Eight Months In

LA County Jail 

The Most Dysfunctional Jail in America

(or The Overlords of Beverly Hills)

Copyright © 2018-2024 Dillon Joseph Woods.

Updated April 24, 2020

This book is fictional. Any similarities between this writing and real-life events or people are merely coincidental (or in some cases, allegorical). Weaving cords of real news stories, historical record, imagination, intuitive creativity, Christian theology, and philosophy, the author has created a unique story for your entertainment purposes. It’s impossible for the full content of this book to be true-to-life. If this were real, that would be very sad.

Obviously, this must be a work of fiction. It couldn’t be a true story. Could it?

My name is John Alphonso. I am inmate #9,872,543. This is my journal, and these are my reflections which I wrote while I was an inmate in LA County Jail in 2016. In these pages, you will read about the Sea family. They are a large “family” with over 500,000,000 members worldwide. Many of these leaders live out at sea, in international waters. Many leaders of this “family” claim to be Americans (and many were born in the USA) but they escape living under the laws that American citizens are bound by. They escape living under American laws by living out in international waters. Some people say they are a modern-day domestic-terrorist accumulation. Over the last fifty years, they have infiltrated the highest levels of every department, agency, and service of the Federal Government of the United States. They are the largest organization in America with five hundred million secret members in every town throughout North America, and in every country in the world. They fight daily against secret society groups in every state and county throughout the United States and throughout the world. This war against secret society families has covertly raged for decades. Hundreds of thousands of Americans have been killed on American soil, in clandestine style. It is the secret Civil War of the new millennium. They like to call it: “World War III.”

Since 1963 secret society members have hijacked the inner workings of the United States of America. This secret war began after a small group of secret society people (Illuminati, Freemason, KKK, and Skull & Bones) and secret agency people (CIA) joined their forces into one military operation to kill President John F. Kennedy in Dallas, Texas - on a public street, in broad daylight. This battle against secret societies involved in this presidential murder has raged for many decades. However, in the last twenty years (since the tragedy that happened in New York City on September 11, 2001) this war has escalated. Thousands of secret society and clandestine spies and thousands of innocent Americans have been killed as this war for the heart of America rages and spreads out across the entire country. The battle moves forward and intensifies - full steam ahead.

The leaders and creators of this war: The sea family (or the “see family” or the “C family”) based in Beverly Hills, California. The sea family has generations of roots deep into three things: Harvard, the CIA, and the Mormon religion.

The goal of the Sea family: Chaos all over America and the world.

Their purpose: To awaken a new civil war in America and throughout the world.

Their motto (from Founding Father Thomas Jefferson): “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”

Their commitment: Jail or kill anyone who stands in their way or disrespects their organization. Their company slogan: What they are telling everyone in America and the world: “Join us or die.”

Their highest value target: The Royal Family in England. The family of Queen Elizabeth sits at the top of the pyramid of every secret society throughout the world. The sea family goal is to kill the entire royal family and replace them as the richest, smartest, most important family in the world – to be worshiped and praised by humans for thousands of years to come.

HISTORY OF AMERICAN PRISONS

The modern-day prison or jail system in America was an invention of the Pennsylvania Quakers in the last decade of the 18th century. The concept was to make prison or jail a method of enforcing repentance. This new prison system was thought of as more humane. It was a more Christian response to people who were guilty of bad behavior in the community. Before this time, jails were mostly for drunks, bums and those who were a nuisance to the community. Forms of punishment for real crimes were brutal back in the 17th and 18th century. Torture and flogging were common punishments for criminals. They would brand people with hot iron rods. They would put people on a rack and pull them from both ends of the body, inflicting great pain on the joints from the wrists to the ankles.

Methods of execution were also brutal. They would hang people in the village square as some on-lookers cheered. They would sometimes shoot criminals dead using a firing squad (using more than one shooter provided two bases covered: 1) you didn’t know who killed the person and 2) if six people were shooting, at least one of them was sure to hit the target.).

When they invented this new prison system, it was humanity evolving into a more positive direction. The purpose of the new system was to provide the wayward soul a place in which to retreat and reconnect with God and repent for sin (that is, repent from the crime they had committed). The new form of punishment called “prison” would ensure a more humane (more Christian) approach to punishment. The 'penitentiary' was created for the “penitent” – which is a Christian term meaning “the person who is sorry for his sins.”

The thinking behind this Quaker idea of prison was that you would 1) remove the criminal from their corrupt peers; 2) give them time for reflection and self-examination regarding their behavior; 3) provide the criminal time to read the Bible and seek guidance from Biblical precepts that would turn a sinner closer to God and hence, into a better acting Christian. Then, after their time in prison, they would rejoin the community and be a better citizen.

Fast forward to the 21st century, and we find that prisons and jails in America have become big business. BIG business. They rake in tens of billions of dollars for some people (no doubt many of these people also happen to be secret society or secret agency members who are graduates of Ivy League universities). They have become masterful at setting people up and putting millions of people in jail who would otherwise never be in jail. They have created an “incarceration machine” which brings them billions of dollars in every conceivable way.

These “elite” members of society have created various ways to spy on humans using technology, computers, and video and audio recording devices. By invading people’s privacy, they find out who is committing crimes. How does someone become a “person of interest” to the sea family?

Families with athletic or entertainment celebrities and political families (and those who work for these families) are high on the priority list of infiltration and invasion of privacy. They use spy gadgets to spy on and then blackmail politicians, celebrities, and other "people of interest." Through technology (computers, TVs, clocks, radios, and hundreds of other electronic gadgets) they keep track of and digitally record every word, every action, every day, every minute, every event - meaningful and mundane. By paying attention to this level of detail the sea family has become EXTREMELY powerful and EXTREMELY rich. They live by the dictum, “knowing things is good. Knowing everything is better.” They spread their net of infiltration and invasion of privacy exceptionally wide. You may not be a celebrity or politician or even work for a celebrity or politician; but, your neighbor might work for one, or your cousin might work for a company that oversees the accounting office for a celebrity or politician. Or, you could work at a coffee shop where a celebrity or politician sometimes gets their morning coffee. You could be a janitor at a school where a relative of a celebrity or politician or “person of interest” has a child attending school. All these situations (and more like them) would qualify you to be targeted by the sea family for invasion of privacy. They cast a very, very wide net. Eventually, they would look for opportunities to set this ordinary, unsuspecting person up as a criminal and force them into their service. All with the aim of having another avenue to control and manipulate the main target: the celebrity or politician.

The sea family is famous for testing all “people of interest” with varied criminal opportunities (from illicit drugs... to illicit sex... to embezzlement of money... and much, much more). They tempt people and also study their genetic family history to see what makes them tick, what their weaknesses are, etc. The sea family is a Mormon family with roots deep into the Mormon religion. Most people don’t know that Mormons have the largest record of genealogy than any other organization on the face of the Earth. This is no small benefit. The sea family believes that crimes can often have a genetic component. If you father or grandfather were a murderer, alcoholic, adulterer or tax cheat, chances are you have that predisposition in you as well. The more they know about your family tree, the easier it will be to set you up with a crime that will entice you.

When I first met and worked with Al (the leader / father of the sea family) he casually told me in conversation that all crimes have a financial cost to the community. “You name the crime and it has a negative effect on the community and this negative effect has a financial cost to the community.” And, he went on to tell me: if you could prevent a crime from happening – if you could prevent a person from committing a crime – there was a financial reward for you to receive for doing this. That was the first I had ever heard of this “crime stopper” program that has secretly become so prolific in American culture.

Eventually, the sea family will catalog “blackmailable things” captured on audio and video for each "person of interest" and control these people with this blackmail and make them a slave to the sea family machine (or cult). Usually, naive people have no idea this is going on - until it's too late. They recorded me for twenty years and I never knew it until they released a sex tape of me for revenge. They tried to blackmail me and told me they had over 500 hours of recorded conversations where I said very scandalous and embarrassing things. What they didn't know is that for over ten years I was deliberately saying scandalous things to try to draw them out. I knew someone was spying on me, but I wanted to learn who it was - so I deliberately drew them out by saying things that would cause their spies to come after me and infiltrate my life. It worked. They took the bait. It took me over fifteen years, but I found out it was my closest friends who were sabotaging my life and spying on me. 

Through secret video and audio recording devices hidden in electronic gadgets the sea family beams up everything to their own satellites that circle high above the earth. Then this data gets beamed back down to be stored in massive computer hard drives. That nasty outburst with a loved one, that secret illicit sexual affair, the money embezzled, the illicit drugs sold or consumed - it all gets stored in case they need to use it for blackmail or incarcerating someone into a jail.

The sea family will even coach people on how to get away with crime (convincing them it's okay or legal to do) and then blackmail them with it or incarcerate them for it. From Jeffrey Epstein to Bill and Hillary Clinton, it has been this CIA-Mormon-Harvard family that has been manipulating, recording, and blackmailing the rich, the powerful and ordinary citizens for over forty years. This is how they have become so powerful.  This is how they legally get away with making "slaves" who serve their cult. Thanks to the thirteenth amendment which abolishes slavery, "crime" is the only exception to allowing slavery. It says in Section One: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction." Because they capture everything on video or audio recordings, this serves as evidence should they need to present their findings to a clandestine court - to prove they have the right to enslave certain people in their service. Since they have a CIA badge covering them, this ensures their shenanigans will always have to be brought to a secret, clandestine court called FISA.

Have you ever wondered why America jails more of its citizens than any other country in the world? This CIA cult is behind that too. They have created a massive incarceration machine. The more people they incarcerate, the more money they make. This CIA family began their rise to extreme power within the CIA during the 1990s. As you see from these two charts from Wikipedia (below), the 1990s is also the time that corresponds with the time in which there was a massive increase of people going into the “system” of probation, jails and prisons in America. At the same time, Americans were beginning to invest their time and money into computers and cell phone technology. Technology has aided this CIA family to create this army of slaves and this machine of incarceration. By 2005 they had filled their coffers and stretched their incarceration system to extreme limits and the excessive numbers have held steady (flattened) from 2005 -2020.

This focus on creating criminals and fattening the incarceration system is how they enslave people and create a network of criminals that serve the dark side of their cult (and their bottom $$$ line). Drug dealers are converted to work for them or they are killed; serial killers are converted to work for them or they are killed; etc. With this large machine, they punish their enemies and reward their slaves (they even have a system that brings drugs into a prison to reward their slaves who can party and have a good time while they are incarcerated). And, at the same time, they literally make ungodly sums of money with this machine they have created by controlling dozens and dozens of money-making avenues in the justice system. Among these many money-making avenues includes: controlling the commissaries (where inmates buy snacks, toiletries, writing paper, etc.); controlling the phone networks in all the prisons and jails (where inmates and families pay extreme prices for phone time): and creating companies that provide bail (and charge maximum interest rates). By extremely inflating the number of inmates in American jails and prisons, this CIA-Harvard-Mormon family literally makes BILLIONS of dollars.

"Comparing other English-speaking developed countries, whereas the incarceration rate of the US is 655 per 100,000 population of all ages, the incarceration rate of Canada is 114 per 100,000 (as of 2015), England and Wales is 146 per 100,000 (as of 2016), and Australia is 160 per 100,000 (as of 2016)." (stats and charts from Wikipedia.org)

And one last thing... the sea family has created this system of invasion of privacy, slavery, and incarceration with American tax-payer dollars and American taxpayers continue to maintain this massive machine into present-day-existence. Privacy is over for all of us - except for the sea family. Their secrets have allowed them to get away with tremendous crimes against the American people and the human race for decades.   

The modern-day prison system has also become a torture chamber where physical, psychological, emotional, spiritual, and financial torture is calculated, intense and prolific. Because of the duplicity and the ineptness of the judicial system in many jurisdictions, it is commonplace to find innocent Americans being jailed and even put to death on death row. Prisons have become a place where American citizens are tortured at various levels simultaneously - on American soil. This is not good for the reputation of the United States, and it is not what most Americans would want if they knew the truth of what was going on in prisons and jails today. Indeed, it is not in any way recognizable as a “Christian” system.

Solitude imposed by others can be a unique experience within the experience of jail. Solitary confinement (known as “the hole” by inmates) is a place where the craziest inmates (literally crazy or psychologically disturbed), and the most violent inmates usually end up.

Alternatively, “solitary confinement” is a place that some people go to feel safe from attacks by other inmates (I actually did this one time. Numerous inmates were ganging up on me because it appeared that someone in the sea family had put a contract out on me while I was in jail. The only safe place for me was “the hole.”). When solitary confinement is accompanied by threats, uncertainty, lack of sleep and other measures, the victim of these experiences may suffer disruption of normal mental, psychological function. Innocent Americans being tortured on American soil is not an uncommon experience – but one that Americans should know about or it will never stop.

In solitary confinement, prisoners are left alone in a small cell unless a doctor is interviewing them. These cells are bare, to prevent inmates from attempting to kill themselves. There is nothing to read, nothing to do, no one with whom to talk. The inmate may sleep if he or she can. However, there are often loud and unruly prisoners nearby that can prevent sleep.

In jail or prison, being cut off from ordinary life encourages the creative individual to call upon his or her imagination. It’s not unusual for new inventions to come forth abundantly in jails or prisons. Prisons are full of inventive people doing new things, making interesting inventions. Some people write poetry, songs, journals or books. For some, writing is a narcotic which can ease grief and heal the ache that comes with meaningless human suffering. Writing can also heal the sting that can arise from contact with evil human experiences. Some people find an escape by drawing pictures and portraits of inmates or their loved ones. They can also trade these works of art for food or snacks from the commissary.

The temperature of most cells in LA County jail is not hot or cold, usually. If an entire pod is too loud, rambunctious or misbehaving (a pod can house as many as 50 inmates), the water for showers is turned to cold water only. This is one game played by the keepers of the jail. Overall, the food is mostly bland. The commissary food is mostly sugar (candy bars) or fattening foods (chips).

People with experience of LA County jail know that upon entry, you should say you are Jewish and ask for a “kosher” meal. Experienced inmates would say they are Jewish when they enter the jail and ask for kosher meals because these are the best meals that the jail offers. The combination of bad nutrition, deprivation of sleep (lights are always on 24 hours a day, seven days a week) and constant, intense anxiety because you always fear for your safety (there are fist fights almost every single day, in almost every single pod or cell). This environment of violence can become a choir of psychological torture within the human organism. This is all meant to punish and dominate an individual inmate.

If an individual inmate is targeted (as I was), fights are created by the numerous sea family spies that are in these jails and prisons. It is common to see inmates serving various portals of clandestine activity. These spies are part of various organizations. From the CIA to the Freemasons and the NSA and the FBI… every spy agency has spies in jails who work for their organization and do things as a “job.” Both inmates and sheriffs or other jail/prison workers often work for “clandestine” networks. They work one job but get paid for two jobs (and hence, get paid very well). I spoke with many guards about this reality while I was in LA County Jail. At least 75% of the guards and workers I talked to acknowledged that they knew this was true. "Unseen forces" really control what goes on in prisons and jails in America. Ever wonder how drugs, cell phones, and weapons get into jails or prisons? The sheriffs or other workers bring them right in and pass these things on to inmates who will pass them on until they get into the correct, designated hands. The sea family are famous for using illicit drugs to reward their spies. The sea family can get any drug you want into any jail. They do it every day of the year.

Talking to a guard (Sheriff) is allowed. At LA County jail I found guards to be mostly friendly. Guards do a “pod check” every 30 minutes in the “yellow” section of the prison. LA County jail was broken into two sections: the main jail (where people wear dark blue shirts) and the “yellow” section (where people wear yellow shirts). People who have psychological problems (or people who want to bilk the system for free psych drugs) are put in yellow shirts. In the central part of the prison (where inmates wear blue shirts), sheriffs do a check of cells every two hours.

It took three days for me to get “processed” and put into a pod or cell. That was three days of being in cells that had feces spread on the walls and the only place to sleep was on the bare floor (no pillow or blankets). I thought this was symbolic of Jesus’ going to hell for three days after his death on the cross. During these three days, you met with jail workers who asked you all kinds of questions like food allergies, religious preferences, health history, etc. This was my first experience with police, handcuffs (that were put on me too tight, on purpose) and the “justice” system that is clearly dysfunctional. I was given no information as to what would happen to me. The anxiety of what was going on around me was tremendous. Many inmates find this uncertainty the worst torment of all. It is a personal nightmare to be helpless in the hands of malignant persecutors and evil manipulators. Because of my situation, I was in the hands of both. Being dependent on the whims of “power people” (psychologically deranged people who get off on showing you how much power they have) is a horrible thing to experience. Some inmates become deeply depressed. They stop caring about their appearance and cannot eat.

In the first two months, my sea family handlers would not allow me to have access to any razors so that I could not shave. They wanted me to have a big bushy beard - making me look even worse than I already did. They wanted my physical appearance to look as bad and crazy as possible when I appeared before a judge. They also tried to get me to go to the dentist chair while I was in jail. Some of my teeth were causing me great pain. The only procedure they do in this dentist office in LA County jail is the pulling of teeth. My tormentors wanted to pull some of my teeth - so I would look even worse when I appeared before a judge. I did have several teeth that were loose and causing me pain. I chose not to go to the dentist and suffer with pain.

I did not want to cooperate with my sea family handlers (Michael F. and David K.), whom I had come to see were demented, mentally sick Harvard graduates. When you go to a dentist, you get a shot of “Novocain” to numb the pain that comes with pulling teeth. As a standard practice the sea family networks use a dentist to inject other things (like diseases - for example, cancer or HIV) when you get these Novocain shots. These Ivy League people are among the evilest people you could ever imagine meeting. These games they were playing with me were both crude and cruel methods of physical torture of an innocent American citizen on American soil (torture is technically forbidden in American jails or prisons. But apparently, they don't teach this at Harvard!).

CALCULATED TORTURE

The threat of prolonged incarceration is made and promised to end as long as I would plead guilty to the crime I did not commit. If I did not plead guilty, I would spend a total of 15 or 16 or 18 months waiting for a trial from an overburdened “justice” system. I began to see everything was being entirely manipulated by powerful sea family psychopaths that I thought were my friends. I found that it was common that most inmates would agree to confess to a crime they did not commit rather than face more isolation, torture, and abuse in this jail/prison system called “LA County jail.” “The prisoner must comply.” Thus, say the Overlords of Beverly Hills.

THREE YEARS BEFORE LA COUNTY JAIL

For about three years before I made my tour of LA County Jail, I was forced by the sea family into being homeless in Los Angeles. How and why they did this is a long story. I had moved over 40 times since 2004 and this moving had gotten ridiculous. It was a constant form of isolation. I could never make friends. Or, if I did make friends, I would soon move on and never see them again. No matter where I would go (Canada, New York, Northern California, Southern California, Vancouver, Toronto) a sea family black cloud followed me and attacked me (and attacked anyone close to me). By 2013 I still had not figured out that my close and dear friends Al & Kathy in Beverly Hills (they are the sea family leaders / father and mother of the sea family cult) were behind all of the misery I had been experiencing for so many years. So, I decided to move back to LA where I thought I had a solid network of friends who would support me. When I arrived back in Los Angeles in 2013, coincidently a new law had been created in Los Angeles that made it legal for a citizen to live out of a van or a car. So, I decided to live in my old (year 2000) minivan that had taken me from the east coast to the west coast of North America five times (talk about miracles! That van was a piece of junk but kept going all those miles.).

I first arrived in Los Angeles in 1992. In 2013, I would learn that people I thought were my “friends” in LA were all sea family spies. All of them. And, they were all told to completely abandon me. Most of them (except for one) would not help me in any way because of one of my LA friends (Paul - who was also a sea family spy and the editor of my books, videos, and articles) had mysteriously, unexpectedly died (that story goes a little deeper but I won’t go into that here. In short: they faked his death and gave him a new identity. He had a funeral and the whole thing. That’s what the sea family can do for someone, if they want to.). Moreover, everyone of my old friends in LA felt like there was something very, very strange going on in my prolonged battle with secret societies and secret agencies. I had written critically and spoken publicly as a critic of secret societies and secret agencies. There had been many other deaths around me (over 50 of them) up to that time in 2013 and many more in the ensuing years. Death followed me like an invisible cloud – everywhere I went. All of these deaths were directly connected to me. They were people who had helped people I knew, or they had helped me directly by offering me a place to live or a job. A dark sea family cloud followed me everywhere I went. But at this time, I still didn’t see that my closest friends (Al & Kathy sea family in Beverly Hills) were behind it all.

One young man who was a new father and only 21 years old was a waiter at a beachside restaurant on Washington Blvd in Marina Del Rey/Venice area where I had been spending most of my time when I was homeless. His crime (for which he received a death sentence) was letting me use the bathroom in the morning when I was homeless and had no place in which to go to the bathroom. Someone killed him for his kindness to me. “No good deed goes unpunished” was the note I found on my van after he was killed. The last and only person I heard use this phrase was Al in Beverly Hills in 1996. So, because of the trail of dead people around me, my friends in LA decided to "unfriend" me, and no one returned my calls. It was a very lonely time. Some of these "friends" would literally see me on the sidewalk in Venice or Santa Monica and walk right by me as if I were a stranger. No one wanted to be seen talking to me, for fear he or she would suffer the consequences of something horrible happening to them or someone they loved being killed. Whoever was killing these people was a very skilled and experienced serial killer. Turns out it was the sea family machine.

To make a living and survive during this time, I tried to get jobs. However, all to no avail. Every time I got a job, it was a setup (people would complain or write a bad review online. People would make things up and complain about me to the boss), and I would end up getting fired or politely told that "it was not working out."  It was ridiculous. Large companies would not hire me, and I began to feel like everything around me was being controlled by clandestine forces. In fact, everything was being manipulated by the largest clandestine force in the world: the sea family machine.

I had learned that the only people I could work for were small “mom and pop” businesses or small construction companies. Eventually, one morning while I was praying on the beach (complaining to God) and walking to get some exercise, I had this very inspired feeling come over me. It could even be described as a voice of the Holy Spirit or an angel speaking to me. It was simultaneously like an idea coming to me: I should start my own business and go door to door selling my artistic creations made from the things I find on the beach in the morning. They would be inspirational and beautiful objects. I had a strong feeling that people would love these things I knew I could create from washed up items on the beach. (And they did!)

Every morning I would start the day by walking on the beach (where the waves crash) and talking to God. This had become my custom at the beach since 1992 when I arrived in Los Angeles. The early morning beach (five or six in the morning) was my favorite part of the day. No one else was up at the beach at five or six in the morning - except the most devoted surfers and fitness nuts who were jogging (I once saw Tom Cruise as he passed by me on a jog in Marina Del Rey! Also, on another day Brad Pitt parked his car next to my van and walked his kid to the beach for some time at the Ocean. Early morning or late night are the only times a celebrity in Los Angeles can enjoy the beach.). Since I had been homeless, I never wanted to jog and get sweaty cause I had no place to shower - so I walked as I did my daily morning meditation in peace and tranquility. 

I decided that no one could stop me from doing this little business idea of creating artistic things from the garbage, wood, shells, seaweed, and rocks that I found on the beach in the morning. There were no laws against it. Also, I would be cleaning up the beach at the same time. I would spend two or three hours at different beaches on the west side of Los Angeles (Venice, Santa Monica, Malibu, Marina Del Rey, Manhattan Beach, Playa Del Rey, etc.). I would pick up garbage and use what I could in my artistic creations. The rest of the trash I could not use, I threw in the trash can. Thanks to the miracle of waterproof glue, I could glue beach rocks and beach shells and beach wood together to make things that would hold succulents (a plant that is hard to kill and survives well with little water). These plants are great, for indoors and outdoors.

I made a few of these creations as a test, and they sold immediately (with requests for more!). I made more and sold those without even trying hard. These creations sold themselves. Since I was homeless, I decided not to charge a specific price. I would tell my story to everyone I met (my experience of being attacked by secret society people and secret agency people). I would explain why I was homeless, and I would take donations for my creations. Even if I got $5.00, it would be better than nothing. The only thing I paid for was the waterproof glue - which was cheap. Sometimes I would buy glass containers at the dollar store. God provided everything else for me at the beach (in the form of rocks and shells and driftwood). I would buy the plants in bulk at the local plant store. I was shocked (and humbled) at how much money some people would give me for one of these creations. Even the famous "Judge Judy" gave me $10 bucks in Beverly Hills one day when I met her on the sidewalk and told her what was going on in my life.

Every morning I started my day with a meditation/prayer time on the beach. It was real quality time that I came to cherish every day. Eventually, this “sea-shell vase” idea turned into a great business that lasted more than two years. I was making enough money for food and car insurance (not enough money to get an apartment, however). And, I was cleaning up the beach at the same time. It was not unusual for people to cut their feet on the broken seashells at the beach. I would pick up these broken seashells on the beach and use them in my creations. During this time, I got to know many of the lifeguards at the beach. After I had been doing this for a long time, one lifeguard told me that since I had been cleaning up the beach of broken glass and broken shells, he was handing out fewer band-aids for cut feet. It was a nice side effect that I never expected.

I felt excellent about cleaning up the beach of trash, and I was making money at the same time. I hated seeing all this trash in such a beautiful setting as the beach. I was also getting great exercise because I was walking door to door selling these creations to literally thousands of businesses and homes for many hours every day. People in Beverly Hills often gave me $20.00 for one of these “Sea Shell Vases” (as they eventually came to be called). One famous chief in Beverly Hills bought them all from me one day (three boxes of them) and continued to buy them from me for many months. He gave them as gifts to his workers and favorite guests. He was such a nice person. Moreover, he used them to spruce up his various high-end restaurants around the city.

I was a little disappointed that I never made enough money to move into an apartment and get a place to live. During the years 2013 -2016 apartments were expensive in Los Angeles (first-month rent, last month rent, security deposit, etc. It all added up to being too much for me to afford). However, I was no longer starving and felt a sense of purpose as I cleaned the beach and gave people a cute item that contained a beautiful plant. Women especially loved them, and it always felt good to make a lady’s day brighter. They would show my creations off to their co-workers and friends and say, “look what I just got. Isn’t it beautiful?” These comments blew wind in my sails and were all great rewards that made this new job something that was very interesting for me to continue.

If I met a lady who would express how beautiful these artistic creations were but did not have any money, I would give it as a gift to her. Men would not get so excited about these creations. However, most women loved them. Eventually, guys caught on to the fact that these were great gifts to give to women. It was always nice to make anyone's day a little brighter. In this sense, the work became a spiritual ministry as well as a business. I ended up doing this for over two years until I was illegally thrown into LA County jail. I went all over LA and sold these beach creations. When I say, "all over LA," I mean ALL OVER LA! Thousands and thousands of homes, businesses, hotels, restaurants, and offices supported this project and enabled me to have some money, so I could eat and pay for my car insurance, gas, etc. Living in Los Angeles is not cheap – even if you are homeless!

This picture shows my biggest seller. It was a glass heart that I bought at the “Dollar Store” and filled it with things from the beach: Shells of every size and a little sand. Also, in one shell I had covered the inside of the shell with waterproof glue (to prevent the salt embedded in the shell from killing the plant). Once the glue was dry, I could place in it a small succulent plant, with some dirt. Around Valentine's day, I could not keep enough of these in stock. One store in downtown LA sold 50 of them at Christmas time.

This picture shows an example of how I would incorporate beach rocks. The rocks were so smooth from being pounded with sand day after day, week after week, year after year. They were so soft, like they had been sanded. After using waterproof glue to secure the shell, I would glue it on top of the rock and then cover the glue with seaweed and a beautiful shell. There are so many things you can do with “garbage” you find at the beach.

This is a picture of one of my first creations. This is how the whole thing began – with flowers. Using succulent plants came later. I started by making literal “sea shell vases” where you could put in water and flowers. I learned early on that shells contained salt in their very being… since they are created in salt water. So, when you use shells for a vase, you have to coat the entire inside of the shell with glue to prevent the salt from getting in the water and killing the flowers or plant.

