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"THE JOURNEY" |
How is it going - on the "Front Lines" of Bio-Terrorism?
"Call Me Crazy"
The Latin guy - in the attached photograph followed me into a Chinese Restaurant - He had a device under his black t-shirt and sprayed me with Chemicals when I walked by him - on my way in and on my way out-in South Carolina?
Jet Propelled Back Packs - With Alien Driver's.....
POST CARDS....
Gypsy Runner vs. The Monster that Poisoned her with Arsenic, Mercury, Chromium, Lithium, Lead, Aluminum, Thallium and Rat Poisoning......
FLYING LIGHT PEOPLE
GYPSY RUNNER.....
"WORM HOLES AND TIME TRAVELERS TARGETING ME WITH ALIEN WEAPONS IN MY RESIDENCE"
"Unidentified Flying Objects and Weapons"
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Thank you for visiting Gypsy Runner. Your visit is very important and greatly appreciated.
What you are about to witness may be alarming, due to the undeniable evidence (depicted in the photographs herein) that our World is being visited by Alien Beings, UFO's and other inexplicable objects from Outer Space.
I have embarked on a journey, to began to address the complex questions that have puzzled me over the past three (3) years, as to why I am being stocked, terrorized and poisoned by these Extraterrestrial Beings and the Phenomenon that enables these Paranormal events to take place in our World. |
The photographs and information posted herein, are one hundred percent (100%) authentic and have not been altered in any way. I feel that this is solid evidence, that our air space is not being monitored (technologically) and In fact, our technology may not even be advanced enough to detect these Extraterrestrial Beings, that are flying around our Communities, at wee hours of the morning. We are living in a very dark, corrupt and dangerous World. Be vigilant and fully aware of your surroundings... May the Force be with you, Gypsy Runner
Photograph on the right ~ taken in my front yard ~ approximately two (2) weeks ago ~ Appears to be a flying fat man? If you know what it is - Please post a comment on my blog....
Blessings......
Attention Air Traffic Controllers ~ Please tame your Alien Friends - Their tearing up the skies and using our electrical grid - at wee hours in the morning...I don't want them in my window, on my roof, or in my attic.....Please tell them to "Phone Home" and go home....Thank you. Gypsy Runner
ALIENS IN THE ATTIC~WITH PVC PIPE & ARSENIC
"The Flying Dolphin and The Shrimp"
These Object were Flying around, above the I-4 Freeway - in Orlando, Florida.
They appeared to be releasing some type of gas and moved very slowly.
These Object were Flying around, above the I-4 Freeway - in Orlando, Florida.
They appeared to be releasing some type of gas and moved very slowly.
TREE PEOPLE AND WEAPONS IN TREES
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"A Journal of my Journey"
"Lady Poison"
Happily married and taking care of everyday things - but suddenly things just didn't feel right! When you have that feeling, sooner or later, your going to find out, things are not right. It's a feeling that's impossible to ignore, a feeling that tells you to wake-up, pay attentions and be prepared to run - a chill that goes up your spine and tells you "there is danger lurking here" - run Chelle run!!! I was being POISONED!
I remember seeing a jar, sitting on the shelf in the kitchen, with little balls of silver stuff inside of it and there was a piece of foil on top of it, which was used as a lid. I asked him what it was and he said "It's Mercury that I have collected over the years, out of thermometers, etc. and it's very valuable." "I thought it was dangerous to have Mercury inside your house?" I said, but he left it there for months and months. I noticed it missing, just a few months before we separated, but didn't think anything of it - until now. But where did he get the Arsenic?
Months later, in our Dissolution Case, when he had to produce documents, receipts and income records - I saw several receipts from different Hardware Stores, where he had purchased large quantities of Rat Poisoning and Pesticides.
