This is a Kimono that belonged to my Grandmother, Vadis Davis (this was really her name!).  It is circa a long time ago and I was told it came from Hawaii, when it was given to me after she passed away.  Every time I stop and realize that there is something very special about it, I think oh, I know!  It was my Grandmother's...and she loved everything she ever received with such authentic excitement and appreciation...I can feel that love every time I see it. When I put it on, I feel wrapped in that happiness and in those moments, there is no more loving place to be in the entire world than in that Butterfly Kimono! It's always a gift...like my Grandmother will always be.  I love you Grandmother...thank you for knowing me.

Oh, And...

Michelle Pisciotta

My Facebook account was stuck on signed in since much earlier today but I could not access it...if there were any posts ANYWHERE on the internet under my name, up until my Brett Dennen smack, then they were fraudulent terrorism. Just a disclosure...even though the way posting times are continually manipulated, dates and times of fraudulent postings in my name might be a bit hard to track in 'real time'...please keep in mind that I keep with a strong degree of literary class...in all of my convictions of truth. 

If there are any comments that exist, seeming unlikely, even if they appear with some of my common sentence formulas, they most likely are not written by me....rather written by someone else, just to damage my character. 

I admit, my comment about Brett Dennen seemed not so nice, but I am aware of below the surface games going on and I have just been too honorable to splash it all out here...though I guess I did a bit with just the mention...so I apologize for insulting the history of 'Soul Train' by changing it to 'Soul Trade' and using it in my little commentary.

Idea!

I have and idea for a new TV music and dance show with a nostalgic flare, but representing the new, competitive young Artists of TODAY like Brett Dennen...I would call it 'Soul Trade'! (I say this light heartedly...with love, of course).

"Who Do You Know? Is On First And What Do You Know! Is On Second ...Hey Abbottttt!!!

In keeping with the perfect timing wind at my back, there is something I have learned which I am grateful to know has also evolved as 'transparent' to the public, along with my own discoveries. 'Official' information is arranged by those who pay Attorneys to have it designed. 'Truth' is what is hard fought and stood up for by the few who brave the bully power. When 'truth' trumps '

official' Information, the world becomes stronger. I may be alone, but I am in the company of 'World Changers'. I feel it. My son Antonio wrote a poem at the age of 11 by this very title (it happened to be my favorite)...and little did I know, it was nothing less than deeply prophetic.

A Tough Nut To Crack

From My Facebook:

Michelle Pisciotta

I need to let off some steam. I just sent this message to someone I think penetrated my soft shell...someone I think has served to 'con' me (a type of gang member, if you will). I have had it with being Ms. Nice Gal...but not really, I am nice...but life is very strange, isn't it? It is.:

I sent this 4 hours ago:

I feel like I'm supposed to meet you...so however it happens, I look forward to it. I connect with your story and energy, like a lighthouse! Thank you for noticing me on Twitter and I wish you much continued success with all you are doing. You are a lifeline of positive energy and I can definitely feel it through the fog. Thank you. I appreciate it!

After a few 'clues', I was led to send this:

You know, I am very sensitive, honest and heart-felt. I keep allowing myself to be deliberately misled and manipulated by high-powered con artists into looking for support and biting bait...and many times, I have jumped into 'booby traps'. Being alone and manipulated that way for the service of my attackers has been in the effort to use my loneliness against me through this warfare.

I have a feeling that maybe the showy production of your story and who you are is much more of the same and because of this, i would like to retract my earlier message to you.

It's funny...I picked up a fortune cookie fortune earlier today and it said, "Beware of friends who are false and deceitful". I had read a hundred of them earlier, as I do this for self-boosting and this one was not in the 'batch'...however, after my shower, it was sitting all alone, separated...like me. I find it eerie...don't you?

I wonder if people who use other people like me and pretend who they are EVER stop and wonder what it would actually BE like to be someone like me, in an authentic way.

I would never use anyone. I would never steal. I would never attack in any way that is not completely warranted...in fact, the only ways I have attacked are ways after having been used...and stolen from...and used...and abused...and used...and life raped...and used...all the while knowing it but in nervous denial, the entire time never really understanding the degrees to which I have been mauled over...until my attacks could only warrant and qualify as pure, self-defense. If there was an audience and my life were on display as complete truth...I think i would have the entire stadium CHEERING each time I lashed out. It's just the truth...if the actual truth were ever told.

