Thoughts – Thoughts

I am/was NOT One of the Hired “Crazy Ones”

In the 1970s, a group of women and perhaps some men… teens and older, were hired to promote ideas, even threaten and force them in public and private places. I was erroneously grabbed to be with them at Sesame Street by a young man using the name “Clinton”. Some of those people got the vessel Kaleidoscope which I visited as a child and THEY KNEW I was too young to be involved. I was STILL GRABBED it appears by Mexico City(?) people for other things and I am not certain what was going right or wrong to be honest. I am not certain to this day if the gang members who grabbed me knew who I was for real. They didn’t seem to even want to speak with me, which was my strong point… speaking. I was just taken to places and left–sometimes sound asleep and strangers woke me up.

One of the places I ended up in the late 1970s was Carlsbad, CA. I met some gang members there, sort of. It looked very dangerous and confusing. They were surprised I was brought to them. I was injured and people kept trying to injure me. I am not certain if it was to save me from being mrdrd or because they wanted to do it themselves. I bring this up because I may have crossed paths with people who still know of me now, they are just not regular contacts of mine at all. They may or may not have known me from the U.N. and U.S. White House. Not certain. I’m not asking for them, just reminding people I barely met people in passing and never got back to sit down and know them later.

I’m alive. I did survive. Not without injury.

It Takes Money to Campaign

I actually did a one person campaign from 2019-2022. I was hoping to get plugged into new people or connected anew to people I hadn’t been connected well to in the past. It didn’t really happen. Honestly, I got killed instead.

Really half expected a Hollywood team to offer me even a small deal in development. I did not get one. Now I’ve spent off all kinds of my personal funds to get noticed and properly identified, even for the L.A. court system. No one pulled me aside to chat about anything other than being in trouble with the law over Twitter posts. Decades ago, I was just hoping to meet with people… not be their criminal case. I did not get law enforcement under those terms at all. They’ve treated me like a stranger who broke a law or came close enough to get charged for it.

These past years people behave like they do not want to know me. I’ve been treated like someone to copy cat and dismiss. It also appears they think I have money to pass around and I don’t. No one bothered to get to know me enough to discuss anything vaguely business oriented. I even got the Apple stores more than once in the past year and I was given gang bangers. thugs to speak with, not business-minded people.

Wish people to know I am back at home full time. May take years to pay off debts I’ve accumulated. There is no plan for me to live and work in L.A. or any other city that has a large entertainment community. I’m OUT.

What if I Told You That I am Russian?

There is a possibility I am Russian by some part of my DNA and/or adoption. Would you believe it if I told you this while I stand as a U.S. citizen, firmly on U.S. lands… possibly from birth? If I am Russian, am I a rogue, an outcast? Someone so stuck in the U.S.A.’s problems I joined all kinds of people from all over the world to love and hate this [censored] country? Yeah, I wonder about it myself. Honestly, I may have been adopted by some high level Russians in Los Angeles, CA in the 1970s and people just don’t talk about it.

My Service for My Country and World is Done

It may or may not surprise you… and you… and you… that I was in the queen’s service at times, maybe more than even I knew about. Yes, Queen Elizabeth II and also the world’s mistress United States of America. I appear a subject of the Commonwealth* stationed in the United States to uphold truth and justice, even among criminals in the above and the underworlds. Above, below and so many levels of the laws of mankind.

And yet, France knew me also. With respect in my youth. I may have been with some of their people when I was called “U.N.” and far from home. Could be because of Canada on the northern U.S. border.

Not to mention all across Asia and Europe. I became a child of the world while young. Not through books, through travels. I may or may not have been connected with the powers of the Writers Guild of America as well as the Directors Guild of America. Hollywood and the professional entertainment world family had and has resources globally… funding and talented people. I did a lot of location scouting, even talent scouting on occasion with others.

