As you’ll learn from viewing evidence on the other sections of this website, my estranged lover (and Biblical wife,) Katherine Leigh Batilla illegally tormented me from Summer 2024 until mid-December 2024. She works for a company called Precision Painting Plus, which is a front/cover for some kind of elite, clandestine psychic spying operation, probably under the Department of Justice. Which might be fine, if they weren’t aggressively violating the civil rights of domestic U.S. citizens, like me.

I cannot substantiate ThE VoIcEs I hear in my head (hers, and others) but these TeXtS are real, and they still exist on my iPhone Messages app.

Repeatedly, throughout the 2nd half of 2024, Ms. Batilla threatened to kill me. She threatened to have me framed for possession of child pornography.  She sent my friend(s) fake, airbrushed images depicting me in sexual situations with individuals who appeared to be underage.

Throughout it all, I continued loving her. I never once threatened her back. (Except with doxxing/exposure.) Although, she sent HERSELF multiple threatening messages and then, accusing me of doing it, lied about it UNDER OATH before The Honorable Segal Blakeman of the Nassau County Family Court. (Wife of Bruce Blakeman, Nassau County Executive.) Ms. Batilla insisted in sworn testimony that I was threatening the lives of her children. This is a lie. Her intention all along was to have me imprisoned. (She said as much, in her texts.)

I am technically not supposed to mention Ms. Batilla by name AT ALL in any public forum. While she failed to have me imprisoned, she successfully convinced the court to issue a protective order against me. Unfortunately, on the day of the hearing, I had no advance preparation with legal counsel. I was all alone, representing myself when the proceedings started. Once I requested that my 6th Amendment Rights be honored, a public defender was hurriedly called in from the hallway. It was evident that the court wanted to make this go away quickly, with minimal drama. Although her deceitful efforts failed to have me locked up, I was never allowed to introduce ANY of the messages, call records, or written affidavits on this website into evidence before the court.

In addition to documented violations of my 1st, 4th, and 6th Amendment rights, you can add the good old 2A to the list, because this punitive protective order prevents me from owning a firearm. (Not that I even want one, but rights are rights.)

I read somewhere that contracts are not enforceable, if they serve to conceal illegal activity. Well, a representative from Amnesty International took a look at this website, and she felt pretty sure something untoward has happened to me here. So I’m going to keep making noise until somebody in the government makes this right for me. I have suffered psychological torture as a result of Katherine Batilla’s deliberate actions, and I am once again staring down homelessness, having been fired from my last job simply for calling local PD to report her death threats.

Back when Katie was texting me regularly, we’d share a volley of texts over the course of several hours. These messages came from unknown/anonymous phone numbers, but over time, it was readily apparent they were truly coming from her, my scorned lover.

I’m not sure why she stopped messaging me after December 20, 2024. At that point, we had a court appearance scheduled a few weeks out. Maybe she wanted to prepare herself mentally, getting in the right frame of mind? The day before, she had invoked Lucifer and sent other shocking words. By contrast, on 12/20, she seemed docile and actually drifted to an appeal for friendship. (While still denying that it was her.) It seemed like my insistence on truth caused her cognitive discomfort. The full transcript from that final day of “regular” communication is below:

Katie had gone days/weeks without replying in the past. I didn’t believe she was going to completely cut off contact, but as the weeks went on, I started to wonder. Nevertheless, I kept sending romantic missives and appeals for reconciliation. Finally, almost 5 weeks later, she decided to start messaging, again.

This time, she had a new ruse! Instead of pretending to be a man, she pretended to be an autoresponder. I guess – likely as a result of the revelations I’ve made on this website and on Facebook – Ms. Batilla realized that she needed to wind things down and distance herself from her crimes. I don’t know why she didn’t just drop whatever burner app she got 909-818-4164 from. But for whatever reason, she has proceeded to make (brief) contact with me another 5 times these past few months.

Curiously, Ms. Batilla can CLEARLY see my phone screen in real-time. On ALL 5 occasions – every. single. time. – it had been days or weeks without a single inbound message from her. Suddenly, literally in the same minute I hit “send,” she is there, firing off a reply. I wonder if the FISA court gave her a warrant to spy on her estranged lover?

#1 – Sunday, January 26, 2025

• First/Last Reply: 7:38 PM-7:39 PM
• Messages came through quickly, over the course of less than two minutes.

#2 – Sunday, February 9, 2025

• First/Last Reply: 11:41 PM – 11:42 PM
• Messages again came through quickly, over less than two minutes. She only wrote “STOP” once.

#3 – Saturday, February 22, 2025

• First/Last Reply: 9:22 PM – 9:23 PM
• Again, only two minutes of messages. This time, she added a #hashtag to the 2nd “STOP”

#4 – Tuesday, March 11, 2025

• First/Last Reply: 10:49 AM – 10:53 AM
• This time, I decided to make better use of the window where I KNEW I was reaching her. Due to these longer responses, her  “automated” replies spanned a window of 4 minutes. #hashtag remains on the 2nd “STOP”

#5 – Sunday, March 16, 2025

• First/Last Reply: 7:08 AM – 7:29 AM
• She fumbled her rhythm considerably here. Her replies spanned 21 MINUTES, owing partly to my longer essays. She also added an extra “#STOP” message.

I miss you terribly.

I love you tremendously.

I think of you constantly.

I will seek you as long as God will allow.

I need you to help me fix the damage this time. Your employer is responsible for my psychological anguish and financial ruin.