Chapter 15: Persecuted But Not Forsaken Book: Mountain Refuge

Chapter 15 — Mountain Refuge

Rays from the sun awoke me as I found myself slumped over in the front seat of the car at a rest stop near Greensboro, North Carolina.

My goods were overflowing into the front seat, but the station wagon was a good thing; there was plenty of room for things important to me.
Groggily, I exited the car and took a walk—still wondering what I had been through for not only the last four years since I had left Cherokee but especially during the last month.

The knot on the back of my neck now was about an inch in circumference. I just figured it was from stress on the nerves, but knowing what I know now, I was more than likely implanted right before the energy attack occurred at the carrier case.
I got back in the car and drove five more hours to exit the familiar cutoff to Cherokee. This time, I would not be driving back.

Thirty minutes later I stopped at a familiar shopping center in Waynesville. It was dusk, and the view from the parking lot of the setting sun over the mountains was awesome. Lots of land was visible. As I scanned the horizon, I thought again about what had happened, where I was coming from, and where I was going. It all seemed so senseless and confusing.

Sitting there in the parking lot for an hour brought me painful memories: a hearse circling the house at late hours; the Virginia Beach policeman tailgating my car for two miles just after I visited the FCC trying to figure out who was following me, and the four men blocking the exit door in a small foyer when I was trying to deliver mail near the university; and there had been five times as many state troopers on the road the night I left with some state helicopter following me to the state line.

I got back in the car after getting a snack at the grocery store and drove over Soco to mom’s house.
I greeted her and then went straight to bed, but when I awoke, I still felt confused and dizzy.

I thought, Oh no, not again! This is the place where I always get better, not worse!

This is the place where I would come to get well from the wounds in life, and now someone has seen fit to come here. This is where I recovered from a debilitating leg injury and nursed myself back to health in 1981, and the place where I recovered from hernia surgery. The sound of the running creek below the front yard gave me peace, and the flowering trees on the mountainside shed their sweet aroma on me.

What is causing this?

I tried to put the aggravation aside and enjoy the day but the dizziness continued. As I lay in bed, an airplane could be heard in the far distance, something I had never heard before at mother’s house. Shortly thereafter, the room felt like it was swaying. I knew the disturbance was external.

I had great knowledge about how to heal naturally, but I would least make an appointment with a chiropractor in Waynesville to look at the knot on my neck.
And the doctor could substantiate why I left my job.

It would be more than just the planes that would be seeking my whereabouts.
As mom and I were driving her car to the chiropractor’s office, a late model black Ford car began to follow us. The car was quite noticeable in the middle of autumn on the Reservation four-lane highway where there’s hardly any traffic in November – before the casino came to town.

I slowed down, and he slowed down. So I stopped right in the middle of the road. He did a U-turn and disappeared.

Mom later told me the FBI asked for permission to conduct surveillance of her phone conversations, but this guy wasn’t a FBI guy.

Six weeks passed and I felt much better. The knot went down on the back of my neck and I began to eat decent food. But now I was in need of money, to make the support payments for Sarah.

The sick leave pay from the Post Office would help but I wanted to go to work somewhere but not in Norfolk after the murder attempt.

Fortune came my way, and in early March, I got a temporary job with the local fire crew.

This only lasted three weeks but it did a lot for my morale after what I had been through. I was physically active again, and I started back to church.

And then in April, I was able to get a seasonal job with the Park Service.
By letter, I quit the Post Office after an argument about them not doing enough to protect me from direct energy attacks as I was casing my mail.

Someone had used direct energy on me at that post office; I was disturbed while carrying the mail, and then saw fit to manipulate the Inspectors to harass me.
I should have figured something was going on when one of the carriers suddenly went down with a pinched nerve and went into surgery, and then arrived weeks later with a brace on his neck. He was their practice guy. His case was about five cases down from me, and he had been in good physical condition.

And then new supervisors were brought in from other cities. These supervisors I did not know, and they began to treat me roughly, going so far as to hide behind bushes and catch me driving my postal vehicle fifty yards with my door open on hot day to give me a ticket and take my license. They took me off my regular route and put me on a walking route – right behind the Post Office – where the perpetrators could continue to target me from the apartments in back of the Post Office.

Sensing I may be coming to Cherokee one day, I had bought a small lot just across the Reservation boundary about three miles from mom’s house. I had already installed a septic tank.

Anyway, I started building a shed.

