I'm trying to figure out what is on the stalker's playlist.
I don't think he knows who the Dooby Brothers are.
If he did, this song would probably fit.
Today I am thankful for options.
I'm finding myself debating going to the police department.
I can't say that the police department is actually helpful. Many officers are insightful and they are very good about seeing the truth of the matter. They are very open and straightforward about what they believe is going on. They are also spot on when it comes to predicting future events.
They just refuse to take police reports.
If you watched the news a few years back, this is the police department that swiftly dealt with the theatre shooting nearly four years ago. They put our injured neighbors in their squad cars and drove them to area hospitals.
The day after the shooting, I was at a religious event across the street from that particular theatre when I stumbled upon a set of clothing (jeans and a burgundy shirt) buried in a hole. The clothes weren't ratty. They were fresh and the person didn't do a good job of hiding them. I kicked a small bit of dirt and revealed the outfit.
I walked across the street to alert the first officer I saw. I only saw one. I tried to tell him. He was more interested in why I was there and to check my ID. He was holding back tears. I never got the chance to tell him about my discovery.
The next day, I ran into a City Councilman. I told him. I also told him to offer counseling to the officers. He wanted to know why. I gave him a general answer but he pressed on claiming that all of the officers had been debriefed. Not so....I told him my experience with the officer at the theatre. He pressed for a name.
I told him that I forgot to remember.
I remember him. He was the officer who came to my home when someone allegedly dialed 911 from my home at 2:00 in the morning. He pulled me aside and told me that he knew what was going on and that I wasn't going to get out of an abusive relationship without confiding in the police.
I refused. My ex was in the process of suing the city. I was fighting a tax hike. I thought the city leadership had arranged for this phone fun, especially since my telephone provider claimed that there was no record of anyone using the landline that day. We didn't use the land line. We used our cell phones for everything.
The officer was right.
I pray for him a lot.
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Michael wants me to take my cell phone to the police department.
I played the nine messages to him.
The fourth message was much longer than I realized. There was silence for the first ten seconds or so then he asks me if I received his text messages. It goes on to record an entire conversation we had about removing GPS location on the cell phones.
I always make it a point to turn off GPS location on my cell phone. Somehow it always turns itself on.
The recording is closer to Michal than myself. You can hear Michael clearly. I am barely audible.
That's why I initially thought that Michael was the caller.
Michael is swearing up and down that he did no such thing.
He wants me to go to the police.
I'm debating it. If I go to the police, they're going to do one of three things; (1) they will ignore me and tell me to kick my ex out, (2) they'll arrest him or (3) tell me that there is nothing that they can do and to not to let someone drive me crazy.
Over the years, this has been my experience.
Michael swears up and down he didn't call me. He thinks we were recorded and someone called me to play back the recording.
Should I go to the police and waste my time?
I'm debating it.
This entire stalking thing is a time drain.
I'm tired of it.
I'll let you know what happens.
Love,
S.
End of the Day Edit: Well, going to the police department was a colossal waste of time. I called and explained the situation and the officer told me to drive down to the headquarters. I drove down there I looked around and prayed for the fallen officers and watered the blessed tree. I cursed the tree with a blessing to protect the taxpayers. The city will not pass a tax hike until they stop levying illegal fines on employees.
'Tis good to be a witch.
There is a catch to my religion. Spells suck. They change the course of one's path. If you do too many spells, you wind up going in circles trying to figure out where to go.
I feel like I've lost my sense of direction.
Lesson learned.
I cast spells sparingly.
I've cast four to stop the stalking. The first few times I did that one of my in-laws died. First Bill (my father-in-law), then Shannon (my sister-in-law and then Glenn (the uncle who harassed me because he thought I hated gay people - I fought Amendment 2 - he had no clue who I am). The last spell was cast in September after someone turned on my garden hose and lit some paper on fire in my front yard after banging on the front door. As I lit my peppery black candles, I prayed that no one would die and that I only wanted what had to happen to make the stalking to stop.
My ex lost his job. The stalking has slowed down considerably. I guess it's hard to stalk when one does not have funds.
I walked through the city building courtyard, remembering the speeches, the newspaper articles and interviews conducted in those gardens, mingling with the Comic Con people who vowed to protect those who came to mourn those fallen in a theatre shooting. I remembered the former mayor who pushed me into a door and how he inspired me to be a pretend politician. He told me I had no voice in the city. Let me tell you something, if you run for Mayor no one in the city will ignore your voice.
That was fun.
I left the precinct debating whether or not I needed to run for City Council or if I need to buy a guitar and record some music to express my frustration that there is a city disrespecting the Goddess Aurora.
