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THE START OF THE END OF THE FAMILY HOME & MY INTRODUCTION TO ABE-STEVE-PAUL’S(but just Paul’s stolen I’d) WILD TRUNK RIDE

I believe the instructor from Lower Providence Rod & Gun in Lower Providence Pennsylvania said: “Almost any animal can be shot in the head. Except a bear. Don’t ever shoot a bear in the head. The skull is too thick and it is not effective. The possibility that you will aggravate the animal and become a meal instead of getting a kill is greater.”

To me, it seemed more humane to take the fastest direct shot. A deer can still run after a body shot. That looks like it would be painful. I learned something though, I am not disagreeing with you.

I was spending some time out of the city, away from work, away from everyone, relaxing at my place in the hills outside Parkersburg W.V. in 2002. A snow had just started to fall. I was watching a movie in my modular home making a good effort not to think about the 60 plus hours a week I worked to keep a property like this.

A thwack strikes my window. The sound was like a miniature lighting bolt. I spilled some of the beverage I was holding. Turned around to see a deer with a dusting of snow on it. It was the very deer my neighbor told me of about a year or so earlier. “If you ever see a doe just past spots, take it. I’ll show you what to do with all of it. We are serious about using every part of it.”

I grabbed the 300 Browning from the closet. It was a gift from my female companion at the time and was only fired less than ten times to sight in the scope. Swung open the door, ran uphill through the snow and took aim. Thinking what I just told you earlier, I drew my mark on its head and fired. The animal took a pace or two towards me and stopped. It’s bowels released. It must have been wounded I thought and aimed again. Shot and struck it on the skull. It fell.

After a quick inspection of the kill, I was off to retrieve my neighbor. I was anxious to see what he meant. It was my first large animal and I wanted not any of it to go to waste.

The both of us made it to fallen deer. He approaches the animal and kneels down. Starts to cut the back-strap off. I interrupted him “don’t you start by removing the bowels?” His response was that it was too small and was not worth cutting much off and wasting time. That disappointed me. His attitude was much different than he described towards this event.

With the long loins on a plastic t-bag and the rest of the animal on the lower corner of my 43 acres now coated in snow more than a coating, it was time to depart and bring my neighbor back home.

Since then I stopped eating meat. I don’t even drink milk or wear leather. It all got thrown away. After that moment life has been different. My neighbor did not just tell me about that very deer over dinner in Wooster Ohio for no reason.

“I’m not going to occupy this property for free rent and a hot dinner in exchange to make sure the power goes off and on no more.”

I checked with the local hunting laws, it does not look like I was in the wrong. Cross reference them with the local word of mouth “if you are hungry or have no meat in the freezer, take a deer. There is nothing wrong with that. That is how we live.”

The only other word of mouth from that area that comes to mind is “If it’s three foot over the fence line, it’s trespassing. Shoot it.”

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passern · 3 years

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DECLARATION OF LAWSUIT

Wed. Oct. 19, 2020 10:10am

THE PRESIDENT OF DEFENSE COUNCIL FOR THE STATE OF NEBRASKA IN 2009 TOLD ME THERE IS PLAUSIBLE CASE FOR A LAWSUIT HERE. “GET AN OUT OF STATE ATTORNEY AND SUE THEM. I DON’T WANT TO. I LIVE HERE. YOU WILL WIN.”

AT PRESENT, I HAVE NO WHERE-WITH-ALL TO GATHER THE REST OF THE NEEDED INFORMATION TO ADVANCE.

THERE IS A STUBBORN ENTITY THAT IS A DISCOURAGING NUISANCE. IT IS MAKING THE COMMUNICATIONS OF INTERAREA LIVING IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO COMPILE AND PRESENT ALL THE NEEDED CASE MATERIAL BEFORE THE PROPER MAGISTRATE.

THE FACTS ARE DEFINITIVE. THE DOCUMENTED CONTRACTS ARE FALSIFIED | NOT UNISON AND NOT NEAR THE CONTENT MEANING OF THE ORIGINAL.

