Friday, January 13, 2023

PART 1: Diary of a time period in the life of a kidnapper for hire

In doing forensics and research on counterfeit Microsoft & Google Technology used to commit crime:
https://law.justia.com/cases/federal/district-courts/FSupp/846/208/1687655

The people using this tech do include NXIVM, but they are not solely that.




The majority of these people, I believe are Cluster B, addicts, deeply disturbed and criminal, whether due to who they are, or what they believe in, or for whatever has happened to them.

Someone on the inside, has been feeding me information. And so that means, that there is a part of them, which is prosocial, and has empathy, and maybe I'm projecting, but I imagine that they want exposure, for this all to stop, or for them to get out, or for the victims to be free. I do not know exactly; yet.

The following is a poem that they sent me. It's very long, so this in only Part One. It names victims. It states meetings for hire with the seperated parent. It describes the kidnapping of children, as one parent pays them to take the child from the other. It references detectives. It states dead bodies. They sent me 500 pages of 1 word lines; so that may mean several years of time. This is 1%.


WHAT THEY WROTE:


you
i

to
that

it
me

what
this

know
i'm
no

have
my
don't

just
not

do
be

your
we

it's
so

but
all

well
oh

about
right

you're

get
here

out
going

like
yeah

if
can

up
want

think
that's

now
go

him
how

got
did
why

see
come

good
really

look
will

okay
back

can't
mean

tell
i'll

hey
he's

could
didn't

yes
something

because
say

take
way
little

make

need

gonna
never

we're
too

she's
i've

sure
our
sorry

what's
let
thing

maybe
down

man
very

there's
should

anything
said

much
any

even
off

please

doing
thank

give

thought
help

talk
god

still
wait

find
nothing
again

things
let's

doesn't
call

told
great

better
ever

night
away

believe
feel

everything
you've

fine
last

keep
does

put
around

stop
they're

i'd
guy


isn't
always

listen
wanted
guys


huh
those

big
lot
happened

thanks
won't

trying
kind

wrong
talking

guess
care

bad
mom


remember
getting

we'll
together

dad
leave
understand

wouldn't
actually

hear
baby

nice
father


else
stay

done

wasn't
course

might
mind

every
enough

try
hell

came
someone

you'll
whole
yourself

idea
ask
must

coming
looking

woman
room

knew
tonight

real
son

hope
went

hmm

happy
pretty

saw
girl

sir
friend

already
saying
next
job


problem

minute

thinking

haven't
heard

honey
matter

myself
couldn't

exactly
having

probably
happen


we've
hurt
boy
dead


gotta
alone

excuse
start

kill
hard