FROZEN FIEFDOM 

Who Is, What Is?

The names and places of those appearing in this story are real; except for the few which will be noted in parenthesis or quotation marks. In the spirit of equal time and weight, they will appear in alphabetical order. Exception being my name, in this "Me First!" world.

Why fictionalize the life and times of someone who appears to be so incredibly fascinating to so many? Seriously; when was the last time you boarded a commercial carrier flight and the counter attendant staff (with their name badge either removed, or turned to hide their name) said as you offered to show ID, because they had not asked to see it (sniff sniff, wouldn't that be considered a slip in following TSA or FAA regs?): "Oh, We know who you are! You're famous!!" with a smirk, and more than a hint of sarcasm. Key West International Airport, September 29, 2007.

Paula Marie Rose: "The Black Sheep of the family." a.k.a. "Emma," "The Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress," and uses a mailbox name of "Jane." It is rumored that "Paula the Porn Star" might become a new official moniker; as footage of me during what I thought was 'private time' is on file. I've made light of such an invasion, and asked my "contacts" to send the Royalty Checks to the P.O. Box in Alaska. None have been received to date. Any film footage which may be on file is strictly unauthorized by me. And believe me; none of it is hot, or worth watching. Well, OK. Maybe that "Landscaping" scene in the shower might do something for you; it was just ordinary grooming for me. I heard that it was well received.

SWF, 44, twice divorced, mother of two beautiful daughters, Valerie and Claire. Former State of Alaska employee, former salesperson of retail tourist items and fine collectibles, currently unemployed but extremely busy uncovering the "stiffs and stashes" and countless other dirty lowdowns which were rumored to only be dusty old stories from the early days in the Mini Fiefdom and the Big Berg. Judging by the amount of "unusual activities" and oddities surrounding my life; there just might be more than one ugly little something being hidden, or covered up. And those who would know the full story and detailed truths are either dead, or have snapped their lips shut tighter than a clam in a low tide.

Currently and temporarily ensconced in the warmth of sunny Los Angeles, until the job offers roll in. Willing to relocate. A lapsed Catholic, and was never a good example of one. Spiritual; Believes in GOD, and Jesus.

An accomplished photographer, http://www.paularoseimages.com

Self Portrait from March 26, 2012

Anna Sanders: My older sister, former Alaska State Trooper, massage therapist, and reseller of manufactured homes business operator; currently living in the Florida Keys. Finds inner peace by practicing Reiki, meditating, humming, gong banging, and any other "Higher Self" reaches; whatever the name of the day is. Those methods of achieving relaxation, spiritual enlightenment, or whatever one needs to feel well and in tune with themselves, are referred to as "Wand Waving" in our historical family vernacular.

Click here P. 1 and 2 of a touching note she mailed to me on August 6, 2007, here for page 3, which was handed to me by one of the other women who also rented from Jewel, a few days later as it arrived in the mailbox, via the USPS. ..."I've been trying to call but your voice mail is full. It seems like you are having some troubles, and that makes me feel sad." ...

Wow! Another "Tuning Fork" reaching for "reception" encountered some interference. Solar Cycle 23 apparently produced a little static as the sun ejected a whopper of a flare; which explains my full VM box and telephone crapping out (I bought a new phone in early September, and she hasn't phoned me at all this year, that I recall, as of August 8, 2008.) And her written words of caring and compassionate concern above, (on a still unspecified event or matter) were upstaged and certainly blew away any feigned veil of sisterly love, which I recorded on the unforgettable Christmas Eve 2007 audio file. How Earth Mother / Spirit Sister did those words of hers sound to you? Click here!

Could Anna be another Psychic in this circle of mine? We were literally across the country from each other (she in the FL Keys, and I was in L.A., CA) and yet somehow, she was convinced that I was "Missing" and that I was "having some troubles."

Can a Paranormal Researcher please explain how such "knowledge" was floating through the air directly to the two sisters of Paula Marie Rose; when all three women were in different areas of the country, simultaneously? No?

How about this one? Technology was tweaked, the signal had a seizure, and the wave was wrong.Result: another clear Psychic Miss.

Beth Weldon: A life long family friend.

Cecil:  Male, approximately 44 years old, (unless he lied about his age,) stated he lives in XXXXXX. (a few quick online searches confirmed that to be accurate,) and stated he is employed.  "i drive a sewage truck i literaly haul shit to the land fill, CIA  not even close..."  and stated he has a TWIC card, which is issued by the TSA.  

