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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Dearest Saana & Jordan...Love Mommy

Eid Mubarak My Dear Little Munchkins!
Love Mommy






Meooow! I'm the cutest thing on the web.


This cutie pie looks like quite the privileged kitty. He's so cute! Happy Holidays to everyone & a grand New Year!!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Giving Thanks to God Part XVI

I am greatful for my introduction to The Islamic School Of Seattle. What an amazing structure it is. The building is awesome like no other in the Seattle area, possibly Washington state. The building had been previously utilized as a Jewish School and now the baton has been passed on to the Founders of The Islamic School of Seattle.

The school caters to different age groups up to highschool aged children according to Montessori principals providing a diverse atmosphere coupled with both Eastern and Western value systems. This environment allows for easy adaptability to those Arab speaking parents and there children or those parents wishing to place their children in a bi-lingual setting.

The teacher student ratio offers education with a personal touch.

This philosophy is one of the only in existence in the Pacific Northwest.

MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part XV

I am at a loss for words for my friends and associates who practice Buddhism. I have been priveleged to interact, socialize, work, and hold intimate family associations with African American, Indian, and Asian American Buddhists. They have been an awesome and wise support system to which I cannot be ever more greatful.

Giving Thanks to God Part XIV

What a blessing for the extremely close friendships I have maintained oddly enough through all my ups and downs with awesome intellectuals from West Africa. They have taught me so much my appreciation is completely indescribeable. They're culture is just amazing. Thanks. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part XIII

The individuals I have had the privelege of acqaintance with from the region of Pakistan I offer my true appreciation to. I am oh so grateful to have shared in the experiences with those individuals. The richness in their culture, the basics of family life and lifestyle, they are true leaders in industry and extremely hard workers of diverse ancestry. With such lineage they hold the capacity to embrace all cultures, races and individuals without bias or prejudice. I am sincerely grateful. Thanks. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part XII

The African American Muslims I have had the privelege of associating, working, socializing, and sharing intimate family relationships with I cannot begin to describe in a few words. The strength, protection, guidance, and love shared has not only offered support but instilled knowledge far beyond anything documented in the history books. I love them for this enlightenment. Thank you. Through both thick and thin, always and forever. It has been a true privelege. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part XI

The West Indian Muslims I have had the pleasure and privelege of working with are inspiring, amazingly focused and extremely hard workers. I admire the rich culture you so selflessly are willing to share at the drop of a dime. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part X

The Palestinians I have had the pleasures of associating with were just plain awesome. Very welcoming and sophisticated. Highy intellectual interaction never to be taken lighty or forgotten. Thanks for this privelege. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part IX

The North Eastern bi-religous lineage Africans I have had the pleasures of working with and associating with socially and religiously, I cannot begin to express my appreciation in a few pages of simple words to convey my gratification. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part VIII

The Arabs from Saudi Arabia, Yemen, (Somalia), United Arab Emirates and so on I have been extremely privelege to have associated and form close family like relationships with.
The wisdom learnt from these friends are just indescribeable. I pleasure myself on the wonderful experiences interacting with those individuals. Again, I have been taught granduer lessons gaining awesome knowledge. I love them for this. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part VII

The Bridgeport Masjid is located in the beautiful and wealthiest areas in Tacoma WA.
My experience with praying there was just wonderful and I will never forget those experiences.
I have been truly priveleged. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part VI

The Southern Masjids are really quite fascinating and I have never been embraced with such hospitality. The Egyptian Muslims are just grand and I feel I have learned infinate amounts of insatiable wisdom. Thanks.

MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part V

The Hindustanis from the Islands I have been priveleged to learn much from over the years are just amazingly awesome. Their culture is rich and their posture in embracing other cultures are just beautiful. I have really enjoyed everything I've learned from them. They are true Royalty.
MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part IV

The Russian Muslims I have become acqainted with have been loving, friendly, family oriented, strong in their spirituality and hard devoted workers. Extreme intellectuals.
I appreciate the privelege of those associations. MashAllah

Giving Thanks to God Part III

The Indian Muslims I have become acqainted with are indescribeably awesome.
Embracing their Christian, Islamic, and Hindu lineages, I have been priveleged to have learned much from those experiences.

Giving Thanks Part II

I cannot wait to make Hajj. Words cannot describe where my imagination has explored in teh embrace I would feel on such an expedition.

MashAllah

Thanks to God for my blessings!

I thanks God for the friends and friendships I have formed with those of the Jewish religion. I have a special place in my life for those wonderful experiences and have studied Jewish practices in depth for years now. Allah has truly blessed me with those extravagant priveleges.

Love,

Asiyah

Giving Thanks for no reason at all...

Muslim Housing Services,

This is an awesome organization. They are one of the only housing services accommodating low income families in transition including Muslims and immigrants new to America.

In spite of the awful and fraudulent CPS referrel submitted to the Department of WA by their employee Roble Abdinoor which has caused severe damage to my family, I have an awesome amount of respect for any organization which upholds the same values as I in their sole purpose of philanthropy.

Update:

Roble Abdinoor submitted a fraudulent CPS referrel to CPS utilizing his title as a 'case manager' to intentionally cause problems within my family.

