"Something's Up" In America's Big Berg
Selected Poems from The Alaska Mystery Collection
and The Tree Series
by Paula Marie Rose
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Copyright 2008 Paula Marie Rose
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Disclaimer and Mission Statement
(a.k.a "Ass Coverage")
April 14, 2008
This site contains as much true, and facts based information, as I can get my hands on. Many of the Emails which appear on this site are written by family members and others who I thought I knew well, and I have omitted their email addresses to limit any unsolicited correspondence. Their words are their own, and I am not responsible for the statements, facts, or people that they have chosen to write about, or to mention; whether or not the contents of their emails are true or false. I have included the emails of others so that perhaps it will be helpful information for Law Enforcement officials as they get started on the Roundup. Details are sketchy as to who that might be; I would like to believe that Truth and Justice will prevail. GOD, are you listening?
I have chosen to not change the names, as much of this material is from the content of my personal email boxes, and forms a part of my Autobiography; I am free to include their words, and other person specific content which they addressed to me. It's true what our Mothers' said: "Never write anything that you wouldn't want to appear in the newspaper." For once, my Mother and I have agreed on something.
Why did, and do, I continue to correspond and to have interactions with my family after they have produced such outrageous outbursts of stunning lies, ridiculous rants, and coercive cons? Because until the correct side of the law figures out "Who is hiding what," and some of those who saw the massive productions and set ups first hand come forward, it's my story and experiences against everyone who sings another tune, in unison. In the meantime; I will be a one woman relay station to the world, and am happy to answer any questions that might arise, or suggest who might have the answer. So many seem to have much to explain; I don't have all of the questions, or most of the answers.
I do expect that anonymous sources and volunteers will be providing hints, tips, and reviving some old rumors, once word gets around. The Trolls were tiptoeing, the Gremlins were grubbing, and many Elves were eavesdropping; before and after I was born. I might not be able to provide proof of old stories and rumors, but there are still plenty of folks alive who can; once the right questions are asked. Because to this day, it is very clear by the words and actions of those in just this story, that many folks are diligently working to cover something up; it could be even uglier than I first thought, given the expanded number of players on the field. And it clearly isn't some dreamed up nightmare of mine.
Or, as my Dad used to say to me, when I recalled something happening one way, and he and others said that the same event was something completely different: "Is that right, Paula? You say X happened, but here's Him, Her, She, He, Them, and Me who will all swear it was this way!! So you're right, and the Whole World is Wrong?"
Yes, that's true; I was correct about what I saw, or what was said, but I was one small child against many, and adults wouldn't lie; right? My Dad and I don't see many things eye to eye; especially now. See a few of the emails between him and I in the Emails section.
In whose hand is that Smoking Gun? Wait until you read my story entitled "Run, Tara, Run." Which, coincidentally, was a phrase mentioned by me during the Q and A session in June 2007. Imagine my surprise to see that exact phrase painted on the back of a vehicle as I was driving west on the 101 in July of 2007. It was a busy afternoon on the 101, and I know that many others saw it also. I no longer believe in coincidences. Theories? Conjecture? What say you?
It could be a many more months before I have time to write that book; I'm sure that there are many who would rather I didn't. I will probably have to state it as being a work of fiction; as I don't know where Tara is.
Note: The "interview" which took place in June of 2007 has never been mentioned by me to those who were physically present with me during it; nor had I ever mentioned it prior to sending a reference to it to an email to Mark on March 26, 2008.
Shor Nuf. Truth is stranger than fiction. The following paragraphs and selected excerpts will lead the more inquisitive and intelligent to engage in some head scratching, and connecting of the dots.
As you read through the various emails and other content of this site, you might find yourself hearing the old saying of "You never really know someone" or "Anyone can be bought." One expression which came to mind was used by my Dad more than once throughout my childhood; "It's your ass, or mine." The context varied, but the message remained the same. "Self Preservation" was another favorite of his, and while I attribute those quotations to him in my frame of reference; it is highly possible that he might not recall saying them. Currently, he has elected to not explain various statements that he made to me as recently as November 2007, or to answer specific questions that I have asked in email exchanges.
Many family members, and former friends have also used the same non responsive or deflection techniques to questions I have asked; herd behavior can be a considered a Tell, and is noteworthy. As your eyebrows snap up at this stunning maze of concocted, and seemingly at times, coercive crap, you shall draw your own conclusions.
Because most people, and especially my family members, usually can't get their words and opinions out fast enough, and I can't recall my family members agreeing unanimously on Anything, Ever.
That's right; just like in your family! I see heads nodding on that one.
The one exception might have been reaching consensus after a particularly good meal, but in true family form, someone would have bitched about at least one side dish.
