. 

Sure enough, that was where my raised strict Catholic, pray the Rosary, protective of his family husband of 30 years and who never believed in divorce, was suddenly staying. 

He was staying at the woman house, the woman who kept hounding him to go to her circles, and who he said was a pain in his ass and had to be an idiot not to be able to follow his instructions.  

The next thing I know, our household bills stopped being paid, I received a letter indicating that I could no longer have access to our banks accounts and my husband had filed for divorce, and in court documents claimed that we had been planning on getting a divorce for a long time which couldn't be any further from the truth. 

After being locked out of our bank accounts, I was now being legally accused of taking over $22,000, then $24,000, then $26,000 from the accounts I had been locked out of, and legally being accused of assaulting the woman (whom I had never even met) and I was legally being accused of stalking her for weeks, after my SUV had been repossessed and I had no car. 

She literally filed a bunch of false police reports against me which took me months to clear my name and to get them all dismissed.

I had never even met this woman. I had only recently found out about her, Why was she making up so many lies about me?  This was happening, all during a time that we lost our home, lost my SUV and we (my two younger kids and I) were living on the floor in my mom's one bedroom apt in Derry eating peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast lunch and dinner because I had no money, and we are all suffering severe emotional trauma trying to figure out what happened so quickly that changed our lives so drastically.

Then it finally occurred to me: thousands of dollars missing? False accusations and police reports?

Now its all beginning to make sense... $ MONEY $

They had targeted my husband because of our money. But, what exactly did they do to my husband?

More on what they did to him shortly, because I feel compelled to explain everything before hand since I was met with nothing but bullshit from anyone I contacted every single time I tried to get help for my husband.

Believe it or not, during all of the hearings, it was the woman who the marital master (who has since been disrobed) had allowed to fill out and notarized all of OUR financial documents for the court and  SPEAK FOR my husband at the hearings etc., all while  I was jumping up and down trying to get help for him and pointing out that something had happened to him caused by her. Is that not the most absurd thing?

Why couldn't my husband speak for himself? Why would the marital master allow this woman to be the one to fill out and notarize our financials? 

We were married for almost 30 years, he's having hallucinations, leaves his wife and kids because an angel told him to, thousands of dollars are missing from our bank accounts, he suddenly moves in with a strange woman who was hounding him for weeks to join her Talking circles.  He leaves alarming messages on our answering machine, suddenly moves in with this strange woman and the court allows HER to speak for him, and to fill out, notarize and submit OUR financials for the court.

To me, this made no sense. There was nothing I could do.  

My first lawyer (who my mom paid for) was paid off to forfeit discovery and to “lose” other documents.  I found this out through my second lawyer who, after being my lawyer for one month had to quit because he and his family started receiving threats.  So, now solo in court, I had to change my focus from trying to get help for my husband, to do some research to find out what it was that they did to him.

These people had control of our bank accounts, all of our passwords to everything, his cell phone, my husbands personal and business email accounts etc.  They literally had complete control over him and he lacked the mental capacity to know it.

They basically poisoned him, abducted him and they were making decisions for him. He lacked any ability to realize it and I was collecting evidence that would prove what they did. 

Bizarre right? Oh it gets better. The strangeness just continues... My third oldest daughter, her boyfriend at the time, my youngest daughter and my son were all home with me during this time one night in Bow and before we had to move out.  My daughter's boyfriend did not believe in super natural things, he just did not believe in any of that kind of stuff. 

So, when my daughter would tell him stories about what we had experienced in our old house, he insisted that there was a rational explanation.

Since living in Bow and before my husband had left, we did not experience any of the demonic things that we had previously experienced.  It was actually quite nice not to have to be worried all of the time about something that could suddenly appear to scare you.

Well, we were all sitting in the living room watching “House” together when out of nowhere the kitchen cabinets started opening and closing faster and faster.

Just then, the house phone rang. It was my oldest daughter. She said; “Ma, its on it's way to your house, it just left my house”, to which I replied; “It's already here”.

In a matter of seconds, my house went from all of us calmly watching “House” to a chaotic nightmare.

Kitchen cabinets slamming, the lights turning on and off, our Bible and nick knacks went flying off the fireplace mantle across the room. My third oldest daughter was tossed onto the hassock  with her body across it bending toward the ceiling like a back bend, my youngest daughter screaming for it to all stop and my son panicking because he felt like he was stuck to the wall and being strangled.

