Radio Frequencies?

These recordings start at 1:05 a.m. this morning. I am laying down in my room, but they won’t let me sleep. They are heavy with the set-ups. The first one is of a male trying to tell me something while Lexie repeats what he is saying. “It’s workbench Danielle.” That’s how they coordinate their frequencies. “Not really, he was being a smart ass.” Andrew says, not sure if that came from me or him originally.

5:27 a.m. They’re setting me up and acting all entitled while they do it. Like self-righteous, like they have every right to do this. It’s been 7 years. Like they can just do whatever they want to me and my family and they are going to get away with it. They are setting me up. They are hypnotizing me. They are talking shit. “You like the smell of shit” they say. Crackers calling the shots, he and Leann, Amanda and Lexie of course. They have everyone on their side so they are feeling untouchable. They turn the volume down because I am recording. Now I hear high pitched feedback. Now they want to talk about my son. “It’s not good enough” a male is saying. “Why not?” What they’re doing to me and have already done is not good enough. Next. They say my sons name. If I think anything about anyone or anything in any direction, whether it has anything to do with anything or not, they will repeat it if it works for them. I hate them so much and I have to live with them everyday. I have to play like everything is ok.

“Rachel said it for Joe” referring to hearing my son scream when Cracker pulled, “squeezed”, they correct me, his fingers back. I know this is hard to follow but this goes on every minute of the damn day. That’s how many people are involved in this.

They are setting me up. I am asking them what they need from me to get the hell out of my life. “You’re still breathing”.