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Fernando Merino and I lived -- illicitly, unbeknownst to me -- in the manager's apartment under the tennis court.
Before I begin, yesterday was just WILD, and besides completing and sending out this blog post: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2018/07/after-speaking-to-da-ben-davids-office.html, I was also on Facebook "real time" with my Whetstone 1969 High School classmates, and one learned that a guy in my class that everyone else in conversation knew WELL (but I did not remember), had died the night before of an aneurysm -- with no warning.
And a cat, who's been hanging out on my deck more and more the last few weeks, begged me for food, so I gave half a can of tuna -- and no doubt she expects to move in soon.
Then, about 10:15 PM, power went out for two hours, and after waiting half an hour I went to bed. When I awoke and booted up this computer, its battery was FULLY CHARGED. That might sound like NOTHING to you, but for half a year, my battery has slowly declined in its ability to charge, the last month the most it could hold began at 18% and yesterday that was down to 7%. The power outage reminded me I would need to very soon buy a new one.
This happened to me with one of my Puerto Vallarta computers as well, and then it TOO suddenly had a fully functioning battery, so I MUST assume, hackers had been playing with my Power Management -- and then GAVE UP!!!
Then, this morning, Facebook flipped up an eight-year-old "Memory" of my living in Villa Tita (VEE-uh TEE-tuh), eight years ago -- and here is a good look-alike of Fernando -- ALL my many photos of him and a couple of entire blog postings from this very week in 2010 -- I first noticed in 2012 -- had been STRIPPED FROM MY COMPUTER -- and from Google Blogger as well -- by HACKERS, CIA or other!!!
Actually, Fernando rarely let his beard grow at all -- and dressed very nattily in business suits, carried a briefcase, and told me he was in property sales and management. He took a real business-shine to me, and during the time we lived in the apartment under the tennis courts, he told me his Godfather Hector owned the property and had given us permission to live there free.
There was one king bed, and no air-conditioning, so we took a lot of showers, and he was never modest, so walked around naked at times. He was descended from a Spanish Colombian father, and a Black African mother -- looking entirely Spanish -- except for his enormous BLACK dangly. We slept in the bed buck naked, but he wore boxers, and we never had sex, which drove me CRAZY!!!
And then the rains came. ONLY the bathroom, kitchen counters, and bed stayed dry, as the tennis court roof had CRACKED in many places, and we had to suspend a small tarp over the table -- from which I blogged, etc. -- to keep it from getting wet.
It was while we were living here that Fernando got me to sign the contract with him, his Mexican Godfather Hector, and one other, whose position I don't remember:
Fernando: Ruben Fernando Gomez Merino (This was his FAKE Mexican name that it had taken Hector FIVE YEARS to get for him so that NO ONE could ever determine it was fake. I do not know his Colombian given name.)
Hector: Hector Javier Salgado Villanueva
Another, I know nothing about: Fransisco Javier Manzano Gomez
I just checked and the document is not dated, but here it is and I still possess it today:
One day, I was walking around the incredible grounds, and came across her. She was not alarmed -- people never are by me (except criminals), and she invited me in to see her apartment, the LARGEST of them all, and most glorious. She made us tea, which we took in the salon, and had a long conversation.
She was an American Heiress, who normally spent summers in her Renaissance Villa in Florence, Italy, but it was so HOT that summer that she claimed her floors there were 100 degrees -- so she rented Villa Tita COMPLETELY (it severe off-season). The next day, goons came and rudely kicked Fernando and me out -- and THAT was when we moved to Hector's ranch in Nayarit state, where I was actually held HOSTAGE -- more on that soon.
But while living in Villa Tita, Fernando had gotten me to sign that contract to sell $7 Billion USD of Mexican Real Estate to rich people like my Kenan relatives (whom he was aware of), and Celebrities, since I had known so many, still alive including Meryl Streep and Elizabeth Ashley, from when I worked for Tennessee Williams.
