The Final Chapter (Behind City of Fresno / Alan Autry nightmare)
Jim and I met while I was walking my 2 dogs last year. He only lives 1 block away, where we walked by every day. We said “hello” a few times. One day he asked where my husband was – I told him I was not married. He said he wasn’t either.
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So after making extra stuffed bell peppers one day, I took one to him, trying to be neighborly. No strings attached – no hidden motives, I just thought he might enjoy one. Saw him a few times after that while walking by. We made made small talk on occasion, very casual and as a polite gesture.
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All I knew about him was his first name. We were at best, acquaintances, so when he approached me one day as I walked the dogs by his home and asked about my finances, it took me off guard. He also seemed to know I was at the end of my rope with it all. At first I denied it. But it was clear he knew the truth. How many others knew. Humiliated and ashamed of where I ended up and what he knew, I started crying and rushed home. I wanted to get out of view of my neighbors and hide.
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The next day again, he offered to help me – again I declined. However, within a couple days and with the burden on my mind and his offering to help me, I confessed that I was desperate. I told him while sobbing why I was in this situation as I was left unemployable after everything that had happened as a result of the City of Fresno water scam. Because of family members killed, properties taken, home torn up, drugged by criminals so I would appear as the crazy one, while being robbed ruthlessly, raped and home pillaged. It was like I vomited out my words, but also knowing I would be eternally grateful for his help.
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Until then, I had declined all Jim’s invitations to go into his house. He wanted to show me around. In the past, that was one method that was used to make me appear as a thief. The plan was to ask me into a home or to take care of a home while the owner was away. The operation was to discredit me, while in my innocence I was trying to be nice. Behind my back, after I had done these people a favor, they planted objects in my home as though I had stolen them. Or they would give me things then behind my back claim I stole them! How things got into my home was a numerous amount of ways – then when the time came for the water scam, which would result in my home being torn apart and everything switched with trash or rebuilt to accommodate the new measurements, these people would appear as victims who were entitled to participate. This is a tight-knit secret operation. Outsiders would not know the truth behind the switching, scanned photos or what was being done to my home – only that these people had made themselves appear entitled to pillage and steal in retaliation for what I *allegedly* did to them. All done behind my back so I had no way to defend or protect myself. I was further raped, poisoned and told I would be meeting the others, “In another world.”
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Needless to say, I no longer trust many people or feel comfortable entering anyone’s home. In this case, Jim said if I wanted him to write a check to me, I would have to come in. Then he laughed it was worth it, just to finally get me in his house.
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Ignoring the comment, I prayed that my life was about to turn around for the better. Severed from everyone I knew since birth in order to clear the path for what took place, I wanted desperately to believe this man was my friend, someone I could finally trust and believe in.
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As he handed the check to me I was sobbing, “You are my miracle.”
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He responded, “No, you are my miracle.”
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There was something in the way he said those words that sent chills down my spine. The curl in his smile that told me, don’t take his help but I had reached the end – I wanted desperately to survive.
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Jim told me that his home was paid for, he received monthly Social Security as well as retirement pension. I felt guilty accepting money from an 82-yr-old man who did not even know me, especially as he told me how he used coupons to save money, but I was so very desperate. Believing I would somehow receive the restitution I was entitled so I could repay this man, I took the check trying not to think about consequences or possible motives on his end. Although I did ask about the other name listed on the check – he said it was his sister and not to worry.
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I ate dinner at Jim’s home on one occasion, and I think I entered 2-3 more times when asked. But I made it clear that I preferred to stay at MY house.
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In an attempt to bond, Jim brought up all the things we had in common. Blue eyes, birthdays 1 day apart (which he seemed to already know), never married, no children, last names beginning with the same letter, living on the same street only 1 block apart. He said he attended St. Theresa’s church (every Saturday & Sunday) – what a coincidence my grandmother used to live across the street from there – my siblings and I spent many nights with her. He said he remembered meeting my father at the YMCA decades earlier. What another coincidence that after my other grandmother was widowed, she married a man with the same last name as Jim!
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The first thing 82-yr-old Jim wanted to make clear was that he was my new “boyfriend.” He suggested we go out of town for a couple of days. (No.) He brought flowers, a stuffed animal that said, “Love you.”
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There were more flowers and cards, “With all my love.” “I love you.”
