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My Letter Sent To John(I guess I know what he did with the letter
Jan, 2007
Dear John
I am not afraid to stand up to you. I know what you did.
It was strange of you to scold me on camera in Maui for writing about the devil.(at the writers conference) You are making me into this devil. I knew your next book would be about the devil. How many stories have you gotten off of me? Movies? You never wrote about witches before you caught wind of my story at the conference. I don't like how you used my parents street address, family name and cat. Do you put your victims in your books? I don't appreciate you making my brother an alcoholic and my dad a pedophile. Marty, was also the character name in my cloning story that was stolen. I always put family names in my stories. My brother has never touched alcohol. My dad wouldn't look at a child in a bad way. You even used my cat.
We aren't heading down the same alley. You know the exorcist/ psychiatrist in my next book treats people suffering from behavior problems and mental illness. You know that because it was posted it at my site. It was signed and dated for copyright protection. I don't grant you permission to use my work. This story is not yours!
My exorcist doctor must journey into the mind of his patients. He explores the inner workings of devils mind in order save their soul. He has to solve the devils riddles in order to free his captives. I compared it with playing chess and being inside a labyrinth. He has to match wits with the devil and track the devils foot prints into the darkest recesses of the mind. He finds all sorts of hidden chambers and secrets. He must risk his very soul in order to save the lives of others.(I questioned at the bottom of my thread if his victims would live to tell about it? I asked if they would be marked by the devil forever)
I felt this way after our bad ordeal. We both know where you got this idea. I was the person trying to rid the devil in my mind. You enjoyed invading my brain. Now I guess you'll enjoy writing about it. This is sick. Your book will be just as stupid as the rest.
Why do sicko's enjoy feeding off children and destroying them in your books? Even the ice man has more class. He spared children. You beat anything I've ever seen. You cater to twisted souls like yourself. You and your lover want to bring out the worst side in my nature. GOD tells me to behave but you tell me to go crazy. You tell me to kill myself online. You also call me stupid and childish. I am not insane. I am not weak. You have worked very hard to cage my mind in fear. I've been your obsession. What if I became your worst nightmare? What if I wasn't as predictable as you say? Would I be a better person? I won't be like you no matter what happens in this life. I don't condemn my trusting heart. I don't hate myself for servicing a man who destroys children in books. It wasn't my choice. You are sneaky. You prey on the meek for money. I don't care if your story matches mine. My story will be better than yours. You beat me down while you suck my juggler. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. I will not be weakened by your brazen theft.
My computer says, my valuable resources are being removed. It has been one violation after another. You have pushed me to the brink. I have done nothing to be sorry for. You tell me to go cry about it. You aren't someone I envy. You should be exposed for your evil. I once pitied you because you were broken. My heart is breaking and nothing can heal me. Nothing in the universe can repair the damage. Do you think a person can hate a predator but love their soul? Wouldn't it be insane to gravitate to someone you despise? You pretend to spread light while you destroy others. You pride yourself on being the devil. You are both cowards. I don't hide in darkness. Am I supposed to feel flattered that you used my ideas in your story again and again and again? You're really full of yourself. You break into my computer and expect me to repair the damage. Am I supposed to forget the expense? Am I somehow supposed to overlook the terror, attorney fees, forensic investigators and shrink? I'm not going to smile while you laugh your way to the bank this time. You won't rub it in my face again. Would a Saint turn the other cheek? You have done this multiple times. A smart man wouldn't enjoy such cruel amusement at the misery of others.
Some people would rather perish than destroy another human being. I was the one who got destroyed because I could not battle the person who seemed so gifted. Now we come to this point. I was violated too many times to forget. Sometimes scars just grow. I have pride. You couldn't take it all. I have discovered a great deal of holiness during our battles. GOD shines in me. All of the virtuous things you despised me for, I now love. You really wanted to make me hate myself forever. You have wounded me in ways I cannot express. I can never take pride in my writing again. For all of your crimes, you shouldn't be forgiven. I am the one who suffers. I see now how your books got their title; Suffer the babies, suffer the teenagers, suffer the innocents at the hands of monsters like you. I used to think your work was fiction. Now I'm not so sure. Why have you put me in the last few? You keep doing the same awful things to the characters in your stories that you say you will do to me in the future. You keep saying you'll forever get away with tormenting people because you are smarter than anyone in law enforcement. You don't mess with men. You don't immerge from the shadows and deal with people in the open. My soul has been filled with terror for years. Ever since my mothers battle with cancer we have battled. You will not wound me further. Do you understand?
