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Neuro Implants Test Subject
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January 30, 2003
Based on true events and actual people…
In the start of 2002, I wouldn’t say that I was truly happy, just content that things where looking better at the time. During 2001, we had a great Easter and a good vacation at the 2001 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City.
I never wanted to become a national security threat, but when you realize your wife married someone else, abandon her husband and our children, and claimed she was abducted by a Private Military Research Organization (BMI) you really have no choice. The past year was the worst year of my life, during which I almost claimed insanity! What would you do if your wife never came home from work one night?
I woke up early April 3rd, 2002 to find she was not lying next to me. I instantly thought she had just woken up earlier, so I checked the driveway from our bedroom window just to verify that she was home. To my surprise, her car was not there. I checked the caller ID and there were no new calls, checked my mobile phone – nothing. I tried to call her mobile phone and got her voice mail, so I left a message. At that time, I was really getting worried. I called the local police to check if my wife was in a car accident, in custody or something. Next, I called all the surrounding local Private Detectives, then called the State Police and reported her missing. There were no leads. I had to get my children ready for school so I acted like everything was fine and sent the kids off - I told them mommy went to the store. I then called my dad and told him how Donna never came home. He suggested that I back track her route to possibly find her car. Taking my dad’s advice I went for the ride twice through the state forest before proceeding on to the highway with no sign of the car or Donna. I finally get to the club where she worked and asked the manager and other employees for any input. The only clue I received was from the male bartender who said he saw Donna leave work early around 11pm, followed by a lady in a black car. This blew my mind, so I sucked down a drink to calm my nerves, thanked the bartender and left on my quest to find my wife. I went through surrounding parking lots, building, malls and hotels, before heading back home. As soon as I reached the highway I found her car in the breakdown lane, ten ft. from a call box. The car’s two right tires were slashed, her coat was lying inside on the back seat and an untouched sandwich and drink on the passenger seat. Her cell phone charger was there, but no sign of the phone. I also noticed an orange sticker on the windshield by the state police. I called them immediately to ask why they didn’t tell me they tagged her car when I called earlier that day. They said I did not give them my mobile phone number and they had just tagged the car 15 minutes prior to me finding her car. Soon after, they sent an officer down. In the meantime, I used the digital camera that I had in my car to take pictures of the evidence, just in case they didn’t. (Sure enough, they didn’t.)
Once the officer arrived I started inundating him with the details I found out previously at the club. I was asking him what we need to do to find her.
I told him to take the car and hold it for evidence and he told me to go home and try to relax. He also told they need to give it another 24 hours for a missing person investigation to start. So I went back home, dazed and confused… *SNIP* called everyone she and I knew. Then I called her mom. Her mom is a real piece of work. Donna had called her a few hours ago telling her that she is with a friend and she is okay. She also told her that she was afraid to come home because I blew up her tires that night. She also made a reference to the CSI episode I brought up to Donna a few days before in small talk. It was the one where the bus driver who got fired from his job and started putting some chemicals in the tires of busses. The tires would burst when a certain number of miles where put on the wheel due to a chemical reaction. The whole story was bull# and I knew something was going on and it was not normal.
I had talked to Donna that night at 9:30pm. She told me she loved me and that she was going to the store to pick up the kids Lunchables for the morning. EVERY THING WAS FINE THEN! Her mom’s statement about their conversation was not making sense to me and I tried to tell her something else must be going on. She did not seem very worried and that made me sick.
The next morning, April 4th, I got a call from one of our mutual friends, Filicia, who told me that Donna left her a weird message and that I better get over there quick. She was very worried about Donna’s well-being and from the sound of her voice I said OK. I also called the State Police to come listen to the message. This message was unbelievable. “it me Donna, I need help, I am in a lot of trouble, Columbus, OH, BMI Kings Ave, I am going to die soon, please tell Bobby I need his help” This was the 1st of seven voice messages Donna left. Implicating an abduction by Military Researchers known as (BMI) Battelle Memorial Institute also my neighbors. Now the State Police where kind of wierded out so I had to explain to them who BMI was – at the time the FBI was investigating them for the anthrax scare. And I already has some reason to believe that this was in fact, the truth. Since Donna had already made claims about BMI was using her and my son as a guinea pig for studies on micro implants and God knows what else. She referred to a Project Stork, and Project Grunge in her voice messages.
I was determined on finding her and bringing down this multi billion dollar research organization. And let the world know, so I started to put all the data I collected over the past two years like photos of the black helicopters that would hover and circle our home, the photos small engine plane that would stall its engine and glide over our home. The Vans, and Cars that would park behind the trees for extended time and then drive off, and the unmentionables… The things I did not want to remember came back to me in full force.
The time we took our son in for an MRI at Childrens Hospital 1999, Donna had a convulsion in that room and that night she had a nasty headache and behind her ears it looked like something was poking up from under her skin. I though at first that is was normal but, she never had them before and she wanted me to look closer. So I did, I even got a pin to maybe lance the pimple like things but no fluid would come out like if it where a zit. Instead I feel a smooth glass like rounded thing and then I get a shock! “What the *SNIP*?!” I said, she asked me if I head that, I said “Static?” she said she heard a sound like two wine glasses toasting… a “ding”. This was really the beginning of this story and then from that point on things just started getting weirder.
I really did put her affair with my next-door neighbor behind, because she told me that it was not an affair but rather something else happened to her that night went Marc came over while I was in Hong Kong. She originally told me she had an affair because she was afraid to tell me she was rapped or drugged and not even sure she was raped and felt something else happened to her. She did not want me to go kill him in a rage. Marc the guy next-door is a cabinet maker his wife is the scientist for BMI. Together, she said, they put where involved in putting those things in her head.
Now this is where it gets stranger, again I am in Hong Kong, and Donna is complaining about weird cars parking out side and helicopters over the house and is a little on edge. So when I came back from Hong Kong she was relieved I was home. I was only home for about 5 days and then had to go to Dallas for another Toy Convention. We are lying in bed and Donna asked me to put my hand on her belly because she feels something not normal. She puts her hand over mine and I felt something move around. At first I said “Are you pregnant? She said this is no baby Bobby, look at it, what the hell is in me? It looked like a huge parasite moving from under her ribs to around her belly button. I had to get a camcorder to tape this because not only did she have something in her she also had marks below her belly button so I put it all on video. I wanted her to get up and go to the doctors as soon as possible, I was going to take her, but she refused to go. I had to think of a way to get her out of the house so the next two days I laid low, and then said we are all going out to dinner. I had to put Donna coat on and escort her and the kids out to the car. I had all intentions of bringing her to the doctors after we got some food. I headed out to go to the local Charlie Horse restaurant as I get on the High Way I noticed to my left two air force jets going very fast and very loud over the Plymouth Bay and I made a comment to Donna about those jets, I remember saying look at those guys! They must be after something; I never see jets going that fast that low in Plymouth… I am used to seeing jets at OTIS AFB on in Mashpee where my Office is, they always do training in the skies in Sandwich and Mashpee. But this did not seem like a training exercise I have seen. This was like air show material… Any way nothing was going to surprise me know. Ok, so I exit the Highway and pull into the parking lot of the Charlie Horse but it seemed to be a lot of cars so I pull right up front and told Donna and the Kids I would run in and check to see how long of a wait there was. I open my door and just glance up, as it is dusk now, I see over to the left of the restaurant up in the tall oaks a big black triangle stealth bomber thing hovering over the trees, it had no sound and a few white lights and it stopped me in my tracks. I got back in to the car and turned to Donna and quietly said, not to alert the children, there is something up their. She turned to me and said with an evil teath grinding voice “Shut the *SNIP up.” And look into my eyes.. and at that point I was a zombie, I pull out of the Charlie Horse and went to KFC then home, then the next day I was happy to get the hell out of Plymouth and try to enjoy some normalcy in Dallas.
I called her mom from Dallas after have a few drinks and tried to explain what the hell was going on with Donna and to go see her and stay with her be cause she kept calling worried about the helicopters over the house and she was scared. Well her mom thought I was over reacting and she told me she would call her and see if she was ok. Ok so I get back from Dallas and the thing is gone and I am still on edge looking at every car, truck, plane, helicopter and person. I was determined to figure out what the hell was happing to my wife – my life?