IF: “ANY AND ALL ENTRIES BETWEEN MR.PASSERIN AND THE OFFICER—BETWEEN THE MOMENT HE WAS TOLD TO TALK TO THEM BY THE THIRD PARTY AND THE OFFICER AND THE START OF TRIAL—WERE CONSIDERED NULL AND VOID TO PROSECUTE ANYONE BUT HIMSELF”

● THERE WAS NO SLANDER

● NO CHARACTER DEFAMATION

● NO COOPERATING FURTHER WITH THE POLICE IN ANY REGARDS

IF THERE IS ANY INFORMATION OR PROF THEREOF THAT INDICATES OTHERWISE, THEN THE ABOVE TERMS HAVE NOT BEEN MET. THIS NEEDS ADDRESSED. NEBRASKA HAS BEEN CONTACTED. THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT HAS BEEN CONTACTED. MONTGOMERY COUNTY DETECTIVES AND ATTORNEY HAVE NOT, THIS HAS BEEN DIFFICULT TO ADDRESS FOR SOME REASON.

NOT THE NEBRASKA POLICE FORCE, THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT, THE PENNSYLVANIA POLICE FORCE, CALIFORNIA OF ANY OTHER ENTITY SHOULD BE ABLE TO HARRAS OR GIVE MR. PASSERIN GRIEF OVER THIS INCIDENT.

HAVE YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW BEEN AFFECTED BY THE ENCLOSED INFORMATION? ARE YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW ABLE OR WILLING TO PARTICIPATE IN A LAWSUIT?

REGARDS,

JASON PASSERIN

[email protected]

In 1999 I started a landscaping company. I did alright with it. About three years before I learned how to bid jobs and get permits, fuel prices went up and I took three big losses. Standing at a fuel pump at a Hess station, the price was $2.84 and rising strong. It was then that I decided to write termination letters to my customers and close down to narrow down the field of work I offered.

California’s atmosphere was nice at first, though it was a disaster from the start. It is not as friendly as it feels nice to be there. Soon the nice feeling wore off and was replaced with a sort of violent ignorance. The opposite of selflessness was replaced with stubborn possession. The wrong mood. The wrong atmosphere. There is some more in my post script.

Since then I moved here, back to California and then here again. Before my recent arrival here, I had been incarcerated at Pleasant Valley. During all the chaos during 2013 I was pulled over with a loaded pistol while on probation. At that moment I was waiting to find my ex-landlord to return it to. Living off the grid most of the time without something to scare away the animals was not a good idea. I had almost been eaten on more than one account.

In California in 2006, my first job was to clear a plot of land to the land owners request and install a fence. One rainy morning I was packing the truck. I felt something in the wind that told me to bring my rifle or I would be eaten alive. The rifle would have been one more heavy item on top of the materials that I would then have to pack to the site in the rain when I got there, so I left it. Soon after we started on the fence line a guest appeared.

A very large mountain cat, crouched and stalking to pounce about ten yards away helped me make my mind up. If ever I leave the pavement with no other way of warding off animals, I would never leave a firearm behind again.

When I returned to Eureka from Pleasant Valley, I had three years on probation. Most of which I stayed in the city limits so as not to wander off and lose track of time. I was able to stay in a somewhat nice halfway home for a few months with my rent paid by probation. It was not easy to find work, even with my resume. People would look at it and say I would hire you, but I can’t. So I spent the rest of the time homeless and left as soon as I was allowed.

If the court house does not open, I won’t be able to pass a background check. I have a failure to appear that was not cleared up before the Coronavirus closed everything. Not being able to pass a background check, I can’t get a job.

My mother was struggling with her home and I wanted to see if I could help her. I got a loan for her to keep and repair the house, but she turned it down. It would have left enough afterwards to make the payments for a year or two without being out of pocket. It then could have been placed up for sale at full value. She must not have been that bad off.

The entire year of 2012 to 2013 I was being threatened, my mother’s life was being threatened. Seemed like a phone hacker with an impressive PA system and forgist impersonator. Many threats along the lines of “We are going to kill your mother. We have impostered her long enough to have taken most of her finances. She will lose her home. Angel has cut her finger off that had her mom’s ring is on while she lay dead in the mourg and is flaunting it around, call her and see.”

I called her to see. Mom said she would send me the ring in question. That was odd. It was a family heirloom to her. She would not take it off her hand let alone put it in the mail. Right away I thought it was not my mother on the other end of the phone. A ring arrived. It was not the ring from the conversation. It looked like trouble. I threw it away over my shoulder in the cabin I stood in that moment and did not look back. At that moment I figured her for the imposter. The imposter that I and she had been threatened with that year.