It was total chaos and my daughters boyfriend was going in circles yelling that we had to leave now!

We all grabbed the blankets that were in the living room (throw blankets) and jumped into two vehicles and left for my mom's apartment in Derry, NH.

Of course I called her on our way and told her what was going on. We got there and stayed to my recollection, two days.  However, the day after we got there, I felt that I needed to go back to get some clothes and food (I couldn't expect my mom to feed all of us) but my kids and my daughter's boyfriend did not want me to go alone.

 So, he offered to come with me and he did.

When we got into the house, the house was a complete mess. There was stuff just tossed around and knocked over everywhere.

It was so cold (this was July 2009) you could see your breath in the air and the air felt heavy. It was awful.  It didn't even feel like my home, I was so uncomfortable being there.

My daughters boyfriend told me to quickly grab what I needed, he didn't like being there either and he walked with me down the hallway and to the bedrooms and helped me to get what we needed.

We left to go back to my mom's but I knew in the back of my mind that at some point, we would need to come back. 

We couldn't just stay at my mom's so I dreaded that thought and for a time dismissed it from my mind.

We ended up staying at my mom's for two days and decided to return to my house in Bow. My daughter's boyfriend and I decided that we would set up my video camera on a tripod in the corner of the living room, to get a new battery for the camera because the one that was in it was old, and to just keep it running hoping to catch anything if it happened again because God knows, no one would believe it.

We got a new battery, set the camera up on its tripod and turned it on to record. Everything was going fine up until about 6pm.

The kitchen cabinets started slamming again, the lights began to shut on and off and the camera went up in smoke and fell over. Literally. The video camera was burned up. We all left again to go to my mom's, we couldn't stay in the house any longer.  I'm on the phone with my oldest daughter while we are on our way to Derry and she says; “Ma, its OK, you can go back now, its gone”.

Of course I said; “Hell no, I'm not putting your little sister and brother through that again” and my daughter told me again it was gone. I didn't feel confident enough to go home so we stayed again at my mom's for another two days.

Eventually when we went home,  it really was gone. We had no problems with this thing ever again.

I was relieved, but it was odd how quickly it left and never bothered us again after being bothered by this thing for years.

But the craziness doesn't actually stop there...

One night now in August 2009, after hearing nothing from my  husband for weeks on end, I received an email from who I had reason to believe was from my husband because it was from his email. The email read: “I'm coming by tonight to get the rest of my things”. (This was before my SUV was repossessed and before I lost my home)

So, I'm happy that I finally heard something from him, I emailed him back asking what time was he going to come by.  But, I received no response.

At that point, I took my younger kids out to McDonalds for a shake. A little treat for them to kill some time thinking I did not want my kids to see their father moving the rest of his things out of the house and I  had no idea what time he was coming.

As we left McDonalds on Main St in Concord NH I decided to go get gas.  So, I was on Main St heading toward Penacook to get gas at Cumberland Farm's also on Main St in Concord.

I got gas and took a left out of the parking lot onto Main St. heading back toward the direction of McDonald's.

We got to the down town area (only a couple seconds from Cumberland Farms) after stopping at the traffic lights) and both my youngest daughter and I see my husbands car parked in front of a Hypnosis studio.  

This was extremely odd, because the owner of the Hypnosis studio used to also own a place in Concord on Main St., some new age, occult store and she was a previous Demonologist, who also studied Shamanism. Apparently, according to FB she was very good friends with the woman who my husband was now living with or I really should say; abducted by. 

It was extremely odd however because not too long into the past, my youngest daughter was always intrigued by the occult like store. She would beg her father and I to let her go into the store.  My husband would always tell her to stay away because he believed it to be an “evil” store that sold evil, occult like things. But, that's how my husband was. He wouldn't even allow my kids when they were younger to watch the movie “The Secret Garden” because the kids as part of the movie at some point were in a circle chanting.

And, he wouldn't allow my kids to buy “Sketches” shoes because a commercial had an upside down cross in it. 

This was why this was all the more so shocking to see his car there.

When we saw his car, I pulled over to the right side of Main St. to park. As I parked, the kids and I saw my husband and the woman who he was now living with coming out of the Hypnosis studio hand in hand.

 Oh my God I thought. What the hell is going on here? Why is my husband coming out of a hypnosis studio? 