To compare this idea to something relative, I would say that if all of this that has happened here were an atom, the density of self-defense attack I rightfully hold should easily identify me as this atom's nucleus.

With every blow, I feel the pressure of a forced splitting and the splitting I sense is that of a universal Hiroshima. Just sayin', as they say.

Once again, thank you for your attention.

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     I didn't mention a name because I have learned to keep record and reserve these things...as leverage! I can still be a manipulated fool...but at least the time duration has lessened greatly, which is a HUGE improvement! I have let people like this in for seasons at a time without ever picking up on such clues and by the time I have rid the leaches, I have lost significant blood. This time...barely broke the skin. Yay!!!

    
    

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"Selfish" Moms Wearing Makeup

I notice that many women who have been trained to discount themselves feel better when they attack those they secretly envy with buried resentment by giving gratitude to the 'unselfish moms' out there who settle for dark circles instead of makeup and ponytails instead of flowing hair, sore bodies instead of healthy ones. I am sorry ladies, but take your resentment somewhere else and take a walk in someone else's shoes for once. 

You whine, moan, gossip about and pick on those 'selfish' moms you judge without ever taking a moment getting to know the lives you are attacking. You get together, with all the like of your misery and you GOSSIP about these people, ADDING to their pain, not helping ANYONE!

If you spent that time doing each other's hair and working out, you wouldn't feel so attached to those dark circles, my friends. Think for a moment that for many of these 'selfish' women you attack for their self care, there is often a survivor's story of lifelong struggle just below that surface, that you might never even notice because these survivors, these powerful women are some of the true Olympians of Life.

Sometimes pretty hair and under eye concealer are the electrolytes that give these women the strength to continue for the next mile within lives of great challenge you don't even know about and the reason you don't even know about it is because these strong women know that commiseration is useless, extra weight that gets you nowhere when the clock is ticking and the finish line through the pain is in sight. Many of these women keep their sight PAST the pain...so they dress for it.

To SOME moms of challenging children, the illusion of a smiling face in the mirror, a hairdo and a healthy, maintained figure is what it mentally takes to not decide to just give up halfway through the marathon of what feels like undeserved torture. You self-haters choose to judge that the challenging children are a result of her selfishness, rather than her self love just being a different choice of life pain management while you glorify your own.

Having been a self-loather through a painful marriage who became a self nurturer through the pain, I have witnessed both worlds. I have been loved as a loather and loathed as a lover by the self-loathers (say that 3 times fast!).

Women who let themselves go can be a thousand times more cruel than those who desire to be a bright flower on the surface of the secret war they battle right under their pretty noses that often become the drippy, crying noses behind closed doors because THEY don't want to bring YOU down.

Sorry for the outburst, but there are literally GANGS of these women and they pick on me and I just want it to stop. If you only knew what I have been through in my life without ever even having been homeless (thank God), you would be forever speechless. Be nice, be friendly for God's sake...even and sometimes especially to the mom with the pedicure and matching lipstick.

I'm Published!!!

What I love most about having this Blog is that every time I write anything, I finish with clicking 'Publish'.   This is good for social conversation because if anyone ever asks if I am published after I tell them that I write, I can definitively answer, "Yes, I am published.". (o:  I would continue but it's late and I am off to the publishers! Goodnight(o:

A Romantic Mystery

I took this photo on my back porch and afterwards, I noticed that there is a shadow heart and what (to me) looks like 2 people standing next to a sailboat.  It's romantic!
Incidentally, I dragged the photo to my desktop before posting it here, as usual when I post photos, and a window popped up saying that this photo already exists in this location and if I wanted to replace it.  I thought this was strange because I had not moved this photo anywhere after I downloaded it, however my photos are hacked (I know this because I get regular 'feedback' about private photos I take that I never even share with the anyone) and I thought it was strange earlier when I was going through the new photos that I had just downloaded onto iPhoto (including this one) and suddenly, my computer froze with the little spinning wheel on permanent spin and I couldn't even shut the program. I had to hold the power button down for several seconds to manually shut down, as a last resort.
Mysterious...but not very interesting, I realize...but if there is someone who is perhaps taking credit for this photo somewhere...may they be exposed...and if it was just to annoy me...I'm not annoyed(o: I think it's a special photo, though...especially because this has been an ongoing dream of mine...a sailboat situation like this(o