His initial email to me arrived in my email inbox in January of 2014, with a complimentary comment about my poems.  For the next 16 months, he and I exchanged hundreds of emails on a range of topics.  He also appears to have Elf Ears and Cross Country Vision, as he seemed impossibly accurate as to where I was, where I lived, and other tidbits of information which I hadn't told him, while I was living in Charlotte, NC, and Phoenix, AZ, and signed one email with the name of Rachel, which was the same name a Black man had given me on a piece of paper with a phone number, while I was shopping in a ROSS in Alexandria, VA in December of 2013.  I don't believe in coincidences, and I've never met anyone in person who is named Cecil.

  Speaks ElfSpeak, FedSpeak, and MaleSpeak like an expert!  Uses deliberately poor spelling,  writes in the same jumbled manner as Jeff, and apparently moonlights for some three or more lettered agency, and he's prominently featured in most of the last nine chapters on the left side bar.  

CIA: The Central Intelligence Agency. One of many 3 lettered agencies which forms a staggeringly huge, yet relatively unsophisticated, branch of the United States government. You know what they are, and they know who I am! If what I've seen is the best that they have to work with; then they DO need some additional tax dollars to train staff, and to meet those numerous "payoffs and payrolls."

"What an Operation!" as my Dad used to say.

Did anyone find my Resume on file? Should be right next to my photo that I submitted later; attached to one of "those other emails" that I sent to you. The P.O. Box is still my current permanent address, in case something has opened up; or how many Royalty Checks shall I be expecting to receive?

I'm guessing that employment prospects for me there are looking less than likely; perhaps a short term contract for Fund Raising might be offered? It's always better to have a contract, than to be a Contract!

Claire: My teenaged beautiful daughter with Eric. As she is a minor, I will not list her last name. I'd appreciate the Press and others exercising some good sense, and to not contact her. I have not mentioned this book or odd events to her, other than a few questions about Eric's behavior when she and I spoke briefly in a bedroom at Christmas in Anna's home, and were repeatedly interrupted by Anna.

Craigslist: a.k.a. "Craigs." The most comprehensive listing that I have found for one stop shopping; with Worldwide listings! Was introduced to them by a classmate in 2004,and I've been using Craigs ever since. An outstanding resource for drumming up dates, finding living quarters, meeting other artists, selling a futon; I've used many of their sections with fantastic results. Thanks! I couldn't have done this without you!

Dad: TJ Sanders. Moved to Juneau, AK after his military service in the USMC (Thank you. I appreciate your service to our country.) married our Mother, and produced 4 offspring, like good Catholics did. Was a volunteer firefighter in Douglas, Alaska (basis for another story I am writing entitled "Vapor Valley") and sang in local bars for "damn good money and all the beer I could drink."

He has a good voice, and played the guitar well.

Worked in the telecom field most of his life, used to tinker with radios and electronics, and splice home movies in his limited free time when I was a child.

Probably the reason that I find radio broadcasts so intriguing, then and now. How about those telling tunes, dead air moments, and skips which fired frequently over the airways of the Juneau radio

stations during the 1960's and 1970's? And those

signal blasts of the Emergency Broadcast System

are forever in my memory banks. Lives in Stayton, OR.

Dale Henkins: Uncle to the sibs and me, brother to our Mother, Sharon. He enjoys gathering information, and storing it for later retrieval. He's outgoing, intelligent, and surprisingly intellectual. Once a conversation with him is fully underway; it's amazing how much knowledge he has, on many subjects. He's doesn't fit the profile of a neighborhood BusyBody, but he has the knowledge base of one. I thought now was perfect opportunity to ask him a few questions regarding some words my Gramma shared with me over the years; particularly about the perhaps not so good old days in the Mini Fiefdom, and the Big Berg. Lives in beautiful downtown Douglas.

Douglas: Across the bridge on Douglas Island, next to Juneau, Alaska. Used to be its own City, but is now part of the City and Borough of Juneau. Formerly a self contained and fully operational Production Unit featuring its own school, Mt. Jumbo (teach you a lesson!) and the sounds of children and adults long since passed over, still echo thoughout its hollowed halls today. A Catholic Church (pray to excuse your daily sins), cold storage facility (kill 'em and chill 'em), laundromat (wash and dry those stains bye-bye!),