This was just the tip of the ice berg - I was married to El Monstro himself...But before I could get away and we were still trying to work things out (supposedly), I was in the kitchen and he just left, to go to work. He gave me a little peck on the cheek, told me to have a nice day (as always) and left. Ten minutes later someone was banging on our front door. I went out to see who it was and saw two (2) Police Officer's standing on the front door step. I immediately opened the door and let them into the living room. A female Officer advised me that I was under arrest, that my Husband was down at the Police Station, with scratches on his neck and said that I attacked him. I was petrified and shocked. I told her that we were not even arguing, I did not scratch him, or touch him in any way and that he left for work the same as he always did. The Officer that was with her, was on the phone with the Station and told them what I said. El Monstro started arguing with the Officer's and demanded that they call a Scratchologist, to check his wounds. It took three (3) hours for the Scatchologist to get there, check his neck and come to the conclusion that his wounds were self inflicted and let me get on with my day. They let him go to - I don't know why - That's attempted false arrest, isn't it?
"Shocking"
Here is a picture of me before and after our marriage. I had no idea I was being poisoned. The Toxicologist said "someone had to be poisoning me seven (7) months before our separaton and putting it (Arsenic, Mercury, etc.) in my food and coffee, etc."
With the Positive Toxicology Report, in my hand, after waiting desperately to obtain it and believing that I had the one thing that would turn this Case around, I was still told I was delusional, by Law Enforcement, Government Officials and even my own family. I was dismissed, ignored and left to die, by everyone I had always trusted and always believed in...That is more devistating than any other blow.
I had no place to go and didn't feel safe anywhere - especially not in San Luis Obispo.
"The Stocking"
First I headed north, up the Coast of California and ended-up in Carmel. I knew I was being followed, but I was exhausted and needed to find a place to spend the night. I found a little Motel off the freeway, that looked like it had plenty of rooms available, was private and felt kind of safe. I parked next to the Office and went inside. I was talking to the night attendant, that assured me it was safe, that there was always a manager on site and she would put me in a safe room. I was looking out the window, while she was checking me in, watching these trucks go back and forth, that I saw following me on the freeway and stocking me. I knew I couldn't go anywhere unchecked and would be followed and terrorized everywhere I went. I needed to get off the street, out of my car and into a safe place where I could get some rest for the night. When I woke-up the next morning, the motel was full and the trucks that were following me, were parked in the parking lot, right next to my car. I walked up towards the office to the breakfast room and got a bagel and some coffee. When I walked back to my room, I looked in the windows of the other rooms and noticed that the curtains were slightly cracked open and the rooms were all dark inside. It was creepy because I felt like there were eyes peering out of those windows and no faces attached to them. I went back to my room and contemplated - what to do next? I knew I wasn't safe out there and the security I had, at this particular Motel, would be short lived.
When I finally discovered, through my own Toxicology Tests, that I had been poisoned, I only weighed eighty nine (89) pounds. I was so weak and so ill, that it was impossible for me to defend myself. I couldn't walk, talk, articulate my thoughts or do anything on my own. He knew I couldn't fight back, so him and his thugs continued to escalate their terror and abuse. I was helpless, abandoned and alone.
I was unable to get out of my bed and was soaking wet (from night sweats). I felt like my body was shutting down and I didn't want to give up. I was thinking about my family and my son. I didn't want to see them get hurt and I all I could do was lay there sobbing uncontrollably.
Suddenly a bright light came shining through my bedroom door. I was mesmerized by the overwhelming feeling of Love and Light in my room, "Are you God?" I asked? I could feel his thoughts going through me and he could feel mine. I told him "I was scared, that I felt like I was going to die and it brought me great grief to have to leave my only son behind. His Father passed away when he was fifteen and he needs me Lord" I pleaded with him to let me stay. He stood there for a moment and just sort of looked at me, as if he was taking it all in, and then he said "I brought you something" and I said "What did you bring me?" He said "I brought you your wings, now you can fly" I looked up at him, with tear of joy (not sorrow), dripping down off my chin. With the blink of his eyes, I felt my wings, expanding from my shoulders and beautiful feathers stretching out, way beyond my bedroom. I could feel a strength and a force, in my wings and the power that God put into them. It was the most powerful, beautiful force I have ever experienced and I knew, from that moment on "the Force was with me." "You are protected in my feathers" was the last thing he said and he disappeared down the hall. At that very moment I was able to stand-up and get out.