Now since I found out about the “rape/affair” with Marc, terrible things where happening to my neighbors like window getting smashed on the cars and home windows, a letter was put in a mail box threatening Marc to stay away from a new girl friend, a rock with a death threat and the mail boxes getting smashed, or painted, even tuna fish was put in to the mail box… and who do you think was getting blamed for all of this. ME, the police had me come down to do a handwriting analysis with both hands for the letter. They already had the sample when the rock said “die” so I did not have to do it again. The last thing that happened to them was in April 2001. Some one tried to burn the new fence Marc had put up. Who did police accuse for this? Me! But I never did anything but shoot bottle rockets at Marc in July 2000 when he was out side mowing the lawn. That was my payback, It was harmless and fun. I found out who did all this, and it was Donna, she had other people do her dirty work, babysitters and high school football players where the one causing all the havoc.
I started calling the FBI and FAA on the planes and choppers making reports and getting good photos with my new 1800 mm lens and my 800 mm lens, I was getting photos of pilots faces, the phone would not stop clicking, private number hang-ups, Donna even caught Marc and Debbie monitoring all our calls. These people were getting all off our incoming caller IDs at their house and we proved it through the Tel Company (ZTel) and Police. Speaking of telephones how many people have a number like 224-0000? I always thought that was an odd number. One morning the phone was making some real short rings and a lot of clicks and pops so I jet. out the house and go down to the network at an intersection down the street and sure enough I see a marine looking guy combat boots, grey hooded sweatshirt and jeans, stalkey build with grey hair and very light blue eyes and a freaky scientist looking guy, curly brown hair and polyester pants with a tan Members Only coat and glasses from the 80’s working quickly scrambling on his knees inside the big network box with his own black tool box by his side. So I pull up and observe while I place a call to Verison whom owns the network to ask if anyone is scheduled to work on this right now and they said no one is supposed to be working on that network and only Verison personnel are allowed to open it. These guys where not Verison, so Verison was to call police down, in the mean time I approached the two and said “Hey.. What are you doing?” The marine guy looked and walked over to me slowly and said we are fixing transponders… I said, Oh you are with ZTel? He said, “Yeh… No! Verison”.. Then he said “why don’t you mind you *SNIP business and get out of here!” I said “This is my business, stop tapping my phone!” He started to walk closer while unzipping his sweatshirt that had some bulk under it, I said “Hey! I never forget a face!” and my queue to leave was approaching. So spinning my tires in the dirt kicking up the dust was how I left it.
In 2001 I had several Nannies’ that Donna had hired, none of them where worth the money I paid them. Accept for the Brazilian… The first Nanny for my son I leaned she worked with Debbie at Battelle, she did not last long. Their was another one that Donna hired that took my son to a doctor (that’s what my son said). I followed her one day because she was out too much with my son. So on the 15th of May 2001 I told her not to take him out to day, stay home. I then drove to a hidden spot next to the forest entrance. About ½ hr later I see her drive by with my Son. So I followed her from way behind making sure I had cars in between. Well I got hung up at a light and she got on the highway and I lost her. So I went back to the spot and waited 2 hrs and she came drive by. I gave it about 1 min before I returned home. When I got home she was very nervous waving a newspaper. I asked her why the car seat was in the car, did you go out? She said “Oh, I just went to the store for a newspaper. I said asked her what store, she replied May Flower. That is all I needed to hear was a lie, I knew she did not go to that store because I would have seen her, she got on the highway. I said to her you can go home today, I’ll see you tomorrow ok? Then she left, she also had my sons car seat. I go in side the house and look at the newpaper.. It was dated the 13th. She did not even get a paper! I told Donna, she called her up the girl said I Fired her when in fact I just told her I would see you tomorrow you can take the rest of the day off. I never confronted the girl until Donna handed me the phone. I told her I followed her and I know you did not go to Mayflower and the newpaper was dated the 13th. So where did you take my son? She said “Don’t ever call me again!” click. Then she brought the car seat to the Plymouth Police the next evening because Donna had called and left a message to bring our car seat back. The Police call me up and say your nanny left the car seat here can you come get it? I said I would get it in the morning, because it was almost 9pm and a good movie just started. About 30 min later an officer shows up with an attitude and asked me to step out side to sign a release form. I was not sure what this was all about so I follow him to his cruiser and he told me he has the car seat in the back, puts the pen and the release form on the hood of his car and says “sing it”… I did, then he said “The seat is in the back – get it out.” I was very thankful and I expressed my gratitude for bringing this to me… I put out my and to shake and he says “its not my *SNIP* job to bring your personal poo to you” I say, “Oh Really?” then he says “*SNIP you!” I was shocked! So I said “*SNIP You Too! What you badge number?” He gave me a bogus number. Then he drives out down my street then turns around and goes very slow by the house and my BMI neighbors home, I notice that someone is flicking their outside light at the cop. I was dumbfounded to say the least but not surprised, I am getting used to the weird. But, I was not going to treated with such disrespect and let him get away with it, so I called the police to make the complaint and the next day I went to the station and fill out a written complaint. A few days later the captain calls me and says he listened to the recordings and I did say I would pick the car seat up in the morning and the officer was way out of line. Then the officer calls me and apologizes to me. I should sue…
This is not the first time I was mistreated by the Police in Plymouth, When we moved to our new home the 1st year I had a Lab named Max and he would always run off in to the state forest and meat up with the hunters. The dog was registered to Donna and a 20 dollar leash law fine was never paid. So one Monday morning an officer comes to the door and asks for me. I come down in my bathrobe and the officer places me under arrest. I had no clue what was going on, I was then taken to the station, finger printed, mug shot and then transferred to the courthouse in handcuffs and foot shackles to be arraigned. When the judge found out that I was being shackled and cuffed for a Civil Infraction and Treated like a murderer he immediately motioned to the bailiff “ remove the shackles and cuffs and get him out of here”, I paid a 5$ court cost cash to the DA to dismiss the charges. I was pissed and I still am, I should sew the pants off Plymouth Police for this.
While I am talking about dogs, I never did mention after we gave Max away to the dog officer we got a new dog, one that would listen to us and protect the home. We had several break-ins and all my family videos where stolen with the camcorder, jewelry and the usual stuff… So I got a nice male German Shepard dog. I named him Hero and at 5 months old, someone put out a bowl on anti-freeze for him and he dies after taking him to Tufts Animal Hospital. The only thing that could have saved him was a new kidney transplant, and that would have been $30,000.00 plus med flight to Canada. So I had to pull the plug. The Police never gave to poo about this, a dog officer took the statement of the poisoning. We where all devastated and angered. There are some sick people out their.
Thank God for nice people like Hero’s breeder Pia, she gave us his sister Gundi because she felt so bad for my daughter. Gundi is still with us today, but I figured Gundi needs a friend so I got Lieka, again 5 months old and she gets stolen from me…. I was furious and determined to get her back, my daughter said she herd Lieka yelping at in our neighbors home so I went over and they wouldn’t even come to the door, I knocked and rang the bell, and I even heard them talking in the bedroom because the sky light was open. I heard Marc and Debbie saying ignore him shhhh... The police would not check it out for me either, so I was stuck! That night I made posters and placed adds for the missing dog drove all through the forest and a non stop hunt. About 1 week into my dogs abduction I get a call from a guy who says he has my dog but does not want to give her back. The moron was calling from a pay phone at a local liquor store that showed up on caller ID, so I put the guy on hold and call the police, they did nothing…. I switched back to the guy and told him I want my dog back, the police are on their way… he said OH, Thanks! I Call you back…. Never heard from him, or the police, so I call my local paper and they ran a front page story on this and a day after the story came out the Sheriffs Dept called me to donate a new dog so I had a new beautiful Belgium Shepard but it was not my Lieka, that same evening Plymouth Police Called around 8pm and said they think they have my dog, they wanted me to read off her ID # that was in her ear, so I did and they said it matched. I ask them who found the dog, and the Police said that the people wanted to remain anonymous. The follow up story also made front page and had some nice questions for the Police as to why a felon could get off so easy, I want to press charges on who ever was involved. I shelled out thousands of dollars printing laminated posters all over mass and I wanted to be compensated. What ever, I got my dog back and that’s how I planned to get my wife back. Put the pressure on… Oh, I heard it was a local cop who had my dog…
Ok, now that you know some of my past I’ll take you back to a fews days after Donnas abduction I have told the kids the mommy is ok and she will come back soon, she is taking a vacation… in the meantime I am getting no help from the local police, State Police DAA are now investigating and I have also notified the FBI since this has now been taken out of state to Ohio, where Donna says she is. Why no one went to the address to get her out is beyond me, so I was ready to do it my self, it was time to get my connection in order get the ammo, the AK’s and go on a road trip. I was on my way I had my mom stay with the kids, I never told them what I was up too, but then the FBI contacted me and said your going to get your self killed, you cant go in get her, GO HOME…. So I went to Friendly Ice-Cream to have some dinner… Just as I walked in a Marine walked in holding a Bible and sat across from me and ordered a coffee… I just thought at the time I was being watched by all kinds of government officials. Heck I sent emails to the President of the USA demanding my wife be returned to me, I also sent the same pleas to Governors, Senators and NBC, CNN, CBS, ABC… all I could do. But every time I mentioned BMI the media would not run it. I finish my sandwich and walk out side, I see the Marines car, a old brown Buick, so I rip off the Buick Hood Ornament just to make me feel better and go home.
