The Cream Paint
for The Fictional VolunTier Project
By Goura Fotadar
[also in this form: The Cream]
tag[s]: on computer digital art meditations, that’s a bit of a joke as a tag, uh then, regular counseling incorporating geo-physics and of course, uh, basic art; uh, computer science , titles
This guy; that’s not too soporific; has a re-occurring dream of something that used to have: had happened to him; where as in a location he was locked in the one side of this blue house; and then a bunch kids or several kids got him out; and he just doesn’t want to be locked into that house in that location until he’s gotten out [i.e. in the meantime]. He knows for sure that in this case he will still get out. How does he change his location; because it’s not like the people who locked him would let him.
Draw a house; he want s the house to be more blue; or a different more blue shade of blue.
There actually is a white picket fence which he wants to be yellow now.
The rest of the details aren’t as important, to him.
Starting solution: He draws a stig[stick] figure with his face on it in the one location of the house; perhaps where he was; and then simply moves the stig figure where he [‘d] rather be.
A side note: on combat logistics: and reality interface with such and also so then in this case reality creation: you could test in all functional scenarios or not in the drawing digital or such; and then see within a short period for rough functional enough testing how reality proximates change around you that’s authentic enough; before deciding on the one set or such change; in such a small provision even in dangerous combat; it would hardly make a disastrous difference; but still a significant and perhaps eventually important difference.
theme: IX just don’t want to be locked up in that location; if even IX [is] eventually going to eventually get free; mostly but not completely unharmed. The first analysis of harm, unjust: is the dream not going the way IX want[a] in location of general set house; so re-set location within general set house; and test the, all the possible: potential re-sets; that are seemingly functional to potential [uh, ordering sets is that that].
theme music citation: johnny come home fine young cannibals
part two. to post to the fvp : lear-ning
such an obvious word diagram
while working on the next publication: citing the next publication
don’t forget to post:
as in cited: King Lear; and of course: what do most understand yes; quickly want:
is ning; [yes, perhaps making lear important; and then we have the classical –ism actually edifying lear to at least some important [–t, ce]; create-ing what is that safety from egotism inappropriate by just the name of the work; or part of its center name and then there is of course the non-contradiction of the pre-phase to the title certifying this point to is it phonetically valid]
and in its characteristic use; perhaps different from the first clench of meaning;
within Learning the ing is almost a sound of rhythm such as each learn incident is accompanied by a sound of rhythm but perhaps a support of rhythm; like a bell in a show game; everyTime one has won something based on actual knowledge and its prowess;
[t/b/c in some form at least; a hope to that read?]
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Instead of Gossip, Personal or rather work-related Crime Report; to be adjunct, ed in my next upcoming publication and-or book. [i.e. if I don’t get arrested for being uh, what is that they are saying: wrong for society]
————————-by Goura Fotadar for The Fictional VolunTier Project on 12918———— [also in this form: Instead of Gossip]
Addressed Now: To the Superior Court of Santa Clara County
& also to the Attorney General & Civil Rights Unlimited Containers
& regarding the death of my primary deceased brother, and others like him; [send to, places where his identity is still being used illegally]
theme: are eugenics projects real; can the dead be revived? [non-fic? reality, sci-fi advantage]
- Eviction Detainer
First the eviction detainer is illegal. I left the property I was held hostage in; as is reported and caught in a report:
While hostage still as of late 2016; when I called the court, they suggested that I stay on property longer since I needed to be handed a legal document to actually be evicted. IN addition I was not a renter on property; where I was nearly raped and also repeatedly threatened with violent death. Instead I was a no living wage worker; hoarded mostly in one room, where those who held me hostage, repeatedly requested my consent to the use of my brother’s identity, who was at that time verified to either be deceased in combat and or missing in action; they had however been using his identity in a form of heinous identity theft since he were a young child; and now as a member of the united states military likely dead, they were even getting married in his name; and honeymooning so. The situation of his identity theft had become very public with imposters of these hostage holders and their family and terrorist connections such as the cult they adhere to: known as Satya Sai Baba; repeatedly publicly arrested for using his identity and not just in the years that he deployed overseas. Next the hostage holders reported to me that they were living off of compensation for my no living wage work and my birth trusts as they were also child kidnappers of me and my brother [at least as the reported and identified to me; apparently convicted that no consequence Correct existed for their actions Wrong]; and wanted power of authority over my identity also along with what they believe what were my doj clearances. They attempted a seize maneuver of me with the local corrupt police department in Santa Clara County; but I think it has been verified that I have criminal immunity or something; it’s not like I have the clear ability to verify this any longer[?] And or if such thing existence exista.
