FROZEN FIEFDOM 

 So, Whadda We Got Here?

 

UPDATE:  September 5, 2008.  The top point, and the bottom line:  According to the LAPD website, I was never listed as a "Missing Person" during the Summer  2007 

although it Shor Nuf was the Chorus Line of most of my family members, and a handful of others.  Wow!  I always knew that I wasn't "missing,"  yet so many insisted for MONTHS that I was.  And then continued the charade with claiming that I was/am "Unwell."  What do you make of that, Readers?  

 

 At the risk of repeating myself and boring those who have already combed the site, the content below should give a recap and overview.  

 

The Who's, and the Why's.  A brief profile of each person is  detailed under "Who Is, What Is?"  section of this story.  Many of my family members and my former best friend claim that  I, Paula Marie Rose, apparently disappeared from somewhere (not one of them has given a "last seen" location, nor any "lost" and later "found" dates) and Former Alaska State Trooper Anna Sanders, my older sister, claims that she filed an MP report on me somewhere in California during the summer of 2007.   Shannon McCormick, my former best friend of 29 years,  states in writing (under Emails T/F Shannon)  that she provided the photo for this alleged MP report, and that the MP report is on file at the Tarzana PD.   My other sister, Gail Sanders, also states verbally, and in writing, that I was indeed "Missing" and that she personally spoke with various Officers, naming LAPD branch as having the MP report on file, and she also names the LAX Police as being on the hunt for me.  In November of 2007, my brother, Mark Sanders, names my former landlady, Jewel, as the person who initially informed "them" that I was "Missing."   Doubtful; as we regularly passed each other in the hallway and kitchen, as I rented a room in her own home. (see the August 1, 2007 rent check on this site.)

 

Not to be left out of the clamor and excitement; many others claim that I was "Missing" and for months after I was apparently "Found"  they continue the chant of "you need help," verbally, and in writing.  To date, not one person has specified what event or events may have caused so many folks to have such concern for my well being, nor have they provided any copies of the MP report, or answered my numerous questions about their own words and statements, both verbal and written. 

 

Mark does reply to a few of my emails, but regularly mentions "spies" and "government agents" and my alleged "paranoia."  HHHMMMmmmm.  He's the one bringing up the Feds, but I did finally mention months later that I had no issue with the Feds, and during the fall of 2007, I had applied to both the CIA and have my name in the Big Fed Database for possible employment with the FBI.  I believe that I checked the box to have my resume and personal information shared with all Federal Agencies.   Fed Fear?  Not here!  Sign me up!  I'm job hunting, and I sought out both of those agencies as possible employers.  I have applied for a few openings, some I was either not fully qualified for, or was not selected, and I'll be applying for when the position and location suit me.

 

All that high strangeness seems to be somehow related to my historically unpopular digging round into dusty old rumors of "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap"  in beautiful downtown Douglas, and other old dirt and scandals occurring statewide.

 

Given the current headlines of the uproar over the indictment of Senator Stevens on various issues; many are having a second look at more than one person, and almost countless events.   I believe that most of us would agree that having an inquisitive mind, asking detailed and probing questions, and using logic and reasoning to lay out facts on a line, and sometimes link them together;  might be very unpopular and not welcomed by some, but it is not considered by most of us as being any form of "mentally ill."   

 

I agree that Shor Nuf do be many folks singing the same tune about me!  However, I was never "Missing" nor "unwell," so what event or substance could be influencing such a large number of people to be experiencing the same powerful and all encompassing delusion?  

 

 

JUNE 2007:  Paula and 2 of her friends for 20+ years have a "Girls Night Out."   One of the women admits to wearing a wire, approximately 5 minutes after her slightly delayed arrival at the bar.  Her words were something along the lines of "We want to find out once and for all,  what you really know."   I had consumed one glass of wine, and noted aloud "this stuff acts like Truth Serum" which snapped up her eyebrows as she said "how would you know about that?" 

 

I'm not certain how I knew, but it was discussed.  She never stated what group she was representing and relaying for, and I suggested that she not; as I truly believed that my information was so horrific and disgusting, that if I didn't know who was hearing it, it couldn't later be pried out of me who knew what I knew. 

 

Hours and hours of discussion and questioning followed; with the woman acting as the Relay not only telling me details of my daily life which had occurred approximately 2,000 miles from her residence, as proof to me that I was indeed under surveillance, but she said it so well, I was convinced it was for my benefit.  It was repeatedly stated by her, that her team  on the other end of the wire (I named them Feeders under the Who Is, What Is? section of this story) was "good", that my information was essential to uncovering the dark and dirty secrets that she also had heard some of during her growing up days in Douglas, and that I would not be in any physical danger by sharing what I knew.  It was suggested at one point that I might be needing a gun, and one of the women suggested that I be given one (by her, I presume) later that week before I returned to L.A.  I recall saying words to the effect of "I'm not going to shoot anybody, and why would I need a gun, if your team is covering me?" 