Thanks to all the messages Donna left with friends, she said she could not call me, only the people they (BMI) said she could call, Donna didn’t even have to give them the numbers, BMI already new them. So I started a web page with all the voice messages, the “video” I took in March 2000 of Donna, and every thing else I could find relative to the voice messages. Documents on Project Stork, Blue Book and Grunge, all had BMI relations dated back to the 1040’s…. This was getting very interesting but on the same token I was getting more and more paranoid. I did not sleep I was a working machine, gathering info, contacting radio stations in OH, and in MA, Sheriff Dept in OH, FBI on OH… and on April 9th after receiving 2 additional voice messages from Donna saying that she will be dead in a day, they are taking out the implants. I was on the virge of a massive breakdown. I called the Plymouth Police and talked to the Capitan and ask if he could have frequent patrols by my house to ensure I was safe and no suspicious cars are lurking. Well they never sent a single car…. A few hours later I noticed out my kitchen window a car parked out side with a clear view of my son playing in our playground. I could not get a clear view of the car because the trees at my angle where blocking my view. So I go out side and adjust my angle so I can see the car through the a wide clearing in the trees. The car had a clear view and path and he appeared to be watching my son… When I got a clear line of vision with the man in the car he also had a clear line of vision with me and started to drive off. I then said to my self, no way is this car getting away with out an explanation. So I get my toy gun in my car and tuck it under my sweatshirt and start a fast pase walk up my driveway, the car notices me advancing so he starts to drive off. Well I ran up and made that car stop by yelling “wait! Wait! My wife is missing! I have a question! Wait!” the guy didn’t give two poos and kept going so I jumped in front of the car and said “Stop!” with my hand out like a crossing guard. I then approached the driver side and his window was open about ¼ and he was talking on a head set to someone. I repeated my self to him and asked him who and what is he doing hear, My wife is missing and I have been working with the FBI and State Police trying to find her…. The prick rolls his window up! I unzipped my sweatshirt and exposed the butt of the toy gun and said “Role down you God Dam Window Now!” he did, a crack, and said I am call the police! I said Fine and went to back of the car and got the plate and then called the police to report this suspicious guy, whom I had a feeling I knew, but none the less I could not tust anyone not even my neighbors for the obvious reasons. Well about 10 minutes later I get a call from the Police saying this guy is pressing Assault charges on me and an officer is coming down to take the gun and a statement. So now I am in the middle of an Assault charge that I am taking to Trial because this guy has no compassion as to what I was going through. I can’t wait for trial date, Duress is my plea and I cant wait for the Judge and Jury to hear the Voice Recordings…
So after that incident I call my doctor and ask him for some medicine to calm me down. He asked me to come in first, so before I left I got the voice recordings and the video of Donna from March 2000 and went to the doctors. I told him what happened and he felt I did need some Zanex, then I figured I would show him the video of Donna and maybe get a professional opinion as to what the heck was in her stomach. Well needless to say He almost committed me on the spot, he told me to stay and wait for the ambulance to come and take me to Plymouth Hospital. I assured him I was fine and the Zanex should do the trick but he wouldn’t budge. So I booked it out of their and fill my prescription and took two and felt like a king! The next day the Local Reporter from NBC wanted to come down and do an interview and I was feeling pretty good with the help of the medication but I still could not stop thinking about the “weird stuff”. The interview went well, I did not bring up the past, and they took photographs of Donna, and a video of me and the kids playing on the swings… and then as she was leaving I felt the urge to tell this reporter about BMI and showed her a picture of the Black Helicopter… I think I freaked her out, I should have not said that these people are already under investigation for the anthrax virus scare just after 911. Man the days after 911 where tough, I remember my wife that morning saying to me what’s wrong with Debbie, she seem too happy, Like someone died… and about 1 hr later the 1st plane hit the WTC. Later that afternoon around 2 o’clock, I was out on my deck with my wife and daughter and I notice 5 small lights in formation whizzing by from the northeast ski to south in the direction to Otis AFB. I did not even bother telling anyone but my friend at NORAD in Manitoba Canada who had called me that next day. He was a big help to me, because Donna had said she was taken in to and Air force base 10 min away from BMI and The University of Columbus. The only active base was 30 mi east of Columbus, but in 1950 the base 11 miles south of BMI was closed, it was an inactive base. How would she know that a closed base was in OH if she was not their? I went on map quest and did an Arial view search of the area and sure enough I found the Base with planes and cars and a lot of activity for a closed base according to NORAD. More fuel to the fire….
I had to hire a PI because I was getting the runaround from every Law Enforcement around, so I made a private call from a hotel to an x FBI agent my attorney was friendly with and hooked up the computer and transferred the voice recording files to him through the hotel phone lines. I thought I was slick and I knew my home was bugged or at least phone was tapped. Then I came home and my mom, dad, sisters all wanted me to go to the hospital because my doctor call my mom and suggested I check in to get checked. I was very hesitant and I would not go to Plymouth, so I said I will go and get an evaluation at Weymouth Hospital. My dad and sister came for the ride and stayed by my side the hold time. Well after talking with the on call psychologist she thought it would be better to take me to Norward Hospital, well at least if I was going to check in some ware it aught to be the place where I check in at birth. I was born their and was ready to die their too. So I get transferred to the psycho ward in the evening around 9pm. I go through all the paper signing and routine questions and say good bye to my dad who I haven’t seen cry since his mom and dad passed away. The doctors their in Norward where not very nice, but I played the game, I did not act crazy but I did hesitate on taking the new meds that were given to me. But I took them be cause the doctor knows best… I had the worst gas of my life, I must have farted 50 times in 4 hrs, it was either the turkey I eat or the medication. That passed overnight and I got a good nights sleep. I woke up in the hospital bed early and found my self not knowing what the day will bring. I was completely out of the loop and still wondering what was going on with my wife. I knew I had to get out of this place, my children needed me their not locked up. Its bad enough they lost a mom but a dad too? I had to play the game… I was very helpful I had no outbursts until I wanted to have smoke, but the nicorette gum helped. No one was aloud out to smoke, no out door activity or patio, we where all like rats in a cage and the conditions where not helping me or the others. But I had to be strong to get out… I was their for 5 days, not even saw out side, confined to this 1 floor of crazy people, some where ok. This girl that had check in the day I did worked for the Department of Defense which I found out later she told me she was worked for the Foxboro Company, an other young guy around 25 was an Army Ranger who was seeing things as a result of some drugs the Army gave him in Columbia. He was a sniper who blew some ones head off. He got out in 2 day and he admitted seeing things! The DOD girl got out in 4 days, she called me when two days after I got out and had a crises and she said she was in the area and needed to talk to someone. So I let her come over, she was so interested in what I had in my computer and the she checked her email from her hotmail account and all her mail was from military…She showed me an email with George Bush’s head on super models bodies, it was rather amusing… Then she wanted more than a friend she tried to kiss me and I said no way. It was time for her to leave so I walked her out side to her caravan and notice a sticker on the windshield it was a Department of Defense Sticker. I asked her why she has that sticker and she replied so I can get into any base in I want to. OK see ya later, I’ll call you… That was the end of that.