As I grew in my confidence at creating things from natural beauty found at the beach, I began to expand my creations. This picture shows the roots of a succulent plant that spent a long time in a bucket. When the plant was watered, the water would go down the sides of bucket first and then escape through the holes in the bottom of the bucket. You could literally pull up the plant from the bucket and see how the roots grew around the inside wall of the bucket. When you knock out the dirt and cut the plant, you could turn it upside down and make a very cool lamp shade by putting lights on the inside of the roots. I only made a few of these, but they were a big hit among the hippies and the trust-fund-brats of Venice, CA.

This picture shows another example with a succulent.

This picture shows how I would glue the outside of the seashell to create a vase out of a seashell. It was made very much like a spider web – with lines from side to side to side. Then, once the lines of glue dried, I would merely coat all the web lines with one layer of waterproof glue. This would seal the entire shell and enable it to hold water.

Sometimes I would glue a shell for the front part of the vase, as I did in this photo. You just needed a shell big enough to hold in the dirt.

Some plants grow very well in sand. Some beaches have these plants show up in the surf when there is a storm. Some shells are big enough to be a home for a plant. These plants were a rare find. But beautiful, in their own way.

Succulents are the most amazing, resilient plant.

This was one of my favorites. I called it “baby Jesus in the crib”. It was so cute and tiny.

This was a huge 15-pound green/white rock I found one day on the beach. I made it into a business card holder and sold it to a hotel that was on the beach.

It was easy to partner these sea shell vases with wood, rocks and even dried seaweed.

Depending on how big the driftwood, it was easy to attach multiple seashell vases to any piece of dried beach wood or dried seaweed.

It was easy to partner these seashell vases with wood, rocks and even dried seaweed.

One gentleman wanted to put his girlfriend’s name on the glass heart to make it more personalized for her birthday.

These “cork vases” were one of the most popular things I made. I would hollow out the cork and glue a magnet to the back of the cork. Then, I’d fill the cork with dirt and put in a succulent. They would actually grow and thrive in these corks – as long as they were watered. You could glue a seashell to the front or write a saying like “No War” which is what I would write on Champaign corks and paint them grey, so they looked like a mushroom cloud from a nuclear blast.

This is an example of how I would recycle garbage I found on the beach. This picture shows a succulent with an old toy car I found washed up on shore.

People who lived near the beach and had a patio would buy these large pieces to put on their outdoor patio table.

THE JOURNAL I KEPT

Writing has always helped me deal with painful, difficult times. I have kept a journal from my youngest years as a student. It was my mother’s suggestion when I was a child that I keep a journal of my life. “It will be fun to look back on when you are older,” she said. As always, my mom was right again. However, she failed to warn me of the people who would steal my journals and all my things that were in storage, while I was in jail. The things I went through in California were so outrageously out of line. I can't believe the people who are behind all these shenanigans even have an education - much less at an Ivy League school like Harvard!

I had no money when I was in jail.  Jail is a little easier to experience when you have money to spend in the commissary. When I was arrested, I had $60 or $80 on me, but I knew I would need that money when I got out of jail. When I got out, I would be entirely on my own and homeless. So, I tried not to spend any of that money in jail. Luckily, when I was arrested, I was permitted by the police to pull my brother's phone number off my phone and write it on my hand before I was put in jail. That way, I could call someone in my family when I was locked up. Technology has this numbing effect on the human memory system. We don’t need to memorize phone numbers anymore… because we press the call button as we scroll through the names on our “smartphones.” Some phones these days will do the calling for you if you ask the phone to “call my brother.” I've also noticed that calculators have ruined most people’s ability to do math in their heads. Technology is great… however, it does have a downside.

I kept a journal while I was in jail and was worried the police would confiscate it if they ever found it. They would sometimes do “raids” on cells and pods. They would take an inmate's personal property all the time. One time they had a pile of confiscated stuff over six feet tall. It was a mountain of personal stuff belonging to the inmates. There's nothing you can do when the Sheriffs do this. You feel like a helpless slave with no rights. Raids were usually done if they got wind that a pod had drugs or alcohol (alcohol would be “homemade” by letting orange juice ferment in plastic bags. Our breakfast would be delivered in clear plastic bags. Some people would save these and use them to make alcohol.).

They would sometimes take random things during these raids like journals, books, and other personal property. The idea of putting this journal into a book still makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t want to remember what I went through in LA County jail. However, I have to deal with it and confront the people who did this to me… so, I’m forcing myself to do this. It has not been a pleasant task. However, I do as much as I can… then I stop when it’s too much.  I have decided to get a therapist to help me through this process of writing this book. It is tough for me to think about everything I went through in 2016. Yes, it was a horrible experience… however, to make things even worse… it was “friends” who were behind it all. I will explain the details about this to you soon. I can't tell you everything right now, because it involves clandestine people and government "assets" (or is it “government asses”?).  However, someday, in 30 or 40 years, I hope I will be able to tell the whole, ridiculous story. For now, I will say what I can. I have edited parts of my journal out, and these edited parts will be published in the year 2050.

March 20, 2016, 272-D-Pod   LA County Jail

Today is my 8th or 9th day in LA County jail. This place is a hell hole! Disgusting psychological torture chamber. 70% of the people/men I’ve met do not belong here.  40% are entirely innocent; 30% are just stupid people who did something stupid (not criminals). I thought jail was for criminals? 

One example of an innocent person: He had sprained his ankle and was limping down the street (on his way to the store) when he passed a guy who was sitting on a bench. This guy offered him his bike to use and "please bring it back" after he was done at the store. The guy was very grateful and got on the bike. He rode two blocks where the cops were waiting for him. It was a “Bait Bike” where cops put out a bike and wait for someone to steal it. This is not a criminal! He used the bike because someone offered it to him to borrow. What is happening in Los Angeles?

I met a stupid 18-year-old who was told it was okay to take a car for a joy ride. He did so and got arrested for car-jacking. It turns out the person who permitted him to take the vehicle did not own the car. This kids’ life could be drastically changed from his jail experience. He’ll leave in worse shape than when he came in. I saw older (real) criminals here in the pod offer him a job when he got out - selling drugs. They told him he would make $200 cash a day. In jail, this young man is learning how to be a criminal as older guys here in the pod sit around all day and recruit for their illegal street activities. He’s being offered jobs where he can make great money stealing from businesses or selling drugs on the streets. The way this jail is run is inhumane.

There’s an old man here who belongs in a hospice. I’ve seen hospice patients in better shape then this guy is. He is very, very sick and in his 70's. He's been homeless for decades and is in here because he started a fire to keep himself warm, and the fire burned down the abandoned building in which he was staying. That’s his story, but I think it’s possible he set the fire on purpose. I think he’s a Freemason and he may have burnt the building down as an “assignment” for the Freemasons. Secret societies and secret agencies do this kind of thing (burn down buildings) to people they don’t like or to citizens or families they feel should be punished for one reason or another.

The people who control this jail put me in a “yellow” shirt – which is how the mentally ill inmates are dressed. People in "yellow" get pills all day and night. Not sure why they put me here. To discredit me? I get Benadryl for my allergies. The nurses are a mess, and people trade their pills for food or other drugs they want. Drug addicts who come to LA County Jail tell the intake doctor that they need psych meds and then while they are in jail… they are doing drugs for free! On the taxpayer dime! Do citizens know what is really going on in LA County Jail? I doubt it. Some of this medication is very expensive.

They don’t feed inmates enough in here. I’m always hungry. The staff treats people like animals. So, when you do this, inmates respond like animals. Mostly these are all guys who did not have money to bail themselves out – so everyone here is mostly impoverished. Many are homeless and alone. I've only met one guy who was rich. He's a big-time Beverly Hills con artist who has stolen millions of dollars in scams. He has a team of people who steal things from warehouses. He asked me if I wanted a job when I get out. He asked me if I had ever stolen anything. When I said, "No, nothing of any real value. Pens and post it notes." He said, "You've never stolen a car or a TV?! I've never met anyone like you." He was genuinely shocked that I was in jail. Then he asked me if I wanted to have sex. He's a little crazy. He calls his wife every day and has two grown-up kids that he phones as well. One of his kids is a doctor. He paid her way through medical school with stolen money from his scams. He also has a lot of interesting stories. He's the first real criminal I've met in here. He's the kind of guy who wakes up in the morning and starts to plot on whom he can steal from and whom he can scam. In his bedroom, he has shoe boxes full of cash - which is how he pays his Beverly Hills attorney. He's the first guy I've met in here that I feel genuinely belongs in jail. He's a genuine criminal.

Water leaks everywhere in this pod. The building and pipes are ancient. One shower runs hot water 24 hours a day, seven days a week - full stream. This is conducive for mold to grow everywhere. Not sure why they don’t fix the leaks – so much water on the floor. So much waste. It's unreal. If taxpayers saw this, they would not tolerate it. This place needs severe and complete reform from the top on down. Something is very, very wrong with LA County Jail.

My first two “admitting cells” were disgusting – human feces everywhere. The feces attract flies – creating food for flies. With no fresh air, the dirty air vents carry sickness and disease. People have a cold, and it spreads. They don’t allow deodorant, so everyone smells bad. This “pod” has 40-50 men living in an open dorm with bunk beds all over. It is definitely overcrowded.

The races are mixed in this pod. Black, white, Latino ethnicities mix together. Most people stay only with their race and talk only to their race. I mingle with everyone. I feel part of every color – like a rainbow. I like all colors. One mentally ill black guy threatened me on my second day here. He wears a towel around his neck to protect himself from attackers. The story on him is that someone once tried to slash his throat and kill him when he was in prison up in Northern California. He almost died. Apparently, he has a large scar on his throat. That's why he wears a towel around his neck. When I reported the threat to two different Sheriff’s officers, they told me the same thing: "just ignore him." Later that day he attacked someone else. He wanted to fight. He was looking for a fight. He has anger within him, and he has to let it out by fighting with someone who is white. He has to show he’s better, tougher, stronger than white men in this jail. Did I mention he was mentally ill? This is a bit of a crazy house.

90% of the sheriffs who do the rounds (every 30 minutes) through the pod don’t seem to like their job. They seem brain dead. At night they slam the big steel doors every 30 minutes. Big steel doors slamming makes it hard to sleep. They slam them hard, on purpose. Sleep deprivation is a form of psychological torture. The apathy and unkindness emanating from the sheriffs is constant. Inmates ask them questions all the time, and they just walk by like they didn’t hear anything. Completely ignored. The disrespect is unamerican and unprofessional.  However, in their defense, they deal with some crazy people all day.

When it’s your first time in jail, they put everyone through a medical interview. I had to wait 48 hours in a “holding cell” (with no bed) to talk to a nurse. When it finally came my time to speak to a nurse, I waited four hours in a chair by the nursing station. Then I was rushed along. What a crazy system! Very overloaded with too many people. I’m also taken back by the number of stupid people who allowed themselves to be set up. The gullible, naïve people who lapsed in good judgment are part of the 70% who don’t belong here.

I met a minister’s husband who drank too much and then drove his car home. Now he is here for a DUI charge. Someone else let someone buy him many drinks then he left to drive home, and the buyer of the drinks called the police. I’ve had people try to do this to me on the outside, too. Fortunately, my intuition told me something was wrong and not to trust these people. There are people in bars all over this country who deliberately work to keep the jail system full of DUI (Driving Under the Influence of alcohol) people. I feel so sad over all the good people I’m meeting who had made a genuine mistake of bad judgment – not reflective of the genuinely good life they lead 98% of the time — lots of church-going, Christian people in here. These people are not criminals. When you put criminals and non-criminals together (especially young people in their early twenties and younger), a large percentage will learn about “job opportunities” in jail, and then they may become real criminals. Our American jail system fails Americans because it does not reform criminals – it creates them more than reforming them. Americans do not treat Americans this way. Also, mentally ill people don’t belong in a jail like this. Their behavior gets worse when treated so inhumanely.

I’m not sure where they belong… however, it’s not in a jail like this. During most of the week, Churches of every denomination have a lot of property that goes unused all over this country and in every county, in every state. I wonder if Churches could play a role in helping some of the 30% or 40% who are not criminals because they are innocent or just stupid (having moments of bad judgment which leads them to do stupid things)? This could include some first-time offenders (especially the ones who have been “set up”). The way this jail is run is unamerican.

For example, the city of Santa Monica, CA presently gives one month of jail time in this jail to homeless people caught sleeping outside anywhere in Santa Monica. A large percentage of the homeless people in this jail come here deliberately for a free bed, free shower and free food. This is a massive waste of taxpayer money! Because of the salaries for the sheriffs, nurses, doctors, and other staff… it costs thousands of dollars per week to put someone in this jail. This is not a cheap hotel. Yet, it’s treated like one by literally thousands of homeless people every year. Self-care and self-respect are among the core issues for some of these specific inmates. They never learned from anyone how to take proper care of themselves. They are not criminally minded people who sit around trying to figure out how to steal, rape and plunder. Teaching self-respect and self-care to homeless people will help to decrease this jail population and save taxpayer money.

One sheriff by the name of “Johnson” mocked me one day when I was having chest pains (from the stress and maybe dehydration – the water here tastes horrible cause the water pipes are very, very old and have rust in them!). I asked for an aspirin to thin my blood (per doctor’s orders), and he dispensed his medical advice suggesting an aspirin would not help me. “An aspirin won’t help your chest pains! What will an aspirin do?”, He replied. I said to him, “it will thin my blood. Aspirin will help prevent a heart attack.” He slammed the door and walked away as he shook his head in disbelief.

So, then I asked another sheriff for help. He sent me walking to the nurses’ station – when the protocol for someone with chest pains is to be wheeled to the nurse's station in a wheelchair.

The Sheriffs tend to be very unpleasant, unkind and unhelpful in ANY situation. The arrogance and lack of care is mind-blowing to behold! Almost all of them treat inmates with complete unprofessional disrespect. Moreover, these Sheriffs each make close to $100,000 a year working in this jail.

Someone just told me today that groups of people privately own these jails and prisons. Allegedly, Bob Barker (the former star of the TV show “The Price is Right”) owns the commissary here in LA County jail. This is where inmates get food (chips, popcorn, candy bars, etc.), toiletries and stamps. All these items are sold at very high prices. Animals are treated better than inmates at this jail. If the health department came through here and saw what I see – they’d shut this place down. It is disgusting how people are treated worse than animals. Bob Barker is a big proponent of animal rights… apparently, he’s more concerned with animal dignity than he is with human dignity at the jail where he allegedly makes big bucks off the commissary. Whoever owns this jail is making a lot of money off of poor, homeless inmates. It’s a form of financial rape of the poor.

Two years ago, the FBI made the Sheriffs put cameras everywhere in the jail because there was so much abuse going on here. They had a gang of Sheriffs called “The Goon Squad.” They would go from cell to cell and beat inmates with clubs for no reason or the slightest infractions. Most of these Sheriffs are Freemasons, so this is where secret society members would abuse citizens who were not secret society members. Due to the cameras, the “Goon Squad” disbanded and these kinds of beatings (torture) have stopped. However, other forms of torture remain.

The fact is clear: LA County jail is a cash cow for whoever owns it. One Sheriff has told me that the jail is paid (by the government) $650 per day for every inmate. There are around 7,000 inmates at this one jail today. That’s over 4.5 million dollars per month made at one jail! Prisons in America have become massive billion-dollar cash cows. Someone is profiting big time! However, they must have an enormous electricity bill because they never shut the lights off. The bright fluorescent lights are harsh and too bright to sleep. I’ve become accustomed to covering my eyes at night with one of my socks tied around my head, covering my eyes.

April 9, 2016

Well, it’s been about one full month since I was arrested and ended up in LA County jail because of the false statements of Andrew K. H.  who filed a false police report and lied to a judge. When we were in court, and he took the stand, he began to explain to the judge how I took a “knife” out of my pocket and opened it to attack him. I know Andrew very well. I lived and worked with him for two months last summer. He was a famous TV actor in the 1990s. He now runs this “spiritual center” where I was working. I have no doubt he is connected to the CIA. His mother is friends with Judy M. a CIA lady I met through Adrienne H. (another CIA lady) who was friends with Lady Bird Johnson (who I worked for and was very close to for over a decade). Andrews mother is from Columbia, and we all know how the CIA loves people from Columbia (the biggest cocaine-producing country in the world). But, I digress…

So, we’re sitting there in LAX court, and Andrew is lying through his teeth after he raised his right hand and swore to tell the truth. So, I start looking around the courtroom looking for hidden cameras cause his story is so outrageous that I start to think that this is one of those hidden-camera shows where people play practical jokes on someone. However, after looking around the courtroom for several minutes, I see no cameras, and I’m baffled. This guy, for some reason, is lying through his teeth. Also, I should mention, he’s the one who stole $3,600 from me because he never paid me for two months of work – for which I invoiced him. The Church building was up for sale, and he agreed to pay me after the sale of the building. He’s the criminal in all this. So, then he tells the judge that I never worked for him, but I did “volunteer” for him at his Church. What a crock of shit! I never ‘volunteered’ for him once.

I was yelling at him on the beach when I saw him, and this turned into an argument where he assaulted me, threatened me and then he called the police to say I attacked him! I did nothing but defend myself as I pulled his hand off me. He raised a big ass coffee mug to hit me with, and I told him if he attacked me, I would fight back and kill him in self-defense. I probably shouldn’t have said that last part. Not very Christian of me. But, anyway, this was apparently some kind of CIA set up, and I’m the one who ends up in jail. Spies suck!

I did fall for a CIA trick which was not in my favor. I was working for a guy doing drywall repair, and he gave me a drywall cutter to work with. At the end of the day about a week before this incident with Andrew, he told me that I should carry the drywall cutter on me for self-defense in case anyone attacked me. (I had been attacked several times in Venice by strangers and was telling him these stories while we worked). I took his advice and carried this drywall cutter on me for protection. Andrew was able to describe this drywall cutter in detail - even though he never saw it. How is this possible if he never saw it? It’s because the guy I was working for (who gave it to me) was part of the setup. These CIA people are very, very sneaky. (And, they are assholes!)

The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that Andrew and his mother and her friends are (allegedly) part of the same branch of the CIA “family” in which the family of LBJ must be involved. Why would this branch of people at the CIA have any beef with me? There is a story there.

This whole thing goes back to 2003 when I got a call from my close friend Luci Baines Johnson (President Lyndon Johnsons daughter). I was living in West LA, and Luci called me from Austin, Texas to ask if I would go to visit a man who was a friend to her father. He was dying of cancer at UCLA hospital – which was literally just a few blocks from my apartment in Westwood.

When I got to the hospital and brought the flowers from Luci and Lady Bird, the man and I started to talk and get to know each other. I asked him how he came to be friends with President Johnson. I must tell you at this point that I had never believed any of the gossip or bad rumors about President Johnson. I had known Luci and Lady Bird for over a decade, and they were very good, loving, kind people. I literally lived with Luci for years and traveled with Lady Bird to many places around the world. For a decade I spent Thanksgiving with the family of LBJ at the LBJ ranch in Texas. I knew these people very, very well. So I just couldn’t believe anything bad about President Johnson because I knew him through their stories and their perspective. So, I never believed he had anything to do with the murder of JFK. I never believed any of the bad stories that are told about President Johnson.

So here I sat in a hospital with someone who knew LBJ, and I asked, “How did you get to be friends with President Johnson?” The man gave an answer that floored me completely. I was not expecting this kind of answer. I left the hospital in shock and disbelief.

In short, the man told me that he become friends with President Johnson because he helped LBJ cover up all the money he made from helping to kill JFK and extending the Vietnam war. President Johnson entered politics a poor school teacher, and he left politics a very, very rich man – a kazillionaire! He went on to tell me the story of how he worked at the IRS and was auditing President Johnson. Before he knew it, he was offered more money than he had ever seen in his life… just to sign off on the audit and say everything was okay with President Johnson's finances. That man died feeling tremendously guilty about what he had done. He felt that he had helped LBJ “get away with” all his crimes. He said to me, “Do you think God punishes us for the bad things that we do?”

That was the beginning of many years of trials and tribulations. I wrote about the encounter and spoke about it publicly. In the early part of the new millennium, I was giving seminars to doctors and nurses at hospitals and hospices concerning ways to improve spiritual and psychological care for terminally ill patients. So often hospitals and hospices focus only on the physical care and do nothing for the emotional, psychological and spiritual needs of a patient. I used this story of the man who was friends with LBJ as an illustration of how some people die with tremendous guilt for the bad things they had done in their life… and how we can help people have more peace at the end of their lives by assisting them to identify issues and taking the time to listen to people’s stories.

I started to write a book about this encounter, and all hell broke loose in my life. To this day I still have not finished the book (fifteen years later).

I’m sure that the people who put me in this jail did it because of this story. However, my integrity is intact, while I sit here in jail... but the rest of me is trying to understand how something like this can happen in the United States of America. There is no justice here. However, with the strength of my integrity, I have direct contact with courage, creativity, and wisdom (though it’s hard to see how the wisdom I have could have brought me to this ridiculous situation. Somehow, I feel I have failed myself by not following common sense. I should have moved back with my family in Vermont 3 years ago when I became homeless and jobless.). My “friends” in LA have been a massive disappointment – to the point that I’m sure I don’t have any real friends in LA at all. LA is a fake town, and it has given me fake friends, and it’s taken a toll on my quality of life, and now it's taken a toll on my reputation.

Being in this cell 272-D-Pod has been a horrible experience. Fifty guys are living on bunk beds burping, farting and fighting all day… It brings lots of bad vibes.

When the cops arrested me, I asked them if I could pull a couple of phone numbers from my phone. Thank God they let me. I was able to call my brother. He looked up this jail online, and he said that it is ranked as not only the worse jail in the United States but one of the worse jails in the entire world! I can see why.

I’ve had much time to lay on my bunk and think. The safest place is to stay on your bunk and ignore whatever is going on around you in the jail. I lay here with lots of time for meditation, prayer, Bible study, and book reading. They have a library that goes from pod to pod offering books to read. Being around this environment of intense violence has been an experience of intense psychological torture. I’ve never been psychologically tortured like this before. It never ends – day in and day out… night and day. It saddens me to the core to know places like this even exist.

Moreover, this is in the United States of America! This is Americans doing this to American citizens. It’s unbelievable!

While here in this cell my sleep has been severely deprived as doors slam every 30 minutes. Many of the guys snore very loudly, and the lights are on all the time. How can anyone sleep in this environment? Sleep deprivation is a form of psychological torture. It’s impossible to get any real sleep here that is deep. This has the effect of being able to remember my dreams while here. My dreams speak to me almost every day. They are a fantastic lifeline of wisdom and insight in the midst of an environment of chaos and evil. Sometimes they are even comforting in the midst of this psychological torture.

This summer will be four years that I’ve been back in California after spending two years in Canada and then two years in New York City. I should never have come back to California. In this short span of four years, the environment in California has changed dramatically. I don’t know precisely what has caused this to happen in California, but it's not good. It seems like so many more people have moved here, and almost everyone I was close to has moved away.

When I was in New York city, strangers on the street would tell me to move back to California. It was bizarre. Coming back here was a horrible decision on my part. If only I would have known what was going to happen. “Unfettered psychopathic torture” is the only phrase that comes close to describing what I have been through with my remaining “friends” in Los Angeles. What did I ever do to deserve this? They have done some mean things to me! I let them do what they’ve done. I trusted them so much, and I left my common sense out of it all. This has proved to be a terrible mistake on my part! NEVER ignore your common sense. Are they ignorant as to how much pain and scars they have created?  They all went to Harvard!!! It makes me so sad when I start thinking of all the things they have done to me. I pray to God every day that He helps me to forgive them… cause it’s all been a massive amount of psychological torture, physical torture, emotional torture, spiritual torture, financial torture, and sexual torture. Constant torture on every level - for four years!

April 12, 2016     Theme: WTF is happening?!?!?

Oh man… what a mess! God – where are you? I feel like Jesus on the cross – abandoned entirely by God and friends. My suspicions that people I know in the CIA or the IAC are behind this as punishment is being confirmed. Would the friends and family of LBJ be behind this? I’ve learned that spy agencies and spymasters do their communicating in plain sight. The television here blasts on all day and most of the night. Clandestine ways of communicating are prolific. Sometimes even the Sheriffs here in jail make bizarre statements to me. They also make bizarre announcements over the PA system that make me wonder who is really in charge of this jail. It’s like a coded language they use.

If I understand things correctly, someone I know well has been fired from the CIA (or the NSA or the IAC or whatever group he worked for), and mama bear must be very upset about this. I feel so abused by this whole clandestine system. I have never consented to be involved in clandestine work. I was forced into it, and I don’t even understand how this all works. I’m a writer and an artist. I don’t even like spies. Why would I ever want to be one? To make it worse, it’s a system I don’t even really understand. I’ve just been thrown into this mess. Sea boy and his two knucklehead friends (also known as “the boys” or “the three stooges.”) have royally screwed things up over and over again. They have got to be drunk or high on drugs. They have done some horrible things to me over these last many years. I’ve been complaining the whole time to President Obama and other government people, but it didn’t seem to help anything. I thank God for all the women involved as they seem to have more sense than the men involved in this. I’ve been mired in bullshit for over a decade. However, the last four years have been intensely unbearable!

The last many years of unfettered psychotic psychological torture have been unbelievable. It might also be true that papa bear has been disciplined and his network of fools that have attacked me has been called off (I hope so!). Mama bear has put up with a lot of narcissistic behavior, and I feel sorry for her. Too many years of insane behavior can create crazy people. Sea boy has been manipulated since he was a child. I feel deeply sad and sorry for him. I hope this experience makes room for serious change in the lives of these people (instead of more revenge and spitefulness) so that this craziness is not passed on to another generation.

I hope I get out of this jail in the next day or two. I can’t take this hell hole anymore. It’s a psychological torture chamber with a license to torture American citizens – some of whom are innocent of any wrongdoing! Some innocent American citizens are being tortured in this jail!

The worse things about being here are: 

1)    I’m always hungry. We eat a small bowl of cereal in the morning with milk and two slices of bread, jam and peanut butter (or a banana). For lunch, we get a bologna sandwich with a yellow bag of Lays potato chips that has about ten potato chips in it and a small container of orange juice (from concentrate). I never drink the juice and always trade it for something. Some guys trade food for this juice because they can turn large amounts of it into fermented alcohol, and then they sell it or trade it for drugs. Guys get drunk off this fermented orange juice, though I’ve never tasted it. I can see they are genuinely drunk and feeling no pain when they consume it. As for me, I’m not letting my guard down for one second. I need my wits about me 24/7 in this place – so I’m not drinking it or taking any drugs that are continuously offered to me.) I have never eaten bologna before now. It’s gross. What the hell is in this stuff? I don’t think I want to know. I eat it cause I’m starving. At 4 or 5 PM we get another meal. This meal is usually bigger than what we get for breakfast or lunch. These evening meals are on a three-week rotating schedule, so some guys have kept a list and know what we are getting before we get it. This makes it easier to plan if you are interested in trading breakfast or lunch for someone's dinner. The food will last into the next day without spoiling. Some guys are very depressed. They don’t eat anything and give their food away. I try to know what’s coming for dinner so that if I like it, I find people to trade with ahead of time. This is the best recipe for success: plan ahead. If you don’t plan ahead, you may end up with nothing.

2)    I can’t get any real exercise in here. I was working out at first, but it made me hungry all the time if I work out. So, working out was increasing my suffering. I hate being hungry all the time. What can you do for a workout in jail? I was doing pushups by my bunk (putting my hands in different positions to affect different areas of my chest). “Burpees” are popular in jail. I was doing pull-ups on the stairs (these pods have two levels with a small staircase of about twenty steps up. They have put up a barrier on the stairs to prevent guys from hanging themselves on the stairs. This was a popular way to kill yourself in this jail.). You can also climb the stairs up and down for an hour to give your legs a workout and do squats to keep your legs in shape.

