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Intimidation traumatized by fear my ex husband a copy cat arsonist 
had begun a strange sorted affair I would say leading up to this very 
dreary day two abusive husbands both working for the same arsonist 
decades later leaving nine victims in their wake Christmas day 1984 
finally memorial day 1998 victim nine perished my copy ex husband 
involved and was now being blackmailed I experienced home invasions
 
by this female stalker envious of my life I wrote children books to my 
children I also wrote poetry I'd finally found peace to write until thee 
unknown desperate for answers I contacted the FBI because I wore wires pregnant for the FBI for years to save my life and my children lives 
the FBI warned me my husband was working for an arsonist where 
eight persons perished so I agreed totally unaware how these entities 

would gather decades later the arsonist blackmailing my ex both 
dating my stalker after several attempts on my life I realized 
they were actually trying to end my life in order for this stalker 
to become me after death resulting in a car bomb blast crippling 
me while I lay bleeding these three began embezzling funds from 
my account the stalker impersonating me investing with this 

arsonist I fear for my safety but I had to still testify in a murder 
meant for me the man who died was hired to end my life the stalker 
my ex the arsonist sent hitmen to end my life such strife 
the gunman was immediately killed at my feet my children 
and I suffered greatly as attorney General Charlie Crist helped 
my family relocated I was sick in shock afraid for my safety
 
when the stalker called my ex demanded more funds from 
my bank I had awakened from my coma lots of therapy writing 
poetry at night for coping healing brain exercises that's when 
my ex the copy cat arsonist of victim nine struck attacking 
his entire family Christmas day the exact time as the fire broke 
out in 1984  the stalker sat with the arsonist demanding he get 

rid of me I'd already survived several attempts finally he twisted 
my arm trying to break it the children screamed I fled for my life 
it's amazing decades passed the stalker returned what could she 
want now she's still completely obsessed with my poetry my life 
hence my death by gods grace I've remarried to a wonderful 
war hero I am free and safe from the stalker and my batterer

thanks to domestic violence shelters outreach therapy support 
my church family the sheer notion of envy hatred extremely 
carried that they would end my life and try and impersonate 
my identity with identity fraud in three hospital systems I am 
in complete shock however coping and healing domestic violence 
is a very ugly disease in itself it's way worse when you abuser have 

accomplices abuse of power organize domestic violence being a survivor
of domestic abuse and a survivor of being a confidential human source 
coping with traumatic events my severe trauma my triggers are indeed my stalker craves to be me exploiting my pain my pain and suffering entices her arouses her to cause me harm forces me to relive traumatic events for gain as if I'm a puppet show in Puglia Italy I am so thankful I fled I am blessed drained because I can shall never fall asleep and not see smell taste the blood in the corner of my mouth I still peek out my window for my fatal attraction My extreme stalker and Mr. Johnny Jay Walker
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