 

The other woman with us, asked her share of the questions also, and interjected with comments from time to time; rather like a "good cop, bad cop" scene from a movie.  It was a convincing act, as she is not as educated or as skilled as the Relay; although I do believe that at some point she was almost truly horrified to hear some of the details of specific acts and deeds that I was recalling from my childhood.  The same small town places, with the same small town faces which she has also spent many years among. 

 

 

July 2007:  According to the written words of Anna, Gail, Shannon, Mark, Valerie, etc.,  Paula Marie Rose is nowhere to be found, and a "Missing Persons" report is filed on me.  Former Alaska State Trooper Anna Sanders claims to have filed said MP report, but doesn't remember where (audio file dated November 10, 2007 is included elsewhere in this story) and not one person has ever produced a copy of it.  LAPD is mentioned by many as having it on file, and Shannon specifically mentions the Tarzana, California PD as having it on file, but it apparently isn't.  Shannon also claimed in an email that she provided the photo of me for the MP report, and that she had knowledge of Beth being with Anna while Anna was doing the reporting.  

 

 

July 31, or August 1, 2007.  I wrote a personal check for the room rent due, with a pleasant note of  my 30 day notice, and handed it to my landlady, Jewel.  The check  processed through my bank in Alaska a few days later.  (Copy of the check is under  "Disclaimer and Mission Statement.")  Either I wasn't yet an alleged "MP", or I had already been "Found."  The old saying of "Follow the Money" is a useful tool.  Mark's email stating that it was Jewel who notified "them" that I was "missing" falls a little short of the truth, by all appearances, as this financial transaction above proves that I was ensconced in her home, same as always, paying on time, and in person.

 

 

August 23, 2007.  Gail Sanders, my other sister, springs for an  airplane ticket and rents a car on her own dime, and arrives unannounced and uninvited, at Jewel's house where I was living.  Gail literally danced about my room in jubilation over her alleged "Psychic Hit" which she had apparently received after tuning into the ether and being given the name of an LAPD Officer whose name she rattled off, but I was so astonished at that and other outlandish and ridiculous words spewing from her that I forgot to write the Officer's name down.  When I asked Gail for the name of that particular Officer several months later, she claimed to be unable to recall it.  She had not only claimed that I was Missing" but that I was later "Found" by a Los Angeles area Police Officer!  She later backtracked on that statement, but you've gotta read it to believe it yourself.  A complete reversal of her own story, after her detailed and numerous emails spanning literally months, previously stating that I was "Missing."

 

 

September 2007.  My curious and inquisitive mind decided that a trip to Juneau was necessary to check on the well being of my daughter, Claire.  Valerie was in college in Pensacola, FL and I believe we had had a few phone conversations, so I wasn't concerned about her.   Obviously, with so many strange words and behaviors rolling from the lips of my family and former friends, I wanted to have a little looksee for myself.  I met up with Eric at his place of work, where he appeared to be surprised by my visit, and he did not invite me to stay with he and Claire as I had every previous visit.  Later that day, he left work early, and picked up Claire from school or from the friend who normally provided after school supervision and rides.  Imagine my surprise when I was standing at the McDonald's intersection and saw the friend's vehicle pass by me that should have had Claire in it, but didn't.  The adult driver, a family friend, saw me wave to her, and pulled over and explained that Eric has chosen to pick up Claire early that day.   I stayed in a local valley motel for a couple of nights, took care of some paperwork and other errands around town, and saw Claire only for a few hours total during the visit.   Eric was behaving strangely at times, and refused to allow Claire to sleep in the motel with me, or to allow us spend time alone together.  When I asked him why  his unusual words and actions were so unusual toward me; he claimed that I had been "behaving oddly", but he refused to elaborate.  I did ask him to put his reasons in writing and to email them to me; he said he would, but has not, as of August 19, 2008.   The three of us did take a walk at Auke Rec with his two dogs one evening after work, and I did visit Claire briefly, with Eric present, at his home once or twice during that September visit.  

 

I stopped in at the local library branch and emailed Shannon, Beth, Gail, Anna, Mark, and others to let them know that I was in Juneau for a few days.  How strange for Shannon to later claim in her email dated November 7, 2007, that I had "...cut all contact with all friends, family, children etc. for a period of 3 months...", but she never specified when that alleged "no contact" period occured, nor did she reply to the email addressed to her and others by me dated September 11, 2007 while I was physically in Juneau.  

 

 

I flew into Las Vegas and scoped out the area for a few days, then decided that heading to the Florida Keys for the long planned gathering of family and some friends of Gail's was worthwhile.  It was a memorable trip, complete with Anna's insistant words that I had been "missing," and that she had taken calls from both of my daughters, who were both very upset by my disappearance.  

 

Again; anyone have the dates, and the Official MP Report on that?  No?  But why not?