I know my husband, he did not like hypnotist or anything to do with hypnosis. I remember one night a year or so ago, going to a fair with another couple. At the fair there was a hypnotist asking the audience for someone to volunteer to be hypnotized.  

My friend, knowing my husband, jokingly said to him; "you should go up and volunteer", to which my husband replied there was no way he would volunteer for that. He continued; " why would anyone trust a stranger to hypnotize them, the way the world is today?', "Absolutely not".  

My friend made fun of him in a joking way, and we left the hypnosis stand or area, whatever you want to call it, to go get sausage, green pepper and onion subs.  

So, I knew my husband would in no way be at a hypnosis studio, not willingly anyway, there was just no way. 

So, my youngest daughter and I got out of my SUV (my son stayed in the car) and we walked over to my husband who didn't initially seem to recognize us, then became hostile and put his fists up to fight … our youngest daughter!!  It was heartbreaking and really hard to watch.

How could he do this to his own daughter, his own family I thought? But, there was just nothing there in his eyes. Just blankness.

When he did this to my daughter, I stepped in front of my daughter to protect her and when he raised his fist like he was going to hit me, I punched him square in the face, knocking his glasses off and one of his teeth out.

No one would believe this. I would never, ever normally hit my husband, but I'm not going to sit back and allow him to attack me or my daughter either.

This whole time, the woman had taken a seat on the curb in front of his car.  She literally just sat there as if nothing was going on.

If I were her, I probably would have tried to stop what was going on, at least question what was going on, or question why the guy you are with is attacking a young girl. Maybe ask who we even were?  My pulse definitely would have been moving quickly, I know that much.

No, she casually walked over to the curb, sat down and watched, completely calm, having no reaction.

I grabbed my daughter and we literally walked backwards away from my husband who was clearly out of his mind, and I did not want to have my back facing him.  We walked back into my truck and found my son hiding and sobbing on the floor in the back, terrified of his father. He thought his father was going to come after him next. Absolutely heartbreaking.

We both comforted him and reassured him that nothing was going to happen and we drove back home.

 My husband never showed up to the house, so, on a whim, I went online and created a fake email address and I googled the Hypnosis studio and found their email address.

I emailed them because I wanted their IP address to see if I could match it to the IP address in the email my husband sent me that indicated he was coming over to get the rest of his things.

I did this for a reason.

Sure enough, the next day I received a response email from the Hypnosis studio and I was able to match their IP address to the IP address in the email my husband sent me.

So, he in fact was at the hypnosis studio at the time that he or someone in his email, emailed me stating that he was coming over.

It then occurred to me that I received that email because whoever sent the email to me from my husband's account, knew I had no contact with my husband and that I would stay home waiting to be able to finally see and talk to him if I knew he was coming home to get his things. 

I believe they did this to keep me home, knowing that they would be in Concord and at the hypnosis studio with him instead of in Salisbury.  They didn't want to risk me finding out that they were there with my husband, if by chance I happened to drive by, which ironically I ended up doing anyway.  

The day I was able to match the IP addresses to the email, I went to the court and filed a motion to include the information that I discovered, which unknown to me at the time, would automatically make this woman a party to our case and she would be notified.  In my filing, I did not include any evidence to support my claims. As far as the court was and this woman, after being notified were concerned, it was simply an accusation made by me.

Upon being notified, the woman immediately filed a statement indicating that she had just met my husband, she doesn't hold Native Talking circles, and neither she or my husband had EVER been to the Hypnosis Studio.

Of course this is an out right lie. So, why is she lying about it if she had nothing to hide, right?

Another question; why is she lying about holding Native Talking circles, if she has nothing to hide?

Especially when I have a flyer that she created that not only indicates that she was in fact holding Native Talking circles at her home and at the hypnosis studio, but I have one specifically indicating that on the same night that she and my husband were leaving the hypnosis studio, she was holding a Native Talking circle.

I also had FB messages indicating that the woman and the grubby old man were planning on using them "on" someone, whatever that meant. And now I had a FB message between the woman and the grubby, old man for this specific circle, when he tells the woman that he will bring the "herbs and tobacco".

But, neither the court or she know that I have this evidence, yet.