It has become apparent that Sea boy and his knucklehead friends are sending people into this jail to try and beat me up, threaten me and set anchors in me for future contact (and future problems). I always heard that jails and prisons were full of spies for every organization from the Freemasons, the CIA, the Illuminati, the NSA, the FBI and every clandestine organization (secret society and secret agency) in the United States. Now I get to see first hand how this clandestine system works in the jail. As for myself, I avoid these kinds of people and have no desire of connecting with anyone I’ve met in this jail. The spymaster behind this has a quiver full of dupes and fools. It appears papa bear is just a billionaire using desperate, broke young men who don’t know any better. Some of them do have potential – but only if they are connected to integrity, sincerity, and congruency. It appears papa bear, and the Sea boys don’t care about integrity – which is a real shock to me. He’s not the man I thought he was. I thought they were a family that lived by principals of integrity. Yikes was I wrong! Just goes to show that when you think you know someone… you really might not understand them at all. People lie. It’s tough to be friends with people who are masters of deceit, lying, duplicity, and manipulation. Talk about con-artists! I think I’ve been taken in by a whole group of them! The more I think about it; I feel sorry for the entire group of them.

Moreover, it makes me appreciate my own family. I miss my sister and brothers and their spouses and my nieces and nephews and my uncles and aunts and cousins. I am so lucky to have the family I have. They are not perfect, but they are authentic. My one nephew and my brother have been so generous in talking to me on the phone while I’m in jail. They are so supportive and have been there for me. They are spending a lot of money keeping in touch with me. The pay phone in jail is very, very expensive when I call them collect. I appreciate their love and care deeply.

Reading books has been an enjoyable pastime in jail. One of the spies here in my pod (they call him “green eyes” because he has the most intense green eyes. Turns out that in this jail this is a common name among men of color who have green eyes.) has all of James Patterson's books with the lead character being “Alex Cross.” Of course, his initials (“AC”) are the same as papa bear and Sea boy. No doubt these books are part of the whole communication system in this network – filled with information about the JFK assassination. The books were forced on me, and I’ve enjoyed reading them. I’m also reading the autobiography of Malcolm X – written by Alex Hailey. This paragraph screamed out at me last night. It describes my thoughts so well: “sometimes recalling all this, I don’t know, to tell the truth, how I am alive to tell it today. They say God takes care of fools and babies. I’ve so often thought that Allah was watching over me. Through all of this time in my life, I was really dead – mentally dead. I just didn’t know that I was.”

I’ve given lots of thought to the fact that I am alone still. No partner to miss me - no partner to kiss me. Why?  Because since 1989, when I met Luci and Lady Bird Johnson, my life has been deeply, deeply manipulated by spies and spymasters. Since I met Luci, the enemies of the family of LBJ have put me on their punishment & infiltration list. Almost everyone I’ve ever dated was manipulated into my life. No wonder I still don’t have any significant person in my life. I always felt something was wrong with many of these people I dated. I couldn’t put my finger on it… but, now I know I was being manipulated by spies. These people were spies, and I never knew it. I just knew something with them was off. They lacked sincerity. They were manipulative, deceitful and duplicitous. Thank God I had the sense to discern something was off and not get married to any of these fools. I am totally and permanently turned off to being close friends with any spy – male or female. I’m all spied out.

While reading Malcolm X’s autobiography, he hit the nail on the head several times recounting my thoughts. He writes, “It seems some women love to be exploited. When they are not exploited, they exploit the man… when a man is good to a woman, a woman seems to get bored with that.” Regarding prostitutes he said, “Domineering, complaining, demanding wives who had just about psychologically castrated their husbands were responsible for the early [morning] rush [in the prostitution house]. These wives were so disagreeable and had made their men so tense that they were robbed of the satisfaction of being men. To escape this tension and the chance of being ridiculed by his own wife, each of these men turned to prostitutes. … a woman should occasionally be babied enough to show her the man had affection, but beyond that, she should be treated firmly. All women by their nature, are fragile and weak: they are attracted to the 'strong' male.”

In my own experience, three women with whom I became very close all chose an abusive, “strong” male over me (I would classify myself as a sensitive, affectionate, male). I once came upon a group of seven women discussing a friend whose husband cried more than she did (they said he cried at TV commercials, songs on the radio and during movies). ALL these women agreed that this male was "too sensitive." This conduct was unacceptable to these women, and they made fun of him and laughed at him while telling stories about his sensitive nature. I thought it was a strange thing to witness. Yet, I understood that in some strange way many women are becoming more like men in our culture. I wondered if this was a sign of that process.

That was when I decided I really enjoy being single. There is a lot of peace when you are alone. It gets lonely sometimes, but it’s almost always peaceful. And, I can’t seem to get rid of spies in my life. It’s not safe for me to date at all. No matter whom I date (and I’ve dated so many different kinds of people – male and female), I end up dealing with spies. Even if I date someone who is not a spy, the Sea family will infiltrate this person’s life. I can’t get away from the bullshit that spies bring to someone’s life. However, female and male spies both turn me off completely – no matter how good looking they are. I’m not attracted to them at all. They are among the creepiest people I've ever met on this Earth. Many of them were physically beautiful, but inside themselves, they were horribly unattractive. I need to surround myself with people who live sincerely instead of manipulatively… people who love integrity instead of duplicity… people who live honestly instead of deceitfully.

My dreams at night are filled with “imaginary friends.” I can’t wait to sleep at night because my dreams are so sweet and loving… love-filled. In these dreams, I feel loved for who I am. Too bad my awake hours can’t be the same. However, thank God we are made to dream. My dreams balance out the misery of this life in which I have been forced to live. I also have consistent bad dreams – horrible nightmares! I wake up in a startled panic. This is when my PTSD kicks in. Luckily, these dreams don’t last long because I usually wake up in a fit of terror and fright, my heart racing. These dreams usually consist of things that have actually happened to me. I should have left Los Angeles years ago and never come back. Why is hindsight such a 20/20 experience? Why must we learn good judgment by having bad judgment? Ahh… welcome to being human!

April 22, 2016, LA County Jail   272-D Pod

In this Pod, they have a group of men that pray together every day after the dinner meal. They usually pray the "Our Father" or the "Serenity Prayer" (Which goes like this: "Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."). Personally, I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing and confronting the things I cannot accept. (I hope all of you reading this will join me!)

The last week has been out of control. The Sea family seems to be on another bloodthirsty binge. They definitely had something to do with killing the famous musician “Prince” in Minnesota (the Sea family used to live in Minnesota, so they have decades of connections there). He was also an African-American, so this was probably another dig at President Obama (the first African-American President in American history). I can’t believe all the people they have killed. They have brought lots of bullying, threats, and intimidation into my life recently. If I understand things correctly, they have also released a video of me online that is not flattering. I've heard it is a sex video. They have been invading my privacy for over 20 years. They have been filming me (invading my privacy) since 1995 when I first met the Sea family. Within the first month of meeting them, they gave me a $10,000 sound system that they said they didn’t want any more. It was mostly “Bang and Olufsen,” high-end equipment. I was so happy to receive this as a gift. I never suspected that it was a way for them to invade my privacy and record everything that went on in my apartment.

They have more gadgets to invade someone’s privacy than James Bond. They are trying to blackmail me to get me to cooperate with their plans for my life. “Join us or die” is the message that keeps coming to me about every hour. It’s on the TV commercials, it’s being said to me by inmates, and even some of the Sheriffs say this to me as they pass by my bunk. I hear this everywhere. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a coven of fools and I have no interest in a cult like this. As an innocent and gullible American citizen-journalist, I’d say I’m "in over my head." You can’t beat these people. I think they are going to let me rot in this jail for a long, long time. They can do what they want with my reputation – I don’t care if people believe their lies. I want to be free with whatever time I have left in this world. I'm not afraid of death. However, they've killed many of my family members, and I feel sad about this. My cousin recently died unexpectedly in Canada. He was very healthy. No doubt it was them that killed him.

The stress they put me under seems to be affecting my cancer or whatever this thing is growing on my scalp. I can feel it growing sometimes. Honestly, with all this bullshit going on around me, I look forward to death. I’m very curious what happens when we die. I don’t fear it at all. Life with the Sea family has been a living hell on Earth.

I look forward to being away from these people who have kidnapped my life and forced me into a life I don’t deserve or want! Real Americans don’t treat fellow Americans this way. Is it possible that these people are real maniacs who only love power and tyranny? … and I am caught as a pawn in the middle?!

I’ve been reading the autobiography of Malcolm X. Here are some quotes that made me think: “This big-headed scientist, Mr. Yacub began preaching in the streets of Mecca, making hosts of converts… his head was unusually big, and he was brilliant. At 18 he had finished all his nations colleges and universities… among other things, he learned how to breed races scientifically. He and his 59,999 followers were exiled to the Island of Patmos – where John (the disciple of Jesus) received the message containing the New Testament’s “Book of Revelations.” Though he was a black man, Mr. Yacub was embittered toward God, decided to create upon the Earth, a devil race – a bleached-out white race of people.”

I always wondered where all the races came from on this Earth. This is the only explanation I’ve ever heard of (except the “God created them all” explanation). Is it just a coincidence that those who have been most evil toward me in this life (the Sea family) have been white? There is more from Malcolm X: “Mr. Yacub, to upset the law of nature, conceived the idea of employing what we today know as the “recessive gene structure.” The humans resulting, he knew, would be (as they became lighter in complexion and weaker), progressively more susceptible to wickedness and evil.”

Is it possible that what I’ve run into here in California is a white race of devils? It may be possible I’ve been trusting the wrong group of people over these last 21 years!

One of the evil things they did was to walk me into situations that were traps that they would videotape and later use these recordings to blackmail me. It’s all so deeply disappointing to have “friends” betray you in such an evil way. It’s more evidence/ proof of their mental illness (and the mental illness of spy networks in general). Spy networks seem to attract mentally ill people. Who else would find it exciting to betray people while at the same time being manipulative, duplicitous and deceitful (these are all bonified mental illnesses in the DSM diagnostic manual that the mental health profession uses). It is these spy networks that control so much of our country. The “Civil War” that may be coming to our country in the very near future seems to be organized by mentally ill people. The upcoming presidential elections happening this year remains a battleground. Trump or Hillary? Which campaign is less mentally ill?

This group of Harvard people wants to control my life – tell me whom to marry, whom to be friends with, how to spend my money. It’s like a cult! An evil, evil cult of control freaks. God help us all!

From Malcolm X’s book, more interesting words: “All over America, all over the world, some of the world’s most important people were saying in various ways, and in far stronger ways than I did, that American’s climate of hate had been responsible for the killing of JFK. But when Malcolm X said the same thing, it was ominous!”

In 1963 there was such a culture of hate in the United States. Evil was throughout our great country. Some people think the 1950s and 1960s was such an innocent time – but it wasn’t. Evil and hate were prolific and firmly rooted all over the United States. Especially in the south where families who lost the last civil war would plot their revenge on the North: “The South Will Rise Again.” This was all a backdrop to the killing of JFK.

The killing of JFK was organized by secret society people from the south (secret society people whose families most likely owned slaves back in the day). It wasn't just LBJ who wanted JFK Dead. It took a group of Washington-insiders and southerners to pull this murder off. They (people from the south) rose up to kill a President who symbolized the north in so many ways.

Then, LBJ took over as President of the United States and helped usher in a whole new secret society control of federal agencies, federal programs, and national positions of power. This is the culture into which I arrived into America as a baby. It was this environment into which I was born. And, it is this environment of hate I have come to change, for the better. I am convinced that I am here to bring more love and light into this country and this world. I’m not here to play games of duplicity, manipulation, and deceit. I’m here to do the exact opposite. It's a waste of human energy to give your life away to games of manipulation, duplicity, and deceit. These games only get you so far. Then, you are locked into a prison with no bars. To live outside of integrity and sincerity is a psychological prison. It is not a life of freedom and happiness. Duplicity, manipulation, and deceit do not bring happiness.

As I lay here in my bunk in this jail, I have times where I am numb with confusion, pain, and depression. Writing in my journal is the only thing I can do to vent my feelings. Getting a paper and a pencil is very hard in this jail. I have to beg for the paper from other inmates who get some paper from the commissary. I steal the pencils from the Chaplin who generously lets me take them. They don’t allow real (long) pencils, but they give us little pencils about three inches long (like the kind you use on a golf course to keep score). I have to have about ten of these small pencils to write in my journal as there is no way to sharpen them. So, I use them until they can’t be used anymore and move on to the next pencil. There is one inmate who somehow smuggled in a razor blade for his self-defense. He generously sharpens my pencils for me sometimes. Also, when I go out for Catholic prayer services once a week, the Chaplin lets me use the pencil sharpener that is outside by the Sheriff's door. I have to do it quickly before the Sheriffs see me using the sharpener. They stopped me last week from sharpening my pencils. I guess they don’t like me having so many small pencils that can be turned into a weapon if I tape them together.

It has become clear to me that evil people control my life completely and I have helped them create a web in which I am trapped entirely. I must untangle the web slowly and somehow free myself from their ignorance and stupidity. I hope my siblings will help me. I intend to leave California as soon as I can. I have got to get out of their jurisdiction where they control everything – from the judges – to the attorneys that I am dealing with. For my prayer time today, I played “Bible Roulette” and was directed to John 6:15 where it says: “Since Jesus knew that they were going to come and carry him off to make him king, he withdrew again to the mountain alone.” I need to go to the mountain in Vermont alone and get away from all these creepy people. Even as I write this, they surround me with their crazy spies to communicate their crazy ideas and plans for my life. The way they operate makes me sick. I need a long vacation from the crazy Sea family. God help me! It seems to me they are genuinely mentally ill, and they have limited access to depth, kindness, creativity, and true wisdom.

I can't find healing for my own stressed out life when I’m around these people. I am in a state of shock over what has happened to me. And, I was already in a state of shock and trauma before all this happened on March 9. It feels like something in nature has failed me - Like the sun not rising in the morning or gravity stopped working. Something is very, very wrong with all of this. It is not God’s plan for my life. Yet, here I am. Some stupid human thought this up and then manipulated the whole thing into reality.

Notes for my attorney: 1) I know where Andrew lives and works since I lived and worked with him for two months. I could have attacked him or his property if that was what I wanted to do… however, I didn’t. It was not my plan or intention to attack him or his property. I only wanted to yell at him and make him think about what he did when stealing the money he stole from me: $3,600. He runs a “spiritual center,” and he stole money from a homeless person. What kind of “spiritual leader” does this?! Apparently, one connected to the CIA.).

This whole thing is a “turf war” between spy networks (the NSA, the CIA, IAC or different factions of the CIA, the IAC, and NSA). I am a gullible American “citizen journalist,” and I have been unjustly forced into this situation. This matter belongs in “spy court” so I can tell the truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have specific names of people to blame and stories to tell of what they have done to me. An American citizen has the right and obligation to be in the place of truth. Real justice requires truth.

My attorney denies my right to a trial (which is what I want). As an American citizen, I have the right to due process. I know that if a handful of average American citizens will hear my side of this story, they will let me out of jail and put Andrew K.H. here instead. I can prove I worked for him because he paid me by check the first two times. I was not a "volunteer" for his creepy church. He stole $3,600.00 from me. He assaulted me, he threatened me and then called the police to say I attacked him, and I threatened him. I need a new attorney who will fight for me. This Attorney refuses to let this case go to trial because he is taking orders from D.K. who works for the Sea family and the IAC.

When you’re in a battle with evil spies and you are a target of those spies – strong and intense efforts will be made to malign and discredit you. However, you don’t expect people from your group of friends – your support system – to attack you as well!  WTF is going on here??!!

BE YOU, BE REAL, BE FREE

When there’s pain all around, and it’s more than you can stand – be you, be real, be free.

When there are threats and death is all around, and it’s more than you can stand - be you, be real, be free.

When your friends are not your friends, and those around you threaten harm – be you, be real, be free.

When the devil makes you king, and it’s more than you can stand – be you, be real, be free.

When you are locked in a space where you can not come and go – be you, be real, be free.

When you’re all alone, and cancer grows and grows – be you, be real, be free.

May 1, 2016, 262-F-Pod      LA County Jail

Happy Birthday, grandmother! OMG, I’m still in this God forsaken hell hole! They moved the entire 50 men in my D-pod to another pod on another floor. One morning the Sheriffs announced that we were being transferred to another floor and everyone was going to be searched for “contraband.” They were looking for drugs, weapons, and alcohol. Some inmates had somehow gotten hold of things they should not have had. One of the ways that inmates smuggle stuff in, is when they go to court.

The screening process on the way back from the court is a complete joke. They make you stand in line for an hour or more to go through a full body scan (just like the one they have at the airport). It scans your whole body to show anything that is in your pockets or hiding in your socks, etc. However, before you get into the scanner, you put your books, court notes & papers, food and whatever you are carrying in a medium-sized cardboard box and then grab your things out of the box after the scanner has done its job. The problem is, NO ONE IS LOOKING AT OR SCREENING WHAT YOU PUT IN THE BOX! What a bunch of knuckleheads! Who’s in charge of this place? The three stooges? Barney Fife?! Inmates put razor blades and drugs that they have somehow obtained while they were at court (from corrupt attorneys?) inside the box and they pick it back up after they have been scanned. It’s unbelievable! Who is giving these things to the inmates? Crooked attorneys and crooked cops are at the top of my list. One inmate picked up drugs from another inmate who had gotten the drugs from another inmate from a different jail… and he put the drugs up his butt, wrapped in a plastic baggie!! Disgusting!!!

For this reason, when we moved to this new pod, officers do “cavity searches” on some inmates. They also made us strip naked and stand against the wall for 15 minutes in a freezing-cold gym where inmates can play basketball once a week for “recreation.” This stripping naked was meant to humiliate the inmates. It was a form of psychological manipulation and control that is intended to degrade an inmate’s sense of dignity. Then, after a long period of standing naked, inmates were instructed to turn around, bend over and spread the cheeks of their butt. This enabled officers to do a butt check to make sure no one was smuggling anything out in the crack of his butt.

After this degrading ritual was done, the officers went through everyone’s stuff and threw away anything they wanted to throw out. People lost their food that was bought through the commissary (legally obtained), their journals, artwork, photographs of loved ones, magazines, mail, court papers, extra sheets, extra towels, extra socks… anything they felt like throwing out was tossed into a garbage pile. Personally, I hoarded sheets, towels, t-shirts, underwear, and socks that would help keep me warmer at night and I could also use these extra materials and form them into a pillow when I slept. They don’t give you a pillow in this jail! I would make a pillow by rolling up extra socks and a towel into a blanket or roll up extra socks into a towel or t-shirt.

After the officers confiscated your stuff, there was nothing you could do about it.  They did find alcohol, drugs and razor blades. Those inmates were disciplined and disappeared to another holding cell. Any inmates that caused trouble or yelled about the injustice of this unfair exercise were put in “the hole” (a place where inmates are placed in solitary confinement). This pod of men has a high concentration of spies. I’ve been with them for almost two months. I don’t have one friend here. There’s no one with whom I “click.” I’m starting to feel like people are “ganging up” on me. I might need to move to another pod soon. I'm not too fond of the vibe in this group. I’m feeling less and less safe.

I now see the Sea family in a whole different light. My new name for them is “the evil overlords of Beverly Hills.” They are either very evil or brilliant. Sometimes people who seem extremely weird are actually geniuses. They control all these spies in here. Each spy plays a different role and says different things to me. It’s all very organized and planned out. Some threaten me, and some try to seduce me (sex in jail is not as prolific as I thought it would be, but it is here among some inmates). Some of these spy-inmates try to befriend me. It’s all a very strange experience for me. In my mind, no American should treat another American this way. I’m disgusted by what I’ve been through. It seems like mentally ill spy networks surround me. Everyone is crazy! Who does this to Americans on American soil!? They think they can make friends by bullying, threatening and disrespecting people? It’s unbelievable. I’m speechless. It’s hard to believe any of these people went to college – much less Harvard! What do they teach people at that school? Certainly not how to be humane. I think these Ivy League schools should give students a mental health exam every six months - just like they do for dental checkups. Ivy League schools have become the biggest threat to American National Security.

I think they even tried to blackmail me by making this scandalous sex video. I haven’t seen it, but I won’t go out of my way to watch anything these fools create. However, it’s annoying just the same. Maybe I should sue them for invasion of privACy?

This new pod is creepier than the last one. Many of the same inmates are here, but about 20% are new people. More spies. This pod has about ten cells with bunk beds, and everything was handed out in a very detailed way. They told everyone precisely what bunk they were to sleep on. They gave me a cell with a Bunkie who is a career criminal. He’s been in jail since he was 19 and he’s in his 40’s now. The word “fag” was written all over the cell and on my assigned bunk was a pair of light blue pants. These pants are part of the uniforms that homosexual and transgender inmates wear in this jail. They keep feminine men, and transgender people separated from the regular inmate population. Why? Because there is a lot of violence this demographic will experience within the regular inmate population. This is all a game that points to more psychological torture from the Sea family, no doubt.

Even if I move out of California, I fear I won’t be able to get the Sea family out of my life. They just won’t leave me alone. Regardless, I should probably go back to Vermont and start my “new life” there. I might also travel to see my sister in Oklahoma. Maybe she can help me see what I’ve been through in a different light. But then I wonder if anyone will be able to understand what I’ve been through! This has been like a "bad cult" experience on steroids.

In politics, Hillary Clinton is beating Bernie Sanders (from Vermont) for the Democratic nomination. A businessman named Donald Trump has beaten the establishment Republican Jeb Bush on the Republican side. There was some talk of Obama getting out of office early which would make his Vice President Joe Biden the next president… however, I don’t think they will do anything that unorthodox. It would be a sneaky move if they did that. Common people like Vice President Biden. He's just an ordinary guy. Once a president (like Obama) is in his second term, he just thinks about his legacy and how things will look from the perspective of history. I doubt he will drop out of office early.

Hillary made a speech in which she alluded to the fact that there were “problems in California.” She even alluded to "the king." Clearly, she knows the Sea family and what is going on with them. Within a short time after Hillary Clinton made that statement, Roger Clinton was arrested in Southern California for drinking and driving. No doubt this was a manipulated event to punish Hillary for challenging “the king.” Here's what she said exactly, "When representatives from 13 unruly colonies met... some wanted to stick with the king, and some wanted to stick it to the king.  The revolution hung in the balance. Then somehow, they began listening to each other … compromising … finding a common purpose. And by the time they left Philadelphia, they had begun to see themselves as one nation. That's what made it possible to stand up to a king. That took courage... Now America is once again at a moment of reckoning. Powerful forces are threatening to pull us apart." No doubt she is referring to "the king" who is a founder of the Sea family overlords. He (papa bear) calls himself “the king of the world.”

I hear the Beverly Hills Overlords don’t want me to leave California. However, they should have thought of that before they psychologically, physically, financially, sexually, spiritually and emotionally tortured me over the last ten (or more!) years. Their abuse of power and violation of human rights seem to know no bounds. Greed is a strong force with these people. They are the masters of fraud and deception. How did I ever get involved with all this?! It will not surprise me if they try to kill me. They have killed a lot of people to make it look like other people were doing it. They are masters of “framing” people as well. It’s all so unthinkable, what they have done. It’s like I’m surrounded by a pack of ravenous, bloodthirsty wolves. I can’t believe this is what my life has become for so long now. I hope I’ll be out of here soon!

May 8, 2016, Mother’s Day - 5 Am    262 – F – Pod

The guards here check on us every 30 minutes. Here they are now. I wrote a song last night (It’s a cute tune, I hope I can remember the tune when I’m out of here):

Spies – I’m tired of their lies (2 times)

Those damn spies, I’m tired of their lies.

Games – I’m tired of their games! (2 times)

Their games are very lame.

Their fame – I’m tired of their fame. Their fame is lame. I’m tired of their games.

I’m still here in this hellhole filled with games and spies. I stopped a fight between a black gang member (30 years old) and a smaller white guy (21 years old. He does not belong in this jail!). I was on good terms with both individuals, so I was able to stop the fight. The little white guy is my Bunkie (we share the bunk bed. I have the top bed, and he has the bottom bed.) I think the black guy is from the “Crypts” or the "Bloods" gang – I can’t remember which one. Both gangs have many of their members in this jail. They are both very big LA gangs known for their violence and drugs. I intervened because the white guy was about to get his ass beat unjustly. He didn't know what he was saying. He was just being honest about his life as he talked to this gang member who was asking him personal questions. I think the gang members thought the white guy was an undercover cop. That’s the last time I step up to stop a fight. I’m now on the shit list of gang members, I think.

My Bunkie (this white guy) talked to me last night for a long time about spy stuff. He’s really interested in being a spy. A month ago, he went online and posted things that were “pro-ISIS” statements. He figured that would be a quick way to meet NSA spies. He was right. Within 24 hours he had NSA spies trying to infiltrate his life. And, he told them he wanted to work for the NSA – that was why he posted those comments online. He’s a really nice guy and does not belong here. Coming to jail was part of his introduction to the spy life. He’s only here for a week or two for something petty. I guess you could say it’s his first assignment.

He told me the next thing he’s supposed to do (his next assignment) is to bring his guitar to the Huntington Beach pier and play music where the pier begins. People will come up to him and give him money, tips, and instructions from there. He’s so new to it all he probably doesn’t realize he shouldn’t be telling me all these things. It would be all kind of cute, if I wasn’t so fed up with spies and the spy world already. But this is what he wants to do. No one is forcing him. So… more power to him. He’s super good looking and a very, very nice. He’ll probably do okay as a spy. But he almost got his ass kicked tonight. I had to stand up for him cause the gang dude was ready to beat his ass (because he admitted he had a boyfriend and he sounded like an undercover cop by the way he was talking).

While here in LA County Jail, I've learned that these gangs entirely work for secret societies and secret agencies on the streets. One gang member told me he gets paid $50,000 to kill people. And he told me how he gets the information on who exactly to kill. He thinks he is working for the CIA and he feels totally protected (even here in jail). He's very overconfident and even shameless. If he kills two people a year that’s an excellent income for him because he has no education to fall back on. They tell him whom they want to be killed and set up the time and place… and he just shows up and blows them away. He was very matter-of-fact about it all. I figured groups like the CIA, the NSA and even the police use gang members like this all the time to do their dirty work of murder. Come to find out - it’s true!

I had a court date on May 6 where I planned to fire my attorney (a public defender named Ben E. Tez). I explained to the Judge (Foxden) that this attorney was not doing his job. I feared this whole arrest was part of a conspiracy that was being manipulated by one of Mr. Ben E. Tez's co-workers in the public defender's office (I’ve known this co-worker since 1997, and he is very close to the Sea family founders. They are all Harvard people.). The judge was very interested in what I had to say and asked me pointed questions about these people I've known for so many years. He demanded that I tell him the names of these people. I was uncomfortable naming names, but when a judge orders you to tell him details, you tell him. Right? No. That’s not what you do — a very bad idea. I mean… it is what I did. I told the truth to the judge and spoke their full, real names. (I’ve always been told you should tell the truth to a judge). But I’ve now been told this was a very, very bad thing to do, and I’m in a lot of trouble with the Sea family spies (who are manipulating this whole thing) for being so honest with the judge. This is one screwed up situation! I’m so screwed – just for being honest and doing what any inexperienced, naïve American would do in this situation: Tell the truth. How did I ever get in this mess?!?!

It makes you wonder: who is keeping these spy networks honest? They seem to control all the newspapers and all the news outlets on TV. They get away with so much crime! They resist holding themselves accountable. If they don’t police themselves, it falls to Congress, the press, citizen journalists and the public to make sure they are held accountable.

In the decades following the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, journalists have been controlled, in large part, by secret societies (like the Freemasons) and secret agencies (like the CIA). This has genuinely and deeply hurt our democracy. Journalists who are compromised by their membership in a secret society or secret agency have spread lies to cover the truth of what is going on in this country. It’s hard to find any newspaper or news show on television that is genuinely objective and truthful. It’s hard to find any newspaper or news show on television that is free from the influence of a secret group. These groups all have a secret agenda.

The American public is constantly being manipulated by one secret portal or another. “Fake News” is not something new to our “modern” American audience (even though President Donald J. Trump is the first national leader to bring it to the public level of conversation). You can find “Fake News” as far back as Walter Cronkite talking about the assassination of President Kennedy. For example, Mr. Cronkite failed at asking the tough questions a real objective journalist would ask about the Warren Commission Report. Apparently, his mustache was a sign of his loyalty first to his membership in a secret society (he was allegedly known to be a Freemason).

