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baby girl was murdered violently, her mother,my girlfriend screamed for thirty minutes while the child poisoned
struggled to survive, expected for delivery only one month later. Later I carried my daughter myself five miles to a
proper burial and she was blessed by a priest. I had explained in detail to my family and the consulate many times
about the people coming to my residences and to me on the street and threatening my life, my family acted as if they
did not hear me and rather called me manipulative or insane to say such things, even a lier; I never lie and I am quite
healthy. I never complained once in my life about the following things until after the fate full bottle dropped in
Seattle. All the evidence shows that my family came up with this elaborate scheme to murder me in revenge for
bring up the abuse topic and also to acquire control of a trust in my name. I am taking steps to subpoena internet and
phone records 2008- current day from all family members. I am abroad and have made several police reports, so had
my ex girlfriend and the Boston police recommend to stay away if there is a contract for my murder. I am asking the
reader to try thinking like a Sherlock Holmes to help solve this ongoing crime. I am telling the whole truth that I
know
My daughter was a fully developed healthy girl according to the nurses ultrasound just days before she was
murdered, and it was not her mothers own fault; she signed confessions and made statements with lawyers because
others were involved in this and also planned to kill me. I had met her as 2014 well after 2008 around when those
people first had threatened me and tried to kill me, which I had briefed her on, incase they showed up. When they
finally did show up and the threats and attempts began in my new location, her house,I remember she said this to
me, oh now I believe you. That particular address only the State department had on file. There are many witnesses
in this situation of mine. One was an old woman very honest looking who came between me and a gunman, warned
me by sliding her hand across her throat while I got into a taxi. Lesyl, my girlfriend told me later They killed that
woman. Hopefully hat by making one arrest it may lead to more arrests so I am offering A $50,000 dollar reward to
be paid in installments to anyone providing information which leads to such an arrest. Right before the 2016
presidential election I made my latest will and testament to nominee Donald Trump and to reserve policeman Steven
Seagal because I trust they can avenge my child, myself and the others threatened or killed. I have also posted my
MRI and MRA brain scans to prove my good health and for no reason should I have had a heart attack in front of
several hospital staff in Bagiuo City while just standing up for a regular checkup appointment; (I suspect some brain
scarring was due to that chemically induced heart attack)
Again I say I have no enemies that I know of. Here are the possible suspects and their means, motives and
opportunities, plus background.
My father who I do love and forgive Dr. Bernard S Yudowitz was born in New York; his fathers connections led to
his baby photo covering a New York daily newspaper. His father, known as Rocky was very well liked in
Brooklyns depression era. He had immigrated to New York from Poland in the beginning of the 20th century, and
managed three fabric stores (see a store photo with my father in it in Peekskill in Google books), one store was
located across the street from a prison. I was told that mobsters hid out in his shop, waiting to throw bombs at the
prison executioner. Molly, his mother had a wicked temper and became frantic whenever the store lights dimmed
during execution time. She often slammed Bernies head against a wall. Those events massively impacted Bernie
who I believe equated heroes with these mobsters. In university he smuggled firecrackers, some like small sticks of
dynamite, across state lines while a civil rights activist thus emulating both the bomb throwers and 1950s mobsters
who also fought for immigrants rights while in the civil right movement. My father once said while opening house
mail in the 90s I am gonna miss Whitey, he could sure fix a problem. My father gained his notoriety as an
excellent hospital administrator and he likely helped stage the two attempts on my life at Philippine hospitals when
he told me to go to them for no reason. He was the director of Psychiatry for the Massachusetts Department of
Corrections at Bridgwater State prison for the criminally insane followed by his directing the New England
Rehabilitation Sports Medicine Center for sports stars. My mother told me he became a doctor to understand his
own mother. F. Lee Baileys stated in his book about the O. J. Simpson Trial of my father s expert opinion that O. J.
Simpson showed no symptoms of having killed anyone right after those murders; yet, then also at a home dinner
with guests my father said all the lawyers including himself believed O. J was in fact guilty. A Massachusetts
newspaper columnist in the 80s wrote that my father only got big cases by his big connections. People learned they
could be promoted or demoted when dealing with my father seen in the dismissal of the Harvard dean, for not
appropriating his gift of money soon enough and my mothers psychiatrist was demoted while trying to save our
familys health from him.
I was named Lawrence after my fathers own psychiatrist saved him from suicide at Cornell after his mother died.
My father was diagnosed having an A type Personality, driven for control of others. He also was very intense once
rupturing a blood vessel in his eye from such.
I always came home right after school as I was told to; always obeyed my parents orders to this day.and I lived
similar to as only child for several years; my siblings were already in college far away as I entered Junior High. I
considered myself a very good boy and I was very good to my family but since I was born they ignored me and
spoke bad of me for no reason, even framed me sometimes like when all my unwrapped gifts were taken away on
some Christmas from me for no reason so they could play with them. I had asked to be given for adoption and
called run away services several times but not even the schools could help because my father lied to make
everything look fine, so until I turned eighteen had nightmares each and every night and my daily mantra was be
patient which I said to myself verbally. I was free at last in 1990 after high school but my father made calls to those
around me and begged me on his knees to accept monthly rent checks, I was too naive nor strong enough to refuse
because he was crying and saying that I would literally die on the streets, it happened to be the 1990 recession and
jobs were scarce.
At my age of eleven years my father ordered my mother not to trust me after I myself tried to make a truce between
them, and used a quote from her that she told me about him that G-d would forgive but dad would not. He said that
because I used her quote I had broken her trust, and that was the first time he said I was not trustworthy. He told me
in front of her that he never planned to have me as a fourth child. I was usually very nervous at home for he once
beat me in the head while I was sleeping after literally kicking down the hotel room door on a school holiday with
Tuck Tours he thought I was pretending to sleep, and I forgive him, though anyone who doesn't live with him would
never suspect his violent and paranoid behavior. Often my father sat my mother down telling her she imagined
things which she didnt, and she became very fragile, crying at anything and spacing out. I recall once she drove a
full quarter mile towards a car ahead while my friend Jon Rosman and we warned her loudly, and then she hit that
car snapping her out of her trance My oldest brother Michael says Dad hangs out with bikers and received visits in
Miami from two grandsons of the original Murder Inc. Martin made it a point to ask him infront of me, Hey Dad,
didnt you once work for John Gotti? It is true my father often brags that he was called The doc,
I try to ignore these things. Martin was groomed by my father, going to the same college, working in the same
family business in Scotland, helping draft family financial plans and naming his consultation company
Yudowitz.com.
My father often used reverse psychology on me as a kid and made me try some prescription drugs without a good
reason other than being under the influenced while I was trying pot. I was sexually molested for twenty years by his
father, though he was a great man, I forgive him too. My father knew about my molestation or least should have
known because his own mother, my grandma, had stopped the same thing from happening to him. He is a doctor and
so I am not sure why he also kept pornography in a film canister in our pile of family albums labeled as mother,
and which he later claimed to have been evidence from one of his first big law cases in Boston (it appeared to me as
though he kept evidence of others as a way of blackmail, and when I was about twelve he also said he kept a letter I
wrote to a Nathan Y Gross he said it was to use against me when I was older if he found it necessary).
While staring at the ceiling as my grandfather fondled my testicles my brother Michael sometimes caught him doing
this, yelling at him, calling him fag and pervert after which Michael just left me standing alone; no one talked to
me about it ever, not once. Later in 2016 these were my issues, in my mind, which my father told me to deal with
while I was on holiday in the Philippines. The rest of the family said that I was lying about it, but I was not. (I had
promised myself as a child every night after nightmares and during the molestations against me that there would
someday be justice though I never sought it actively).
Around 2009 it was a miracle that I discovered the very important report from 1979 which my school, Park in
Brookline, had initiated after suspecting abuses at my home; that report requested that I should go to intensive
therapy for child abuse/ My parents literally covered up that report and the abuses greatly increased. My mothers
own psychiatrist, Silvio Onesti, was the one who oversaw the 1979 report. My mother told her psychiatrist that
everything was fine at home, a lie, because she was scared of my father, and her statement to Silvio Onesti
contradicted a letter in which she wrote to me things were so bad at home this being the real reason I was never in
therapy for the abuses.
The schools did their part to intervene, but my father switched my schools three times and made excuses those
teachers. I never saw my best friends at Park School again. My entrance test to a private school, Dexter, also in
Brookline, was a highest score but again a few years later my parents switched me to a public school which was two
years below my educational level. That school was within walking distance because my mother said it would save
her from driving me to my friends homes.
Much earlier on my mother had locked me inside my room on and off for two years so she would not have to watch
me and I forgive her, she just did not know how to be a mother, she blames her parents for that. Her parents were the
greatest grandparents I could hope having but my father began disallowing their visits and so I decided to write
letters with them instead,. In high school it seemed my mom told them I tried smoking pot, though she never
admitted to them about herself trying.My grandfather Bill said to me that my letter made him high.