So I am back taking Zanex when my sister call me up to tell me that her daughters boyfriend did some internet searching and found Donna name on a Las Vegas Marriage certificate to a John Levins, they where married on April 19th. This just blew me away… I thought this was a hoax, a deterrent to the truth. I called my PI and told him why did he not figure this out? I was pissed, so I gave him the info to run a check on this guy Donna married and it came back squeaky clean. The guy was a news paper truck driver a real looser divorced and settled a $40,000.00 sum from his ex and is 48 yrs old. When I found this out I had to know if my daughter ever met this guy. After school I picked up my daughter and ask her if she had ever met a man that was mostly grey a little shorter than me and drove a black pick up truck… She immediately started to cry and said that she was not to tell me about him, she wanted to but…. She then told me what happened one night while I was in Hong Kong in Jan 2002. It was late at night and she wanted a drink so she came down stairs to get some water and she heard some noise coming from the basement so she walked down the stairs and saw his boots on the floor and he was on top of mommy naked! She also to me that one day Donna met him at Home Depot, gave him a hug and kiss and some money… He also rented her a movie Princes Diaries - that mother #er was in my house!
A few days pass with no new leads, it’s around 7pm and my daughter is upstairs watching TV and I am down in my office working on the web sight emailing every contact that was in the Department of Defense girls address book. I was slick I invited all the Army people to the web sight. So around 7 PM the phone rings and my daughter pick up the phone on the 1st ring, I though it was one of her friends calling again, but this time my Daughter come running down the stairs and say it was mommy! I disconnected mommy! She was crying and asking me where she was and what’s going on… the phone range again and I answered and It was Donna, asking for help, rambling on about BMI, and Our Neighbors and Project Stork….. I said to Donna tell your daughter you are ok and you love her, I handed the phone to my daughter and Donna hung up. I then called the state police to talk to the detective and as I was talking to him I get a call from one Donna’s friends she said she just got a call from Donna and not on her cell phone. I told her I just got a call too but it was on my Mobil phone, I asked her to hang up at once and dial *57 to trace the call, then call me back. Sure enough the trace complete and I told the detective who was still on the line the details. He then traced the call to Seattle Wa, Johns Sisters home, who works as Defense Attorney for BMI on a private level, and who is a lesbian married to a woman who works for Boing.
Donna says this is what saved her, The Detective says that Johns sister kicked them out, Donna said that when the police called the home and spoke to Johns sister and told her that Donna is already married to me and has two children the sister did not want anything to do with them. Donna said that John took off, gave Donna $300.00 and said we will ruin you life if you try to fight BMI, they told her not to come home to me and the kids. Then she was gone again - this time with out John. I started getting text messages for an Albuquerque, NM number saying that my son is and wife are freaks of nature and why do you love you wife so much. I also got text messages saying that they where going to take my son. Then I got a text message saying my wife was dead. I then call my cousin in San Antonio who is a homicide detective for the Sheriff Dept. He was very helpful in finding out where Donna was. She was dancing in a Strip Club called TD’s and had made some additional calls to the number on the text message. Text messages from Donna where now being sent by Donna, asking me if I love her and If I had anything to do with what was going on.. I convinced her via text to come home under one circumstance you check in to Mass General Hospital for an complete physical and psychological exam. She agreed to this but would not accept any money from me… I found out later that her mom knew where she was and had wired her money with out telling me. Donna was playing sides, telling her mom I was the one she was running from, and She was telling me BMI was the ones responsible. Well the end of June she came back and I went to see her at Mass General, She got fat! And she was fake to me, but I had to see her, I still loved her even after what everyone said to me she is playing you like a fool. I truly believed that she was in danger and forced to do what BMI told her to do. They could have used scare tactics like threats of killing me or something. Well that’s how I had to rationalize the events. Donna stayed at her mom house for a few days and I took the kids to see her. Man, where the kids excited to see her the smiles and joy brought tears to my eye that day. That what I was looking for all along! I did not car what anyone had to say about Donna, then my PI gave me a letter and the letter state the Donna had a plan to drive me crazy and get me committed or arrested then kidnap the children and assume a new identity out of state, this info he state was from a person who wanted to remain anonymous. I confronted Donna and let her read my PI’s Statement and she got pissed. I wanted to know the truth about her.. I am giving her the benefit of the doubt and I did take her back my home. I would not let her leave or be alone with the children. I kept a close eye on things. The kids where happy she was back, I was relieved she was OK but still had many unanswered questions. So I waited a few more days for Donna to open up but every time I would bring up the truth she would blow it off, then she start to argue with me, she started getting physical with me, she tried to make me loose my cool so she could get me arrested but I kept cool and call the police on her. They came down and talked. I did not want another seen I just wanted them to calm her down not arrest her. They did just that, they respected my wishes and calmed her down and warned her if another call comes in she is going to be arrested. The next day Donna Left again, this time she went to Miami, and got nasty she is living with John down their and at first she would call and like every thing was my fault and I am not letting her see the kids. She started going crazy calling me weekly wanting her roller blades sent to her moms, her books ect…. She got squat… I would not give her the time of day until she gave me an address or phone number, but every thing is so secret with her and John. She told me she got a huge settlement from BMI and is very well of living in Miami… I haven’t heard from her since December 28th…. Her last know address was an extended stay hotel in Miami Fl with no forwarding address under the name Levins…
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Based on true events and actual people…
In the start of 2002, I wouldn’t say that I was truly happy, just content that things where looking better at the time. During 2001, we had a great Easter and a good vacation at the 2001 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City.
I never wanted to become a national security threat, but when you realize your wife married someone else, abandon her husband and our children, and claimed she was abducted by a Private Military Research Organization (BMI) you really have no choice. The past year was the worst year of my life, during which I almost claimed insanity! What would you do if your wife never came home from work one night?
I woke up early April 3rd, 2002 to find she was not lying next to me. I instantly thought she had just woken up earlier, so I checked the driveway from our bedroom window just to verify that she was home. To my surprise, her car was not there. I checked the caller ID and there were no new calls, checked my mobile phone – nothing. I tried to call her mobile phone and got her voice mail, so I left a message. At that time, I was really getting worried. I called the local police to check if my wife was in a car accident, in custody or something. Next, I called all the surrounding local Private Detectives, then called the State Police and reported her missing. There were no leads. I had to get my children ready for school so I acted like everything was fine and sent the kids off - I told them mommy went to the store. I then called my dad and told him how Donna never came home. He suggested that I back track her route to possibly find her car. Taking my dad’s advice I went for the ride twice through the state forest before proceeding on to the highway with no sign of the car or Donna. I finally get to the club where she worked and asked the manager and other employees for any input. The only clue I received was from the male bartender who said he saw Donna leave work early around 11pm, followed by a lady in a black car. This blew my mind, so I sucked down a drink to calm my nerves, thanked the bartender and left on my quest to find my wife. I went through surrounding parking lots, building, malls and hotels, before heading back home. As soon as I reached the highway I found her car in the breakdown lane, ten ft. from a call box. The car’s two right tires were slashed, her coat was lying inside on the back seat and an untouched sandwich and drink on the passenger seat. Her cell phone charger was there, but no sign of the phone. I also noticed an orange sticker on the windshield by the state police. I called them immediately to ask why they didn’t tell me they tagged her car when I called earlier that day. They said I did not give them my mobile phone number and they had just tagged the car 15 minutes prior to me finding her car. Soon after, they sent an officer down. In the meantime, I used the digital camera that I had in my car to take pictures of the evidence, just in case they didn’t. (Sure enough, they didn’t.)
Once the officer arrived I started inundating him with the details I found out previously at the club. I was asking him what we need to do to find her.
