I just need to put something online before I literally disappear, molecularly, or just by foul play. I live at 3236 Garfield Ave. Unit 003, Minneapolis, MN, 55408. I lease the studio apartment from my mother and stepfather, Mary Ellen Nielsen and Laurits Nielsen. It is an H.O.A apartment building, thus each unit is owned. In my case, I have a lease with my parents who bought the unit and pay the mortgage. That is signed by us all. I moved in on July 10, 2019. I acquired my cat, Pharaoh, from Petsmart, in Richfield, 25 months ago. He came through Happy Tails Rescue, in Houston, TX. I live on SSDI, and I have worked at Cub Foods, in Uptown, during my stay here. I worked for about 2.5 months about 7 months ago. Emily Walsh, the general hiring manager for Cub interviewed me extensively for the position, can vouch that I was hired. I was given a full background check. It was completely clean. Herman Lake is the General Manager at that store. My direct manager was Vanessa. I cashiered only. I missed 2 days for illness and was never late, ever, even from breaks. My union card is still in my wallet. I did contact them at the end when I got sick. I had to quit, abruptly, due to physical illness, and due to exacerbated disability from work (migraines and back pain). I was treated for the at St. Louis Park, Park Nicollet Clinic Urgent Care. The doctor who examined and prescribed a very strong antibiotic was Dr. Daniel A. Keeley. That was on 3/28/22. Evidence on my cases, literally, and technologically, is now going missing, but I have much physical evidence here in my apartment. People need to stay out of here. I give no permission for entry here. My lock has just been rekeyed. I am dealing with the most severe case of torture from all community in history. My danger is real, but because of the mystical work, sorcery, I do it can seem unreal if you do not view it or see it directly with your own eyes and ears. Vibrations here are very strong, and the telepathy research I have done is very important to society. Good exists in me. Evil exists all around me. I document as I go, but lies and deceit will paralyze all community around me soon. I never lie. It is very stupid. It promotes loss of memory, confusion in cognition, promotes physical disease, and can leave one paralyzed in the end, in economy and in the mystical that is evolving in all society of the world today. I just wish to document that my H.O.A. experience has not been a dream, but this is my home for now. I am just defending my right to be in the world, actually. I have had report crimes four times here at my H.O.A. Three were offenses against H.O.A. members, two misdemeanors, and one felony. The other is a federal felony that I reported, by phone to the FBI. I did let Senator Rand Paul, by message, and by direct phone conversation with staffer, know about the report and the photographic evidence I have on my case. It disappeared, but through fastidious computer techie knowledge on my part, I was able to bring back 25% of the military programmed panoramically shot and viewable from all angles, photographs. I have written to the U.N., the Pakistani Emabssy in NYC, and to the Cuban Embassy in Canada, on my own behalf just yesterday. It is tricky when the world gets sickly. Connecting the dots is my forte and my mind is like a steel trap. Wolves love me. So just to say, things at the H.O.A. are getting stranger every day. It is a constant battle between absolute silence from them and then their really loud and violent banging. Overheard conversations by me, directly in my window while they could actually see me, have been very degradational towards me, and some violent. Maybe Chris, my former next-door neighbor could actually step up and vouch for me. Not too long after I moved in, he abruptly came and cleared his stuff out and moved out. He had a male friend help him. People come and go a bit, but it stays pretty constant here. I know the faces and names. The only people I know the full apartment layout of, couple arrangement of, and dog name of is the apartment 2 stories up, Unit 203. It is a one bedroom. They are a young, fairly attractive, married couple, Jennifer and Chris, with a spunky and well-trained mix dog named Miley. I was in their apartment once to pick up an outdoor key when the locks were changed on the doors. We spoke briefly and cordially for a few minutes, and I went on my way. Miley was very happy to see me that day and brought me a toy to play. Things have seemed rocky for them of late, but I hope they can make it as a couple. Chris did tell me that they had a car totaling accident just, recently. They have a brand-new car, thus I assume they were very responsibly paying their insurance and doing smart financing, in combination. Jennifer is the secretary of the H.O.A. I have had friendly conversations with both of them, together and separately on many occasions. I have also run into Chris at the intersection of Lyndale and 31st Street twice. Once he and I both had on University of MN paraphernalia. The other time he was jogging across the street. I have never reported any complaints to police or to anyone else about them. I did attend an H.O.A. Happy Hour in the Pagan Garden and Jennifer and Chris were in attendance with Miley. I drank Diet Mountain Dew. Jennifer drank nothing. Chris sipped on one beer. Seng sipped on one beer. Alex, from next door, drank nothing. Boa drank nothing. Alex and Alexa drank alcoholic drinks with hard liquor, that were small in like little Kerr jars with juice, and some green leafy, maybe mint, plant in it. That couple can be great deceit and did go to a NE loop Japanese Restaurant that night. Alexa does have a real estate business card up on a communal bulletin board by the mailboxes. I know not whether she is licensed or not. My grandfather and I sold cabins up in The North Woods when I was a small child. It was a bit creepy. I know that there is an extensive background check to get a license, and I was told that again recently by someone attaining one. The conversation was balanced, and it flowed nicely. Chris spoke the most and then Alex and Alexa. I was the next most tied with Seng from Thailand. He spoke of his world travels, of late, for business, to Columbia and Japan. I brought rice crispy treats that I made to share, and people were very complimentary to my face about them. They ate all of the squares that they had. Chris, Alex, and Alexa were the willing parties for that project. I am tired of being hated, both to my face and behind the scenes, when I am so very respectful and polite to every being on the planet. That is all. Sincerely, Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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