I knew I was not going to be safe in own home, so I started getting my Court files and some other things together, that I knew I would need and was setting them on the floor next to my front door. I bent down to set a plastic file box, full of my Court documents, on the floor and all of the sudden something hit me on the top of my head. It instantly knocked me down on the ground and felt like I had been shot. I grabbed the top of my head, looked up at the ceiling and said "what the F _____ ?" I could not believe how bad it hurt, how it forced me to the ground and couldn't figure out what it was and/or where it came from. I got on a chair and looked up at the ceiling to see where it came from. There was a hole, right above my head, that looked like two (2) slits connected in a V shape and it looked like the slits were pushed outward, towards me, not inward towards the attic. I went out to my front porch to see if there was anyone out there and I saw these guys standing in the parking lot across the street, laughing and giving each other a high-fives. I was the only one that knew what they were celebrating and I knew my ex-husband was over there with them. I was reluctant to call Law Enforcement, but I thought that what happened was obvious and figured they would be able to see the holes in the ceiling. So I called them; they came out, looked at the holes in the ceiling, told me it looked like the holes were going into the attic and not out and they left. I know the holes came from the inside of the attic and I know someone was up there. It was just another devistating blow, because I knew the perpatrators could see the Officer's come and go and they just escalated everything more and more each time they left.
In fact I already knew that there was somebody up in my attic. Because I went to Home Depot a few weeks ealier and bought a couple of packs of bug bombs, so that the next time I heard somebody up there, I would throw them up into the attic and wait for the person to come out - knowing that they would be forced to come out. So one night I heard someone crawling around up there, when I was in bed, so I stayed real still and listened closely to make absolutely sure that I could hear them. I was 100% sure I could hear them, so I called my son and asked him to come over and help me. He was there withing five (5) minutes and I told him what was going on. He went inside with me and threw the bug bombs up in the attic and we went outside to wait. At least twenty (20) minutes went by and nothing, no one was coming out of there and I started thinking I was nuts and then all of the sudden I saw him - He came out of my back yard and was trying to hide up against my fence (on the side of my house). He looked down the street and saw me, sitting in my car, looking right at him. He started sliding sideways against the fence and heading towards my neighbors house. I immediately drove over to where he was and started following him. He had on a pair of blue overalls, with a white stripe going down the side of the pant leg and he ran into the mobile home behind the pink one that was right behind mine. It was my neighbor and I had already had my suspicions about both of my neighbors on that side (behind me), because my soon-to-be ex-husband knew the guy that lived behind me and used to by his building supplies from him, at Ace Hardward. I called Law Enforcement again and told them what I did and about the guy that came out of my backyard. He also dropped his blue lighter in my backyard, which I gave to the Officer, but they didn't do anything, it was just another disappointment and the guy got away. One of the Officer's went over to his single wide mobile home and asked him if he was in my back yard - Even though I was standing there telling them that he was in my back yard and I saw him - He said he wasn't and they believed him and they left. What do you do then?
Even when I got out, I didn't get away, everytime I turned around, there was someone lurking in the darkness and following me around.
What's strange is that, they kept driving around me, getting in front of my car and then spraying my windshield with something. I had to keep stopping at gas stations, to clean my windows off and of course, they would pull into the gas stations with me. They even had little camera's on their vehicles, sticking out a window and/or off of a bumper, with little lights on the end of them and other gadgets (sprayers, paint ball guns, lights, etc.) - Creapy-Road Rage Stockers. I have pictures of them doing that as well and nobody has ever taken the time to look at the pictures and/or any of my evidence.