I was cursed and blessed and it was a very tough way to live through so many situations. I believe some gangsters were sitting in New York City as well as other places gambling on people. I was young, and on a mission of discovery. I took and created challenges. It made me interesting back then.

Without getting into it, I want people to frame this in their minds. I may have been like a military person who was asked to do some extraordinary things under adverse conditions and I did them at random times for years, mostly in my youth. I was not someone with a weapon nor of the desire to destroy. In my adulthood I mostly appeared to be a discontinued model of a human being. Still feels this way.

It makes me a tired, damaged, not wealthy veteran of an era that has passed. I don’t think I OWE any one or any country any more of myself, and I don’t believe they even want it or need it. It is time to allow me peace. Please stop trying to use me for something.

I honestly believe my service to the U.S. White House and the Crown of England is done. I’m just older and retired out of so many tasks and to-dos. I don’t have any agendas or wish lists in hand for any one. Oh, except for me! I discovered that I can write and by doing so have re-discovered who I was by sharing who I’m not. It took me years to come to this page, for instance.

I may continue to write. It entertains me!

*Because I was only allowed to know English as a language of fluency, and did have a British accent when I was very young. It tells me I belonged to an English speaking country, not just the U.S.A. which is and has been English/Mexican/Spanish.

“Jawbone”

A nickname I was given before I was even in preschool, continued into kindergarten and beyond for a while until people just didn’t want to speak about me. Here is where it came from.

“A.E.I.” a small man nicknamed, “Templeton” said he broke my jawbone to be more important at that company. I was around 3-4 years old. Rumor is one of the early Jeff’s paid for the repair work.

On a very different occasion, in another place on the planet I was SHOT BY A DART, likely a tranq. The dart LODGED IN MY JAWBONE. I was a child, it caused the jaw not to grow properly on that side even after repaired. I was somewhere between 4-7 years old.

Honolulu, HI. A small oriental looking man, claiming he could not repeat me well battered me. He hit my face and head, woke me up to tell me this. I was around 9-11 years old. Not absolutely certain the year.

Some have claimed my jaw was broken because I, “Was not who I said I was.” This was said to me as a youth. Who did you think I was? I ask this twice now. WHO DO YOU THINK I WAS? Did I stop using the name “Steven” and that upset people? Did you think I was NOT “Sarah”? Third time. WHO DO YOU THINK I WAS… AM?

“Templeton” was KNOWN to use the name “Steven” more than I did, by the way. I feel people knew him much better in Los Angeles, CA in the 1970s than me.

Who is the Most Targeted?

I got into trouble in the year 2020 because I was picking on some names in social media… because I felt they used thugs on me in my life and kept me ruined, not working and needlessly. Back then all I posted were a few sentences on Twitter, not always were there even tags and real names connected.

It’s almost the year 2025. LAW ENFORCEMENT got turned on me big time all these years. This is how picked on I got.

KIDNAPPED
More than once I was grabbed by big men and removed from my home.

HOSTAGED, MONEY EXTORTED
I was held and family forced to pay for release in the form of high bail amounts.

DEFAMATION
I was forced to look embarrassing to the public.

LIBEL in the public media
It has been published that I am a criminal minded person with a past record, have ongoing criminal intent and I am barely worthy to be in this country.

EMOTIONAL and PHYSICAL TORTURE
Even though I have permanent injuries dating back to infant-hood from criminals and gang bangers I still got jail time without proper care. Not only do I need medications, proper foods I was also very cold without enough clothing and blankets. I was not always allowed to use the phone, have soap to wash my hands, toothbrush and paste for my teeth, clean clothes. Never had access to an attorney from jail. Rarely was told what was even going on.

CENSORED
I’ve been told to “go dark” and not write anything online. It wasn’t about content. It was a blanket statement to “get offline”. This is beyond just writing about how people are supposed to be paid and under contract for work–which is all I was complaining about. Oh, I complained about being stalked by snoopers and thugs. A single women alone, complaining to the public. Even right now.

THIS IS NOT ALL OF IT!