 

Because it was a completely manufactured event and story by many of my family members, along with a few unrelated backup parties.   But that still leaves a gigantic Why?  And what their motive was for generating such a story about me, and adding the "Paula is a Loony" tune to the group chorus?

 

 

I flew back to L.A. on September 29, 2007.  Clearly, I was in view and within earshot of many of my family during the month; same as in June, July, and August 2007, in addition to sending and receiving many emails and phone calls; including many from those who claim that I was allegedly "Missing" at some still undetermined point.

 

 

October 2007.  Rented a room in a house in a burb of L.A., and dug deeply into all this Mystery.  Wrote several emails to my Dad, asking a few questions which he didn't answer.  Drove to Oregon at the end of October, and was planning to return to Juneau, but decided to Snowbird in the sun,  going to Nevada and Los Angeles before heading to FL for Christmas.  Many email exchanges with various family members, and most of them were still singing the "get some help" tune from the choir pit of the Missing Person Bandwagon.  

 

 

October 31, 2007.  I arrived at my parents home in Oregon where I stayed for approx. three weeks, and neither of them ever asked me about being "Missing" although my siblings verbally stated that Mom and Dad were both "so worried about you."    View the August 4 and August 5, 2008 emails between my Dad and I under his section.  Mom has yet to reply to a similar version of that email that I addressed to her; same as my Uncle Dale. 

 

November 2007.   As my Dad used to say "Wanna know what's goin' on around town?  Read the classifieds!"  I recalled that phrase, and decided to make use of my writing skills and post some poetic personals ads on Craigslist.com.   I was astonished that so many men were  willing to meet me sight unseen; especially considering that my poems weren't what I would call enticing or erotic, for the most part.  But many found them intriguing enough to respond.

 

I wrote "The Alaska Mystery" and "The Tree Series" poems on this site to use as my ads, and the responses were varied, and informative.  The "Emails To / From Leaves"  are exchanges between some of the more entertaining or interesting men that I met.  I'm in favor of mixing pleasure with business, and my style of research produced some fascinating results.  

 

 

DECEMBER 2007.  I had a coffee date in a public location with Rob, in the Los Angeles area, whose words alluded to the fact that "the Agency" is in possession of the tape, and filled him in with particular details of the "Girl's Night Out" which he shared verbatim parts of with me.  (See much more about that under "Rob" in Emails T/F Leaves.")  Must be true, as that is some kinda knowledge to be randomly floating through the ether; considering that he and I had never met before, and he claimed to have never been to Alaska, and said that he didn't know anyone from there.  He Shor Nuf did have extremely detailed information about my personal grooming techniques and other intimate details of my life, which he generously shared.  Can someone reasonably explain how a stranger to me would know about a private conversation I had with two women six months prior, and almost 2,000 miles from where he and I were sitting? 

 

 A Christmas Gathering to go down in the Family History!  I drove from L.A. to Cudjoe Key, FL to share the holidays with my daughters, Claire and Valerie, and the rest of the tribe.  Mark had already voiced his opinion via email that I would "ruin Christmas" by being there, as I "need professional help,"  in his opinion, and Anna had sent an email stating that all of us should "treat each other with dignity and respect."   I knew what to expect, and they didn't disappoint.   Listen to the recording of Anna and Eric on Christmas Eve morning, when I suggested that Claire and I go into town to do some shopping.  Valerie was present also, but remained silent during their verbal attack on my mental health, and  their unified effort to insure that I would not be alone with Claire during the visit.  

 

Note:   To date, not one person has produced any proof of my being an unsatisfactory parent.  Nor do I have any form of mental illness.  Of course, none of those who claim that I am "unwell" have any medical background or certificate higher than a CPR card.  I've got an old one of them myself.  And if I were a danger to my child, myself, or others, I believe that the issue should have been raised some time ago (except no one can pinpoint any time frame, or name specific "nutter behavior" events) with proper documentation by those making the claims, and then perhaps an evaluation by a Licensed professional would be in order, correct? 

 

This "Wing It, and Sling It" approach which many have chosen to attack my character and mental health status with, is more accurately described as direct hits of libel, and slander. 

 

May I have a Licensed Professional in the Legal or Psych fields gimme an "Amen, Sista!" on that?  

 

Tossing around such unfounded labels, and exhibiting coercive, or hostile behaviors, aren't exactly the warm and fuzzy cocoon of protective caring and concern that many would extend to a person who was truly struggling to hold onto the reality check.  I see heads nodding on that one! 

 

My best method of dealing with such an outrageous personal attack was to record it; unfortunately, I only have a portion of the entire exchange, but it's enough to see it wasn't a pleasant, or entirely unexpected event, based on their words, and emails, or lack of reply to some of mine, since July of 2007.  

 

  There's so much more material, spanning the January 2008 through present (September 2008) and I'll add it later.  Basically, if you've read the Emails T/F sections, you'll see that there's a huge coverup in progress.