Jeff’s Jealous

It’s 7am, and the first thing I hear when I wake up in the morning is Jeff’s voice babbling from the house next door because he refuses to turn the volume down on his headset.

“Jeff’s jealous.” I hear a comment from someone else in the room with Jeff in Spc 64.

The FBI Director and others begin to immediately start arguing with him in order to convince him to leave. The problem with Jeff Myers is that he has spent at least the past 35 years lying to other people about who he is and what he did. In other words, everything I thought I knew about him as a person was a lie. He never graduated from UC Berkeley, much less attended the university. He always pretended he was a big Cal Bears fan. He never graduated from, much less attended the Harvard Kennedy School of Government. I was told (by Jeff and my parents over the years) that he had worked for KPMG in Sacramento for about ten years, moved to Washington, DC to get married to Lin, and then started working for Booze-Allen as a business management consultant.

It seems that what he actually did was leave my parents house at age 18, and convinced them to buy a house in Berkeley so he could live there with his friends/roommates. He started his own “legalized speed prescription” regime with Bayer and used this as a tool to target and blackmail [primarily white males] that were advantageous for his purposes of

1) targeting me with persecution (i.e. psychological torment)

In this case, this is what happened with Sam McKellar from 2002-2016. For his own reasons, Jeff held some sort of threat/intimidation over McKellar in order to keep him from leaving me alone (i.e. the “monitoring” which ended up being terrorizing all those years.

For the past few months, Jeff started paying other people in Spc 64 (primarily Dustin Hoffman, but also others) to using the headset/microphone to harass and torment me as much as possible. What would happen, is that Hoffman decided to put Skittles on top of a small portable speaker/mic combo with the volume turned up as loud as possible. This was so I would hear a constant mumbling/rumbling sound even if no one was actually talking.

If I said something out loud, Hoffman removed the Skittles, repeated what I had said, acted as if he was analyzing what I had said, and then would immediately begin speaking into the headset after removing the Skittles. This ended up being a constant source of psychological torment for me and has been going on at least since the Oscar awards ceremony.

What happens is that even though I am in the house next door (Spc 65), I am able to hear the voice (and the rumbling of the Skittles) constantly in my own mind. This becomes a constant source of annoyance, irritation, frustration, anger, rage and ultimately psychological torment. This has been explained to each person in that house, but it has made very little difference, and it appears that this is exactly what Jeff is trying to accomplish – my own torment and destruction. When Dustin Hoffman stopped taking money, Jeff turned to a few others in the house with him.

2) maintain leverage against the U.S. government so he won’t end up in jail (i.e. blackmailing his pedophile friends to get an eraly release out of jail, swing his trial in his favor, get some of his charges dropped, or attempt to reduce his sentencing.)

He did this with J Biden and apparently had a disgusting, perverted sexual relationship with J Brennan (presumably before he was appointed CIA Director in 2013 which was doubtless no accident). Brennan was also part of their terrorist group.

He is also facing several felony charges related to child porn, pedophilia, explosives (nitro), speed/narcotics charges, child sex abuse, child physical abuse, torture/murder/rape??? For some reason, none of this means anything to him at all. He thinks his charges are of little or no consequence, isn’t concerned about his own family, or anyone else other than himself, and still seems to think he’s playing some sort of game. His own game in which other people are his pawns.

His other strategy has been to run back and forth in Spc 64 from my mom to Aniston, making sure that my mom has been told the appropriate lie and that Aniston has confirmed it, so that my mom will refuse to leave or be confused as to what she’s supposed to be doing and refuse to leave.

The image he has of me in his mind is one of a person who doesn’t exist. He sees me as some sort of evil, prostitute, slut, however even this delusion doesn’t really support his persistent, targeted efforts to harass me and attempt to destroy my life. To me, this is delusion bordering on psychosis and his own malicious, evil nature.

At this point, I don’t know why he’s refusing to leave, or at least the reasons he’s giving. He’s still mumbling, although I haven’t been paying too much attention, so I’m hoping that he’ll change his mind or else get hauled off to jail with the rest.

