Tag: identitytheft

I Agree With the ‘wind’… Someone Grabbed… (at Punahou School Campus 1970s)

Yes, I agree. Some gang members said they were going to “keep the ho’s for themselves”*. And planned to give ME to others. This was around 1977-1979 time frame in Honolulu, HI when I learned about it. I am not certain who was holding me at the time, nor who I may have been traded to. I was not a trained “ho”. NEVER EVER. In fact my body was very injured from gang violence early in life. I may have been AT PUNAHOU SCHOOL campus during this conversation.

More than one “Trippy Dodds” had appeared. One was a boy, another a small tough Mexican criminal man. The criminal man was VERY ANGRY that I didn’t “want him”. I tried to explain my age. I was in SECOND GRADE… SEVEN YEARS OLD… at the time. YES, they were THERE ON CAMPUS and IN A CLASSROOM. I had befriended the boy and did not know who this very ill behaved man was.

I may have gotten Punahou as a “construction person” here’s why. They asked me to leave when “[I]… was not paying for things.” I was actually spoken to as if I were a lead of a construction team and not seeing that people and things were paid for. “You are causing a problem at the construction site…” the man started to tell me while talking to me while I was on a walk between buildings on the campus. “I’m NOT AT THE CONSTRUCTION SITE. What construction site?” He basically asked me to LEAVE PUNAHOU because I was not managing a construction team properly!**

* A Mexican Donovan male in San Diego HAD HIRED men and women to be “ho’s” in Hollywood and possibly elsewhere. These people made million$ over time. I was NOT AN ADULT HO WITH THEM AT ALL!!! Originally some looked ANGRY WITH ME… and I was NOT that Mexican Donovan. Not even a good friend. There was an older one and a younger “Mexican Donovan”. He/they looked like human traffickers and worked for La Jolla, CA people. One of them wanted to snoop me with his TWO MEXICAN DAUGHTERS and I got upset, real upset back then. I was young, it is very possible there may have been MANY “Mexican Donovans” that were human traffickers.

**It was NOT THE FIRST TIME… I was somewhere and asked to leave, and leaving behind adults(usually more than one) after I had been there first. I was somewhat used to it. I may have asked when I could come back. I thought I needed schooling?

I’m now beginning to think I got Punahou as a child of construction people… and that’s how I got the classrooms! Someone may have put me WITH OTHER CHILDREN that belonged to the construction people… like a school/day care while they were working? Is that how it began? Is that why adults just showed up at the classrooms to harass children and tell the teachers what they wanted to happen? Why they so easily removed me from the campus and put me back again?

There Are People Who Know Me

And have since the 1970s, my first decade of life. Some knew I was in trouble due to identity theft very early on. They did all kinds of things with me to see who I was. They found me, many actually did. So I was kept alive, not lost forever. Back in the 1970s, there were children who went missing forever, never returned. I am grateful for being saved from death or permanently lost in another country.

I could have been a wealthy wife in another country, however it appears fake husbands globally made the money, owned it and clout too. May be why I have had to live such a mugged life. There were all kinds of threats of hiding me in prisons, even with a sx change to be in with males! I am not joking. The 1970s were real criminal looking to me. Someone had lost their mind about me very early on.

What then happened is I got “Russian married” to all kinds of people. Mexicans… white and brown from many parts of Mexico and around the world. I couldn’t help them directly though. It was a variety of people. Some very cloutful, wealthy, dangerous. I was a tiny little baby to those ones! Others, they tried to use me as a daughter of someone bigger. And I have a feeling my identity for the L.A. courthouse is closer to “someone’s daughter” than an actual leadership person anyway. Trouble is, it may be a cloutful OLD Mexican somewhere?

Anyway… this post is to remind people why I had clout and why I didn’t have clout. Why it was a mish mash and different almost daily and very, highly situational.

I’ve heard it said on the ‘wind’, “Paramount deal is closed, done.” Which means two things: 1) I was NOT IN THE DEAL ITSELF, 2) I may have been targeted by people IN THE DEAL, 3) I should be A LOT FREER from all kinds of people anywhere for anything. After all these decades, it was clearly sorted out who was who and HOW TO USE MY IDENTITY elsewhere. Could be it was figured out what identity I MAY HAVE BEEN CONNECTED WITH and how to leave me at home without expectations.