I’m waving at the Los Angeles Police Department, Los Angeles Court System, San Diego Police Department… smiling. Here is why. I got admitted and enrolled at Taft University Law School JD program* in September 2020. It means BEFORE I WAS pushed around by law enforcement I was already a noted and accepted potential future professional lawyer. I was already verified as a very legitimate person. Everything that came after was clearly spun, created by spin doctors.

I’m getting more educated about the law enforcement system than I planned on.

To date, it has NOT BEEN VERIFIED WHICH HUMAN got me arrested by the L.A.P.D. and is pushing all these buttons. They claim it is/was “a Steven”. However it may not have been. They have not verified WHICH MAN or WOMAN. Which means the whole case is in CONTEMPT of COURT. Because I DO NOT KNOW WHO THE ACTUAL PLAINTIFF IS… other than “People vs. [me]”. Legally, it is announced in the courtroom that it is “The People” who are the prosecutor and plaintiff. How did I personally offend “The People”? Was it actually criminal to publicly complain about being gang banged and not under a contract for it?

Was I arrested for being grumpy online or to prevent me from attending law school?

*When I enrolled it was the full JD program. I see online they also offer a JDET which is law education for executives.

Still an Influencer

I’ve looked 360 degrees recently and realized the society of people I am supposed to be standing with are global and local influencers. I’m a loner in my spirit and insights, and those are still my people even if I don’t know them by name or in person at all. Those are my actual people! Millions of people who are strangers to me, and I them.

It didn’t get said enough in my life. This label: influencer. What it has done is prevented me from being a wealthy person. I’ve had a low-ish professional glass ceiling, and yet been allowed to speak with important people as needed: which I mostly did it in my youth to be honest. I get important people these days also, however I appear more as an older average person in public. I’ve been on ice for decades. People did throw me away so others could be more important in society. I didn’t get thrown in the backseat… got left at home mostly. I look retired from any commitments or duties to this day.

“Yooen? Yu-en?” I said. “No, you are U.N.” the tall blond man answered, putting some body armor on me with the stenciled letters, “U.N.” on it. “Oh! The letters, U… and N… Am I going to be in trouble here, as U.N.?” (1970s, Israel)

The take away from this post is that I was not allowed to be bigger than an influencer. It never was my work or job to help fund others with money I had or have. I couldn’t take people in and shelter them, and I couldn’t hire people daily or monthly. Written in more than one past post that I never had a business partner or life partner to help me do bigger things. I was more interesting to chat with when I was a lot younger and interacting with other influencers, gang members and a variety of leadership people. In recent decades… yes, that many years… my life has been very minimalized and non-controversial. Honestly not talking with people about problems, troubleshooting, issues–I wasn’t needed.

Being stuck as an influencer, it means I cannot head up or lead even a small company with full time or regularly hiring temporary workers. I’m actually a small person in society, a freelancer in nature myself. Only on rare occasions have I been allowed to hire some fellow freelancer/day player types of workers. I was hoping this would change, it has not. Thinking this was chosen to keep me out of bigger troubles and difficulties I would not be able to handle. Not complaining, just openly reminding myself and others why I am limited.

The San Diego Spielberg Team that was Announced in the Late 1970s or Early 1980s…

Actually are the Scotts and their associates. Devin and Jeanne Scott of American Dream Cinema. I was placed on board their vessel Scott’s Landing and it was announced with me standing present to what appeared to be local San Diegan gang and political leadership people, including Wally Schlotter. I was not a legal adult until many years after that and was not included in the mix, by the way. They knew I was returning to Hawaii. Didn’t announce me and what I was to be doing in the present or future.

Devin Scott, a known local film director in San Diego, CA has a green sports car. In recent years I finally was able to obtain a white compact one, similar to one of my Japanese Yakuza fathers in Hawaii once drove. I want people to know, even if I was not born Japanese, I may have been partially raised by their people (through their connections, not directly). Likely Democrats in 1970s Hawaii who may or may not have stayed in the United States. More profound is I was also a Republican through my false husbands in California. And I was also Independent possibly through very established politicians on the east coast of the United States.