So at this point... This woman who had never met me, had previously filed false police reports against me, she had no reaction when watching my husband get into a fighting stance against his own young daughter, she lied to the court about holding her "circles" and she's lying to the court about being at the hypnosis studio.  

My husband had been making strange statements, yet having no memory of them, shitting slime green sludge, hallucinating and having no memory of hallucinating, claims there is something wrong with him that no doctor can fix, he said his memory was rapidly going, then he suddenly leaves because an angel told him to, accuses me of abusing him and the kids. Then has no contact with me at all after moving in with the woman, and goes and files for divorce and we have thousands of dollars missing. 

It now becomes obvious that my husband somehow had eaten, drank or ingested something that had caused him to shit green slime sludge, make peculiar statements and to hallucinate. Herbs and Tobacco perhaps? 

If my husband kept declining to go to the woman's circles, then obviously she was able to do something to my husband somehow. And that is were May 20, 2009 comes into play, the day he tried to call home and left messages of labored breathing and noises. The day he went out to fix the server issue that she alleged the night before.

The fact that the woman (who I never met) was filing false police reports and lying about everything makes sense now.  She's trying to hide something right? and she's trying to paint a bad picture of me on paper, to use in court, hence her false reports. I say that because she kept trying to bang on those false police reports despite that they were all dismissed.

So I go and file my response to her bullshit lies, we have a hearing and the marital master said..."none of it mattered".

Huh? I've been trying to get help for my husband, thousands of dollars are being stolen from us, my husband is out of his mind and making extremely strange decisions, not to mention this woman blatantly lied in a court filings and filed false police reports!

 No, the marital master insisted that none of it mattered.

 She refused to allow me to present my evidence or to even look at any of it. She said the most she could do was court order both my husband and myself for a drug test, a physical and psych evaluation. And she did. But guess what?

 I went and did what I was court ordered to do, but my husband did not AND the marital master yet again said during the next hearing; it doesn't matter.  So, what was the point of the court order?

She was either paid off too, or she just didn't want to do her job. It was getting that ridiculous.

OK, so I did more research and found that in NH, one must be licensed to provide herbs etc. to anyone outside of their own family. I went and got a letter from the licensing board that said the woman was not licensed. 

This law was put in place for a reason, and the RSA states the reason a license is required because people can be hurt by the use of certain plants and herbs. The marital master yet again; "It doesn't matter, we are here for a divorce proceeding". 

I told her that I had come to her before this became a divorce proceeding, to get help for my husband, and nothing was done then either.  She literally ignored me and went on to discuss the divorce proceedings with everyone who was in the court room. 

This woman, a marital master wearing an honored black robe, failed my family on so many levels and for two years. Then, when it came to my husband having to pay child support and alimony, he wouldn't or I should say the woman who was in control of everything wouldn't.  He was court ordered to, but just wouldn't pay.  The money was going somewhere, just not to his family.

Eventually (after several hearings) he  (or she) started to actually pay ½ of what he was court ordered to pay. But, it was only being paid every other month or two. Again, where was the rest of it going? Probably with the other thousands of dollars that were missing too, would be my guess.

By the second to last hearing for our divorce, he was in arrears by thousands of dollars. Guess what the good ole marital master did? The clown zeroed out what he owed in child support.  

Tell me that's normal. It's been over and done with for a long time now, I'm not angry about it anymore, but it was the principle of the thing or should I say the strangeness of all of it.

When it came to alimony, three months earlier, the woman who my husband was now living with was arguing (for my husband) that I was not entitled to any alimony (despite our almost 30 year marriage).

At that time, the marital master “took a book off of her shelf and read the law out loud to the court room and indicated that I was entitled to alimony and I was entitled to continue living the life I had been accustom to.

This was the first time that I thought that this marital master was finally going to be fair to me. Fast forward three months and at the next hearing, the marital master said that I was entitled to alimony, but now that she has received “updated” financials (filled in and notarized again by the woman) that indicated that my husband was now “DESTITUTE”, I would receive minimal alimony and only for 1 year.

She completely skirted the law that she herself previously quoted, she completely ignored all of the blatant lies that I tried to prove were lies. I guess all a self employed person has to do is submit a profit and loss in an excel spreadsheet for 3 months, filled out by a proven liar and notarized by the same liar; the woman who had been lying in court and hiding everything she could from the court.

Apparently, the owner of the hypnosis studio, the occult like store, previous demonologist and good friend of the woman who was holding the talking circles, is also ...an accountant, and had helped her with our financials.

