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The Body bag or body of lies

After numerous threats on our lives after the domestic violence with my abuser after I returned from Tampa testifying in a murder trial I was finally healing several therapist home visits my children and I were ready fir change after finishing a school conference with my disabled so it was like fate a man walking into an apartment carrying a for rent sign April 15th 2005 I said is this for rent he responded yes lights and gas I thought it was God I wrote him a check securing a deposit to move in on the 1st of May my disabled sons birthday we both received disability checks finally May 1st arrived I left 1620 abuse central station to 4611 near the lake next to a bookstore I spent lots of time collecting however across the street Pete's place right next door cheers every night party bar fights my kids were unrest gangs were trying to recruit them bullying them total terror I began working with the gang taskforce to save the community little did I know this community encourages gang violence to fill the prison system and give jobs to politicians win win during elections by day they wear robes in buildings by night the robes are worn in basements ashes Gargano Wiccans real witches and warlocks of Wisconsin doing witch craft after settling in my workers visited taking me to brain injury appointments I began to try and clean the basement to wash clothes I notices a circle with a star carved in the concrete ashes thick spread over the red bricks I thought my God I must clean this mess being I had my on cleaning service in Fort Myers I was in natural shock blessing this house home invasions busting my olive oil ripping my rosary burning bibles my daughter and I would hear horrid screeches the sound of carving concrete candles ashes I was distressed I had call the police several times about gangs bullying the kids finally another blessings August 2006 a letter for a new house section 8 Hud wow the kids and I planned the new home packing washing cleaning it may have been one month later September a reporter knocks on the door he said i know you are a nice lady lots of people said nice things about you but you're being slandered I'm here to hear and let you tell your side of the story what story he says have you seen the paper do you know her I looked close she definitely looked like a Gargano I really believed it was a hoax to frame my family body he said her body was found in the very same basement my daughter and I did laundry I told him we relocate because I got section voucher i have free rent in a big house clean neighborhood away from cheers and Pete's place bars literally shared our backyard no place for kids the media said we were evicted sadly I thought why what's to gain maybe the landlord was trying to protect his property blame the disabled family who was blessed with a new home new life in the back of my mind I'm thinking corruption must have planted a body bag in order to frame my children and I for a fake homicide because why lie we lived next to a very loud popular bar cheer where everyone knows your name but not your story I was suffering traumatic brain headaches when gas was flushed through my apartment from inside the bar i mean my yard was literally the bars backyard as well undesirables have been seen passed out in front and in back of the bar I remember seeing this man watching my girls on the porch watering flowers this man who was very creepy i thought someone hired him to kill us another hitman I feared for our lives because of death threats witches gathering ashes crystal balls Gargoyle faces and this busted out opening wall of red bricks used for burning god knows what including bodies can slowly burn no one would ever ever know it appeared to be a human incinerator clothes of the dead god only knows what’s in the basement drawing pentacles lighting it mumbling witch craft these were racist city officials i thought was this a political sacrifice to be honest I didn't know but I was glad we got that letter and found descent housing before we were killed in that house of horror just one month before the lady in the basement looked like she was related to Ciro Gargano daughter of Antioch I felt s ad but honestly I felt blessed my children were safe from this killer who may have been stalking my girls but came to find out we were in a safe place that old red house was the devils den right next to cheers pub the deceased woman parked her fancy black Audi she looked like one of Ciro ladies he shared with my ex abusive husband the news said she approached this man looking for heroin inside cheers pub he led her to that basement of wiccan he strangled her with a heater cord slit her throat I still contacted the FBI to see if she was really murdered wow how close my girls and I came to being a political sacrifice for Wisconsin political witches and my abusive ex husbands and Ciro Gargano Wicca clans another body was found burning in a park next to my ex husbands apartment another body found at the cemetery you know I'm just going to pray right now in this moment I pray for all those that perished in the house of horror i felt death there i witnessed the witches gathering burning something horrid rituals sacrifices in that basement it was the place to get rid of dead bodies for the sake of his sorrowful passion have mercy on us and on the whole world For the corruption abuse of power Jamaican voodoo identity fraud breaking in my home for my poetry taking my clothes and under garments swim suits slippers for my sweat hair finger nails back to Wicca for political torture of the disabled beaten in chains by two 320lb guards held in dark hole 6 days in a coma in feces you can falsify falsehood but not truth I have nothing to hide utilities we energies can't be altered remember that I rebuke you in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit

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Date: 5/16/2024 10:59:00 PM
I have a sinking feeling this is a true story. If yes, I am truly sorry for you. How can you bear such an ill-treatment is beyond me. God will always be present for you.
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 5/17/2024 3:07:00 PM
Indeed . Thank you so much Victor for you compassion and kindness many blessings have a wonderful evening.

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