Radio Frequencies?

5:44 p.m. 5.09.23

Someone gets worried when I see the gun on the table and start to think the word gun and click off like there’s not supposed to be any use of the word gun right now and I go to look in my freezer and it’s dirty and someone goes Rachel I’m so glad you’re my wife and Jeff is like ah Rachel I hear more than you think I do. That was basically some type of threat or code for something else. Now they are giving me that insincere smile and Leanne or whoever is giving me that look blaming me. Now they are saying my sons name and just a minute ago Lexie had the police on the line, and she wanted to throw him under the bus. “Yes, she did.” “Take it from Rachel, she said it.” And then they said, “Chamas not going to do anything remind him of his teeth.” Now Andrew is like “Please stay involved.” “I already warned you.” “I know you said I was dead on arrival.” Now they’re saying my sons name again. “I don’t like her knowing our business.” Now they’re telling Amanda that I’ve got a nose itch from my kratom tea. (So that she can block it. No relief. As they like to say.)

(Present time 6:25 p.m. “Can you tell her something?” “It really is f*cked up.” They are lying to everyone and setting me up with everyone. But if anyone truly gave a damn about me or the situation at all they would be fighting harder to find out what the hell is really going on here. Amanda M is saying “That is true, but..” “at this time” they say because someone else is known to use those words.)

Y’all are worried about the wrong things. “Tell Rachel something, pissing me off.” Cops are about to really be involved. Now they are really blaming me, Leanne. Oh, hell no don’t even look at me. Someone’s on the line that they are doing this for. They are hypnotizing me. “What are you worried about?” A female asks. “Exactly.” “I’m not guilty.” “Not quite there.” They have someone on the line they are threatening him. From three to four my time. When I was at the consignment shop earlier. My time, I’m on Eastern they’re on Central. Don’t care, don’t talk about him. Don’t talk about Matt’s place. Hell, no don’t even try to do that, trying to make me feel sorry for people. I will never feel sorry for these people. They are hypnotizing me and putting on a show for their friends. Marco. They are throwing his name out there now. Right Lexie. I’ve already been to the police and I will go again and again. Let me guess who that is. Don’t talk about my son. Don’t talk to me. Why are y’all even here?