My mother told me that my family hated me for being smarter and better looking than them. I loved my family very
much yet they always abused me right up to this day and telling lies about me, very much like I was their male
Cinderella. .
The last visit from my oldest brother Michael he asked the hotel bell boy to find him a prostitute to spend the night
with and he joked to me during the attempts on my life about receiving blow jobs on the phone, I hate him for that
for I am still healing from past abuses.
Since I was a little boy, they always gave themselves checks from the family realty trust company but never to me to
use, and I never asked. I sometimes felt as though I was being used as a tax haven. Sometimes my father had offered
to give me my dividend check from the company, which was in my name, but as soon as I said thank you and
smiled, hed say no, because you smiled.
Driving my first car at nineteen, I caught my parents investigators taking u-turn after u-turn behind me, my mother
denied it was her doing but her sister Ruth Pearl, confronted her on my behalf; my mother then after admitted it that
it was my parents doing. I left Boston like my siblings had said before me to escape my father, but he still had
people hired to live next to me and once even moved into my house. Much later I changed my name from Yudowitz
to my mothers family name of Margulies.
My Sunday school named me Heart, the headmaster said because I was sweet, and the people referred to in this
statement between 2008 and 2018 called me it.
My discovery in 2009 of the 1979 (Park) report coincided with a lost passport investigation and my house
mortgage loan intended to use in making hotel and school businesses in China which I instead spent it running from
these people likely hired by my family.
Pertinent to this here statement: When I was12 years old in 1983, there was a boy five years older at camp Yavneh,
he dressed in Jewish Orthodox robes, took me to a shack to see his playboy magazine (I wanted to see Madonna
naked), he then asked me for a sick favor (blow job), which I refused, and it was this same adult boy who later
came to my family house asking me to try drugs. Again I refused him, maybe he wanted a blow job in exchange. My
parents invited him inside and he met my family. I did end up taking some drags because he said it was perfectly
safe. This man Nathan Y Gross, was the polices snitch in Allston Massachusetts and he frequented Brookline
parks. He showed me one swing set where he raped a girl fifteen he said. I hated him for that also. So, as it turned
out, in 2016, my father told me over the phone line while I was on holiday in Cebu, Philippines: Nathan had taken
everything from you, but he had not, my family had (literally taken all possessions, dividends, education, friends,
opportunities, and my innocence). This explains why out of small anger and to make some point I made a will and
testament out to Nathan which I soon after voided when I made this recent serious one to Trump and Seagal out of
concern for safety.
There were times I was poisoned in the Philippines covertly while literally standing in line at the government
offices, several times, and because I was angry at my father for saying this thing about Nathan taking away
everything I decided to make a will and testament giving all my Wellsfargo savings (everything) to Nathan; I then
emailed the scanned will and testament to him.
Afterwards I found Nathans telephone number by doing a background check, and calling him for the first time in
twenty years Nathan immediately spoke about a letter my parents had then recently sent to him in response to the
will. It is important that the reader know that during this period of time 2014 through 2016 when I was poisoned was
the same time that Nathan said that he received a letter from my parents and in the letter to him from my parents my
father stated that I had a chemically induced psychosis. But how would my father have said that unless he had tried
doing so with the poison, which was a strong hallucinogen, so strong that it felt as if it had broken past the brain to
blood barrier. Nathan, after he spoke with my father and Martin my brother, later denied receiving this letter, for
whatever reasons.
I would go on to be poisoned several times and people came to my girlfriend about poison (see her attached
statement). My baby girl was also poisoned (her hair sample and my own bloods samples proves this).
That time my girlfriend made her statement here attached (There are more statements and reports not included here
now) she said that she had something important to tell me but if only after we left the city we were in.Those people
were chasing us around.
A certain SUV was parked at a vantage point outside our hotel, the Holiday Inn, men coming to and from it were
heard loudly below our window speaking of shooting me while she slept and I suspected they parked outside the
gates to avoid the guards log book recording their plate number, so I called my consulate about it and refrained
from mentioning it to my girlfriend. The consulate officer on duty said to me on that phone call there at 7:00 AM
that the consulate had contacts in the Lapu Lapu police station so there I went while she slept.
Another pertinent story to my statement here: I was about 18 in 1990, and in a therapy session arranged by my father
I was touched on my elbow for a reason, I replied to that psychologist it reminded me of being fondled as a young
child, which explained why I wore long buttoned sleeve shirts and long pants through hot summers and refused to
take baths from my mom thus making me smell, which my brothers teased me about. I was also finding it
uncomfortable to sit close to others. This particular past psychologist, whom I only saw once, wanted me to confront
the abusers in order to help heal me, so, I finally took this opportunity in 2015 when my father said to deal with
my issues.
I requested a private meeting with a mediator and my mom to talk about it then around 2015. She had with no bad
intentions but nevertheless caused one of my largest emotional scars, the time she used an anal thermometer when I
was 11 trying to skip school. At that time when I was 11 she feared my fathers anger for allowing me to skip school
and no other thermometers laid around because I hid them. What made this more traumatic for me was that soon
afterwards my mother ridiculed me for walking like a girl, it was also discovered I had flat feet, so to this day just
the act of walking made me feel less of a man if my arches were not perfect.
My father may have meant a different issue in his mind, he never said, but this was my real issue if not the only one
which bothered me. It was then obvious in 2016 my family was in real time correspondence with a surveillance team
on me because their emails and statements statement more and more so directly reflected what happened real time in
my life.
My mother became furious that I mentioned the abuse calling me a lier and instigated all the other family members
to attack me more than usual.
I was taking a holiday to the Philippines to meet a date where my father called my phone said he was concerned
about my issues in Cebu, him talking as if he were looking straight at me. He and my mother accused me while
running from a hit team of manipulating them to buy a house in Canada which I had sold.
What really happened was, I had mortgaged the house for a loan from a Jewish private lender upon discovering this
house owed taxes and had no furniture; I also had no job so a friend of the realtor suggested a loan, not I.
Soon after the mortgage loan, border security would not let me enter Canada due to a past felony possession. In
1996 I pleaded guilty to it though there was no evidence and based on a strangers hearsay about my housemate. My
father asked me to plead guilty against my own better judgment so not to risk ten years incarceration.
So in 2016 my parents were angry at me and accused me of stealing the mortgage money. If I had known (and I still
do not know) the purchase money was from a trust in my name I would have insisted a condo by the water because I
wanted to be a writer buy my father insisted it should be an income property in the city there; I have no idea where
the money came from because my father was never honest to me. He said he mortgaged his own house to get the
money and was so he could get a gift tax. My brother Michael intervened to ask for a 100,000 loan from my Dad so
I was left with only inner city properties to choose from. I was desperate for any home so I accepted it, but it was
not my first choice which may have been my right.
I wanted to pay my taxes like any proud American would but they always beat me to it or made excuses that they
did not know what address to send my tax documents to even though I made sure they had it. I have questions now
why I was never given knowledge about the trust ever and why whenever I tried to pay my own taxes they made
strides to prevent that.
2016 my mother also accused me of lying about the child abuse and my father said that I ought to be ashamed for
bringing up abuse at their old age.
I still carried with me my family photos and a letter he wrote to me from Israel, in it he mentioned being with Finish
people there and happened it was Finish people who came talked with me in Cebu, Philippines. Half the people
coming up to me in Cebu, Philippines had Finish looks if they were not Americans, including the day after I
recovered successfully from the hallucinogen a large Finish lady came to my face directly and asked sarcastically
Arent you confused?!.
My fathers best friend, Paul Mcswseeney was a risk management security specialist, in Boston who had put
surveillance on me in my teens. When my aunt had confronted my mother for an admission of guilt. It was difficult
to tell different surveillance teams apart between 2008 and 2018.
Paul McSweeney, who situated himself in Bostons Quincy harbour, had connections with crime syndicates and
would have turned a blind eye to the attempts on my life. I know this because one time, as a teen, I knew of a
murder possibly about to happen so I asked him what my responsibility was, he said to not mention it ever,
otherwise there could be a conspiracy charge against me. I kept my mouth shut in general, that is who I have been
since my birth because I grew up respecting peoples privacy and confidentiality, so thats a big reason I am so
surprised at myself to have to make this public statement now, but my innocent girl was murdered after I
specifically told my community and law enforcement to help prevent that and my own family told everyone that my
cries for help and escapes from real killers were bogus.
The last time I corresponded with my parents I asked them to make a confession. In question is a certain name-card,
which those Finish men in Cebu had given me, that card would prove if my parents hired them or not. I had scanned
it and sent it to their emails but as soon as I asked for it to be returned they ignored me, and so I asked their lawyer
to ask them, which they also did not reply to. I then mentioned to their lawyer Ken Shulman my quest to get a
subpoena for their email and phone records, but they deleted their email accounts after that request.
