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It is Testimony Poetry I am writing while temporarily living in Alexandria, Virginia - near Washington, DC and Arlington, Virginia in the United States. My testimony through Interpol about the hostage crimes against me never went anywhere, so I am still writing poems about the torture, hoping for any cash assistance to leave this region, at least, more than likely the United States.

The powers that be in the government and the police really do not seem to like or appreciate me as they have never once stopped the torture of me that is famous around the world. They have never acted to protect me through the government, police forces, military, Congress, for example.

I would like to have some attractive choices that I have never had in this country, and they should have been offered.


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Testimony Update

For the Fatima My Love and Utopia Writings

© 2011 Patricia McGurk Martin Hearst Himmler

It is Testimony Poetry I am writing in the form of an update for those who wish me well. My testimony through Interpol about the hostage crimes against me never went anywhere, so I am still writing poems about the torture, hoping for any cash assistance to leave this region, at least, more than likely the United States. The powers that be in the government and the police really do not seem to like or appreciate me as they have never once stopped the torture of me that is famous around the world. They have never acted to protect me through the government, police forces, military, Congress, for example.

As I love myself still with my girl's husky voice that is not weak as I was an emperor while little, I look back at the child they called "Little Fateema" and I realize I am the same beautiful person I always was, from then until now - the same ONE PERSON with the Same Views on poverty, racial hatred, homeless children and families, the class system, the untouchable class in India, and My Life Overall. I am the same, never a "soul split", as they refer to torture victims in this country.

The active previous Soul Splitters have no voice at all anymore as torturers, although they seem to have never left my life through the presence of helicopters and unannounced planes (sometimes two at a time at night) overhead every day and night or proximity through previous associations in my intimate life.

The vehicles do remind me that I am someone important, a fact that absolutely everyone involved denies. When I leave with one of the roommates in a car, we are immediately surrounded by what seems to be unmarked police in casual vehicles and SUVS who do not aggress beyond surrounding us, and eventually leave when I get to the metro station - they still never speak.

I am never sure if the neighbors closeby and in the the two cities of Alecandria and Arlington, Virginia here in the United States are on my side or are keeping me in aun announced prison. For what crime? I am the murder and public torture victim who is not a slave and an American citizen few speak to beyond two or three words, consistently for two years now. It feels like I am living in isolation cut off from the world, and enforced by menacing people every day through deception and a feeling of entrapment outside the house, and indoors.

Many jailers have affection for the prisoners, and they do not wish to harm then unless they have to, and I have felt this is the case in the United States for most of my life - although I am highly grateful for the ongoing friendship I have with one woman, who has rarely left my side. Despite clouded rationales or unspoken motivations that exist between us, there is real caring, even love on my part and I think, hers. I truly love this woman who often, really always for years, is the only friend I have in this country.

Another person, a successful middle-aged to older male, seems to want to help within the house I share, and that good will is noted and appreciated, as well.

I would not be faring well at all if I did not have a place to live in free, which is what I enjoy now with the two mentioned people (and another woman who has stated to another that she doesn't want me to stay here, although I am not sure, but said it is "too crowded" with me here, bringing up a homeless shelter to me as an option). I appreciate, nonetheless, a house in which to live even though I have heard the property is disputed through awards made previously.

They have truncated my thoughts through abusive interactions on a conversational basis and I am lucky to still be able to write poems and essays of significance as I have strong concentration through interruptions that are often nearly constant.

In this highly informally known Controlled Environment "containment" that seems to extend through the Washington, DC Northern Virginia and Maryland region, perhaps including Delaware - sometimes the Moderate Torturers are my only friendly encounters as they are the only ones who talk to me, sometimes in metaphor. Still, at least they speak with some concern for my humanity, which as not the case in my previous living arrangement for 2010, as this one is far superior.

The individuals near me seem to exist for the moment as on my side, but I feel this could change at any time as they could be coerced even though they have feelings for me. I am aware that personal risks are taken to help me in any way for any reason in the United States, and those people with any record of helping me probably are under scrutiny themselves.

Nonetheless, it is human rights psychological torture to deceive anyone about their living environment and set them up for unlawful incarceration through deception and hypnosis aggressive crimes, even though committed by others in power, incarceration that is not announced, formal or connected to the innocent person such as me. These are the well-known "hypnosis prisons or jails".

It is easy to become flattened emotionally in such a terror situation and a shell of the person you really are as you hide your reactions from people who appear to be predators with a dual role, and who do not allow you to be forthcoming about your own life.

What I am describing may be the aftermath period of the brutal public assaults during trance hypnosis for years and may be reinforcement for another impending hypnosis crime as the person is often "resuscitated" into a "healthy state" and the crimes are repeated. I have been told that during "soul split internments" that describe the informal jailing through economic disenfranchisement some have faced ongoing torture for years, and I am concerned even worried that not one person has acknowledged the crimes against me.

If anyone reads this, I have no cell phone or house phone, but would appreciate emails sent to patm150@yahoo.com, pmcgurkmartin@yahoo.com, or escritor.fino@gmail.com. I have very little money and would appreciate cash assistance in the form of loans or gifts, as I can accept help even though I am considered informal royalty in the world.

Thank you. Patricia L. McGurk, the American Citizen also known as Patricia McGurk Martin Hearst Himmler, through my other family (and perhaps, friendship) names.





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