It really was a circus. I really feel that the marital master was in on it. I have no other explanation for her behavior during the proceedings that went on for two years. How does a family having obvious wealth for years, suddenly become destitute in under 3 months?

Given everything else, how does a court not at least question anything? The entire time that my divorce was going on, the only contact that my husband would have with me was minimal and through email only.

That's because my husband wasn't the person emailing me, The woman was and this was why he wasn't calling me, she obviously couldn't pretend to be my husband over the phone. My husband's mind was completely incapacitated. 

My husband believed and wrote in court documents that I had been physically abusive to him and my children for years, I had slept with all of the neighbors – in – every – neighborhood – we – had ever -– lived – in, that I had been using him for years for his money, that I would frequently lock my children out of our home and I was negligent etc.

None of this made any sense until I began to realize what had happened to my husband, my soon to be ex husband.

Unfortunately, it would take me a long time to conduct hard research and establish what had actually happened to my husband's mind. 

This meant tracking, screen capturing and watching everything that the woman and her side kick dirty old man were posting online and for many, many months because my husband wasn't the only person or family they did this to come to find out much later. 

This is where it gets even more outlandish. 

Both the woman and the grubby, dirty old man belong to a “secret medicine society” and in native American culture they are called; “Midewiwin”.

A Midewiwin is a medicine man skilled specifically with the properties and use of toxic plants and they are considered the most feared of all types of medicine men, due to their abilities. If you look online and google “Midewiwin” you will almost immediately read that Midewiwin is a religion, but you have to dig deep and talk to elder native Americans to find any real, reliable information about Midewiwin because it is "highly guarded information". 

The fact that these two people belonged to this secret medicine society and were both "Midewiwin” were intentionally hid by them routinely from their co-workers, friends, etc. They tried very hard to hide this fact for a long time and at some points on social media they would even outright deny that they were. One must ask the question why?, Why were they hiding this fact?

Due to my research, I could prove without question that they were members, why are they denying it? Midewiwin can and do terrible, terrible things to people. But, the woman and the grubby old man hid that they were Midewiwin and instead wanted people to believe that they were full of peace and honor, full of love and I quote; "have respect for all people and living things".  

That's why they were constantly boasting about their native American 7 grandfather teachings of love, bravery, honor, respect, truth, wisdom and honesty. Such great qualities for any person to live by right? People who are so full of love, full of respect for people and all living things and are guided by "peace", could never hurt anyone right? Of all people to trust, it should be them right? 

They are nothing more than deceitful criminals that use these words to gain the trust and favor of people. The leader of their secret medicine society was also one of the original founders of the American Indian Movement, which was also known as the American Indian Mafia, due to their organized crime involvement and tactics.

Their leader is dead now. He croaked on or about November 30, 2020. after years of prison, embezzlement, murder, rape and just a lot of criminality. Anyway, prior to his departure from this earth, he had a strong, yet hidden hatred for white people.

Well, not so hidden. The motto of the American Indian Movement was as follows:

 “Pledged to fight White Man's injustice to Indians, his oppression, persecution, discrimination and malfeasance in the handling of Indian Affairs. No area in North America is too remote when trouble impends for Indians. AIM shall be there to help the Native People regain human rights and achieve restitution and restorations”.

 Additionally, in everything negative about the earth that the man would write on FB, he always included “the whites were the cause and were destroying it”. 

 Yet, he would switch his tune in public interviews to reflect a loving, peaceful man, living in honor and caring of all people no matter what color they were or who they were.

Throughout the years he had built himself a very large network of what he called his “chiefs”.  Among his broader network of Chiefs, were a select few who were targeting wealthy people and basically poisoning them with certain toxic plants; herbs and tobacco.  

On FB in messages, he would instruct his chiefs, who are living in many different states, what to do and he would say that it was in the name of all of the injustices and genocide of native Americans by the whites. And, my husband was one of their victims. 

The goal for them was to get quiet revenge on whites and to take their wealth and split up among it's active members.

However, during all of my extensive research, I found out that they were also using their poison on kids in at risk youth facilities and on targeted college kids. One of these truly sad stories is included in my book (No One Would Believe) in the chapter titled "Death On a Mountain".
This too, like what happened to my husband, also happened in NH and just like with my husband, the Midewiwin were involved too.