The next suspects in the orchestration of the murder of my child and I.
At the 2008 Olympics, two men were asking me about my lost visa and passports, one man Sasha, a Ukrainian
passport holder has an MTV tattoo on the flesh at his thumb, and the other, a black man John Benny, holding a
Nigerian passport.
Benny told Sasha aloud I that was from Brookline, though I never had said. Benny pretended to panic that I blew his
cover as a diplomatic security agent so his black associate asked him that if by his deputizing me could he solve that
problem.
Afterwards Benny was concerned I had a criminal record which I never said either. Benny introduced Sasha as
KGB and they both exposed themselves as feeding information to the American State Department; They were
sincere in asking me what had happened to my visa and passports.
When applying for a passport and after leaving the Seattle Passport Agency a bottle fell directly down to where my
head was. I swear to G-d and on the holy bible never gave anyone my passport pages nor passport books in my
entire life. Since then many undercover agents threatened to kill me and tried. If they really are heroes then they will
be forgiving and might even help now. Someone is in inside the State Department and is somehow connected with
my fathers manipulative ways especially obvious due to the fact that I never signed a privacy waiver after 2008 and
he was told all details from my phone conversations with the consulate and of letters I gave with my loan
applications stating he was a threats and that in some way it could be construed that he hid money from me which
was in my name.
I am still in imminent danger now which is my only justified reason for divulging the name of undercover agents
and since no law enforcement will help, and that even inside the U.S. Consulate during a time I was given a
lethal dose of poison the federal law officer refused the very visit that he invited me to to make such a report. By
the way I have no criminal record now. I also want to reiterate the fact that I never made any complaint neither
about abuse nor an agent until after the bottle fell to where my head was that time after the Seattle passport
agency refused my passport renewal
People had pointed fingers toward those two undercover agents after the bottle dropped, people who seemed to be
in their circle. Benny had claimed having a chloroform sales license and Sasha claimed to be popular at the
electronics market for purchasing much eavesdropping equipment; this means they know hundreds of dangerous
field agents whom to sell to and whom I should fear.
I was in Israel once with my father and one of our archaeology team members had worked with the intelligence
community. If my family hired sone people to kill me and get away with it they would have likely hire skilled ex
covert operatives.
2009 or so while staying in Hong Kong I was attacked with a bottle to my head, so I hired a bodyguard after making
a police report inside the Mandarin Oriental Hotel and went to have stitches. Then a few days later two men came to
my table and sat down, one sounded Russian. They said they were going to kill me and asked if I was a Jew and I
told them there was no reason to kill me. I called my father who asked me specifically: Did you tell them there is no
reason. From that point on his statements continued to always specifically reflect exactly what could have been
heard only if one were to be listening to me.
A few days earlier to this meeting right after the bottle attack and before I met those two men I had made a phone to
Benny from the Olympics to ask for safety advise. I called from the hotel room which my bodyguard brought me to.
Upon him answering my call he said I dont know you and at the moment we hung upo I was almost certain he
said Youre dead. It was like me to call him much later on and he invited me to meet him in Taiwan, and we did
on my birthday. My father sponsored that trip and Benny had called my parents house leaving a message on the
voice machine. My father joked that he was my inside man, but I was only taking Benny up on making the English
school with me. I had few role models in my life and I also thought he might be able to become one.
It was in 2010 I went to Seattle for a new passport instead of Boston, because it was closer to my house in British
Columbia. The passport office in Seattle refused to give me a passport and then soon after leavin that office one
Thursday morning at around 11:30, across the street to eat lunch and calling a taxi, a bottle fell to exactly where my
head was.
That happened at the entrance to the Brooklyn Seafood restaurant. The new armed bodyguard I hired then
confirmed with a contact inside the eatery that a bottle did drop there that day where I said.
The police told me it could have been an accident. but that was impossible because it the building had closed roof
access (Google has images of the building and its entrance).
In Seattle several men had followed me including a huge black commando with a live security clearance (he said)
who asked me about my trip in Asia (his cousin with him nudged When you gonna do him?). This commando
reached his hand under the table we sat at with his phone on.
A retired navy seal team five member, said he was given a medal of honor, showed me his veterans id, named Jean
Luc from Alaska, when I first asked him what he did, he said he kills people; he works for cash at Seattles Piano
88 bar carrying musical equipment.
Several other men followed me including two bald men in Seattle, one of those two had also been in Hong Kong
standing behind me on his phone asking the receiver if he should shoot me or not. Inside a Seattle restaurant the bald
men sat down next to me and my friend who worked security next door; they did not order anything and I joked to
my friend that we had a file on them to which the larger bald man asked the shorter one if it was true and he said
no.
Upon my leaving an outside coffee place where I had befriended a barista a certain gray haired man asked her if I
bothered her. This I heard clearly from under the convention center dome roof . These men were stalking me and
harassing me internationally.
My father was upset, because he found out that I had a mortgage, but I explained I had no choice but to apply a loan
because my mother had said I would not be given anymore money upon receiving the house.
I never asked for money and so I went to a private lender, One Stop Mortgage.
I yearned to have my own home, I never had the feeling of my own place before, a place to feel safe, so I rushed to
take ownership. Once there, my new tenants sent me an urgent email advising me there were two strange women in
my yard taking photos, later I learned it had been my mother and my aunt.
On my passport trip to Boston in my mothers car during a ride with her, I asked if my father lied all the time or just
sometimes, as she fidgeted with her phone on the dashboard.
Arriving home from that drive my father greeted us upset about that question to her.
We sat in the living room together and talked about the bottle dropping incident and I asked if it was true what my
brothers said that he was Jewish mafia. I was trying to figure out if the bottle was to blame on something my father
was involved with. Before the house purchase, I never had any threats to my life in my forty years.
My mother gawked and said that he would not kill his own son.
I asked how he knew about the mortgage, to which he said his lawyer did a search since it was a gift tax, whatever
that meant, and to this my mother exclaimed aloud about to my fatherYou are a good liar.
My parents answering machine received a call from Benny, the undercover agent working in Hong Kong and
Taiwan with the Diplomatic security forces. He invited me to meet him in Taiwan to discuss cooperating to open an
English business that I had incorporated in Boston.
I never questioned why Benny would befriend me but now I do because he called me a criminal at our first meeting
(By the way I am now a criminology major and with no criminal record and a clean bill of health so that if I have the
chance might help children after I earn my college degree.)
I also went to the Taiwan consulate in Boston to help prepare my trip itinerary. Benny and I met there on my
birthday and I also met his personal friend for coffee she founded Descendants of African People she said to me
that Benny worked for the American State Department.
My father wanted to talk more about my passport issue, so I paid for us to meet with a mediator and for one hour he
lectured me about the seriousness of losing a passport.
At the Boston passport agency the man giving me my new passport told me I would likely be investigated for the
lost passports.
I met Paul McSweeney and my father at his office at Wild Ace Inns, asked if they had been involved in any
surveillance on me recently, which my father there denied ever doing so in his entire lifetime which was a lie.
He swore on his life even though he claimed to be terminally ill. Paul already told me in person that he had
surveilance on me years earlier not to mention what my Aunt found out.
Paul there inside my fathers office turned to me and said he owed his life to my father. Paul went further to ask
me to look at his elbow and asked me what that made me think of.
After Boston I went to my nephews bar Mitzvah in Los Angeles and upon arriving, a blue sports car waiting at the
entranceway noticed me and followed behind me slowly.
When I turned to photograph him, he waived his hands frantically in front of his face and sped away to the highway
without any passengers. His methodology of waiving his hands was just like the blond woman driving a green GMC
truck behind me in British Columbia after the mortgage application there..
I went to the Philippines on invitation from a girl and stayed in that country on and off for about four years, leaving
and then coming back between girlfriends.
There was a time after a break up with a girlfriend, I came back to Manila and a family at the hotel lobby invited me
to dinner somewhere far. As a precaution I took the hotel van with a hotel security driver to the date, where totally
new people greeted us and instructed us to drive under a bridge in the pitch black;. The driver and I agreed not to do
that and the man who greeted us clearly said on his phone the hit is canceled.
I went to Cebu again and awaited my mother to send my high school transcripts for my application to university in
criminology. I was staying at the Tonros hotel. The day or so after my transcripts arrived several men appeared to
be staring at me from the Kukus Nest Hotel across the street so I went to say hello. I had also often gone to drink
coffee there. Two gigantic Finnish men were there, sat together and the leader of the two asked if I had ever been to
the Cayman Islands, as it happened that during my previous meeting with my parents about the mortgage I copied a
fax from my fathers folder in hopes to gain clues as to why someone tried to kill me. It was a fax of a transfer he had
made to the Cayman Islands. Perhaps my father in some paranoid rage thought I aimed to steal his money?