Memorial Day

Michelle Pisciotta (from my Facebook)

My father, Salvatore Pisciotta, used to tell me, "Always defend the two feet of ground you stand on.". He was a hero for me and this country. He was telling me to defend my Rights of Freedom and Liberty and like anything valuable, these gifts can only be TRULY valued after having worked for them...the casual lack of respect for these gifts shown by much of our country today is evidence of history taken for granted and thrown to the back of the drawer, along with other unappreciated, inherited treasures.
With marketed disrespect of history and having been sold on 'live in the moment' mind control, much of our country will now willingly lay down at parties for other countries who hold the Ace of hard-faught loyalty, first-hand and strategically; countries who would consider themselves foolish to not take advantage of such a well-organized and predicted gap of ignorance.
I say this with due respect to the world, as well as those laying down and with understanding that games are naturally and passionately fought this way.

I suddenly think of the strategic, 'God' power of technology and of the children's book, "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...".

Like so many, I once took my two feet of freedom ground for granted, but because I have been forced into the position to defend these gifts right here on this soil, I am now connected to all of those who fought to establish my freedom and full of speechless respect for those who have given their lives to protect it.
I touch the ground I stand on and I feel unburied treasure to love and defend...against all propaganda and lies that threaten what I know has become endangered.
These rights don't just belong to you and me. These rights belong to the world...but not to be taken...to be given and shared, with love and common respect. This country holds the last, dying vine of true freedom on the globe and with the hard-fought fertilized passion of this soil in my hand, it can grow again.

I say a prayer of hope for the America that welcomed my Sicilian Grandparents at Ellis Island more than a hundred years ago. I say a prayer of gratitude for those who have fought and those who have fallen while defending and protecting this rich soil they could come to stand on with seeds of dreams. Happy Memorial Day. I do remember.

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Pygmy Poseidon and The Birth of His Little Mermaid

These were originally Adam and Eve'esque', but very early paintings of mine that I was embarrassed to show most people because they were not very good, though I always felt they were somehow 'together'...I preferred the paintings on the reverse side (Octopi), so I had to pull the nails and hanging wire from these last night, before I gave them an upgrade to something I would share.  I feel like they are a fantasy story, something Hans Christian Anderson would have written about (hence 'His Little Mermaid').  I realize that Eve still has legs that are apparent, but I left this because in my mind, I see her falling into the water and slowly becoming a mermaid...it's a transformation, like a butterfly.  I call them 'Pygmy' because they are not life size...I would say about 4 feet tall. I can feel his eyes on her and I feel the spirit of him following her wherever she goes...even helplessly into another world, without fear.

I painted the Octopus (or pair of Octopi? ...I think I will call them "Octopeye"...I like it better!) in my backyard one day, before Adam and Eve (I guess this could be taken wrong, but I am only 43, so hopefully nobody gets confused!)...there were pieces of board that a Contractor left behind at my house and even though I rarely paint outside, I LOVED it...and when I was finished, I saw the Octopeye...or maybe they were the ones seeing me!  I imagine these paintings hanging together as an artsy and open room divider at a beach house one day.  Of course, they argue for The Louvre but I keep telling the, "Hey!  Who do you think you are, Adam and Eve?" (Art can take on such ego sometimes!)

Preparing To Import

I notice that when I videotape myself reading my own posts out loud (as insurance because I am suspicious that my posts are stolen and used by others by time/date and splice manufacturing) and then go to download the videos on to my computer, sometimes my computer will be stuck on 'Preparing to Import' for up to 15 minutes!  I can't imagine why a 5 minute video would need to be 'prepared for import' for such a long time...especially when it's a Mac and there is nothing running on my computer that would create this 'lag'.  Sometimes the 'preparation' doesn't appear at all...it usually depends upon the subject matter, I notice.  Just an observation I wanted to document.

