January 2014 – the destruction of Boo Frog

There was a lot going on January of 2010, and especially after January 20, when I first reported signs of surveillance to police. Things that happened between January 21 and January 25 included

• me asking my mother to help me purchase a frequency tracer or bug detector – this actually would have been one of the smartest and most efficient things for me to have done at the time, but these things were difficult to find, and for us, expensive. It would have been completely reasonable expense for my parents, however, considering what was at stake – but it seems like – and this is bizarre to me, even to this day – my parents were on the other side of this.
• me speaking with a social worker at OHSU about all of this stuff (the records she kept are twisted and defamatory)
• me attempting to create a fundraiser to deal with these issues, including for the purposes of contacting an attorney (it received no contributions at all)
• me having my mom forcing tranquilizers (Ativan) on me
• me coming home from the library to see Chris, my mom, Nathan, and Doug moving electronics out of the home including Chris’ speakers and my laptop. The rationale behind this seems to have been that they thought that I would be “worried” about surveillance devices in the electronics. In reality, I was anticipating a court case, and I wanted to preserve evidence, so this was the last thing I wanted to see. Chris essentially seemed to be in a trance at this point. He didn’t seem to really understand what I wanted or even what was going on. He seemed very suggestible. He seemed to believe all of this was his idea, but I strongly suspect it was my mom or Nathan. It took days to get my laptop and the other electronics back.

Other weird things were going on while these guys were moving stuff. I found some Halloween decorations in our yard that had been in the closet downstairs. My car and house keys had vanished from the normal hook where I’d had them hung, and showed up hooked over a screen in our downstairs bedroom. All the pens in the home vanished. And a collage my brother had given me was vandalized. It was titled something like “magnificent assemblage” and had a number of items including a frog fastened to it with springy paper, like the frog was jumping. The frog had been torn off of the collage and thrown to the the floor.

I tried to tell Chris about this later and it just made him angry because I was implying – and correctly – that one of those guys, Nathan or Doug, had done that and that it was symbolic of the idea of destroying our band, Boo Frog. Because that’s exactly what happened. We never played together as Boo Frog again. Another indication of this as a plan was the frog’s head that appeared hanging over the porch across the courtyard that was linked to Claudia Gehrke. It was not a tribute but a threat.

Similarly, days later, Chris’ mother’s wedding ring was stolen off my finger, symbolic of destroying Chris and my plans to marry. It’s because the behavior control system is so powerful, and Chris was stuck in its thrall.

When the laptop bag was returned to me, someone planted methadone in it. And when the sheriffs came after me, they looked for it.

Fortunately, I’d found it first.