While I was abroad my mother sent me emails that she was receiving voiced mails from Canada about my private
tax and loan information, and some other calls on her caller I.D. from near Hong Kong, They were meant for my
father.
The other Finnish man a nuclear physicist gave me his name card, because they said their sailboat was confiscated
entering America by river, so not wanting to miss out on an buying opportunity, I asked if I could buy it at a
discount.
Leaving them at the cafe, he yelled to me Its like a game of chess, isnt it. (I only played chess when I was with
the two agents Benny and Sasha.) Also he said Larry, you are going to need guns (maybe it was to warn of the
dangers of sailing Asian seas?)
I scanned that name card and sent it to my parents email addresses thinking they might have hired them.
Afterwards I deleted my own email inboxes so I asked for that name card from them later to which they ignored me
several times.
I asked them through their lawyer Ken Shulman and they refused again so I said I would get a subpoena and they
then deleted their email accounts.
A different man, American at the same Kukus Nest, the next morning, offered to have a drink with me and called me
by my Sunday school name Heart while on his phone call. He showed me his elbow like Paul had and asked me to
look at it. He also said he had been in Thailand where Michael lived.
Later that man crossed my path to my hotel room and a paper similar looking to the Cayman fax had disappeared
from my most important folder. I noticed it missing right away right after seeing this man on his way toward my
room.
The paper actually stolen was the contact of Michael Jacksons previous bodyguard in Manila, in case I needed help;
my Hong Kong office address was shared with a law firm which gave that contact to me after the attack on me there.
I actually did call him to help me two years later in 2016 in my escape from the Philippines to get to the Manila
airport, but after his promise, his hot line telephone at his office mysteriously did not answer when the plane was to
depart. I was scheduled to be accompanied by him to the airport.
The particular day that I called this bodyguard, my mother specifically mentioned details about my conversation
with him that only someone either listening or watching could have known. Without provocation she said to me
Arent there two men coming to meet you now?
Another different man, at the Kukus Nest, he stayed there after these other men left, for over a month often came up
to me. His name was David and he claimed to having a purple heart medal. He would run up to me with his phone
call lit on. I told him that I might investigate him for spying on me and he said if I did that he would tie my feet to
concrete blocks and dump me in the ocean. The moment after his threat to me he made a telephone call in front of
me and told the receiver to delete all the telephone records.
Two fake Muslim girls came to Kukus nest one night about that time I was there and they were confused about the
meaning of their names and how to spell them. One said to the other while it was just me sitting near them Are they
really going to shoot him?.
It was several times people had said this so I called my brother Martin for advice and he told me to ignore them.
Martins actions cost my daughters life, nearly my own life and from what I hear others also. Martin later the
murder of my daughter continued many times to call what happened a miscarriage. He suggested I stay in my
current situation.
My father had no right to speak to the US Consulate directly, because I had not signed a privacy waiver, but he
found out about the letter I attached to my repatriation loan application in which I said there was a threat by my dad
and that in order to pay for my air ticket back to the states I needed to ask for back taxes or find out where my
money were put.
In Davao Philippines where I also applied to a university for my criminology degree I planned also to open a coffee
shop, but an American named Jerry showed up at the place offering to help. A potential business partner who works
at city hall came to my location and she overheard Jerry talking to me specifically about my science fiction story
written years earlier that I gave to my family and brother Michael, an amateur UFO researcher.
Jerrys comments to me scared her away. Jerry said some of the same things these other strange men had said which
my family started, such as that I was a manipulator.
I thought it strange also that I had once telephones a Rabbi in Seattle whom also knew my father. He had asked me
to help him raise money for his library in 2003 so I had asked his help then in 2013 to do something helpful for me
as I had helped him, but I was abroad.
For no reason he said to me that he suspected me as being a manipulator (he had recently spoken with my father and
also after the mortgage).
I never manipulated anyone. As I mentioned earlier, I never asked for a house, and my parents insisted that I stay in
Canada for six months a year upon accepting the house which I did.
In Davao jerry was famous for selling fake cigarettes and a local ex Navy bar owner guessed himself that Jerry was
a Federally protected witness after Jerrys talk with him.
Jerry also had a fake Quezon City police ID with his photo and name on it. I told jerry that the FBI would not take
my calls and he said that They have people inside the FBI.
Jerry came to my apartment in Davao and pointed to the photo of my father saying my father was not someone to
cross, but I never crossed him.
Jerry was arrested for selling fake Marlboros in Davao, and I brought a sandwich to him at the jail. I am 100% sure
he knows who hired the assassination team so I stress that the $50,000 dollar reward now and forever could be
awarded by tracking this Jerry down and gaining evidence.
I went back to Cebu and the gray haired American man came with two cowering policeman behind him. The address
which only the State Department had for the repatriation loan was 26 C Imus Highway.
Right before these men appeared at the house that time, a short American had walked slowly pass me as if to
identify me, his hair was obviously dyed black to blend in.
I walked up to the gray haired man and he asked me how I made money so I told him. He joked in an evil way, that
he was from France, because somehow he had overheard my joke the week before that I was from France.
I told him I didnt like being bothered and the following day another American guy who I recognised stopped me on
the street who had also approached me the year before at the mall (as if he was tailing me the whole time). He asked
to borrow a dollar from me again and then he asked me, Arent You from France?
Lesyl, my girlfriend became pregnant while I waited for the repatriation loan to process.
My father intervened in that loan process by telling the lady at the consulate helping me that I was crazy.
I asked her out of expectance, Did my father tell you that I was crazy? and she laughed saying yea.
My father had begun telling many people between 2008 and 2016 either that I was a crazy or a manipulator.
The consulate told me it was required on the application to ask my family for assistance before handing me an air
ticket loan and they specified 2500 as being necessary, but my father only sent 1500. In hindsight this action by my
father appeared to be a trap to keep me in the Philippines while a group tried to kill me. I had told my father my
plans to return to America and talk to lawyers about stopping these men stalking me and he sounded solemnly
disappointed at that and he seemed determined to stop
That.
One time I was poisoned in Cebu possibly by a dart to my calf muscle which left a large puffy mark surrounding a
small hole, I called my mother to ask for help to pay for protection and she said Ill think about it, not what I
expected after having read world war two stories of men crying for their moms in the battlefield and their moms
likely would have helped.
I am 100% certain that my family members were in direct contact with the assassins. My mother during one phone
conversation said she was not part of that, but she seemed to be part of it.
I had previously called my dad about the gray haired American man coming and he said Thats what you get
for writing the letter
While walking back to Lesyls house, the Australian Gecko Bar acting owner in Cebu called me over to enter his bar
and to have a private meeting with him, I had not ever known him personally, and inside it was just him, his sidekick
in the corner and a waitress serving us a beer. He sat close to me and said there was a contract on my life, and he
said specifically It isnt a white man.
His sidekick said Just shoot him, and then he switched chairs to sit away from me. I was not a guilty man nor a rat,
nor would anyone have a reason to kill me, so I got up and sat back next to him again. Then he asked me if there
were any court documents, I replied that I was not involved with any courts. The only thing I could think of was a
questionnaire had been sent to me to Philippines from Boston by a lawyer named Garabedian, from a time when I
became upset about discovering the 1979 Park report in 2009 (I decided not to sue because I was not interested in
money, and my parents continued to deny everything any ways).
Even Michael who watched me being molested started denying it ever happened; I had called Michael and he said
that I would be locked up in a jail or a hospital if I continued to say that my abuse ever happened. Martin also told
me to stop complaining about that issue, but I reminded him that I recently discovered the 1979 report and in
fairness I should be able to talk about it politely.
The Gecko bar owner knows who hired the assassination team for those seeking the $50,000 dollar reward. Contact
my email for lawyers contact for details and to collect.
It was my father who decided to ask me to deal with my issues, I had not thought too much about it, but he was
harassing me about issues and falsely accusing me of lying and stealing regarding the house.
Lesyl was pregnant so I asked for a local private loan to help feed us, which I paid back every month and reapplied
for.
It was for several hundred dollars extra each month to care for the baby and to get us through the last term of the
pregnancy.
The loan company in Mactan, Loan First, stopped my loan . They said because they found out that I had a trust
account that I could use instead!
I did not know then about the private irrevocable trust: It would have been impossible for them to find out about that
private trust unless someone went to tell them.
My family were the only ones besides Ken Shulman who knew I had a trust at that time, so it could be possible that
Ken is involved.
I called Martin and he said that he had helped make the financial papers for my father, Martin also told me Never
tell a murderer that he is wrong, and I did not know to what he referred to.
That week the loan was not given as it had every month before Lesyl and I were forced to switch apartments in order
to use the rooms deposit money to eat with. My parents had sent money late a few months in a row so and she was
very hungry.
