On Friday, March 28, 2024, the day before yesterday, my oppressor decided to continue playing her little game. She replied back via text for the sixth time since December 20, 2024, from one of the “burner” phone numbers she previously used for sending death threats & threats of phony criminal charges. (With those terroristic messages coming from the same number that I reported to the Garden City Police last winter, resulting in my termination from The Garden City Hotel.)

Yesterday, I felt compelled to show love to her by bringing her a daisy. (Her demons are irritated by unconditional love.) At the last second, I felt a dreadful sense of foreboding, so I turned around. I did not cross her property line or the public right-of-way directly in front of it. You may recall I previously proposed a specific keep-away distance (700 feet) to [redacted]’s lawyer, but that suggestion was ignored. The court left it vague & subjective.

Anyway, as I turned around, I heard the voice of [redacted] in my head encouraging me to come back, “so they can kill me.” I mentioned this in below Live video I recorded of the situation. At no point is anyone other than myself seen/heard, until I was far down the block. After I chickened out, you can see someone slowly backing out of the driveway, watching to see where I was going. But how did they know I was there in the first place?? (It’s because of astral projection/remote viewing/telepathy.)

I continued walking in the other direction. Almost instantly, Nassau County Police swarmed the area like they were hunting a murderer. They arrested me, failing to say exactly what laws I had broken until hours later. I was also physically assaulted by Officer Normandia in the jail of the Nassau County Courthouse when I hesitated to engage in unsanitary behavior under his custody. So, tomorrow I’m going to shop this story around to any civil rights lawyers who care to listen.

Because I mentioned Telepathy/ThE VoIcEs, I was first taken via ambulance (my EIGHTEENTH ambulance ride since Tuesday, March 14, 2023 – but my very FIRST one in handcuffs!) to Nassau University Medical Center. I’ll need to add that one to The Hospitalizations page, since I’d never been inside there before. Behind the locked doors of their CPEP, I didn’t lie about ThE VoIcEs…I just told the doctor that I don’t “suffer” from them any longer, having essentially exposed at least 2-3 of the people responsible for them, on this website. I was only there for a couple hours.

The next stop was the Nassau PD 3rd Precinct. Coincidentally, I had been there at least once before, back on October 23, 2024, when I filed a written complaint about the threatening text messages coming from [redacted]. They don’t seem to care about that.

At the 3rd, I was cuffed to a table and interrogated. I recapitulated basically everything on this website. I cried as I described our young love, harmed by distance and fear. At one point, a detective popped her head in the room and asked whether I drank tap or bottle water as a child. I chugged South Texas tap water, as a child. I still drink tap water, here in NY. Maybe that has something to do with the whole telepathy thing?

I was released from jail just before 2pm today, Sunday. This matter now appears to be out of Family Court and into bona fide Nassau County Criminal Court. I already met with a public defender, and a jury trial was requested. Court date is April 17, 2025. I am looking forward to presenting ALL this lovely evidence I was not allowed to introduce while [redacted] was perjuring herself in Family Court. Hopefully, I’ll finally get some of this justice I keep hearing about.

It would be nice to rescue someone I love from a life of sin and likely damnation, but I can’t force anyone to accept Jesus Christ as their savior. What I CAN do is keep sending love across the universe with my thinky thoughts + unspecific sentimental flowers, as long as I remain more than 100 yards away from my oppressor. That’s less than HALF the distance I had proposed a few months ago. God is good.

Kindly note: the last time these Deep State shenanigans from Precision Spying Plus Psychological Waterboarding got me locked in Elmhurst Hospital for two weeks back in September 2024, NYPD had to break down the door to my apartment to feed my starving cat, Cali. She was in no danger this time, since I was unexpectedly away for only 1 night, but she still needed consoling.