One day while working on it, I received a call from the Park Service on the telephone I had connected: they offered me work in the summer months.
This job was something I really needed, for there weren’t many decent paying jobs around Cherokee.

I started working at a campground.

And then I bought a mobile home. It wasn’t much of one, but it would be mine and I could shield myself somewhat better than if I was at mom’s house.

After getting my trailer set up, I was still receiving pulsations hitting my body. Trying to determine the source, I bought several pieces of electronic equipment, and one day, while listening to a Citizens Band radio, which only picked up broadcasts nearby since mountains surrounded the trailer, I heard, “He’s got a radio!”

I then suspected someone at the Recreational Vehicle Park just below my trailer 100 yards was now monitoring me. Searching my trailer perimeter later, I found a stash of stomped out cigarettes behind a bush fifty yards away from my kitchen window.
One of the things perpetrators do is loosen wires like the neutral and ground wires or disconnect them from their proper places and put them near a hot wire – where pulsing will occur throughout the circuit. I doubt it’s a coincidence 18 serviceman died over in Iraq from electrocution, some in the bathroom shower and others in a swimming pool, from a report I read.

It’s bad enough radiological frequencies are disturbing the human nervous system through regular household wiring and the smart meters, for many victims have proved that.

And you would also want to make sure your electrical panel is bonded to a good ground. If you are in question, have the resistance composition of your soil checked out to make sure there is a good ground.

For what it’s worth, I’ve wired houses from start to finish, having been schooled at a vocational school in Norfolk while attending the tenth grade.

Anyway, the targeting continued. Air Force planes would suddenly appear out from the sky and come down over my property, with emanations cutting off my ground fault electrical breaker and causing severe pain to my body.

And whenever I traveled, a small plane would appear just as I arrived somewhere or went somewhere – I presume to get my coordinates.

The harassment was so bad one night, after I had been at the trailer for a couple of years that I called my friend Miriam and asked if I could spend the night with her.

She agreed, and I was so thankful.

(I sure would appreciate anyone reading this if they would go on Amazon books where my book is listed and give a positive review, unlike the one a perpetrator gave to try and stop me from getting this story out.)



No Bi-lo Milk, Route 9 turns?, Litter, Plane’s spray

Do not buy Bi-lo milk! It has growth hormones in it, which in my case, made my throat sore after I drank it. And the ice cream also had a terrible taste to it, which is probably from the same milk.

Route 9

Dangerous turns! I guess it was the state who reformed the the intersections at several locations, like Log Cabin Road and others, so that a person now is driving against oncoming traffic when needing to make a turn! Doesn’t make a bit of sense: delays travel, dangerous u-turn needed, and unneeded costs.


Horry county has so much garbage along its roads! Muck of it has fallen out of trailers that were on the way to the recycle centers. The solution: have people burn their garbage at home.

Plane spraying poisons in the county somehow get exempt from low altitude flying requirements, in this case, a pilot flew underneath the power lines off Route 45 last year spraying the fields. That’s right, underneath the power lines! County says it’s a FAA problem. But it won’t be if the pilot crashes on ground.

God’s Gift

In the shadow of confusion, disparity of poverty, feasibility of sickness, and the fear of Satan, God is still God is above all, and he awaits us with a gift.

Isaiah the prophet said for us to come to his waters and drink: Ho, every one that thirsteth, come to the waters, and he that hath no money, come, buy, and eat . . . (Isaiah 55: 1).

He is talking about the receiving the gift of God’s spirit through Jesus Christ; and nothing is more important than drinking of the Spirit that gives life and purpose – receiving salvation from sin, and wisdom from heaven.

Consider this gift, for the Bible says: For grace are ye saved through faith and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God (Ephesians 2: 8).

The free gift came upon all men unto justification of life (Romans 5: 17).
All we must do is bow in humble adoration and confess that we are sinners to receive the gift of God’s spirit through Jesus Christ.

May God bless you with the free gift this new season.

Breaking An Addiction

To break an addiction from a bad habit like smoking, drug use, sexual abuse, or idolatry, something must be put in its place,

like the spirit of God almighty who gives life.

That’s the choice: one leads to spiritual darkness and death, the other leads to life.

Two ways, two paths, two destinies.

We are often faced with such a choice in mid-life, and we are warned in Proverbs 10: 29: The way of the Lord is strength to the upright, but destruction shall be to the workers of iniquity.

Once a decision is made, usually from desolation and suffering, humbleness and obedience to God’s will should take place.

