Somewhere Over The Rainbow.................... sky's are blue.

After one files a formal police complaint, internal affairs conducts their investigation. I received several letters stating that the investigation was on-going, living at the address I had given to I.A's. One day the letter carrier knocked at the door and asked for me to show ID upon delivering my mail. I said, why? This letter carrier explained that he was new to his job and need to know that the name on the mail actually lived at this address!? I was none the wiser then, but I did see this same letter carrier 8 years later, delivering a government letter to my new address. That government letter was a decision NOT to approve financial assistance for something, I can't recall what. But, It was a denial, hand delivered by you know who! Strange coincidences started right from day one, being set up as a target of false identity, for sale and trade by corrupt police. It was that first year 1994, when I was at a friend of a new friends home, when someone popped in a video (for only 3 seconds, before the home owner ran up to the machine and turned it off) of what appeared to be an unconscious (sleeping) caucasian woman with long dark hair, having sex in an unconventional position??? Years later and some what wiser to what was happening to me, there was a raid at the condo complex of those very people. However, the raid investigators had the wrong unit number and by the time they went to the right house, the tenants had moved!? I had an ear operation in 1996. This was to be the best day of my life! As a struggling songwriter/sound technician hearing is very important. However, the 20 minute day operation had some 'complications'. First I had an argument with an' assistant' while on the operating table. I had felt some liquid roll down the side of my neck. It was a natural reaction for me stop the spillage running down my neck. The assistant yelled,"Dr',contamination". I was to leave the hospital shortly after the operation, that took me years to find an ENT who knew what the problem was. So you can imagine my enthusiasm for recovery. Well, I couldn't leave the hospital. I couldn't walk or stand up, I was suffering from severe vertigo, and vomiting, which landed me an over night stay. I was placed in a room with 3 other women, who the next day told me that I had kept them up all night!? I recalled right away a strange,fuzzy dream, and that I was crying out, 'I don't want to die'!??? That next morning waiting to be discharged, there stood in the room two women? Talking to themselves and to no one else in the room!? They talked of how it must feel to be in a hospital and have no one come to visit!!! A year or two later I saw in the evening news, police asking for the public help, that if anyone knew of two people walking into a hospital pretending to be Dr's.!?! I didn't clue in at that time. It has been over time, that I can connect the dots. However, I have been living with no body of authority to report crime to. What 'they' did to me that night in the hospital, I have no Idea. But the ear operation was a 'success'(?), however the dysfunction I still suffer from was unclear to the ENT, as all follow up tests were negative. I have so many coincidences and unexplained pain. Like waking up with a fractured tail bone, a protruding sliver of bone from a finger etc... Having been told more then once that medical clinics, upon running my health card through the system were instructions to call my local police. As they had me listed as a missing person?! NOT! This was to follow my health care and intimidate dr's to treat me with anti-psychotic medicine if I talked about being a victim of organised rape! Around 2004-05 a warehouse that stored thousands of British Columbians health records and records from social service,WERE STOLEN!??? The BC Government reassured the province that there was no need for alarm. I guess they had everything under 'their' control! Listed as a missing person, to make it look like I was my falsified record/reputation. Shortly after making that complaint in'94, I had a falling out with my mother. She and I had always had a shaky relationship, one reason, my father was a womanizer. Two, my father always introduced me as his girlfriend. There was no incest, as I know I lost my virginity to a boyfriend. However, I can presume that my fathers dysfunctional mentality angered my mother, and probably made for an unstable relationship between her and I. My brother became the favorite, and more then likely had his ear full of the verbal pains from my mother, over her own unstable relationships. I suspect the difficulties between my mother and I, made for a nasty out look from my brother towards me. I haven't had a brotherly relationship from about the age of 17-18. This was my brothers choice, and condone by my parents. Why? They lacked good communication skills,and lived a self serving lifestyle. My father at the least was agnostic by ignorance and my brother chose to be atheist. My mother was raised