fuel and service station (bring 'em in, take 'em apart), fire department (sound the alarm!) water reservoir (beaver water, anyone? A favored description used by my Gramma of the water coming from the tap) public works equipment (rigs to dig), public library (shhh!! Whisper! It's a Secret!) boat harbor (what floats your boat?), beauty shop (as my brother would say "no help for some")full service grocery store (everybody's got to eat), a couple of bars (drink your pour, say no more), at least one restaurant, a building referred to as "The Indian School" which was apparently the school for Natives (non-whites) when my Mother was young. The local Native children attended public school by the time I was enrolled in the late 60's. A quiet little community, which also featured at least three cemeteries, which are still in existence; if not in current use. Some things have changed in the last 40 years, different businesses closing and opening, new owners, and Douglas being hooked up to the citywide water and sewer system. Shucks, I sorta miss seeing the toilet paper bits, and other assorted chunks of unidentifiable materials floating in Gastineau Channel.

A Mini Fiefdom in the Big Berg, back in the good old days.

Eric Swanson: a.k.a "EWS," and "FLS#2" (Former Loving Spouse) of mine, father of Claire, and the Best Stepfather that I could have chosen for Valerie. Most of my sibs like him more than they like me; Always have, always will. Lives in Juneau.

FBI: The Federal Bureau of Investigation. How Fed can you get? Especially when it's part of the name. This branch is my first choice for "warming the chair," so to speak. I believe that I would be an outstanding employee for them; although my sense of humor might be a bit over the top for some staff. They might overlook my lack of formal education, and swap it for my ability to teach. Laughter is great for diffusing to tough situations; I've had much practice.

"Feeders:" Those who were on the receiving end of the wire worn by at least one person who interviewed me in June of 2007. It was not specified who they were, or what Branch they represented, but they were informed on my past and present activities with amazingly accurate details. They knew more about me than I knew about myself, in some cases. Based on what I've read, the questions and MO used sounds like a branch of the US government; some say the CIA. Could be; I don't know, and they have elected to not communicate via email other than replying to the one back door tactic I used of sending a few questions to their Entertainment Industry Liaison. I've put the Feeders under my heading of the SAE.

FOB: Fabulous Old Broad; a term that I use to describe myself. (Click here for Poem # 30 Fabulous Old Broad With Overgrown Tree.)

Gail Sanders: a.k.a "Natasha," or "Tash," as she calls herself on occasion. Younger sister of mine (by 11 months) and is the epitome of "Spy Struck." She can quote you a line from almost any James Bond flick, has "The Avengers" on DVD, and when she made a reference to "Matt Helm" and I asked who he was, she whipped out a videocassette and popped it into the machine! Now that's an avid fan of the genre. Even I recognized ol' Dino, and someone in movies or TV has to be a very prominent person if I know who they are.

Practices Quantum Touch Healing; has repeatedly stated to be supernaturally "Tuned In" via more than one "channel." Has claimed that inanimate objects, such as screws holding on my car door panels can loosen and tighten themselves. I wasn't CONvinced of that reply, and when I pressed her for details, she claimed to be too busy to "OOOMMMM" over that puzzler in Automotive Physics again; so I emailed the guys at Car Talk for an expert opinion. Click here for that email.

Previously claimed to have read a book by Mrs. Litvinenko, the wife of the former KGB Spy who died in London in November 2006, from poisoning with a peppering of polonium-210; before the book was written, or published!!"The wife of Litvenyenko is writing her own book I read sometime ago. I was just thinking last week I needed to tune in and tap into that again." February 14, 2008 email from Gail. Click to read. A Wand Waver like no other! Lives in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Authors Note: The book below is available on Amazon.com, and was a joint work by Mrs. Litvinenko and Alex Goldfarb. If this is the book that Gail was referring to, she didn't clarify.

Death of a Dissident: The Poisoning of Alexander Litvinenko and the Return of the KGB
by Alex Goldfarb (Author), Marina Litvinenko (Author) Publisher:The Free Press (May 22, 2007)

Jewel: a.k.a. "Jade" and "Madame Jade," the Dominatrix. Former landlady of mine for several months. Specializes in Fetish, and has said that Foot Fetish is especially popular here in L.A. I'll take her word for it, and you might also.

According to my sibs, she was the first to raise the alarm that I was "Missing." Given her line of work, I'm not buying that. She'd be keeping the cops away from the barn; although technically speaking, I don't think that providing Fetish Services is illegal. She has a pleasant voice, was also answering her own Fantasy Fone Line through one of the services available; might still be. Attractive, with a dramatic flair.

She didn't bring work home, and the house was usually tidy. I'd be happy to include a link to her site, if she desires. Might as well drum up more paying clients! Beats buying your own advertising.