With the Positive Toxicology Report, in my hand, after waiting desperately to obtain it and believing that I had the one thing that would turn this Case around, I was still told I was delusional, by Law Enforcement, Government Officials and even my own family. I was dismissed, ignored and left to die, by everyone I had always trusted and always believed in...That is more devistating than any other blow.
I had no place to go and didn't feel safe anywhere - especially not in San Luis Obispo.
"The Stocking"
First I headed north, up the Coast of California and ended-up in Carmel. I knew I was being followed, but I was exhausted and needed to find a place to spend the night. I found a little Motel off the freeway, that looked like it had plenty of rooms available, was private and felt kind of safe. I parked next to the Office and went inside. I was talking to the night attendant, that assured me it was safe, that there was always a manager on site and she would put me in a safe room. I was looking out the window, while she was checking me in, watching these trucks go back and forth, that I saw following me on the freeway and stocking me. I knew I couldn't go anywhere unchecked and would be followed and terrorized everywhere I went. I needed to get off the street, out of my car and into a safe place where I could get some rest for the night. When I woke-up the next morning, the motel was full and the trucks that were following me, were parked in the parking lot, right next to my car. I walked up towards the office to the breakfast room and got a bagel and some coffee. When I walked back to my room, I looked in the windows of the other rooms and noticed that the curtains were slightly cracked open and the rooms were all dark inside. It was creepy because I felt like there were eyes peering out of those windows and no faces attached to them. I went back to my room and contemplated - what to do next? I knew I wasn't safe out there and the security I had, at this particular Motel, would be short lived.
When I finally discovered, through my own Toxicology Tests, that I had been poisoned, I only weighed eighty nine (89) pounds. I was so weak and so ill, that it was impossible for me to defend myself. I couldn't walk, talk, articulate my thoughts or do anything on my own. He knew I couldn't fight back, so him and his thugs continued to escalate their terror and abuse. I was helpless, abandoned and alone.
I was unable to get out of my bed and was soaking wet (from night sweats). I felt like my body was shutting down and I didn't want to give up. I was thinking about my family and my son. I didn't want to see them get hurt and I all I could do was lay there sobbing uncontrollably.
Suddenly a bright light came shining through my bedroom door. I was mesmerized by the overwhelming feeling of Love and Light in my room, "Are you God?" I asked? I could feel his thoughts going through me and he could feel mine. I told him "I was scared, that I felt like I was going to die and it brought me great grief to have to leave my only son behind. His Father passed away when he was fifteen and he needs me Lord" I pleaded with him to let me stay. He stood there for a moment and just sort of looked at me, as if he was taking it all in, and then he said "I brought you something" and I said "What did you bring me?" He said "I brought you your wings, now you can fly" I looked up at him, with tear of joy (not sorrow), dripping down off my chin. With the blink of his eyes, I felt my wings, expanding from my shoulders and beautiful feathers stretching out, way beyond my bedroom. I could feel a strength and a force, in my wings and the power that God put into them. It was the most powerful, beautiful force I have ever experienced and I knew, from that moment on "the Force was with me." "You are protected in my feathers" was the last thing he said and he disappeared down the hall. At that very moment I was able to stand-up and get out.