Consider the path to life though dark with a forest of troubles – that with God there is hope to find a clearing of peace and sunshine. And why God gave Jesus to lose the sins in the forest upon pious adoration.

The Bible says: But the ones belonging to Christ crucified the flesh with its passions and lusts (Galatians 5: 24; TIB).

With Christ there is hope, but the ways of the world lead to sin, lust, and death (James 1: 15).


Opiod Lawsuits Are Vain for Saving Lives

While the States’ opiod lawsuits may recover costs for community services such as EMS, Law Enforcement, and insurance companies, they won’t stop the disorderly conduct of individuals, suicides, sicknesses, and murders that are taking place from pyscho-tropic drugs and the root of all evil — combined mind control technology in the form of radio frequencies operating through the electrical grid, smart meters, and communication towers that are spread out over the nation.

For townships to save money related costs of drug usage, just look to the cell phone companies and sue them to rid of the antennas that are emanating artificial energy and causing disease, confusion, and addiction to drugs.

Antennas must come down — as the high images of the past did when God intervened and brought down lofty idols that people were worshiping and bowing down to.

Our God is a jealous God who will not take second place to such false worship because he loves us.

Today’s Prayer for Us Victims of Persecution

That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God; Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and long-suffering with joyfulness; Giving thanks unto the Father, who hath made us fit to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light; Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son; In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins.

Colossians 1: 10-14

God’s Sabbath Day of Rest

The fourth command from God in the Old Testament mandates a person rest after six days of work: Six days shalt thou labor and do thy work . . . but the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God; in it thou shalt not do any work . . . (Exodus 20: 9-10).

The Lord blessed the seventh day, but if we entertain selfish pleasures, God will not give us a blessing (Isaiah 58: 13-14).

We are not to speak our own words, pollute the sabbath day, or do any evil (Isaiah 56: 2); nor claim selfish independence –but worship God in the congregation.

Consider this holy God who gives us rest one day a week, but if we have sin in our lives provides Jesus as a Savior and redeemer of sin.

The Bible says: in him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace (Ephesians 1: 7).

Consequences of disobeying this fourth commandment are having God turn us over to idols and statutes which are false and lead to big problems. And we certainly don’t want that.

Persecuted But Not Forsaken: Chapter 14 Depart from Evil

Chapter 14 – Depart From Evil

The knot on my neck got bigger.
Three terrible days passed and I was stressed out. The oxygen to my brain slowed, and the muscles tightened.
I arrived home from work the third or fourth day of this targeting at the Post office and my route area around 4:00 p.m., ate some dinner, tried to rest, but again, something targeted me, and I continued to remember the door pane glass being broken.
I couldn’t take it: I walked around the lake in back of the apartment, and it was the first time I had the helicopter experience and stalking many victims complain about, other than a few months before this period when I started playing ball for the church softball team and one continued to hover over the field for some reason.
When I walked back to the apartment, I saw the trial court’s judge car in my neighborhood! The license plate with his initials were clear!
I knew something was crazy. I mean, the man lived miles away from my dead end neighborhood and I certainly didn’t blame him for nothing: he ruled in my favor granting me the divorce. It was the next judge who ruled erroneously on my divorce.
The fourth night on a Thursday I believe, at sunset, I looked for answers.
God speaks in dark places and I looked for a quiet place.
I found a patch of woods about a block down the road and made my way around broken bottles, dead wood, and litter, to sit down and seek God’s counsel. Surely no one would bother me here.
The woods hardly offered a quiet place because they were next to a busy four lane road.
But I needed somewhere to think, and then I remembered the prayer chapel up at the local church.
Maybe it was open.
It was getting late. The sun had gone down but it was my only hope.
I entered the chapel and found my way upstairs to the dark prayer room.
We don’t always know what to pray for until trouble comes, and then God intercedes for us.
Safety was on my mind and the words from Psalms 37: 27 manifested: Depart from evil, and do good; and dwell for evermore
I know the evil perpetrators wanted me gone, but I would never submit to intimidation, but when God decrees something, it’s time to do it.
I really think those words relate to personal evil, but at this moment, they were meant for me to leave the area for safety.
So I made my plan to go, which was sad, because I loved my job.

Who through faith, subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions . . . and these all, having received witness through faith received not the promise, God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect (Hebrews 11: 33-40).