Dream...Time

I had the strangest dream and when I woke up, I 'talked' it out because it was one of those really vivid dreams, Oprah was there, Carmel Beach, friends driving semi trucks, line dancing and my dog Sophie (it all went together in some kind of dream story way that we all understand)...and then I went to check my email where I noticed a new Twitter 'follow', someone I would call a money life coach by the name of 'Vinca Heart'...so I went to Twitter and connected to this woman's website where I saw an array of Youtube windows, all were Oprah Winfrey.
 I clicked on one of them randomly and there she was, being interviewed on Gayle King, watching an old 60-minutes interview of herself when she first starter her show and her reaction was, "Wow, I haven't seen that since it was recorded, I forgot all about it and as I see this all I keep thinking is, "Sophie...Sophie".  This was within ten minutes after I woke up and talked to myself, mentioning Oprah and Sophie.
I know my house is bugged and there are ways to just put in keywords and find videos that relate 'Oprah' and 'Sophie'...and this may have been done deliberately to confuse my mind and make me think, 'Wow, connection!"...while being unknowingly set up for an illusion that I was watching the video first and then I had the dream, which is not the case.

I think it's a professional hacker's setup to show that I watch videos (which I RARELY do) and then regurgitate words and information through my own experience and work, without remembering that I watched the videos and also to disprove many unexplainable occurrences and happenings (I know that what is recorded in my house and shared is often spliced and diced for the benefit of those who have stolen my intellectual property...and I have a feeling this was yet another 'setup').
I have even had people come to my house and in the middle of normal dialogue, say the weirdest things, completely off subject, as if we were having a conversation about something completely different. I can identify now that those who have done this are very connected to the 'life raping' and it is my opinion that the certain things they would say were to be 'used' in coordination with a big lie.
A setup like this would be convenient for those who have stolen my words on countless Facebook posts and pre-dated their own postings to establish that they came up with it first.  I have caught many who have done this 'red handed' and the arrogant influx of terror I have received in defensive response has been no less than (my most used word this year), "EPIC".

I would love to believe this is just a happy coincidence...but I am wiser than that when it comes to cyber criminals (I would use the word 'Pirates' but I think the word is too fantasy glorifying, too 'fun' for has been done to my life) and their tactics.

I am family.  I deserve love and protection...not terror.

Anyway, it was a fun dream.  Have a wonderful Memorial Day, Fam!

Pieces

This is taken from a much longer Blog I wrote that I am simply not comfortable in posting yet, if ever.  I am not writing to hurt anyone or mudsling, however true the facts, so I won't decide to satisfy my ego through unnecessary jabbing exposes of particular individuals, if I can help it.  This is a struggle because part of my humanity wants to 'get even' while the rest of me is hoping to just 'move on'.  If cornered, I am more than equipped to 'get even' and just knowing this should be good enough for my ego:

"Regardless of my talent, skill, energy and aptitude, I just want to fall in love with and marry a man who will protect me because the idea of reaching the success I desire all on my own would have to encompass forgoing any sense of truth or integrity I reserve and adopting the very shallow character of those who steal my identity and original ideas to use as their camouflage in the eyes of the CONtrolled public...all while seeming like the diligent, hard-working folk who deserve it in the eyes of those sold on the illusion?

(I think the word 'publication' so interesting.  It's 'public creation', in my mind.)  

Isn't it upside down funny that simply because I refuse to sell out to corruption that has been seducing me to join in for quite some time, I am forced to accept that I am 'banned' from succeeding with my own, God-given gifts and to allow bullies to terrorize and arrogantly rape my life for everything I say and do in the name of whatever their Attorneys design as legally organized rationalization?  

This apparently 'shallow' desire I openly admit is whole-heartedly more honest and honorable of a desire in this upside down world than the hogwash lies sold as a smokescreen for truth, serving to sell out the integrity and foundation of this great country I love...all to keep the control among the few mass entities that claim to be the same as the 'people'? Ha!  

The real shallow folks are those who trade their souls to perform the on demand song and dance to satisfy the sticky Court's cravings and their giant egos.  I would rather be claimed as who I am by someone who would love and honor me for exactly that, than to sell my talent, truth and passion simply to bend over as a jester on demand....all to live a fake image that I give and do responsible things in the world with my big money; a politically correct performance to gain the public's respect that I succeeded on my own as a woman...Ha!  It's just a BIG LIE!  Let them judge me as a 'stupid, fake blond' for all I care.  I know who I am and I respect the value of being me far more than I care about shallow-led conclusions of envy and mislead hate.   

l don't mind burning bridges over this still, troubled water in exchange for the opportunity to take an entirely different way; A vibrant, freshwater, passionate journey of a soul, intact. Imagine.

Enter Please (timing is everything, as they say): My Knight in Shining Armor...I love you!      

