PLEASE HELP ME HENK RUYSSENAARS….and EVERYONE IN THE PRESS!!!
PLEASE HELP ME HENK RUYSSENAARS... .and EVERYONE IN THE PRESS!!!
Please help me make this as PUBLIC as possible!
THEY ARE TRYING TO MURDER ME!!! PLEASE HELP ME.
They don't let my emails go through... they sometimes don't let my calls go through.
Ms. LESLIE OLIVER
I am in India. 91 (country code) 9897 444-272
From 1999 until late 2003, I was the proprietor of 2 websites (www.foreigndrugs.com + pharmacyway.com) which sold information only about contacting Mexican pharmacies and other foreign pharmacies abroad to purchase medicines at discounts of up to 80%. My internet business suddenly took off at a phenomenal speed when CBS, NBC, ABC news began inundating the airways with frenzied reports of how easy it was to purchase inexpensive pharmaceuticals for less cost outside the country. It also became evident that 'the American people' were being gauged by the pharmaceutical manufacturers at every level-- at the drugstores and also by receiving generous tax exemptions for research.
In August 2000, I retained the law firm of Brull, Piccionelli, Sarno, Braun & Vradenburgh in Los Angeles (310 553-3375) to re-write the copy on my website after hearing about an article printed in the Mexican newspaper, "Tijuana Frontera" which reported that the DEA was going to prosecute American websites that advertised offshore pharmacies, although they were protected by the First Amendment. In short -- it was a 'witch-hunt'. During that same period, I hired Private Investigator, Roger Tolces of www.bugsweeps.com - to check my telephone line and he confirmed that it was tapped. I also spoke with a criminal attorney, Eric Shevin - (the son of a friend) and I asked him what he thought of the situation.
His immediate response was, "Get off the internet, NOW."
I was shocked and asked "Why?"
He replied, "You're going to get caught in the middle of a very explosive political situation that you don't want to be part of".
I not only didn't understand what he meant, I didn't see why I should suddenly cut off my income. Every attorney I spoke with later - and I consulted with no less than eleven lawyers that year -- shook their head and replied, "What's the problem? You're protected by the First Amendment."
So I opted to have the website rewritten by First Amendment Attorney, Robert Sarno using Criminal Attorney Eric Shevin (310 276-2231) as a consultant. We made certain the website not only conformed to all US laws but we also conspicuously displayed the legal guidelines for 'personal importation' which we copied verbatim from the FDA's own website.
Three months later, a man, who called himself a U.S. customs agent telephoned me at home and asked me 'why I put up the website' and 'what medicines I personally bought in Mexico'. I replied that "I felt the website would be of interest to people all over the world and the medicine I bought in Mexico was not his concern." He began a tirade of accusations, saying I was 'helping Americans import medicine illegally from Mexico', citing specific copy on my website which he insisted was 'unlawful'. Unfortunately the copy he criticized was exactly what we copied verbatim from the FDA website itself. I suggested he re-acquaint himself with FDA guidelines and directed him to my attorneys. A future meeting was arranged by my attorney Robert Sarno with the customs officer and myself. I was more than willing to acquiesce to almost any change on my website that might be suggested by this agent. However on the scheduled day, we waited for the U.S. customs officer who never called to cancel, never showed up and never tried to reschedule. Attorney Bob Sarno shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess that's the end of that". He couldn't have been more wrong.
Around March 2002, I received a call from a so-called delivery service. I was expecting a package and asked "by the way, what are you delivering?". He replied, "Flowers" but refused to tell me who they were from. He then inquired if I was married. I refused to tell him. I actually thought it was a friend playing a joke.
Weeks later, I noticed no matter where I drove or at what time - a beat-up, old "muscle car" always was in back of me and always driven by rough-looking hispanic men or skin-head types. It began to dawn on me that I was being followed but I couldn't imagine why. I also noted that it was never the same car or driver which meant the funding for this bizarre campaign came from an organization with seemingly unlimited resources. I concluded the campaign was being initiated by a rich, pharmaceutical company. Never once did I imagine it was my own government stalking me.
