I am now quite sequestered in my living conditions. Though my building's security system subjects visiting friends to scrutiny, it is still possible for malicious others to invade my living space. Almost all of my former neighbors have moved far away. My family does not care about me. I am alone, except for contact on Skype and Facebook with a few others, including a wonderful woman whom I love who is unfortunately 8,000 miles away. We are both subjected to criminal interference, however. Trying to keep both our households going has greatly increased my credit card debt, rendering any possibility of our eventual union most unlikely.
I have lost faith in everything except myself, my sacred truth, and my beloved Rowena. My life is full of pain that limits all the activities of my daily life. I can walk only a few blocks because of arthritis. Every step hurts. I look for anything on which I can lean or sit. Pain in my spine often interferes with sleep. It's possible that an electromagnetic weapon is used to intensify this inflammatory pain. My government has declared Tramadol a controlled dangerous substance and has limited access to it. It can no longer be prescribed by phone. Marijuana, which might provide some relief, remains illegal in my state and nation.
Future prospects are bleak. If I cannot fulfill the duties of my daily life, cannot take care of myself and my home, this corrupt system will surely impose upon me a life situation restrictive of personal freedom and violative of personal dignity. There is nobody willing and able to help me.
To those who have placed their trust in me over the years, I make this pledge. I will keep going as long as I can. I will preserve, to the best of my ability, the truth I have published on the Web and the testimony provided by others. I invite anyone who might care to assist me in this effort to do so, for the sake of truth and humanity.