I still love people but I cannot forgive demons. This time you will compensate and make up for your assaults. Surely you know this goes beyond greed. I have made you very rich. How can you continually hound me for material when you are the voice? Do you have the courage to speak to me over the phone? You can't look down on someone over the phone and act superior. I don't know what twisted hunger this feeds in you? I am not your kill as you say I am. I am not your victim. This isn't a game in my mind by any stretch of the imagination. It's a power trip in yours! don't see you as the devil. The devil has power. A thief has none. A thief of hearts and dreams never grows up. There is no power in robbing a caring person unless you are narcissistic.
The man the public sees is a teddy bear, a radiant charismatic figure. Own up to your crimes. You can't keep creating puppet slaves like you say to serve you. None is home in a person who thinks he can overpower people. You think so little of others. Such a monster is broken and not any different than a street thug. Their compassion disappeared ages ago. They are the person who walks into a prison and sides with the criminals because they know they are one. They make society too evil and unfit to live in. A public figure is just an image. A person who takes pride in terrorizing women and murdering babies is severely whacked! A talented man blessed by GOD that strips others of their dignity and entitlement is a criminal.I would hate to think you are just a cowardly swine. Who would imagine? You should get an academy award. What is your worth? You could have had so much. You could've been something besides a fake person with an over inflated ego. You could've been kind and intelligent. Perhaps your brilliance is wasted on the bottle. At one time you were smart. Would I have read your books if you were waste matter? If I had seen the thief, I wouldn't have looked further. I never knew you enjoyed degrading people for fun. I didn't know you chose fragile targets to destroy. I never knew women and children sickened you so. People said you were broken. I didn't want to believe them. The man I saw in person glowed. He pretended to be mighty and decent. Now I see why you never grew beyond your genre. I see why you never developed your writing talent to further your career. You do as little as possible. You don't cut a lick. How long ago did you run out of ideas? How many years have you been putting boxes out to find more victims? You said those people never lived to tell. You said I was your weakness. Was that fact or fiction?
Your evil has destroyed your virtue. There is no goodness left to dream. You can't write without a heart. That would take great skill. A person puts their faith in GOD. not you. You say you are the power! You don't know this but when you feed off others, you lose your goodness. When you destroy others you lose your eternal soul. You can't feed off starving writers who were once like you and expect substance in return. You can't torture every living soul for your miserable past. You have issues you never resolved before you became a name. Your name gives you the power to hurt others. Your evil destroyed you. You say I am evil and I should follow your lead.
I still seek perfection in my work. I still write with my heart and Love unconditionally. My dreams are flying high in the sky. I launched them a long time ago. They grow bigger with time. I believe in higher powers and Godliness. That faith will give my dreams a life of their own. I look for higher meaning. One person can make a difference. One predator cannot darken my soul. You may have turned my art to garbage but I can dream.
My desires are still to create magical stories and heavenly places that don't have guys like you.
A person needs to keep a bit of innocence in their heart and have faith. You can find bad boys like you on every street corner. You are the outcasts of society. You pretend to be high society to cover the disease living within. You love to fool people. I was the fool once. Now you are. You lost someone's faith in you. That is a great loss. You are the cowardly predator who stalks people and feeds off innocence for fun because you have no power to make the world a better place. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror because of your dirty deeds and take pride in who you are. You can only despise what you have become.
You like to steal and risk getting caught and sued. You are playing with fire.
What is your problem? Tell me the truth. You have no trouble speaking to me in person.
wednesday, January ,2007 America Online
Dear John
I am not afraid to stand up to you. I know what you did.
