It is already very clear to me that Petitioner is actually the party at the other end of the line on 909-818-4161. Unfortunately, that may not be so obvious for the Nassau County Family Court. Here, Petitioner claimed she “cloned my voice” (with A.I.) and asked me if I wanted to hear the message that she sent to herself. In a recent filing, Petitioner conveniently left that part out.

I’m rather sensitive to the whole A.I. deepfake/cloning thing, since my close friend has received deepfake photos (sent from the Petitioner’s actual NY phone number, no less – see “Proof It’s Her“) purportedly depicting me in obscene situations.

Petitioner writes, “I returned home to find Respondent at my home. I was overcome with fear. Despite the sound of my car pulling into my driveway, Respondent proceeded to my front door and did not turn around. I exited my car and yelled at the Respondent to get off my property and to stay away from me. Disturbingly, through all of this, Respondent did not face me. He stared at the door, hung a loaf of bread, and turned no less than 10 seconds after the commotion.”

…except the white Toyota sedan she arrived in can’t be seen in the Ring photos when I’m hanging the bag of focaccia on her door. It is visible (with her) in the 3rd photo, after I’ve already placed the bread.

Petitioner writes, “Daisies are my favorite flower. This is not something I have told the Respondent.” Twenty years ago, I regularly brought her gerbera daisies, when she resided at her mother’s apartment on Snowden Road in San Antonio, Texas. Also, I do have a valid, New York-state driver license, and I have not made any claims to the contrary.

Petitioner initially feigns ignorance as to the meaning of the nickname “Wisp,” but on a different page of the same filing, she references my Facebook post where I literally spell it out.

Rainbow Brite is Petitioner’s childhood heroine, whose real name is Wisp. She must have forgotten.

On January 8, 2025, I published my 1,800-word essay found in “The Full Story” on my Facebook page. We were set to go to trial the following day, to answer her charges against me. Hours later, at a half-past midnight, on January 9, Petitioner’s attorney sent me an offer to conclude the matter, if I would accept her proposed agreement. This agreement required me to TAKE DOWN all my prior posts on the Internet. Since these posts are a key pillar in my defense against Petitioner’s ongoing torture and attempts to incarcerate me with fraudulent allegations of exploitation of minors, I eventually decided not to take the deal.

However, I didn’t actually check my e-mail that morning. I was utterly gobsmacked to learn that same attorney subsequently fell ill from norovirus in the time between 12:39 AM and 9:12 AM that morning.