After I signed the contract, Fernando told me it was ACTUALLY a contract to work for the CIA for life, and then told the TRUTH about his CIA Cocaine-Trafficking father in Colombia, and that Hector, a world class engineer with 24 homes around the world -- FAMOUS in Puerto Vallarta for having engineered and built the "new road" and famous bridge going to San Sebastian del Oeste:
Hector's bridge over Rio San Sebastian. The narrow canyon seems to be a mile deep, and there is at least one photo looking down (you can see the old winding road) here: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2014/05/yesterdays-adventure-to-san-sebastian.html
And Fernando also claimed that Hector had placed the booby trap in the Chunnel between England and France so that the CIA could COLLAPSE IT the next time they wanted to FAKE a Terrorist attack like Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, etc., had planned "9/11" with the Bin Laden and the Saudi Royal Families.
In fact, the Chunnel was shut down for a few months in 2010 to REMOVE IT, claiming only "repairs". ALSO, PPD Pharmaceuticals in Wilmington, North Carolina was originally built by the Carlyle Group, at that time owned by the Bush, Cheney, Bin Laden, and Saudi Royal Families, and the last two sold out after 9/11 to make things less obvious, but PPD joined my parents, Nixon Aide John Ehrlichman, and Father Robert J. Kus (now at St. Mary's here), in putting together the Christian Drug Mafia of Wilmington!!!
The long thin road leads to Hector's ranch house, the bright-roofed building to the left of it is the barracks for the Drug Mafia who wore vests, carried machine guns, and rode in armored vehicles. That Coca-Cola plant (Kenans own one the BIGGEST blocks of Coke stock), had not yet been built then, and they bottle Ciel water, there. This on the highway from Mezcales to Valle de Banderas.
But I eventually escaped, and poor Fernando got into SO MUCH TROUBLE for letting me escape, that he was forced to take steroids, work out, and became a stripper/prostitute at Wet Dreams gay bar -- until I found him there when I returned in 2012, when he became a HIGH END WHORE (trainer), at Gold's Gym -- just like in Wilmington in 2011, I learned that the gym parking lots are where Wilmington White Men meet to go home for SEX!!!
Gold's Gym's Mr. Wilmington 2012 -- sponsored by the drug-addict, gay owner of Alpha Mortgage!!!
Michael Lopez of Alpha Mortgage got so HIGH sculpting "Ridge-Head Mohawks" that he named his son "Ocean" (and promptly divorced Ocean's mother).
Some other notes about Puerto Vallarta:
1. Taniel Chemsian of Timothy Real Estate Group, https://timothyrealestategroup.com/, is who Fernando Merino and I met with in Timothy's offices to set up a REAL ESTATE co-marketing agreement, although I never heard the final result of that.
Carl Timothy OWNED it.
And THAT is why Jennifer McCracken of apartment 67 in Carolina Apartments in Wilmington, NC knew ALL ABOUT how Puerto Vallarta Writers Group leader Colin Stuart Hamilton was MURDERED by Drug Mafia there -- and the CIA killer led them to the buried body five hours away -- before the CIA forced Mexican Authorities to RELEASE HIM!!!
Colin Hamilton in a Puerto Vallarta play
Jennifer McCracken was a HUGE drug seller in Wilmington, claiming she got all her orders from her mother and the Mormon Church.
Jenny's mother's licence plate in 2015 when I snapped this picture.
And Jennifer's BROTHER (of a different surname), is a TOP DEPUTY on Sheriff Ed McMahon's force -- Jenny claiming to me that he protects the CIA Drug Trafficking here.
"Christine Hitchens" was one of five aliases I found Jennifer McCracken to use: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2015/07/beyond-shock-colin-stuart-hamilton-of.html
Today, Jenny is so OVER-MEDICATED for her diagnosed Bipolar Illness and Borderline Personality Disorder, that she BARELY lives on her own.
Have I mentioned RECENTLY that Wilmington, North Carolina has BECOME "Blue Velvet", filmed partly in Carolina Apartments when I dated Thomas S. Kenan III's former boyfriend Curtis "Robbie" Anderson there in 1985???
Robbie Anderson in 2017, is now associated with the Ministry of Music at St. Paul's Evangelical Lutheran Church at Market and 6th Streets.
And now I will email this posting to the management company of Villa Tita -- and to Timothy Real Estate as well!!!