It’s one thing to be a member of a fraternal group; it’s treason to the American people to let that membership stop you from being a truthful journalist. When this happens in America, real journalists must rise up from among the citizens to fill the void that is created by compromised journalists. We live in a time when one can write an email and send it many people in their community, their country and even around the world! American citizens can not just sit by and let these secret groups take control of the United States. We live in a time when average citizens can make a difference. It may mean taking the risk of being attacked or even “set up” and thrown in jail. But these are the risks of living in a real democracy. Freedom is not free. All of us living in a democracy have rights and responsibilities – and obligations! If the system has been hijacked by people who suppress the truth from the American people – American citizens must rise up and do something to let freedom reign! However, writing this from jail myself – I realize how tough it really is.

What a ridiculous situation I am in! It feels like I just can’t win. Even the people “on my side” are untrustworthy, inhumane humans with no compass of ethics. I can’t wait to leave Los Angeles now. I can’t wait to get out of here and get as far away from these psychopaths as I can.

I now see that I have to leave because true psychopaths totally control this "jurisdiction." Maybe I should write to the Sea family and apologize for saying their names in open court? It seems the whole family has lost their moral compass when dealing with me. I get the solid impression they would prefer if I were dead. “Join us or die” is the message they always give me. 

When I stop to think about my situation, I see myself in a battle with the people who are supposed to be helping me. They seem to have no moral compass — no spiritual depth to care and be kind. No genuine wisdom – just brutality instead. They do have a boatload of beautiful spies who are manipulative, selfish, shallow, duplicitous, deceitful, and evil. They also have so much worldly power. Mix worldly power with bad behavior, and it leads me to the conclusion that I am in a lot of real trouble.

I hear Sea boy (the son) is now a trained spy-assassin for the government. Not someone I should piss off, I guess. The whole family has worked their way to the top of clandestine ranks in this country. They can do a lot of damage to American citizens who do not cooperate with their agenda. I can see now how they have been behind a lot of the things I have been through over the last twenty years – including the deaths of my parents and many other deaths. They have been playing games with me (lying to me always) since the moment they met me. It makes me sad to realize this because I loved these people. That love has been all alone. They never loved me. I was always an object to be manipulated and used. This makes me feel very sad.

So… I can’t wait to get out of California. However, I wonder if they will continue to stalk, attack and threaten me. No matter where I live these folks will probably screw with my family and me.

In December 2015 a doctor told me that she thought I might have melanoma cancer on my scalp. She took pictures of it, but I never followed up with her as to what I should do next. Then, I ended up in this jail. I can sometimes feel it growing as it burns into my scalp. Almost daily I get headaches here — really bad ones. However, that might be from all the stress I’m under in this psychological torture chamber known as LA County Jail. I don’t want to explore this cancer possibility until I’m out of California because I can’t trust any doctor in this state. I plan to get out of jail and go directly to Vermont or Oklahoma where I have family living. I hope these spies don’t infiltrate the lives of my family members too. That would not be good. But, they probably will. That seems to be the way they operate.

When I went to court last Friday, it was a big day. The jail wakes you up at 4:30 AM and feeds you. By 5:30 AM you have time to shower and then they call you out to stand in line while all the guys with court dates assemble. Once everyone on your floor comes out in a formation line (like the military), they pack you into an elevator and lower you to the ground floor where hundreds and hundreds of men file into old-fashion cells with bars instead of big plexiglass windows (this is part of the “old jail” from 70 years ago). This is where men from all the various floors and groups await their bus to court. Buses go to all the courts in LA County. Not sure how many courts there are, but it seems like there might be 30 or 40 of them – maybe more.

When you are in the cells from the old jail, all the men in this cell are going to the same court that you are going to. There are usually about 40 guys crowded into this one cell with only one toilet. On Friday there was a big gang initiation fight that happened. These two Mexican guys had agreed to fight in this cell. One guy stood by the bars to make sure no cops were coming. And, then the two guys went at it in an old-fashioned fist fight. It was very, very violent. This was a warning to me (more psychological torture), but I never understood that until days later when I had some time to think about the experience. After the fight, both guys had blood coming from their noses. Then, when it was clear who the winner was… the fight was stopped, and they both shook hands. It was a bizarre ritual — odd way to threaten someone.

Spy methods are so weird. They spell words backward… they leave their initials in plain sight all over the place (all over the jail, on the bus, etc.). They spell things openly one way – then mix the letters up to spell something else. For example, “Maniac.”  There are many guys here in jail named “Maniac.” This can also be broken down into “Man I AC” – AC are the initials of the man who started the Sea family. His initials are everywhere in this jail. On every piece of clothing, it does not say “Los Angeles County Jail.” It says “LACounty Jail” – his initials are right there on every piece of clothing. I never understood why people would call AC a narcissist. However, now I see his name or initials are everywhere in this town. Not hard to get the impression that he controls a lot that goes on in this jail – from some of the senior judges to some of the leading cops to some of the gang members (the more high-volume inmates).

When they bring you out of the old fashion cells for the court, they handcuff you to other inmates, and you form a line of 6 or 8 inmates. The handcuffs jingle and jangle as you walk down the halls together. You move as a group into the bus. Then, the bus is made into a traveling cell. It’s broken down into sections, which are basically cages. They lock you up in these cages, as a group of 6 or 8 men. It is fully secured. No one is going anywhere.

The first half of the bus contains individual cells that only fit one person. For their protection, gay inmates and cross-dressers (i.e., feminine men and super masculine women) usually go into these individual cells (wearing their light blue pants). Violent and dangerous inmates go into these individual cells as well. High profile inmates also go into these individual cells… as do inmates on suicide watch (these poor folks are usually seriously mentally ill, and your heart goes out to them because they are bound up with chains on their feet, and they have a suicide vest on that will protect them if they throw themselves into a wall. It looks like a very uncomfortable dark blue vest. People try to kill themselves in all sorts of desperate ways while they are in jail. A large chain link fence has limited the staircase in the new cells because guys were taking sheets and hanging themselves from the stairs.)

Rarely are women on the same bus as the men. However, on occasion, it happens. The men will taunt the female to lift her shirt and show her boobs or some men bother her with stupid adolescent questions. If the men are lucky, she will talk back to them. Usually, the women remain silent and ignore the foolishness.  One time a guy traded phone numbers with a girl he was talking to. He was so excited. Most people in jail are very lonely and long for any kind of connection.

The back of the bus has two large sections with eight seats that fit two inmates each. On the outside, buses are painted black and white -just like the police cars are painted these days. The Sheriff's logo is generously splashed all over the outside of the bus. The condition of the busses: filthy, with trash everywhere. Trash is all over the place, and the inmates (who are treated like animals) throw food (peanut butter and jelly, mostly) on the walls, floors and the thick plexiglass that separates the sections (cages) of the inside of the bus.

Inmates use toothpaste and packs of peanut butter to “tag” or write on the inside walls of the bus. They also write on the seats and the ceiling. People put their initials, their name, and gang signs all over. Code words, hate speech, and gang names are everywhere. The NSA (and maybe even the CIA) also have their code words everywhere. My court is the LAX court which services West Los Angeles towns of Venice and Santa Monica. They deal with all the crimes that are committed on the west side of Los Angeles.

5 AM - May 10, 2016 – 262-F-Pod

This new pod has only cold water for showers. For some reason, they shut off the hot water and showers are very uncomfortable so early in the morning. When I left the jail on Friday morning at around 5 AM I was threatened so many times before I saw the judge, I lost count. Six hours had passed until I saw the judge at approximately 11 AM. The threats came mostly from inmates who were clearly working for the Sea family. It was highly coordinated. I can’t imagine these threats came randomly. My attorney (whom I want to fire for incompetence and conflict of interest) came dressed all in a black suit, black shirt, black tie (like he was going to a funeral). These are all ways that the Beverly Hills knucklehead overlords communicate their ridiculous threats.

“The Dark Knight” (AKA Papa Bear) is at it again. I think he’s pissed that I said his real name in an open court. Honesty is not allowed at LAX court. I made the mistake of telling everyone in my pod that I was going to fire my attorney and request the whole proceedings be moved to “spy court” (which is a real court run by the federal government. It's called FISA or FISC which stands for "Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court" or "Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act"). I honestly feel I can not get real justice in a regular court where I’m not allowed to name names. Spies have been very badly behaved as they mess with my life and kill my family, and I can’t tell the truth in a regular court. I should’ve kept my mouth shut in my pod! They had too much warning to make plans in response to what I was going to do. When will I learn to keep my cards close to my chest!?

My attorney (a public defender) came to see me before entering the courtroom (as has been his regular practice these last few months). I immediately told him that I wanted to go “Pro Per” (which in the legal world means I want to represent myself). He was disappointed and tried to talk me out of it. “It’s my right to do so, and that’s what I want to do…” is what I kept telling him when he tried to talk me out of it. “You think you can do a better job than me?” he would ask over and over. “It’s my right to do so,” I said over and over. “Yes, it is your right to do so, Mr. Woods,” he said in response. Then he finally walked away.

I waited for another hour (and prayed the whole time) before he came back one more time to beg me to change my mind. “Why?” he kept asking me. 1) I have the right to a speedy trial – which he has not facilitated. 2) He told me to commit fraud by telling me to tell the doctor at the jail that I needed psych meds when I don’t need psych meds. 3) He told me to lie to the judge and say that Andrew and I were lovers. All of these unethical things make me uncomfortable to have him as my attorney. Clearly, this attorney is not working for me at all. I feel I can do a better job myself. “It’s my right to do so” is what I kept telling him over and over. “Cause you’re a blasted Knucklehead working for the Sea family” just didn’t seem to be a compelling argument.

I feel I can do a better job defending myself. I’ve never studied law or anything, but some guys in the pod are doing this “Pro Per” thing, and they get access to a law library where they can research things online. One guy in the pod is helping me out by getting all the forms I need to fill out to make my motions in court. Law work is heavy on the paperwork side. There's an old saying that goes something like: “Anyone who wants to represent himself in court has a fool for a client!” However, I feel I have no choice. I cannot trust this attorney at all. I cannot afford an attorney. I’m sure this knucklehead public defender attorney I have is being guided by the brutal overlords of Beverly Hills - the Sea family.

Finally, Mr. Ben E. Tez left me alone, and a Sheriff came to handcuff me and bring me into the courtroom. Again, I had a new judge. In three months, I’ve never had the same judge twice. Judge Foxden was this man's name. I found out later that he is two months from retirement. Nothing more dangerous than a judge about to retire. He can do anything he wants and not worry about the repercussions.  The last time I had a male judge (my first judge), he raised my bail from $50,000 to $70,000 for absolutely no reason. I had the feeling this was not going to go well either. The judge wanted me to explain to him why I wanted to fire my attorney. “It’s my right to do so. He’s not doing his job.” I said. Judge Foxden would not have this excuse. He wanted me to have a reason, so I told the truth. “Because he wanted me to commit fraud and tell a doctor that I needed psych meds when I don’t need psych meds.” At this point, the judge excused the District Attorney from the room. I’m not sure why he did this. At this point, my attorney starts furiously texting someone on his cell phone (probably the Harvard Attorney from the Sea family that was behind this whole farce).

I told the judge that this whole case belonged in federal spy court and there was no way the truth could be entirely told in this court… also, as an American citizen, I deserve a court where the whole truth can be spoken. I told him this was a turf war between spy networks and spy families… and, I was used without my knowledge or consent in this turf war. The judge started demanding I name specific people that got me involved in this. I said, “Another public defender named _____ has been whispering in this attorneys’ ear (I pointed at my attorney), and I am not comfortable with this because I will not get a fair trial or fair representation from this attorney. I have a right to due process and a speedy trial. It’s been three months that I have sat in jail for no just reason.” I hated saying these specific names in court, but the judge demanded and forced me to mention specific names.

Then the judge asked me how I got to know all these spies, and I told him “I used to work for a politician and the family of LBJ.” Then the judge asked me about these people and wanted all their specific names and how I knew them. Then I committed a severe crime in the spy world; I said papa bear’s the real name. I hated saying these names in court, but the judge forced me with his damn pointed questions. On the bus ride back to the jail, I began to see this calling out their names as a good move because if someone kills me now, all these names are on record. But, on the other hand, it may have been a very, very bad move. But the judge is supposed to be told the truth. Isn’t lying to a judge a crime or something like that?

Either way, the judge said I was “delusional,” and he would not approve my request for “Pro Per” status. Then the judge ordered me to meet with a psychologist (that will no doubt will find me "insane"). I was so hurt and disappointed sitting in that courtroom looking at the judge as I sat there in handcuffs. I was taken back to a holding cell by myself for an hour or two. Then I was put into a cell with ten other men who were also waiting for the bus back to the jail. The threats started rolling in immediately.

The sea family was furious that I spoke their names in court. The inmates in the cell started calling me names: “Traitor,” “Leaker,” “Someone will need to be put in protective custody soon,” were all words that inmates started saying to me without me even engaging them. These words and other phrases started ‘floating in the air’ around me. It was bizarre. When I got on the bus, the songs that were blasting on the radio were all happy, celebration songs and victory songs. This whole thing is such a mess. I never know what to do or whom to trust. I guess I just stick with the truth and let the chips fall as they may. Lord help me to be faithful to You who are all truth.

May 18, 2016, 3 PM  252-E-Pod

Well, I’ve moved to another pod once again. There has been so much drama over the last couple weeks; I don’t know where to begin! This cancer thing on my scalp feels like it is growing. I’m now getting constant headaches, and it feels like the lump on my scalp is rising. I pray to God every day for help to forgive the people who put me in here. I can’t believe all the things they have done to my life. What is wrong with these people? It's unbelievable. They are like terrorists in this world. No doubt they were behind the deaths of my parents and many other deaths. It makes me sick to think about it all.

Secret agencies and secret societies kill people all the time with “cancer” and “heart attacks” and “aneurisms” and “accidents.”  Even the mass shootings in Paris, France that happened at the concert of a California band playing in Paris were created by the Sea family… as was the December shooting of 14 people in San Bernardino, California. I have a very strong feeling that the Sea family is behind all of this. I am sure they were behind all these killings. But why? Could they hate people that much? Why would they kill innocent people? Why would they support and create terrorist acts here in America and all over the world? I hope this is my overactive imagination kicking in… cause if it’s true, I’m speechless.  How could one family be behind so much carnage? Are they trying to start World War III?

Since I’ve been in jail for the last 2 ½ months, these people have blown my mind with their bigotry and constant threats of violence. Someone has threatened to put a “contract” out on me here in jail. For sure there is more to the Sea family than the side that I have known since 1995… which is over 20 years! The psychological torture I have experienced at their hands is unbelievable! What they have done to me is not only unchristian and immoral… it’s unamerican!

One thing I constantly think about lately is ‘love.’ Both the idea of love and the reality of it. I think it’s fair to say it would be impossible for me to love the Sea family any more than I have loved them for so many years. I also have this love for Luci and the family of LBJ. Yet these two families are enemies to each other. But here I sit with love for everyone on both sides. In this love is found patience, forgiveness, and pain. I constantly pray “Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name,” etc. When I get to the part that says “and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us…” I always think of the Sea family and those who have put me in this jail. I pray for grace to forgive these ignorant fools from Harvard. I’m astonished at the ignorance in which these people live and act. I get this feeling it is my responsibility to confront them. When I ask God how He could let all these things happen that they have done… “God, why don’t you stop them?” A gentle voice answers in my heart, “My son, that is why I have you involved in this. You are to stop them. You are my hands, my feet and voice in this world.” However, I can’t even seem to forgive them for what they have done to my life. How can I ever stop them from what they do?

I feel the love that makes the request of grace from God. In sincerely wanting this grace, love is present in my heart - full and deep. By suffering so much at their hands and by their constant and intense games, I can’t help but wonder if this love is BAD FOR ME! Part of my brain says I should just walk away and never to speak to them again. Is it possible to walk away from them and forgive them? Maybe I should give them a chance to make amends to me for what they have done to my family and me? Perhaps I should sue them? The deep love I feel and the past we have shared does not allow for too many words. I’m literally speechless. Numb. On countless occasions, a tear runs down my cheek when I start to think about Luci Baines Johnson and the Sea family that hates her so much. I go numb inside. I can’t comprehend the people I love so much… so genuinely, so deeply and the hate they have in their actions… the heinous murders that they have committed. In thinking about all these transgressions, I have come to be sure of two things: 1) The evil you do in this world is the evil you become. And, 2) the evil that is deep and very real always masquerades as goodness. The people who do this evil have been convinced (brainwashed?) that it is a good thing to do. It seems to me the more innocent people you kill, the more you lose your mind, heart, and soul. You become lost in spiritual darkness. When you kill innocent people, something in the human organism of the person behind the killing changes in a deep way.

252 E pod (my new home) is the educational floor. Last night was a USC professor lecturing on “government.” It was a civics class. This morning a teacher spoke on how to get a job, keep a job and leave a job. I am threatened here in jail every day, and I don’t feel safe at all. Lord be with me! Amen.

My bunk is next to a small window. I lay on my bunk all day and watch the outside world where I used to roam. The windows in this jail are approximately 3 inches wide by 30 inches long. You get just a small window to the outside world. As I watch people drive their cars and walk on the sidewalk, I am struck by how so many Americans are prisoners. Who is free? There are just different types of jails and prisons. Poverty is a prison. Many Americans live in the prison of poverty.

Some people are internal prisoners - which is the most dangerous type of prison. The person looks free, but they are not. They are a prisoner or slave to their appetites. Or, they are a prisoner to their parents’ expectations, or to their mental illness, or to their fears, or to their insecurities. I suspect the Sea family are prisoners like this.

A 9-5 job where you slave every day but don’t get ahead is just a prison in which so many find themselves. A single mother who works two or three jobs to support her three kids is in a kind of 'prison.' The married person that hates their marriage (but doesn't know how to get out) is in prison. The bus driver who hates his job of 20 years, is in prison. A homeless person who is stuck in poverty and ignorance is in prison. It’s even possible for a Senator or a President of the United States to be trapped in prison if he has just been put there by handlers (overlords) who dictate his every move and threaten him in ways we can't even imagine. When I think about it, very few people are genuinely, entirely free in this world. Billions of us humans are in one kind of prison or another.

May 25, 2016, Wednesday 262-C-Pod

Well, I can't believe I’m still here in LA County jail! I can’t believe a group of educated people sat down and conspired to manipulate me into this jail and keep me in here so long! I can’t believe any of this. It’s an unreal and brutAL experience. One week or two weeks might be a funny joke. But it’s been over two months! I was arrested on March 9, 2016.

While here I’ve met many people. It’s unreal that about 30-40% of the inmates I’ve met are in a similar situation as I am – someone set them up! What the hell is going on in Los Angeles? Is this going on all over the country? Is this why America has more people in jail than any other country in the world?

Whoever organized this for my life is a complete and total asshole. They have a very evil, vindictive, sadistic, abusive, vengeful, violent, destructive and hateful side to them that is very well used. It’s polished. I’m not the first one they have done this to. This is a well-oiled machine that put me in here. I feel sorry for the Sea family. They have so much money, and yet - so little common decency – so little common sense. I think it was Mark Twain who said something like… “It turns out common sense isn’t so common!”

If I understand things correctly papa bear calls himself the “King of the World.” I thought this country was started to get rid of the idea of a king? Someone in the Sea family has got a lot of explaining to do. I'm very confused about all this king stuff.

There’s an NSA or CIA or Illuminati connection to all this. I talk to some of the guards openly about my situation. When I mention the NSA or the CIA, they start nodding their heads in agreement. They know that secret agencies and secret societies control this jail and even this country.

I was close friends with AH who was, though I didn’t know it at the time, a very big leader in the CIA. I called her my adopted grandmother for many years. I knew nothing about the spy world in which she lived. After her death in 2008 people began to tell me things about her. Then, all of the sudden, so many things she said to me made sense when I looked at her life through the paradigm of a CIA spy. Things I never understood about her became clear. Somehow, I have gotten myself involved in some crazy James Bond shit. Mama bear and AH and I were a threesome for many years. From 1996-2008 we shared a lot of memories together. We did so much together and had such a close friendship. At least I thought we did. As I look back now, it’s clear I was just an object to be used, manipulated and abused. Now I have trained assassins in my life, and this is all starting to read like a sick spy novel. Unfortunately, it’s all true.

It leaves me pondering some basic questions about our country. Is it good for America to let spy families have so much power? I’m just waiting for them to leave me in the dirt – literally! They kill people like it’s a sport. If one family has members in multiple spy agencies (CIA, NSA, IAC, FBI, etc.), this creates a very powerful family. I’m not sure this is good since this power can easily be abused. It’s so easy to abuse naïve American citizens (like me). If I’m not mistaken (and I could be mistaken because people who work “in the shadows” are hard to pin down), they have killed a lot of people (depending on how you count it, hundreds of unknowing, unsuspecting, and gullible citizens have been killed through their terrorist/spy network).

At first, I noticed a lot of those who were dead (like my dentist and his wife) had one thing in common: they were people who voted democrat. They were liberal, open-minded people - not conservative. Just to be sure, I made a list of everyone I knew who died after September 11, 2001, to 2010. It was over 35 people! How is this possible? They were all Democrats, except one. Phil Neal was a Republican. It made me think that it was Republicans who killed all these Democrats. So, for the heck of it, I began researching how many American citizens died while W. Bush was President. My hunch was right: more American citizens died while George W. Bush was president than any other President. Could this be a coincidence? Could these deaths be a brutAL conspiracy? Could these deaths be a Republican conspiracy? Or someone trying to frame the Republicans and make it look like the Republicans are killing people?

While George W. Bush was in office, a friend from Baltimore once said to me “it seems like all the good people are dying.” He had lost a handful of friends all in a short period of time. He was on to something, even though at the time I never looked at this in-depth. However, it’s hard to tell if this is a conspiracy cooked up by Republicans or is it someone who wanted to frame the Republicans? I used to believe that the George W. Bush administration was behind putting the explosives in the twin towers that fell on September 11, 2001. I’m now thinking this rabbit hole goes a little deeper and it could be a group of people trying to frame Bush and make it look like he was the one who did it. The serial-killing mind behind the explosives in the world trade center was possibly someone who profoundly HATES the Bush family and/or the Republicans.

This same theory might be correct about my situation. Someone is framing people. Things get very, very complicated and sophisticated when you are dealing with highly complex, manipulative people. Could this be another NSA operation or Illuminati operation meant to discredit the evil CIA and/or the Bush family branch of the CIA? Americans are for the most part, in the dark about what the NSA, the CIA (and all the spy agencies) really do in this world. What do spy agencies really do with all the information they have collected on innocent, naive American citizens? Americans should be very concerned about what spy agencies are collecting and what they do with this information. They are gathering information on everyone. When they have so much information, they can manipulate everyone – even kill people – just as has been done (I suspect) in my situation. I am easy to manipulate because they know so much about me.

In every pod I’ve been in here at LA Country jail, there is a “prayer call” at the end of the day where inmates pray with each other. Some people get very religious in jail. They pray a lot and read the Bible every day. The chaplains here in the jail give out many Bibles. Literally, killers turn in to theologians! Conversations about God, religion, and spirituality are common here. One guy I met here told me that he has a collection of 8 or 9 Bibles at his home. They are all from each of his stays in LA County jail. One Bible for every time he’s been to jail. He admitted that it was more of a show for his family than it was a sincere conversion in his heart.

6 AM Friday, May 27, 2016 252-B-Pod (Education floor – math class)

Well, I’ve moved again! Too many threats are following me in every pod I go to. I don’t feel safe at all. I’m pretty sure I’m on the shit list of some of these gang members and possibly the Sea family is paying someone to have me beaten up in jail. There might actually be a brutAL bounty on my head in here. That’s the only reason that I have to keep moving from pod to pod – things feel very unsafe. I was talking to a nurse, and she said as soon as I feel unsafe, I should tell the guards that I was having chest pains, and they would take me to see a nurse. Then, I when I see the nurse just tell her that I don’t feel safe and they would take care of moving me and my things to another pod. These gang members communicate via sign language from pod to pod. It's kind of interesting to see all the sign language they have learned so they can communicate in silence. With all the spying going on in this country, every American should learn sign language and start communicating that way. This is how bad things have become with spy agencies listening in on conversations in private homes and offices. Americans will have to learn sign language to keep things private in their family homes. Instead of bars in these cells (also known as ‘pods’), they have thick plexiglass, and inmates can see each other but not hear each other. So, they have all learned sign language and communicate that way.

Also, when meals come around, they are delivered by inmates who are “serving” and trying to get some bonus points on “good behavior” for the judge. There might be some communication taking place at meal times.

So now I’m on the “education floor” (also known as EBI – Education Based Incarceration) where guys who did not finish high school can take a class and work toward getting a high school diploma. If they are here long enough, they can leave with an education that is equal to what they would have gotten in high school. An organization that oversees the program sees to it that they get a certificate that is equal to a high school diploma.

This pod is known as a very safe pod, and no gang bullshit is tolerated, and no threats or violence is tolerated. In the other pods, threats and violence are a daily occurrence. So, we’ll see if this is a better place for me. I do have my high school diploma, but I could use a refresher on math stuff. Calculators have ruined my ability to do math in my head. I seem to have forgotten everything.

The 6th and 7th floors were not a good place for me to be. I received threats on the 6th floor but not as many as on the 7th floor. The higher up you go on floors, the more violent the inmates get. I had been put back on the 6th floor across from “F pod.” I was taken off the fifth floor a week or two ago. Too many threats on the 5th floor last time.

It’s breakfast time here in this pod now. I usually eat a boiled egg or peanut butter sandwich when I wake up at 5 or 6 AM. I keep some food in my cell and trade food I don't like for food I do like. I don’t usually eat with all the guys when they eat. I have my own schedule and eat in my cell. I have an individual cell that I share with one other person, and I come back to this cell, get on my bunk and close the door to read, sleep, contemplate the life of Jesus, or write. The cell door doesn’t lock during the day. But it does lock at night. This helps me feel safer when it's locked. Otherwise, I would have to sleep with one eye opened all night.

Today was my first day of full classes. We will have three classes today: life skills (morning), math (noon) and civics (afternoon). There are a lot of uneducated people in jail. If they work hard at studying and passing the tests, they can get a GED which is like a high school diploma. Some of the guys really try hard. It's nice to see them try to improve themselves and change their lives for the better.

I’m convinced this whole jail is controlled by secret agencies (like the NSA, the CIA) and secret societies (like the Freemasons and the Illuminati). I’ve talked to many guards about it since I’ve been in here, and almost every one of them has confirmed my suspicions. Some are certain (as I am), that clandestine forces are fully in control of every aspect of this jail. If you think about it, real criminals are a threat to national security. I’ve only met a few real criminals in here. Most of the people in here are just stupid, had a moment of bad judgment or they were “set up” like I was. Someone told me that their attorney told them not to talk about their case to anyone in the pod or a cell because spy agencies have every pod, and every cell bugged with listening devices. When people are in jail, they listen to everything that is being said. This attorney also told this client not to trust anyone in jail because there are many different types of spies in here. They come in here to recruit new spies – teaching them the way to have a double life. It’s even on the wrapping for the toilet paper we get “DublNature” toilet paper. Written in plain sight!

On the one hand, it is brilliant work to turn criminals into government assets. On the other hand, it’s creepy as hell. For those criminals who don't convert into the spy world, they end up with “new friends” from their jail time that will keep an eye on them when they get back to the streets.

I’ve met a large number of “Christians” who (it seems to me) deliberately get themselves locked up to come in here and do jail ministry. Is this possible? I’ve never heard anyone talk about something like this on the outside. But, now that I’m in here I’m meeting people that might be doing things deliberately to get put in jail, so they can meet people and do genuine “jail ministry” in a tangible way. If this is true that some Christians are deliberately being arrested to make their way into jail, it sure is a radical type of Christianity. Many of these Christians are in here for a very short time (minor offenses). They are also among the many who have been “set up” and put in jail for what seems to be unjust charges.