IN any case; the man that is named on the eviction detainer; attempted to rape me with his coordinating “wife” in the household in exchange while he used and dealt illicit drugs with his “wife” and their contacts. He then interacted repeatedly with an imposter of my brother’s identity as if it were still my brother and the imposter’s as reported by them newlywed wife; requiring that I also identify this imposter as my brother. I filed paperwork using the same name of my brother which this imposter I believe is still using; years past my brother’s death and pretending of all things to be a non-civilian militia member who served purpose of service in action to our country. Perhaps due to this and or due to the fact that I was being held hostage; the hostage holders especially the one of were put on repeat one day public arrests and followed around by a white vehicle in the neighborhood where they held me hostage; the other whoever the real cops are were looking for; but for some reason could not find? IN any case, I put myself on a protective hold indirectly by filing those papers and instead was informed that I was going to be court martial ordered for my service to this country as a veteran. I am however not a veteran of regular military service in this generation of regular combat war that was the brother they are still impostor-ing. The police were unable to seize me so they forced me to go with one of the hostage holders to a hospital where I was placed on the protective hold for protection to my own life; and additionally court martial ordered without my consent and illegally; the hostage holders then tried to claim that I was an alcoholic who suffered from bipolar disorder along with the main staff of the hospital and that I deserved to be institutionalized for life my career ended. Otherwise, the hostage holders wanted to change my career from leader of the cited: C.I.A. to a caregiver for them and others as they chose; somebody they described who could wash them or others. Though I found this suggestion to be preposterous; the hospital staff and their conductors believed this was a very reasonable request. They also believed that I was hallucinating that I were a writer; and that I had no self-established with company support of any such writing career. They continued to deny that I had attended college and or graduate school; and instead continued in a form of unjust retaliation that I were had been institutionalized my entire life; and that I had perhaps only been held hostage; because clearly I did not know how to hygiene myself. They evaded the situation of my brother’s identity theft; or that these hostage holders were child kidnappers of mine, and in fact not even my actualized and or in other variety real family. At the end of the c.m. I was let go; and found myself to an estate given five years of estate: church living for the homeless needing protection and or otherwise disenfranchised from mainstream society in some way despite the height of their performance or not; and the child kidnappers and the san jose police department followed me there; despite it says in your court record, giving me an eviction detainer [which I never exactly received in legal form; and only recently checked to see if anything such bizarre were up based on a feeling; how absurd] mandating me to leave the property I was on hostage on; and they [uh. who is.] attempted to have me gang-raped. This was very non-entertaining to me and I fled to the street for sovereignty in my own country in essentially victimized refugee status; where they police continued to barbarically manhunt me cross space from food stores and yes I’d bet you’d like to know using my now cited: e.b.t card; of course in hostage, I was starved to the convenience of my hostage holders. I forgot just one necessary criminal mention, that the hostage holders also decided to let me know that they had some of my original relatives and members of the military also hostage; in locations I wouldn’t guess; of course I could hardly remember most of my original family; since I had been kidnapped with my brother in final attempt at a very young age to my new assignment, you might call it; or ours.
IN the last many weeks to months [in reverse order], the police have attempted sometimes five to 10 seizes of me per day; and this is from city to city in a proximity distance. Many onlookers knowing that I am obviously not an internationally known unjust and otherwise qualified unjust terrorist have not understood why. Well, here is the reason why: I am born into the position of acting leader of the cited: C.I.A. along with some other organizations; I am responsible for all militia enactment since the time of my birth through the mystery of being a cited: C.I.A. operative. I for example must decide who actually makes it to staff on courthouse, fire departments, libraries, and police departments, and anywhere really. So you can see that I did not consent to hiring such “police officers” and want them fire-d and charged with genocide of my identity: race, education, career, other training, actualized family and relations, and my general efficacy in for example the world; something it is clear to every surveillance video where they especially stalk and harass me with all of their unwarranted weapons simply outperforms them. I also want your courthouse shut down, permanently; and all of your staff to never be re-hired anywhere. You have demonstrated in my opinion severe incompetence and unjust support of an unjust and faulty nonsensical “police departments” and such bogus “staff”. Their performance is a laughing and public joke; which I do not find funny at all; and an enormous insult to actual police officers and not just alone.