Juneau: a.k.a. "J Town." The capital city of Alaska, and the place where Sharon, and most of us were born and raised.

"Leaf, or Leaves": The apparent representatives of numerous branches of The Big Tree; who responded to my Poetic Personals Ads which I published on Craigslist. It's been an amazing cross section who have replied, and I seem to have quite a following of readers; even if I didn't date them. See the Emails To / From Leaf Dates section for a few entertaining examples of our correspondence.

Taxpayers, please note: It is worthwhile to state that any "employees" on the public payroll who I chose to meet, had decent writing skills, or exhibited something which compelled me to have a coffee date with them. You might not feel as if you are getting your monies' worth as you fork over that chunk o' cash out of your earnings every year, but it's got to be going somewhere once you've kissed it goodbye. It might as well be spent on me! At least I'm giving you a great story.

Mark Sanders: a.k.a. "Matt" or "Jim" (as in a take off of Jim Rockford, the P.I. TV series)

The youngest of the 5 children produced by my Mother. He's the funniest of the family; although he appears to have lost his sense of humor. Most emails from him that I have received over the last 10 months are brief, and boringly repetitive that I "need professional help." Lives in the Florida Keys.

MOM:Sharon Sanders. The mother of Jay, Anna, Paula, Gail, and Mark. She and I have never gotten on well, and that's no State Secret! A converted Catholic, and she made certain that her offspring were perched in the pews daily during Lent, every Sunday, and each Holy Day. No longer attends Mass herself, and none of her children do either. It's probably just as well; no need to fill the church with more folks behaving in less than Christian ways. I believe that the Church still preaches that Lying is a Sin, but that phrase didn't faze my family.

No more Catholic Guilt for us!

The best thing Mom ever did was teach us how to read. Books were my best friend when I was young, and it's looking like they might be again.

She grew up in Douglas, attended the hallowed (or might that be Hollowed?) halls of Mt. Jumbo School. Married, had children, now lives in Oregon with TJ.

"NOBODY": A Collective. Comprising Somebody, Anybody, and Everybody. That's a bunch of Bodies!

Which forms the SAE. Another 3 Lettered Agency.

Paul H. Grant, Attorney At Law: Hired on as Alaska Legal Beagle No. 7710124 for Eric William Swanson. Currently has a kennel located in Juneau, AK. Has produced a snowstorm of papers under which he has attempted to bury my original Motion asking for a hearing to hear the reasons why Eric William Swanson broke the 2006 Child Custody Agreement pertaining to the daughter that Eric and I have. (See "In The Beginning..." section)

Mr. Grant's braying and badmouthing of me has lifted many an eyebrow; more so in his direction than in mine. Many of his words and statements about me verge on the absurd, ridiculous, and so far from home plate; you've gotta read for yourself to comprehend that a licensed legal representative can, and has, submitted such bonehead blather to a Court.

He appears to believe that "If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, drown 'em in Doggie Doo." In the spirit of sharing the spotlight, full disclosure, and some say there's no such thing as negative publicity; he can be reached at the address, telephone, and email address on his letterhead under "Eric's Legal Beagle Wears an MD Tag" section.

SAE: Branches of the Big Tree, named "Nobody," as defined above. Has possible employees which I have named "Feeders." My "contact" with the SAE was through the man I briefly dated; looks like they will have to send another "Leaf" soon.

Tall, has hair (dark), fit, SWM, between 35 and 45 years old, is requested. Dashingly handsome would be most appreciated, but I suppose that wouldn't be too stealth; as he and I would stand out in a crowd.

Shannon McCormick: She was my best friend since I was 14 years old. Lives in Juneau.For her final "Be Well" email click here.

Valerie Rose: My lovely daughter with FLS #1. Her comments in one of the Round Robins are extremely well written; although I don't think she has a good grasp of what she was writing about in much of it. White collar crime was mentioned, but not elaborated on, and possibly should have been. She's officially an adult, as she is over 18, and is responsible for her own thoughts, words, and actions. Lives in Juneau.

Other People: The few names which may appear in the email exchanges between my family members and me are not important elements to the story. They are not major players in the context of this more recent segment of my life, and weren't important enough to include. However, there's much more that I have not said or mentioned, but only because I don't have any verifiable evidence, as to the who and what.

At the risk of being viewed as self centered,

(a more accurate label than "paranoid")

"It's all about me!"

and be relieved that I've left you out of this.