You can't honor the goddess of the dawn while forcing others to live in darkness.
Maybe they are honoring her, Aurora was a little short-sighted. She fell in love with a mortal and begged Zeus to make her love immortal. In her haste, she forgot to ask to give him the gift of eternal youth so as time went by, he became so shriveled that she hid him away in a room until the Gods took pity on him and turned him into a cicada.
Maybe the local politicians, emulate the mistake of the beautiful Goddess to much. They think about today and, often, forget about how their plans impact the tomorrows of the citizenry.
I entered the police department and paid my respects to the images of seven officers who have passed this year. I prayed that there wouldn't be an eighth as I held holy relics in my hands.
I was greeted by an officer who directed me to the front desk. I met a woman and told her about the nine phone calls. She told me to get a new phone and another number. I pulled out my second phone and told her that I have. I let her know that this is the third phone I've had in thirty days.
"Does your ex-husband know your other phones?" She asked.
"No."
"Do you get these hang up and recorded calls on the phones he doesn't know about?"
"No."
She said just to ignore the calls and to get a restraining order against my ex-husband. I told her that I was scared because the third message sounds like a recorded conversation between my ex-husband and I. My ex-husband said he didn't call me. If he's telling the truth, that would mean someone else is recording the conversations. I'd like to know what to do.
It's not nearly as scary if my ex is doing this crap on his own. I don't know who these other players are and I don't know what they are capable of. I'm terrified.
She said it was just harassing calls and to ignore them. I told her that in April I came home to find my computer taken apart with screws missing and some type of RAT software on computer.
I told her that this has been going on since 1992. It became frightening in 2012 and I called an Aurora detective. She told me to get a divorce. I did. It never stopped.
She told me to wait until Monday to call the detective. They didn't want to hear the messages. They don't want to see my computer.
They probably won't do shit until I wind up six feet under.
This is why the child who swore off firearms has a gun.
I'd love to tell the Democrats on the Council that the PD is the reason I have to pack heat. I'm going to remind the sitting Democrat Senator who tried to talk me out of getting a gun that I really don't have a choice.
There is an idiotic Senator from Englewood who told me that the stalking law he championed would help. He didn't listen. Laws don't mean a thing if the police ignore it.
Sigh...
I wish he could hear me now.
I'll let him know when I see him.
I could do so much more with my talents. I could feed the hungry, give therapy to those in need but no....I find myself wasting time trying to stay safe from asshats.
Maybe I should cast more protection spells.
I was never really into the Keys of Solomon but I am feeling pushed into that direction. It's best to try to solve problems in our reality using the tools of our culture (e.g. going to the police) rather than asking entities for help. Maybe there are times we need to turn to our spirituality and paranormal knowledge for help.
Don't piss off a witch.
The problem is that my worst spells are cast from a place of fear. Fear changes things and not for the better. The problem is that I'm there - in a state of fear. My usual state of mind is somewhere between curiosity and creativity.
Didn't I learn the lesson from Star Wars?
I'd rather be investing my energy in more positive pursuits.
Negativity attracts the worst kind of energy into your life. I'd rather not have any part of it.
I guess I need to refresh a curse/blessing against the city.
Edit two days later: My top-secret phone looks exactly like Michael's. I tried to put the kids on CHP+ due to the fact that Michael isn't working. The county demanded that I include Michael as a member of my household (which is a violation of CMS rules). I received a letter yesterday that says that Michael and the kids are one household unit that qualifies for Medicaid. I am a household of one and make too much money to receive assistance.
I put the paperwork on Michael's computer so he cannot use his uninsured status to try to goad me into marrying him again. I must have accidently picked up his phone rather than my secret phone.
I didn't notice until later in the day.
He noticed right away and had my phone for thirteen hours I need a fourth phone now.
A weird thing happened. I didn't go through his phone. There were anime characters with my name and resemblance on the phone so I figured it belonged to one of the kids.
It turns out I had his phone.
He must have thought I took it to the police.
He admitted to making some of the calls, especially one of the scary ones.
That's weird.
I am still getting strange silent breathing calls. I'm downloading them to my studio computer and using Cool Edit Pro to amplify parts of the calls and remove background noises. Doing this, I learned that the caller is male. In the last call, he whispers the the word "damn" right before hanging up. He's from Colorado because a male in the background is talking about Colorado law.
I find this interesting.
If you're going to harass someone, do NOT harass a musician. We'll catch ya. The worst part is that we have a knack for identifying voices.
I'll find out who this is
Love,
S.
Catch me if you can.