II> [1.24.18] Criminal Citation for being a “Public Nuisance” and-or also known as homeless outside.
On the early morning of one of the recent days after a thanksgiving feast for the homeless; the weather had turned back to rainy start season. Having been forced from my former two rest spots by the cited: Menlo park police department and and their defense of two people pulling a gun on me; as I mentioned I’m a cited: C.I.A. operative since birth and also hold other militia titles; though I am by practice a civilian and do not carry weapons.
I was under the front part of the roof of the post office on Hamilton [Palo Alto] due to rain conditions, and the “police” approached me twice under these circumstances. Officer Enborg/Enberg also approached me earlier at the cited: Palo Alto Public Library’s park while I ate my soup kitchen/charity soup at one of that specific in location library’s park benches. He said that somebody had called the police about a woman yelling near some bridge that I had never heard of; and his partner said to him that they needed to strip search me because I was too tall to be a woman.
It’s true my height has varied drastically throughout the course of my life; but I’ve had many severe violent injuries during the course of my life [I grew up in a heavily violent home where I was regularly violently beaten with weapons and jumped indoors]. When I thought of how absurd this was; the request of a strip search of me while I ate soup in the park, and as a homeless woman who earns approx. $0.10/year for my 10-15 hour workdays approx. 7 days a week; the “cops” continued with Enborg/Enberg wanting to know if I owed any money.
The police identified themselves as being exactly like the cited: Menlo Park Police Department; on that night and then on the night of Post Office Incident; the main cop: Enborg/Enberg admitted that he clearly believed and understood that sleeping in front of a Post Office meant that it was a federal building and this meant that I had lodging? He was so sure that this qualified as lodging that he wouldn’t stop yelling in my face at is it 1 something in the morning; while a small group of onlookers watched; when I negated his false definition of lodging; i.e. he attributed that he was sure that sleeping outside that I had my own property in that rest spot; and surely he was more intelligent than me; along with this time his two other partners. When I told them that this spot absolutely did not qualify as a house as he was describing and that I was not indoors in rest-nights anywhere and with accompanying inside placed storage, he moved away, and continued; with the other homeless people in the area. But first him and his two coordinating staff were absolutely obviously sure in the dimwitted ness of what does not qualify them and or disqualifies them from any militia role inclusive of police officers; that there was an essence matter of my height to be determined and that the only thing that mattered in this interaction were if Enborg/Enberg were taller than me. If you don’t believe me check the surveillance tapes. It was among the most absurd police interactions I have ever not just witnessed but also been enforced to interact in. I don’t think the police officers in the area and authorities understand that despite being homeless on the streets, I work about 10-15 hours a day and for pennies per year. This is a major and significant issue when you disturb not just my life, but also my work and sleep schedule to tote your own ego in an intergender beauty competition with me; that first of all I have not consented to. Your local cops have a localized extreme version of non-focus and something like lustful attraction crush on me; when they can’t get me to provide them with sexual favors; for god’s sake I am not a hooker; and if even I were their solicitations of me in the many variety are getting out of control; with “Officer” Mazon’s [M.P. but since Enborg/Enberg claims you to be the same p.d.] attempt to get me to give him a blow job in public and I just ignored and moved on from that situation; otherwise he was going to issue me another citation. [If you don’t believe me listen to surveillance.]
I understand that I have been signed up for modeling since birth as an operative; some of the many public images of me reduced in variety to assemble to the regular public; and others displaying my exact appearance; with my name disguised most often; but you must understand that these revenue to charity for the public and are not my fault that my image is used to pay for uh things; and never actually my own expenses. This I believe is a situation involved with the regard of the local police officers who keep calling me other names as they approach me; and literally won’t leave me alone. It’s dangerous when their lustful conditions term them to cite and stalk me as if I were a non-reforming criminal on-the run. Instead I earned California state sheriff several years ago; on my old job in emergency response dealing with suicide and homicide; and this was my last regularly paid position with low pay soon before I soon deployed myself as a homeless person and such; and all of this as a civilian-like and with no weapons. I think you don’t understand that I was told from a much higher up outside agency that this position goes with me; and I am non-sanctioned though actually hired in this position; that means I don’t carry a weapon. This makes me the boss of all police officers in the area especially; and not the other way around. I was further told that I am the only singular CA state sheriff; and that this will likely not change; in any case you are driving around in vehicles with literally one of my job titles on them; and without my consent; while you attempt to charge me as a criminal and arrest me. I wonder if you organized-ly understand the tier system of work; and how beneath me the local police are in work competence; and how much off of my work and identity they are living. If you don’t believe me about making this qualification and working this title alongside my other work; why not check surveillance recordings from my old job.