Everyone Else Did

It seems that after 47 years of life, I discovered that my parents (and two older, male siblings) have a completely distorted perspective of me as a person. Other than my name and physical appearance, I bear little or no resemblance to the person my four immediate family members think I am.

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It appears that my mother always believed me to be involved in some way in prostitution (at least since college), and that part of the reason she never spoke to me about this never ending nightmare was because she was partially responsible. It turns out that she preferred to risk her daughter’s life (at the hands of S McKellar) over her own, when approached that night in 2002 by the Sunnyvale PD, Preston Scott, and Warren Myers.

My mother assumed I became McKellar’s “escort,” and decided at some point that there was no need to ever talk to me because I was “going down” with all the rest. Jeff Myers kept McKellar on my ass for the next 15 years, for quite literally no reason. Jeff Myers also maintains that I am actively engaged in prostitution. Warren Myers and Bert Myers also share the same opinion.

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For various reasons I have chosen my website to publicly denounce both my parents and my two siblings due to their behavior as human beings. I also publicly disowned all four of my immediate family members in August 2016 due to their neglect, lies, dishonorable and horrific behavior. However, my parents are not interested in my opinion or my own beliefs. I emailed this letter to all four of them yesterday. To my knowledge, my parents do not intend to comply with my request to stay out of my life. As a result, I have chosen this medium in order to expose more fully their deplorable behavior.

 

Hello Mr. & Mrs. Myers,

I am writing you this letter to inform both of you of my thoughts and perspective on the current situation. As I’m sure you’re both know by now, I am well aware of your presence next door in Spc 64. I am also aware that both of you have been in the Adobe Wells complex since last August, due to Warren and Jeff’s criminal activities and the ongoing investigation of the U.S. government as well as the UN Security Council and the International Criminal Court.

Currently, I am aware that the two of you (as well as Jeff) have been repeatedly asked to leave Spc 64 and Adobe Wells, perhaps this has been going on for a few weeks now. As far as I can tell, you Shirley have provided no logical, reality-based reason for your continued presence in my life and here in Adobe Wells. You have made the same unreasonable requests of the U.S. govn’t staff at Spc 64. In other words, you have been give the opportunity several times to visit me here at Spc 65 provided you are accompanied by FBI Director James Comey. You have refused this offer every single time, and instead have insisted that you will not leave until you see me resettled in a new home.

However, this is my life and I refuse to allow you to interfere in the decisions I myself have made. You do not own me. I have also heard you repeatedly state on numerous occasions, “Please give my daughter back to me.” For clarity, I am not your property. You do not own me. You do not get to make my decisions for me, nor do you get to make any of these types of demands. You do not have this right. Basically, as far as I can tell, you, Shirley seem to suffering from some sort of delusion in that you believe me to be mentally ill and incapable of taking care of myself. Nothing could be further from the truth.

I also know for a fact that your only intention is to commit me to a mental institution for the duration of my life. For this reason, I do not wish to speak with you or Bert without the presence of James Comey or some other federal law enforcement official responsible for this investigation. This is non-negotiable.

As far as I can tell, both Shirley and Bert have made every attempt possible to obstruct the finalizing of this investigation that has international significance. I assume the majority of the details of the triple threat we all faced as humans on this planet was explained to you (nuclear, bio, and chemical warfare). I am unable to understand why you believe this has absolutely no significance to you in this matter, since this is what I have spent the last 17 years or so of my life fighting.

I do not believe you actually love me. I believe that your statements and claims are masking deeper, subconscious emotions that you do not admit, such as anger, hatred and spite directed towards me. For this reason, and for the several betrayals that have occurred over the past years, I do not acknowledge you as my parents any longer. Nor do I acknowledge Jeff or Warren as my siblings.

I am aware of the deal you made with SM, in the sense that you offered my life up instead of your own. I am also aware of the fact that you see me as some sort of a slut/whore/prostitute, and have chosen to totally ignore and/or denigrate every single accomplishment in my life.

Whether you are able to acknowledge this reality or not, I will not be seeing or speaking to you in any way without the presence of the govn’t official. This is not optional. I hope you find it within yourselves to leave me alone and let me live my own life in peace. Thank you, Jennifer L Myers