He initially invited me to the office because I am a grantwriter.
Not only was the contract breeched, but he has made a complete fool out of Muslim Housing Services in the process posing as a competent and cultured person with the capacity to handle families.

This is unfortunate and maybe was a funny game, however because I had to uproot myself and my children out of the home while focusing on my work as a writer, our entire schedule was thrown out of wack and we had to rush downtown Seattle to make it to a court hearing due to his spiteful CPS report.

At the hearing the Judge says the children shall be placed with mother in home until further notice and I

requested a continuance to provide evidence that his report or "FACTS" which allowed the initiation of a petition to take place was indeed FRAUDULENT. I was actually quite shocked and figured this was a joke the report was neatly submitted as a 4 PAGE REFERREL.

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My children and I were so exhausted after traveling in the cold weather to downtown Seattle that we missed the court hearing I REQUESTED to provide evidence of his fraud.
The SWers were sent over with Police as witnesses to take the kids "temporarily".

However, then Roble like clockwork to cause more tragedy puts a bogus eviction notice on the door based on more fraud. Nothing was ever mentioned about the initial interest in me performing grantwriting for their organization.

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Now instead of working I have had trash and garbage inflicted upon my life all because Mr. Abdinoor felt like he should have woken up one day, typed a narrative of detriment then execute his plot toward my children.

You should have seen the tears in my daughters eyes when they took her away.

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Now the suprisingly inconclusive report was issued on the case, but their trying to push other issues to insure the children may never return to me.

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Then Mr. Abdinoor showed up one night with his high beaming headlights into my kitchen window with a lady in the passenger seat.

He bangs on the door as if he were coming to bust it in and says SHOULDN'T YOU BE GONE BY NOW. I didn't open the door for him, so I spoke to him through the window and reported him to the police.

He then walked over to his SUV and began laughing outrageously with what appeared to be a wife in the passenger seat. By acting this way, this projects a bad reputation on Somalians. However, I have many Somalian friends and they are just wonderful.

So I take it the intention was this:

I intimidated Mr. Abdinoor with my intelligence during our meeting
He became spiteful after I asked him what level of education he has
because he kept asking me questions about marriage
nothing to do with work.
He kept bothering me about my children's father and I continuously asked
him to discuss more productive issues like work.
He became jealous after he brought us to the townhome one day with nothing in it,
then returned and there were beautifully decorated rooms with a portion of the home
I had converted into a SCHOOL teaching my children
I told him I would be soon instructing college courses and he laughed in my face.
I felt he was lost a little and trying to show off an ego of some sort, however it has caused extreme danger to my children. It is really no laughing matter.
Qur'aanic arabic (transliteration)
Arabic alphabets
My 2 year old was learning to sing the 114 verses of the Qur'aan

He stole my cellular phone which had songs by my children and I singing together on it.

He then formed the evil eye and began to conjure up this entire dreadful scenario of what he submitted.

He is outrageous.

Now my children may never see me again because of his intent to cause destruction.

I forgive this for the sake of Allah, however he needs to be responsible and give credit where credit is due or just do not represent any human being at all.

The bad part about this is I don't want credit for my accomplishments but he has caused me to drag them out by defending myself.

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MUSLIM HOUSING SERVICES though, seems like a great organization and I pray they continue good service by all means available for them.


Actually i would not mind contracting with them.
I have lots to offer this organization.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

There is true joy in sparking creativity in others.

I have been flourished with rainbows of blessings this morning to find...
that throughout expressing my endeavors, creativity has ignited the fires
of inspiration in others.

I for some reason or another have been inspired countlessly by others,
including experiences good and bad in my own life course.

May God/Allah continue to bestow this life cycle of joy, sharing, and reciprocal
motivations for further mornings and beyond.

I pray however, that the creativity is utilized for good and not evil.
Every little bit counts.


Mash'Allah.

:)

Thursday, December 7, 2006

HFS USA to Adopt PEPFAR Project 2007

Healthcare Facilitation Services to Adopt PEPFAR Project 2007
First of Many Federal Government Projects
"I ask the Congress to commit $15 billion over the next five years, to turn the tide against AIDS in the most afflicted nations of Africa and the Caribbean" - President Bush.
______________________________________________________
Research Projects to begin 2007

Healthcare Facilitation Services & HIV, AIDS

The Fight Against HIV
Human Immunodeficiency Virus
Research Services in progress by
Healthcare Facilitation Services USA
& Asiyah Ali (R. Guillory) ND
Naturopathic Physician
Research & Topics of Interest
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  • 95% Cost efficiency / 1000x population intervention
  • Foundation Healthcare
  • Nutrition

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Tavis Smiley Show

Thanks for reviewing the issue of concern.
Your time is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely,


Rachel

KBTV4

Thanks for the review.
Your time is greatly appreciated.