The poison they use is derived from a toxic plant that causes hallucinations, delirium, elevated body temperature, intestinal issues – green, slimy sludge feces -  vocal cord paralysis, dilated eyes, and its effects on the human brain remove the ability to record anything and in repeated doses, it directly causes permanent memory loss, organic brain damage.

If this poison is administered one time and in a fairly small dose, the victim's mind would be incapacitated, he would have no memory of what happened while they were drugged, and the victim is easily manipulated (they literally do as they are told) and they lack the ability to realize that they are drugged.  Additionally, the victim would outwardly appear “normal” and would generally recover within 3 or 4 days without suffering any permanent issues.

If however, this poison is administered repeatedly and before each dose is allowed to process out of the body of the victim, the victim would then suffer memory loss, lack the ability to realize that something is wrong, can be manipulated to do anything or … could die.

What these reprobates were and are to this day doing, is using a very old Native American Algonquin tradition, but using it to commit crimes.

The Algonquin medicine men (Midewiwin) have a ritual / ceremony of taking the strongest young men in their tribe, locking them in a cage from 21 to 30 days and they would feed them “Wysoccan”, which was the same poison that they are using in the crimes they commit today.

The purpose in their tribe was to erase the memories of the young men, and to rebuild their minds through hypnosis, in effort to make them fearless warriors unafraid of death.

The young men would be returned to the tribe, after what they called "A Rite of Passage", not even remembering their name or even who their own mother was. These reprobates had used this poison previously for crimes and for revenge, when in the 1920's and 1930's they were hunted down by the U.S. Government and the Canadian Government and were put to death, and some who weren't, were put into asylums.

“It appeared as if they could steal the souls from people while they were still alive so as to purposely cause insanity or death”.

People were being abducted by these medicine men and if or when family members found them, the person that was abducted was a completely different person. They were completely unrecognizable by their family  and the abducted family member would not even remember their own family. 

Not recognizing their own family, they would refuse to go back home or acknowledge that anything happened to them. and would choose to stay among the tribe who had abducted them. 

It was quite profound and it scared people. 

In 1978 and with the passage of The American Indian Religious Freedom Act, these reprobates were now able to openly practice their crimes against people undetected and under the disguise of "ceremonies". 

They called their poisonous herbs and tobacco; “sacred”, knowing that most people in our society would never know what their “sacred” plants were or what they were capable of.

Their history of being feared, murdered and put into asylums was all but forgotten. The problem is today, if you tell a judge or the police that your husband, wife or other family member was poisoned with toxic plants that can steal your mind, so the 

This is the reason:

Because back in the day, people in society were afraid at what these medicine men were doing and how they were doing it.

This is historically documented: “It appeared as if they could steal the souls from people while they were still alive so as to purposely cause insanity or death”.

People were being abducted by these medicine men and if or when family members found them, the person that was abducted was a completely different person. They were completely unrecognizable by their family  and the abducted family member would not even remember their own family.  Not recognizing their own family, they would refuse to go back home or acknowledge that anything happened to them. and would choose to stay among the tribe who had abducted them.

It was quite profound and it scared people. 

In 1978 and with the passage of The American Indian Religious Freedom Act, these reprobates were now able to openly practice their crimes against people undetected and under the disguise of "ceremonies". They called their poisonous herbs and tobacco; “sacred”, knowing that most people in our society would never know what their “sacred” plants were or what they were capable of.

Their history of being feared, murdered and put into asylums was all but forgotten. The problem is today, if you tell a judge or the police that your husband, wife or other family member was poisoned with toxic plants that can steal your mind, so the criminals could steal your money, they would ignorantly laugh and brush it off like you were crazy. 

In my case the marital master decided that I was simply “Looking for closure" and "looking to justify why my husband left", as she ignorantly announced to the court room. The marital master literally said with a laugh and I quote; " There is no plant on earth like that, that exists”.

I guess when you are a marital master, you are automatically qualified as a pharmacist, a botanist, a scientist or a chemist, maybe even a medicine man?

How was she qualified to make that judgement?

I personally believe that if I was a woman who was left by her husband for another woman, especially given that it was so sudden, and if  my kids and I were left homeless, no money, no car etc. I'm pretty sure I would have been pissed, I would have likely been vindictive, I would have fought like hell for my rightful share of the split in our divorce, and that includes the money.