My new cellmate (Tim) is a very sweet man (24 years old) from Texas. He’s here on murder charges and has been in here for nine months so far. There is no end in sight because the Los Angeles Coroner’s office is bogged down with so many dead bodies. The Coroner's Office is more than a year and a half behind in their work. Very suspicious things are happening here at the Coroner’s office. Also, since my new cellmate is from Texas, I’m wondering if his case has been given an extra back seat. There seems to be some kind of war going on between the people who control Texas and the people who control California. There is a war going on with many dead people on both sides. It’s in the paper all the time: people visiting California from Texas end up dead in California and vice versa. Something really strange is going on. Since my situation involves people from Texas and I’m in California, I see very strange things going on.

My new cellmate has a particularly sad story. He’s such a sweet, nice guy. I believe his story and don’t think he’s the kind of person that would make up a story like this. He’s just an ordinary guy with a really bad situation.

Here’s the story he told me: He sells small amounts of weed on the side to his friends only. He got a call from one of his friends in the neighborhood to come over with a little weed ($10 bucks worth). He came over, and his friend was drunk as hell. His friend starts talking about how depressed he is and how he wants to kill himself. While he’s talking like this, he is chugging vodka straight out of a big bottle – getting more drunk. He sounds more and more desperate as he talks. So, Tim tells his friend to calm down. “Things are going to get better,” etc. Tim says to his friend, “Maybe you should stop drinking before you do something crazy.” And then Tim calls 911 to ask if they could take his friend to a hospital because he’s talking about killing himself. He’s worried his friend is really going to try to kill himself. They advised Tim to take the alcohol away from his friend. He hangs up, and he tries to take the vodka bottle away from his friend. They get into a tussle over the vodka bottle. The tussle turns into a fight for the bottle. Tim pushes his friend hard, and the guy flies back and hits his back and his head against the wall. He falls to the floor lifeless. Tim calls 911 again and asks for an ambulance. By the time they show up, his friend is dead.

My cellmate still cries when he talks about it. Can you imagine losing a friend in a situation like this? Everything can be verified through the 911 recordings. Why is Tim sitting in this jail for the last nine months? Because the LA Coroner is too busy with more important deaths and there is a massive backlog of dead bodies needing attention in Los Angeles. Why are there so many dead bodies in Los Angeles? If I’m not mistaken, I believe the city of LA has had this problem for the last three years. This keeps innocent people in jail for a long time. Tim has a very sweet, artistic soul and it’s a big burden for him to carry. He’s a fellow musician and a very cool, down-to-earth person. His family is in Texas. No one has ever come to visit him. None of his friends in LA know where he is or what has happened. He has not been able to call anyone, except his mother in Texas. She doesn’t have money to pay for the expensive phone calls from jail. It seems to me that the only crime here is the one happening to Tim who was trying to help his friend. The justice system is very, very broken here in Los Angeles.

When I moved into this cell with Tim, I shared with him my Catholic devotional reading for that day called “Guardian Angels.” This was before I ever heard anything about his story. It said, “… we should not be surprised when friends or even children, die in accidents.” (This is exactly what it said!). It went on to explain this idea in more detail. He found it meaningful. The whole text is very inspiring (page 48 of the “Magnificat” October 2015 vol. 17, No. 8). I don’t read this devotional in date order and felt very inspired to share this with him on the first day of meeting him. They say the Lord has mysterious ways. Every so often I see these mysterious things happening around me. I keep praying for the Sea family and all those who are keeping me in this jail. I pray they will be moved to sincere repentance and sorrow for their evil deeds. My prayer is that they will live on a path that is more loving, peaceful and honest. They must stop killing innocent people.

2 PM

We are on full lockdown here in the jail. This usually happens when they find that someone is missing from their pod or someone tries to escape. Mysteriously it seems that someone has deleted my name from cell number eight where I now live. They put my name on another cell with a very unfriendly, violent cellmate. It appears the Sea family keeps trying to get me beat up in here. I guess they are furious with me for saying their real names in an open court. They don’t want me to talk about the truth, I guess. Just as I left my last pod, they moved in a new guy who looked just like a guy named “Tyman” (who was a former army soldier, 28 years old and way too good looking for his own good). He kept trying to engage me, talk to me and be alone with me. It’s another Sea family game. But I’ve had enough of their games, disrespect, and abuse. I ignored Tyman for an entire week and didn’t trust him at all. Do you know how hard it is to ignore someone who is living with you in small living quarters 24 hours a day, seven days a week? He’s everywhere I go. But, thank God, he quickly and mysteriously disappeared after a week. I suspect he was either going to threaten me or try to give me some kind of disease.

Then, they moved in another dude who looked like Tyman's identical twin. He told me I should stay in California. I can’t believe they are still trying to get me to stay in California! They won’t leave me alone! It’s a little crazy. Like having my own personal stalker. The thought of staying here in California makes me sick.

A song came to me this morning:

Goodbye California

Goodbye California – goodbye desert rain.

Goodbye California – goodbye golden gain.

Goodbye California – won’t miss your purple stains.

Goodbye California – won’t miss your spies who reign.

Saturday 9 AM – May 28, 2016 

Some people I meet here in jail don’t belong here at all. What I see going on here is a genuine crime. Those who are 18-24 years old should really be some other place. They should not be in this jail unless they did something really, really bad. (I did meet one 22-year-old here for murder and he did do it. It was a horrible crime he committed when he was very high on drugs — a somber, dark, horrible story. The victim was an innocent person. This killer does belong here. He may get the death penalty. It was the first time he was ever in trouble with the police. He would never have done this if he wasn't high on drugs.

Most of the young men I meet here do not belong here in jail. The majority of this demographic will leave worse than when they came into jail. They should be in a different system. It’s a crime against our society to put most of these young men among real criminals. We let down our society by putting young men in an institution where they will leave and be worse off (better criminals) for being here. We fail our nation by doing things this way. Young men who have done petty crimes should not be locked in the same room as hardened, lifetime criminals.

The names some people go by in jail are sometimes funny and silly. In my new pod, a guy goes by “Hate” (he’s actually a really sweet guy. You’d expect a guy named ‘Hate” to be a nasty person. This guy is very nice.). In former pods, I’ve met two guys named “Pow Pow” (both here in gun charges, of course). They were both part of a street gang (these are the type of people that secret agencies use to do their dirty work of murder). “Pervert” and “Stalker” were names of guys on the 6th floor.

I often see human ingenuity and creativity at work here in jail.

1) They make a string by stretching out a thin strip of a plastic garbage bag… then braiding these thin strips together to make a solid rope.

2) Making a mirror: They do this by crushing the bottom of a thin plastic disposable cereal bowl into a circle. Then, tearing an aluminum foil from the inside middle of a bag of potato chips, they put the shiny foil on the top of the plastic cereal bowl. Then, with the stretchy part of the top of a pair of socks (it’s like a rubber band) they afix the shiny foil. It works exactly like a mirror when it’s all done. Very impressive ingenuity.

3) We are allowed to shave once a week during recreation time. Inmates are given one razor each. Sometimes they use the razor and turn it into a hair cutting device. They use a comb and put in-between the comb-teeth a razor blade that they take from the one blade razor (they tear out the razor part from the plastic shaver). Then they use this comb-razor to give people haircuts. It surprising how well this works to provide haircuts! When humans are bored, with lots of time on their hands, they come up with creative solutions to problems.

Keeping me in jail these long months is an absolute big mistake for the Sea family to make. They absolutely could get me out if they wanted to. I wrote them a letter in hopes they would do something, but they have done nothing yet, and I assume they won’t. If they were going to do something, they would have done it by now. They are letting this go on far too long. They could have bailed me out, in the least. I only need $700. I still don't really understand how the bailing system works. My bail is set at $70,000. However, if I gave a bail company $700 they would get me out. I've called a bunch of these bail companies from jail, but none of them would answer the phone. I’m sure there must also be some sort of fee for this service, but I don't really know how it works. So, I'm stuck here with the poor people.

Being in jail (where my bed, food, and shower are free) has taken me off of “survival mode” where I have been living for the last 3 ½ years. When you are daily trying to come up with money to feed yourself and pay your bills, you don’t have time for deep, intuitive thinking or reflection time. Here in jail, I have a place to sleep, and my food, shower and free allergy meds are provided. Then I have time to pray, reflect and open myself to God as well.

The Sea family has threatened me over and over again. I see their darker side come out. I see what they are capable of doing. It’s very shocking, to say the least. One minute these people are my closest friends and the next minute they are bigoted terrorists killing innocent people. Part of me is in complete shock. I would never have guessed such darkness would be coming from such nice people. I think I may have met real psychopaths or sociopaths. It’s the only real explanation why there would be such contrasting personalities.

How could someone be so nice and then so evil? Then all these murders have happened. Serial-killing murders. Hundreds of people are dead. The Sea family seems to attach little real value to human life. Victims become depersonalized abstractions. Within the Sea family, I have seen at times sever lapses in ego control (poorly controlled rage).

They know right from wrong. They profess the usual moral standards. I wonder if there have been previous traumatic experiences that have created this brokenness in them. Or, maybe it comes from deep inadequate, insecure feelings of being undersized or somehow physically inadequate. It could also be a severe personality disorder or mental illness. Or, maybe it is rooted in organic brain damage? Something is very, very wrong with these people.

When you consider the Ivy League education, it really doesn’t make sense. Maybe Harvard (and all Ivy League schools) should impose yearly psychological evaluations or counseling with all their students. Dental exams are a routine every six months. Why not some sort of psychological exam as well? People at this level get a lot of pressure to perform well from their parents. These students are often pushed hard by their parents, from a young age. I’m convinced that Sea boy is only trying to please his parents with all this crazy stuff he does. He wants his dad and mom to be proud of him. It is not uncommon for people at Ivy League schools to be under tremendous pressure from family – to make them proud. 

The Unabomber went to Harvard too. The story on him (if I remember it correctly) is that he was humiliated and disrespected – in part, over his sexuality. This was done by authority figures at the school. He was a very smart teenager and was accepted into Harvard at the age of 16. It was the year 1958. He entered into a psychology experiment that was meant to look at how people deal with stress. The sessions were “vehement, sweeping and personally abusive” interrogations. In these experiments, they assaulted the Unabomber's ego and most cherished beliefs. He was asked to divulge his sexual fantasies. These authority figures mocked him and disrespected him for what he shared. This experiment went on for three years! The theory is, he was tremendously damaged by this experience, and it turned him into a serial killer. What the Sea family killers and the Unabomber have in common is not just Harvard, but also a desire to kill humans – but, to do so in a way that is undetectable, so that they can kill again and again and again.

Sexuality and intimacy are both connected to the place from which we humans experience love. When Jesus was asked what the most important laws of God were, he said, “to love” (your God, your neighbor and yourself). Love is this fascinating thing that is like a diamond because it has all these different facets and expressions. The love a parent feels for a child is deep. And, yet the love a spouse feels for his or her partner is deep too, but different from the love one feels for a sibling, a child or a parent. These examples can go on and on (the love we feel for our pets is different from the love we feel for our friends, the love we feel for our family is different from the love we feel for co-workers, etc.) Love has many facets, and when Jesus taught that the most important thing in life is to love, he was saying: “Pay attention to this. Love is extremely important to the human organism.”

When it comes to our sexuality and our ability to be intimate with other beings on this Earth, we are talking about the place from which we love. This is why the “gay rights” movement and the “civil rights” movement mirror each other in some very basic and key ways. In their essence, they are both about love. Some people think the gay rights movement is about sex, but they are wrong. I grew up in a very conservative environment that was against gay rights. And, I shared these views for many years. Yet when I got out into the world and started to meet gay people and ask them questions about their life, I began to see that what the gay rights movement was about was love. The God-given-right to love.

When I moved out to California in 1992, I drove out from New England. I was helping Luci Baines Johnson and her family move out of Toronto, Ontario back to Austin, Texas. When I left New England, I headed toward Texas to help Luci and the family settle into their new house. Then, after this was done a few months later, I drove on to California. I was almost thirty years old, and it was the first time I had ever gone out to live life on my own. You could say I was a bit of a late bloomer.

One of the things I did was to drive slowly and stop off in towns big and small all over the United States to meet people. I wanted to meet average Americans and hear the stories of their life and see what life was like for them. I love meeting new people who are real. So, I took lots of time to meet and talk with many different kinds of Americans. It really taught me that average Americans are really good people. And, they are all very interesting in one way or another. I also learned that Americans are kind-hearted and loving, for the most part.

At the time, bars and pubs were plentiful in many states. In these places, you could usually find people who wouldn’t mind talking to you. Also, Bar-B-Q eateries were all over the south, and these places were a good place to meet people and chat. At one place I met two older men who were gay. It was a small town in the south. They had been together for 35 years, and they didn’t mind talking about their lives with me. I asked them many pointed and personal questions about what it was like for them being gay. When I asked them about sex, they admitted they hadn’t had sex for many years. This was also something I had heard from heterosexual couples. Apparently, after you have been with someone for a long time, sex is something that many people lose interest in.

This was the moment I realized that the gay rights movement was not about sex. It was about love. And, just like it was wrong (from a Christian perspective) to treat black people like slaves (not granting them the right to vote, for example) it was wrong to treat gay people like second class citizens because gay people were really like any American or any human that needed love and affection. To deny gay people the right to exist was like denying African-Americans the right to exist. Both of these issues were about love and the God-given-rights that these humans have to exist peacefully within our American society. Disrespecting people because of whom they love or how they love is not only unamerican, it’s damaging to the person, damaging to the community and damaging to the country.

So when the Unabomber was mocked and disrespected for his sexual fantasies (at such a young age), it was very damaging to him, and it created problems for the community (and for the country). Being disrespected and mocked by authority figures (parents, teachers) can create big problems in a young mind and heart. The seeds of this Unabomber dysfunction were planted in his youth, but they bloomed in adulthood. This Harvard experiment was such a bad experience, it damaged him for life… and probably turned him into a killing psychopath. I can’t help but wonder if the same is true for the Sea family and the problems they have created for America in our present day.

The Sea family absolutely has been involved in the deaths of innocent Americans and the deaths of so many pets as well. I am really in shock over it all. It’s a crushing wave of reality crashing down on my psyche and my heart as I lay here in jail thinking and praying about it all. My dreams at night are so vivid and speak clearly to me about what is really going on here. I’m convinced they are deeply involved in all that has been going on. I hope and pray I am wrong about it all. However, it’s all becoming very clear as I have time here in jail to pray and reflect on my life over the last ten years. I have never seen how evil and dysfunctional the Sea family is. I’ve only seen the light, happy, loving side of them all. What they have done is absolutely unthinkable. There is no other word I can come up with other than “evil.”

Someone told me it looks like they tried to start World War III or another Civil War. They may genuinely think that a new Civil War is the only thing that will put an end to the stranglehold that secret societies have on our country. Maybe they are right. It feels way above my pay grade to make that kind of judgment. I don’t know what they are trying to do, but it sure is screwed up. They sure have screwed up my life. I hope mama bear will be able to help papa bear ‘see the light.’ She’s the only one with common sense in that family. I would have expected her to hear about what they did to me (by putting me in jail) and put a stop to it. But, she hasn’t done anything. That is very, very strange. She must be in on it. Nothing happens that escapes her radar. She is very sharp and on top of things. This is all very confusing for me.

I hope this is all my overactive imagination, but I think they may have put a bounty on my head to have me beaten up in jail for saying their names in an open court of law. A big and loud African-American man was doing and saying some very strange things to me. He wanted to fight me. Just as things were getting intense, the sheriffs came in and made him move out of the pod before anything could happen. He would spit on the floor in front of me every time I was walking around the pod — bizarre behavior. I guess I need to just stay on my bunk and read. Someone complained about him, so they moved him out, I guess. He was always looking at me and saying really weird things to intimidate me. I held my ground pretty well. My favorite line to him was, "you better eat your Wheaties if you're gonna mess with me." I have no idea where that came from, but it worked. He backed off. However, what a pain in the butt this guy has been.

One of the most light-hearted, fun times in jail is when meal time comes. That’s when the “deal makers” come forward. “I’ll trade my milk for a juice” or “I’ll trade my eggs for cereal” or “I’ll trade two hard-boiled eggs for a banana,” etc. “Coffee shots” (1 ½ teaspoons of freeze-dried coffee) is by far the most valuable thing to trade here in LA County jail. Coffee is like gold in jail. Everyone but me needs coffee every day. (I’m very allergic to it and hate the smell). So, sometimes I trade food I don’t like for small packets of coffee, which I will use to trade for food I do like. People will trade their entire evening meal for one pack of coffee. I’m always hungry cause I have been working out a little every other day to try and stay in some kind of good physical shape. It’s hard to exercise in such a small space.

One guy (a Freemason) goes up and down the stairs hundreds of times a day to burn off calories. He’s in here for murder. However, as I asked him questions, he cut me off and told me his attorney advised him not to talk about the details of his case with anyone in jail. I bet you he gets off scot-free. These secret society guys look out for each other in “the justice system.” I bet you he gets a Freemason judge, and he gets off with time served. That’s what is wrong with this country. Secret societies control everything. If you don’t belong to one, you won’t get far in this country. This is the kind of thing that the Sea family is protesting and working to change. Is it naïve to think we can change this without all the violence that the Sea family brings to this conversation?

I’m still in shock over how many people I meet in here that have been “set up” by someone on the outside. I am more certain than ever those secret societies (like the Freemasons and the Illuminati) and secret agencies (like the CIA and NSA) prepare the crime. “Criminals” only commit the crime. Some of these “criminals” are just naïve, gullible citizens who are stupid.

A surprising number of inmates will “fake” being mentally ill so they can get drugs in jail and have another currency to trade for things. The nurses are supposed to make you take the drugs in front of them, but 90% of the people fake taking the drugs. They make pretend they put them in their mouth, but they keep them hidden in their hand. Or, they just walk away with drugs in hand and don’t even fake it. Most nurses won’t protest this breaking of the rules because they have so many people to service and they get behind. They can’t argue with everyone that gets in line and doesn’t take their pills. Almost all of them are doing this. Then, the inmates bring the drugs back to their bunk and trade them for things at a later time. Guys who are drug addicts on the street will come to jail and tell doctors they “hear voices.” so that they will be put on a special floor and wear a “yellow” shirt (instead of blue, like the regular inmates). Being in “yellow” is jail-speak for being mentally ill. This gives inmates daily access to drugs (which most of them don’t take), but it puts them on the drug floor where they can wheel and deal for their drug of choice).

One of the most popular drugs to trade is liquid Benedryl or cough syrup that has codeine in it. People get really high when they consume a large amount of these drugs at one time.

“Crystal meth” addicts love a drug/pill called a “Boost bar.” They crush up the boost bar and snort it. This gives them the same sensation that meth addicts crave. Vicodin used to be available until recently. It was so popular; the jail stopped offering it. Drug addicts spread the word about how to get on the drug floor. “Hearing voices” has never been so popular! For drug addicts, if you can party while you are in jail… this is a good use of time. Moreover, it’s all on taxpayer money. You don’t have to pay for one pill!

The doctors and nurses here are a joke. They are not very discerning when they put an inmate in “yellow.” They believe anything the person says – without any question. The system is so overburdened with so many people; there is no time for quality control.

Recently, I met an inmate who had just come in from Florida. This was his second time in jail. The first time he was here he pleaded “crazy-insane-mentally incompetent.” He was in for drug trafficking and was facing 32 years in prison. He lied about “hearing voices,” played with his own feces and spread it all over his shirt… and ended up spending only two years in a mental hospital for his crime. Lying about your mental state is a popular thing to do in jail. Things go easier for you.

People in the jail and prison system have their unique language and slang. Today’s word of the day is “OG.”  When they call someone “OG,” this is slang for “Old Guy.” It is a title of respect given to older men who are incarcerated. 

Sunday, May 29th, 2016, 1 PM 

Since I’ve had so much time to think things over in jail, I’ve come to the definite conclusion that I have chosen writing over marriage. Writing is all I continuously do. It’s like my relationship. It’s where I go to vent and dream and ponder life. It’s where I go to (hopefully) live on after I’m dead. Instead of having children, I have books and poetry and songs that will live on in my place. I hope I can come up with such meaningful creations that they live on for generations. However, even if my work dies with me, it brings such a good feeling of peace to write. Writing is where I meet God and hang out with God. If all I have created dies with me… well, I guess I can know the happy feeling of being so firmly bonded to a form of human expression. I love to write. Writing is like thinking out loud for others to hear.

Moreover, there is no feeling like writing a poem or a good song with my guitar that expresses precisely what I’m feeling and thinking. To sing a song that comes from my soul is such a full feeling (fulfilling) experience. It must be how a bird feels when it sings a beautiful song that comes from deep within itself. When instinct meets expression, fulfillment is where you are.

I’m a little worried I was too honest with the judge (and the psychologist I just met) with about my life and my experiences with spies, spy networks, the family of LBJ and the Sea family. The psychologist was an ass and is claiming I’m mentally ill. However, I know I’m not. I’m just too honest. American citizens should have more protection from these spymasters who seek to enslave people into a life of duplicity, manipulation, and deceit. American citizens have a right to live with integrity if they want to. No American should be forced to live outside of honesty and integrity.

No doubt the judge will send me to a mental hospital for further evaluation.

I just met a guy in my pod who is having another, bad experience with this judge named Foxden. I’m even more worried after this other inmate has told me things. He says that Judge Foxden is going to retire in two months. That’s not good news for me. That means he can do whatever he wants to people without any fear of losing his job. There is nothing more dangerous than a judge who is about to retire. His corruption can go deep, and no one can touch him. There is nothing you can do to him for his dishonesty and sleaze. The only thing more dangerous than a judge who is about to retire is a mentally ill billionaire!

Let me tell you about this inmate who gave me this information.

He is a military veteran who fought in the middle east for the last four years. He’s been in jail for the previous few months. He’s getting screwed in here, just like I am. He’s been set up as well. Also, he says he’s being punished by the CIA or some government people for what he knows about something that happened in the middle east. They have forced him on psych drugs, and it has screwed up his nervous system. You can tell he’s a little off center with these drugs in his system. These drugs can really screw you up. He has horrible stories about fighting in the war. He knows stuff (and has seen stuff) that has confused, disappointed and hurt his soul. He says he stopped something from happening during the war that was really bad. He saved lots of innocent people from being killed. He says he’s been put in this jail as punishment for speaking the truth that he knows. Of course, I believe him since this has also been my own experience. He says Judge Foxden is working for the CIA or some other government spy agency. Every time this guy tries to get help for his case, he’s blocked in one way or another. He has gone “Pro Per” because he thinks he can do a better job representing himself. The attorneys that he has been given from the Public Defenders Office do nothing for him. He was really helpful with information on my case. He gave me forms to fill out and questions to ask the judge next time I’m in court. He thinks they are going to make me go to a mental hospital and he gave me advice on how to handle everything. He was very, very knowledgeable about the court system. He says someone killed his father a few months ago.

His father was helping him get settled into life back at home here in Southern California. His situation sounds terrible. He didn’t tell me everything about his story. However, he says he’s an American hero, and I believe him. He’s brilliant. The psych drugs they have forced him to take are messing with his nervous system. It’ s like they are slowly trying to kill him and silence him from speaking what he knows. Man, our country is screwed up. Meeting this guy confirms so many things about which I was wondering. He asked me lots of good questions about my situation, and he’s sure that everything is being manipulated for me. All the signs are there, he says. He says if I’ve been involved with the family of LBJ and I was witness to a deathbed confession of a man who helped LBJ cover up the money he made thru corruption,  there is no doubt that dangerous forces are out to silence me and mess with my life.

Meeting him was a kind of encouragement. However, I can’t help but wonder if it was a mistake to be so honest about all the spies in my life.  On the other hand, when I am immersed in the truth, I am immersed in God. Even if people (like friends and family) don’t understand it all, I’m doing the right thing. 

I have, also, been wrong about some things over the last several years. I’ve had opinions and theories that were misinformed and poorly thought out. The way  I see it now: If you don’t say something foolish once in a while, you’re not pushing the envelope enough. When you are dealing with the secret agency and secret society spymasters… one should tread lightly and not be so sure about things. These people are masters of making things seem one way when things are another way. They are masters of deception - just like the Devil.

There’s no doubt that I have been immersed in unfettered psychopathic psychological torture by the Sea family and the friends and family of LBJ. I’m getting bullshit from every angle. This has been going on for over a decade now. I have so many people playing games with my life. It’s really out of control. Today we had a Catholic mass service, and before the service, people in the cell were saying the names of people who are part of the Sea family. This can not have been a coincidence. The Sea family is just letting me know they are watching everything I do. There was a documentary playing on TV last night about the 1960s and LBJ. This must not have been a coincidence, either. Someone is intensely manipulating my environment.

There’s a female Catholic chaplain here that has been very helpful and kind to me. Women always seem to be better at every job. Female leaders have grown a lot in number – just in my lifetime. When I was a kid, very few women ran businesses or ran to serve as a politician in public office. My mother came from a time when women stayed in the home to work. Their job was to cook meals for the family and clean the house. Men ran religion, schools, businesses, towns and political offices.

Then came “women’s liberation” in the 1970s. Women protested the way they were treated by society in general and by men in leadership. They protested in the streets, and some females literally burned their bras in public. In private, many women stopped shaving the hair on their bodies and stopped wearing lipstick or other kinds of makeup (which was the standard requirement that the male-controlled society imposed on females). The voice of women began to be heard in small and big ways. They began to demand better treatment. The abuse of women and children (which had been tolerated in past generations) became a serious and untolerated crime. Slowly women were “allowed” to lead in ways that had been unheard of in years past. They became educational leaders, religious leaders, police officers, firefighters, authors, business owners, managers in male-dominated businesses and politicians.

They began to demand equal pay for equal work (a fight that still continues forty years later at the turn of the new millennium). They fought with men on the battlefield of business, science, religion, and politics (the four pillars of modern society). People in the future (one hundred or more years from now) must realize that this was no easy task for women to do. In this battle, some women had to become like men in order to win the fight and enter leadership. There are many examples I could point out on this subject. But, the most obvious is the first woman who might become President of the United States – Hillary Rodham Clinton. The American people might want to see what a woman can do with that job. Overall, I think Americans are impressed with what women have contributed to society, and they might like to see how a woman would run the White House and all that comes with the responsibility of being President of the United States.

Over the last thirty years, I have met many people who have worked with or known Mrs. Clinton. And, I’ve heard from Washington insiders that she and her husband (the former President Bill Clinton) have a very progressive, forward-thinking marriage (which means they are intimate with other people and don’t confine intimacy to their marriage). Several people have described Hillary as a very “manly” type of person to deal with. I suspect that being on the cutting edge of being a female who broke into the man’s arena of politics, she had to create and nurture within herself aspects of her personality that would be considered more “manly.” This includes the ability to be cruel and tough. This is not just an experience of one female in politics. In my observation, it carries across in every field where women have had to battle with men to enter where women have not been allowed in the past.

I have met many females in this generation who have traded their ability of nurturing, gentleness and kindness for a more tough and cruel personality. Many of these cutting-edge women in our modern day have become like men. It is my sincerest hope that in 3 or 4 generations from now, female leaders will be able to regain in leadership the thing about females that is special: the ability to be nurturing, gentle and kind. When women come to the table of leadership, what the community needs more than anything is a nurturing feeling of kindness and gentleness. The way that males have screwed things up so thoroughly and completely in this world is that they have brought with them the aggressive spirit of a “warlord” (for over five hundred years this “warlord spirit” has ruled all over the Earth). For hundreds of years, male leaders have been cruel and tough as leaders in their communities. They kill, they hate, they war, they fight. Some in the field of biological science say that this is because of the abundance of testosterone in the male biology. Whatever the reason, this spirit of “warlord” is the very thing that has made living on the Earth less productive and enjoyable than it could be. It has kept us stuck and mired in things that don’t move the human race to a more evolved place of being. The nurturing female is more connected to things like telepathic communication and empathic knowledge of what is going on around her. Our world needs more nurturing, kind, intuitive, gentle leaders. This is a more productive and loving place from which to lead others.