Sincerely,


Rachel

Mayor of Seattle Greg Nickels, 2007-2008 Budget Proposal

Grants incorporations Proposal
For Reference of City Financial Department
Phase I.
Project will fund 250 New Police Positions
$600,000.00: 6 Officers = $100,000.00 per officer per year
IIC Charitable Trust and Eggheads Youth Coalition Charitable Trust
$25,000,000 2007-2012
Phase II.
50 Housing Units via Odyssey Homes Development with
contracted Developer
Competition: $1,000,000 2007-2008
Phase III.
Library Systems: Upgrade in Hours
Employee Payroll Addressed
$1,000,000 2007-2008
Phase IV.
Seattle Center Maintenance Allowance
along with other city facilities including
recycling
$1,000,000 2007-2008
Phase V.
County Judicial Systems Budget
reconciliation allowance
$5,000,000 2007-2008
Phase VI.
Animal Shelter Extended Hours
allowance
$5,000,000 2007-2008
Phase VII.
Domestic Violence Victimes
Advocates , expansion to access
$500,000 2007-2008
Phase VIII.
Firefighters 4 Person Crew Allowance
$5,000,000 2007-2008

To Julian. My sweet 7 year old...

... CARNIVAL ...
___________________
rich in colour
vibrant and svelte
varieties in faces
climactic madness is what's felt
introducing the celebrations of the carnival life
never to be mistaken, the aroma's breeze in the air
of sophistication, and nothin less of debonair
drum...drum...drum
drum...drum...drum
captivating are the celebrations of the carnival life
tidy up your energy, and prepare to be amazed
no worries, exuberant thoughts
no fears, brave little hearts
are coming, with all happiness to share
no tears, very rare
the kiddies, the kiddies
they masquerade through the streets
pitter...patter...pitter...patter
they are disguised in a colorful collage
sunshine and rainbow are the mirage
drum...drum...drum
drum...drum...drum
splendor is the celebration of the carnival life
oh, how i wish i could touch
i wish i could see
i wish i were there
how thrilled would i be?
the feel of the lime silk dress
with gold sequin clinching the trim
the costume would suit me quite well
right against my skin
as i'm swinging
i sway
i'm swaying in the wind
soulfully, i would dance
until the very end
pitter...patter...pitter...patter
drum...drum...drum
drum...drum...drum
the height of madness has filled the souls
of all those who had come
fascinated by costume attire
tinted rich reds, watermelon pinks and egyptian golds
these are the days of the carnival life.
_________________________________
by your mother rachel l guillory
copyright 2002. all rights morally reserved

Krystal...

How's your mom in South Carolina? Is she still on the Police Force?
Will she render service in regards to this witness listed?



Will contact your cousin shortly...
My wallet was left on Metro while coming back from the FOOD BANK.
I can't find your number.



Love,

Rachel

Greg, Hi.

Will you render a block of servers and web design services?
Please.

I know I'm a big girl, I will get my kids back.
You told me not to trust every Joe Smith that crosses my path with a smile.


Love your sis,

Rachel

Phyllis, Hi.

Will you present my new line of Fashion to the Wal Mart CEO. He's in need of a fashion designer.

Love your sis.

Rachel

Tracy, Hi.

Will UPS please deliver a palette of Chocolates?

Thank you NAACP

For reviewing my story. Your time is greatly
appreciated.



With Love,

Rachel


P.S.

I was your WA State Gold Medal Recipient for Visual Arts ACT SO program.
Seattle Chapter long ago. I met with kweisi infume in Pennsylvania at an International Convention. Thank you so much for your programs. If there is anything I can do to give back please let me know.

Ginuwine....Please take the time.

I shared a lunch with you on my 17th birthday in New York at the
"Ride Your Pony" showing.

Please read my message / story and see what you think.
I have made an attempt to send it over.


Most Appreciatively,


Rachel

Missy Elliott. I met you in New York...

I'm trying to send correspondence now. Hope it was sent to the right place.
Our dressing rooms were across from one another when I was a teenager.
Please take the time to read my story. Thanks for your time. I was a skinny
tall kid trying to rap from the west coast.


Most Appreciatively,


Rachel

Thanks Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International New York...

For taking the time to review my story and life so far.
Sorry if I have disappointed anyone in anyway, however
life makes people stronger and I now have a gift of wisdom
to share with the youth of America.
Your time is greatly appreciated.


Most appreciatively,


Rachel

P.S.

Is there anyway I can get in contact with Ms. Dunlap. She and I lost contact
after I went to Texas long ago. We competed together in New York.
Remember, Apollo theatre?
She is the 2004 Miss America reigning queen.
Please give her my contact information.
If I do well with fundraising projects I may be able to contract her.

Thanks Tyra for taking the time...

To review my story if it has reached you.
Thanks for your consideration.


Most Appreciatively,

Rachel

Just when the time was right, you expressed this message...

"Realizing the Dream"

Posted by Geraldo Rivera's At Large web blog.
Thank you Geraldo for posting good materials
coincidentally at the right time. Thank you.

I know you have thousands of news requests to go through, but I hope the message I just sent reaches you in good faith.

Most Appreciatively,

Rachel

Dear Montel - I have just submitted information on this case.

The Montel Williams Show433 West 53rd St.New York, NY 10019


Dear Montel,

How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:

I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.

What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.

During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.

I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.

My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.

After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.

They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.

Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.

I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.

I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.

Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?

HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.

After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.

One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.

Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.

I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.

At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.

Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.

After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.

I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.

While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.

Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.

During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.

I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.

I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.

She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.

The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.

My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.

When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".

I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.

If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.

They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.

I'll continue this later.


Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.