I’m NOT a Mexico City Migrant. IMPORTANT NOTE.

People tried to make me one in the 1970s+. I was TOLD a “Mexican Donovan” (appeared as a BYCORP worker, maybe a lead) was instructed to “treat me like one” in La Jolla, CA in the 1970s. This is the connection to the Chula Vista(perhaps also Sport Arena) HOME DEPOT workers who were trafficking me. I am not certain if they were told or paid to or not.

Somewhere, somehow… I may have been SWAPPED with a GENUINE MEXICO CITY MIGRANT. They may have stolen my identity a long time ago and had enough gang members to assist them in mugging my life.

Belief I am the very real “Clem Abrams niece people are supposed to leave alone, not mess with”.

I’m bringing this up because I was told IN CHILDHOOD if I get the Van Nuys Courthouse to RUN. LEAVE THE U.S.A. Which would make sense for a migrant not a U.S. legal child.

I actually “ran” to American Samoa more than once in my youth to visit with people there and live a while. IT UPSET PEOPLE. Rumor is even ones on PRIVATE PLANES FLEW FROM THE U.S. to find out what was going on. They told people NOT TO KEEP ME THERE. So I have been in the U.S.A. most of my life. I’ve considered moving to Canada, U.K., France. People WILL NOT ALLOW IT.

Democratic Party Affiliation? Germans and Mexicans Took My Place(s)

Honestly. This happened while I was still a child. People hired adults to boost things I said. Instead of being developed as AN ACTUAL, ACTIVE, KNOWN POLITICAL PERSON I was sabotaged and silenced. Punahou School of Honolulu may have assisted and/or their sponsors insisted. I was repeatedly terrorized in Honolulu, Hawaii as a youth and taken around Chinese and Taiwanese peoples. Some behaved as if I were one of them, yet I never learned their culture. Some also called me a “JEW” yet I was NOT ALLOWED to learn much about the Hebrews and Judaism. The one temple in San Diego, CA I was taken to while a child I was actually attacked at and left on the floor for a while before someone took me to a hospital. PEOPLE KNEW THERE WERE GANG PROBLEMS and I am not suing anyone about these things. Just noting they happened.

It may very well be that my identity or spiritual self was also replaced at the Republican party also. I’ve not been able to visit and participate even in small town activities with them or the Democratic party.

This may surprise some people… during the past two U.S. presidential elections, I was actually DETAINED with local police departments and NOT ALLOWED TO VOTE. Early November 2020 as well as early November 2024. Coincidence?

Gang Culture in the 1970s as I was Handled

I was both treated like a KEY person as well as a low member of society and MEN… any… were entitled to earnings based on something I did. Honestly, I may have been created as a human being just for gang members to traffick. It was very scary and clear to me in San Diego, CA in the 1970s that I was separated from my “key mothers” as it happened over and over again IN PERSON. And the gang people I encountered were absorbed in creating fake husbands and relatives. I realize this may have happened because my identity was stolen anyway.

As a result, I have not been able to “get much traction” on a job, career nor even “a place or position” with high or low gang members in person. I’ve mostly drifted in and out of people’s realms and without absolute certainty of who I am and who I am connected with. It got so bad at times, the same people who saw me in the 1970s called me a different name each time they did. I had few people to rely on for even a straight conversation–as if I didn’t deserve one and “the men” did.

I had to be a nobody to have peace in my life, otherwise gang members were grabbing me all the time pretending things. Had to be disconnected from a real identity and well-known-ness to not be of interest. As a result, I’ve not been able to do much for myself or others in life. I have not even been a regular story teller… I was asked to stop being one a long time ago. I guess people had enough a long time ago.

I stood in for one of George Lucas’ girlfriends and also an adopted child while in the 1970s too. It was clear to be the real thing for him would be DANGEROUS as all f- for me as well as his peoples. I’d be an ongoing hostage and tool of extortion between gangs and gang members. Worse, some male gang members eyeballed me as a potential Lucasfilm regular and they had MY DEATH in their eyes, and not a nice one if I attempted to pursue it… which means I may not have made it to the 1980s if things played out differently.

