Radio Frequencies?

10:08 a.m. 12.30.22

I decided to keep my recorder with me last night so that I could try to document at least some of what I am hearing. The first one takes place at 2:25 a.m. 12.30.22 in my room. I am hearing them off the oscillating fan and seeing them in my mind’s eye. I am lying in bed trying to remind my son if he’s listening, not to apologize to these people & not to explain himself. Don’t tell them a damn thing. They aren’t worth it. It’s never done us any good and they don’t give a shit. They are just going to use it against you. Don’t ever feel bad for them. (As I am writing that last part, Amanda Ms ears perk up. She waits and then records/repeats “Don’t ever feel bad for them” so I am guessing she is telling someone else the same thing about me. “And your son.” A female says.) Don’t ever, ever, ever explain yourself. They don’t give a shi*. I hate that. I am getting the impression that I should take my own advice, but the same rules don’t apply to me as everyone else because all they do is attack me, make me explain myself, question me and if I don’t then I am hiding this or whatever. It’s bullsh**. It’s been 7 years. I don’t have the ability to shut my mouth and walk away. Tell them to go fuck themselves, which is what I am trying to tell him to do. Now they’re hypnotizing me. They have Scott on the line, Joe on the line, seems like Rachel, Shelby, Leann, I don’t know, still quite a few people. (I am only a minute and a half into this recording.) All the usual suspects of course. “Shannon loves her so much” I repeat. I don’t want to be a part of it. I will just ignore them, but I can’t. Even when I think I am still participating. They are hypnotizing me right now. “What do you feel guilty for?” Now they are speeding up my heart. Giving me a headache in the left temple. Toothaches. Full bladder. Sneeze in the left nostril. Making me flabbier. I think they’ve got their friends here so. They are trying to get me to talk crap about my other son because they don’t have anything on him. They are working on that every day.

I’m going to skip forward some. It was 6:10 a.m. and they had just woken me up again. Leann’s son was on the line. I could see him remotely. I know it was him. He started going off saying things that I couldn’t hear but Joe could. Something about baseball bats. “Remember” they are saying. “That’s what I told him.” “That’s when it was about her, she deserves it.” Jeff is acting like he is proud of himself right now. Same with Cracker. Anyways, Joe asked why he was going after my son. They were pretending to have my son on the line. I love you and I am so sorry. Joe told Matt Greta that he lied to him. Grant, John and Chris Sch and Boogie are still going after my son which means they have Jeffs support. Someone is saying “tell your son to come sit next to me” Cracker, I think. This is how we’ll play it off to some people. Boogie got mad and then he started talking crap about my son as well. They couldn’t care less about his involvement they’re just saying that. So anyways, something happened to my son again. Chris Sch got worried when he thought that Matt Greta was still on the line listening. Leann was setting my son up in the room. Cracker is on the line. They are hypnotizing me to be a frustrated child abuser. They do it every single night. A male stuck up for my son and when I thanked him, he was like “if you knew what they were doing to…” then I walk outside and I hear three females saying that Joe had just fu**ed them up and he said did you see my sons face. So, then I get worried. What happened to his face? They won’t tell me what’s really going on. They have already set me up big time with several players. These people have the wrong idea. They are saying my son was crying and that was what it was, but I think they did something to him.