A deafening silence by a large number is a dead giveaway.
Offhand, I'd say most of us wouldn't push the panic button, and file an MP report on a family member, unless there were evidence of foul play.
I did experience an unusual amount of computer system failures, email glitches, and telephone service interruption during some, or perhaps most, of the time that several people allege that I was "missing." As of this writing, none of them have provided me with the exact dates, other than some vague verbal statements about it being sometime in July, which coincided (how CONvenient) with Anna's cruise vacation to Juneau, AK.
Choosing to not have telecom contact with others for a few days, or even weeks, is not a criminal offense, and not unusual behavior. There have been periods when various family members have not had contact with each other for years! I always know where I am, and don't care where most of them are. I can find them, if I want to.
From what I've read or heard, in the cases where many people who have "gone missing" or who are victims of violent crimes; the perpetrator is usually a family member, or someone known to the victim. If I ever do go "missing," such an event should be viewed as my being "taken," and those I know should be interviewed; based on statistics.
Matter of fact, during 2008 to date, I haven't spoken to my brother Mark, my sister Anna, or my parents, and it's been years since I've spoken to my brother Jay. None of us seem to have much to say to each other lately. You will be able to read for yourself in another area of this site the one or two emails from Anna and Mark that I have received in 2008. Gail sends an email once in a while, and I believe we've had a phone conversation or two this year so far.
Sound the alarm!! Where is everyone?? Call out the CIA! Oh, they already know? Privacy: It's a Fantasy...
Gosh, that doesn't sound right! After such a resounding chorus of "We love and care about you, please get some help, we are here for you" email series that they participated in. Without their ever describing in detail, or answering questions about, what scenarios or events occurred which precipitated their concern. And do tell, how can someone who is literally thousands of miles away, know what another is doing? There was a little "dead giveaway" in something that one of them wrote; which only someone who was physically observing me here in L.A. would have known. Hey, maybe there is something to that Remote Viewing stuff I've heard about!!
It's been about ten months since they all joined in the "you need help" singalong. Presented here, for your neutral ears to hear, is the
last verbal exchange of "you are unwell" on Christmas Eve 2007. This recording features the caroled chorus of coercive crap, and are the voices of Anna and Eric. *Audio file of that recording, Click here.*
Happy Holidays! It's nice to know that some of my family members, as self proclaimed members of the professional medical community; can collectively misdiagnose someone who never made an appointment with them. What a moneysaver! considering that I have joined the ranks of the uninsured Americans.
The tone was set the night before, with Anna the hostess, repeatedly interrupting a private conversation between my daughter, Claire and I; which resulted in her asking me to leave her house, and I responded with a firm, yet collected, "Up Yours." I graciously departed to the temporary guest quarters down the road in their former office space and enjoyed a good night's sleep.
No need for a day by day account, you have the idea. Valerie prepared a lovely Christmas Day dinner, and we kept up a veiled facade of pleasantries when the guests arrived.
None were surprised with I hugged my daughters goodbye on December 27, announced that I leaving the Keys to head for Jacksonville, and to continue my Whistleblowing mission. Spending New Year's Eve alone was looking like a Godsend after that Family Fest.
The few details which were listed by them were questionable; being as I was in Los Angeles, CA, and they were in North Carolina, Alaska, and Florida, respectively; when I was apparently "missing" in July of 2007. I'll bet our military would be keenly interested in acquiring some of that long distance vision equipment. I don't know of any human with vision which can "sight in" distances exceeding thousands of miles, unaided. Readers??
I tend to wait until I have a problem that I can't solve on my own before seeking the advice of others. Probably works about the same for you. Reality check--so far, so good.
Do be certain to listen to the audio file of the voice message left on my phone by my sister Anna, who is a former Alaska State Trooper (click in this line to play). The content of the message refers to an alleged Missing Persons Report which she has repeatedly stated that she filed on me in July of 2007, but that she doesn't have a copy of, nor can she recall the exact city or Police Department in which she filed it. Being as I was never "missing," I was amazed to hear many others say they either saw, or contributed information to this alleged report.
It's a Red Flag for most people when a former Alaska State Trooper claims to have filed, but can't recall where, a Missing Persons report on her own sister; especially one who was never missing, and who was having daily eye contact with uniformed Police Officers from various departments in the Los Angeles area. I'll bet many of them would be more than a bit surprised to learn that they were to be looking for me, instead of looking at me as we passed each other on the streets and roadways. A subtle, but important difference.
And I'm more than certain that my vehicle license plate was seen and noted by many of them, but not one stopped to inquire if I might be "missing" or "lost." Why would they? Our Police Officers have important duties, and it was clear to them that I wasn't doing anything illegal, nor was I "missing."
