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Random tales from a deranged Marine

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Welcome to the colorful world of creative expression from a guy who, as a kid born in 1969, probably ate way too many paint chips. A nostalgic nod to the quirky, strange, and sometimes downright weird things that shaped my generation—because, let's face it, we were raised in a time when you could barely get away with 'being yourself,' let alone letting your imagination run wild. To the younger generation, the joke might be lost (trust me, it was just a different world back then), but if you’re here for raw, unapologetic creativity with a touch of retro humor, you’re in the right place! Get ready for a mix of everything from rants and raves to artsy projects and nostalgic commentary—it's all here for your viewing pleasure!

Janelle Marie

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During the late 1980’s early 1990’s I was groomed by a man I would later on discover was a contractor for a number of government and criminal organisations. I later discovered that even what appeared to be a chance meeting with this man was orchestrated and that everything had been well planned in advance. During the relationship there were a number of incidence that raised red flags although it would be some time before I realised what was actually occurring. I was casually cut off from friends and family and later subject to systematic control methods that was assisted by a number of people. I had been taken to a particular building where along with the trauma I would be drugged, made to endure forced hypnosis and other psychiatric based mind control. I was smuggled in and out of Australia and was subject to a number of domestic and international incidence some of which were truly horrific. After a couple of years and a number of escape attempts I was able to get away however I soon discovered that this situation was tied to a number of influential government officials if not the government itself. I had contacted the NSW police that resulted in evidence not being investigated and at one time I was taken by police back to the perpetrator himself as well as a number of other incidence indicating that I was not going to get justice. I was forced into silence and only now 35 years later have I had a chance to work through what had happened to me and while it is obvious that despite the evidence I will never get justice, I have started a serious journey on healing. . . . this blog is one of those methods.