Saturday, September 21, 2024

17:22

Last night, I went to the pizza place, again. Someone is moving terrorists in on me. I stopped to eat for about 30 min. and they're after me, swarming the restaurant, while en cloak, targeting my brain, torturing and abusing me. I felt very beaten down, again.

I stopped at the gas station and bought a soda pop.

I drafted and signed a few letters. (Excerpts, below.)

1. An update, to the Canadian embassy

My name is Jenny Miller. I’m a Political Prisoner of the United States of America. I’m a born U.S. citizen. I’m a kidnapped, missing person, first reported in 1984, denied by law enforcement. I’m held hostage, human trafficked, and over-powered, by dirty, nuclear, weapons, against my will. I’m a listed victim of Pratt & Whitney. I’m without direct contact. I’m being railroaded. In 2022, I went to Canada and was an applicant for person in need of protection. I attempted to reunite, with my birth parents. --

To provide an update, nobody has made direct contact. I don’t have a working phone. I'm locked out of my web accounts. I don’t receive E-mails to my Inbox. Most of my postal mail is returned to sender, against my wishes, or, stolen. My communication methods are controlled by threats.

A dirty, nuclear, weapon, on an U.S. Army base, in Michigan, keeps aid away from me, by moving military, assigned. A dirty, nuclear, weapon, in Idaho, has moved me too far, north, up, and moves me away from people. I’ve been renting a room, since last April, in SE Portland. My rent has been paid, by my Court-granted PROXY, through the end of December. My U.S. Army assigned Samuel J. Hithye, retired, is with me, en cloak. Currently, I’m unable to enter the house. All of my personal property is in my bedroom and the kitchen. People, visible to me, in the house, are violent and aggressive. I’ve been displaced and am homeless, again. I fear for my safety.

I am on Army level B of Portland, Oregon and intend to remain in Portland, Oregon, indefinitely. I’ll write, with new contact information, when I can.

Thank you, very much, for your help. We’re devastated by the cruel, fascist, over-throwers, here. We won’t give up our Country, our legal rights, our Civil Liberties, our freedoms.

2. Updates for the NSA, F.B.I., and the S.S.A.

My name is Jenny Miller. I’m a Political Prisoner of the United States of America. I’m a born U.S. citizen. I’m a kidnapped, missing person, first reported in 1984, denied by law enforcement. I’m held hostage, human trafficked, and over-powered, by dirty, nuclear, weapons, against my will. I’m a listed victim of Pratt & Whitney. I’m without direct contact. I’m being railroaded

To provide an update, nobody has made direct contact. I don’t have a working phone. I'm locked out of my web accounts. I don’t receive E-mails to my Inbox. Most of my postal mail is returned to sender, against my wishes, or, stolen. My communication methods are controlled by threats.

A dirty, nuclear, weapon, on an U.S. Army base, in Michigan, keeps aid away from me, by moving military, assigned. A dirty, nuclear, weapon, in Idaho, has moved me too far, north, up, and moves me away from people. I’ve been renting a room, since last April, in SE Portland. My rent has been paid, by my Court-granted PROXY, through the end of December. My U.S. Army assigned Samuel J. Hithye, retired, is with me, en cloak. Currently, I’m unable to enter the house. All of my personal property is in my bedroom and the kitchen. People, visible to me, in the house, are violent and aggressive. I’ve been displaced and am homeless, again. I fear for my safety.

I am on Army level B of Portland, Oregon and intend to remain in Portland, Oregon, indefinitely. I’ll write, with new contact information, when I can.

I dozed, off and on, for about 6+ hrs. Today, I woke up around the time of pre-dawn.

Today is my dad's birthday. This morning, Sam Hithye and I sent him a message.

This morning, I ate a bowl of steel-cut oatmeal, with granola, dried cranberries, and brown sugar. Then, I had a day-old, plain, bagel, toasted, with cream cheese. It was delicious! The coffee was delicious. I haven't felt well. I'm really suffering. I don't want to be in isolation, anymore. I want Sam Hithye to take care of me. I want to go home.

I tried to get a hotel room, on priceline, but my U.S. Direct Express card was, repeatedly, declined. I tried to buy a backpack, blanket, raincoat, and clothes, but the web site was crashed by "hackers".

I went to the Taco Bell. They had a kind of Cheez-it thing that was good.

The dirty weapons, manned by sadists, have "locked" Robotics-things onto my legs. I'm having difficulty walking.

"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek." - Pres. Barack Obama

I don't have enough money, to eat. I am trying to survive this attack. I've been crying, every day. Please fight the fascists! May we live and die free!

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