I was worrying out loud about wither or not the years of harassment had actually come to an end. It’s been 15 months now since the vandalism stopped and I want to believe the nightmare of those years is finally over, but I guess it’s a case of once bitten twice shy, because even though I have started going out in public again, I still find myself desperately jumpy and nervous around most people, and my phobia of Mormons is now manifesting itself, as I can not be in close contact with any of them any more, which is odd considering my many years of Mormon extremism I lived by. It used to be I couldn’t be around any one who was NOT Mormon and now it’s full swing the other way around. Anyways I was talking about such things on FaceBook, when one of my friends sent me a link to this site: Project Witches Protection
I had no idea such a thing existed. It’s a wonderful idea. I went through and read all of the stuff on the site, but I find that the advice there, really only told me to do what I have been doing right along: Go to the police.
Here’s the problem: I DID do everything she said – when I tried to get help outside of the local level is when things got 100 times worse, and when my house got burned down! The problem, was that it was Jim Thomas himself who was giving the orders to do these things (he was the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager as well as an LDS High Priest), and Ken Shoup (Town Building Inspector) and Will Watson (an OOB Police Officer) whose names were on the actual documents that they had with them when they came into the yard to destroy things.
Will Watson and Jack Nichoals (both Police Officers) were the ones who went through every room of the house tearing everything apart and ripping things up. Kathy Smith, a close friend for 30 years, was the one who brought Human Service and the Humane Society in, and he husband (a local mechanic and another LDS High Priest) is the one who vandalized my car.
It was a family from New Hampshire that did the paint balling, rock throwing, and axing of garden equipment, with a van full of people none of whom I knew because they were members from a church in New Hampshire!
Once the news reporters showed up, things really went wild, and we had tourists and sight seers from all 50 states stopping in our yard to take pictures and so many people were showing up that our house got put under 24 hour police guard for about 6 months in 2003.
The State Police got involved in July of 2001 when the vandals torn down our barn.
We never found out who it was that was leaving the pictures of guns on our front door, but the police officer who wrote the report said the pictures were torn out of a government supply catalog for the police department – he recognized it – he said only a police office or some one high up at the town hall, would have access to those particular gun pictures
We don’t know who started the fire, all we know is that after the firemen finished their investigation, they concluded that a deep fryer had been left on the stove, over heated and blew up, because it had cellophane fly tapes cooking in it. . .the thing of that is, at the time of the fire I had already been living in the tent for 4 months, and our deep fryer, was packed away under the sink, meaning someone took the trouble to find it, fill it, turn it on, and leave it until it blew up and took out half of our house.
I wasn’t home the day some one took a sledge hammer to my Liberace` records, and my grandmothers antique ceramics collection, and than torn out each page of my comic books and that tore each page into confetti.
. . . that was the same day some one broke all the windows out of the house, took an axe to our furniture and also stole my grandmothers 1920’s stamp book full of stamps from the 1800’s.
Nor was I home the day someone thought it was funny to kill and dissect 75 of my hens and leave their remains hanging in my rose bushes, so I don’t know who did that either.
The Dutrumble family was suspected, but never proven, to be the ones who dumped oil in our brook killing 30 of my ducks.
Lisa Bolduc killed Tajid and was found guilty and executed 6 months later.
Several of the rumors about me being evil were started in 1991 by a Major in the Air Force, also an LDS High Priest, who was the one who went to first Bishop Regan and than Bishop Morgan, It was Regan and Morgan who started the religious hysteria. Today the Major, now dieing from a rare illness continues to spread rumors about me, now saying that I put a curse on him to kill him.
The Major originally got his information from a schizophrenic man in Salt Lake City, who claimed to be “the true prophet”, and spent most of his life writing 30 page letters to the real Prophet of the LDS church, telling him that he was being deceived by Satan. I had the misfortune to meet this delusional “prophet” in 1991, and for the next 14 years daily received 30 page letters from him, telling me that I was the spawn of Satan.
I told him to his face what I thought of him, his insanity, his claims of being the “real” prophet, and told him that if he wrote my any more letters I would burn them unopened. He said he would stop at nothing to see me excommunicated from the church, because women had no rights and only witches dared speak back to “a prophet” . . . I was 14 years old at the time. Less than a month later Bishop Morgan called me out of class to discuss a letter he had received. . . guess from who
Tajid was murdered a week later, and 6 months of court followed, with me being the only witness, and police and lawyers asking me hundreds of question, most of which I couldn’t understand. By mid 1992 I had stopped talking.