At the time, I lived alone in a 4-bedroom house on 3.5-acres in the desert. The newly paved road led up to a dead-end, with few houses on either side and almost no traffic. Within days, traffic picked up considerably. A barrage of beat-up trucks, vans, muscle cars with nasty-looking Hispanic men donning full-body tattoos and hairnets, one right after the other, began driving back and forth day and night, always stopping in front of my house to either loudly rev up their motors, bombard me with music or shine headlights into my bedroom at 3:00 in the morning. Usually around midnight, I'd receive 5 or 6 ominous late-night phone calls where the caller would either stay on the line without speaking or a man would shout profanities and hang up. It was becoming obvious that this 'pharmaceutical company' also had access to my private telephone conversations because with every arrangement I made, one or two men looking like escapees from Sing-Sing prison would be congregating outside my destination like the bank or web designers office, etc. and make lude comments or hold up a switchblade knife as I passed. Unbeknownst to me at the time, this was one of many covert harassment techniques being used on more and more citizens.
Next, I began hearing people on my roof or in the crawl space of my house but could never find anyone. I could not figure out how they entered. At night, I'd see flashlights being used right outside my bedroom window and hear men loudly whispering to each other and laughing. It was no accident that they arranged their trespassing in close proximity to whatever bedroom I was occupying. They wanted me to hear them. At that time nothing ever appeared to be stolen or out of place. The only item I found to be missing was my personal phone book which mysteriously 'reappeared' a few days later in full view on my desk.—no doubt after being copied.
During that same period, I had been consulting in the mountains every day (Hwy 74), driving around hairpin turns with very steep drops on either side of the road. One day, I couldn't help but notice something very peculiar. At every one of the 4 or 5 turnaround points, where a driver would normally pull off the road only long enough to let faster traffic pass, an Hispanic man sat parked in a beat up car! The same odd group of Hispanic men in parked vehicles lining this harrowing road
was evident on my return trip down the mountain, as well.
Days later, because of hearing a loud thumping sound, I took my car into a garage and was told by the mechanic that my caliper nut which connects the brake fluid line to the brakes had been taken off! In order to deliberately take off a caliper pin -- because it does not fall off -- one needs to remove the whole tire, unhinge the cover of the caliper itself and take off the pin - which one can do without detection if a car is parked in a remote place. Not having the caliper pin in place would have prevented the brake fluid from reaching my brakes - causing them to malfunction - sending me off a mountain cliff to my death!
Suddenly I understood why all those Hispanic men were sitting parked all along Hwy 74! They were waiting to see how another murder is successfully staged by U.S. government hit men.
At that point, I realized that I was dealing with ruthless murderers who were being paid to kill me. With only a background as an actress, art and writing, I was suddenly confronted with an almost surreal reality. Someone was actually trying to murder me! Fearing for my life and in a total state of panic-- I refused to spend an evening alone at home and was forced to stay with various friends or take motel rooms down the street from my house.
Weeks later, a so-called pharmacist in Tijuana, Mexico by the name of 'Juan Valdez' telephoned me on my cell phone -- which no customer or Mexican pharmacy had access to -- inquiring, "You're not dead yet?" He then kept insisting I put him in my information Guide.
I still was under the assumption that this was being perpetrated by a pharmaceutical company -- because of the sheer extravagance and total absurdity of the program.
I called upon Roger Tolces PI again and asked him what to do. He apprised me immediately of BLACK OPS and COINTELPRO which are still in effect covertly. He then printed out an expose written by ex-CIA agent Julianna McKinney which was posted on the Internet. The harassment, strong-arming techniques, threats, covert and staged murders, stalking and much more were described in that report and were identical to my experience.
This was a shocking realization. It was almost unbearable to face. My own government had orchestrated this vicious attempt on my life. Never having had any interest in politics and absolutely no experience with law enforcement, I realized that I was not only uninformed but extremely naïve about the world. I, like many Americans, was under the illusion that I was living in a democracy... or at the very least that I was living amongst people who were 'civilized'. However, upon squarely facing the raw truth and horror of the reality, some kind of intelligence - a kind of 'clairvoyance' began to appear and 'the dots started connecting'.
Suddenly I realized that 'Juan Valdez' was in reality 'a Black ops agent' who was attempting to entrap me for 'conspiracy'. That was another foolproof way to get me off the internet. If I had included him in my Mexican Pharmacy Guide he could have created any kind of situation to make it look like I was doing business with him which would have led to very serious drug charges. I also remembered being emailed months earlier by a Mexican woman, who insisted that she was a pharmacist and asked to be listed in my Guide. I never bothered to meet her as I was at that time rarely making the 2 hour trip to Mexico and I never listed her because she was very pushy and I didn't care for her. Suddenly that same woman started calling me again. I then also realized she too was a 'Black ops agent' poised to entrap me.