Love, Rachel, Jordan, Julian and Saana

Tacoma Incident continued from previous post

...when they arrived at the Islamic Center Rachel started acting very strange and refused to answer any questions or go inside to stay warm with the children. Prior to my arrival Rachel had her son go into the Islamic Center to stay warm, but she seemed not to care about him.

That's because after what they were chatting about, I did'nt trust them.
Plus the little lady from the grocery store nearby who was apart of the entire ordeal,
popped Saana on the tip of her head and said, WHO'S FOOD IS THIS? THIS IS NOT YOUR FOOD. THIS IS MY FOOD. PROBABLY BECAUSE IT WAS PAID FOR WITH A TAX FUNDED FOOD SUBSIDY. MATTER OF FACT SHE KNEW JORDAN'S NAME BEFORE I EVEN TOLD HER. THE LADY JUST HAPPEN TO BE FROM PORT ORCHARD (NAGAT SAKKAF TOLD ME) THE SAME FAR AWAY TOWN THAT MY EX-HUSBAND ALI AL SHEHARI IS FROM.
THE REASON THE WEDDING IS BEING HIDDEN AND I WAS'NT GIVEN A NIKKAH CONTRACT IS BECAUSE HE WAS STILL MARRIED IN THE PIERCE COUNTY COURT SYSTEM. THEY TOOK COPIES OF MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE AND DRIVER'S LICENSE AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS BIRTHDATE. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR PUTTING TRUST IN THE WORDS OF INDIVIDUALS CLAIMING TO BE APART OF THE ISLAMIC COMMUNITY. MATTER FACT I WENT TO THE MOSQUE TO PRAY ONE DAY WITH MY CHILDREN WHILE RESIDING AT A $600,000 NURSING FACILITY I HAD MOVED INTO FROM LOUISIANA WHILE WAITING FOR MY BUSINESS PARTNER FROM INDIA. THE CEO OF HEALTHCARE FACILITATION SERVICES. WHEN I WENT IN TO PRAY I WAS PRESENTED WITH THIS MAN TO MARRY. HE MOVED IN WITH ME THEN WHEN BUDGETING CAME AROUND HE ASKED ME TO LEAVE THE FACILITY AND START FROM VERY LITTLE BECAUSE NO ONE LIKE ME IS SUPPOSED TO PURSUE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN PROPERTY. (EVEN THOUGH I HAD SEEN THIS PROPERTY ON THE MARKET 3 YEARS PRIOR. BARRY LEVENBURGH OF SKYLINE PROPERTIES INTRODUCED THIS NURSING HOME TO ME YEARS AGO.

I figured at this point if I send THE OLDER SPEAKING CHILD INSIDE, and pretend as if Saana and I were just going along with them outside there would still be an ADULT WITNESS ALIVE TO BRING JUSTICE TO THIS EVIL ACT.

I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was shivering the entire time). Rachel was evasive when I was asking her questions about her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill her.

I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced form Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to her and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could lstay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kep asking if I was going to kill her.


Maybe because before he arrived they were saying amongst themselves, (mohammad to be exact) "I don't care, you can kill her...I'm not all that religious"

I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.

After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.

I had dispatch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooporative and had to be put into soft retraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.

Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana Guillory and Jordan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.

I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place the children into protective custody.

Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.

Tacoma Incident "supposedly" (as reported and on file in my public record)

On 1-2-05, we responded to the listed address for a welfare check. The mother was involuntarily committed for a mental health evaluation. Her two children were placed into protective custody.

On 01/02/05, at approximately 0033 hours, Deputy Skeete (492) and I contacted Abu Hijleh Mohammad, at the Islamic Center 1020 Bridgeport Way W. Mohammad told me earlier in the afternoon he was contacteed by a friend who works at the 76 station on S 19th and Mildred St., who told him that their was a female who appeared to be dressed in Islamic Clothing, and it appeared that her vehicle was broken down. Mohammad went there to see if he could help her but she had left prior to his arrival.

Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him that she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic Center so she could have a place to stay with her children..... Cont'd on the next post

CPS report unfounded or inconclusive

I received the letter yesterday, however...

My kids are with the state.
Why?
I asked the judge for a continuance and after being granted the order
we (the kids and I ) had to walk so far (when usually I would be working at home
and the children nice and cozy comfy) to DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, during the
freezing cold windstorm.

All because of Roble Abdinoor false reports capitalizing on the Tacoma incident (attack).
We (the kids and I) fell asleep to rest after returning
and missed the court appearance to provide evidence.

The police escorted the social worker D.A. to take the children away.


You should have seen Saana'a poor little face.
Because I walked them to the government car,
she thought maybe we were going for a visit some where neat or fun.

When the strange man strapped her in (she's not used to being around men)
and MAMA was standing up in the middle of the street outside tears began to roll down her face.

and the Social worker had a smile on her face, because she wanted to slander me so badly, she was not thinking of the CHILD'S WELL BEING AND PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE. THE SOCIAL WORKER'S REPORT IS AS STATED IN THE NEXT POST.

My Husband once told me...

Watch who cooks your food. You can't trust everyone. I am your husband now, you are my life...
please be careful what you eat. I guess he was right.

That tea was like exotic tonic. I wonder is there was 'KHAT' in it?