Months later, Mark stated that it was Jewel, my landlady at that time, who told "them" that I was missing. Shannon stated that Jewel also filed an MP report on me, which is part of her email dated November 8, 2007. (Click here for his email with that claim.) (See Shannon's in the Emails To / From Shannon,) with selected segments in blue and quotations below, with my comments.) That one landed in the "It don't add up" pile, as Jewel never asked me if I were "missing," never mentioned an MP report, was very much aware that I traveled frequently, and accepted the rent check that I handed to her on either July 31, 2007 or August 1, 2007, which is the date of the check. I usually paid her in advance of the due date, and more than once, a week or more in advance. The amount of $710 is different than the $695 listed in the rental agreement, because at one point, she emailed the three of us renting rooms from her, and asked if we could pay a little more, as utilities were increasing. I always complied with her request, and she was pleased to receive the few extra dollars.
I see some inconsistencies here. And on something so important as an MP report, one would think that the folks who were so concerned about me would get the story straight, produce the report as filed, and clarify the dates. And it is noteworthy that several unrelated people claim that I was missing, yet none of them have produced the filed report, and conflicting facts abound.
Eric, my FLS #2, verbally stated to me in Juneau, in September of 2007, that he "saw the report, but didn't have a copy." In December of 2007 in the Florida Keys, he revised that statement to "I saw her (Anna) on the phone in my office talking to the Police."
Is that right? How can that be? I thought that he was out town (Juneau) during Anna's stopover. On his way back from picking up his new ride, and vacationing with our daughter Claire, down in the state of Washington. I'll let the law double check that cruise ship schedule, and his leave slips. Of course, I could be wrong; or perhaps the vacation dates I received originally were changed. So many things seemed to have.
He was in on the "Get Some Help" Round Robin emails you'll see listed in that section.
Do have a look at Shannon's email to me on November 8, 2007 where in her own words she states:
"We will never know if you were traveling, were in an
alcohol rehab facility, were holed up in your bedroom
or any other conclusion we could jump to."
Jewel did have a key to the locking doorknob, as per the rental agreement, and the lock and doorknob were the original issue, as installed and in place when I moved in.
If Jewel notified my family and friends (although she never mentioned doing so to me) that I was missing; why would they all wonder if I were "holed up in" my bedroom in Jewel's house?
For the record: I was a "Sauce Queen" in a family which is known for "knocking 'em back" but chose to "plug the jug, and pass the crown" probably sometime prior to mid July, 2007, but I didn't write down the exact date. I may choose to have alcohol again, but I'll leave the wearing of the crown for another to display.
"Anna (having previous experience
Well, it is worth saying that, as a former Alaska State Trooper, Anna may very well have issued or handled one or more MP reports during her career. She voluntarily resigned from AST many years ago, after several years of armed service and a satisfactory career. Struck me as a mite odd that she had such a memory lapse about when, where, and with whom she filed the one on me. Audio file of the Voice Mail message which she left in my phone mailbox on November 10, 2007, of her lack of recall about the report is available above.
The people that Shannon wrote of Val/Anna/Gail/Eric speaking to about me have never mentioned such conversations to me, to date. I have seen Lian, Steve, and Others (but not sure who Shannon was referring to) since all of this came to light, and just received a personal email back from Jerry the other day. Not one of them has ever asked me if I were "Missing," nor have they ever indicated that I was behaving strangely toward them before or after the July time frame of this alleged MP report, nor at any time in our relationships.
"I know Anna was in Juneau (on her cruise) and was with
Beth when she was talking to the PD, so I'm sure Beth
can confirm these events for you as my word is so
"You, being the MP, are entitled to your very own copy
of the MP report, just contact the Tarzana PD for it.
Val contacted a number of PDs trying to get the right
Shannon stated that Beth and Anna were together while Anna was talking to "the PD" but it is not clear which PD (I assume she means a police department.) Nor does she state if it was a phone or in person conversation between Anna and the PD, with Beth either participating, or perhaps just standing around.
I did send an email to Beth on December 17, 2007 and another on January 1, 2008 asking her about this alleged MP report which was filed on me; as others have stated verbally and Shannon did in writing, that Beth was aware of such a report being filed. Click here for the Emails I wrote to Beth about this. As of April 28, I have not yet received a reply from Beth on this topic. Which seems odd, being as we did have a few other email exchanges during the late summer months of 2007, and spoke on the phone when I was in FL for Anna's birthday in September.