During the summer of 2002, even while my mother lay dying at my sisters home in Westchester, New York-- I was still harassed. Late at night I would hear footsteps below. I distinctly felt something invisible sweep over me that seemed to know which room I was in. (later I learned it is equipment that can 'find' someone by their DNA)
Another day with only the housekeeper on the premises standing next to me, I made a telephone call downstairs in the kitchen. 'Someone' very loudly picked up an extension upstairs and hung up again. When I searched the upper floors, I found no one.
While driving my mothers car in NY, the battery started without a problem when I first arrived but suddenly went totally dead. I replaced it. When I returned home to California -- the battery in my own car went dead. I replaced it. A few weeks later that battery went dead. I replaced it again and about 3 months later, while travelling in New Mexico the new battery too began to go dead. Battery corrosion - believe it or not is another harassment technique being used on people to engender negativity and to waste money so that little by little their resources are completely drained.
In local Motels, I would inevitably hear drilling coming from the room below,
hang ups would commence continuing throughout the night until the morning, people would knock loudly on the door and then I would see them run away in the peephole.
On one such 2-night escape to the Red Roof Inn only a few blocks from where I live, a man in a red van tried to pull me into his car (though police insisted that the man tried to steal my purse). I called the police and an Officer Pohl finally filed a report. Palm Desert Sheriffs Department #ORO2230009. I saw the same man in the same car a few days later waiting for me in a parking lot at Dennys restaurant on Varner Blvc. I wrote down License plate #5D65901 RED Dodge Truck with Shell, left a message for Officer M. Pohl and faxed it to the precinct but there was no effort to trace the owner of the car. Later I found out that Officer Pohl is one of the many corrupt cops.
I had previously summoned the police on at least 4 different occasions to complain about stalkers, prowlers, etc., but no report was ever written-up. There was always an excuse. If I didn't have the license plate number then the police officer told me I needed to get the license plate number the next time. If I did have the license plate number the police officer said he couldn't arrest anyone just on a license plate number. If I asked them to take fingerprints around my house after a break-in, they couldn't do it because it wouldn't make a difference anyway. I learned quickly not to expect anything from the local police because they work with the so-called 'shadow government' and cover for them -- but I called to report break ins so it was on record.
Since my last entry onto this account, I have been almost pushed off the road an
additional 3 or 4 times, I still continue to hear people in my house. I have seen one tall thin man with black hair leaving in broad daylight and get into a waiting car. I heard a
woman coughing in the crawl space of my house after I sprayed it with pepper spray and have had at least three more illegal entries into my car and house where they have stolen cash and valuables. One day, after coming back from a day in Mexico, I saw mens footprints along with dog prints (my dog had accompanied me to Mexico) throughout the property.
After discussing on the telephone the possibility of producing commercials to expose these criminals, I found a severed Ethernet (Internet) cable that had been ripped out of the socket lying on the floor. This was not only a blatant threat of what was to come if I blew the whistle, it was an outrage that someone was listening on the line.
I then hired Roger Tolces, PI again from www.bugsweeps.com to measure the electro magnetic air waves that I could feel day and night. He measured the microwaves pulsing into my house steadily at 958 megahurtz. However Roger told me later he cannot testify in court as he is afraid of what the government might do to him. He has already had his office broken into and his files ransacked by U.S. law enforcement agents.
In an effort to also put me out of business, my email client list of 8,000 addresses was made virtually useless when I sent out a notice to old customers selling an updated list. Normally my list would bring in a few thousand dollars two times a year. But with the help of 'Magic Lantern' -- the program the government uses to spy, interact with, and usurp email-- very few of those email reached their destination. I also gave permission to an online pharmaceutical company called Secure Medical to use that same email list. They also sent out notices but only about 500 emails got delivered. The salesman I was working with, Mike Larchik's only comment at the time was, "That's the weirdest thing I've ever seen".