It was strange of you to scold me on camera in Maui for writing about the devil.(at the writers conference) You are making me into this devil. I knew your next book would be about the devil. How many stories have you gotten off of me? Movies? You never wrote about witches before you caught wind of my story at the conference. I don't like how you used my parents street address, family name and cat. Do you put your victims in your books? I don't appreciate you making my brother an alcoholic and my dad a pedophile. Marty, was also the character name in my cloning story that was stolen. I always put family names in my stories. My brother has never touched alcohol. My dad wouldn't look at a child in a bad way. You even used my cat.
We aren't heading down the same alley. You know the exorcist/ psychiatrist in my next book treats people suffering from behavior problems and mental illness. You know that because it was posted it at my site. It was signed and dated for copyright protection. I don't grant you permission to use my work. This story is not yours!
My exorcist doctor must journey into the mind of his patients. He explores the inner workings of devils mind in order save their soul. He has to solve the devils riddles in order to free his captives. I compared it with playing chess and being inside a labyrinth. He has to match wits with the devil and track the devils foot prints into the darkest recesses of the mind. He finds all sorts of hidden chambers and secrets. He must risk his very soul in order to save the lives of others.(I questioned at the bottom of my thread if his victims would live to tell about it? I asked if they would be marked by the devil forever)
I felt this way after our bad ordeal. We both know where you got this idea. I was the person trying to rid the devil in my mind. You enjoyed invading my brain. Now I guess you'll enjoy writing about it. This is sick. Your book will be just as stupid as the rest.
Why do sicko's enjoy feeding off children and destroying them in your books? Even the ice man has more class. He spared children. You beat anything I've ever seen. You cater to twisted souls like yourself. You and your lover want to bring out the worst side in my nature. GOD tells me to behave but you tell me to go crazy. You tell me to kill myself online. You also call me stupid and childish. I am not insane. I am not weak. You have worked very hard to cage my mind in fear. I've been your obsession. What if I became your worst nightmare? What if I wasn't as predictable as you say? Would I be a better person? I won't be like you no matter what happens in this life. I don't condemn my trusting heart. I don't hate myself for servicing a man who destroys children in books. It wasn't my choice. You are sneaky. You prey on the meek for money. I don't care if your story matches mine. My story will be better than yours. You beat me down while you suck my juggler. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. I will not be weakened by your brazen theft.
My computer says, my valuable resources are being removed. It has been one violation after another. You have pushed me to the brink. I have done nothing to be sorry for. You tell me to go cry about it. You aren't someone I envy. You should be exposed for your evil. I once pitied you because you were broken. My heart is breaking and nothing can heal me. Nothing in the universe can repair the damage. Do you think a person can hate a predator but love their soul? Wouldn't it be insane to gravitate to someone you despise? You pretend to spread light while you destroy others. You pride yourself on being the devil. You are both cowards. I don't hide in darkness. Am I supposed to feel flattered that you used my ideas in your story again and again and again? You're really full of yourself. You break into my computer and expect me to repair the damage. Am I supposed to forget the expense? Am I somehow supposed to overlook the terror, attorney fees, forensic investigators and shrink? I'm not going to smile while you laugh your way to the bank this time. You won't rub it in my face again. Would a Saint turn the other cheek? You have done this multiple times. A smart man wouldn't enjoy such cruel amusement at the misery of others.
Some people would rather perish than destroy another human being. I was the one who got destroyed because I could not battle the person who seemed so gifted. Now we come to this point. I was violated too many times to forget. Sometimes scars just grow. I have pride. You couldn't take it all. I have discovered a great deal of holiness during our battles. GOD shines in me. All of the virtuous things you despised me for, I now love. You really wanted to make me hate myself forever. You have wounded me in ways I cannot express. I can never take pride in my writing again. For all of your crimes, you shouldn't be forgiven. I am the one who suffers. I see now how your books got their title; Suffer the babies, suffer the teenagers, suffer the innocents at the hands of monsters like you. I used to think your work was fiction. Now I'm not so sure. Why have you put me in the last few? You keep doing the same awful things to the characters in your stories that you say you will do to me in the future. You keep saying you'll forever get away with tormenting people because you are smarter than anyone in law enforcement. You don't mess with men. You don't immerge from the shadows and deal with people in the open. My soul has been filled with terror for years. Ever since my mothers battle with cancer we have battled. You will not wound me further. Do you understand?