The letters from the self proclaimed prophet heightened, both to me, and to the Major (who at the time was a close friend), and to Bishop Morgan. The resulting harrasment from Morgan went full swing by fall of 1993, with him calling me “The Anti-Christ” “the holy Apostate”, and a demon possessed witch, and climaxed with him bringing in doctors from Pine Land Center (an asylum for the criminally insane).
In 1997 Augusta Stake President Dr. Earnshaw stepped in when I showed him the letters from “the self proclaimed prophet” along with the letters I was now receiving from Bishop Morgan. Morgan lost his calling as Bishop and both Morgan and the self proclaimed prophet were told by Earnshaw that they needed psychiatric help.
Earnshaw spent the next several months apologizing and trying to help – which I thought was weird since he wasn’t the one who did anything wrong, and yet here he was doing all the “I’m so sorry this happened” every single Sunday at church.
Morgan’s counselor took over as Bishop, but he was heavily influenced by Morgan’s tyranny (Morgan was a white supremisict as well, and had harassed every non white family in the Cape Elizabeth Ward – I am a Native American Indian, so that was why he was so quick to accept the letters from the “self proclaimed prophet”). The new Bishop, refused to say my name instead calling me “White Trash” as though it was my name. The shunning by other members of the Ward soon followed.
In 2001 I stopped going to the Cape Elizabeth Ward due to the shunning and started attending the Sanford Ward instead.
A few weeks after switching Wards, the paint balling and rock throwing started.
Our barn were torn down on July 2, 2001. The local police, the state police, the Journal Tribune, and ABC News Reports got involved by August. Things went out of control after the news reports hit the front page of our local newspapers, which ironically they chose to publish on October 31, 2001, thus farther inflaming the accusations of witchcraft
The physical acts of violence skyrocketed after the news reports. Reaching their height in the summer and fall of 2006. All of the vandalism stopped all at once in February of 2008, after the Bolduc family’s inexplicable and world wide reported death. The same Bolduc family involved with Tajid’s murder and the court trails of 1991.
Before the fire had been put out, the Town Manager called me in to the Town Hall and accused me of having sent the demon poltergeist which lived in my car to enact revenge on the town and demanded the car be destroyed. Actually, he hid in the other room while his assistant told me this. I told he that if she and the rest of the town didn’t leave me and Etiole alone, that I’d let him burn down the whole town and every one in it.
The next day, along with reports of the fire and deaths, were reports of an investigation that had been underway for 6 months into suspicions of the Town Manager and his counsel not being what they claimed they were. Along with announcements of the Town Manger’s swift removal from the town, along with all of his council members, whom it stated were suspisioly all members of his church, along with the announcement that an investigation was started as to which of them was behind the embezalment of town funds.
Several police officers were also investigated and lost their jobs. In the weeks that followed some shocking reports came out about Town Manager Jim Thomas and the fact that Old Orchard Beach was the FOURTH Town Manager job he had been run out of, and that he had fled to Maine to hide from the towns he had abused out West.
From the day of his removal as Town Manager there has been no more acts of violence or vandalism against me or my family, and the constant accusations of witches, curses, demons, and poltergeists have stopped.
As for the self proclaimed prophet, he stopped writing to me in 1997. However, in August of 1997, the Major picked up where the self-proclaimed prophet left off, only he writes to me via email. Today 12 years later, I am still receiving letters from the Major, the longest of which printed up to 64 pages, when I had it printed up and turned over to the Stake President.
In 2003 I received one final letter from the self proclaimed prophet – a letter saying that an angel had appeared to him and revealed to him that he had lived a very wicked life and had deeply hurt both me and my grandmother (he had accused her of being a witch and a child of Satan, back in the 1950s – 1960s, just as he had done me in the 1990s), and that he was going to be punished in hell if he did not make amends for the wrong he had done. The letter than went on begging for my forgiveness. He was found dead from starvation at age 100 years and 14 days old, in the basement of his daughter’s home in Utah a few weeks later.
In the end, all I have to say to any of these people is this: In the day of judgment the wicked shall beg the mountains to fall upon them and hide their sins from the face of God. Be sure your sin will find you out.
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