Back to the night of the citation; the night continued on with the three officers from where I could see slamming one body over and over again of somebody sleeping who were homeless outside that night; attempting to slam another body, and attempting to molest the third body. As a result, I got on the phone and called the local police station; who told me that I was not allowed to call the police station; and hanging up on me; I made the cops stop molesting and slamming bodies around me; and they then issued me a citation. [If you don’t believe me check surveillance videos.]
Additional charges for these “cops” and their phone response team: are requesting my brother’s identity for their work; now deceased my brother was in a militia role at the time of this death; and his identity has been severely experiencing severe identity theft for the past several years; and on-and-off his whole life. Days before another “cop” from your force was present asking me if he could use my brother’s identity to do a job that he didn’t deserve. I said no. In addition; I must add; that I was kidnapped repeatedly but as an operative and not as a regular child who experienced kidnapping taken away from my regular family in cited: c.i.a. operations; with one of my brothers to go into my assignment family; but the others including cousins went to other families. All of my relatives are in militia roles whether as civilians or not; and more than one of them of the regular militia in addition to higher militia have had and are still experiencing,
Identity theft; along with of course lots more victims and in general.
When I called the police station to ask them to please ask their cops to stop harming and harassing homeless people unjustly; they hung up on me as I might have mentioned. The next day they said that they were going to put me under arrest for using a police number at all; the same story as the Menlo Park Police Department. I don’t think you understand that my position puts me at the highest level of power of authority; and it goes the other way around in terms of arrest: I want them under arrest for their unjust violence, stalking, and in general harassment of various freedoms. It has gotten past absurd. I also want you to understand that this form of power of authority is non-transferable. It means that if I were to for example die; it would go with me; and not to some local low level barely functional police department stealing from the public and Society, at least American in general; that I have never consented to hire as anything especially for god’s sake, cops.
I also want a work charge against these “police departments” and connecting “authorities” since they continue to infiltrate my work and hinder it; in addition to doing the same with my existence and identity.
Perhaps of even further scrutiny all three “officers” admitted to me on the night of citation; that they were on illicit substances; I am already attending recovery courses for other illicit drug users; and these are actually mandated to recover from addiction, unhealthy and-or illicit; I can’t be harassed by people posing as officers and not qualifying while they are on illicit drugs in the middle of the night and especially while homeless on the street; it is ungodly to start with and is highly criminal of them in the variety non-reforming to end with.
I am livid that despite these infractions from them and their coordinatings; that you would further request me to once again to show up in court again to deal with yet another faulty police department in another section of the faulty justice system, and while I receive no payment for such reporting work. How much of an infringement of my worker’s rights.
Signed Under Oath to the best of My Recollection,
And must be affirmed and verified by actualized consented to checks of all surveillance pertaining to the incidents disclosed here.
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The next part of the tree itself
for The Fictional VolunTier Project
By Goura Fotadar
Date typed up, this part: 1518
[also in this form: Later at one of our temporary kidnapped shacks I came downstairs one]
I believe our primary names were kept; our birthyear difference kept in the right order: but our actual birthdates changed to make us legally older; my race was kept my brother’s changed to mine; and our genders and birth-places were kept in-tact. [uh, I mean on paper documents et al]
But maybe one assumes I am non-usefully hallucinating and that this can’t be true! In any case
later at one of our temporary kidnapped shacks I came downstairs one-day to see my brother then approx. 3-4 years old with his hands tied with ropes: because of what a group of adult child kidnappers said: [was/is] his real ethnic race. They had already set-up one imposter at least; who was glee-fully watching as my brother was trying to eat dinner with his hands tied. What did I do at this rancid
discovery; I’d rather not say why hadn’t the 3-4 year old brother told me? We were quite close. Like a pop-song the imposter was screaming “Call me … (his name)” “I’m your brother now” Years later though the tie-ing up halted: my brother’s hands were permanently damaged by the ropes. The “parent” and such couldn’t remember if he were born with such damaged hands; but we could remember the shift from his normal toddler hands to his mutilated hands; and this was especially an identifying discrepancy; I’m sure with digital imaging it would be easy to conceal that: mutilation. But as the years in childhood went on; art became something me and my brother were not enthusiastic about; and it’s an interesting story of trauma recovery because I’m a non-paid in money artist, now. So much of art in childhood expected and demanded the use of one’s normal hands; without such a set; and with cognition of him missing such a set; regular art never became our childhood thing. [Well, regular art only; and to start with only, I wouldn’t want to fib and claim that I didn’t create irregular forms of art in my childhood; the type that was less dependent on the regular birth privilege of not being mutilated by abuse and-or emotionally connected to such mutilating abuse.]