I still love people but I cannot forgive demons. This time you will compensate and make up for your assaults. Surely you know this goes beyond greed. I have made you very rich. How can you continually hound me for material when you are the voice? Do you have the courage to speak to me over the phone? You can't look down on someone over the phone and act superior. I don't know what twisted hunger this feeds in you? I am not your kill as you say I am. I am not your victim. This isn't a game in my mind by any stretch of the imagination. It's a power trip in yours! don't see you as the devil. The devil has power. A thief has none. A thief of hearts and dreams never grows up. There is no power in robbing a caring person unless you are narcissistic.
The man the public sees is a teddy bear, a radiant charismatic figure. Own up to your crimes. You can't keep creating puppet slaves like you say to serve you. None is home in a person who thinks he can overpower people. You think so little of others. Such a monster is broken and not any different than a street thug. Their compassion disappeared ages ago. They are the person who walks into a prison and sides with the criminals because they know they are one. They make society too evil and unfit to live in. A public figure is just an image. A person who takes pride in terrorizing women and murdering babies is severely whacked! A talented man blessed by GOD that strips others of their dignity and entitlement is a criminal.I would hate to think you are just a cowardly swine. Who would imagine? You should get an academy award. What is your worth? You could have had so much. You could've been something besides a fake person with an over inflated ego. You could've been kind and intelligent. Perhaps your brilliance is wasted on the bottle. At one time you were smart. Would I have read your books if you were waste matter? If I had seen the thief, I wouldn't have looked further. I never knew you enjoyed degrading people for fun. I didn't know you chose fragile targets to destroy. I never knew women and children sickened you so. People said you were broken. I didn't want to believe them. The man I saw in person glowed. He pretended to be mighty and decent. Now I see why you never grew beyond your genre. I see why you never developed your writing talent to further your career. You do as little as possible. You don't cut a lick. How long ago did you run out of ideas? How many years have you been putting boxes out to find more victims? You said those people never lived to tell. You said I was your weakness. Was that fact or fiction?
Your evil has destroyed your virtue. There is no goodness left to dream. You can't write without a heart. That would take great skill. A person puts their faith in GOD. not you. You say you are the power! You don't know this but when you feed off others, you lose your goodness. When you destroy others you lose your eternal soul. You can't feed off starving writers who were once like you and expect substance in return. You can't torture every living soul for your miserable past. You have issues you never resolved before you became a name. Your name gives you the power to hurt others. Your evil destroyed you. You say I am evil and I should follow your lead.
I still seek perfection in my work. I still write with my heart and Love unconditionally. My dreams are flying high in the sky. I launched them a long time ago. They grow bigger with time. I believe in higher powers and Godliness. That faith will give my dreams a life of their own. I look for higher meaning. One person can make a difference. One predator cannot darken my soul. You may have turned my art to garbage but I can dream.
My desires are still to create magical stories and heavenly places that don't have guys like you.
A person needs to keep a bit of innocence in their heart and have faith. You can find bad boys like you on every street corner. You are the outcasts of society. You pretend to be high society to cover the disease living within. You love to fool people. I was the fool once. Now you are. You lost someone's faith in you. That is a great loss. You are the cowardly predator who stalks people and feeds off innocence for fun because you have no power to make the world a better place. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror because of your dirty deeds and take pride in who you are. You can only despise what you have become.
You like to steal and risk getting caught and sued. You are playing with fire.
What is your problem? Tell me the truth. You have no trouble speaking to me in person.
wednesday, January ,2007 America Online
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SherryLee
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The famous artist who was comissioned by the vatican to paint the pope asked yesterday to paint my portrait! I'm quite honored. His work hangs in the vatican museum. I was blessed by the pope a month before his death at the vatican. I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways.
You just never know the amazing wonders life holds.
Never close your mind to possiblilities. Positive energy makes great things happen.
Lola Rose
SherryLee,
That is SO Encouraging! I needed your positive message today... If there is any way you can take a picture and post it here....that would be Great!
SherryLee
Thank you Lola Rose for your feedback! You have sparked my day.
Soon as I find out what he has in mind, I'll email you.
Send me you'll email and I'll introduce you. He's amazingly talented.
Mine is Sbretz3585@aol.com
Thanks!