Blue Camry on Scene - White Female

During the worries of the folks involved in the reports from the Tacoma Bridgeport Mosque.
Worries such as us freezing and my being mentally weirded out.

Why did they find the time to play musical chairs, going down the line ....
"What National are you"?

"What National are you"?

....and so on.

This unidentified white female played a crucial part in this matter even though she is no where to be found. I mean, she was whispering out, "NO! That will be too much exposure!!" Bring her this way.

She gleamed into my eyes in the parking lot of the mosque while they swooped me away pinning me down like an ANIMAL.

By the way, Mohamed also found the time to say..."hell, you can kill her I'm not that religious"!


I do know where she can be found though. Well, she helped in recovering my car from the gas station with the other parties and there are many cameras connected to the many stores nearby. UNless ofcourse they reach the stores before film is seized.

Psychic Assessment - Sylvia Brown welcome to comment via the Montel Show

Because this herrific crime is being publicized several things are liable to happen.

People involved will feel so devistated I even came forward after over coming fear of
letting anyone know, that they resort to violence?

Why?

Becuase their parents worked hard to provide them with a college education
to get a good job then pass background checks to be allowed to pursue a
really neat career in whatever field they wish and be looked upon in society
as a trusted person, who has a clean record.

However,
people should'nt garbage onto other people's records just so they never reach
their full potential of contributing to society. Chances are their character is
a wee bit more cleansed than the person illegally charging others.


Now when someone cannot COPE with their world tumbling down due to justice,
then they become worried. Worried about marriages falling apart, children being
seperated from them, losing their jobs or blemishing all they have ever worked for in life.
Not to mention the generations of lineage working to provide for them earlier on.


Again, they will immediately need an outlet.
An outlet for their anger,
an outlet for their rage,
an outlet for their fear,
an outlet for their sorrow,
especially when they know they have committed a hateful crime.

So then they will ofcourse try to stay 'clean' while getting rid
of the person who had the courage to come forward.

They'll claim the individual may be suffering from post pardum depression,
they may have 'obvious' mental history as previously documented,
they may feel depressed or suicidal or just anxious,
they may feel as though they serve no purpose
or had a past domestic violence history and
so parents involved may try to act out on each other,
why?
ofcourse, there is evidence (FABRICATED) in previous reports
to discredit a very talented individual.

See as I recited a dub poem narrating the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
as a teenager (co-written originally by highschool mate "CeCe")
I really had no idea at the time what I was singing about in New York.
But, leave it up to some hateful person to bring it to my attention.

However, I would'nt change a thing.

Oh, I forgot the following fabricated and possible deaths that may occur on DOCUMENTATION:

Natural causes
She was a smoker suffering from something (something real creative probably)
or whatever (in their heads) may seem like good enough proof to provide the
public and move on with life.


GOT NEWS FOR YA!

IM MENTALLY COMPETENT
HEALTHY
HOLD NO GRUDGES
NOT ANGRY OR DEPRESSED
NOT FEELING ANXIOUS OR NERVOUS
DONT SMOKE OR DRINK OR DO DRUGS
NO THE DADDY OF MY KIDS IS NOT AFTER ME NOW
NO I DON'T FEEL LIKE KILLING ANYONE
IM NOT BIPOLAR
NOT ANEREXIC
NOT TAMPERING OR EXPERIMENTING WITH DRUGS


MATTER OF FACT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LIFE MORE THAN ANYONE COULD EVER KNOW.


Gosh! The things people have to do in order to protect themselves.
I just hope my munchkins are safe in that foster home,
when I got them back just after 72 hours of being away, Jordan
came back completely traumatized.
Saana was completely traumatized.

I have even sent communication to the Social worker to provide the FOster Parents
with songs that they are used to hearing me sing and she refused in a voicemail to
allow the message to be relayed to the children.

They're just pushing and pushing for 'services'.


LET ME GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION OF "SERVICES":

  • You're friend of 10 years Ben that helped you last time is in London so he won't be able to bail you out this time.
  • All the phone numbers in the file is screwed up so no one is able to be contacted
  • the longer we push for 'services' the more you'll back away because you know what we did to you in tacoma with the click of a mouse and computer database.
  • Your daughter Saana is listed as White & Hispanic while you and Jordan are listed as African American.
  • Saana will get locked into the system and adopted by a family who is infertile waiting for a child and will be raised thinking she is White and Hispanic.

SubhanAllah. . I need to take a break.

Okie More to come.

On 01/02/05, at approximately 0033 hours, Deputy Skeete (492) and I contacted (W1) Abu-Hijleh, Mohammad, at the Islamic Center 2010 Bridgeport Way W. Mohammad told me that earlier in the afternoon he was contacted by a friend who works at the 76 station on S. 19th and Mildred St. , who told him that there was a female at the gas station dressed in Islamic clothing, and it appeared that her vehicle was broken down. Mohammad went there to see if he could help her but she had left prior to his arrival.

Later on in the evening Mohammad's friend contacted him again saying that the same female from before was back at the gas station. Mohammad arrived at the gas station and contacted (V1) Guillory, Rachel. Rachel told him she was homeless and had two children who were in the vehicle. Mohammad suggested that Rachel follow him to the Islamic center so she could have a place to stay with her children.