I don't know about you, but if one or more persons said that I knew of something as important as a MP report, especially when the MP says they were not missing; I'd make it a point to clarify my knowledge of it, and get a copy for the individual, AND myself. Even if I had no prior knowledge of said report.
Shannon stated that the Tarzana PD (which I assume is located in Tarzana, CA; in the Los Angeles vicinity) has a copy of this MP report filed on me. I have not contacted the Tarzana Police Department, because I do not believe in wasting the valuable time of Police Officers by having them search for something that may not, and should not, have ever existed. They saw me, and I saw them; daily, or regularly, while I was living in or near their jurisdiction. Same as any other day, in any part of L.A., when I pass by any uniformed Police Officer.
Valerie never mentioned contacting PD's to me, and jurisdiction wouldn't have been a question. She probably would have thought to ask Shannon for my physical address, being as Shannon and I had been best friends since I was 14 years old. Shannon knew exactly where I lived, as she had spent a few nights at Jewel's house in my bed, as my guest, with me (no, neither of us are Lesbians; it was share, or be on the tile floor) before and after we traveled to Australia together in January/February of 2007. Shannon had my address, and had physically visited Jewel's home, met her personally, spent 3 or 4 nights total there, had spoken with her, and left a Thank You gift for her on the table; prior to my taking her to the airport in early February of 2007 for her return trip to Alaska.
Gail claimed verbally during her August 23, 2007 visit that she had used her Psychic skills to "tune into" the ether and had received a name of an LAPD officer who she contacted to zero in on my physical address; when it was suspected that I might be "Missing" sometime in July of 2007. Apparently, she took note of my address, so that she could print driving directions to Jewel's house for her unannounced, three day visit with me on August 23, 2007.
RIght off the bat; the scent of Dead Fish was engulfing the room. The Dead Giveaway is that Gail is known in our family to The Biggest Cheapskate, hands down. She's never spent a dime she didn't have to; starting back when we were kids. Perhaps her "FruGailness" could be listed as The One Thing that my family agrees on, but we do have a relative who is also known to be extremely "close to the leather" so there would most likely be at least a 60 / 40 split.
I know Gail, and her lifelong spending habits. They've been the same since the first penny found its way into her purse, and it's probably still there! Interview anyone who has ever known her, and run this scenario by them: "How likely is it for Gail to take unpaid leave, use her own mileage for a "just because" trip, AND even spring for a rental car, to visit Paula?"
And when the peals of laughter and Say What?'s have subsided; you'll have your answer. As a matter of fact, when she visited me in 2004; I paid for her ticket, drove her to and from the airport, she stayed with me, and we used my car.As I put the final touches on the posters late that morning of August 23, 2007; the landlady, Jewel, must have answered the front door and she announced in the hallway "Your sister Gail is here."
Clinched the "Something Stinks" for me, the moment I heard her cheerful "May I come in?," as she stood on the other side of my bedroom door.
She literally danced with excitement in my room over her "Psychic Hit" of the Officer's name who she claims she then contacted, to "find" me. She then verbally stated their name to me as we stood in my room on that day, but I can't recall what it was. I was so astonished by the amazing amount of BS which was flowing from her lips, that I wasn't smart enough to remember to write down such specific details for later use.
Fast forward to April 17, 2008 and today, April 18, 2008, where I have requested she provide me with the name of the LAPD officer whom she "channeled" or through other supernatural means, received. As expected, her recall is CONveniently limited. Click here for the link to those Emails.
If any of you readers want to scout up a copy of that alleged report and email it to me; I'll include it. Perhaps it will provide a few clues, and I'd be keen to know which Officer "found" me, (according to Gail's letter (linked through this page below) so that I can interview them as to the particulars of that mysterious "finding."
If someone will provide some specific dates as to this alleged period of time when I was "Missing," I can probably give a rough guesstimate as to my location on most dates; should it become important. Shouldn't need to, as any criminal activity surrounding this whopping mystery wasn't generated by me; more than a few others do appear to be been involved in some suspicious activities. I don't normally keep track of my whereabouts; although Shor Nuf do be sounding like others might be.
from my sister Gail, which she left with me as she departed from an uninvited 3 day visit beginning August 23, 2007. For the record, Gail has no formal medical background, no CNA, RN, or MD licensing or training; although she might have an old CPR card laying around. She does practice a form of healing called Quantum Touch Healing, and claims to be somewhat Psychic.