I told him to take the car and hold it for evidence and he told me to go home and try to relax. He also told they need to give it another 24 hours for a missing person investigation to start. So I went back home, dazed and confused… *SNIP* called everyone she and I knew. Then I called her mom. Her mom is a real piece of work. Donna had called her a few hours ago telling her that she is with a friend and she is okay. She also told her that she was afraid to come home because I blew up her tires that night. She also made a reference to the CSI episode I brought up to Donna a few days before in small talk. It was the one where the bus driver who got fired from his job and started putting some chemicals in the tires of busses. The tires would burst when a certain number of miles where put on the wheel due to a chemical reaction. The whole story was bull# and I knew something was going on and it was not normal.
I had talked to Donna that night at 9:30pm. She told me she loved me and that she was going to the store to pick up the kids Lunchables for the morning. EVERY THING WAS FINE THEN! Her mom’s statement about their conversation was not making sense to me and I tried to tell her something else must be going on. She did not seem very worried and that made me sick.
The next morning, April 4th, I got a call from one of our mutual friends, Filicia, who told me that Donna left her a weird message and that I better get over there quick. She was very worried about Donna’s well-being and from the sound of her voice I said OK. I also called the State Police to come listen to the message. This message was unbelievable. “it me Donna, I need help, I am in a lot of trouble, Columbus, OH, BMI Kings Ave, I am going to die soon, please tell Bobby I need his help” This was the 1st of seven voice messages Donna left. Implicating an abduction by Military Researchers known as (BMI) Battelle Memorial Institute also my neighbors. Now the State Police where kind of wierded out so I had to explain to them who BMI was – at the time the FBI was investigating them for the anthrax scare. And I already has some reason to believe that this was in fact, the truth. Since Donna had already made claims about BMI was using her and my son as a guinea pig for studies on micro implants and God knows what else. She referred to a Project Stork, and Project Grunge in her voice messages.
I was determined on finding her and bringing down this multi billion dollar research organization. And let the world know, so I started to put all the data I collected over the past two years like photos of the black helicopters that would hover and circle our home, the photos small engine plane that would stall its engine and glide over our home. The Vans, and Cars that would park behind the trees for extended time and then drive off, and the unmentionables… The things I did not want to remember came back to me in full force.
The time we took our son in for an MRI at Childrens Hospital 1999, Donna had a convulsion in that room and that night she had a nasty headache and behind her ears it looked like something was poking up from under her skin. I though at first that is was normal but, she never had them before and she wanted me to look closer. So I did, I even got a pin to maybe lance the pimple like things but no fluid would come out like if it where a zit. Instead I feel a smooth glass like rounded thing and then I get a shock! “What the *SNIP*?!” I said, she asked me if I head that, I said “Static?” she said she heard a sound like two wine glasses toasting… a “ding”. This was really the beginning of this story and then from that point on things just started getting weirder.
I really did put her affair with my next-door neighbor behind, because she told me that it was not an affair but rather something else happened to her that night went Marc came over while I was in Hong Kong. She originally told me she had an affair because she was afraid to tell me she was rapped or drugged and not even sure she was raped and felt something else happened to her. She did not want me to go kill him in a rage. Marc the guy next-door is a cabinet maker his wife is the scientist for BMI. Together, she said, they put where involved in putting those things in her head.
Now this is where it gets stranger, again I am in Hong Kong, and Donna is complaining about weird cars parking out side and helicopters over the house and is a little on edge. So when I came back from Hong Kong she was relieved I was home. I was only home for about 5 days and then had to go to Dallas for another Toy Convention. We are lying in bed and Donna asked me to put my hand on her belly because she feels something not normal. She puts her hand over mine and I felt something move around. At first I said “Are you pregnant? She said this is no baby Bobby, look at it, what the hell is in me? It looked like a huge parasite moving from under her ribs to around her belly button. I had to get a camcorder to tape this because not only did she have something in her she also had marks below her belly button so I put it all on video. I wanted her to get up and go to the doctors as soon as possible, I was going to take her, but she refused to go. I had to think of a way to get her out of the house so the next two days I laid low, and then said we are all going out to dinner. I had to put Donna coat on and escort her and the kids out to the car. I had all intentions of bringing her to the doctors after we got some food. I headed out to go to the local Charlie Horse restaurant as I get on the High Way I noticed to my left two air force jets going very fast and very loud over the Plymouth Bay and I made a comment to Donna about those jets, I remember saying look at those guys! They must be after something; I never see jets going that fast that low in Plymouth… I am used to seeing jets at OTIS AFB on in Mashpee where my Office is, they always do training in the skies in Sandwich and Mashpee. But this did not seem like a training exercise I have seen. This was like air show material… Any way nothing was going to surprise me know. Ok, so I exit the Highway and pull into the parking lot of the Charlie Horse but it seemed to be a lot of cars so I pull right up front and told Donna and the Kids I would run in and check to see how long of a wait there was. I open my door and just glance up, as it is dusk now, I see over to the left of the restaurant up in the tall oaks a big black triangle stealth bomber thing hovering over the trees, it had no sound and a few white lights and it stopped me in my tracks. I got back in to the car and turned to Donna and quietly said, not to alert the children, there is something up their. She turned to me and said with an evil teath grinding voice “Shut the *SNIP up.” And look into my eyes.. and at that point I was a zombie, I pull out of the Charlie Horse and went to KFC then home, then the next day I was happy to get the hell out of Plymouth and try to enjoy some normalcy in Dallas.
I called her mom from Dallas after have a few drinks and tried to explain what the hell was going on with Donna and to go see her and stay with her be cause she kept calling worried about the helicopters over the house and she was scared. Well her mom thought I was over reacting and she told me she would call her and see if she was ok. Ok so I get back from Dallas and the thing is gone and I am still on edge looking at every car, truck, plane, helicopter and person. I was determined to figure out what the hell was happing to my wife – my life?
Now since I found out about the “rape/affair” with Marc, terrible things where happening to my neighbors like window getting smashed on the cars and home windows, a letter was put in a mail box threatening Marc to stay away from a new girl friend, a rock with a death threat and the mail boxes getting smashed, or painted, even tuna fish was put in to the mail box… and who do you think was getting blamed for all of this. ME, the police had me come down to do a handwriting analysis with both hands for the letter. They already had the sample when the rock said “die” so I did not have to do it again. The last thing that happened to them was in April 2001. Some one tried to burn the new fence Marc had put up. Who did police accuse for this? Me! But I never did anything but shoot bottle rockets at Marc in July 2000 when he was out side mowing the lawn. That was my payback, It was harmless and fun. I found out who did all this, and it was Donna, she had other people do her dirty work, babysitters and high school football players where the one causing all the havoc.
I started calling the FBI and FAA on the planes and choppers making reports and getting good photos with my new 1800 mm lens and my 800 mm lens, I was getting photos of pilots faces, the phone would not stop clicking, private number hang-ups, Donna even caught Marc and Debbie monitoring all our calls. These people were getting all off our incoming caller IDs at their house and we proved it through the Tel Company (ZTel) and Police. Speaking of telephones how many people have a number like 224-0000? I always thought that was an odd number. One morning the phone was making some real short rings and a lot of clicks and pops so I jet. out the house and go down to the network at an intersection down the street and sure enough I see a marine looking guy combat boots, grey hooded sweatshirt and jeans, stalkey build with grey hair and very light blue eyes and a freaky scientist looking guy, curly brown hair and polyester pants with a tan Members Only coat and glasses from the 80’s working quickly scrambling on his knees inside the big network box with his own black tool box by his side. So I pull up and observe while I place a call to Verison whom owns the network to ask if anyone is scheduled to work on this right now and they said no one is supposed to be working on that network and only Verison personnel are allowed to open it. These guys where not Verison, so Verison was to call police down, in the mean time I approached the two and said “Hey.. What are you doing?” The marine guy looked and walked over to me slowly and said we are fixing transponders… I said, Oh you are with ZTel? He said, “Yeh… No! Verison”.. Then he said “why don’t you mind you *SNIP business and get out of here!” I said “This is my business, stop tapping my phone!” He started to walk closer while unzipping his sweatshirt that had some bulk under it, I said “Hey! I never forget a face!” and my queue to leave was approaching. So spinning my tires in the dirt kicking up the dust was how I left it.