Rightfully so in my mind, I considered money they sent after the repatriation loan failedto be a payback for the
$20,000 dollars in value of my houses possessions which my father abandoned after promising to pick them up
from my handyman.
After two months of waiting for the pickup my infuriated handyman got rid of everything.
After m,y fathers promise to pick them up which he offered to do initially my father then accused me of trying to
have him pick up my things and that he would have been charged money by my handyman.
There was no money owed for anything, I owed no one money. He was being paranoid and then taking revenge on
me again for a non existant reason.
Lesyl and I came out of our room and then three men sat at our rooms entrance in Mactans Decca 5 apartments,
Mactan, so I greeted them, said hi and shook their hands to which the first one, identifying himself as Jun from
Decca 3, his ID later confirmed.
Jun said to the other two Im not gonna shoot this man.!
The next man over had a huge birthmark surrounding one eye said he was from the Philppine army, and a bald
American with arm tattoos sat to his left.
I asked the tattooed American if they were from the State Department and he replied Why?, do you want to die?
to which I replied in reference to constantly being harassed, No I want more evidence to make a complaint about
and this made his neck jerk far away to his left in fear.
These men also know who hired the assassination team for anyone seeking the $50,000 dollar reward.
Of course we immediately moved from there. Right after our move and in Lesyls last month and a 1/2 of pregnancy
there was a violent break-in into our next apartment through the air conditioner and front door. I called 911 but there
was no response. Lesly was also acting strangely and when i called 911 she yelled to the air conditioner Not
tonight!
I received a message on a website I joined there locally that Lesyl had met someone to eat lunch with there at the
time those three men showed up at our house and I suspect that my family had by manipulating our loan to be
revoked to put Lesyl in the position of accepting a bribe to participate kill the child and I. He own statement
about the SUV can substantiate this. This is a theory that stands. She came home with some money the day the
baby was poisoned.
My loan had been stopped and neighbors had no food to let us borrow, because the Philippine are very poor people.
Hospitals needed to be paid for any treatment received also, otherwise it would be seen as a crime if you were not to
pay.
Lesyl had killed our child. I had taken every precaution by taking her for vitamins daily and putting rugs on the
ground to avoid falls, along with the ultrasound to check the health of the baby. I wanted her to stay inside the last
two months of the pregnancy as I feared those men coming around. It was one day that I asked her to bring my extra
phone to our neighbors to sell for our food, after the loan was revoked, that it seems those same people acted on her
vulnerabilities.
I would have taken her to live in a remote location while pregnant, but I felt it safer in busy neighborhoods to stay
in public view in case those people came again which they did.
Later, I went to the Lapu Lapu police station because a duty officer at the American consulate said he had a contact
inside there. I made a call to the embassy from the womens services department and yelled at the consulate officer
to urgently call my parents for money otherwise my baby would be killed. That week Lesyl was acting strange and
looked as if she was trying to abort the baby and complaining that we were starving.
I had called my father, but he didnt want to talk on the phone as he was upset, saying that I had disrespected him.
Somehow he was referring to a private conversation I had with a consulate officer on the phone but there was no
privacy waiver signed, how was he getting all my details from inside the State Department even after I told them
about my bad history with him. Why would the consulate share information with him that would only made him
more angry.
My sister Anne sent me an email asking me if Americans were still outside my room, even though I had never told
her about it.
She later also said in an email that It would be my last time spent with my girlfriend.
The loan company that I regularly took out loans from and also paid back regularly for baby care suddenly stopped
at the last month of pregnancy when we most needed it and we were left with only one hundred dollars for that
month. The owners husband said to me that I had a trust account and so would not need his loan.
I am guessing that whoever told the loan company about the trust account was preparing to move in on Lesyl once
we had no money and were starving.
I called my parents all that week to ask for money and they refused, but instead they sent sent two checks via mail
totaling $4,000 (symbolic as the number of death) which arrived to my bank the very day that she murdered my
baby.
When I called my father to yell at him for the murder, he picked up the phone to say that he had terminal cancer, the
Boston Globe even wrote this too in their article as to why wild Acre Inns was closing, but I called the Globe and
told them to omit that claim because he was not terminally ill. He took attention away from my babys murder and
attempts on me.
Martin continued to send me emails insisting that the baby died of a miscarriage, he also denied that anyone was
threatening me.
Lesyl killed the baby and she had strained herself a few different times that week squeezing her womb, there was
one thing I could not figure out, was that she was in great pain and screaming that day coming home with cash and
the week those three men came to ur house and could not breath.
In hindsight she was not squeezing he fists and puffing to kill the baby but that the baby was poisoned and
fighting for her life. Lesyl was trying to constrain her own pain as the baby child struggled inside.
I came to this conclusion after reading her statement about the S. U. V. of people who came to her and mentioned
their own fear of poison inside the baby still inside her belly.
I was also poisoned after that SUV appeared and followed us, which can not be a coincidence. And it was clearly
a set up.
There had been four special agents identifying themselves as Philippine I.C.E just moments before I was first
poisoned.
It happened at Cebus Escario hotel when I ordered a food delivery. I had heard some people outside my room there
speaking American English asking the maid which room I stayed in.
I called my parents and an ambulance at the same time,;My parents answered my call right away and seemed
happier than usual.
The ambulance just sat in the hotel parking lot for almost 30 minutes so I took a taxi instead as whatever poison got
in my system took on massive hallucinogenic affects.
When I arrived at the hospital, named Socceur, a man in a lab coat emerged from against the emergency room wall
and gave me a pill from his pocket which made me feel like I was dying, really! So I asked him to take my vitals and
he refused, so I ran out the hospital and threw it up.
It was the next afternoon that the Finnish lady said to me Aren;t you confused?!
The man in the lab coat was the same impostor that switched places with the doctor at my check up in Baguio
approximately 1000 miles away during the assassination attempt in Bagious city later.
I left Lesyl alone at Escario and I went somewhere else when I was poisoned. When I came back to get her, we
moved to a new hotel and upon arriving there at 6 am I noticed people below our room in the parking lot talking
about shooting us so I immediately went to the security manager inside the lobby and pointed to one of the people
on his way to a gray SUV outside the gate at the only vantage point.
There was a man in a yellow T-shirt on his way to that SUV and the manager said he did not see him even though
he was right in front of us so I immediately called the American embassy because I was very afraid of what was
going on there. Obviously the SUV parked at the vantage point outside the property line to avoid leaving its license
plate on record at the guards gate.
The next week I asked Lesyl to take a moment and think about our relationship. She was clearly very disturbed
about something and she said she would not tell me unless we left the city, so we did.
After our arrival to Bohol, where I buried my girl, she wrote a statement with a lawyer about the SUV but I hadnt
told her that I had reported the SUV earlier to the embassy. (At one point Lesyl stated she had to choose between me
or her son at the province for whatever reason.)
We went to Baguio city, I only told the embassy and my father where I was. I made a check up appointment at the
doctors office incase I wanted to leave the country and obtain a working visa, I had checkups every year and I was
very healthy.
In Baguio the same short man who walked past me slowly before at the house during the repatriation loan
application and where the gray haired man with two shamed cops showed up at 26 C Imus highway. His hair
was now a faded brown.
While in public I made a joke and one bad lie. I joked that I would quickly get a checkup to prove my good health in
case those people tried to give me a heart attack. I also made the bad lie aloud in public while walking with Lesyl
that I would use any extra money I wanted to hurt that bad man of a neighbor, who had raped Lesyl during
Christmas and my birthday.
I called my mother to ask for more money in order to pay the exit fees and she asked me, that if she sent me more
money would I hurt someone?. I have never hurt anyone in my life and never had threatened anyone. This was a
one time bad joke.
Furthermore, my father hearing the call with my mother about my exiting and needing money to do so, threatened
my mom aloud, saying that he would close her bank account if she did send more.
One thing that I want to mention to the readers now is that after the attempted break in to my apartment through the
air conditioner just before our baby girl was murdered I called my father.
I was particularly disturbed that after the group breaking in went away upon sunrise, they left behind a five gallon
drum of bleach left on the door mat .
I called my father on my way to the police station and he said to me on the phone I guess you did a public service.
The public service which he referred I think was my mention of his Cayman Islands account to the State department
during my repatriation loan.
I had been poisoned several times and called a night duty officer at the consulate, who identified himself as Noel and
I begged him for help several different occasions. I told him I believed myself to be a good person and to please help
my situation. After my begging he finally said he had done some research; He said to me :There is a warrant on
your life.
I had never heard of such a thing and I immediately told him that it was impossible, and asked him by whom. He
answered Whitey..
He cut the call short and told me to call in the day time. The daytime duty officer sounded suspicious and asked if I
had spoken to someone at night there.