You will note, however; that she had somehow concluded from the other side of the country, and without the benefit of modern telecom devices, and without my ever saying or writing about such episodes; that I must be "experiencing Menopause," or "suffering from a nervous breakdown" etc. That would be a fascinating ability to be so "tuned in" to someone, especially from a distance, and I've heard that there are such 'links' in families; not ours. Being as none of those conditions were experienced by, or mentioned as an interruption in my life by me; I do wonder where she 'pulled that vibe' from? I did have a bout of major PMS and have a headcold while she was visiting, but I think it's safe that we can call her "insights" a clear psychic "miss." Can I get a prescript for Vicodin with that, Dr. Gail? I seem to have a pain in my ass. And when did you add the M.D. after your name?
I was, and continue to be, in excellent physical and mental health.
After spewing multiple lines and pages of complete BS; she wrote a separate note to ask me to provide her with some photos I had taken during one of our scenic drives in the "DICKED Mobile" which was my souped up Toyota Corolla that I decorated with posters and vibrators for her visit. How Psychic is that? Talk about timing!! She arrived just in time to assist with the decorating. Those who interviewed me in June 2007, know exactly how I knew and how carefully timed her arrival was. But I'm not blessed with Psychic Abilities such as Precognition, or am I? I took an online card test recently, and got a complete Zero Hits score. Think I'll stick with reading my horoscope daily online.
Let's see a show of hands from those of you who saw us cruising down the 101 through the SFV last August in the "DICKED Mobile." Thousands of you; I made certain of it by putting on the miles. Heads were turning at record rates in the normally jaded city of L.A. where many think that they have "seen it all." Nice to know that I am an Original, and in a class by myself. And how many of you saw me with my umbrella decorated with posters of "God's Coming, Look Busy" on Ventura Blvd. one evening last summer? It was fun, and I appreciated your smiles and waves.
Crazy? Nah. Entertaining? You bet. This is L.A., after all.
Author's Note: I had intended to fictionalize most of my story into a "novel" but frankly, it's too good not to share it as the true story that it is. Here's a slightly modified version of one incident, which appears in other emails you will read on this site where I asked other family members about this visit by Gail.
Gail is most likely not a KGB agent, as they'd need to be desperate to hire her, but let's just say she wasn't working alone on this particular gig. And if she and all the others you read about on this site are acting on behalf of the US government (as rumored, and suggested by many) no wonder our country is in such a state of "disarray." If my family and former friends, and countless other amateurs I've encountered in my life and travels over the last few years are the best they've got to work their set ups; then the TV and movies must be wrong.
Don't we have good looking men and women who can perform incredible feats of physical and mental prowess to play the Cat and Mouse spy game? What a disappointment!! I feel rooked, and mislead by the entertainment industry. I see a true and pressing need for many to sign up for my classes in "Know Your Adversary" and "Don't Blow Your Own Cover!"
Gail, aka "Natasha" of the KGB? jet sets on a moments notice (using her own mileage no less! arrives in L.A., August 23, rents a car (c'est impossible!! elle une Cheapskate!! because sister Paula, aka "Emma" has been MIA (according to "sources") for weeks. A ridiculous ploy by the team of "mercenaries" , as Paula has been seen daily in said house and 'hood by numerous people, including the police, and personally handed Jewel the rent check on July 31, 2007 (or the first of August.) Author's note: Check # 1173, dated August 1, 2007 for $710 was cleared through my account on August 6, 2007. Just like the Feds do on FOIA documents, I've marked out the really good stuff, as I still use that account. Click here for pix.)
It stinks like a set up from the get go, as Tash has not been invited by anyone, and the landlord Jewel aka "Jade" claims no prior knowledge of the covert "Trip to Tarzana" by Natasha, (double agent for KBG and ??), yet allows her in, and the pair of them chum it right up. Jewel states in perfect astonishment how much alike the voices of Gail and Paula sound, and silently applaudes the fact of how easy it will be to dub the voices over spliced video, featuring the private, or less than glamorous moments of pj's with bed head, filmed of Paula during the months she lived there. What a money maker that will be!!
Laurence ??, a noted photographer of fetish of all kinds, has arrived the day before, and charms Gail with hours of stories and sharing of photographs of his selected works and personal fetish favorites. "Natasha" eagerly reviews some new clothing styles, and picks up a few tricks to perform for the new man she has recently lassoed, aptly named Sharkey, a.k.a "Fin Grin."
Meanwhile, the cameras are rolling and the audio is picking up every sound which is being transmitted back to HQ via satellite. At the empty house next door, the crew tiptoes in for a peek at the action, and to change the tapes, as the Paula and Gail get dressed for a drive in the "DICKED Mobile" an ordinary Toyota Corolla souped up with posters and vibrators for the occasion. Gail carefully wraps a piece of black pantyhose around the largest vibe, as a toast to her last lover, a black man named Jevon, a.k.a "Big John." (click for pix)
(Hey, it should have been on "Pimp My Ride" I missed another photo op...)