In 2001 I had several Nannies’ that Donna had hired, none of them where worth the money I paid them. Accept for the Brazilian… The first Nanny for my son I leaned she worked with Debbie at Battelle, she did not last long. Their was another one that Donna hired that took my son to a doctor (that’s what my son said). I followed her one day because she was out too much with my son. So on the 15th of May 2001 I told her not to take him out to day, stay home. I then drove to a hidden spot next to the forest entrance. About ½ hr later I see her drive by with my Son. So I followed her from way behind making sure I had cars in between. Well I got hung up at a light and she got on the highway and I lost her. So I went back to the spot and waited 2 hrs and she came drive by. I gave it about 1 min before I returned home. When I got home she was very nervous waving a newspaper. I asked her why the car seat was in the car, did you go out? She said “Oh, I just went to the store for a newspaper. I said asked her what store, she replied May Flower. That is all I needed to hear was a lie, I knew she did not go to that store because I would have seen her, she got on the highway. I said to her you can go home today, I’ll see you tomorrow ok? Then she left, she also had my sons car seat. I go in side the house and look at the newpaper.. It was dated the 13th. She did not even get a paper! I told Donna, she called her up the girl said I Fired her when in fact I just told her I would see you tomorrow you can take the rest of the day off. I never confronted the girl until Donna handed me the phone. I told her I followed her and I know you did not go to Mayflower and the newpaper was dated the 13th. So where did you take my son? She said “Don’t ever call me again!” click. Then she brought the car seat to the Plymouth Police the next evening because Donna had called and left a message to bring our car seat back. The Police call me up and say your nanny left the car seat here can you come get it? I said I would get it in the morning, because it was almost 9pm and a good movie just started. About 30 min later an officer shows up with an attitude and asked me to step out side to sign a release form. I was not sure what this was all about so I follow him to his cruiser and he told me he has the car seat in the back, puts the pen and the release form on the hood of his car and says “sing it”… I did, then he said “The seat is in the back – get it out.” I was very thankful and I expressed my gratitude for bringing this to me… I put out my and to shake and he says “its not my *SNIP* job to bring your personal poo to you” I say, “Oh Really?” then he says “*SNIP you!” I was shocked! So I said “*SNIP You Too! What you badge number?” He gave me a bogus number. Then he drives out down my street then turns around and goes very slow by the house and my BMI neighbors home, I notice that someone is flicking their outside light at the cop. I was dumbfounded to say the least but not surprised, I am getting used to the weird. But, I was not going to treated with such disrespect and let him get away with it, so I called the police to make the complaint and the next day I went to the station and fill out a written complaint. A few days later the captain calls me and says he listened to the recordings and I did say I would pick the car seat up in the morning and the officer was way out of line. Then the officer calls me and apologizes to me. I should sue…
This is not the first time I was mistreated by the Police in Plymouth, When we moved to our new home the 1st year I had a Lab named Max and he would always run off in to the state forest and meat up with the hunters. The dog was registered to Donna and a 20 dollar leash law fine was never paid. So one Monday morning an officer comes to the door and asks for me. I come down in my bathrobe and the officer places me under arrest. I had no clue what was going on, I was then taken to the station, finger printed, mug shot and then transferred to the courthouse in handcuffs and foot shackles to be arraigned. When the judge found out that I was being shackled and cuffed for a Civil Infraction and Treated like a murderer he immediately motioned to the bailiff “ remove the shackles and cuffs and get him out of here”, I paid a 5$ court cost cash to the DA to dismiss the charges. I was pissed and I still am, I should sew the pants off Plymouth Police for this.
While I am talking about dogs, I never did mention after we gave Max away to the dog officer we got a new dog, one that would listen to us and protect the home. We had several break-ins and all my family videos where stolen with the camcorder, jewelry and the usual stuff… So I got a nice male German Shepard dog. I named him Hero and at 5 months old, someone put out a bowl on anti-freeze for him and he dies after taking him to Tufts Animal Hospital. The only thing that could have saved him was a new kidney transplant, and that would have been $30,000.00 plus med flight to Canada. So I had to pull the plug. The Police never gave to poo about this, a dog officer took the statement of the poisoning. We where all devastated and angered. There are some sick people out their.
Thank God for nice people like Hero’s breeder Pia, she gave us his sister Gundi because she felt so bad for my daughter. Gundi is still with us today, but I figured Gundi needs a friend so I got Lieka, again 5 months old and she gets stolen from me…. I was furious and determined to get her back, my daughter said she herd Lieka yelping at in our neighbors home so I went over and they wouldn’t even come to the door, I knocked and rang the bell, and I even heard them talking in the bedroom because the sky light was open. I heard Marc and Debbie saying ignore him shhhh... The police would not check it out for me either, so I was stuck! That night I made posters and placed adds for the missing dog drove all through the forest and a non stop hunt. About 1 week into my dogs abduction I get a call from a guy who says he has my dog but does not want to give her back. The moron was calling from a pay phone at a local liquor store that showed up on caller ID, so I put the guy on hold and call the police, they did nothing…. I switched back to the guy and told him I want my dog back, the police are on their way… he said OH, Thanks! I Call you back…. Never heard from him, or the police, so I call my local paper and they ran a front page story on this and a day after the story came out the Sheriffs Dept called me to donate a new dog so I had a new beautiful Belgium Shepard but it was not my Lieka, that same evening Plymouth Police Called around 8pm and said they think they have my dog, they wanted me to read off her ID # that was in her ear, so I did and they said it matched. I ask them who found the dog, and the Police said that the people wanted to remain anonymous. The follow up story also made front page and had some nice questions for the Police as to why a felon could get off so easy, I want to press charges on who ever was involved. I shelled out thousands of dollars printing laminated posters all over mass and I wanted to be compensated. What ever, I got my dog back and that’s how I planned to get my wife back. Put the pressure on… Oh, I heard it was a local cop who had my dog…
Ok, now that you know some of my past I’ll take you back to a fews days after Donnas abduction I have told the kids the mommy is ok and she will come back soon, she is taking a vacation… in the meantime I am getting no help from the local police, State Police DAA are now investigating and I have also notified the FBI since this has now been taken out of state to Ohio, where Donna says she is. Why no one went to the address to get her out is beyond me, so I was ready to do it my self, it was time to get my connection in order get the ammo, the AK’s and go on a road trip. I was on my way I had my mom stay with the kids, I never told them what I was up too, but then the FBI contacted me and said your going to get your self killed, you cant go in get her, GO HOME…. So I went to Friendly Ice-Cream to have some dinner… Just as I walked in a Marine walked in holding a Bible and sat across from me and ordered a coffee… I just thought at the time I was being watched by all kinds of government officials. Heck I sent emails to the President of the USA demanding my wife be returned to me, I also sent the same pleas to Governors, Senators and NBC, CNN, CBS, ABC… all I could do. But every time I mentioned BMI the media would not run it. I finish my sandwich and walk out side, I see the Marines car, a old brown Buick, so I rip off the Buick Hood Ornament just to make me feel better and go home.