Any email or U.S. Mail that I send to other like-minded colleagues is quickly read and sabotaged. Before I understood how widespread the corruption was in the U.S. Government, like a good citizen, I sent letters out to ALL members of the (Democratic) Senate and House, documenting the criminal actions of what I believed was a rogue government agency. I did not receive one response. Senator Byrd's office practically hung up the phone on me. Although the ACLU stands for civil rights they could do nothing. The Attorney General in Indio, CA is an active player in the corruption and practically laughed in my face. Congresswoman Mary Bono's office (Mr. Penrod) knew what was going on but played dumb and said 'it wasn't his problem'. He referred me back to the Attorney General in Indio. Although I am aware that Ron Paul knows a great deal about this, I never received any response from him.
SECOND POLICE REPORT: Dec. 19, 2002 -- Illegal Break in
Palm Desert Sheriff Dept. #ORO2353006:Break-in at night *$600 Cash.*Large phone book *Video Camera*Antique Luggage w/CD?
THIRD POLICE REPORT: Illegal Break in. $100.00 cash taken
FOURTH POLICE REPORT: 3/12/03 #TSR 03071003 Illegal Break in. $50.00 cash
Sunday, May 30th, 2003
Something I ingested in the early morning suddenly began to make me feel very strange and extremely dizzy. I was afraid of passing out. It was not the normal feeling of having eaten something bad. It felt like some chemical because of the intensity and the rapid overwhelming feeling of blacking out -- and I realized something toxic had been put into either the milk or the orange juice. Beginning to panic as I did not want to be unconscious alone in my house, I ran out in my terrycloth robe and called 911on my cell phone. (Note: The 911 call is not on record. The reason is because the call never actually went through to the precinct but was intercepted before it connected -- something that they can do - especially if they are prepared for an incident... which they obviously were). Very shortly, a police car followed by a fire truck drove up. A chubby dark-haired policeman with a moustache got out of the police car and walked into my yard laughing, "Hey, did you call 911? Well we're here. The paramedics are here to fix you up good" He kept laughing as I was struggling to not faint. I realized that whoever these paramedics were -- they were not there to help. I said, "No forget it. I don't need a paramedic. And I no longer need the police either." I staggered past him to my front gate while the policeman walked into my house and then came back out again. I ran across the street to my neighbors house - a very nice couple -- at ___________.
As I did so, I heard him call out behind me while still laughing, "Hey I'm one
of the police officers who came to your house a few months ago! Too bad its curtains for you. Yeah... too bad. I'll even tell you my name so you know who killed you... my name is Rodolpho."
My neighbors opened the door and I blurted out -- "They've poisoned me". The woman gave me her cell phone to use. Suddenly Rodolpho appeared in their yard with his revolver out of the holster and pointed at them!
He said laughing "Now Leslie, I think this woman needs to take her cell phone to work... He cocked his gun at her, "Don't you?"
Both she and her husband were absolutely petrified and could barely speak.
He added, "I'm sure you won't say anything about what happened here... will you? All my neighbor could do was nod "Yes".
I gave the phone back to her and staggered back to my house. Officer Roldolpho apparently assumed I was going to die of poisoning. He just kept laughing and said
"Well, good bye Leslie... sorry things had to end this way." And he drove off.
I went inside my house and forced myself to throw up. I drank a ton of water
and began to feel revived. I went to get my cell phone but apparently Rodolpho stole it when was in my house.
I got dressed to go to Kinkos to use their internet machines in Palm Desert to post the incident on my email but the email never got out. Finally after stalling for about an hour I walked out of Kinkos and about 5 cars started to 'swarm' me
Since the Fall of 2004, they have literally been trying to murder me. I posted this information at the time of each event. This has culminated with a campaign to kill me and try to make it look like an accident. I have run away to India. PLEASE HELP ME.
These are the cars with license plate numbers of those who have literally tried to push me off the road by sideswiping me. Many more cars tried but I couldn't get their license plate #'s.
All California plates:
4JJD727 Black car
2FPK059 Gold older Volvo
3DHG785 White car
1052115 "City of Riverside" written on outside of Grey car
4CL1362 white Honda Accord—stout Hispanic man.
February 7, 2005
A group of about 4 Black Ops agents were waiting in the parking lot of Saks Fifth Avenue in Palm Desert, California and began to surround me as I walked toward my car. I had enough time to run back into the store and call my friends. Luck was with me or I would have been one of those people that 'has disappeared'.
I left the country for Vancouver, Canada and waited for my Visa to India. During that week, the person who I stayed with and myself noticed a man stalking us.
And now... in India... in Dharamsala... they are trying again!!!
phone: 91 9897 444-272
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