If it’s true that the Earth is an experiment of more advanced beings, the experiment has been in the trajectory of failing for hundreds of years. Under the leadership of testosterone-filled males, humans have been a cancer on this Earth. Under the leadership of males, there have been massive wars, polluting of the Earth’s environment and human sacrifices of death for hundreds and hundreds of years. With the invention of things like the nuclear bomb, the murder rate of the “warlord class” could grow dramatically and exponentially. The need for genuine female (nurturing, kind, intuitive, gentle) leaders and “two-spirited” male leaders has never been so appropriate and needed. 

Today, the only profession I can think of that women have not been allowed to partake in is being a priest in the Catholic Church. Still, in many Catholic churches (and among the Catholic chaplains in this jail where I now stay) females are the best and most effective ministers of the Gospel of Jesus. Jesus was clearly a gentle “two-spirited” person of peace, kindness, intuition, and creativity. Yet, he could cause a scene and toss over the tables in the Temple. (Matthew 21:12)

The male Chaplin here in LA County jail (the guy with the mustache) is not so impressive as a leader. Is it just a coincidence he wears a jacket with the Illuminati symbol on it? Probably not. Secret society and secret agency people infiltrate the Catholic Church by the boatloads. I can say for sure he’s the least appealing chaplain of all the denominations that minister to the inmates — very uninspiring words when he speaks. His services are horrible. First, he always tells us the wrong page for the service responses and readings. So, you can’t follow along or be part of the service. Why would he do that? What a knucklehead! This makes the service very chaotic and weird. Second, the song he played on his “boom box” after communion was bizarre. It was about a tree that died. My last name is ‘Woods,’ and it made me wonder what the point of the song was. Was that some warped threat (tree dying / woods dying?)? It was just a bizarre song to play at a prayer service. It had nothing to do with God.

I’m still torn about what I should do: should I speak the truth about my situation or should I just shut the hell up and fall in line with evil, creepy people? If they kill me, I’m okay with that, I think. However, they will probably just keep killing people around me. This is another form of psychological torture. They are “crevil.” This is a new word I have just made up. “Crevil” is a person who is simultaneously CRazy, CReepy and EVIL. Who can understand people like this? If I die aligning myself with truth… so be it. That might do me good in the end. Maybe at my death, I will feel close to God since God is the truth. We all have to die of something and at some time, right? If I die because I'm standing up for what is right, then I will have no regrets in the end. If I don't stand up for what is right, then I'm just another coward.

Today’s service was about the strength we get from the Eucharist and the Word of God.  “God is Truth” and if I live in truth (even if people don’t understand or believe me) I live in God. No matter how the goofy chaplain screws up the service, the presence of God, Word of God and the Body of Christ is still powerfully present. If it is a deliberate attempt to sabotage the Catholic service, they can not destroy the Grace that comes to those who live with sincerity in their heart. Sincerity is connected to truth. Truth is connected to God. God is connected to love. I still feel the presence of God burning through my soul even now as I write this. What fools evil people are if they think they can stop God or those who love God. Holy Spirit, be my guide.

This is also Memorial Day weekend when we are reminded of the (over 1 million) people who have died for freedom of the press (freedom to write anything) and freedom to speak anything. This encourages me to speak out about the truth I know.

While I was in line for lunch today, I was talking to another inmate about how many of us have been “set up” by people who act like a spy. What seems to be happening in America is that secret society members (for example, people in the Freemasons, Skull and Bones, KKK, John Birch Society, Illuminati, etc.) and secret agencies (like the NSA and the CIA) prepare the crime, and then they find a person to commit the crime. It’s a web they create and then entice someone to come into their prepared web. Unknowing, naïve and gullible citizens fall for their tricks all the time. This is not the way Americans should treat other Americans. The public should be warned that this is going on in Epidemic proportions. I suspect that this is why American jails and prisons are more full than any other country on Earth (including China – which has four times more citizens in population and is also an authoritarian country!). No country in the history of the world has ever incarcerated more of its citizens than the United States of America – EVER! For this, we have secret societies and secret agencies to thank!

Poetry: I wrote a poem in my first month here. At first, I wrote it with the family of LBJ in mind. Now, I see it's also appropriate for the Sea Family, Inc.

“Wealth can cover a multitude of sins, but the poor are as naked as an old stitching pin. There are times you can’t rely on your friends or your kin… their words are a hallow as a can that is tin.”

I grapple every day with the reality of what has happened to me. I try to make sense of it, but I come to the same conclusion every time: you can’t make sense of the actions of ignorant, crazy, stupid people. I’m not the kind of person who has gone through life without tasting wild strawberries and raspberries or without noticing and smelling all sorts of flowers. Through all this I am proud to be born in America – it really is the land of the free and the brave. If you’re not free in America, be brave and fight against what imprisons you.

I keep thinking about my next book. I might call it "Homeless and Hunted by Spies." Here are some facts about what I would highlight: Fourteen real assassination attempts on my life (detail the most intense attempts on my life in the last ten years). Over 50+ people killed to intimidate, threaten and silence me (tell the stories of who some of these people were). Over 60+ attempts to set me up as a criminal (detail what these experiences have been).  0 zero chance I will give in to being bullied or threatened by anyone.

New word I made up this week: Evdiculous (pronounced “Eve-dick-you-liss). It means: evil and ridiculous at the same time.

Song lyric of the week: “He’s just another screwed up spy who thinks he’s cool because he lies.”

Thought of the week: Be careful what you say to people who are delusional. A very happy delusional person might be better off than acknowledging the very grim reality in which he or she lives.

This week I learned that the Japanese have a saying: “After a victory, tighten your helmet cord.” (In other words, after a victory be prepared for a battle.)

New words unique to the jail environment: “Break it down” (that means this meeting is over). “Chow at the door” (that means that it’s time to eat. Get in line for food). “Radio” (that means be quiet, listen up. An announcement is about to be made). “Count time” (means the Sheriffs are coming in to make sure everyone is here. They call your name, you walk up and show them your wristband which has your name and jail number on it.). In jail, you call your close friends “homie” or “fool.”

What it means to be an American: I’m for truth no matter who tells it. I’m for justice no matter who it’s for or against. This is what it means to be an American.

3 PM

A new song has been in my head all day: “Spies I’m tired of their lies! (sung twice) Those damn spies, I’m tired of their lies! Their games – their games, their games are very lame! Their fame – I’m tired of their fame. Their fame, I’m tired of their games.”

Every once in a while a new poem will pop out of me:

ONLY ONE

One day at a time,

One bill at a time,

One hill at a time,

One ill at a time,

One pill at a time,

One will at a time,

And if you’re in the CIA…

One kill at a time.

I used to think that the family and friends of LBJ were a problem for my life. Some of them were a problem. However, now I see I have more significant problems than that. Has the whole world gone crazy? The people I used to feel safe with here in LA are now threatening to kill me. Everything is so screwed up. I think insane people surround me. “Insanity” is not seeing the reality of the damage that has been done to the lives of innocent, naïve and gullible American families who have lost loved ones in this “senseless spy war.” Maybe I should call the book, "War of Spies" or "Spies At War." 

I have lost over 14 years of what is supposed to be “the best years” of my life. When your ACtions cause problems in the lives of innocent, unknowing, naïve people - continually- month after month, year after year, decade after decade (soon it will be two decades of bullshit that I’ve endured and suffered through). This must be a sign of some addiction or mental illness on the part of those who have done this to me. A wall of denial exists. That would be a good song title: Wall of Denial.

If they do kill me, I’d say to those who love me: whether you live a long life or a short life, both are but a moment in the eyes of eternity. Do not mourn my loss in this world. I live in the songs, poems, and writing I leave behind. Possible potential and possible peril surround us all each day. Mired in this massive paradox, we each find our way on this Earth. God bless you!

I had this dream last night about writing a song. It had a cute tune, but I doubt I’ll remember it. I wrote down the words when I woke up: “They say it’s lonely at the top, really lonely. However, I don’t feel at the top, just homely. Alone every night I’m dreaming – dreaming of a love I can not have. I’m screaming in my dreaming, “I’m a human damn it – I’m a real one! A human all alone in my cell, but still… I dream of you. I dream of me. I dream of you, I dream of me.”

6 PM

Because our sleep is always disturbed by Sheriffs who slam big steel doors every 30 minutes (all night!!!), I have the most vivid dreams. They are often intense. On days when I am threatened a lot with being beaten up or killed (today they threaten to kill my sister), I often have real nightmares. Mostly, however, I have great dreams where my subconscious has been hard at work balancing out the bad reality I live in. They are complete imaginary friends, but it’s very real while I’m sleeping. It’s so interesting the way that the human organism creates balance when things are so out of balance for so long. When the dreams turn to nightmares (as sometimes they do if I’m having a bad day with threats or abuse from the Sea family), it’s unbearable cause I’m tortured during the day, and I’m tortured during the night too!!! I get no relief from psychological torture – except when I have good, comforting dreams in my sleep at night.

My only outlet for honest intimacy is this writing I do on paper with a pencil in hand (they won’t give inmates a pen). If I lived the way the Sea family wants me to live, I couldn't be honest with anyone about anything - not even my closest relatives (who are my only friends at this point in my life). I don’t have any real friends here in LA, to be honest. I have a bunch of weird spy people in my life. Spies don’t make good friends. They just play games with you. No one is real, genuine or sincere. What kind of life is it when you don’t have people you can be honest with? That seems like a very strange existence to me. I have no interest in that kind of life. But the Sea family says they “own” me. It’s like I’m a slave to them. This must be how slaves felt back in the day when people had slaves. The Bible actually endorses slavery in many, many places. For hundreds of years, men of God preached and argued in favor of slavery – because it was endorsed by the Christian Scriptures. That’s one reason why it took so long to abolish slavery. Humans seem to evolve very slowly.

For the most part, the Bible studies here in jail are run by fake Christians who are Sea family spies. One of the pods I was in had a real Christian leading the Bible study. However, almost all the pods I’ve been in have had spies leading the Bible studies. They focus on Scripture that says things like, “be obedient to my son.” This is a direct manipulation of the Sea family who is trying to transition “the kingdom” that papa bear has created to his son and his two knucklehead friends from Harvard. It’s a little scary how they are twisting Bible passages to speak for what is going on in the Sea family business. It sounds more and more like a real cult.

I’ve been having some bad dreams when I sleep lately. I can thank God that my nightmares at night are not real. They are really bad nightmares. In some ways, I am living a nightmare. (Unfortunately!) May God bless all those who are kind to me!

Memorial Day, May 30, 2016, LA County Jail

Calculated Cruelty. This whole thing is calculated cruelty - the intentional infliction of emotional distress. This is the only phrase going through my mind over and over again. It boggles my mind. What are they thinking? The Sea family has gone crazy. Why are they doing this to me? What did I ever do to them? I must have done something. People don’t just do this to someone. Do they? I guess if it could be a sign of genuine mental illness on the part of the Sea family.

It looks like the evil Sea family that persecutes me has released a video of me, and it’s gone “viral” (I've been told). I hear it's a sex video. They have been invading my privacy and secretly videotaping me for many, many years. It’s meant to bully me and punish me for speaking out their names in court and for speaking out about all the murders they have committed. Only a group of mentally ill people would treat an American this way. Mama bear is the one person who could have done something to make this right… but she didn’t or hasn’t yet. I wrote to her and asked for her help. I got silence in return. She is condoning this whole thing, no doubt. I don’t understand it at all. I thought we were such good friends. Clearly, I was wrong. I think when this jail thing is done, I should get the hell out of California and go back to Vermont.

3 PM

I took an afternoon nap and had the weirdest dream. It felt so real. I was working in a fantastic place – it was music and entertainment related. Everyone had a piano or some musical instrument in his or her office. Everyone was beautiful and fun. There was a lot of heavy set, full-figured women who were full of life and beauty. Moreover, there were a lot of very athletic, beautiful men. Everyone was rich. And, they all looked up to me as if I was the boss. They all relied on me every day. Every day was an exciting day. However, one day everyone settled in his or her office and didn’t need me. I went to every office to see what I could do to help. No one needed any help. I didn’t know what to do or who my boss was. Everyone relied on my input very much, but I had no “office” to which I belonged.

I went to each office trying to see where I belonged. But, I didn’t belong anywhere. No office claimed me or had my name on the door. No office needed me. No one missed me. They were very busy. However, every office loved me and often used my advice or help. The dream ended with me going to every office trying to figure out where I belong or who my boss was. I didn’t fit into any office. They all ran well without me now. However, they all loved it when I came by, and they always asked my opinion and advice on something (for example, "should I move this piano to that corner?" or "Could you listen to this song and tell me what you think?" or "Play a song for us!" or  "Could you give me advice on the situation with such and such?" or "Please dust my piano." or "Please listen to this story and tell me what you think." etc.) But I didn’t belong to any office, and I had no boss. It was kind of lonely, and I was not sure where I belonged. I felt like I should belong somewhere, but I didn’t belong to any one office. I belonged to all of them.

When I woke up, I was crying. I thought, “What a weird dream.”  Moreover, when I asked myself “what job did I have?” the answer came to me, “you were the janitor.” And, then I started crying even harder (in real life). I just woke up and started crying as I realized I was the janitor. I went around, and I cleaned things up. I couldn’t stop crying. However, then I realized I was also the boss because everyone wanted my advice and depended on me for a listening ear. Everyone definitely loved me. However, no one claimed me as his or her own. I’m still crying as I write this and I don’t know why. Something in this dream moves me deeply. Jesus taught that the lowly are the highest. The janitor is the boss. The most humble is the most powerful. Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven? Those who have the simplicity of a child. (Matthew 18)

6 PM

The intense and constant psychological torture and psychological castration I’ve experienced over the last four years in LA have taken their toll on me. I didn’t know that psychological torture entirely takes away your sex drive. I have not had any sex drive for a long, long, long time. I’m sure that it’s because of the psychological torture I've been living with for so long now. This kind of unfettered torture has screwed with my internal mechanisms. All of my internal life is tortured - including my sex drive. It’s a type of castration.

The Sea family has let me down in so many ways, for so long now. Mama bear gave me some money a while ago. That’s the only nice thing anyone in the family has done for me in many years. I don’t understand it. Papa bear (who is listed in Forbes magazine as a billionaire) gave me a tour of their newly renovated guest room and never offered me one night to stay in it. He knows I’ve been homeless. Couldn’t he give me one night for a shower and a good nights’ sleep?  I don’t understand. It’s such a weird situation. Sea boy promised me he would “make things right.” However, things have only gotten worse and worse and worse. He did nothing to make it right. He did everything to make matters worse. Bad apple, that sea boy is. Unlimited frustrations and unfettered torture on so many levels. This is not a good situation in which to live. I mean it's bad enough to have experiences like this - but to live in these bad experiences day in and day out for years at a time. It's not good. Why are they doing this?

I pray every day for God to help me forgive the Sea family for what they have done to me and my life and my family. As Malcolm X said, “no man has believed perfectly until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.” They have been so cruel to me, and it continues to this day!  I just don’t understand. They’ve got a lot of explaining to do. I’ve been so traumatized by neglect, deception, lies, poverty and the instability of a sociopathic/psychopathic “caregiver” (a real “maniAC”!) God help us all.

On letting go of material objects: If you can’t afford to lose it, you can’t afford to buy it. Otherwise, the object owns you. Material possessions have been on my mind a lot this week. I have lost everything I owned. All the stuff I had put in storage is gone. All my files, my music, my childhood stuff, my journals, old family photos, my books, notes and book projects… all gone. Over thirty years of work, in some cases. Projects I’ve been working on for many years – all gone. This is what happens when someone's house burns down. They even took all the money in my bank account and hence, the bank closed it. I was offered a job and was given a check to buy a computer for the job... then before I knew it, my bank account was hijacked and all the money was stolen! They took everything. I feel like that guy Job in the Bible. Every day is a new disastrous experience. Sea boy said he would make things right. I have a feeling he won’t do anything to make this right. He’s not a reliable person, and he lies way too much.

On the positive side, I am free to travel now – I have nothing to hold me back. However, it’s tough to let go of all of my work and projects. I have projects I’ve been working on for 20 or 30 years, and it’s all gone! I can never duplicate so many things. So many songs and books… gone. God help me to let go.

May 31st, 2016 LA County Jail, 252-B Pod

One more thing about that dream from my afternoon nap. There was a point in the dream where one of the ladies asked me to play the piano near the front entrance because an important man was going to walk through the front door and she wanted the sound of live music to fill the environment as he walked in. I played two songs in the dream, and it wasn’t until last night when I was humming the songs to myself that I realized how important the songs were. The subconscious mind is a truly, amazing!! The first song was a nursery song for little children: Rockabye Baby. The words in the dream were me singing the first few lines, and then on the last eight words everyone in the building came out of their offices and sang in unison from each floor into the main entrance. They were all in complete harmony. It sounded so beautiful. I can still hear it in my head.

“Rockabye baby on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall… And down will come baby cradle and all!” Then I sang the song by the Eagles called “Desperado.” “Desperado. Why don’t you come to your senses? You’ve been out riding fences for a long time now. Oh, you’re a hard one, and I know that you’ve got your reasons. But, these things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow. Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds cause she’ll beat you if she’s able. You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet. Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table, but you only want the ones that you can’t get – desperado. Oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger. Your pain and your hunger are driving you home. And freedom, oh freedom well that’s just some people talking. You’re a prisoner walking through this world all alone.” etc. Somehow these two songs were meaningful to the man who was coming for a visit to the building, and when he heard them, the songs changed his life instantly. Everyone was singing along like a choir. It sounded very beautiful.

In this dream, I was the janitor with a lot of respect, affection, and love from the people I worked for. Everyone was hugging and kissing me. I dusted things in the offices, I organized things and made things more efficient and, I took out the garbage. I took their waste and turned it into recycling… and even made money off of their garbage by recycling things that they threw away. I turned garbage into money. It was like a magic trick, and everyone was in awe that I made money from the garbage they threw away. I had a set of keys to everything, and I could work any time of day or night. When I worked during the day, I only had enough work helping people in each office to total 3 or 4 hours. That’s why I was trying to figure out what office I belonged to because I needed someone to tell me what to do with the other 3-4 hours I had left to work. The lowliest position (janitor) and the highest position (boss) both of these roles required a full set of keys. “The first shall be last, and the last shall be first.” Is the quote that came to me in the dream. This position I had was a fulfillment of Scripture, and it was the fulfillment of my purpose. I didn’t understand it in the dream, but I do now. The janitor is the lowest position, and the boss (owner) is in the highest position. They are both the same for me. Intense stuff in this simple dream. What a profound thing the human organism is. Truly deep and profound beyond words. This dream was so deep with so many different meanings on different levels - all simultaneously. Very interesting. I still cry when I think about it.

June 1, 2016, LA County Jail, 252- B Pod  6 AM

I woke up this morning from a rough nights sleep. Not having a clock keeps me in the dark on what the real time is. But, I think I was up at 1 or 2 AM, and I couldn’t sleep at all. Yesterday’s newspaper confirmed for me that the Sea family is a terrorist network pure and simple. Real terrorists. I’m in shock. I know real terrorists. That blows my mind. They organized the shooting in San Bernardino where innocent American citizens died. It’s no longer a theory. I guess I can’t say (here in this book) why I know this or what was in the paper that tells me this. But, it’s no longer a theory. They were involved in organizing this event. The Sea family has gone crazy, as far as I can figure out. God, may You show them the error of their ways.

June 2, 2016, Los Angeles County Jail, 3 PM  Afternoon lockdown

Every day between class II and class III they lock down all the cells and sometimes do a count of inmates to make sure everyone is here. In my meditation today I am reminded that God will strengthen our hearts. Why do we humans need strengthening? Because doing the right thing often requires courage and perseverance. My heart is strong with courage because I’m connected to integrity. But I’m whiny and tired of all the bullshit that comes my way from these spies who surround me. I need help in the perseverance department. Isaiah the prophet says that “those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. They shall mount wings like Eagles. They shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)

Today’s song lyric going over and over in my head is a simple and comical one: “spies are everywhere in their underwear.”

Spy inmates are looking for an excuse to beat me up. They are being coached by someone in the Sea family. I suspect it’s D.K. who has organized this whole damn situation. These new games of violence have already gotten old. I stay in my cell, close the door and read, sleep or meditate. I don’t give anyone any time to engage me, and I keep to myself. It’s difficult to keep hyper-aware of your surroundings and keep your eyes on the ground so that you don’t make any eye contact with anyone. Eye contact can set off confrontations with these people who are trying to beat me up. If I ignore them, they can’t engage me. I stay in my little prayerful world, and it seems to work.

They are using a loud cough as a way of communicating with each other when I come out of my cell. Instead of yelling, "he's out of his cell," one of them will cough really loud when they see me come out. Then they all start passing glances around the cell as if to say, "Who's going to hit him first?"

I’m being singled out by these creepy inmate-spies. The spy-leader coughs a lot when he wants to get the attention of the other spies. They are also snapping towels when I walk by them. It sounds like a whip snapping. In my last pod, the snapping towels reached a fever pitch, and a guy who was kind of my friend (named Cuba) took a mop bucket and slammed it on the bed of the spy leader who was organizing inmates against me. This leader had a “Kate Spade” tattooed on his finger. He was a very good-looking guy (like a model, beautiful), but he was as evil as they come. He was bisexual - trying to hit on me and get me to have sex with him. I could see it was only leading to an excuse to beat me up. The Sea family is so screwed up to create all these games to punish me. It would appear their highest priority is to have me beaten up while I’m in jail. They are madder than hell at me for saying their names in an open court. I guess I’m also exposing all the murders they have committed. They’ve broken so many laws it’s unbelievable. They criticize the family of LBJ for "being above the law." Yet, they themselves all live like they are above the law. Rich people live in a totally different world than the rest of Americans. It's sad.

June 3, 2016, LA County jail, Friday 6 AM

Another day in jail. Last nights dream was about being back home in Vermont. I look forward to being back there sometime (hopefully) shortly. It’s been 35 years that I’ve been gone from living there full time. I'm long overdue for returning to my family home. I should never have left. I grew up in a place that I call "the shire." It resembles "the shire" which J.R. Tolkien wrote about with the hobbits. It was a very wholesome, pure place to grow up. Full of natural beauty, good people and peaceful. Just the extreme opposite of Los Angeles.

This jail environment is getting old. The number of spies from the clandestine world who come at me with one thing or another is very large and unbelievable — what a large group of knuckleheads.

My poem for the day:

"Lot O’ people down with coughing today.

Maybe today is not my day.

It looks like the bed is where I’ll stay.

I wish I could go for a walk near the bay."

On Wednesday morning there was a possible “murder and suicide” on UCLA campus. No doubt the Sea family was involved in creating this too. This family is out of control. The guy with the gun was from Minnesota (where the Sea family used to live) and drove all the way to UCLA to kill some people. At this exact time (10 AM) the mayor of LA was hosting a big conference on “gun violence.” Then someone "fell," "jumped" or (more likely) was pushed off the top of city hall. This all happened at the same time. This has become one of the Sea family trademarks: simultaneous tragedies. It looks like the Sea family has been very busy bullying and manipulating people. Lord have mercy.

Another simple song echoes in my mind today:

Lonely is the road; lonely is the road, lonely is the road, lonely is the road, lonely is the road.

Lonely is the load; lonely is the load, Loney is the load, lonely is the load, lonely is the load.

Lonely is the home, lonely is the home, lonely is the home, lonely is the home, lonely is the home.

Lonely is the Gnome, who bears a heavy load, He walks a lonely road, He has no home. Lonely is the Gnome.

Lonely is the poem; Lonely is the poem, Lonely is the poem, Lonely is the poem, Lonely is the poem.

Lonely is the stone; Lonely is the stone, Lonely is the stone, Lonely is the stone, Lonely is the stone.

I ’ve been really bored lately. I can’t believe it’s June. I’ve been in here wayyyy too long! I just met a guy who has the same charges as me, and he was released in 45 days. “time served” for saying he was going to kill someone. He didn’t even say he would do it in self-defense as I did. His “excuse” to the judge was that he didn’t have his medication and he “blacked out.” That’s exactly what my attorney wanted me to say too - that I "blacked out" and don't remember anything of that confrontation with Andrew K.H. The attorney also wanted me to say that Andrew and I were lovers. However, I refuse to lie to a judge about anything. I think it’s unethical for the attorney I have to ask me to commit fraud and say things that aren’t true. What a looney bunch of Harvard graduates. What do they teach at that Ivy League Law school? The judicial system has turned into nothing but a tool of manipulation for snotty, spoiled brats from Ivy league schools.

This inmate whom I was talking to was high on crystal meth when he started talking shit about killing people. Crystal meth is a prevalent drug among these inmates. The Sea family is one of the biggest drug dealing families in this entire country. It’s unfortunate what this family has become. Somehow they must be connected to the “Knights Templar” secret society that has been dealing drugs all over North America for decades. I am pretty sure they were the group I was dealing with when I went to Nelson, B.C. to investigate the murder of Sam Lindsey Brown. (For more on this topic read my book, “Six Months In Nelson”).

June 4, 2016, Los Angeles County Jail, Saturday  11 AM

Well, more bad news. Yesterday's paper had more details about the murder-suicide at UCLA (just blocks from the Sea family offices in Westwood). What I call the “psychological fingerprint” of the Sea family is all over this event. The killer went to Stanford (where one member of the Sea family set their anchor), and he was from India (where the same member of the family found a spouse). I’ve come to believe that most crimes have a “psychological fingerprint” somewhere within the details of the crime. This fingerprint tells a lot if you know where to look and if you know details of both the crime and the criminal who committed it. This “fingerprint” appears in big and small ways.

For example, every pod here in LA County jail has what they call a “day room” where inmates hang out outside of their cell. Some inmates have bunks in this day room where 8 or 10 guys live instead of being put in a small cell made for two inmates. The jail here is overcrowded, so they put bunks in the “day room” too. This adds another 20 or 25 guys to the pod. They cram in as many bunks as, possible into the day room. These day rooms have one toilet for ten or more guys. Other inmates are not allowed to use this small bathroom, even though it’s more private. If you have your own cell, you are expected to use that toilet in your cell. This usually comes with going to the bathroom in front of your cellmate. I think that's gross. Personally, I like my privacy when I have to go to the bathroom. So, I sneak into the private bathroom in the day room when I can. It's a small, little room with a steel door and the windows are covered with newspaper.

Once an inmate who bragged about his skills as a thief (he was in jail for stealing) used to use this day room bathroom all the time. I guess he liked the privacy of this bathroom. Instead of pooping in front of his cellmate (also called a “cellie”). Then, one day the bar of soap disappeared from the sink in this dayroom bathroom. Everyone was pissed about the missing bar of soap. I knew right away who had taken it. It was this guy who bragged about what a good thief he was. So, I confronted him. Sure enough… he returned it. I knew it was him because the crime fit his “psychological fingerprint” (even though it was petty). He bragged about being a good thief. He “stole” the use of this day room bathroom regularly. If the soap was missing from that bathroom, he’s first on the list of suspects. Psychologically, he’s primed for this kind of crime – whether it’s a big theft or a small theft.

As for the Sea family, they are masters of manipulating the outcome of events. They don’t pull the trigger of the smoking gun; they get the criminal to do that. They encourage, manipulate and influence others to do the crime. They set it up. They make sure the guy can get the gun he needs to blow people away. Maybe they leave a fake suicide note as well. Maybe they help create a feeling of hopelessness to encourage the person to kill themselves. They can manipulate songs. Internet “streaming services” are very popular now that everyone has a smartphone. They create algorithms that direct specific songs to specific people. These songs instruct or influence people on what to do. This is all done through manipulating computer technology. Even radio stations are now computerized — no more Disk Jocky spinning vinyl records. It’s all easy to manipulate if you know how to create algorithms and hack into computer systems. Once they find out what radio station someone listens to, it’s all easy to manipulate.

They manipulate the outcome of events by paying attention to detail — small details. That’s what has made the Sea family so successful. They pay attention to small details. This is the secret to getting away with big crimes: know many little details. They also have a pile of money to pay people off. Money like this doesn’t hurt.