Thanks to all the messages Donna left with friends, she said she could not call me, only the people they (BMI) said she could call, Donna didn’t even have to give them the numbers, BMI already new them. So I started a web page with all the voice messages, the “video” I took in March 2000 of Donna, and every thing else I could find relative to the voice messages. Documents on Project Stork, Blue Book and Grunge, all had BMI relations dated back to the 1040’s…. This was getting very interesting but on the same token I was getting more and more paranoid. I did not sleep I was a working machine, gathering info, contacting radio stations in OH, and in MA, Sheriff Dept in OH, FBI on OH… and on April 9th after receiving 2 additional voice messages from Donna saying that she will be dead in a day, they are taking out the implants. I was on the virge of a massive breakdown. I called the Plymouth Police and talked to the Capitan and ask if he could have frequent patrols by my house to ensure I was safe and no suspicious cars are lurking. Well they never sent a single car…. A few hours later I noticed out my kitchen window a car parked out side with a clear view of my son playing in our playground. I could not get a clear view of the car because the trees at my angle where blocking my view. So I go out side and adjust my angle so I can see the car through the a wide clearing in the trees. The car had a clear view and path and he appeared to be watching my son… When I got a clear line of vision with the man in the car he also had a clear line of vision with me and started to drive off. I then said to my self, no way is this car getting away with out an explanation. So I get my toy gun in my car and tuck it under my sweatshirt and start a fast pase walk up my driveway, the car notices me advancing so he starts to drive off. Well I ran up and made that car stop by yelling “wait! Wait! My wife is missing! I have a question! Wait!” the guy didn’t give two poos and kept going so I jumped in front of the car and said “Stop!” with my hand out like a crossing guard. I then approached the driver side and his window was open about ¼ and he was talking on a head set to someone. I repeated my self to him and asked him who and what is he doing hear, My wife is missing and I have been working with the FBI and State Police trying to find her…. The prick rolls his window up! I unzipped my sweatshirt and exposed the butt of the toy gun and said “Role down you God Dam Window Now!” he did, a crack, and said I am call the police! I said Fine and went to back of the car and got the plate and then called the police to report this suspicious guy, whom I had a feeling I knew, but none the less I could not tust anyone not even my neighbors for the obvious reasons. Well about 10 minutes later I get a call from the Police saying this guy is pressing Assault charges on me and an officer is coming down to take the gun and a statement. So now I am in the middle of an Assault charge that I am taking to Trial because this guy has no compassion as to what I was going through. I can’t wait for trial date, Duress is my plea and I cant wait for the Judge and Jury to hear the Voice Recordings…
So after that incident I call my doctor and ask him for some medicine to calm me down. He asked me to come in first, so before I left I got the voice recordings and the video of Donna from March 2000 and went to the doctors. I told him what happened and he felt I did need some Zanex, then I figured I would show him the video of Donna and maybe get a professional opinion as to what the heck was in her stomach. Well needless to say He almost committed me on the spot, he told me to stay and wait for the ambulance to come and take me to Plymouth Hospital. I assured him I was fine and the Zanex should do the trick but he wouldn’t budge. So I booked it out of their and fill my prescription and took two and felt like a king! The next day the Local Reporter from NBC wanted to come down and do an interview and I was feeling pretty good with the help of the medication but I still could not stop thinking about the “weird stuff”. The interview went well, I did not bring up the past, and they took photographs of Donna, and a video of me and the kids playing on the swings… and then as she was leaving I felt the urge to tell this reporter about BMI and showed her a picture of the Black Helicopter… I think I freaked her out, I should have not said that these people are already under investigation for the anthrax virus scare just after 911. Man the days after 911 where tough, I remember my wife that morning saying to me what’s wrong with Debbie, she seem too happy, Like someone died… and about 1 hr later the 1st plane hit the WTC. Later that afternoon around 2 o’clock, I was out on my deck with my wife and daughter and I notice 5 small lights in formation whizzing by from the northeast ski to south in the direction to Otis AFB. I did not even bother telling anyone but my friend at NORAD in Manitoba Canada who had called me that next day. He was a big help to me, because Donna had said she was taken in to and Air force base 10 min away from BMI and The University of Columbus. The only active base was 30 mi east of Columbus, but in 1950 the base 11 miles south of BMI was closed, it was an inactive base. How would she know that a closed base was in OH if she was not their? I went on map quest and did an Arial view search of the area and sure enough I found the Base with planes and cars and a lot of activity for a closed base according to NORAD. More fuel to the fire….
I had to hire a PI because I was getting the runaround from every Law Enforcement around, so I made a private call from a hotel to an x FBI agent my attorney was friendly with and hooked up the computer and transferred the voice recording files to him through the hotel phone lines. I thought I was slick and I knew my home was bugged or at least phone was tapped. Then I came home and my mom, dad, sisters all wanted me to go to the hospital because my doctor call my mom and suggested I check in to get checked. I was very hesitant and I would not go to Plymouth, so I said I will go and get an evaluation at Weymouth Hospital. My dad and sister came for the ride and stayed by my side the hold time. Well after talking with the on call psychologist she thought it would be better to take me to Norward Hospital, well at least if I was going to check in some ware it aught to be the place where I check in at birth. I was born their and was ready to die their too. So I get transferred to the psycho ward in the evening around 9pm. I go through all the paper signing and routine questions and say good bye to my dad who I haven’t seen cry since his mom and dad passed away. The doctors their in Norward where not very nice, but I played the game, I did not act crazy but I did hesitate on taking the new meds that were given to me. But I took them be cause the doctor knows best… I had the worst gas of my life, I must have farted 50 times in 4 hrs, it was either the turkey I eat or the medication. That passed overnight and I got a good nights sleep. I woke up in the hospital bed early and found my self not knowing what the day will bring. I was completely out of the loop and still wondering what was going on with my wife. I knew I had to get out of this place, my children needed me their not locked up. Its bad enough they lost a mom but a dad too? I had to play the game… I was very helpful I had no outbursts until I wanted to have smoke, but the nicorette gum helped. No one was aloud out to smoke, no out door activity or patio, we where all like rats in a cage and the conditions where not helping me or the others. But I had to be strong to get out… I was their for 5 days, not even saw out side, confined to this 1 floor of crazy people, some where ok. This girl that had check in the day I did worked for the Department of Defense which I found out later she told me she was worked for the Foxboro Company, an other young guy around 25 was an Army Ranger who was seeing things as a result of some drugs the Army gave him in Columbia. He was a sniper who blew some ones head off. He got out in 2 day and he admitted seeing things! The DOD girl got out in 4 days, she called me when two days after I got out and had a crises and she said she was in the area and needed to talk to someone. So I let her come over, she was so interested in what I had in my computer and the she checked her email from her hotmail account and all her mail was from military…She showed me an email with George Bush’s head on super models bodies, it was rather amusing… Then she wanted more than a friend she tried to kiss me and I said no way. It was time for her to leave so I walked her out side to her caravan and notice a sticker on the windshield it was a Department of Defense Sticker. I asked her why she has that sticker and she replied so I can get into any base in I want to. OK see ya later, I’ll call you… That was the end of that.
So I am back taking Zanex when my sister call me up to tell me that her daughters boyfriend did some internet searching and found Donna name on a Las Vegas Marriage certificate to a John Levins, they where married on April 19th. This just blew me away… I thought this was a hoax, a deterrent to the truth. I called my PI and told him why did he not figure this out? I was pissed, so I gave him the info to run a check on this guy Donna married and it came back squeaky clean. The guy was a news paper truck driver a real looser divorced and settled a $40,000.00 sum from his ex and is 48 yrs old. When I found this out I had to know if my daughter ever met this guy. After school I picked up my daughter and ask her if she had ever met a man that was mostly grey a little shorter than me and drove a black pick up truck… She immediately started to cry and said that she was not to tell me about him, she wanted to but…. She then told me what happened one night while I was in Hong Kong in Jan 2002. It was late at night and she wanted a drink so she came down stairs to get some water and she heard some noise coming from the basement so she walked down the stairs and saw his boots on the floor and he was on top of mommy naked! She also to me that one day Donna met him at Home Depot, gave him a hug and kiss and some money… He also rented her a movie Princes Diaries - that mother #er was in my house!
A few days pass with no new leads, it’s around 7pm and my daughter is upstairs watching TV and I am down in my office working on the web sight emailing every contact that was in the Department of Defense girls address book. I was slick I invited all the Army people to the web sight. So around 7 PM the phone rings and my daughter pick up the phone on the 1st ring, I though it was one of her friends calling again, but this time my Daughter come running down the stairs and say it was mommy! I disconnected mommy! She was crying and asking me where she was and what’s going on… the phone range again and I answered and It was Donna, asking for help, rambling on about BMI, and Our Neighbors and Project Stork….. I said to Donna tell your daughter you are ok and you love her, I handed the phone to my daughter and Donna hung up. I then called the state police to talk to the detective and as I was talking to him I get a call from one Donna’s friends she said she just got a call from Donna and not on her cell phone. I told her I just got a call too but it was on my Mobil phone, I asked her to hang up at once and dial *57 to trace the call, then call me back. Sure enough the trace complete and I told the detective who was still on the line the details. He then traced the call to Seattle Wa, Johns Sisters home, who works as Defense Attorney for BMI on a private level, and who is a lesbian married to a woman who works for Boing.