In this case the perpetrators of such actions would be charged for both children one would be as described [charge: enforcing into violating physical deformity through mutilation as an unjust response to racism and prejudice: so the enactment of elevated racism and prejudice with the intention to create a depiction of re-generating undeserved homicide] ; and the other would something like match. (as traumatized through witness). [back to main:]
The star of course has been mentioned in the I believe the first set of this posting or something; and in connection to child trauma: it would precipitate authorities not believing in a child, or such child’s potential; and enforcing that disbelief to as: reality. Then; perhaps at least attempting to perpetuate this against actualized accomplishment
In the child the child turning adult, and the adult who used to be a child: and then in this case: the star is an extremely interesting reality euphemism; defining something like the reaching of an otherwise un-reachable a generally
stage; to still not be high enough for an abusive traumatizer : to sway away from the incorrect dis-belief a reality they’ve cemented perhaps such that the culminating child receives the message he/she/that is not capable of a thing of worth, substance, et al; even at the outside sky’s star elevation.
The thing about this ornament piece is also a reminder of the actual seen star; and how it might be possible to become enough like one; [or a?].
For example: in metaphysics or something or metaphysical counseling trauma, combat actions to recovery; imagine translating into reality what that actual star-like existence; like-stars existences; for the uniqueness of stars? would equivocate to in the non-sky version of the world. Likely equivocate to the translated reality version of star;
Would restrict the ability of traumatic abusers from infiltrating an in[n]correct disbelief reality into/onto and as abuse of an innocent victim; traumatizing; and after such trauma if the star-path is only then accessible and-or available for entry: it poses as an ability to eviscerate such incorrect disbelief
realit[-ies] for one’s self.
Usually, I believe: in these type of star studies: but can’t exactly recall you look for star qualities.
In definitions of solidarity; you might look at star similarities. You might for example write a translation formula; even; a basic one of conversion to general her[e] reality.
Outside box but coherent in relative knowledge; a
formula may be the conception of book;
The proof for book[s]; [as a comparison, perhaps]
12.9.17 The obvious thing would be usual structure or form of a book; as witnessed; in this case especially: a front & a back , and I suppose everything in the center or middle: something like a passage. When comparing like to stars: I don’t know my guess would be something like a reflection with at least first, and second incidence or sight; and perhaps between this [these] incidences and-or/and/or reflections is passage. If time were not relevant it might be instead the work it takes to go from 1st to 2nd incidence. And as a book equivalent: what it either —-à it takes to go from start to finish or how one flips from start to finish; or perhaps in some cases both: passages, version of passages; and-or centers are required.
I’m not sure but I think this would; noticing with the invention of book[s] be some beginning star-equivalent; in translation
each book while moving
from its front to back;
is an experienced passage
and-or journey; such as life, death, college, etc.;
a career, et al
In I believe the second version; if one wanted to transpire various passages and or journeys when entering the examination of book arts; a simple flip from front cover to back cover would encompass the flip as the center /passage
for that might not need to be internal
the situation may also imply retrieval:
Book a: incidence
Step 1 [front cover]
Possible retrieval effective equal
To front cover sight such as book title
Step 2 external to book or this translated to reality star a flip to the back cover
Step 3 incidence 2/ [back cover] or retrieval possible effective equal to back cover sight such as back cover hue/. Main design or something.
The quasi-question and or relational question might be in another version outter space or something reality: how do you after incidence 1st sight turn or effectively equivalently turn a star over; and is that a modality of invention: strength
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