Chapter 9
🧩 Timeline of stalking, sabotage, and digital interference
⚖️ How police, workplaces, and courts uphold the system
🕸️ Parallel with victims of organized abuse around the country
There are wounds so consistent, they stop looking like injury and start looking like infrastructure.
My life has not been a random series of misfortunes—it has been a timeline of coordinated harassment, laid out like railway tracks meant to steer me away from freedom and deeper into the system’s machinery. When I look back, the breadcrumbs weren’t scattered—they were planted. By design. By those who wanted me to believe the chaos was internal, when in truth it was a map of their own intentions.
🗂️ Patterns, Not Accidents
What began as strange coincidences slowly evolved into something more sinister:
Mail that never arrived.
Emails that disappeared from my inbox and sent folder.
Calls from blocked numbers after I filed complaints.
Tires slashed within hours of speaking out.
Surveillance disguised as "wellness checks."
Each incident, on its own, could be dismissed. But together? They reveal a syndrome of suppression—a targeted, systemic campaign to discredit, isolate, and destabilize.
The true horror wasn’t just in what happened. It was in how no one stopped it.
Because everyone was trained not to believe me.
📉 The Institutional Playbook
I turned to the police: they told me it was a civil matter.
I turned to my employer: they tried to reassigned me, ignored my documentation, withheld program resources, covered up vendor contract violations and HL7 Claims abuse, placed me on medical leave with a falsified delusional disorder when speaking up for the 3.4 million Medicaid lives as a whistle blower.
I turned to the courts: they prioritized the word of my abuser, erased evidence, or filed me under “mental health.”
I turned to health providers: they wrote scripts instead of listening, diagnoses instead of truth.
Each institution used its own language to deflect accountability. But the song was the same:
"We don’t see what you’re seeing. Maybe it’s in your head."
That phrase—that ritualized gaslight—was the curse that enabled it all.
🧱 Brick by Brick: The Timeline They Built
Thanks to meticulous records, FOIA requests, and my own spiritual resilience, I’ve reconstructed the chronology. It includes:
Years of stalking documented in police reports, often misclassified as “family disputes.”
Workplace sabotage, where my programs were blocked, files were deleted, emails were rerouted, and promotions withheld.
Legal entanglements engineered by false filings, perjury, and systemic bias in the courts—particularly around custody and protection orders.
Digital interference, where programs like Tesla’s app were used to locate me, and geofencing alerts triggered welfare checks I never requested.
Each year brought a new tactic. A new trauma. A new way to try to contain me.
But what they didn’t realize was: I was also tracking them.
👁️ Surveillance Dressed as Safety
My ex-husband used the language of care to manipulate law enforcement. He fabricated wellness checks. Claimed concern. He used mental health tropes to plant doubt. But behind the curtain, it was always about control.
He wasn’t alone. In every system—HR departments, police dispatchers, mental health boards—there was a parallel structure:
Those who claim to protect.
And those who quietly partner with power.
It wasn’t just harassment. It was performance.
A staged show where I was cast as “unstable,” while the abusers were framed as “concerned parties.”
But the surveillance wasn’t just personal—it was spiritual.
Somehow, they always knew when I was about to remember something big. They would escalate.
A strange knock at my door.
A car parked outside with no driver.
A sudden call from someone I had cut off years ago.
A staged motorcycle accident with large payouts for connected parties
This wasn’t surveillance.
It was energetic warfare.
🗺️ My Story is Not Mine Alone
As I began connecting with other women, whistleblowers, and spiritual practitioners, I found a terrifying truth: this isn’t isolated. It’s institutional. It’s generational. It’s global.
Across the country—and the world—there are others:
Healers branded hysterical.
Starseeds labeled schizophrenic.
Mothers punished for their intuition.
Truth-tellers institutionalized or erased.
The patterns are identical:
Spiritual emergence.
Surveillance disguised as care.
Legal entrapment or character assassination.
Isolation.
If they survive—awakening.
These are the coded prisons. Designed to break light before it can rise.
🦅 The Bird Who Was Watched Still Flew
There were moments I thought I wouldn’t survive. Times I doubted my own sanity. That was the deepest cut of all—the inner fragmentation they orchestrated so I would question my own divinity.
But I held onto the thread.
I tracked the timeline not as a victim—but as an archivist.
And now, it lives in this book. In the records I preserved. In the evidence they tried to delete.
And most importantly—in the voice that refuses to be silenced anymore.
🛡️ Why This Chapter Still Matters
Because the harassment didn’t end.
Because the system still operates.
Because every time we name the pattern, it loses a bit of its power.
This chapter is not just my memory. It’s a map. For those who feel like the only ones.
You’re not imagining it.
You’re not overreacting.
You’re not unstable.
You are interfered with because you are divine.
And once you realize the pattern—they can no longer control the play.
Let this chapter be the evidence they tried to hide.
Let it be the light that rewrites the timeline.
Let it be the crack that breaks the grid.