After all, I had just exposed corruption in the Norfolk court system, a law firm that was exploiting its own clients, and false businesses set up to harass people.
I didn’t ask for all this – it just began to surround me.
So where would I stay in the meantime until I got my belongings together?
I could not go home.
But I decided to figure that out after work the next day. I would try and make it one more day.
The next day after work, instead of going home, I again went to a place I knew would be quiet: the grounds of my old Junior High School.
Before I got there, I picked up a newspaper..
Sitting out in the middle of the field and seeing that all was clear around me, I found what I was looking for: Room For Rent, $100.00 per week.
I drove and found a pay phone and made the call.
“Sure, you can stay here. Come on over. The rent is $100.00.”
I made my way over to Martha’s house in Virginia Beach and that’s where I would stay for about a month.
I didn’t think it was that unusual that Air Force planes would be flying over my bedroom because Oceana Naval Air Station is a very busy base, but now I know it was programmed to harass me. Once every forty-five seconds a plane would come over my bedroom, and this went on for quite a few nights just as a same scenario would occur years later in Jacksonville N.C. as I was building a shed on a lot.
They would continually dive down over my work area no more than a couple hundred feet all throughout the days the week I was there.
And now a private hearse would crisscross a neighboring street as I walked around the block at Martha’s house.
Anyway, Martha’s house gave me some relief.
I made it to church one Sunday but I was a mess, not having hardly any sleep.
After a few days of being at Martha’s, I finally got enough nerve up to go back over to the old apartment and gather the rest of the belongings.
I made more plans to leave.
I had not the foggiest idea of how I would pay my child support of $150.00 every two weeks if I left and quit the Post Office but I knew I couldn’t pay it if I were dead.
I took my last thousand dollars and bought a station wagon to haul my personal belongings; Martha had a garage where I could lock the car up at night.
I would quit work at the end of the month, terminate my lease at the old apartment, and get out of the area.
On a Friday afternoon at 4:00 p.m., sometime in September of 1990, I left my hometown to seek safety.
On my way out of town, I stopped near downtown to say goodbye to an angel who stuck by me for three years, beloved sister of God, who nursed my emotions and comforted me with her faith.
It wasn’t unusual to see five times as many state troopers on the road that night. So it wasn’t unusual for a state police helicopter to come out of nowhere and hover over my car the last twenty miles to the North Carolina state line.
What a waste of money! These perpetrators should be made to repay the state for all the unwarranted actions taken against innocent citizens. Materials, equipment, manpower, and paperwork have been unnecessarily expended.
Twenty miles across the state line at the first rest stop, I stopped and thanked the Lord for delivering me from evil.
As I tried to get a nap, a prostitute knocked on my window and asked, “Can I help you this evening?”
The area was much too close to Virginia, so I drove another fifty miles to find rest near Greensboro.

God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder; he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark . . .
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return. (Job 16: 11-22).

God Solves Arguments

When there is a disagreement with someone, think about some of the scriptures in the Bible that may mitigate the matter.

A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger (Proverbs 15: 1).

How many disputes have been avoided by keeping quiet and being humble – knowing that God will resolve a situation in due time.

But if we don’t know God, we may get caught up in anger and speak defamatory words that we will be sorry for later.

Jesus said, “For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by they words, thou shalt be condemned” (Matthew 12: 37).: condemned in the sense of being judged by the law of God.

So we should make our own lives are right with God before entering into a debate – and know the scriptures or reason for arguing in the first place to save a lot of embarrassment.
And many such arguments are in vain if not glorifying God

In summary, consider the scripture: Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him (Colossians 3: 170.

God in the Wilderness

God is not only in church but in the wilderness.

Consider his plea to an Egyptian ruler regarding the Hebrews: Let my people go, that they may serve me in the wilderness (Exodus 7: 16).

And we know Jesus went to the wilderness to pray in Luke 5: 16.

At the far western end of North Carolina lies a forest — that has been untouched by loggers, hikers, or rock hounds (gem hunters).

It’s quite an amazing sight to see if you appreciate natural beauty, but if you expect to see clean cut trees, smooth walking paths, and a blue sky peeking through the tall hemlocks, you’ll be disappointed.

This is a forest with decomposed tree limbs and trunks overlapping each other along clear streams, watery musty bark residue covering the ground, and it is very dark throughout.

Our spiritual lives may be as such: things seem to be dark and there is no hope.
But like the forest, know that God is available and can be seen in the dimmest of times.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, a light unto my path (Psalms 119: 105).

May we open the word of God to see which is the right way.

And if we have sinned, find Jesus.

In him was life, and the life was the light of men (John 1: 4)