Another party enters the bathroom, settles on the seat for a productive crap, and mutters a muffled curse, as they had forgotten to lock the door which deactivates the hidden camera in the toilet. No Shit!! HQ has promised to edit any accidental footage, but everyone knows the score. More is more.
Meanwhile, back at the "Family Ranch" in Cowtown, OR; Mom and Dad (still unnamed characters) breathlessly "tune in" via satellite to see all the action being filmed from the hidden camera in the lamp and wall. In the Florida Keys, message are being relayed from HQ, and the beamed back to ........
At the end of the first night, they share Emma's queen sized bed, giving a whole new twist to the term "Sleeping with the Enemy."
To be continued...
Wow! She was so concerned, according to her written gibberish on the attached pages, that I might be experiencing a "bad spell" or whatever twist of term she cared to use, but thought it was a fine time to ask for some photos taken out at a park which was rumored to be a former TV production set, to share with her friend Nelson. He's a wanna be movie maker back on the east coast. Maybe he would get some production ideas of his own, from my photos???
Here are 2 photos of Gail and the crew of men we saw one day during her August 2007 visit, out at Paramount Ranch, while they were having a singalong. Imagine my surprise to see printed on the back of the shirt of one of the men a phrase which is part of my story "Run, Tara, Run" and I had mentioned during the June 2007 interview! I thought I had a photo of his rear view, but can't locate it. Anybody know who these men are? I have a few questions for them, that I'm sure they would be able to answer. The phrase was "Stop or you'll go blind." Not something one hears every day. Photo # 1 and
We women do excel at multitasking! Gail is a firm believer in "Let no opportunity pass." She tends to regard such convenient or coincidental timings as "The Universe is Speaking!" and uses such cues to guide her life, wants, and needs. Being a bit more on the practical side, I view such wand waving ways of thinking as putting a little too much weight into the endless ether, and suggest that tact and discretion are much more useful in everyday life. Some folks might see that crass by-the-way statement of hers to be a little self serving; show of hands? I wonder what she says to people who are truly in need of medical attention?? I think such a casual request verifies that she also was aware that I was in fine form, and certainly not in need of any medical services.
Especially interesting is her line of: "You were silent about the Police looking for you and finding you." " Silent? I was Speechless! Which for me, is saying much. Her statement certainly was News to me, and I'll bet any L.A. area Police Officer would have been equally surprised to learn that they were to be on the alert to seek me out, and might wonder which of them allegedly "found" me. Being as I was seen daily on the streets of L.A., walking in my neighborhood in Tarzana, and in LAX by virtually thousands of people, as I was enjoying daily life and conducting research; "Something" appears to be afoot.
Equally humorous was the line of "We want you back on track to Prosperity!" Now "That's Rich!" as the saying goes, coming from someone who, by her own lips, said she had "about $5,000 in credit card bills, about $900 in savings, a new car loan, and a mortgage" on a house, and "no retirement savings, or retirement plans; other than to retire as soon as possible." And notably, she added that she was looking into getting a refi on her mortgage, on just her income. At another family gathering in the Keys in September, she proudly announced that the refi had gone through, and she was now the sole debtor on the note. Amazing, as her debt to loan ratio is off the charts for lenders I know of. But if a lender wants to lend, that's why they are in the biz. This Hip National of mine is staying snapped shut when it comes to passing out the cash to any family members; clearly, there is at least one bank that has lower standards than I do. My finances are in the same pristine condition that they have been for a decade or two, and any incurred debt has a compensating balance in another slice of my financial pie.
Anything can be created, or generated to suit. The largest question looms of : Who is the beneficiary of such detailed setups, and involvements by so many? And why would anyone be interested in ordinary Paula Marie Rose from Juneau, Alaska? What in the world (or would that be Out of this World?) information could I know of that would generate such a level of diverse interest, unusual statements, slanderous statements, lies, inconveniences, inconsistencies, etc., from so many unrelated folks? Many of them I can't prove, but there is plenty of proof provided by the written and audio recordings here to give you a small overview.
After a particular Q and A "interview" session, which was veiled as a "girls night out" in June 2007, with two persons who I have known for much of my life; my personal life took an amazing turn, and not in my favor. I have chosen to not name these individuals, as I do not have a recording of the evening. I think it is understood that if I were to state who they are; that they would deny any part of the conversation ever taking place.
