13 years of sobriety as of today. I don’t have any friends. Nobody cares about me. I don’t have any plans to celebrate, but it is a commemorate day worth marking on the calendar. Next year will be 14. For my birthday I took myself out to breakfast, but today the only plan is more work. Besides lacking a social life, my dreams are stifled by debt that gets in the way of funding anything on my wishlist. I should make an actual wishlist. My mood is overall good, all things considered, but I’ve been isolated for way too long. Way too long since I’ve held a woman or had anyone to give me a hug when I’ve needed, and at the same time the eavesdropping and reflective harassment outside of my house has not stopped. Things have been better than they were as of late, but there are still so many unresolved issues and so much damage has been done.

The enemy is the Jehovah’s Witnesses. They have deprived me of more than any other group of people, without my consent, and my landlord and his family have deprived me of more than any other individuals in my entire life. After spending three years alone just trying to get information I have a legal right to regarding the water and the billing, not only do the fraudulent bills keep coming but he actually lied to a judge to keep from having to pay a lien I had on the property for over 3 thousand dollars. And as far as I’m concerned, that constitutes theft – which, according to the Bible means he should have to repay times 10. I have every reason to believe he’s been involved with my family, too, and they have refused to inform me of any property transactions or even if I have a child, while at the same time they’ve literally framed me for serious crimes and slander me any chance they get… then, it’s 100% plausible deniability, business as usual with the utmost of disrespect. They have deprived me of inheritance, even going back to my grandparents, and at least two pieces of land. I have been harassed with vomit, shit, urine, bloody rags, had an infestation of ants left by my house, maybe some poison at a different time, and the landlord has lost his temper and yelled at me on more than one occasion, shaking his finger st me and telling me that he IS the law here and that I have to be obedient, then he denies it, refuses mediation, refuses to respond in writing, just circles around and retaliates when I complain to the authorities (who have done nothing to uphold the laws that are in place to protect residents, not just landlords) – I have witnessed my landlord cut into the bottom of a power meter to run electricity unmetered, intentionally short circuit a unit trying to blow their television, he’s run air up the sewer to backup the toilet, and let air out of tires on several occasions, and he grins ear to ear if I get upset about anything. He believes that I have to earn his respect, so much so that he refuses me my legal right to due process (and several other legal rights) and he has deprived me in any way he can get away with for as long as I’ve been in this town, almost 18 years. He’s also a youth pastor. I think he’s the most evil man I’ve ever met, vindictive, backbiting, deceiving, vein, and greedy. While depriving me of a few thousand dollars I was awarded by the courts, he sinks 10 thousand dollars at a time into houses for his family and members of his congregation. His wife and son work in some capacity for DHS and mental health – corruption is the only word I can think of when I consider the problems on the street that these people enable to maintain power in their religious organization. The Jehovah’s Witnesses are a Jesus Cult, power hungry and hellbent on control.

And I maintain my sovereignty by God, despite all adversity, and continue to succeed. I am way behind on my goals financially, and there is more than an unpaid lien to blame. The DoorDash deactivation (which I’ll cover more when I update the legal section) and the social attacks with places like Bodhi or Benchwarmers have been costly. I’ve lost a lot of business making deliveries and I get paid much less than I should. It’s also cost me socially. I’ve been made unwelcome in every social venue there is in my part of town. My entire social life is now just work, but although there is plenty of flirting along the way – and this town has a lot of sexy women – it’s still work, and I’m mission minded making deliveries. And beyond money and bills, I’m still upset about my father’s death and why everyone would gang up on me to deprive me, even cheating him, and why nobody in law enforcement has honored my rights or his wishes. I am owed my father’s guns and camera equipment that was promised to me, as well as paintins and memoirs. I don’t understand why no one has been willing to even inform me of how and when he died, why my mother was in Mexico (or at a known drug house here on the property for that matter), and I thought that after last year when all the legal letters were released that things would be different for the holidays. But I got left out again. I believe my aunt, my mother’s sister, who has been aligned with Jehovah’s Witnesses since I was a kid has taken inheritance that would be from my grandfather on my father’s side and a friend of his, along with his money and property – she has always had a sibling rivalry with my mother and would take things that should be for me to give to her wons, and she’s been the source of fear mongering with my mother… but on that note, I’m aware of one holiday season my mother and I were both trying to get in touch with each other through law enforcement and we were getting denied because of DHS – there is still no explanation for this.

To put things in perspective, I thought this last Christmas would be different, but I guess the family went on a drinking and gambling binge on a casino boat in Arizona, still no explanation about the yellow kayak from a past year – and as of today I’ve been sober for 13 years. I don’t have any close friends or family, and what I may have had has been blocked by an evil cult that depends on dysfunctional relationships and the exploition of children. Nevermind rights. What should I call this holiday? This year it doesn’t matter. I’ll keep pursuing justice. I am way behind on many goals but I’m still succeeding. Many things will come to fruition this year and I think it’s inevitable that some truths will come to light that will benefit me, even if some people won’t like it very much. All I have asked for is information, not including inheritance and the money stolen through fraudulent water bills, and it is clear that I’m owed. All in good time. I will collect.