I told people in the 1970s that I’d try to help people make money. I was not the funding source itself. People tried to make me look like it though. My clout was through working well connected politicians not patrons of the arts. I got sabotaged by greedy and jealous peoples. Whatever money making work I could have gotten I was mugged for it and forced to stay home injured and drugged so I forgot what happened. I was not allowed to be a player, or a gang member. I was labeled a “sister” and “wife” to stay out of things.

Really got overwhelmed while young, by bigger people than me. I accept this. Am not trying to push back at all. People need to know what happened though. Why I am not well connected and very isolated and a one-off, single person on my own most of the time. A loner. Because of my smallness, mugged self and low funding… I was never able to return in person to local politicians and their people in higher places. I’ve stayed far away, just living a messed up minimal life.

I’ve been slandered about for decades. That’s why when I show up places people are not certain who I even am. My fake relatives don’t know me either. They think they do, but mostly they know their fellow gang members not me at all. Would it surprise you.. and you… or you… to know that possibly if I showed up at the United Nations or more than one country’s leadership palace outside of the United States of America I would be recognized correctly? They would likely all admit I am retired from any commitments and duties I once had a long time ago. That I now look like an average citizen again.

Getting Behind the Returning President Donald Trump

I’m still a part of the Joe Biden/ Kamala Harris U.S.A. right now along with so many as they are current leadership. As Donald Trump takes over the White House and presidential duties I will be a good patron of the country and get behind his leadership. It doesn’t mean I’ll agree with everything going on. I’m an older person and non-activist. Whatever I do, it will likely be mellow and passive. I’m actually impressed he worked hard to gather support to make a return to the president’s seat.

This is Donald Trump. He is a leader. He is outspoken and makes things known. He wants people to follow him.

Donald Trump, returning U.S. President. Photo appears online in many articles.

I was TOLD in my youth NOT TO GET HIRED BY Donald Trump. I don’t recall the reason(s). Must have been too charged, possibly dangerous.

Just letting people know I am not planning any in person or remote work for any politicians or executives. It appears I’ve been asked and told to take retirement age and just not be involved. If I look like I’m doing something political it is only as a one-off small person. I have no expectations of others, and I pray no one has expectations of me. I’m in the wilderness and very not informed of inside information. I am living an average person life, and smaller due to the lack of a big family to do things with.

I Need a Real Husband, Not a Gang of People to Be Married to.

Honestly, I am a wrung out human being. I’ve been over-played by men and women for the entertainment business AND politics my whole life. So overused that I actually sat around drugged and injured more than out being social or working anywhere. Now I’m very retired and people can’t use me like they did. I’m a legal U.S. citizen, pay taxes. I own real and personal property. Mostly people used my identity and forced me to be elsewhere, dead to the world, lifeless, alone.

Is there a MAN who would like to be married to a very small Spielberg legally? If not in a personal way, a professional one at a distance. Someone big enough to yell at other people, remind them I am older and not healthy, can’t participate as a trafficked, fake migrant in society? Vouch for my humanity and character?

I really only achieved influencer status here on planet Earth. While very young people saw how messed up I was getting at the thought I had high earnings being held by others. (Rumor is I had been connected to millions of U.S. dollars before I was six years old. I have no proof of this.) It killed me for work as a future real producer and company executive with associated earnings and power. Bigger people than me had to be in control, and in control of those who were doing too much trouble making. They stepped in when I was very young and even put sabotage hits on my life. Some actually physically and mentally crippled me years at a time. It is why SO IMPORTANT people know I am retired away from the life I had prior to age 50. Why I am so much freer now, and supposed to be free of gang hits for sabotage. No need now. I’m clearly on a small fixed income, and not competition nor desiring to be competitive.