Wow that is quite an honor. You were blessed by a Saint. That must mean you're an angel. I was the best friend of a Saint for ten years. She was a little Fransican nun. She took me to see Mother Teressa when she was in town.
I think these people come into our life for a reason. It's such a privelege to meet you. I think we are blessed to have met people of such great holiness and used their work to inspire us! This painter was asked by the holy father to paint his portrait. That says he's of the cloth and has a supreme gift. I am so enlightened when I meet angels. They give me something supernatural nothing else in life can offer. I can't wait to introduce you. I can't believe I've been so lucky to meet two extraordinary people in two days. I'm dancing in the clouds...Just imagine, we never talked about this before.
This was copied from a message board he followed me to
)
SherryLee
Member
The famous artist who was comissioned by the vatican to paint the pope asked yesterday to paint my portrait! I'm quite honored. His work hangs in the vatican museum. I was blessed by the pope a month before his death at the vatican. I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways.
You just never know the amazing wonders life holds.
Never close your mind to possiblilities. Positive energy makes great things happen.
Lola Rose
SherryLee,
That is SO Encouraging! I needed your positive message today... If there is any way you can take a picture and post it here....that would be Great!
SherryLee
Thank you Lola Rose for your feedback! You have sparked my day.
Soon as I find out what he has in mind, I'll email you.
Send me you'll email and I'll introduce you. He's amazingly talented.
Mine is Sbretz3585@aol.com
Thanks!
Wow that is quite an honor. You were blessed by a Saint. That must mean you're an angel. I was the best friend of a Saint for ten years. She was a little Fransican nun. She took me to see Mother Teressa when she was in town.
I think these people come into our life for a reason. It's such a privelege to meet you. I think we are blessed to have met people of such great holiness and used their work to inspire us! This painter was asked by the holy father to paint his portrait. That says he's of the cloth and has a supreme gift. I am so enlightened when I meet angels. They give me something supernatural nothing else in life can offer. I can't wait to introduce you. I can't believe I've been so lucky to meet two extraordinary people in two days. I'm dancing in the clouds...Just imagine, we never talked about this before.
SherryleeBretz
SherryLee
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Re: I'm thrilled! [Re: Lola Rose]
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Talochka, what priceless memories. ROme leaves something you forever keep. Did you have a chance to see the catacombs and visit the Vatican Museum? I visited the catacombs after the bones were removed. I wish I never visited. That was the creepiest places in the world. I wish I'd visited Rome before I toured Egypt. All of the great antiquities were there. I imagined Egypt would have the most priceless Egyptian treasures. The vatican has the best preserved relics. I did have a chance to see tuts mask and his treasures. Those were pretty amazing. Aside from Tuts treasures, I wasn't overwhelmed with Egypt. Rome still calls to me. I'd love to go back soon and relive the magic. The minute I stepped into Saint Peters Square it seemed like a different world. You have the beauty of of so many centuries in such a small area. I can see why so many people are quite content living inside the vatican city.
Do you plan to revisit?
Lola Rose: I still think you were touched to be in his presence. His blessing reached you.
He was a holy man.
Edited by SherryLee (10/25/06 04:02 PM)
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Reged: 09/14/06
Re: I'm thrilled! [Re: Lola Rose]
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Talochka, what priceless memories. ROme leaves something you forever keep. Did you have a chance to see the catacombs and visit the Vatican Museum? I visited the catacombs after the bones were removed. I wish I never visited. That was the creepiest places in the world. I wish I'd visited Rome before I toured Egypt. All of the great antiquities were there. I imagined Egypt would have the most priceless Egyptian treasures. The vatican has the best preserved relics. I did have a chance to see tuts mask and his treasures. Those were pretty amazing. Aside from Tuts treasures, I wasn't overwhelmed with Egypt. Rome still calls to me. I'd love to go back soon and relive the magic. The minute I stepped into Saint Peters Square it seemed like a different world. You have the beauty of of so many centuries in such a small area. I can see why so many people are quite content living inside the vatican city.
Do you plan to revisit?
Lola Rose: I still think you were touched to be in his presence. His blessing reached you.
He was a holy man.
Edited by SherryLee (10/25/06 04:02 PM)
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