Home Depot and Lowes Hardware Stores Connection? No, it is an identity theft problem from the 1970s.

Just realized people may have thought I worked for Home Depot, Lowes and BYCORP. It was not me. It was at least one man who used my name in California while I was growing up in Hawaii. I actually DO NOT know all the people who work or have worked at those stores. Very young I loved construction and architecture. I never was an employee at any hardware store, construction company nor architecture firm.

I’ve been stalked in Home Depot primarily in San Diego county. Looks like BYCORP connected gang members who have or do. I beg of you all, please don’t. I really don’t know people. I have no information, no connections to talk about.

Because of identity theft in the 1970s, at least several adult men knowingly used my name(s) and they likely were able to talk to gang leaderships and members about how small a person I actually was. I am not certain who all they were, and I can’t guarantee they were all nice people who cared about me at all. Someone, maybe many took my identity and may have even gotten me into all kinds of trouble with people I never met.

The people I do know who have homes in San Diego, including real and fake relatives… have contacts already for home improvements. Even if we end up getting things from Home Depot or Lowes or Ace or other… the people WORKING for us at the home are the PRIMARY CONTACT. Meaning, if we hire someone to install something at our home, they are the ones who will get Home Depot or other for the products. They themselves will go to the store and pick out what is needed. Which means we don’t actually need a HARD SELL by store employees for products.

Was not planning on writing about this. Something came up so thought I should ASAP. No hard feelings! I like hardware stores. Please don’t give me a hard time if I visit. I get bored at home and like looking at all the cool stuff. Sometimes I even get a few things for my hobby stuff.

Identity Theft is Real

I actually helped created my very own identity early in life and it appears to have been sold many times over in different ways to men, women, children and all forms of trans. They may or may not have been legal in the U.S.A. I believe the original plan was for me to sit at home and not know many people. Due to the identity theft I was kidnapped and people had many false expectations for me. Instead of crying and yelling my brains out I AGREED to help people who actually had stolen it and their peoples. What has happened is I got very caught up in gangster and mafia problems and I learned things. I was a stand in, a visitor, not a full time work force person though. A mythical creature of many identities before I was an adult. As an individual, I stood in for adults and children in places who were out of country, in prison or not yet born. It allowed people to meet me and remember which child I was.

My health(physical, financial and mental) is NOT GOOD ENOUGH to continue to be a “good sport” and just fill in for people. I can’t make in person appearances as a “sea hag” or “convict producer” or “gangster’s child” or “mafia child” with a variety of borrowed clout to help move anything around.

There is another post I wrote about being Mugged at Firebaugh. I’ve been mugged elsewhere too. It got very out of hand in my youth. The gangs knew I didn’t belong around their tough high level people. So I came and went. I probably would have known the British Royalty better if I hadn’t been so caught up with the identity theft. They are high level people who were not beating me up.

I’m hoping to continue as a little writer, even do some very small public speaking someday. It may not happen because of the identity theft. Bigger people than me have used things I helped create with teams of others. They may not wish me to step up and look better than some of their current younger people.

Reminder that identity theft can be in whole or partial. People may have used my name(s) and likenesses in the U.S.A., past addresses, old friends, former family members, favorite locations, schools and more. Some may have been high level people in society knowingly using my name just on paperwork and knowing I was politely sitting at home, others may have been migrants who had no idea who I was and willing to end my life to have a U.S. identity based on forged documents and fake ID’s.

The Big Chair

a repost from X.com/former Twitter.com

I keep referring to “my [professional] identity” having been stolen, bought and sold, used by others. THINK OF IT… like a seat at an exclusive business club.

Alone I could not get the chair in the first place, it existed because of people bigger than me. I got to visit and sit in it briefly in life while very defamed and discredited. Personally, I couldn’t afford to keep the seat funded, nor did I have enough friends to tell others to leave it in place. I did help each person who sat in the chair in big or small ways with what I did have. Sure it happens to other small people. It is why I can’t do much in society. Big people sit in that chair all the time.

What is the seat labeled? I’m not certain what the name is these days for the paperwork. It could be under “Steven” or “Mike/Michael/Miguel” or “Donna” or “Sarah” and other possibilities.