This is from a perp that I had fallen in love with before I knew what he was.....he also fell in love with me too and as a woman I could tell. even though he was "not supposed to", he defended me "against orders" and gave me "hints" that I was not supposed to be privy to. That had been my plan from the beginning, was to lure him in to get information from him because I could tell "he was sent to me" and so I played dumb.....I might add, "very well". I did not expect to end up having feelings for him but I did and I could tell that he "did not want to have them for me but he did" . We had parted ways years ago but he still sends me these odd riddles and rhymes, catch phrases and poems. Myself, I suspect that they are "Trigger phrases", possibly for mind control, thats a guess but a good one in my opinion. He is a lawyer, with two degrees. One in Law and one in the Linguistic Language Arts. He knows many different languages. From what I have read during my research into mind control, many handlers are often sought out for their diverse language skills. This is just a synopsis of what my suspicions are. During our on and off relationship years ago, he disclosed to me that he belongs to an international "Con-ring" but it was not "just" a con ring from the phone conversations that I had listened in on, but also involved the original, true mafioso'. His hands were into "everything". From what I gathered, all different types of organizations work hand in hand with each other. Rubbing each others backs. Makes sense to do so, because your tentacles can span in every nook and crevice on earth as long as you all work together...as long as you are all "Corrupt and Crooked" in the same bed, all the better. (To be Continued...tired) but here is one of his recent emails....a poem;
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Sent: Sunday, August 21, 2011 1:15 PM
Subject: Nightmare of Family Reunion.
Had another reunion dream. Picked u up at your hotel. There were a lot of Mexicans staying there. You gave one your cell phone to fix. He gave it back to you fixed I guess. Ireland went running down a pier. I made that sound to her with my lips like she does. She made it back and you blamed her. We walked to the reunion down the pier. You slipped on a board fell and hurt your chin. I asked if you were ok. I said you really shouldn't let strangers work on your phone. You got pissed off started walking ahead of me. We got to the reunion. I got stuck in the buffet line. Someone I knew was across from me drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer. I asked him did he know how much Pabst sold for in Paris. He walked ahead and I never got to tell him the answer. When I got through the line I saw the panorama of a beautifully manicured lawn with tents and booths and games. Directly in front of me there was a bar. Several beautiful girls in summer dresses were sitting there. I looked for you. I couldn't see you. I wanted to sit at the bar but I was afraid you would get angry thinking I wanted to sit next to the girls. All I wanted was a drink.
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
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Remembering "Una salus victus, nullam sperare salutam or 'The only salvation for the defeated is to hope for no salvation'.