I knew I was not going to be safe in own home, so I started getting my Court files and some other things together, that I knew I would need and was setting them on the floor next to my front door. I bent down to set a plastic file box, full of my Court documents, on the floor and all of the sudden something hit me on the top of my head. It instantly knocked me down on the ground and felt like I had been shot. I grabbed the top of my head, looked up at the ceiling and said "what the F _____ ?" I could not believe how bad it hurt, how it forced me to the ground and couldn't figure out what it was and/or where it came from. I got on a chair and looked up at the ceiling to see where it came from. There was a hole, right above my head, that looked like two (2) slits connected in a V shape and it looked like the slits were pushed outward, towards me, not inward towards the attic. I went out to my front porch to see if there was anyone out there and I saw these guys standing in the parking lot across the street, laughing and giving each other a high-fives. I was the only one that knew what they were celebrating and I knew my ex-husband was over there with them. I was reluctant to call Law Enforcement, but I thought that what happened was obvious and figured they would be able to see the holes in the ceiling. So I called them; they came out, looked at the holes in the ceiling, told me it looked like the holes were going into the attic and not out and they left. I know the holes came from the inside of the attic and I know someone was up there. It was just another devistating blow, because I knew the perpatrators could see the Officer's come and go and they just escalated everything more and more each time they left.
In fact I already knew that there was somebody up in my attic. Because I went to Home Depot a few weeks ealier and bought a couple of packs of bug bombs, so that the next time I heard somebody up there, I would throw them up into the attic and wait for the person to come out - knowing that they would be forced to come out. So one night I heard someone crawling around up there, when I was in bed, so I stayed real still and listened closely to make absolutely sure that I could hear them. I was 100% sure I could hear them, so I called my son and asked him to come over and help me. He was there withing five (5) minutes and I told him what was going on. He went inside with me and threw the bug bombs up in the attic and we went outside to wait. At least twenty (20) minutes went by and nothing, no one was coming out of there and I started thinking I was nuts and then all of the sudden I saw him - He came out of my back yard and was trying to hide up against my fence (on the side of my house). He looked down the street and saw me, sitting in my car, looking right at him. He started sliding sideways against the fence and heading towards my neighbors house. I immediately drove over to where he was and started following him. He had on a pair of blue overalls, with a white stripe going down the side of the pant leg and he ran into the mobile home behind the pink one that was right behind mine. It was my neighbor and I had already had my suspicions about both of my neighbors on that side (behind me), because my soon-to-be ex-husband knew the guy that lived behind me and used to by his building supplies from him, at Ace Hardward. I called Law Enforcement again and told them what I did and about the guy that came out of my backyard. He also dropped his blue lighter in my backyard, which I gave to the Officer, but they didn't do anything, it was just another disappointment and the guy got away. One of the Officer's went over to his single wide mobile home and asked him if he was in my back yard - Even though I was standing there telling them that he was in my back yard and I saw him - He said he wasn't and they believed him and they left. What do you do then?
Even when I got out, I didn't get away, everytime I turned around, there was someone lurking in the darkness and following me around.
What's strange is that, they kept driving around me, getting in front of my car and then spraying my windshield with something. I had to keep stopping at gas stations, to clean my windows off and of course, they would pull into the gas stations with me. They even had little camera's on their vehicles, sticking out a window and/or off of a bumper, with little lights on the end of them and other gadgets (sprayers, paint ball guns, lights, etc.) - Creapy-Road Rage Stockers. I have pictures of them doing that as well and nobody has ever taken the time to look at the pictures and/or any of my evidence.
Below are photos of the inside of my Storage Unit.
I was forced to remove my personal property from my residence. I moved all of my belongings into a storage unit, outside of the tight-knit community I lived in and stayed away from my residence. I did not feel safe there, I knew someone had been up in my attic and I felt as though someone was poisoning me and watching me. On the day I moved my belongings into my storage unit, the person renting the unit next to mine (connected) suddenly hired a moving Company and urgently moved out - the day I moved in. The new Tenant took over the unit (attached to mine) and I began to smell smoke and bug spray, seeping into my unit. I went to Home Depot and bought a mask to wear, while I was in my unit, but the spray was getting thicker and thicker and I couldn't see. I started taking pictures of where the fumes, smoke and this sticky/stinky stuff was coming from. The pictures are below. I contacted management and sent copies of the photographs to them - they asked me when I was moving out? Does anyone know what the little glass ball is for and the metal loops with the lights coming out? I have been unable to go into my storage unit, due to the spray.