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A couple of days after accepting financial help he began calling me – if I did not answer the phone right away he drove over demanding to know, “What’s going on!?!” He stood outside his home looking down at mine – later telling me he knew when I left and when I returned. I questioned how he saw me when I turned on the hose or pulled weeds since I did not see him – he showed me the window he watched out. He took me for a tour of where he was employed years ago, introducing me as his “girlfriend.” He wanted full control – with me completely dependent upon him. Same technique as others as I was being passed along. The difference is that I was no longer being poisoned – without the chemicals I did not respond in “that way.” He nor anyone else was my “boyfriend.” With my only interest in STAYING ALIVE, I did not argue, I simply said nothing – even obliging the mandatory hug and kiss on the lips each time he left my house.
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First thing he suggested was that I get rid of my 2 dogs, sell my house and belongings so I could move into his back bedroom. Not only have I lived here my entire life, I am also sitting on the evidence the City of Fresno is trying to cover up. Selling everything did not make sense as I still have an upside down mortgage and bills. The trash they replaced my valuables with would not even begin to help me.
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Jim told me he never owned pets – nor does he like them. I could see that he was only tolerating mine. How could he not understand that they were all I had – I loved and needed them.
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It was like he was asking me to abandon them as well as everything I fought so hard to get noticed. My family and the covered up murders to include friends and neighbors, properties rebuilt without permits / inspections, altered property lines, sewer/water lines replaced / relocated, and all the rest – simply walk away to step into another situation that in the end, would ultimately leave me homeless? Leave this so Jim could set me up in his home, one block away from where I was – just drop everything I worked so hard for? I would be better off dead, which is exactly where I was when he stepped into the picture to help me. I needed help to remain in my home while continuing my battle.
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He then suggested I marry him – that way after he died I would own his home, car, everything in his house while collecting his monthly Social Security (or retirement, can’t remember.) He said he had lots of money – it would all be mine. And with my new last name, no one would ever find me. Regardless that I declined his offer, he said he talked to his Priest regarding the rules for a Catholic (him) marrying a Christian – everything was a “go.” For me, even if it meant the end of being funded, I was NOT going that route. So I asked why he continued to help me. He responded, “Because I love you – don’t you love me?” (Odd since he repeatedly told me me that “love” was nothing more than a “state of mind.”) At this point I offered to change the beneficiary on my life insurance – it was not much but would more than repay him for his generosity. He repeatedly refused.
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He told me to start selling everything – more than once focusing on my china cabinet/contents, which he estimated would bring in $20-30,000. To begin with, the original antique cabinet was switched/rebuilt – secondly the contents are to be divided among my siblings; not mine to sell. He demanded they did not want any of it, even verifying they would never have anything to do with me again. How did he know. And quite frankly to this day I am still wondering, other than horrific behavior while being administered unknown chemicals, WHAT DID MY SIBLINGS FIND ME GUILTY OF?!? Why the secrecy? (In reality, I have already proven how we were all used, set up / pitted against one another by the people at the core of the water scam. That is how the mob behind the water scam slithered in and took control. My siblings and nephews do not realize who/what their “friends” are – as long as ties remain severed they will never know the truth, including how they stepped into the “rotation system.”)
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Then he wanted me to have the rest of my belongings returned from the local moving/storage company. Over and over I explained that my belongings had been switched / altered while in storage during Round 2 of my home being torn apart; rooms left smaller AGAIN! Photos on my hard drive altered to match the new alterations – to bring back the remaining items would be foolish. It is solid evidence of what these people are doing and how far they are going to cover it up!
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Click: Local Moving / Storage Company
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Jim began funding me in the summer, which is when he began coming over every day. From 12:00-7:00 p.m., 6 days per week, at least for the first 2 weeks when I told him it was too much. Against protest, visiting was changed from 4:00-6:30 p.m., 6 days per week. Putting jigsaw puzzles together. Home-cooked dinner on Sundays.
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With my central heat/air until torn out/replaced with trash, the house reaches temperatures in excess of 100 degrees. In the winter, the gas portion works but heats the house so fast, I turn it off and use a portable electric unit.
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Jim could not tolerate such heat so he bought a new portable, energy-saving air conditioning unit for me – $650+/-. It was turned on right before he arrived. In an attempt to save every penny I could, it was turned off after he left as I either went back to sweltering or into the back bedroom using the small window unit. Without seeing my utility bill, Jim suggested I contact PG&E for a discount due to being unemployed. (Same as Swieso suggested while Rolf was alive, behind my back electric lines cross-connected across the street.
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Click: How My Utility Bill Was Miraculously Cut By 2/3!)
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Since that would require providing proof of no income or financing (I can’t remember) I did not pursue the issue – I just cut back even more than I did prior to this new arrangement. What a shock to receive a PG&E bill for nearly $350+/- in ONE MONTH!
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Click: More Utility Theft?