Somewhere I heard this ring was stolen. There was a lot of “stolen jewelry” turning up around there. Some of the same jewelry that hung around the neck of my grandmother I used to teeth on as a young person, from my mother’s jewelry box. 24k Italian gold locket, two necklaces, both with my teeth marks still in them. I kept those in my property. When I got to my property to look, they had been replaced with something different.

(Remember .... told me that some “stank hoe” was sizing up your jewelry with ...... and jumped out your bedroom window with some of it. You were not the only one. Later that year I showed up at your place to show you a bunch of jewelry to look through to see if you could identify any of it. I found five pieces of my grandmother’s jewelry from my mom’s collection in it. My favorite pieces. Last seen next to a safe that went missing with $120,000.00 in it. Soon after, I returned the stuff to question all the residents at the same time.)

I am learning to type and am optimistic that the computer may be a field of study for me in the future. That is good considering my health is not always going to be the best.

My life has not been near what I am used to. I was counting the days to get here to clean and remove any and all trace evidence of 2012 to 2013. The most offensive and uninteresting years of my life. I still feel victimized from it. Not ever do I desire to live like that again. People, places and things, my work is laid out before me. Everything I laid on, laid with someone on, and or wore all had to get thrown out. I even ripped up the carpet and scrubbed the walls. If I could have ripped out the drywall just in case, I would have. Then put all of it in a pile and set it on fire.

I have heard rumors out here that when I got arrested in Nebraska the police and some unnamed female of Paul Hume or with P. Hume ID did not follow their word. Looking through my old files I found enough plausible documentation to present a lawsuit towards Kearney & Lincoln County Nebraska.

Before I left California in 07’ my neighbor Kim from Swayback told me: “You are going to get pulled over. Just do as they tell you when they reach out to you and you won’t lose anything. You might not go to jail.”

Entering a construction zone near Kearney Ne., I almost get run off the road by an older sedan going ten miles over the speed limit with something leering from the taillights. Ahead of this were two state troopers. As the sedan approached the construction zone the state troopers noted it was speeding. I saw the one start his car and put it in drive. He did not take his eyes off the car, until it cut me off, depressed the brake, the brake-lights came on and the leer from the taillights reached my rental truck. It was odd at that moment since I was not speeding that they took their focus off them to look at me. The officer would not break eye contact from me from that moment forward.

They pulled me over. Standing in front of Officer Frye 8795 or 8973 I noticed he heard the same thing I heard. He says: “Just do as that female told you. Make something up. I won’t hold you or anyone to it. I will honor what that female is telling you and let you go in five minutes.” The moment he acknowledged the female Paul Hume’s voice, he acknowledged taking part in an orchestrated, organized crime act—Not what I ever wanted for myself in any regards.

The female sounded off a lot. I have never heard anything like that before. So clear and direct. Like a laser beam. I heard her say “Lie, make something up, be creative. They won’t hold you to it. Just keep them talking for ten minutes and they will let you go. I need cover for...” It became a little difficult to hear the rest: “We are sanctioned to... Please ignore... We do this all the time...” I never heard any speech of communication without seeing someone’s lips move.

The officer was not all the way honest about his intentions. However, in my paperwork appeared “Any and all information obtained is null and void at possible fault of yours and becomes useless except against you only if you stop cooperating, run or turn yourself in. You may face a stronger penalty” (I have seen in my hand at one time, four duplicates of this document. None of them are the same in content). I knew how to manage this situation at this moment. Just run up their expenses and man hours, then burn them leaving them an inept non-witness with nothing to use towards anyone but me, as described.

Nothing I said or did between my arrest and start of trial was valid in any court of law. Somewhere that seems not to be so to someone. Perhaps a criminal, a cop or both that can not decide which to make of their involvement, an arrest, a cover up or both. There is a leek of faulted information. There is a third party that was using every bit of my actions as research on something that I don’t want to declare; separation of...names, street names, people, tunnels, bridges, it all is relevant.

In my papers was a close, not accurate version of that paper. None of the copies of that document were exact in wording of content, not even close. It did not contain what my original contained. I highlighted the areas of error and had it notarized. Then sent it to the county attorney in Lincoln Ne., with my informal notice of intent to bring suit. Failure to supply unison copied documentation, failure to follow their own stipulations, and slander. The Head of the Defense Council at the time, my attorney, told me there was a lawsuit here, but to find an out of state attorney he had had to live there. I did not follow through for suing Nebraska for the time served after my exonerated sentence.

There was a lawsuit in the Puget Sound for $19 million against the Fed. I think this one is worth $21-29 MILLION for some reason—similarities. If all the people involved were not so interested in harming each other. I would have already had some progress.