In Bagiuo at the check up appointment, I asked Lesyl to wait outside with her stencil pad. I stayed with the intern to
attach the electrodes and we watched my heart on screen for an hour while waiting for the doctor to arrive. My heart
was in good condition according to the aid and I had already been examined fully several times previously in other
countries. I also have attached my healthy heart sonogram and examination just after escaping the Philippines.
Then after a whole hour of waiting finally a new nurse came in wearing a mask and told me something very odd.
The previous nurse explained that if I jogged on the running machine later to hit the red button if I felt faint, but this
time the new nurse said NOT to hit the button but if feeling faint later to tell her about it instead.
Then the impostor doctor came in wearing normal clothes, looking back in time I realized that if he had worn a lab
coat I would have recognized him right away as the same emergency room doctor in Cebu who gave me the poison
tablet at Socceur hospital.
I went to stand on the running machine and then noticed while looking at the monitor, just standing still my heart
went racing to 120 and I could not believe it so I asked him about it and he said not to bother him, that he was
Busy with procedure.
Then I saw my heart beat go up more to 130 and I had not even begun jogging and when I went to say something, he
snapped at me asking how I should know.
This was when I told him that I was raised among Harvard doctors and knew that 120 represented a problem.
Then suddenly a moment later he said, like he was pretending, Oh, I see a problem and my heart went to 190 and
fluctuated to 200 at which point I felt a chemical in my blood so strong I could taste it.
I thought fast and pulled off the electrodes, quickly wiping the gel off my chest, meanwhile grabbing my clothes and
pulling out a wad of cash that totaled much more than the amount owed for the checkup, and I told them I was
leaving, that I was late for another appointment.
The impostor that moment grabbed a nun passing by to pray over my dying body and he immediately made a cell
phone call at the same time as if to ask for further orders.
I successfully paid and dressed and left while concentrating not to have a heart attack, stumbled out the door.
I left the entranceway and a guard asked me to stop so I told him Id already paid and was late for an appointment.
He still would not let me pass, and he already confirmed that I already paid so I made an immediate decision to run
for my life, up the private road for about 500 meters to the public street.
I was then chased by four guards and upon reaching the street a large masked woman, civilian, stepped out from
around the corner and said she was a police woman, and said I must return to the hospital.
I explained again that I had already paid and had to go somewhere else, and when asked, she had no id.
Lesyl just reached where we were all stood and said I thought you were going to give me a heart attack as she
stood there also wondering what to do. I offered a bribe to the guards.
Finally I yelled to the street side and yelled. I am Larry Margulies and they poisoned me.
They then let me leave. At which time the concerned reception nurse from inside also ran to me at that point and
gave me a receipt.
We jumped on a bus and immediately left the city. If you wanted to find this hospital, it is at the top of Session
Road in Bagiuo, upon leaving the art cafe take a left, then take the first right, and the road across the street leads to
the emergency room.
We went to Manila and stayed at the White Night Hotel where three workers witnessed my will and testament to
Donald Trump the presidential nominee and Steven Seagal, giving them my family photo collection, bank account
savings, email account and asking them to investigate my statement here, several police reports and the NBI report
about the impostor doctor.
In hindsight there were two other times outside of my different residences that that impostor was seen loitering
across the street from our door.
He is about 5 9 and 210 pounds with a barrel shaped chest and tanned skin with a trimmed goatee and short to
medium length black hair, and about fifty years old.
I applied for my exit visa properly and efficiently, but upon going to pick the exit clearance up, the Immigration
department told me that I had to do the entire process all over again, and for no reason at all. During this extra time I
was poisoned again and eventually they gave me the exit visa but also a letter stating that there was a humane issue
in granting it.
The time that I was poisoned lethally and went to the embassy twice in one day to meet the federal law officer who
by coincidence invited me that day, that time i was poisoned while inside the immigration bureau and upon feeling
the effects suddenly, I was already there for a couple hours, I made a written note and put it inside the complaint
box. A foreign man black skinned and similar looking to Benny laughed at me and said That won;t do you any
good and so I looked at him. He then put on covert operative sunglasses while we caught eyes and he left.
Lesyl was with me that day and she had promised to stay with me in line, but something scared her and she suddenly
wanted to stay at the coffee shop and wait.
I was poisoned while at that immigration office while standing in line and the symptoms gradually increased over
several hours as if from the ice bullet in spy novels that slowly dissolved. I was so afraid that sent a fax to Steven
Seagals police office.
The first few hours of the poisons affects I went to the U. S. embassy twice. I went to the gate claiming to have an
emergency. A Federal law enforcement officer took my call the week previously about investigators harassing me
and he told me to come in, so at that time I was poisoned I went there to ask to speak to a law enforcement officer. I
told them some people were trying to kill me outside and that I was poisoned. They refused both times I asked to
speak to the law officer there and the window person told me I had to leave, but I was so scared, as the poison was
becoming strong and it felt deadly, and it was.
I jumped in a taxi outside the embassy and chose a destination an hour away to my ex girlfriends house. Then we
turned around and went back to the White knight hotel. I had tried to take a water break on the way, but I could not
stand up, extremely dizzy and head shaking and throwing up for no reason.
I literally crawled up the stairs to our room and two red laser dots were on the wall coming through an open window
near Lesyl and I. Lesyl said loudly Finally its over.
After my escape through the airport and making my way to Macao an ATM machine ate my cards, so I called
Martin for help to pay my hotel while a new ATM card was on its way. He answered my telephone call by yelling
into the phone before I had the chance to say anything.
Larry you need help! He seemed to be acting and setting me up for something as if fooling his wife if she was
there listening.
Martin said he needed my specific address if he was going to help send money for the hotel. I told him that giving
my address put me at risk because of those people. He promised to pay for the week or two but then after his
promise he only paid for one night.
He paid by his credit card, and he spoke to me on the phone while I stood in the hotel lobby and two men appeared
at the entrance on their phone.
Martin then commented about my physical appearance as if he knew what I was wearing, and complained that it
might be becasse of the way I looked that the hotel asked him for a deposit.
Martin instructed me to call him the next day so he cover the hotel costs until my card arrived, but he did not answer
any calls nor emails. There was no way to get in touch with him all of a sudden which was not normal.
This was at the Masters hotel in Macao. Martin had also said that dad told him to Take care of me ,a question of
semantics.
I managed to find a hotel that let me stay for ten days with my delayed payment.
Michael called my Skype after my escape. He sounded desperate to talk about my trust account.
Mike Yudowitz: There is money. Send email. Confirming that you want me to be trustee and not Ken Shulman.
Tell me now if you do Not want me involved. I am doing this to help you. It is not something I want to do.
Larry Margulies: I dont want you involved Mike; honestly, I don?t Trust you.
Mike Yudowitz: Ken Shulman will do it; I will call dad now, all family contact from now on will be though
Shulman. I will block you now, bye
2017 -2018 twice two men came behind me and used some tool to inject me with some strange stimulant; once
while sitting in an internet bar an old man walked toward me and looked me in the face as if to identify me, after
which a younger man came from his side and injected me with something that made my heart race over 130 Beats
per minute for several hours. It must have been some device similar to that used in the Philippines.
Another customer outside of a Walmart came to my side about five times and then upon coming to me again said to
me that my English was very good, then moved swiftly around behind me and injected a poison into my backside
through the air while barely touching with something, but in both incidents the police and I could find no video
proving that.
February 27th, 2017 in Mongolia upon my first morning, there were two armed men who came into my hotel room
at 7AM, grabbed my arm and asked me to go in a car with them, but I yelled out of the window for help, and a child
called the police thus saving me.
I believe I was followed into Mongolia and set up because the car ride to the hotel from the border had a Mongolian
student who made comments to the driver not to worry that I trusted him, is my guess.
The police came, after I screamed for help outside the window. The maid clearly said to me while the intruders went
to greet the police that they were going to kill me. They also stole my computer tablet. They told the police they
didnt want a dead body in the room. The maid had been switched that morning from the night before and it was not
a work day, it was a national holiday February 28.
The police who arrived handed me the phone twice, once to the consulate lady at the consulate and a different call to
a consulate worker named Jason who said was two hours away. After my escape from the two armed men who
entered my room I made it to a five star hotel where I turned on my Skype to call a lawyer in the states, and for
unknown cause the man Jason whom I had spoken with on the policemans phone, his voice crossed over by
interference on my wifi signal, it was really him and no one else in that city spoke English and not his American
English. It was his voice; I can not explain.
Later I found out his job is interviewing people for visas, similar to Diplomatic Security like the others in my
statement.
My family is directly involved with the attempts on my life whether voluntary or not.
2017-2018 My mother has said she fell down her stairs I am not sure if she has been threatened. Michael Ann
Martin and my mother knew about all the attempts on my life and that is certain from their emails and conversations
with me between 2008 and 2016.