The other thing in yesterday’s paper is that President Obama gave a speech to Air Force cadets. At the end of the speech, fighter jets flew over the graduates as they threw up their hats. One of the jets crashed! The pilot safely ejected. No one was hurt. The pilot's name? "Al." It seems to me it’s clear who manipulated that one. It was the Sea family saying hello to President Obama (I think President Obama has been trying to shut down the Sea family operations). It’s possible that someone in the Sea family killed Beau Biden (Vice President Biden’s son) with cancer. The Sea family’s psychological fingerprints are all over so many things in the news. They are very bold. God help us!

My present cellmate is a lifetime prison guy. He’s in his early 40’s, and he’s been in jail or prison his whole life since he was 19. As a young kid, he was in the foster programs. Then by the time he was 19 years old, he was sentenced to many years in prison. He did his time and then came out for a few weeks and committed another crime and got another decade in prison. The prison environment has been his whole life. He’s never known what it’s like to live outside of jail as an adult. He’s in jail now for murder. When he got out of prison a few months ago, he went out to eat with his brother. A stranger came up to them and demanded money with a knife. The robber was African American and high on drugs. These were not the guys to stick up and try to rob. They beat the crap out of this guy and kicked him on the ground until he had a heart attack and died. If they are found guilty, they are looking at a long, long time in prison. Someone took out their phone and recorded video of the beating. This is pretty damning evidence since they did not record what led up to the beating. A doctor will be key in winning their case as they have to prove that the guy was high on drugs and died of a heart attack because of the drugs and not the beating. The beating didn’t help…  but the drugs in his system is what killed the guy. It kind of blows my mind that this guy has spent his whole life in jail or prison for stupid crimes. There was no injustice in his past sentences (I have no law training, just from a common sense perspective). But, it’s sad that this person was bounced around to foster homes and never left the system. Is he a product of the system? Or, are his experiences produced by a brain that made decisions and did things that tended toward criminality? Is his biology to blame for his bad run of a lifetime of bad luck? Science is starting to address issues like this, and there is some proof that people who are real criminals have brain dysfunctions that the rest of us don’t have. Their brain scans are different than what is considered “normal.”

Anyway, since this new "cellie" of mine has spent so much time in jail, he knows the etiquette of being in jail. And one of the things he has taught me is that when you sit on the toilet and take a dump (the toilets are stainless steel and very cold to sit on), you must flush the toilet 4 or 5 times while you are dumping. This is so that there is no smell in the cell while or after you are done. Not doing this is a sign of disrespect and it’s not tolerated in prison. A lot of water is wasted, but I thought this was an interesting point of prison etiquette.

Sunday, June 5, 2016, LA County Jail  11 AM  252-B Pod  6 PM

I’m so depressed. For at least two weeks I’ve been led to believe I was going to be let out of jail today (which happens to be my brothers birthday. Happy Birthday bro! And it’s also mom and dads wedding anniversary.). A “jailbreak” is what I was led to believe would take place today. But, again these fools are just playing with my head and psychologically torturing me again. I was hoping President Obama would come to my rescue and pull me out of here. Federal agents must know what the hell is going on here. I can’t believe this kind of treatment of Americans is allowed to go on in modern-day America. It’s not only unfair. What these people have done is illegal. Well, I guess I’m still here for God only knows how long. The day is done soon. It’s also papa bears birthday today too - happy birthday Al. I thought maybe President Obama would break me out of jail as a present to papa bear on his birthday (since those two men seem to be arch enemies. Apparently, Obama is a solid Illuminati person and connected to the Bush family through the CIA). However, it doesn’t look like I'm leaving this jail any time soon. God give me the strength to do what I must.

I have a court date in two days. I will undergo a psych evaluation to determine my ability to represent myself on “Pro Per” status. My first motion will be for a speedy trial. They keep dragging this out month after month after month for no apparent reason. I am being denied due process. I think I have the right to a speedy trial. “Speedy trial” means 30 days or less, if I’m not mistaken. I’ve now been here over three months (!!!). Also, there is no end in sight to get out of this hell hole of a jail. I’m so lonely these days. I am all alone in a horrible situation. Every “friend” I make here in jail is a spy working for one portal or another — all of them playing games with me or threatening me. I’m so confused whom I can trust. I finally understand that I can’t trust anyone connected to these fools from Harvard. They are such evil manipulators. I’ve been so gullible for so many years! However, as the saying goes: “I’d rather be the one who bought the Brooklyn Bridge than the one who sold it!”

Monday, June 6, 2016, LA County Jail  3 PM

I just got out of a meeting with a psychologist here in jail. The meeting was to determine if I am mentally capable of representing myself in a court of law. It didn’t go well at all. I spent too much energy trying to honestly explain to him a very complicated situation in which I find myself. Brutal honesty may not have been the best course of conversation. This psychologist had it in for me from the very beginning. He knew exactly what he was going to ask me and where he wanted to take the conversation. I now feel embarrassed. I should have played the game a little better. I was too honest about spies, secret societies and secret agencies. I just went in, to tell the truth, and I should have been more manipulative – just like this psychologist was. I can’t believe this kind of bullshit goes on in the United States of America. What has happened to the justice system? What has happened to doctors and attorneys who care about the truth? I might ask my brother or nephew to contact President Obama and say something like “Dear President Obama, Dillon Woods has been locked away unjustly in LA County jail for over three months. He has received countless death threats. Americans have the right to a speedy trial, and he must speak the truth. He can’t speak the truth of his situation in a regular court and is requesting the entire proceeding be moved to a federal “spy court” where the truth can be spoken and understood. Your help is needed immediately. He is being held illegally with no opportunity for due process. Please help him. Thank you for your time and consideration.”

Am I naive to think the federal government cares at all about what is going on here? If I were President of the United States and I heard about this situation, I'd bust these doors down and pull the poor guy in this kind of situation out of here.

I’m so stressed out I can’t even think and I can’t sleep. So I’m just sick to my stomach all the time. This isn’t good. I’m a nervous wreck. God, where are you?

June 10, 2016, LA County Jail

Today a book was given to me. Inside the book’s first page was written in pen: “The new sea is interconnected with old information. The old information leads you to believe you are not the new sea.” This is very profound for my situation. I did write the Sea family and asked them to get the District Attorney to drop the charges on these false allegations. I know they are friends with the DA. I once met Gil Garcetti (the former district attorney) at a party they gave. What cruel people the Sea family can be. I can’t wait to get out of California. I hope they will let me go and don’t continue to cling to me like they “own” me.

Because I spoke so openly to the psychologist, their next step would be to put me in the state mental hospital. If I’m crazy, I’m not fit for any trial. So, I could not represent myself or even have an attorney represent me. Hence, they could keep me locked up indefinitely. Hopefully, this is my last week in this hell hole. What a waste of taxpayer dollars this has been. It shocks me that people from Harvard misuse tax dollars so brazenly. The Sea family are the ones who belong in a mental hospital. What the hell is wrong with these people? When you add up all the people who are in this jail unjustly, you have to ask: What gives them the right to waste millions of taxpayer dollars on this crazy jail system they have created? Between the Sea family and this thing growing on my scalp (whatever it is), I might be a dead man soon – one way or the other. For decades now, this life of mine has been full of problems – one after another – all thanks to the Sea family. I think I would welcome death with open arms. I have a feeling death won’t be worse than what I’ve been through with life on this Earth.

Some people who have died and come back to this life say that they experienced seeing a “light.” I could see myself running toward the light yelling: “Get me the hell out of this crazy world. Even sane people are crazy!”

This makes me wonder: if all the people in the world have gone crazy, wouldn’t the last sane person in the world look crazy to them?

This week I read about a man in the Bible who was in jail, and an earthquake hit. Everyone got let out of jail as the walls came crumbling down. Come to find out, unfortunately, this jail has been created to withstand a huge earthquake. That’s why the concrete walls are two feet thick. Never the less, over the last week I keep praying for a big earthquake of one kind or another, that would get me out of here. Last night we had a big earthquake here in Los Angeles. But, we didn’t get out of jail. We didn’t even feel it in this jail since it is constructed with so much concrete.

I’ve been really depressed this week. I stay away from everyone in the pod. Too many weird people are saying and doing weird things to me. I don’t need any more drama than I have already had. I met one guy here who promised me money to write his autobiography. When it came to putting $300 on my books, he gave me a story as to why he couldn’t do that. I had already started interviewing him and started writing the book. But when he started telling me stories, it became clear he was just wasting my time. He started talking about the Illuminati, and I lost interest. But LA County jail is full of interesting people with interesting stories. They should have a booth inmates could go into to tell stories of their lives and maybe their crimes. After editing them, it could be submitted to the Library of Congress. It would be an interesting project for people in the future to see what this demographic is like and capture a snapshot of jails and inmates in America. Hopefully, this obsession America has with putting so many people in jail is a passing obsession. In the future, jails in America will be different than this bizarre, unjust thing we have going on now.

On the positive side, the last three months have been good for my prayer life. I’ve had all kinds of time for prayer, meditation, and reflection. I’ve gone from a “prayer worrier” to a “prayer warrior.” A prayer worrier is focused on for whom to pray. A prayer warrior is focused on the who, what, where, when and how to pray. Once you know whom to pray for, and you know what to pray for, and you know when to pray for these things, and you know how to pray for this situation - then you are ready to pray for something in a warrior kind of way. It becomes an inspired prayer on every level. Not desperate prayer founded in worry or fear. Lord help us all!

4 PM 

The harassment in this pod has lessened since I keep to myself and stay away from everyone. However, the way spies communicate with me is horrible. I have no idea what is going on. The evil inmates who make my life a living hell keep getting moved out of this pod one at a time. Better inmates come in one at a time. I wish I could work out more and get more exercise. I’m getting fat. It’s hard to get cardio exercise here. Before I came to jail, I was walking at least 8 hours a day selling my seashell vases. Maybe I should do more pushups? But, pushups are so boring!

Sunday, June 12, 2016, 10 AM  Los Angeles County Jail   252 B-pod

 Well, the Sea family is at it again! Last night was the worst mass killing in American history. The details are chilling. Fifty people killed. Fifty-three people injured at a gay dance club at 2 AM in Orlando, Florida. The sea family is only into "traditionAL" relationships. They do not support gay rights or same-sex marriage.  They are killing gay people because they think they are like a disease in this country. It's a sort of genocide that they have been doing for decades. They have killed thousands of gay people in a clandestine, secret way.

I think they are dead wrong about this. The sea family is making a grave, grave mistake in killing gay people. Our world is better when love can flow freely. Our world doesn’t have enough love. The gay community is filled with really interesting, shaman-like people who bring a lot of healing, kindness, nuturing, beauty, and creativity to the world. In ancient Indian tribes feminine men were always recruited as the "shaman" (healer) of the tribe because he was seen as being the embodiment of both male and female. The Indians believed that this is also how God is - not male or female, but male and female. Hence, the Indians believed that these special people who embodied male and female were close to God because they were born with “two spirits” that could heal both men and women. These “two-spirited” people were caring, nurturing, creative and brave. It’s no coincidence that some of America’s bravest whistle blowers and most prolific servants have been from this demographic.

I have been reading the book “All Through The Night” by Davis Bunn that largely takes place in Orlando, Florida. The killer last night at the gay dance club was supposedly connected to ISIS, and it is reported on the news that he lived in St. Lucia, Florida. This is getting very depressing, and it feels very hopeless. The Sea family hates gay people. Years ago they warned me that "gay people are being killed". Little did I know it was them that was doing it! Then, last night they got an inmate (one that’s been playing games with me and trying to set me up) to hand me a book (“A Clash of Kings” by George RR Martin) with a page folded over on page 93 where “Jon” was a deserter from their army. How could I be a deserter from an army I didn’t even know I was in?! More psychological torture.

The young bloke who handed me the book did so with such happiness and dutiful bliss, it was obvious someone told him to do this. He has no idea whom he’s working for or what he’s really doing. I was once that young man. God help us all with wisdom on how to handle this family. The Sea family is madder than hell that I said their real names in open court. They killed fifty beautiful people last night to send a message to me. It is a sad time for all people in this country. And, it's more confirmation these overlords in Beverly Hills are psychopaths. I think for sure I’m a dead man and so isn’t my sister, I fear. They once met her when she came to Los Angeles to visit me. They invited us over to their house for a nice visit. The fact that things have changed so much in my friendship with the Sea family is mind-blowing. I’m in shock about what I’ve learned regarding the true nature of the Sea family. They lied to me for over 20 years.

My new foods while in jail are bologna and raw cabbage for salad. I’ve never eaten bologna sandwiches until now. My mother always had tuna or chicken and never served us bologna. Ever. Not once. Cabbage was always used for soups, but I never liked it. I don’t like raw cabbage either, but I eat it cause it’s filling and can often mix well with the main course (I just mix it all together to make it go down better).

For breakfast, we usually get a small prepackaged bowl of cereal (Corn Flakes, Bran Flakes or Raisin Bran), a small carton of whole milk, two slices of wheat bread, two ounces of peanut butter and one tablespoon of prepackaged jelly (grape or apple flavor). Three times a week we get a bananna added in.

For lunch, we get two slices of pre-packaged bologna, two slices of wheat bread, one small bag of potato chips (with about ten or twelve potato chips in each bag) and a tablespoon of mayonnaise for the bread and a small drink (either orange juice from concentrate or milk).

Dinner is usually our only hot meal of the day and varies on a three-week rotating schedule. Today was spaghetti with “erasers” (some kind of meat sliced into the size of erasers on the top of a pencil. Some guys keep a schedule of dinner meals, and they know what's coming ahead of time every night. If you know what's going to be coming for your meal, you can prepare what food you want to trade ahead of time with people in the pod. It’s always better to trade meals ahead of time to ensure it gets traded.

This thing on my scalp is growing. I hope it’s not cancer. I can’t comb my hair without problems of digging into it with the comb. So, I comb carefully.

I felt sad all day today about the 50 gay folks who died last night. No doubt some of them worked at Disney World in Orlando - where papa bear used to work as an executive. God help us all and help these folks heal from this senseless tragedy. I’m in shock that educated people would organize such a terrorist event in America.

August 8, 2016

Well, today I was moved from LA County jail to the state mental hospital called “Patton” in San Bernardino, California. Of course, Judge Foxden seemed delighted when he told me that based on the feedback from the psychologist he felt I need 90 days of “observation” at the state mental hospital. My creepy attorney leaned over and said with the most arrogant tone and smile on his face, “I guess I’ll see you in three months.” His creepy smirk just proves he's another nut job. That guy deserves to have his law license taken away for his part in this scam — what a ridiculous waste of taxpayer money. They should make that son-of-a-bitch pay for all my expenses out of his own pocket. I’ve been told that the cost (per day, per inmate) at the state mental hospital is almost three times more than what it cost to keep someone in LA County jail. At the State Hospital, everyone is on medications, and everyone has his/her own psychiatrist, psychologist, nurses, recreation person and a ton of “babysitters” that keep an eye on everyone. Big bucks. On the positive side, you get to walk around outside two times a day. It will be nice to breath fresh air and feel the outside breeze on my skin. I’ve been confined inside for five months now!

The transition to the mental hospital has been shocking because I didn’t realize what a psychological torture chamber the jail has been for the last five months. While here they will force me to take damaging psych medications for a mental illness that I don’t have. These drugs permanently damage a human nervous system. The changes are irreversible. The bullshit continues!

This whole thing is so sad. My brother flew out to the west coast from the east coast to see me and lend his love and support. Very nice of him to come so far for such a short visit. He came to see me on my last weekend in jail. It was nice to see him, and he looks good. However, he does not understand my life and what has happened to me. No one can really conceive the Sea family and what they have created with their army of spies and the multitude of lies and mega-manipulation. No one could believe what the Sea family has created in this jail. When I talk about it, it does sound crazy. It’s crazy what the Sea family has done in creating this “family” of spies and this jail of torture. It sounds crazy, but it’s all true! Truth is stranger than fiction!

The nurses here are very nice. I learned how to deal with psych nurses from my last tour through a mental hospital in Nelson, B.C. (put there in 2009 by Freemasons in the police department in Nelson, BC. For more details on this experience read my book “Six Months in Nelson”). I learned that it’s best to tell the nurses it was unethical of them to give me drugs I do not need. So, I am doing this again here and telling EVERYONE that giving me psych meds I do not need is unethical. And, I make a big deal about it. This worked in 2009 as most of the nurses came around to believe me and turned their heads when they were supposed to watch me take the drugs. So far, I have already won over three nurses who believe in my story and are very supportive. One nurse said, “I know crazy people, and you’re not crazy.” I have nine other nurses to convince.

The psychiatrist here is in bed with the Sea family. She's Chinese, so she's probably in the CIA or the IAC. I can tell she’s in on it already. She’s not a very nice person. She’s cold and has already made up her mind about my situation before I even opened my mouth. Someone has talked to her and told her what to do. When I told her it was unethical to order me to take psych meds that I did not need, she told me that she had to make that order because a judge had ordered her to give me psych meds. When I asked her how it was possible that a judge WITH NO TRAINING IN PSYCHOLOGY could make an order like that, she had no answer.

How was it possible that she had to take orders from a judge who has ABSOLUTELY NO TRAINING IN PSYCHOLOGY? That doesn't even make sense. She’s a puppet of the CIA or the IAC (the Sea family, etc.).  If that is the law, the law needs to change. I thought Judge Foxden was sending me here for "observation." She had no time to observe me before she ordered me to take psych meds that would permanently hurt my nervous system. Wouldn't you observe someone first as they are -without drugs- and then put them on drugs if they want drugs or need drugs? More proof that the system is screwed up. Luckily, she is not a dictator with absolute power here. There is a committee of people who work on my case together. This small fact is an excellent thing. As long as everyone is objective (and not under the spell of the Sea family), I’ll be OK.

My writing and my mouth have gotten me into a lot of trouble, in the past. I’m trying to be prudent, and I pray for wisdom. However, sometimes, it’s so hard to be silent when what is needed is someone to speak the truth about what is going on in this country. I am starting my new psych meds tonight, and I’m dreading it. They can damage your brain or nervous system and cause permanent damage. Not nice. My whole life has been hijacked, and everything has been stolen from me.

When you leave LA County Jail, they give you all the things that you came into jail with – wallet, phone, clothes. I just found out that for some reason, when you get to the state hospital, they throw all these things away – including your clothes! WTF?!? That makes no sense at all. I’ve lost everything. It’s a good thing my brother came and took my phone and wallet with him back to Vermont. I guess I’m just along for the ride and trying to keep a positive attitude. God help us all.

August 9, 2016

Dr. Ching is my psychiatrist. She is a Chinese lady who is stern and intense. I saw her talking in a whisper with an Asian man outside near the staff parking lot. I got the feeling they were talking about something that was a secret because they were talking so close to each other, with such a whisper. Their body language was very secretive and odd. They were outside, in a large parking lot, and no one was around them. Yet, they were still very secretive and whispered. That was strange. I bet she works for the CIA or the IAC. Since she is Chinese, she probably does. She’s definitely very spy-like in her manner. Spy agencies are starting to recruit Chinese people because in 20 or 30 years it looks like America may be at war with China.

She has put me on medication I hate — an evil drug called hALoperidol. All these psych meds suck. They can cause permanent damage to the brain and nervous system. I only have one of these brain things. Not crazy about her putting me on this because she thinks I’m “delusional.” I decided just to tell her the truth about my situation. When I got to the part about being friends with Luci Baines Johnson and Lady Bird Johnson (President Lyndon B. Johnson's daughter and wife), she stopped me and said with a straight face: “people who are delusional often think they are friends with famous people. You are delusional.” This was literally within the first five minutes of our session.

When I tried to explain to her that I used to work and travel with the family of LBJ, she gave me the most unprofessional look of disapproval. Like I was lying, and she wasn’t buying it. When I invited her to call my sister or brother to confirm that I was close friends with the family of LBJ, she refused. Doesn’t she have an obligation to do some “due diligence” before she puts someone on dangerous, life-changing drugs? I smell an excellent lawsuit coming up in the future. They can’t just put people on these drugs without real cause. It’s unethical, and it must be illegal and malpractice for her to do this. Can they just do this to an American citizen?  Seems unamerican to me. She questions my resume and can put me on drugs because of this? Not sure what kind of science this is… however, it seems like the science of bullshit. Clearly, she is a puppet of the Sea family.

On the brighter side, they give us pens to write with here — no worry about needing to sharpen them. They are not solid pens (it’s like they give you the inside of the pen only). They are floppy when you write with them. You don’t get the outside plastic shell of the pen. I guess this prevents you from being able to stab with it. I must write slowly with it to be legible.

August 11, 2016

Rough night last night! After I took my pills that Dr. Ching has unethically forced me to take, I had a very, very serious "allergic reaction" (this is what the nurses are telling me it was). The "allergic reaction" was so bad that I was shocked at how seriously the nurses were taking it. It was like I had a heart attack. They were all so serious, and all the nurses surrounded me and began to treat me like I was about to die. My jaw locked in a peculiar position. The bottom jaw went all the way (as far as it possibly could) to the right. This caused agonizing pain for over four hours. It was like I had “lockjaw,” but the pain was incredible. I suspect the Sea family may have done this to me on purpose as punishment for speaking their names in an open court. It's hard to talk when you have "lockjaw." For decades, the Sea family have collected Harvard scientists and used them to create drugs that kill and hurt people - just like I have been hurt by this drug I’ve been forced to take now. You don’t really know what’s in these pills they give you. This "lockjaw" could have been an "allergic" reaction. Alternatively, it could have been the exact reaction to whatever was really in that pill I took. It could have been a pill that creates "lockjaw." Since the Sea family believes my mouth is the problem, they fix my jaw so I can't speak. It's the exact kind of vicious thing they would do to someone that has said their real names in an open court. The medical professionals tell you the pill is one thing but were they there when the pill was made? No. How do these doctors and nurses know what is really in these pills? They don’t. These CIA or IAC spy people are very tricky and very evil. I’m very suspicious of the whole thing. What a waste of taxpayer money!

When my jaw locked, and I could not talk, the nurses gave me an emergency shot in the butt of some medication that was supposed to counteract the allergic reaction which came from the evil hALperidal drug they gave me. I thought I was going to die. All the nurses said Dr. Ching was crazy for putting me on that drug. I met with Dr. Ching today, and she was somewhat apologetic. She better attorney her ass up. I’m going after that bitch when I can. She did not do her due diligence. I offered to give her phone numbers of my sister and brother so that she could confirm my story and my claim that I was close friends with the family of LBJ. She refused to call them. One phone call would have cleared up this whole bullshit “diagnosis.” What a quack! I’m going to call her “Dr. Duck” from now on because she’s such a quack.

The “on call” psychiatrist (a nice man) told me all psych drugs have harmful side effects. He thought maybe some other kind of drug (not a psych drug) would work better for me. I told him I did not want or need any psych drugs. She has diagnosed me with some crazy delusional label – which I am not. She’s the one who is crazy about all her pills. Now they will give me a pill to counteract the other pill. CRAZY!! They are pill crazy! One day soon (I hope) humans will stop pushing pills as a first response and look to other things for healing and help. Pills like this should be a last resort. What a quack! The Sea family is an evil, evil, evil family. They are at the root of this entire thing. And, I think it’s possible they are at the root of almost every mass casualty event in this country over the last ten years. Should they be charged with crimes against humanity? Or, are secret society people the problem – should secret society families be charged with crimes against humanity?

The one thing that is definitely creepy about the Sea family is their focus on the intentional, calculated recruitment of children whom they can use for their cause. This includes finding kids to shoot up schools. One of the things they do to feed their massive machine or cult, is that they go into grade schools and high schools looking for the best looking, smartest, most ambitious kids. They also look for kids with the same first name as the leaders in the Sea family cult. They pay special, close attention to these kids who share the same first name -they claim them as their own and begin to work “magic” in their lives. They start recruiting for their cult at a very young age. Among these students they also look for kids who are psychologically damaged, suicidal or predisposed to violence. These are kids they can use to shoot up a school.

If you study one of the first big school shootings in America that took place at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, on April 20, 1999 (Bill Clinton was President of the United States), you will find that Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris did what they did to “kick-start the revolution” (a quote from the journal one of them kept). These boys were brainwashed to believe what they were doing - by creating a killing field at their high school - was going to kick-start a revolution in this country. They prepared 99 propane bombs and planned to kill at least 250 students and teachers. This is exactly what the Sea family believes is needed to pry loose the grip that secret societies have on America. Since Columbine, there have been over sixty mass murders at schools. This is more than “bad parenting” of the students involved. There is a lot of evidence pointing to the fact that the Sea family was behind all of these horrible events, fanning the flames and manipulating troubled students to commit mass murder – shattering hundreds and hundreds of families forever. How can you make sense of such insanity? These are people with a Harvard education!!!

Then there is the fact that they have sent a myriad of underage kids to try to seduce me and set me up as a pedophile. I find this fact so unreasonable and crazy, I’m convinced something is genuinely, deeply wrong with modern day spy agencies that allow this kind of thing to go on in America. It is the abuse and misuse of children and Americans should report such things going on. But who do you complain to about government agencies like the CIA (or any government group) that uses children in such a way?

August 13, 2016

Several days have passed since my severe allergic reaction to hALoperidol – a very evil drug. My jaw locked in a weird position and my body shook like I was having a seizure. My back teeth and gums are still numb! Totally numb. I can’t feel a thing. I tried to convince another nurse today that I don’t need psych meds at all. I think I succeeded in convincing her this was all a vicious game being played by wealthy psychopaths who are also spies. That’s what they do here every day… give out pills to everyone. There’s only one guy not taking pills. He can’t take psych meds because he had a brain injury. He’s a very nice guy with an artistic flair of being different like artists often are. He was really a nice person. We passed the time by doing puzzles together and playing volleyball outside with other patients and staff. He has a crazy story about being “set up” too. He inherited a large amount of land and is actually a very wealthy person (inland). People who are after a chunk of his wealth put him in here with a made up story and false accusations. This seems like a popular thing to do in California. His mother sent him pictures of his life and family at home to keep his spirits up. He seems to have a very nice family, and his story is believable to me – since I’ve also had a similar thing happen to me. I believe he has been “set up” by spies working for one portal or another.

I have three roommates. They each have different stories on how they got here. It’s nice to be in an “institution” that is not as violent as the jail was. It’s a form of psychological torture to place people in a violent environment and tell them to just “ignore it.” I don’t miss the jail at all, and I hope I can stay here until November 8. California voters will be voting on whether to make “criminal threats” a misdemeanor instead of a felony. At this point, I am being charged with “criminal threats” – which is bullshit. If the voters drop it to a misdemeanor, I think it will help my case. I wish the DA would just drop the charges, but I guess that won’t be happening any time soon. I’ve pissed off too many powerful people. Los Angeles has a screwed up “justice system”!

August 15, 2016

Today I met with Dr. Ching (Dr. Duck!) who asked me if I 1) read the material on schizophrenia 2) have I noticed a change in my thinking. What a quack she is. I told her I did read the material but did not think any of it related to me. And, I did not notice any change in my thinking. I still think I was friends with Luci and Lady Bird Johnson and worked for the family of LBJ – BECAUSE I DID! I also informed her that my back teeth were still numb like I had been injected with Novocaine. I told her this numbness happened after my “allergic reaction”  to hALoperidol where my jaw froze and I shook like I was having a seizure – FOR OVER FOUR HOURS! She was annoyingly unsympathetic. She’s very arrogant about it all. I get the feeling she's not worried about a lawsuit. Maybe I can’t sue her because I was ordered here by a (corrupt) judge? I would think a doctor who was informed (by me) that her giving me psych medication was unethical (because this whole thing is a scam) and still does it would be more apologetic – since the suffering she created would be cause for a lawsuit. Her arrogance leads me to believe she’s not worried about a lawsuit. These CIA or IAC spies get away with a lot of crime. At this point, I’m sure she’s a puppet being told what to do with me and what to say. Luckily, there is a whole team of people watching over me and interacting with me. As a group, they decide if I am mentally ill. I heard from one of the other team members that no one thinks I’m mentally ill except Dr. Ching. Everyone else believes my story, and after being here less than two weeks, they are recommending that I will be sent back to jail and court. That makes Dr. Duck suspect number one for “spy of the year.” That would also explain her arrogance and brazen lack of genuine sympathy toward my suffering over the “ALlergic reACtion.” It should be illegal for doctors to be spies for the CIA, the IAC, the NSA or any other spy network. It’s a conflict of interest and un-American!