catholic, thank God. Upon her marriage to my father, they committed to raise their children catholic. I don't practise Catholicism today, but I really appreciate going to Catechism classes at age 10. This is where I learned and fell in love with Jesus. My parents had several unstable, dysfunctional relationships with their siblings, maybe my brother thought this was the norm? What ever! One day the summer of '94, I drove by my mothers apartment to say hello, I was in the neighbourhood and needed to use her bathroom. I had once lived at this modern two bedroom low-rise apt., with my mother, who was then the property manager. I buzzed her apt. She said, 'she'll be right down'. She often spent time in her office on the main floor, smoking cigarettes. This way she wouldn't have to tolerate her sons nagging about anti-smoking. After we chatted awhile, I asked if I could use her bathroom. She repied, 'you know, I can't let you inside, my son is home'. We had a few words, or I should say I had a few words for her. Like,'why don't you want to be family with your two children'? As the norm, there was no logical explanation/reason. This mentality I had to tolerate all my life. At this point, I was 30 years old and that was the straw that broke the tie, to my loose family ties... Now, my police complaint had been under investigating for weeks, and it wouldn't surprise me if 'they' had some how witnessed that visit with my mother. I ended up telling my mother, that I had, 'had it with this so called family and that I was done with it, good bye'. Two months had past, I didn't receive a phone call from her to apologise. So when I moved, I left no forwarding address. I felt I would have less anxiety this way, staring a new life, alone. My father passed away in '93, I had no boyfriend, husband or brother. No one to notice if something happen to me through out the night. I had become a desirable target! --------- I recall over the past decade, loosing out to several job offers. After having good first interviews, by the second one, I'd see that old familiar look... Shock and horror! Whether it was in the eyes of the interviewer, career counsellor or a new doctor. By the 3rd visit/meeting, I'd get the cold shoulder and a good luck, good bye response. I still to this day face the same ole', same ole! I find that doctors are the least loyal to'their patients', who face such bureaucracy. There was one job interview I had in the summer of 2000. It was to be a skip tracer that paid $11.00 to start. Medical and dental, with accommodations to assist my back injury. IE; back support/chair, and a head set added to 'my' phone. In the interview, I was asked about my resume', which I had added songwriting as my past endeavor. "What kind of a songwriter are you"? I re pied, 'a good one'! There were two men conducting this interview, the manager and supervisor. Both broke out in laughter over my boastfully, playful manner. The office was small, both sat with the desk facing the door, meaning my back was to the door. I mention this because at one point during (one of my best) interviews, both men got a very strange look over their faces. One said to the other,"I didn't know we had people come in and wash our office windows"? The other,"I've worked here for years and have never had anyone come in to clean windows"? Well, like I said, same ole' same 'Ole. I leaned back in my chair and closed the door, so the 'dirty bastards' ie; window washers, couldn't hear how good my interview was going. I knew what was going down. I was hired that day, but the day I was to start, the job offer fell through! I did report the window washers to a body of authority, which would have left me in a cloud of suspicion, had the supervisor and manager been questioned. I did became eligible for disability benefits soon after. Upon receiving benefits, I phoned a male friend I had met one year earlier on a Cruise ship. He was curious how I made a living. When I told him about being on disability benefits he said," I guess the investigators got tired of scrapping you up off the floor"!!! I reported that comment to a body of authority, and have never heard from my cruise ship buddy again! I had interviews with Canada Post, where upon group orientation after beening given our employee ID, the coordinator asked. Does everyone have their passes. Two men said they didn't have a pass. They were asked their names, which when checked on the invited list were asked how they came to be here?! They said, they were walking by and saw a group of people waiting to be interviewed, so they just followed in? The two men wre escorted out! My last job, I worked as a care giver for a heart and stroke patient. When I resigned, I was informed that the new worker was given a police back ground check. "I didn't do that for you"! The new worker was an indo-cnd male and paid more money then I. What ever. I write this to express the stresses caused from having a falsified police record, and being hated and sought after by a larger network of hate-monging cops!