My parents have avoided my subpoena for their emails and telephone calls, My family's internet and phone records
can clear up any questions and so can their lie detector tests.
Michael had claimed to see my email address on a Russian hacking site when the attempts began also if this is
helpful information, also just before these events began and at that visit by him he stole my book on Chinese
acupressure points and said to me I can kill people.
I want to argue that my babies death certificate which says unknown causes justify starting a murder investigation
because the child was fully developed. There is not a statute of limitations for murder so that may lend time to solve
this crime. The child was murdered and it was not some miscarriage as Martin says and I believe the people in Lesyl
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[Psalm 1]
will prosper.
the earth.
just.
[Psalm 2]
from us.
{2:4} He who dwells in heaven will
mock them.
his fury.
begotten you.
[Psalm 3]
{3:1} A Psalm of David. When he
Absalom.
God.
God.
sinners.
people.
[Psalm 4]
prayer.
to him.
is good?
heart.
multiplied.
of David.
my voice.
iniquity.
abominate.
fear.
you, O Lord.
will.
[Psalm 6]
octave.
anger.
when?
{6:5} Turn to me, Lord, and rescue
mercy.
drench my blanket.
my enemies.
accepted my prayer.
[Psalm 7]
done this:
my enemies:
dust.
heart.
made it ready.
on fire.
highest point.
[Psalm 8]
heavens.
[Psalm 9] (9 - 10)
David.
justice.
generations.
noise.
people in justice.
opportunity, in tribulation.
Lord.
end.
only men.
{9:22} So then, why, O Lord, have
in tribulation?
they devise.
him.
without evil.
to the end.
orphan.
his land.
their heart,
David.
sons of men.
of their cup.
duplicitous heart.
toward him.
sons of men.
me?
in death,
bread?
no fear.
rejoice.
mountain?
need of my goodness.
with my lips.
inheritance to me.
me.
the night.
corruption.
to the end.
deceitful lips.
behold fairness.
words.
hope in you.
speaking arrogantly.
earth.
of your hand.
the remainder.
strength.
my enemies.
his ears.
fire.
of fire.
them in disarray.
of your wrath.
became my protector.
purity of my hands.
will be innocent,
darkness.
wall.
God?
immaculate.
heights.
Gentiles.
{17:45} A people I did not know
me.
of my salvation be exalted:
David.
{18:2} The heavens describe the
knowledge.
themselves:
transgression.
David.
you.
from Zion.
burnt-offerings be fat.
upright.
David.
exceedingly.
lips.
disturbed.
you.
devour them.
accomplish.
countenance.
David.
my offenses.
O Praise of Israel.
{21:5} In you, our fathers have
them.
mother.
besieged me.
midst of my chest.
death.
attentive to my defense.
me.
fear him.
him.
lacking to me.
consolation.
is!
dwells in it.
his Savior.
enter.
battle.
enter.
up my soul.
paths.
day long.
goodness, O Lord.
{24:8} The Lord is sweet and
his ways.
testimonies.
it is great.
chosen.
them.
poor.
from my needfulness.
offenses.
hatred.
be weakened.
heart.
truth.
injustice.
Lord.
afraid?
have fallen.
Savior.
enemies.
to itself.
Lord.
their hearts.
supplication.
him.
rams.
{28:2} Bring to the Lord, glory
in magnificence.
Lebanon.
me.
gladness.
disturbed.
to my God.
refuge, so as to accomplish my
salvation.
place.
from me.
life.
persecuting me.
Hell.
contradiction of tongues.
And so, you heeded the voice of my prayer, while I was still
arrogance.
him.
me.
Lord.
faith.
his mouth:
storage.
were created.
inheritance.
sons of men.
during famine.
protector.
you.
in my mouth.
and rejoice.
itself.
not be confounded.
tribulations.
hopes in him.
him.
good thing.
of the Lord.
deceit.
pursue it.
their prayers.
be broken.
badly.
to me.
salvation.
against me.
in.
salvation.
him.
soul.
become my sinews.
I humbled.
ignorant of it.
{34:16} They have been scattered,
intended deceit.
from me.
to my judgment, to my cause, my
congratulate at my misfortunes.
against me.
his servant.
himself.
evil.
the clouds.
of your wings.
enjoyment.
in heart.
able to stand.
riches.
your heart.
accomplish it.
injustice.
nothing.
{36:11} But the meek shall inherit
upright of heart.
sinners.
satisfied:
fades away.
seeking bread.
be supplanted.
death.
judged.
{36:34} Wait for the Lord, and
tribulation.
him.
wrath.
upon me.
is no health in my flesh.
violence.
long.
mouth.
Lord my God.
my sin.
I followed goodness.
me.
spider. Nevertheless, it is in
were.
David himself.
to me.
directed my steps.
require.
great assembly.
me.
me.
help me.
magnified.
David himself.
his adversaries.
entire covering.
eternity.
Korah.
face of God?
your God?
sound of feasting.
{41:6} Why are you sad, my soul?
countenance,
mountain.
afflicts me?
deceitful.
stringed instrument.
days of antiquity.
me.
God.
themselves.
around us.
{43:15} You have set us as a
peoples.
god,
slaughter.
name.
you in eternity.
king.
aim.
of gladness.
house.
people.
golden fringes,
king.
overwhelmed us.
of the sea.
by his strength.
tabernacle.
supporter.
supporter.
a voice of exultation.
the earth.
throne.
exceedingly exalted.
Sabbath.
mountain.
one.
temple.
O Lord.
another generation.
the psaltery.
them.
to him.
the light.
setting,
of his beauty.
above sacrifices.
the judge.
your God.
your flocks.
plentitude.
blood of goats?
concocted deceits.
son.
your face.
rescue you.
God.
David,
Bathsheba.
iniquity.
sin.
judgment.
manifested to me.
will exult.
iniquities.
{50:12} Create a clean heart in
converted to you.
your praise.
spurn.
up.
understanding of David.
tongue.
emptiness.
ever.
does good.
us?
mouth.
truth.
enemies.
disturbed
rage.
buried me.
{54:7} And I said, Who will give
from a tempest.
acquaintance,
midst.
voice.
with me.
are arrows.
Lord.
can do to me.
soul;
{55:8} because of this, nothing
your promise.
me.
{55:12} My vows to you, O God, are
be to you.
me.
truth.
sharp sword.
{56:6} Be exalted above the
it.
early morning.
nations.
clouds.
inscription of a title.
falsehoods.
ears,
lions.
being weakened.
alive, as if in rage.
sinner.
earth.
men of blood.
without iniquity.
iniquity.
{58:7} They will return toward
us?
Gentiles to nothing.
supporter.
precede me.
{58:12} God will oversee my
protector,
made known
earth.
tribulation.
{58:18} To you, my helper, I will
moved.
tabernacles.
my king.
man is empty.
of David.
supplication. Be attentive to my
prayer.
wings.
to day.
A Psalm of David.
salvation.
and my salvation. He is my
supporter; I will be moved no
more.
patience.
among themselves.
belongs to God,
in your name.
exultant lips.
me.
earth.
David.
iniquity.
bitter thing,
immaculate.
will be praised.
into exile.
you in Jerusalem.
power.
its preparation.
showers.
with abundance.
hymn.
rejoice in him.
us out to refreshment.
vows to you,
tribulation.
goats.
me.
of my supplication.
confess to you.
nations on earth.
confess to you.
him.
face of God.
{67:4} And so, let the just feast,
holy place.
sepulchers.
great virtue.
spoils.
thick mountain.
same.
timbrels.
Israel.
{67:28} In that place, Benjamin is
to you.
pleased by wars.
soul.
God.
take.
covered my face.
sons of my mother.
reproach to me.
{68:12} And I put on a haircloth
parable to them.
me.
compassion.
enemies.
and a scandal.
crooked.
tabernacles.
taken me up.
will live.
prisoners.
inheritance.
in it.
well.
do not delay.
ruin forever.
Lord.
forever.
strong helper.
long.
one,
assistance.
your praise.
letters.
{70:16} I will enter into the
Lord.
power
like you?
{70:20} How great is the
earth.
of Israel.
{70:23} My lips will exult, when I
set in awe.
Solomon.
with judgment.
{71:3} Let the mountains take up
hills, justice.
accuser.
generation to generation.
away.
ground.
bring gifts.
poor.
in his sight.
things.
upright in heart.
slipped.
peacefulness of sinners.
{72:4} For they have no respect
impiety.
the heart.
sons.
before me,
of their iniquity.
city.
been changed.
know it.
with you.
pasture?
understand. As in a forest of
chopped wood,
{73:6} they have cut down the
down.
the land.
the end?
waters.
Ethiopians.
your name.
continually.
Asaph.
judge justices.
horn.
against God.
of Jacob.
the Assyrians.
their hands.
is your wrath.
earth.
who is terrible,
earth.