When they arrived at the Islamic Center Racehl started acting very strange and refused to answer any questions or go inside to stay warm with the children. Prior to my arrival Rachel had her son go into the Islamic Center to stay warm, but she seemed no to care about him.

I contacted Rachel who was still outside holding her daughter (V2) Guillory, Saana. It was very cold and raining and Rachel was shivering the entire time I was talking with her. I offered to go inside where it was warm but Rachel said she was'nt cold (regardless of the fact that she was visibly shivering the entire time). Rachel was very evasive when I was asking her questions abouit her situation. Rachel seemed very paranoid and kept asking me if I was going to kill or hurt her. I continuously reassured her that we were there to help her. Rachel said that she was displaced from Hurricane Katrina and that she was homeless and unemployed. Rachel said she was married to someone in Washington for a couple days, but they're now divorced. Rachel did not make any sense when I was talking to here and she could'nt tell me any one that she knew who she could stay with. Rachel said that she did not have any mental disorders, but it clearly appeared that she was suffering from some sort of mental condition. Rachel did not know where she was and as previously stated kept asking if I was going to kill her.

I kept trying to find some friend or family member who Rachel could stay with, but she was not able to provide me with any names or phone numbers. Rachel clearly had no plan on how she was going to care for herself or her children.

After much questioning it was clear that Rachel was not mentally capable of caring for herself or her children. I contacted Sgt Westfall (56) and he agreed that it would be in the children's best interest to be placed into protective custody.

I had dispactch send an ambulance out to transport Rachel for a involuntary mental health evaluation. When the medics arrived Rachel became very uncooperative and had to be put into soft restraints for her and the medics safety. Rachel was transported to St. Joseph's hospital for a involuntary mental health evaluation.

Deputy Skeete put Rachel's child seats in his patrol car and we placed Saana and (V3) Guillory, Jodan into his patrol vehicle. Deputy Skeete transported both children to the University Place Police Department.

I contacted CPS and had them send someone to the University Place Police Department to place th echildren in to protective custody.

(o1) Wilson Lula (who is a CPS Supervisor) contacted us at the Police Department and we released both children to her.

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Dear Montel,

How are you? My mother turned me onto your show as a young girl. She had always admired the continuous efforts to expand access to the public in matters of family, relationships, safety, education, charity and health awareness. Your contributions to the real life issues facing women, youth and family in conjunction to public health and safety while preserving conservative levels of fun and spontaneity earned our admiration whole-heartedly. My mother was at one point in my life, a survivor of breast cancer after a double mastectomy. I was six months old and 15 years of age during those events. She is survived by 4 biological children, grandchildren and a large community of supporters. I have no clue if I will be selected to share my story as a guest, however it's worth a shot. I have become utterly disturbed at allegations coupled with fabricated evidence by manipulated here say information, abuse of power capitalizing on past youth mistakes to win a dependency case in the Superior Court of Washington. To enlighten you briefly on the my history:

I was born in Louisiana as a biracial child to a French Creole Mother and White Cajun Father. Mom married at the age of 16, divorced 25 years later and my father divorced after 5 years of his first and only marriage. They found each other after their divorce. Mom moved to Seattle, where my Grandpa had a successful painting company, however long deceased by the time mother had moved over to the Northwest. She was brought over by my uncle who owns a successful spice company. He figured I would have more opportunity here in Seattle than Louisiana. I was an average student always with slumping grades in middle and highschool, although extremely bright. I discovered a weird talent of seeing figures in newspaper articles as coached by my elders on my fathers side of the family. I was aware of the sisters gathering around a great big table with candles meditating while getting my hair done. I just figured it was pretty normal. Then during the times of people having sightings of the Virgin Mary in a fork shaped tree far out into the woods, my elders brought me the newspaper clipping of this event. The picture was a blank one with only the tree and field visible. They would ask if I could see any other items in the photo. They taught me to keep looking and staring and I did just that. I begin to see what appeared as a lady figure with an aura around her. There were other items laying around in the grassy field also. That was the first time I had any psychic perceptions brought to my attention. I discovered many other talents over the years such as modeling, public speaking, civil rights activism, acting, performing in pageants since kindergarden and at the age of 16 travelled to Harlem to perform at the Apollo Theatre as the Queen of A Washington state pageant known as Hal Jacksons Talented Teens International connected with WBLM Radio of New York City. This soon followed by a Gold Medal in Visual Arts for the state of washington endorsed by the NAACP and sponsored by the Redmond Eddie Bauer Corporation (soon to be bought out). I later travelled to the east coast to participate in a talents showcase called the pre-grammy awards showing. Judges were from Def Jam Records, Arista and some others if I remember correctly. I put off college for a while to pursue offers of modeling for L'Oreal also a judge to visual arts scholarship recipients at the University of Wa. I was apart of the Seafair's Scholarship for Women Pageant, although underage to compete my mother signed me over in support. By this time I had been taught that beauty will get you anything. I won everything through purely talent, looks and pleasing demands to perform. Sometimes getting paid $500 to model Versace for 30 seconds on a runway as a presentation model for Trade Shows hosting thousands of Vendors and manufacturers. I was given ample food stipends, free hair care services and products as an employee or independent contractor. However, being blessed as a poet, artist, songwriter, public speaker, actor, dancer, model, singer, dub-poet, fashion designer, digital photographer, mural artist, portrait artist, business administrator, entrepreneur since teh age of 9 with multi-adaptability, chemelion characteristics (I have conducted private research as a Russian, Indian, Islander, Arab, Ebony(African American), British Native) and am well cultured, now a priveleged mother. Family members pulled me in many directions to pursue career interests but for some reason I did'nt budge. I nearly joined the Marine Corps at 18, however with my perfectly spotless background record I wanted to double check for any cancerous cells in or around my cervical area. My Marine Corps recruiter and I became friends in about 1 minute after walking into his office and we later made plans to stay in contact, then a sweet letter arrived to my mother showing interest in me and the inclinations of marriage. During this time my mother's health was suffering without my knowledge. The partner and I gave my mother a grandchild and Woooah I was super duper young. Hit me like a cannon across my forehead. I had thoughts of a perfect and easy life per the standards of my broad conservative support system. I felt so indebted to everyone who would do things such as cook my food, iron my clothes, fly me 1st class air, give me constant photo shots, schedule my doctor's appointments, choose and buy my clothes which would be laying on the bed as I arrived from school, planned my schedule, made my bed and decorated my room. My mother was a seamstress and she would also sew lots of clothing. I was showered with Architectural supplies because I was supposedly going to be an Architect, shopped for my groceries, pay for my airline tickets and give me rides everywhere because it was 'unsafe' to ride the city bus as a teenager, co-signing for everything I needed. I had so much pressure to be who they thought I was blessed to be. My culture was to have everything served on a silver spoon. Some people would consider this "spoiled", however it was just the way my family and friends treated me. I literally cried when I did'nt get undivided attention. My mother stayed awaked listening to my long, boring narratives and my 200-300 practice speaches for pageants, clapping everytime I was done. Boy! I sure felt special. I told her I wanted to be a nurse at the age of 5 and by the time I was 15 I knew I wanted to pursue psychiatry, possibly in London. There were conflict of interests in pleasing every single person in my support system, especially the ones that invested lots of money. I was always asking for something. Guess what? I would always get it too. Then I wanted everything to be perfect such as 1 husband, about 12 children and no divorce. Shawn (The Marine Corps Sergeant) seemed as though he would have been mature enough to become a candidate. I adored his accent, he is not a US citizen. He is Indian. Our meeting was very conservativea and traditional, my main concerns were satisfied so he passed the test. He had never been married, had no children, no criminal record, did'nt smoke cigarettes, had a good solid career, and mentally sane with a family support system that cover the Trinidad, NY, TX, SC territories not to mention the United States Government Marine Corps lineage. He introduced me according to his family in Houston, TX was courteous, showed respect for my privacy and was super nice my mother. She was the key to my heart. She knew ever detail of any male of whom held an interest in me, but he put a special smile on her face. That's the only reason I began travelling by 1st class air at his expense to interact with him. I was offered a key to his home with an invitation to a partnership. I was very young and inexperienced, also naive to the ways of the world let alone how to handle a gentleman such as himself. I was working as a Medical Secretary at Baptist Hospital in the Home Health department. and the Chamber of Commerce as a Sales & Marketing Associate. Conflict over my rate of pay, sitting in a chair all day, being $3 more than the certified nursing assistants in that department led to my unfortunate departure. I was asked to leave and never call or come back again, however the Director of Nursing invited me to travel with here as a Mary Kay representative. I met the late Mary Kay at a trade convention in Houston. My male partner, at the time believed a career in Mary Kay would be a waste of time. I then decided to go work at the mall. I got the job at one of the high end stores 5 minutes after turning the application in. Shawn (my male parnter at the time) believed the job did'nt pay enough at a bit over $5/hour. I really liked the Boss though. I left that job. I got a job at the largest partnering Law Firm in Southeast Texas as a data entry clerk working on Asbestos cases. Shawn asked me if I wanted a child. Even though I had been on Tetrocyclene (for teenage zits) I was actually still on birth control. Technically I should have been infertile. We wore protection and conceived my oldest child, Julian Dominic Cipriani. When I told Shawn I was pregnant he said he was shocked and began confescating my priveleges. First he had a Marine Corps colleague drive me to and from work, which showed his commitment to the Marine Corps more than to me. Then he took the privelege of a ride away leaving me to walk to work. I thought this was complete torture and humiliation. He brought baby shower gifts home, but they were for his friends Shans Logon's pregnancy his "godchild". He had cake and barbque from their celebration while nothing was ever celebrated for me. He always had to make public appearances for the Marine Corps and just when I thought this was beyond disrespect he says, "just because your pregnant does'nt mean I have to marry you." Weekly, Shawn would give me $200 to shop for groceries at Wal Mart and I would use his car to drive there. He constantly accused me of cheating because I would take 2-3 hours at the store. I was really on the payphone talking to my mother in Seattle trying to figure out what to do to make him happy. For holidays, such a Valentine's Day, Shawn would leave balloons and chocolate in the bathroom for me and McDonald's breakfast on the kitchen table if he had to attend parades for the Marine Corps and could'nt be with me. My first date with Shawn was at a movie theatre in Tx to view ANTZ the animated movie. He flew me from Seattle, Wa to Beaumont, Tx for this date. My mother was quite impressed with him. We indulged in Roti, curry, jerk prepared foods and lots of bread baking with the women in his family. Bread is a really big deal in that family. There are also many Healthcare providers in his family. matter of fact the fist meeting with his paternal family was different yet comfortable. i was asked 2-3 questions.