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  My 4AM POST on Facebook:

  I love that I have such a great sense of humor when it comes to the terrorism that is now attacking me for being fat in the cruelest, most evil ways, especially after getting out for a bit of exercise today...right down to photos of a woman wearing an outfit just like I was wearing (that I looked adorable in, I might add,, considering how long it has been since I have actually gone out for some exercise because even though I am apparently 'invisible', I am still the subject of cruel manipulation and harassment when I do...so I have been barricading, instead), who is jogging with an obviously fake, stuffed, bulging belly, captioned on the trolled 'Inside Edition' page that is always blaring on the side bar ads lately, saying "Is it safe to exercise while pregnant? What YOU need to know!"...not to mention all of the ads for Huggies and trolled weight loss and pregnancy harassment attacks suddenly all over any page I visit.
  I am wondering if I accidentally tossed out the "Congratulations Michelle Pisciotta (or Current Resident): You just won a complimentary subscription to 'Live Like A Celebrity Under Constant Attack' Package for the whole family!" notice in the mail. I would have declined, considering the years of stress we have been deliberately manipulated and nearly hobbled with...but I guess anyone in that business knows just who to hire to get this kind of job done and given the slow economy, I imagine the competition is fierce. I really am very lucky...but all things are relative and at this point, the luck I feel is the remaining inspiration to survive.
  
  I have had enough insecurity with weight since I was routinely made to feel awkward and fat as a youngster and into my Adulthood. It was quite painful but I don't live pain anymore. I released these insecurities somewhere in my thirties (though I'm a bit vain...a natural survival mechanism).
  I love me. God does, too. I have a BEAUTIFUL body and I LOVE it and always will. I feel great about myself and nobody can steal that feeling from me ever again. I am lucky, grateful and blessed for that, considering the years of deliberate, monotonous, torture of tear-down, set-up hell I have been delivered through (I am blessed in many ways through all of this)...SECONDLY, kiss my behind, you disgusting, arrogant jerks who I probably wouldn't and haven't even looked twice at!
  
  I see the spectrum of corrupt Corporate Attorneys and their ignorant, small town, big business client idiots, many I used to know...as well as the spoiled, cruel, cookie-cutter offspring of these pompous poops who viciously harass me online and in public...all the way to the catty, jealous gangs of females (many I used to call 'friends', Ha!), full of their own secret, self hate that gets taken out on me in a hopeless effort to mask their own low self esteems and vendettas against their own painful pasts...THROUGH A RAINBOW OF ROSY COLOR.
  ...So go ahead with your attacks but it's your own waste, not mine...you can't hurt me. I only see beauty and the man I will choose one day will feel the same, especially when he sees me(o:
  I do appreciate the harass holes for the courtesy of litmus testing themselves FAR out of any consideration as 'potentials', or should I say, 'wastes of my time'.
  I am a BEAUTIFUL woman from the inside out, even at 43...No, make that ESPECIALLY at 43! I will always feel better than ever! I deserve to feel this way, especially after such a long road of utter torture. I claim this reward of joy. If this inspires you to hate you so much that you punish ME, then maybe you need some therapy. I have always loved others and been far too kind, generous and flattering to the characters of those with secretly hateful motivation...my mistake. I am wiser now.
  Many good people were manipulated away from my life throughout this attack process and I pray they are brought close to me again, somehow. I believe a few will.
  I respect the amazing women who have survived similar undeserved political and social attacks, even if just for standing out as clearly wonderful and strangely blessed...to the point they were pirate raped for nearly all they have.
  Some women don't make it when singled out for attack like this, but I will. I am a Mother Bear, standing up tall. I am willful and strong. I have no fear. God is carrying my sons and I through all of this and I am not ashamed to say this because He has shown me that it's the truth...and if anyone was ever a doubting Thomas in this world, it was most certainly me...He has proven Himself over and over again, through all of this...not just to me, but to my children, as well. We are protected and I no longer doubt.
  I feel what these survivors have felt and I will survive well because I have witnessed them survive well. I would mention some names of women and men I admire with soul appreciation for their examples, but I don't want to forget anyone when I do...but I WILL do this, even if it's coming from one who has been wrongfully framed and sentenced 'invisible' by those who have raped my life in all directions and are now desperately trying to cover it up through epic desire for legal protection and epic financial investment...I am a giver of love as well as I am a worthy receiver of love and like my true beauty, this can never be 'raped' from me, no matter how strong the attacks by nasty crooks towards me or my children.
  I stand strong and joyfully, always. There is no attack that can contend with this, so to me...there is no attack. It's 4 A.M....oh my gosh...Love to the world...Goodnight(o:

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Shooting Starbucks

My Facebook last post:

I now understand the movement against 'big coffee'. Starbucks supports the life raping of it's customers and for all of the money I have spent in their stores, for all of the gift cards I have purchased for past friends and family, not to mention the sleeping homeless I have passed along my walks who woke up to find them, wondering how they got there, for all of the cash I have given to their 'CASA' Non Profit, and all of the generous CASH gratuity I have ALWAYS given to the employees after every purchase (over countless visits over many, many years)...given from my GOOD, SINCERE heart...For all of the mindful, heartfelt conversations I have shared with their Staff and the holiday gifts I have brought to them, sometimes gifts I made myself...I have been harassed by their posts here on Facebook one time too many...just because this company is connected to other companies who create the artists who have stolen from me and need to defend themselves through campaigns of (meant to be) hurtful harassment. I used to think this was a 'human' corporation because this was a daily stop on my daily walk for many, many years. I loved the people there and they loved me, too. I considered them friends. Every day. How disgusting that Corporate wars and their gossip weapons for protection can extinguish something so good, something so worthy and sincerely invested in. Yuck Starbucks. You may be able to purchase the loyalty of others, but my loyalty is reserved for companies that have a spirit of sincere integrity...not hate and greed/gossip based warfare disguised behind 'look how good we are to the world' propaganda. It's a little latte to make up, baby! I support you no longer. Happy Birthday to me(o: I thank God for my preserved soul as I leave a sea of backstab behind me (backwards, of course...like a trained diver...I'm no fool). As I never lose hope, I hope I meet this Corporation someday in the future after it experiences a much needed, internal makeover. I will miss my mochas...but Carmel Coffee Roasting Co. has you beat there, already...by way of kindness, as well as quality consistency. They make the kind of mocha I remember you USED to make...a long time ago. I expect your next Corporate Ego-motivated move is to buy them out now for loyalty to your politics, eh? Of course, I wish the best for you...along with returning every hurtful, warfare message from your company that I have been harassed with....all I send personally is...love. The hate returned here was always yours to begin with. All I have to give, all that comes from my heart is LOVE and HOPE. I hope you can somehow work these vital virtues into your corporate soul before sending it on to your P.R. team to brainstorm it into your next commercial campaign to con the world, along with everything else you do for political profit. Love Always, Michelle Pisciotta (Happy Birthday to ME!)

It's My Birfday!!!!

From my facebook Post today: 

As predicted, it's true what they say about learning all we need to know in Kindergarten, right down to the correct pronunciation...'Fortytude' really DOES come right before...'FortyFree'...(o: (I know I posted something similar months ago...I just think it's appropriate now because I have actually made the Inner-state journey(o: I walked the walk, I can talk the talk. Thank you, Teachers...all of you. You really are heroes...and hisoes...the ones I definitely remember and appreciate the most though, are the Cheeryoes (more Kindergarten wisdom in a nutshell)!

Communication

THIS IS A COMMUNICATION I RECEIVED THIS MORNING FROM THE SCHOOL WHERE MY SON WAS RECENTLY TRANSFERRED, ALONG WITH MY RESPONSE:

Red Rock Medical Clinic nurses@rrrtc.com	9:11 AM (3 hours ago)
to me

Hello from the clinic. Here is Antonio's intake results. Vision 20/50 in both eyes. Hearing normal. UA drug test was positive for THC, BZO, MTD(methadone). TB test was negative. Initial physical exam by Dr. Twiggs was Well child with continued routine care. Any questions please call or email us back. Thank you from the nurses.

MY RESPONSE:

12:28 PM (33 minutes ago) to Red, Tami, mariah, amber, governor, governor, Cindy

Greetings,

How interesting this message is to receive, as it directly contradicts the information i was given by the two hospitals where he was admitted as a patient before he was transferred to Red Rock. 

(Interestingly, when I just sent this email, a separate draft seemed to have sent, rather than the complete message.  Here is the complete message)

This is so suspicious, I am wondering if this is just a fraudulent email within a sea of lies intended to drown the truth.    