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The gas portion made no sense either – only a hot water tank was being used. Located in the basement, I could hear it through the floor – turning on and off throughout the day, even when not being used. The unit had been switched during the nightmare involving neighbors on the north side of me.
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Click: House Next Door.
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I began turning down the temperature control on the hot water tank – it mysteriously turned itself UP! I then began shutting it OFF! Only turning it on when I could no longer bear it – then back off. (This remains another ongoing problem, because I am refused help and out of money.)
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In earlier blogs I exposed the utility theft across the street – then I exposed the altered PG&E statements. (With the click of a button, as simple as altering city records, parcel maps and aerial views.) That is when my utility statements were altered again – back to what they were originally, one even put on my refrigerator with a magnet, making sure I saw it. I believe there is current utility theft taking place to match the rates during earlier utility theft, as though this is “normal.” (Coincidence? Not only did I see who was behind the initial altering / re-connecting of utility lines which the City called me a “liar” about, informed that neighbor [behind water scam] employed by PG&E!)
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Once the weather began cooling down, the new air conditioner mysteriously broke. Still under warranty, it was returned to the store, Jim was reimbursed. In short, Jim was kept cool during his visits, as my electric bill skyrocketed for reasons that made no sense.
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Out of the clear blue sky, my computer began breaking down, which made no sense either. Had it been switched like several others were in the past? Jim insisted on buying another one for me. He said he would buy me whatever I needed or asked for, even making suggestions. Like he wanted me to view him as my “Sugar Daddy?” Out of desperation I accepted the computer, selecting the least expensive laptop – declining all other offers.
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I began to wonder where all the money was coming from. No longer talking or acting frugal, was he being funded – then turning around and giving it to me? If so, why.
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Jim said he lived in the same house since 1969. He wanted me to see his photo albums so one day he brought them to my house. He showed me photos of his family as well as his home. I immediately saw the scanned/altered portions. Such as the house next door to Jim’s, which was completely torn apart/rebuilt while I was employed by Swieso. I personally saw the reconstruction when driving to and from work every day and thought to myself how nice it looked afterwards. So how could it appear that way in old photos? 1969 might seem like a long time to most people – so imagine someone like me, who has lived here even longer. I grew up here, I walked down this street everyday on my way to school, I had friends who lived across the street from Jim’s house. I am more than just a little familiar with the area and what has been done. But I knew better than to say anything – not if I wanted to continue staying alive, which I needed his help to do.
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Before Jim’s arrival each day, I took the dogs for a walk. On my own block, a home with so-called “plumbing problems” – being taken care of by Swieso’s people (same as house next door to me.) Down the street the mow strip was torn up – the sidewalk was replaced (not by the City) during plumbing repairs. The occupants had the audacity to deny all of this?!? Then Jim told me about his own kitchen plumbing problems – he ended up with a new set up. Then came his bathroom plumbing problems. I blatantly asked him if the water lines were being replaced – of course he said no. Then his fence fell over. It could have easily been put back up – yet it became an insurance claim.
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He said the same thing happened to his neighbor across the street – a woman who ended up with a new vehicle. Again I asked about water lines being replaced because the pattern sounded all too familiar behind the water scam, including the rewards / money / new vehicles for participants. Since he repeatedly told me this neighbor, a divorced woman of 2 had no money – how could she afford a new vehicle? Which HE accompanied her to pick up! I stopped asking – it seemed that his daily visits were designed to keep me from seeing what was taking place. Or so it may have appeared.
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Jim’s other neighbors were also ending up with new vehicles – just as my neighbors were. When I mentioned it, he said nothing. I can now say with 100% indisputable evidence that Jim’s neighbors intertwine with my neighbors – the very neighbors I have been exposing behind the water scam all along. Linked to the atrocities done to my family – as well as lying / covering up the truth about the unsolved murder 2 doors west of our properties when this took place there. And several other deaths behind this operation.
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Jim claimed that his deceased mother’s wedding ring he wore fell off, so he had to keep it in his pocket. That is where I kept my $5,000 diamond ring. The diamond appears to have been switched (not verified yet.) Belongings throughout my home were being stolen / switched / altered again – even in the garage / apt. Jim did not say much until after my next-door-neighbors moved out – then he carried on that THEY were the thieves and that all my other neighbors were good and honest. Really? The people who participated, lied and were covering up the City water scam, denying all that took place here?
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Click: My Home – The Aftermath
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Naturally, that included the original 1942, never walked on hardwood flooring, beneath the wall-to-wall carpet that was switched with trash. So nasty it was taken out. Replaced with 3′ x 5′ rubber backed mats throughout (very tacky.) Two weeks ago I found a beautiful 7′ x 11′ area rug for only $15, which I put in the dining room. I was so happy. Upon showing it to Jim he immediately responded, “That will fit in my back room.”