Donna says this is what saved her, The Detective says that Johns sister kicked them out, Donna said that when the police called the home and spoke to Johns sister and told her that Donna is already married to me and has two children the sister did not want anything to do with them. Donna said that John took off, gave Donna $300.00 and said we will ruin you life if you try to fight BMI, they told her not to come home to me and the kids. Then she was gone again - this time with out John. I started getting text messages for an Albuquerque, NM number saying that my son is and wife are freaks of nature and why do you love you wife so much. I also got text messages saying that they where going to take my son. Then I got a text message saying my wife was dead. I then call my cousin in San Antonio who is a homicide detective for the Sheriff Dept. He was very helpful in finding out where Donna was. She was dancing in a Strip Club called TD’s and had made some additional calls to the number on the text message. Text messages from Donna where now being sent by Donna, asking me if I love her and If I had anything to do with what was going on.. I convinced her via text to come home under one circumstance you check in to Mass General Hospital for an complete physical and psychological exam. She agreed to this but would not accept any money from me… I found out later that her mom knew where she was and had wired her money with out telling me. Donna was playing sides, telling her mom I was the one she was running from, and She was telling me BMI was the ones responsible. Well the end of June she came back and I went to see her at Mass General, She got fat! And she was fake to me, but I had to see her, I still loved her even after what everyone said to me she is playing you like a fool. I truly believed that she was in danger and forced to do what BMI told her to do. They could have used scare tactics like threats of killing me or something. Well that’s how I had to rationalize the events. Donna stayed at her mom house for a few days and I took the kids to see her. Man, where the kids excited to see her the smiles and joy brought tears to my eye that day. That what I was looking for all along! I did not car what anyone had to say about Donna, then my PI gave me a letter and the letter state the Donna had a plan to drive me crazy and get me committed or arrested then kidnap the children and assume a new identity out of state, this info he state was from a person who wanted to remain anonymous. I confronted Donna and let her read my PI’s Statement and she got pissed. I wanted to know the truth about her.. I am giving her the benefit of the doubt and I did take her back my home. I would not let her leave or be alone with the children. I kept a close eye on things. The kids where happy she was back, I was relieved she was OK but still had many unanswered questions. So I waited a few more days for Donna to open up but every time I would bring up the truth she would blow it off, then she start to argue with me, she started getting physical with me, she tried to make me loose my cool so she could get me arrested but I kept cool and call the police on her. They came down and talked. I did not want another seen I just wanted them to calm her down not arrest her. They did just that, they respected my wishes and calmed her down and warned her if another call comes in she is going to be arrested. The next day Donna Left again, this time she went to Miami, and got nasty she is living with John down their and at first she would call and like every thing was my fault and I am not letting her see the kids. She started going crazy calling me weekly wanting her roller blades sent to her moms, her books ect…. She got squat… I would not give her the time of day until she gave me an address or phone number, but every thing is so secret with her and John. She told me she got a huge settlement from BMI and is very well of living in Miami… I haven’t heard from her since December 28th…. Her last know address was an extended stay hotel in Miami Fl with no forwarding address under the name Levins…
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[edit on 21/9/2007 by Mirthful Me]
After finally finishing this I don't know what to say.I'm sorry but I think this is BS.If it is real I say you threw in a whole lot of extras.Like
the whole BMI and aircraft,the PI and the Verizon guy.there are many conflicting statements throughout the story such as donna was suppose to be
missing yet the news crew was taking pictures of her and video of you?Why not just take video of everyone together?
It's a hell of a story I'll give ya that much.Can you show us some of the pics?
[edit on 20-9-2007 by Project_Silo]
It's a hell of a story I'll give ya that much.Can you show us some of the pics?
[edit on 20-9-2007 by Project_Silo]
reply to post by Project_Silo
I wish it was BS, in fact i left things out... i just basicly wrote it in a hurry because i was loosing my mind. I should have been keeping a log of everything going on as they happened, but i didn't...
I want to clarify something you miss understood. When the New Crew was filming me.. Donna was missing. They took "existing" photographs of Donna I had gave to them for the broadcast.
I dont expect everyone to believe me.... infact its hard sometimes myself to believe that some people are so close minded and convinced none of it is possible.
My family was not the only one that this happened to... there are others that have gone through and are going through the same thing that happened to my family right now.
Why would I make up such a story that could very well have me committed or something.. i am taking a risk, not for me but for our freedom!
I wish it was BS, in fact i left things out... i just basicly wrote it in a hurry because i was loosing my mind. I should have been keeping a log of everything going on as they happened, but i didn't...
I want to clarify something you miss understood. When the New Crew was filming me.. Donna was missing. They took "existing" photographs of Donna I had gave to them for the broadcast.
I dont expect everyone to believe me.... infact its hard sometimes myself to believe that some people are so close minded and convinced none of it is possible.
My family was not the only one that this happened to... there are others that have gone through and are going through the same thing that happened to my family right now.
Why would I make up such a story that could very well have me committed or something.. i am taking a risk, not for me but for our freedom!
I dont think i want this on here anymore.. anyone know how to deltele my story???
Wowzers.....no offense man, but it sounds to me like maybe your wife just wanted to step out, and possibly has some severe mental problems...
Either that or this whole thing is made up. Sounds kinda like a amature screenplay or something.
Stick with the xanax...
Either that or this whole thing is made up. Sounds kinda like a amature screenplay or something.
Stick with the xanax...
Originally posted by PokeyJoe
Wowzers.....no offense man, but it sounds to me like maybe your wife just wanted to step out, and possibly has some severe mental problems...
Either that or this whole thing is made up. Sounds kinda like a amature screenplay or something.
Stick with the xanax...
I wish it was that simple... Even if my ex wanted to leave, that still does not explain the things i witnessed, regardless of what she told me. From 98-2002 the weired stuff happened all the time, now that she is gone it all stopped.
I don't need xanex anymore, but when i wrote this thing i did. And you are partially write about a screen play... when i was writing it i had in mind a movie or documentary. This still does not change the fact this is all true and all to disturbing.
Originally posted by BobbyDidgital
Originally posted by PokeyJoe
Wowzers.....no offense man, but it sounds to me like maybe your wife just wanted to step out, and possibly has some severe mental problems...
Either that or this whole thing is made up. Sounds kinda like a amature screenplay or something.
Stick with the xanax...
I wish it was that simple... Even if my ex wanted to leave, that still does not explain the things i witnessed, regardless of what she told me. From 98-2002 the weired stuff happened all the time, now that she is gone it all stopped.
I don't need xanex anymore, but when i wrote this thing i did. And you are partially write about a screen play... when i was writing it i had in mind a movie or documentary. This still does not change the fact this is all true and all to disturbing.
Oh.. no offense taken.... and I no she has mental problems. if i took her out of all the equations the abnormal things still happened and would still make me wonder and seek answers.
reply to post by BobbyDidgital
Not sure what to say Bobby. I believe that the government does these things. The glasslike object under her skin that zapped you I have read about before. Several people who claim to be subjects of mind control have said they found those things on or under their skin. David Icke talks about some that he has met who told him about them. Whatever you do,just be careful. If it's real,it's very dangerous to get mixed up with these people. The thing in her stomach is odd. At least you have video of it.
Be careful dealing with these people.
Not sure what to say Bobby. I believe that the government does these things. The glasslike object under her skin that zapped you I have read about before. Several people who claim to be subjects of mind control have said they found those things on or under their skin. David Icke talks about some that he has met who told him about them. Whatever you do,just be careful. If it's real,it's very dangerous to get mixed up with these people. The thing in her stomach is odd. At least you have video of it.
Be careful dealing with these people.
Originally posted by Sadet
reply to post by BobbyDidgital
Not sure what to say Bobby. I believe that the government does these things. The glasslike object under her skin that zapped you I have read about before. Several people who claim to be subjects of mind control have said they found those things on or under their skin. David Icke talks about some that he has met who told him about them. Whatever you do,just be careful. If it's real,it's very dangerous to get mixed up with these people. The thing in her stomach is odd. At least you have video of it.
Be careful dealing with these people.
Thanks for the warning, I am well aware of the risks. As far as David Icke goes... don't know him. It would be nice to exchange info with other people with similar experiences. No one would help when the actual events where happening, i contacted so many people and was ignored or emails would not get through. Anyways thanks again for your good words.
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