I am a diligent parent. I was told by both the Community Hospital of The Monterey Peninsula, as well as Sierra Vista in Sacramento that he was positive for THC, but negative for any other drugs (I asked specifically if there were any other drugs in his system because I was suspicious he was somehow given something deliberately to instigate the 'crazy' behavior that caused me to call 911, regardless of the fact that he had never been out of my sight).  

My son has no friends here and he was supervised at every moment since he left the Victor Treatment Center (where he was staying not as a drug addict (this illusion has been a deliberate 'set up' since it was ever insinuated in order to protect internal corruption), but as a child with Asperger's and Tourette's who was not on the right medication to control his ticks and behaviors and unmanageable due to this...he was deliberately manipulated at this residence).

Because I smoke medical Cannabis, there has been a giant attack with intention to discredit me because of this...not to mention insinuate that I use other drugs, which is simply ridiculous and false.

The slip ups and mistakes made within the frame job (in my opinion, due to too many guilty and arrogant cooks in the kitchen) has decorated this mystery with so many holes and obvious loose ends that I am sometimes embarrassed for the professionals who have interest in protecting themselves here.  

I feel like I am watching clowns in a circus putting on a show and many of these clowns who are just trying to protect themselves, I would actual like to protect, too (just like the audience!), though protecting my sons and myself through this Hell we have been unjustly delivered is my intense priority.  

Secondarily, however, I do realize the magnitude of individuals and their families who would be affected through the exposure of this shocking crime and I do believe there needs to be a sort of 'triage' for the guilty here.  I want this to be a teaching situation, rather than that of a mass burial of sorts.  This circumstance is prime for example and I want this, above all.  It is a train wreck to be examined.  

I have been so peaceful and willing to cooperate all along, if the conclusion is that my son Antonio is healed from all of this without his life being 'used' as prepared CYA (cover your - - -).  I have video of him with his 'textbook' Asperger's and Tourette's behaviors here at home, while this does not coordinate with the set up story that has been created that he is a drug using trouble maker.  This character has been forged for the benefit of those who have used my son for their political movements and this is going to be exposed.  The lies contradict the truth and the proof, however medically and psychologically manipulated.    

I was also told by 'Brian' at Sierra Vista Hospital that he had a vision test and his vision was 20/20.  How interesting this is.  It was also communicated to me by this individual that after he had been vomiting for a few days, they were going to switch his medication from the 'Trileptyl' he was prescribed upon his arrival, to 'Haldol', because Trileptyl has a potential side effect of vomiting.  I was then contacted by the Red Rock facility after he arrived and I was told that he had been started on the 'Trileptyl', to which I responded with curiosity and the relaying of what I was told by the staff at Sierra Vista.  I was told that the only prescription he arrived with was a prescription for Trileptyl which was written on April 26th.  This made sense because it was after this date that this medication was discontinued and he was started on Haldol, though I considered it a bit sloppy that an accurate prescription was not confirmed and included in his exit packet from the hospital.   

I realize there is a strong campaign to create an illusion about my credibility, as I hold serious evidence against many powerful people and this causes so much defensive animosity, that after so much practice on the receiving end of this animosity, I now field harassment and deliberate terror like a trained Olympian.  If this were an Olympic Sport, I deserve a jersey that represents my own country and ticket to London with a team of similar survivors.

I have been socially and economically hobbled through deliberate and coordinated intention, and regardless of the convenient fact that I now have no telephone service, this actually serves to support the chronology of information I have collected.  I  hold my own with complete confidence and intense motivation to expose the criminal corruption that has nearly destroyed our lives and I truly appreciate however your institution intends to help in this intention. Please feel comfortable to email your communication, which is probably a better for official dialogue, anyway. 

I have been conned by many individuals and I have 'banked' certain information I have been given that has seemed suspicious, just for protection.  I am not a fool, though the illusion that I am has been extremely helpful for me, like a Trojan Horse of sorts.  I especially appreciate when particularly arrogant, less seasoned 'professionals' become irresponsibly aggressive with the ridiculous things they will tell me, clearly having been prepared through the 'gossip feed' with some notion that I am oblivious and gullible.  This has been a gift, really.

I am now demanding that my son Antonio be returned to California immediately and I will follow up with individuals here in order to coordinate.

I look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Michelle Pisciotta