Although if that Q and A never happened, how would a reasonable person explain away ALL of the material you'll read on this site which is written by many different people, all effecting or having something to do with Paula Marie Rose? Coupled with countless incidences which other people say never happens to them, or who raised an eyebrow about what they observed being a "sumthins' up" happening in my vicinity. But without video, audio, or paper backups; I don't have concrete evidence about most of them to share. I have chosen to not mention that evening to either of those individuals, but I have mentioned it to a particular agency who appeared to have been "running the feed," so to speak. It appears to be a one way email system they have; not that I really expected a reply.
As my Dad used to say, "There's your answer right there." He used that phrase when I was a teen, and I was complaining about someone who didn't send a response, perhaps to a job opening? He explained that when someone didn't want to answer, or thought that another didn't need to know something; choosing to not answer, was the answer.
Well, that might work for some, but when I ask a specific and direct question(s) and no response is received; I usually think there is a whole lot more to the story. And, I'm usually right; because of the kinds of questions that I tend to ask. For the record: I am available to have a chat with any three or four lettered agencies who might want to get a leg up on their competition. I hear that you tend to have turf wars, and to not share information well. But I suppose if the glaring light of reality shows that one agency has a graveyard in their closet; well, that's a real dilemma for the poking branch. The Government has difficulty policing itself; according to the media. How about breaking that stereotype?
One acknowledged during that evening that she was wearing a wire, and I willingly answered hours of questioning, down to the most intricate and intimate level of details of my personal life, and that of others I know, because she has a respected position of authority, and appeared to be representing a governmental agency that I had held in high regard.
I was lead to believe that I was assisting in uncovering the truth surrounding old mysteries and criminal activities; when in fact, I apparently nailed my own coffin shut by informing "Somebody" that I know much more about certain goings on than "Anybody" thought possible. "Everybody" was shocked and surprised to learn how much of the the dirty deeds and covert cover ups surrounding events I recalled from the 1960's and 1970's, being as I was a child then. Children have amazing memories, and retain much of what they see and hear; especially when it is scary, or unusual.
Months later, and thousands of miles away; I had a blind date with someone I met through Craigslist. As our conversation progressed, he mentioned a key detail which was discussed during the June 2007 "interview" with those who were present, and on the other end of the wire. There was quite a bit of fascination from some of the men on the receiving end of the feed that my personal grooming habits of "limited landscaping" (ladies, you know what I'm talking about here!) was less than commonly sported by the average L.A. woman. When asked how he knew about that, being as it was our first date, and we were fully clothed in a public coffee house, his smile said it all. Our extended conversation and his statements confirmed the obvious.
He sent a sarcastic reply to another Craigslist ad I posted about 2 months later, and we agreed to meet up a second time; being as we both knew the score, and it was out in the open. Once again, he mentioned a specific motion and task that I had done in the place that I was living at that time (different than the previous) and due to the tiny and ceiling high window; I doubt he was perched on the tree outside my window peering in, but he knew exactly what I had done. No, it wasn't anything Erotic or "really good" but was something that I hadn't done in that room previously, and it must have caught his eye, and sounded like more than just his. Spooky Peeps work in teams, right?
We get together now and then, and if any tapes of "Paula the Porn Star "appear on YouTube or other media; I'll know who was the film producer, and the other half of the party; whoever it might appear to look like. Why would I date someone who I thought was setting me up, or somehow peeking and peeping on me (any ideas how it's being done, Readers?) or not on my team? Because I'll use any "Tool" I can, to get some answers; except violent methods.
How could I go to any law enforcement with this story; when a former Alaska State Trooper is willing to tell lies about her own sister? Whose word would be given more credit in court? My best defense has been to let the charade play on, and use their own words, or lack there of, to tell the story.
Speaking of court; I'm certain that some or all of us who make up this story will be appearing in court, at some point. The higher, the better; in my opinion. Might as well start at the top! This case will get there eventually. "Bong Hits for Jesus" put Juneau on the map for the geographically illiterate Americans. My story will refresh and replace that news story, which made many a front page.
I can envision several major magazines racing to their layout teams for creation of cover stories which become mid section articles, complete with a foldout featuring the Shady Big Tree, with all its Branches, and fluttering Leaves being named; first with the scientific name, followed by the more commonly used. A compost pile of gargantuan size will be "probed" (journalists like to use that word) as the layers of stinking filth are raised and waved in the view of the shocked and disgusted. Claims of "It was before MY time!!" and "I didn't know!" will ring over the airways, as those involved are shaken by the poking of this little Rose bush.
To any of you who practice law in California, Alaska, or Washington, DC; I'd be grateful to receive some pro bono services, should the need arise. Based on the lineup of players, and the depth of the dirt; it's going to be one hell of a public peepshow. Notoriety is a given. Public acclaim for justice being served, and truths being told should bring you fame, and paying clients in the future. And what you will read in this story is, pun intended; "only the tip of the iceberg." The magnitude of what will have to come out in court will make that 1964 Alaska Earthquake damage appear to be only a settling crack.