September 10, 2016

Well, I’ve been here at the state mental hospital for one month. They told me a little over a week ago that they were going to send me back to LA County jail. As one nurse said to me, “you’re not mentally ill.” Another said to me in a whisper, “just stop talking about spies. I believe you. But, they don’t like it when you talk about spies. It’s all supposed to be secret.” I said to her, “But we live in a country where we are guaranteed the right to speak freely about anything! I have genuine concerns about what I see going on in this country. These spy people have done horrible things to me and many others. It should be exposed. I have an obligation to speak up!” She just shook her head with a smile, as if to say, “you are a stubborn one.” But, the twinkle in her eyes told me that she understood my point and agreed with me.

I’m still recovering from the bad experience I had with that evil drug hALoperidol. My body just doesn’t feel normal. I have this “tick” that moves different parts of my body in a sort of “jerk.” It comes out of nowhere, with no warning. My teeth and jaw still hurt a little bit from the “lockjaw” that I experienced. The part where I was shaking uncontrollably like I was having a seizure made my whole body sore for a long time. I felt like I got hit by a truck. It took me a long time to recover from it. I'm still recovering. My jaw was so screwed up. The nerves and nerve endings feel permanently damaged. It feels like a dentist put novocaine on my back gums because it is all still numb back there.

I have mixed emotions about leaving here. It’s been a nice vacation from the psychological torture chamber which is LA County jail. One-third of the people here are in horrible shape mentally. They are not playing games. Part of me is so happy to see that we humans have evolved to a place that recognizes some people need a place like this. Thank God these people have a place they can come to instead of spending time in a horrible jail. Another one-third of the people here are OK mentally. They are just here because a judge or an attorney didn’t know what to do with them. Or, they felt that they would get a lighter sentence if they said, “I hear voices” or some such bullshit story. The last one-third of the people here FOR SURE don’t belong here at all. They are scammers who are scamming the system or, like me, have been forced here as a game by influential people who abuse the system and steal taxpayer money for their bullshit scam. It costs over $11,000 per month to keep a citizen in this state mental hospital. For those that need it, it is money well spent. What is the money spent on? Everyone here has an individual doctor, an individual nurse, an individual psychologist, an individual psychiatrist, an individual psych tech (not exactly sure what they do. I think they focus on recreation and making sure people are all getting enough exercise and recreation.) and then everyone has a dietician. We eat very well here (the food is delicious). It’s not like the food in LA County jail. Also, trading things for food is forbidden. (Unlike LA County jail where people look forward to trading food at every meal).

I think the reason that the food is so good here is that they poison everyone with awful psych pills that kill the brain and the body. The pills are very expensive. Some shots that people get every day cost $400 each shot! Whoever put me here should pay out of their own pocket for doing so. Also, they should be fined for abusing taxpayer money. The judge, the attorney and whoever was pulling their strings (DK) should all be punished for how they abuse the system. It all went so smoothly for them, it is clear they have a well-oiled machine. No doubt they have done this to many, many people in the past. Why should CIA, NSA, IAC spies (or whoever is behind this) be allowed to abuse taxpayer money and the justice system? It was a complete waste of time. Thank God I was shown how to take control of my own experience here. Thank God for the good people here who believed me and supported me every day. Thank you, God.

Most of the nurses have been very supportive of me and helpful. Pills are handed out every night, and they line us up for this. I usually try to go last in the line. The young nurse (in her twenties) who does the pills at night believes my story about being forced here as punishment by a spy network. When I come up from the line to get the pill they have put me on, she looks at me and says, “I’m sorry, dear, we are all out of your pill tonight. You’ll have to get it later. Is that okay?” as she winks at me.  I said, “Yes it is” and winked back. THANK YOU, GOD! is all I have to say.

October 10, 2016

Well, I'm back at LA County jail. I hate being here again. I was watching the news on the TV here in the pod, and some horrible news has come out here from Vermont. It’s on TV constantly. Five teenagers were killed in a bizarre car accident on the interstate in Vermont. I have a certain feeling that the Sea family is behind this tragedy. That’s the kind of vengeful thing they would do because they know I am planning to leave California and go back to Vermont as soon as I can – and they don’t like it that I’m moving away. They want me to stay here in California.

They would do this kind of murder to flex their muscles and show me that they can kill people anywhere and get away with it. The man who killed these kids is probably working for or under the manipulation (influential hypnosis power) of the Sea family. Here's how they would do it:

Step one: They would typically get the killer all boozed up and on drugs and/or alcohol. This makes someone easier to hypnotize or put under the “power of suggestion.”

Step two: They would surround this man with people who would suggest to him that he go and kill people with his car by causing an accident. They would even tell him exactly where to drive. Everywhere this man would go, he would hear people talking on their phone saying things that would reinforce murder with his car. He may even have people he knows or complete strangers walk up to him and literally suggest he drive his car to a specific place to cause an accident that could be seen as a mass casualty event.

Step three: they would have him trained to go to a music streaming service, and they would play songs that would suggest he kill people. In our day and age, there are literally millions of songs that talk about millions of different scenarios. Computer science geeks create algorithms that can control what songs get played on these streaming services and send these songs to specific accounts.

By doing all these things, the Sea family can brainwash and hypnotize people with drugs and the power of suggestion mixed with manipulation. Some drunk citizen commits the crime, but the Sea family is there all along the way manipulating the entire thing. It’s very upsetting that they do this kind of stuff. Their goal is to create an atmosphere of disorder. They want the whole country to be at war and in mayhem. They want chaos everywhere. And, this accident in Vermont was done, I suspect, to threaten me. They want to show that they can kill people anywhere and get away with it. They keep threatening to kill my family members and me if I don’t do what they tell me to do. I say fuck these assholes! “Live free or die” is how I feel about their threats. They are a bunch of psychopaths, and these five deaths of these five students prove that (as if I needed any more proof!). The Sea family has blood on their hands. Thousands of innocent people have been killed by this one family alone.

This manipulation extends to the American and global economy. They can also control parts of the stock market here in America and elsewhere. They have thousands and thousands of companies literally here in America and around the world that they control. Their names are not on any of these companies. But, they control these companies from the shadows, like a ghost. They routinely manipulate stock markets for their own personal gain. The SEC could never stop them or catch them because they know how to cover their tracks. If I’m not mistaken (and I could be mistaken), the companies they control do 11.5 Trillion dollars of business yearly. Not “million,” not “billion” – but TRILLIONS of dollars yearly. That’s a lot of companies doing a lot of business. That’s why papa bear says he is “the King of the world.” No one controls more than he does. He creates presidents, senators, and congressmen to do his bidding and create laws that are in his favor. He also does a large percentage of good things for humanity. But, when he sets his focus to do evil, this family can do evil like no other on this Earth. They are colossuses and goliaths – unmatched and unfettered. And, unknown – except by a few.

I went to court and was shocked to see the same attorney greet me before going into court. I thought I had fired him! I thought that’s what this whole mental hospital thing was about. I have asked to go “Pro Per” so that I can have a trial which this attorney denies me from having. I have a right to go to trial, and I am confident that if a jury heard the details of my case, they would put an end to this bullshit. However, there he is… Mr. Ben E. Tez with his creepy smile and his creepy eyes. He’s a puppet to the Sea family no doubt. He said to me, “So how did it go? I guess it went OK. They let you come back early.” This guy is a piece of work. The last thing he said to me when the judge ordered me to go to the state hospital for a 90-day evaluation was in a very sarcastic tone, “see you three months!” When people come up with jokes about stupid attorneys, they must have this guy in mind. He is a first-class jerk – as is the guy he works for (the one with the Harvard degree. What are they teaching people at the Harvard Law school??!!)

November 05, 2016

I was forced to plead guilty to a crime I did not commit, and they are letting me out of jail now. The last meeting with the judge and the attorney was a joke. The judge (a woman named LowReen Wiseman) threatened me while she was asking if I (or any of my family) had been threatened in order for me to plead guilty to a crime I did not commit. I went to explain to her that I had been threatened, but my attorney stopped me and told me “just say no.” Then, he told me how to answer every question she asked me. She had a whole list of questions, and he told me how to answer every one of them. It was such bullshit. I concluded that the proceedings were being audiotaped and not videotaped because the Judge was saying things verbally and then making these weird facial expressions and body gestures that did not go along with what she was saying. She was entirely in on the scam, just like the attorney was.  I think this what is referred to as a "kangaroo court." Instead of “LAX Court” they should have a sign outside that reads: “Sea Family Courthouse.”

TWO YEARS LATER…

November 11, 2018

Exactly two years ago this week, I was released from LA County jail. I’ve been reading my journal from LA County Jail for the past several months. I’ve been typing it up from the handwritten notes to turn the journal into a book that I can distribute thru the website Amazon.com. The decision to turn this very private, demeaning, painful experience and these very personal journal entries into a book was not an easy one. I did leave some of the handwritten journal entries out of the final draft for this book. My reason for doing so, I can not say at this time. There are particular things I wrote about that should not be for public consumption, at this time. The names of those behind in my incarceration and their motives are things I can not discuss at this time. I can say there is a government investigation going on and the government would probably rather I not say certain things at this time. Someday (maybe in the year 2050), I hope to release an update of this book with more details that I can not disclose at this time. However, for now… this is all I can say. I can say I continue to receive death threats from the Sea family. And, they have manipulated, harassed and threatened almost all of my friends and family in Vermont. This whole thing is still a big mess. I am free to have a job… but my whole life is manipulated continuously and harassed. As you can imagine, this has really gotten old after so many years.

President Donald Trump is now President of the United States. He is an old friend of papa bear and the Sea family going back to the 1980s. They call him “The Donald.” I hope President Trump can convince the Sea family to be better behaved. There is no doubt they helped him get into office with much manipulation and many tricks (both legal and illegal). If anyone out there is wondering how a person like Donald Trump (a businessman with no experience in politics) beat to the two most powerful political dynasties in American history (The Bush family and the Clinton family), the answer is: the Sea family. They have worked tirelessly for over five decades against the secret society agenda in America. Both the Bush family and the Clinton family are steeped in the secret society agenda.

The Sea family has worked to return this country back into the hands of “the people.” With the rise of President Donald Trump, they have taken a big step in that direction. Time will tell if President Trump (and the Sea family that put him in power with their vast network of people) will be the hero “the people” need to return America back into the hands of the people. President Trump did release over 50,000 documents that related to the killing of President John F. Kennedy. This is a huge deal because it shows that this murder was coordinated by people who were part of the leadership of the United States government (including President Lyndon B. Johnson, J. Edgar Hoover, and George H.W. Bush at the CIA in the 1960s).

Moreover, as I was finishing the editing for this book, I seem to have angered some people in the Sea family group who unleashed another killer who did another mass casualty event in Thousand Oaks, California. When I went online to prepare this book to be sold on Amazon, within hours the shooter in Thousand Oaks killed many people at a country bar. (I write country music, so I guess they figured creating a mass casualty event at a country bar was appropriate.)

The Sea family also started massive fires in California again (they have done this before). As I type this, the fires still rage and are killing innocent people. The fires are being branded as “the biggest fires California has ever seen.” They burned down a forest that was 12,000 years old.

The FBI knows this is being done by the Sea family. Some politicians know this is the work of the Sea family. However, it can't be proven in a court of law... so they receive the title "Smooth Criminals." For more details on the Sea family, you can read my other fiction book, "Appalled."

I can not express to you in writing how painful it was for me to go over this journal only two years after it had all happened. Usually, I think it would take many more years to be able to face such a trama-filled experience. I was not traumatized just one time. I was traumatized on a daily basis (sometimes many times in a 24 hour period) day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year – culminating with eight months of torture in LA County Jail.

As a psychology student at University, I had always heard of “psychological torture” but had never experienced it in such a clear and intense way as I did while I was an inmate at LA County Jail. My torture was not just a product of being in that jail (though for many people incarcerated in LA County Jail, it was). I had people who control the jail organizing and deliberately doing specific things to me specifically that would increase my suffering and trauma. It was the deliberate, intentional, and calculated infliction of psychological, physical and emotional torture of an innocent American citizen-journalist. I know who my tormentors are. However, I can honestly say that to this day I can not fathom why they would do this to me. I never did anything to these people to deserve this intense, hateful treatment. However, when I spoke their real names in an open court, I seem to have riled in them an evil that was unregulated and unimaginable. They just decided I needed to be punished for my “betrayal.” But, they betray themselves. What they probably don’t know is that the betrayal they feel is their own betrayal of goodness within themselves. It’s what the science of psychology calls “projection.” When the Sea family (or anyone) does an evil deed, they betray the decency and goodness within themselves. They betray the common decency that comes to us all as the standard of living on this Earth. And, living specifically in the United States of America we have very clear standards of decency through our laws. The prolific nature of the evil deeds done by the Sea family is profoundly unamerican!

I’ll give you just one more example of what they have done to me, my family and my people in Vermont. The Sea family wants me back in California badly. It is not my will to ever return to California. Twenty years of living there was enough. Too many people. Too many crevil people. But, since I am on three years probation in California, I am “on loan” to the department of corrections here in Vermont. If I break any laws here in Vermont, I will get shipped back to California for the remainder of my probation.

The Sea family has paid hundreds of people literally here in the Vermont county where I live to try to get me into trouble with the police. They have sent dozens of people from California to the town where I live to try to convince me to come back. I have literally seen people I know from California here in the town where I live.

One of the tactics they have used is to flood this town with drugs. I mentioned earlier that they are the biggest drug dealers in America. This little town has not seen so much cocaine, heroin or ecstasy since the 1980s. This is a two-edged sword. 1) the people who do the drugs will try to fight with me (they literally stalk me and try to pick a fight). I even had one person get a job where I work and then on his second day of work, he tried to recruit people to beat me up after work. Luckily, one of the people he tried to recruit was a manager who told me about the plot so I could avoid problems. 2) For over a year the Sea family has been “ordering” me (like I’m in their military) to hang out and party with certain people they have organized me to hang out with. These people have drugs and will share them with me for free. Then, the police will be called, and I will be in legal trouble. This will cause me to be sent back to California. This is the plan the Sea family has made for me. This is the kind of “friendship” they show to people. Did I mention the Sea family is mentally ill? But I digress…

So, in my neighborhood where I live. They gave drugs to a man and woman who were my neighbors. The Sea family kept sending messages to me, telling me to get to know my neighbors. I didn’t know why at the time. I try to ignore them as much as I can. But now I know it was because these neighbors had drugs they wanted me to get involved with so that I would be sent back to California.

Well, eventually the police here in town get wind of these people with drugs. Long story, short… the police show up at this man's house one day. He looks out the window and sees the local police. He gets his gun out and starts shooting at them. Then, he shoots himself and dies. This is the kind of chaos that the Sea family brings to many towns in America. “Sweet Chaos” is how they refer to an event like this one. Below are pictures of the house where the shooting took place. It was a beautiful house at one time. Now, it’s full of junk and an eyesore in the neighborhood. But the story does not end there…

Then, they got hold of the man’s father (the man who killed himself) and influenced the father to try to kill himself too. Then a few weeks later, the father tries to kill himself by driving his car directly into an oncoming car. If you have not had experience with groups like the CIA, it’s hard to imagine how anyone could be influenced, hypnotized or manipulated into doing something like this. But I tell you the truth: this is how the Sea family operates. They do this sort of thing all over the world. They artfully and successfully create events like this all over the world. They have done this hundreds and hundreds of times. I have no doubt that both of these men did things that were fully influenced and manipulated by the Sea family. These are not random events that just happened by chance. They are coordinated, deliberate acts of terrorism that are meant to bring a feeling of “chaos” and “terror” to a community.

A few months later a kid at the local high school kills himself. He had the same first name as one of the Sea family leaders. Coincidence? Not at all. They were there manipulating this kid and hypnotizing him to carry out this suicide. That’s the kind of thing they do to bring chaos to a community. People start dying all over the place, from various means and methods.

As for myself, I’ve never heard of a court system in the United States of America where you ignore or are silent to the pointed questions of a judge. If the judge had not asked me pointed questions, I would not have spoken their real names. In the American country I grew up in there are three people you never lie to: 1) a judge in a courtroom, 2) a professional leading your therapy session and 3) a priest hearing your confession. The idea that I had done something wrong in telling the truth to a judge is an insane proposition. You don’t lie to a judge. Don't they teach this at Harvard?

Our American society (and any democratic country) can survive the death of any citizen. However, it cannot survive from the death of "due process." When manipulative people (at the CIA, the IAC, the FBI, the NSA – or any clandestine organization) are allowed to kill honesty and kill due process in its tracks - the entire community suffers. Democracy suffers. Only insane people would see it otherwise. Indeed, people with law degrees should lose their license to practice law for doing such things as I have witnessed and experienced in California.

I recently read someplace that at a posh fashion show in New York City the fire marshalls removed some chairs from the front row due to over-crowding. This caused a big scene among some people in the front row who were attached to their front row seat (which is a status symbol among the elite). The ensuing scuffle provoked one guest to slap another guest in the face. This led to a million dollar lawsuit for “intentional infliction of emotional distress.” Based on this scale, what I have gone through with the Sea family – just with the brutal, constant psychological torture, physical torture, emotional torture, financial torture, sexual torture, spiritual torture and abuse of power I’ve experienced at LA County Jail, and LAX court over eight months in 2016 – I’d receive several billion dollars if I sued these people (who are worth literally hundreds of billions of dollars). However, what attorney dares to sue the Sea family? None. They kill people every day and get away with it. They control everything. You can’t leave it to the Sea family to police themselves and admit wrongdoing, that much is clear.

I say this to underscore how painful it has been to review this journal and work on it to put it into book form for the public to read. I had the foresight to retain a therapist for a once-a-month check-up while I was in this process. It has been helpful to have someone to talk to during this time. Writing this book was not a project I was excited to do. Not only was it hard to recount the past – but I knew there would be a price to pay. They are the most vengeful, unforgiving group that exists in the world.

When we are traumatized, it is characteristic for the human organism to compartmentalize the experience. It’s like the psyche takes the memories of the traumatizing experience and puts it in a box with the lid closed tightly. This is why sometimes people have memory loss of a traumatic experience. It's locked away someplace in the mind. This "locking away" enables people to go on and function with their normal day to day tasks.

For some people, delving into the traumatized experience can be a sort of re-traumatizing experience. The dreams I had in my sleep while reading the journal were alone, enough to keep me from reading more of the journal. Trust me; I would rather entirely forget 2016 and delete it entirely from my memory. However, I know deep down, this is not the most healthy thing to do. I had to face it again and confront those who were behind my torture and abuse. I forced myself to read and type this journal out. I forced myself to leave some of the most personal items out entirely and keep those details private for now. Someday, when everyone involved is dead and gone, maybe I will have prepared a revision of the book for release in the year 2050. The real, full details are fascinating… however, as I say, it is unwise to be so honest in the year 2018.

So now, here I sit at the end of 2018 finally finished with the horrible task of recounting some of the worst, most abusive, most painful months of my entire life. I hope by telling my story, it forces change at LA County Jail and with the Sea family (but I’m not holding my breath). The only hope that kept me going was that if I told my story, those with the power to do these horrible things would be forced to change how they do business and they would change how LA County Jail is run. From the time I entered LA County Jail to the time I left (eight months later), over 200,000 inmates had come in through its doors. That’s a lot of people in one jail, being arrested in Los Angeles. This jail is a big money-making business.

I will always be thankful that, with God’s help, I was able to tell the truth, and be honest about my experiences – because I live in a country where freedom to write anything is the law of the land. I release this book on Thanksgiving day, 2018 because I am thankful that I live in the United States of America where the laws allow us to freely speak and write anything that is true.

In this telling, I expect that healing will eventually come to my soul and my psyche. Wholeness within myself is the goal. Having hundreds of fragmented traumatizing boxes of unfinished, unreflected, unhealthy experiences is not a way to live a life of wholeness. The nasty, uncomfortable job of revisiting traumatizing experiences is not something I would call “fun” or “enjoyable.” However, this is the work that we humans must do if we are to live with more “wholeness” and inner peace. In doing this, we become “lighter,” and we lift the shades that block our light from shining - for all humans to see. We are all called to be a light to the world. We can only do this by being transparent, by being real, by being honest, by being genuine, by being authentic, by being sincere. In doing this, we experience the bliss and peacefulness that can come by being fully human, fully awake, fully alive.

PLEASE NOTE:

Due to the seriousness of receiving countless death threats from a group of people that have killed countless innocent Americans and others, I will not be doing any concerts, seminars, tours, or interviews regarding any of my books or music from this day forward. I am retired. Moreover, the Sea family literally has a line of people ready to stand up and falsely accuse me of sexual misconduct as soon as I hit any stage or any level of success. These are all lies, exaggerations, and set-ups brought to you by America’s most prolific, dysfunctional family of serial-killing-Overlords.

May God bless the United States of America and may God guide the leaders of this great country on how to deal with this high-volume family of manipulative serial killers.

 
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I began writing about the CIA Checchi family terrorist cult in 2017. My books on this topic are available as Kindle Books and paperbacks at the Amazon website through this link: www.amazon.com/author/dillonwoods. My efforts in exposing the dangerous CIA Checchi family cult constitute a public service and a form of crisis journalism. As a result, my writings are freely accessible via emails I send out and through the links provided below. If you haven't yet watched my videos or read my works on this dangerous terrorist cult, you can find additional free information in the documents, videos, letters, and books uploaded to my OneDrive at the following links: 

1. “Reporting Child Abuse and CIA Abuse of Power” - This 550+ page book should be printed out and shared with leaders in every community. It comprises a substantial collection of my letters to leaders and reflections on the CIA Checchi family terrorist cult. On one level it is a journal of my legal battle in seeking justice against this extremely wealthy and well-connected CIA family. This book delves into the imminent threat to public safety and world peace posed by this dangerous Checchi family terrorist cult. Their ambitions to dismantle American democracy and hijack the American military industrial complex for their own use, is real. Their plan is to undermine democracies worldwide in their pursuit of the title 'emperor of the world.’ Their plans, strategies, and motivations for global domination are meticulously explored within these pages: 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImDLFyt2GWJDK12Gg?e=xMOSbh   

2. "Appalled" – Is a book I wrote in 2018 and was forced to call “fiction” by then President Trump who threatened to have me arrested if I published the book, so I called it “fiction.” But it is not fiction at all, it’s all true: 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImW1kk3AcQUd82hEh?e=UssG7p   

3. "To Mute or Not to Mute? That is the Question!" – Another book I was forced to call “fiction” under threats of being jailed, but it’s all true: 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImW-gTfnw3c_yv_xz?e=QMbssa   

4. "Eight Months in LA County Jail." – Another book I was forced to call “fiction” under threats of being arrested, but it’s all true as well: 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImUYJXIERJB-0vOqF?e=deu38f   

5. “Letter to Christian Leaders and Evangelicals.” I was raised as a Christian and was very active in the Christian community as a young man. As an older man, I’m shocked at how many Christians and Christian leaders in today’s modern world have abandoned a life of integrity, sincerity, and authenticity, and have embraced a life akin to that of a spy – a life of manipulation, deceit, and duplicity. Without question, this trend represents one of the most dangerous and subtle attacks on Christendom in its 2,000-year history. This letter reflects my concerns:

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXEJEDVQc8qIW3oH?e=sOp6bm   

6. "Killer Broadband" is a book about the CIA Checchi family "eye testing" program which takes place on computers and televisions. The CIA Checchi family cult leaders are collecting manipulated data to fabricate “evidence” that justifies the killing of innocent, gullible, naïve people. As the internet and broadband spread into the most remote, rural communities, it is vital that citizens understand what is going on. There are grave consequences for some people who flunk this “eye testing” program – which most people don’t even know exists.

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImUVWsNLI6RvMt6hP?e=osTFZ1   

7. Video (29 minutes): “American Civil Wars.” – November 11, 2022 

at this link to Vimeo: https://www.vimeo.com/770124101   

This writing is about the secret, modern day “American Civil Wars” which has been going on in America since the 1970s. This war has been raging between the CIA Checchi family and various secret societies. Millions of people worldwide have been killed. To read more about this war, read the document at this link:  

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXOeFxBqAlR46HVk?e=I1Lc4J     

8. Video (33 minutes): "Except as a Punishment for Crime" contains information about how the CIA Checchi family legally enslaves millions of people into their evil cult. Millions of Americans (and people who have visited America from other countries) have been secretly recorded committing a crime, which qualifies them to be secretly enslaved. The 14th amendment in America’s constitution abolishes slavery in the United States – “except as a punishment for crime.” In the case of anyone who has committed a crime, slavery is legal in the United States – even for people from other countries, who only visited America. Please take the time to watch this video which I have uploaded to Vimeo at this link: https://vimeo.com/848103183?share=copy or at this link to my OneDrive: https://1drv.ms/v/s!AszYNXg2gQYImDHR5KG17YMZBSyQ?e=525AMt     

Script for video is at this link:  

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXRHxEcqdqDLrAuy?e=CA62RZ   

9. “List of Checchi Family Cult Murders” – May 17, 2022 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXXT1aeXjBKViNJk?e=4GJkio   

10. Letter to Governor Mills and Other Leaders - October 25, 2023 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImSjAraWw5pLsVzOr?e=HfbXFS   

11. "Supreme Court Testimony: CIA Checchi Cult Grooming Children" - May 2, 2022  

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXdVxqKkeJztdKH6?e=AjSlXx   

12. "CIA Checchi Family Exploiting and Abusing Students in America" - April 16, 2023 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXijUbcjRue7E4Qa?e=VlCGLq   

13. "Letter to Supreme Court Chief Justice Roberts" - December 21, 2023 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImWq6GAw9BihgxkW4?e=htn7g9   

14. "Letter to DC Bar Association, Investigation Request – Part One" – January 2, 2024 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXnFGiNohT07dQBJ?e=YbsQLd   

15. "Letter to DC Bar Association, Investigation Request – Part Two" - January 4, 2024 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImXvWhUxnklj_faVu?e=THULw3   

16. "Letter to Supreme Court Chief Justices" - January 8, 2024 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImX2CzvypuJifqAnB?e=aDFghH   

17. "Letter to CIA Leaders: CIA Checchi Family Drug Abuse" - February 17, 2024 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImlMOsFKqxul2RYYu?e=AvOxIK

18. "Letters to Director of National Intelligence, Avril Haines" – March 7-27, 2024 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYImwJb37Req-tqGv61?e=JZ2QDU  

19. "CIA Checchi Terrorist Cult Killing Judges & Attorneys Nationally" March 19, 2022: 

https://1drv.ms/b/s!AszYNXg2gQYIm3IfeZbw2t5W-8yC?e=iWm9Dv

Dillon Woods is a multifaceted creative force, intertwining his roles as an author, independent journalist, artist, independent documentarian, and musician. His expansive collection of published works is a testament to his diverse storytelling abilities. His passion for exploring the intricacies of life and society is clear in his thought-provoking narratives. His dedication to unearthing unconventional truths and his unwavering commitment to crafting narratives that resonate with depth and meaning render his work undeniably captivating. His heart wrenching accounts of true-life experiences in America make his writing an important addition to America’s journalistic landscape, shedding light on poignant realities often overlooked or kept secret. Dillon's ability to articulate fresh and heartfelt stories about real-life experiences in America enriches and elevates the journalistic sphere. His writing serves as a crucial addition to America’s journalistic tapestry, offering a genuine and profound portrayal of the human experience – fostering empathy, understanding, and a deeper connection to the diverse fabric of the nation. Explore his work at www.CrisisJournalism.com/projects and www.amazon.com/author/dillonwoods.

Keep safe those who serve You, O God;  

in you we take refuge.   

Psalms 16:1