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There were days I did not feel well. I could have sworn being incapacitated again. alleged catheter or sexual assaults. Jim used to talk about his earlier sexual conquests – implying what he wanted to do to me. Sometimes I got the impression he had been watching me as others claimed to have done earlier, with hidden cameras. I kept telling myself he would not do anything like that. At this point I put nothing past this man.
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It had been many years since I celebrated Thanksgiving or Christmas. Without family, it was just another day to me. Jim said he had not celebrated either – he wanted me to cook Thanksgiving dinner. Jim prepared Christmas dinner and brought it over. More flowers. Cards. He even brought his deceased mother’s “Mamma & Pappa” and Noel Christmas decorations to make things more festive.
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(“Jimmy Ray” is his nick name from childhood. Last name begins with “K.”)
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It was just last week when Jim assured me I had nothing to worry about – as long as he was alive, he would continue to fund me. I asked him how he could possibly continue to do this. He said, “It’s only money. I can’t take it with me.”
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One of my neighbors told me he mentioned to her that we were becoming much closer and that I was “quite a gal.” She even referred to him as my “boyfriend” when she stopped at my house on Christmas to drop off a jigsaw puzzle. Other neighbors (behind water scam) said they *knew* he was my “boyfriend.”
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So needless to say, what a shock – I was completely caught off-guard when last Friday (January 20), Jim told me there would be no further financing.
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Not only had I lost even more, the alterations in the area were complete so it was no longer necessary to keep me sidetracked or cut back from walking the dogs once instead of twice per day, in front of homes being altered behind the water scam.
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Same technique as Wilbert Swieso pulled on me – after severing all ties, making himself appear to be my only friend (who I became completely dependent upon), told it was over – there would be no more “help” (ongoing repairs to what his group was behind.) Left alone, scared, helpless – not realizing what he had been done until it was too late. It just happened again. Although this time I almost expected it because clearly, there was an agenda behind the funding.
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I am now right back where I was when this man stepped in – at the end of the road, no way to survive this.
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I suppose I was still in shock when, instead of severing ties with this man, I told him I would have to cut back on the daily visits – I needed to focus on getting help so instead of 6 days per week it would have to be cut back to 2 days. Instead of being disappointed, he was in great spirits and merely responded, “Whatever you want, that’s fine with me.” Up until then he always asked to come over earlier – even wanting to come over before attending 4:30 p.m. mass on Saturdays, where he claimed the Lord led him to “help” me. (Saturdays was the 1 day he did not come over.)
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This man scares me. Yes, believe it or not, I am scared of this 82-yr-old self-professed man of God. Today I asked a neighbor to return all the puzzles and request that Jim stay away from me. Then it occurred to me – this man was bringing me things from his home. As gifts. An eyeglass case (exactly like the one he used), keychain, special gold-trimmed coffee mug from the company he orders specialty items from, a hand-crocheted hanger (by his deceased mother), cataract-surgery sunglasses, things that could not have come from anyone else – things he could easily say I stole. Especially if I am no longer here to defend myself. Is that why he laughed while writing that first check, it was worth it to finally get me in his house? In the process of making himself appear as another self-proclaimed victim while “helping” me? Making me look so bad no one looks at THEM or what they are doing behind closed doors. I do not trust this man. I went back and asked my neighbor to return these things to him as well.
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Throughout all of this I never said much; things did not make sense. I just continued my attempts to seek help, restitution in order to survive. Jim simply smirked, it would never happen. I said I had indisputable evidence. At the same time he told me his nephew was an attorney he responded, “So what, you need an attorney and can’t afford it.” Nice friend, eh?
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From all outside appearances, this man could not have looked more legitimate and caring. (Exactly as all the others did.) During one of our last conversations he told me his home is co-owned by his sister and that after he dies she and her family/children will inherit all. Add it up. Everything was a lie, a set-up.
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Against all odds I survived more than most people could imagine possible – only to be met with the City of Fresno / Alan Autry calling me a “liar” – altering records and committing perjury to deny all.
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One nightmare after another – I lost everything and everyone, with plans and attempts of leaving me dead as well – the evidence and trail speaks for itself. Again scared, alone, called a “liar” by the very people/agency behind this. Refused help or restitution, making it impossible for me to survive. Should something happen to me, I am leaving this information behind so others who are alone and fighting this may find it useful. With all my documentation it won’t be hard to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, if you can get beyond those involved – specifically the City of Fresno and their participants, who are ruthless in annihilating, covering up and preventing the truth from being exposed.
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