Instead I spent the better of the two years in court, fighting to get help for my husband (even before it became a divorce), trying to clear my name from false police reports, I did not fight for anything in the divorce, even when I did have a lawyer in the beginning. I'm pretty sure that if I felt that my husband had actually done this to me, when I finally saw the woman he was with, I would have done my best to make this woman miserable.  

Why on earth would I make up such an elaborate story instead of just sucking it up and accepting that he quickly met someone, cheated on me and moved in with her? It would have been 100 times easier, trust me. My focus was on getting help for my husband, which went ignored repeatedly by people who could have helped. 

A lot of my information came from information that the woman and her dirty, fat, old side kick were posting online, and some of it came from native American elders and from an actual Peruvian Shaman over 3200 miles away and who wrote a statement for me to give to the court, but would not be accepted either. 

So, what exactly are these "Herbs and Tobacco?" The plants or "Sacred herbs" these criminal use contain “Tropane Alkaloids” and come from the following plants: Angel's Trumpet, Jimson weed, Atropa Belladonna and Mandrake. 

 

They mix it with “Asemaa” (native American tobacco) stuff it into a pipe, tell the victim its “Sacred tobacco” and puff, puff away you ignorantly go.

Other times, they have it in a tincture or liquid form and can spike your drink without you knowing.
The poison is odorless, colorless and tasteless and causes green, slimy feces. 

And this is how I believe my husband was drugged; in his drink. He used to carry a Brisk Iced tea with him to his clients. Everyday, he'd have his portfolio bag with his lap top, computer tools and his brisk iced tea.

 It only takes 10 – 15 minutes for the poison to kick in. This explains why I received the calls on our answering machine at the time when I did, and the vocal paralysis, as he left messages of labored breathing and vocal noises, but no speech.

 It also explains the slime green sludge he was shitting, the hallucinations and the odd statements he was vocalizing, but not remembering.

I did not realize, because my husband appeared normal to me, as in he wasn't stumbling around, slurring his words etc., I had no idea at the time that he had been drugged and his mind was incapacitated. He seemed for the most part normal but was exhibiting signs that I would not have known to look for or expect would have indicated that he had been poisoned; strange statements, loss of memory, hallucinations, green sludge shit. 

They poisoned my husband on May 20, 2009 and continued to keep him poisoned (poisoning him repeatedly) for four weeks until they were able to get him to leave,  which was when the angel told him he had to.

They were brain washing him (hypnosis) that I was a terrible person who beat him and the kids for years, that I had been cheating on him with the neighbors, I was using him for his money all these years, and he needed to leave to be in a healthy relationship and environment (the woman) and that he and his wife had been planning on a divorce for some time. 

Once he left, he was staying with the woman who kept the poison in his system and bringing him to the Hypnosis studio for re-programming and that's why he didn't immediately recognize my youngest daughter and me and why he got into a fighting stance against his own daughter.

They were programming him to hate us or more specifically; me, they had to, to get him to leave. And that's where all the false accusations against me came from.  They implanted them and then began filing false police reports to try and substantiate their storyline and build up a terrible picture of me. 

At one point, my younger kids and I saw my husband in the parking lot in Concord where TJ Max is on Loudon Rd. with the Grubby old Midewiwin.  **The Grubby old Midewiwin was taking possession of my husbands guns (my husband had an entire collection). 

In the parking lot you could see my husband handing his own guns, one by one to the grubby Midewiwin who was placing them in his own trunk.  

My husband would NEVER do this.  

What I learned through my research is that once a victims mind is initially incapacitated and they start under-going the brain washing / reprogramming, they become very depressed. They become deeply depressed, because they internally experience their life to be very different from all that they knew.

Of course, none of its true, its information that they are being fed. You see, the memory loss the victim goes through is rapid. Therefore, the victim begins to confabulate much like a person with Alzheimer does; they make up memories to fill in their gaps of memory, and they believe their new memories with conviction.

Except here, the victim is intentionally losing his memory and his memories are intentionally be replaced with lies, and the victim will believe his new memories with conviction. And, the victim is guided to and will obey to "hand over" many things, including their MONEY.

If like me and you end up in court, if the victim himself is saying nothing is wrong, appears normal, and appears that he's making his own decisions, there really is nothing you can do.  

Prove it. Prove that there is something wrong. You can't. 