A Psalm of Asaph.
refused to be consoled.
away.
not speak.
eternity in my mind.
to generation?
in your intentions.
peoples.
stirred up.
by.
not be known.
my mouth.
beginning.
to their sons.
exasperating generation: a
God.
them.
Tanis.
the night.
abyss.
rivers.
with resentment.
desert?
his salvation.
abundance.
Southwest wind.
their tabernacles.
desires.
haste.
covenant.
wrath entirely.
troubling them.
drink.
them.
{77:46} And he gave up their
the locust.
possessions to fire.
angels.
death.
flock.
tabernacles.
images.
among men.
enemy.
inheritance.
lamented.
weep.
everlasting disgrace.
their young,
inheritance.
{77:72} And he fed them with the
hands.
place.
poured out:
O Lord.
Asaph. A Psalm.
forth
be saved.
earth.
its grapes?
to it.
himself.
of Jacob.
your solemnity,
of Jacob.
a slave to baskets.
of contradiction.
a foreign god.
between gods.
sinners?
sinner.
{81:5} They did not know and did
High.
the princes.
holy ones.
covenant:
Hagarites,
inhabitants of Tyre.
inheritance.
name, O Lord.
sons of Korah.
and my God.
is disposed to ascend
{83:7} from the valley of tears,
determined.
Jacob.
of your Christ.
tabernacles of sinners.
and glory.
you.
from us.
generation?
salvation.
heart.
kissed.
from heaven.
her fruit.
day long.
my supplication.
God.
eternity.
truthful.
{85:16} Look down upon me and have
handmaid.
consoled me.
founded her.
in her.
{86:7} For so the dwelling place
Ezrahite.
petition.
without assistance,
you?
misery.
the Ezrahite.
prepared there.
David my servant:
generation to generation.
saints.
you.
strength.
fullness.
O Lord,
exalted.
holy oil.
harm him.
the rivers.
support of my salvation.
judgments,
my commandments:
to David,
territory dreadful.
enemies.
ground.
with confusion.
vain?
many nations.
generation.
God.
night,
web.
be corrected.
your wrath
{89:12} be numbered? So make known
of your servants.
days.
our hands.
of heaven.
night,
sinners.
as your refuge.
my name.
to him my salvation.
hands.
exceedingly deep.
against me.
Lebanon.
{91:14} Those planted in the house
him.
was founded.
moved.
high.
{92:7} Your testimonies have been
deliver.
he not rebuke?
vain.
of iniquity?
soul.
them.
psalms.
dry land.
heart.
all peoples.
greatly to be praised. He is
truth.
all around.
the earth.
glory.
Adore him.
the sinner.
{96:11} The light has risen for
of heart.
arm.
God.
sing psalms.
psalmist,
together,
holy.
for it is holy.
heeded them.
he gave them.
exultation.
pasture.
name.
generation.
[Psalm 100] (101)
midst of my house.
betrayals.
not recognize.
ministered to me.
of the Lord.
bread.
my flesh.
sparrow on a roof.
into my drink.
glory.
the slain.
praise in Jerusalem:
hands.
decline.
age.
recompenses.
infirmities.
Israel.
mercy.
for eternity.
iniquities.
dust.
so will he flourish.
no longer.
of the sons,
will.
{102:22} Bless the Lord, all his
soul.
the winds.
a burning fire.
mountains.
thirst.
the earth,
man.
planted.
setting.
through it.
together.
the evening.
with goodness.
earth.
smoke.
nations.
wonders.
elect.
entire earth.
foreigners there,
their behalf.
a slave.
soul,
he chose.
land of Ham.
their fish.
{104:30} Their land brought forth
of their kings.
every region.
same land.
region.
land.
elect in rejoicing.
times.
iniquity.
desert.
of the enemy.
of them remained.
counsel.
up the sinners.
image.
in Egypt:
Sea.
{105:23} And he said that he would
regions.
them,
spoken to them.
their works,
scandal to them.
demons.
with bloodshed,
over them.
prayer.
regions,
within them.
iron.
Most High.
bars.
of their injustices.
works in exultation.
deep.
away in distress.
stilled.
elders.
dry places,
of sources of water.
beasts of burden.
Lord?
[Psalm 107] (108)
himself.
in my glory.
in early morning.
nations.
tabernacles.
my king.
{107:10} Moab is the cooking pot
become my friends.
of man.
enemies to nothing.
[Psalm 108] (109)
David.
against me.
places.
children.
away.
order to be merciful.
be put to death.
sweet.
locusts.
cloak.
your footstool.
enemies.
order of Melchizedek.
intentions.
and judgment.
fairness.
age.
exceedingly.
blessed.
just.
disturbed in eternity.
Lord.
Lord.
even forever.
Lord.
earth?
of his people.
mother of sons.
power.
again.
back again?
the sheep?
fountains of waters.
not see.
not smell.
great.
voice of my prayer.
{114:2} For he has inclined his
soul.
compassionate.
freed me.
{114:7} Turn again, my soul, to
good to you.
humbled.
people.
ones.
my bonds.
{115:8} I will sacrifice to you
people,
O Jerusalem.
praise him.
mercy is forever.
forever.
{117:5} In my tribulation, I
me.
leaders.
them.
over them.
over them.
my salvation.
wrought virtue.
our eyes.
rejoice in it.
Lord.
salvation.
forever.
ways.
diligently.
justifications.
justice.
abandon me.
commandments.
your mouth.
in all riches.
your words.
law.
justifications.
your justifications.
in your words.
on me by your law.
heart.
in your way.
fear.
your fairness.
eloquence.
and ever.
justifications.
law.
justifications.
law.
word.
justification.
your commandments.
justifications.
justifications.
your commandments.
hope.
persecute me?
eternity.
firm.
in service to you.
humiliation.
broad.
me for eternity.
your commandments.
iniquity.
paths.
to your word.
{118:108} Make the willing
judgments.
your law.
exultation of my heart.
law.
expectation.
on your justifications.
unjust.
judgments.
me your justifications.
law.
{118:127} Therefore, I have loved
topaz.
name.
your justifications.
truth.
are my meditation.
commandments.
hope.
your law.
your eloquence.
justifications.
judgment.
testimonies.
in your mercy.
words.
{118:162} I will rejoice over your
many spoils.
exceedingly.
sight.
your word.
me your justifications.
{118:172} My tongue will pronounce
commandments.
is my meditation.
deceitful tongue.
a deceitful tongue?:
coals of desolation.
Kedar.
sojourner.
me without cause.
come to me.
slumber.
soul.
unto itself.
towers.
merciful to us.
arrogant.
us,
intolerable water.
their teeth.
earth.
dwells
are consoled.
joyful.
{125:4} Convert our captivity, O
seeds.
give sleep.
the gate.
table.
Israel.
necks of sinners.
backwards.
bosom.
the Lord.
you, O Lord.
voice of my supplication.
could persevere?
word.
Lord.
in the Lord.
bountiful redemption.
in my soul.
even forever.
Jacob:
your sanctification.
saints exult.
dwelling place.
him.
dwell in unity.
garment.
God.
{133:2} In the nights, lift up
the Lord.
Zion.
the Lord.
own possession.
storehouses.
strong kings:
an inheritance, as an inheritance
not see.
of Aaron.
Jerusalem.
mercy is eternal.
eternal.
eternal.
eternal.
eternal.
mercy is eternal.
eternal:
is eternal.
is eternal.
eternal.
eternal:
eternal:
is eternal:
eternal.
is eternal.
eternal.
instruments.
forgotten.
foundation.
{136:8} O daughter of Babylon,
Angels.
all.
your mouth.
the Lord.
from a distance.
accomplished my salvation.
my tongue.
me.
your face?
to my delight.
is its light.
exceedingly well.
of the earth.
them.
exceedingly strengthened.
vain.
David.
iniquitous leader.
conflicts.
of my supplication.
war.
triumph.
withstand.
countenance.
to you.
evening sacrifice.
my lips.
them.
have prevailed,
beside Hell.
pass over.
the cave.
declare my tribulation.
for me.
soul.
justice.
past.
your hands.
{142:6} I have extended my hands
up my soul to you.
righteous land.
me.
him?
shadow.
in disarray.
iniquity.
sword.
iniquity.
temple.
their streets.
of your wonders.
greatness.
justice.
mercy.
his works.
due time.
a blessing.
works.
all sinners.
Zachariah.
will perish.
are in them.
generation to generation.
sorrows.
on a stringed instrument.
service of men.
Zion.
judgments to Israel.
them. Alleluia.
[Psalm 148]
the heights.
places,
flying things,
exalted.
[Psalm 149]
psaltery.
salvation.
their couches.
{149:6} The exultations of God
hands:
manacles of iron,
Alleluia.
[Psalm 150]
and organ.
cymbals of jubilation.