Regards,

JASON PASSERIN

[email protected]

P.S. This is a postscript I sent to Cynthia, my neighbor and one of the first persons I met upon my arrival in Mad River, Ca.

P.S. Do you remember in June of 07’ on a Sunday afternoon? You and Greg pulled up in the Suburban. Woody and I were outside loading the truck. It sounded like a gunshot. Then something like a mountain lion—almost but not—crying in the distance. Almost two full months in August I was forced off the road leaving the rodeo. I woke up part way with Joe over me holding a bottle of Lord Calvert as if he were pouring it down my throat; eyewitness told me similar. One week later a boxer and his three female companions ran off the road in the same spot. I think they hit the lake instead of the tree like Danielle, Kim and I. I started to feel an unnatural closeness to him and someone’s mom that week. Those woods out there can be strange. Take care out there. It is good to know you both. Thanks for the hospitality.

I used to live in Ohio. An at one time friend came to my home when I was not there. Asked me to do something that I should not have. I heard in his voice “bad news” and I ignored it. I lost my house that week. That was in 99’. I don’t think I have seen him much if at all since. Don’t very much want to. Last I considered him my friend. About a year before that I got pulled over with him in the back seat of my car, sounding off to something that I believe attracted the police.

I used to get cut on in my sleep in that house in Ohio. In between 98’-07’ I can’t total the number of people with the same ID that have cut on me. It was bad news. (What do you think they were taking and how did this victimize me) Many of the people, that I haven’t mentioned their name, use the same name inside, even when they don’t say it. He uses that name outside. That’s how he would introduce himself. Stinks to be him. Huh? *Subconscious impressions made with every slice*

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THE OPPOSITE OF AN OBITUARY

To: Lost Coast Outpost, residence of Trinity & Humboldt Co., and Whom it Concerns(July 07, 2020),

All the year of 2012, I am receiving terroristic threats while residing near the border of Humboldt and Trinity Co. My first thoughts were that it was a phone hacker with a voice synthesizer and an impressive P.A. System. This started in June that year.

They would insist:

“Paul and Angel are in France, spending your mother's million dollar insurance policy that they stole.”

“We are tired of your mother. We are going to kill her.”

“We have her abducted. If you say anything like you love her, she will be tortured.”

“We have sent an imposter to where she lives to make sure she loses her home. One of the same that took her annuity from Ambler Savings.”

“If you ever catch someone impostering your mother, you should kill them.”

“Angle is wearing your mother’s, mother’s wedding ring she cut off her hand while she lay dead in the morgue. Call her and see if she will send it to you. If she does, it is not her. It’s the imposter.”

“We are a band of thieves, traveling around the country pulling death certificate fraud and insurance theft. We dirty up our names doing so and then race back here as fast as we can. Ditch our ID’s on someone and get new one’s.”

Earlier that spring when I was last with my mother, she told me someone did impersonate her to clean out one of her saving accounts and could not find an insurance policy that her father left her in charge of, alluding that someone stole it.

She seems different. Now claims no one impostured her and took from her Ambler Savings or stole her million dollar insurance policy. Her further contention is that no one came down out of the attic, took 5 pieces of jewelry out of her jewelry box and money from the safe under the bed that was set aside for her “retirement house” fund. It was given to an extortionist known as the “bat collector.”

I think she is ill. She is missing a lot of money and lost her home as she was fearful of losing.

There is still a thief at large. A group of extortionists still continues to burden my, at one time household, continue to point blame in the direction of myself or others.

I have just about exhausted my resources, health, life and energy looking into this.

As for the terrorists making the threats that concern me the most in regards to Diane J. Passerin, I lost all my effort in researching to locate he/she or they as of March 2013. She may not have been impostured at all. Just subject to fraud, theft and mental defect.

By some method other than what I can find, these people must be made to cease their actions of modern day terrorism.

Opposite Obituary(Celebration of Life)

To Whom It Concerns:

Diane J. Passerin was found alive by Jason M. Passerini on June 3, 2019. At 196 S. Gulph Rd., King of Prussia Pa. 19246, Diane entered the parking lot in a Hyundai, Santa Fe. She still responds to Ms. Passerin. At times contests that her last name is different than Passerin. If addressed by “Diane” she becomes hostile at times. Her condition for her age is fair to less than par. She seems to have been the subject of fraud, theft and mental defect.

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