How, if no one cares or will take you seriously enough to even look at any of your evidence?

That's why they get away with it over and over again. If you aren't able to convince a judge that a plant capable of this exists, how the hell do you convince them of everything else?

You can't and you can't even offer evidence to support your facts, its shut down right out of the gate, it doesn't exist, and none of this matters!!

To be fair, this wasn't a criminal case being tried in court, it was a divorce and so the marital master proceeded as a divorce would.  But, the problem here is that you have someone (me) trying desperately to get help.

I had even gone to her for help before my husband even filed for divorce due to his bizarre behavior, and before I even knew about this woman.  So, no I did not need closure a year later during the proceedings or a reason why he left, I needed help for my husband. I then went to a lawyer to get him help to no avail and finally the police, to no avail.  

 

No one would help.

> This drug is used in Colombia and is called  'Devil's Breath".  There are over 5000 cases  per month in Colombia when this poison is used to rape and rob victims because it incapacitates the victims mind, they have no memory of being drugged and the victim lacks the capacity to realize they are drugged. 

Typically these victims wake up 3 or 4 days later on a park bench, in a parking garage etc. having empty bank accounts and no memory  at all of what happened.

> Poor women in Segovia used to find wealthy men, seduce them and use the poison in a drink, and each day would put small amounts of the poison in their coffee to keep them. 

> This poisoned has been started to be  used as currency on the streets of NY.

> This poison is used in Russia for untraceable  murder.

> There is a hospital in Massachusetts that advocates for rape victims who have been specifically drugged with this poison. 

> It is being used in the U.S. to steal wealth. But according to an ignorant person who could have helped anytime during two years: it just doesn't exist. In fact, a doctor at the Massachusetts hospital told me to ask the judge for and to insist on a comprehensive toxicology drug screen to include specific tropane alkaloids, and for an MRI on my husbands brain.

But, according to the marital master...it just doesn't exist.  

Apparently, the brain damage would show up on an MRI.  But, she (marital master) refused.

This poison and its use for crime is really not a secret. It's just not well known by most people.

To date; 2022, I have not spoken to my now ex husband since June 20, 2009 the day he left. 

His memory of our family, of our marriage and of me specifically, is severely skewed, many he doesn't even remember at all according to our older children and other family members. 

From what I am told, he is no longer the God loving, church going person he used to be, and 11 years after our divorce was finalized, he still bad mouths me, still makes false accusations against me and still believes everything horrible that he says about me and will argue with anyone who knows better or denies it. He's like an Alzheimer's patient clinging on to memories that are not real. 

One cannot “Co-Parent” with a person who you can't speak with or who constantly ignores you, your calls, your emails or text messages. It was a huge problem when he had visitation with our younger children because he would share his new memories with them, call me names to them and eventually it severely interfered with he and his kids having any relationship at all. I would receive arbitrary emails every now and then from his email address that stated he was going to with  hold his child support, yada yada yada. And he would or she would. 

But, his child support payments were out of my hands and in the hands of child support services who eventually had him arrested for not paying. But, that was just something else he could use to bad mouth me to our kids;  he called and told our kids that I had him arrested, not understanding that it had nothing to do with me.  At that point I had given up on child support anyway, I had written it off.  

My now ex husband would have nothing to do with our son specifically, for months on end, and then all of a sudden I would get an email filled with more accusations about me being a horrible parent and person. Then a year would go by, he would have nothing to do with our son all year long. I would again receive an email with bunch more of ridiculous accusations and I would be told that I was intentionally keeping him (my now ex husband)  “out of the loop”.

I would always tell my kids that no matter what, they should see their father and maintain a relationship with  him, because he is their father.  But, my ex husband would destroy the very thing that I was trying to keep in tact and salvage; his relationship with our kids. He was destroying it himself, yet blaming me.

He would tell the kids (and still does) that I purposely fill their heads with lies and that I keep them from him, despite that I was doing the opposite;  I would defend him and urge the kids to see him and or call him. The toll it all took on all of our children is beyond measure.  

That's all I am willing to say about that.

The second part to this story (no, it doesn't end here) can be found in my book "No One Would Believe It in a chapter titled "Backed Into A Corner". 

You really wouldn't believe how far these animals would go. Also, in the same book, in chapter titled **"Death On a Mountain", the same animals strike again.