Speaking of Rose "bush," the intimate details that a complete stranger knew about my personal grooming, closet contents, bathroom habits and toileting times refreshed my ire about a lack of privacy; when just yesterday (April 16, 2008) I read about the Marilyn Monroe secret sex tape and how the FBI had apparently held it for "examination" for quite some time, but it was eventually released. I'll bet the screening room was SRO, with several women in attendance, and the rewind button was worn out on at least one deck. She was one sexy woman, and had an ass and assets that I'll never be blessed with. Perhaps she had agreed to be filmed while having a rocking romp; being as she was a beautiful woman, and actress. I would have stopped by for a viewing, if invited. But it's bad manners and, last I checked, against the law to film someone without their knowledge and consent during instances where they have a reasonable expectation of privacy. Or is that Constitutional Right only for those whose lenses are longer or more powerful than mine? Bring on the footage! I'm rounding up the press and cameras for a legal system floor show that will bring down that Big Tree faster than a Sitka Spruce goes through a sawmill.
If any 3 lettered agencies run my unauthorized films; I'm envisioning a few men might watch, and a gal or 2 might stop by and say: "Nothing special; pretty much looks like me and _______ going at it."
Please pass the popcorn, and get your own soda.
I've had numerous dates from Craigslist with a full cross section of L.A. men in the last several months; all with slightly different versions of very similar questions, behaviors, and agendas. They were between 40 and 55, various ethnic backgrounds, varied careers and interests; yet many of the did some version of the same gesture or phrase at approximately the same time. I've spent much time around men; their body language and MO's are usually easy to decipher. Here's a freebie for HQ; it's a dead giveaway when none of them asked the right questions. And don't send a happily married man on a date with me! They are so uncomfortable, and it shows.
And Geez Louise! Who's in charge of the Charm and Chat Up classes in your Branch? Sign yourselves up for my upcoming session in "Game: It Can Be Acquired." I saw a true and pressing need for several to take that one I'll be conducting. No wonder the over 40 and single population is growing.
It's also noteworthy to state that one of the more obvious giveaways that these men were not ordinary dates was that none of them made any sort of roMANtic move on the first date, although one did ask me to accompany him to a place in Mexico on that first date night, for the weekend. Most didn't ask for a second, by mutual agreement.
There were many other tips and tells that I won't detail; because I'm guessing that this really is what our Tree Branches are getting by with, and it must work in some cases. Targeted Women, you'll know it when you see it! Patterns, Patterns, Patterns.
I have occasionally dated one, you read about him above. He's intelligent, and while it'll never be True Love, but we get on well enough for government use. I'm currently running another ad on Craigslist, just to see what else drops into my inbox. It's a fascinating research tool, and I'd be having a cup of coffee somewhere; sometimes they spring for it!
In the Love or Lust department; it's been a bit of disappointment. I took time to dress well, fix up, and to be sure that I was looking presentable, if not attractive. Guess I wasn't their type of woman, and most weren't my type of guy, but it was time well spent. It's a numbers game; as they say in the dating world. How about sending an 8 or a 9 my way next date?? Click here for my photo, and feel free to send me a Hot or Not! email vote. I have long hair now, but don't like being photographed, so I haven't updated the pix.
Of course, I had my own agenda, and it has been very well served.
The Branches of the Big Tree have sent a variety of Leaves on these coffee dates to represent their interests, and to gather information. It has been a mutually beneficial arrangement, and I would like to thank the Collective "Nobody," comprising 'Somebody,' 'Anybody,' and 'Everybody' (a.k.a. the SAE) for training your staff to be varying degrees of quick witted, mostly well mannered, and overall, relatively entertaining. I do appreciate the variety; it challenges me, and a few of them were rather attractive in their own way. The taxpayers will thank me for keeping my share of the purchases on the Agencies' credit card to a minimum; I only ordered standard coffee or tea.
Growing up in Alaska was an unusual experience for many.
Growing up in my family in Douglas, Alaska, was a series of unforgettable, often regrettable, and less than fond memories. After reading through this site, I believe that you'll have many, many questions about just what was going on up there? Shor Nuf must have been something Big to have so many people in so many places react in such unusual ways to one ordinary, still-on-the-youthful side of middle age, woman.
"Family: It's enough to make you regret being born." Somehow, I don't see the LDS church picking up that one, but maybe the Catholics should give it a whirl, as a slogan for their natural family planning training. A tantric chant, for those times when sex is allowed and encouraged; for procreation only, of course.