What are your career goals?
When will you have children?
Let me check your hemoglobin.

During my pregnancy I would visit my paternal parent and "2nd" mother. My dad would ask who I'm getting married to and could never stand the thought of me getting married ever! I felt I would never be able to bring Shawn to meet my father because my dad never like anyone that would be considered to be a 'male friend'. So I never cared to commit to a marriage, who would walk me down the aisle? After leaving my dad's home I was pulled over by a Sheriff who invite dme to a beach party and to meet his mother. The Sheriff gave me his mom's number to let him know the whether I would be able to make it there, I did'nt want to be rude and called from home to relay the answer to the mother. I went for groceries later at Wal Mart, came back to find Shawn accusing me of cheating with a Police Officer. I was told I have 6 weeks to move out or find a place, move back to Seattle because no one in La or Tx would help me. I did just that.

I moved into the first apartment I ever had. While working at the law firm I woke up one morning to find my care repossessed. I called Shawn for a ride to work. Shawn later kissed me a fairwell on the Greyhound bus back to Seattle. I was technically homeless but my brother Greg housed me and my boxes in Renton, WA. He told me to immediately make it my job to get a job and a place to live. He said this in front of my mother. She cried. She was very broken hearted how Shawn write her a letter asking to date me, then dumping me like a pregnant vending machine. So I got on the ball (metro bus), my mother and I and went to an interview at the Josephenium to apply for Emergency housing. I appeared before a panel of board members with mom and got accepted after close contact with the case managers over a period of a week. I went home to my brother's home and announced my hard work and goodwill effort. My family was excited and brother went to drop me off. As we arrived my brother showed this horrifying disgusted look of disappointment in me. It was'nt good enough. So I had to tell the people nevermind. I'll pass. We went back to his home.

My brother asked me if I had lost my mind. he said I had gone completely down hill. My mother and I cried when we went back to brother's home. We waited until he and his wife went to work and cried again. She wanted us to find a place to live together. I found my mother an apartment immediately. Prior to her moving out, I went on an interview and was hired as the Manager of a Private Upscale Hotel. I was put on a salary of $3,000/ month, room and board included with cash advances located in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA. He told mom this was not good enough. Even though I was within walking distance of everything, I had so much money left over from my check I purchased a car. Unfortunately, there was no where to park my newly purchased car due to the SUV's and convertible mercedes in the driveway belonging to the guests. My hotels guests consisted of US Government Doctors, Psychiatrists seeking secluded retreats for research projects and News Journalists from the east coast. My job was extremely tough because I had to make sure the strawberries were cut neatly while maintaining sanitation after parking the Mercedes. Tea was served on a regular basis and conversating with the guests was apart of my job duties. While keeping these highly educated folks mentally stimulated, I became slightly nervous and maintained composure. I was in charge of bookkeeping, handling transaction, serving as entertainment, tour guides and cooking. The Hotel was Italian owned and operated by a Computer Scientist and Registered Nurse from the East Coast. They spoiled me tremendously. I hired a housekeeper from Kenya who held the responsibility of supporting her entire family back home. She was 28 yrs of age and I 19 yrs of age. She never liked directions from me which I felt really bad about. One bright and sunny day, she told the owner I was seen panting over the stairwell and looked pregnant. The was ended. I was asked to leave the job because the position including incentives are not equipped for another life.
I was told I cannot communicate properly with Physicians and journalists with a big pregnant belly or baby for that matter. I was invited to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant to discuss my options, which were-- find an apartment and I'll give you a reference, no employee compensation benefits. I found an apartment in the SeaTac area where I worked day in and day out with a business suit on very pregnant. I filled my home with supplies for a baby and preayed the Catholic Rosary every day. I paid rent on time every month and pawned my newly purchased car for $800.00 to pay extra deposit fees as a 'new applicant' to this particular community for Julian to have a roof over his head upon arrival into this bold world. I was offered lots of help from agencies through referrels. Not paying any attention as I usually would take the advise of people I trust (which at that time was just about anybody that seemed presentable or well mannered). I was advised to get a medical coupon, food stamps and all kinds of funds. I just followed advise. I have also learned that people who do no wrong don't have suspicion of wrong leading them to trust others who are evil at times. After getting burned by clever tricks pulled on me this has led me to use caution. As I have become introduced to higher levels of back stabbing I am now completely skeptical and overly cautious because of my natural custom and usual comfort zone which is quite conservative. Only now I am a wise conservative. My wisdom was not gained through wrongdoing, it was earned by the levels of trickery inflicted upon me during my life. This is why I seem 60 rather than 27 but I still feel youthful.

After working at Daniel Smith's artists Supplies in the Industrial area of Seattle as a data entry clerk for $13.00 per hour I was able to earn a good nest egg for Julian before he arrived. I was able to buy my car out of pawn just 2 weeks after obtaining the loan and still payed my rent of $545.00 per month, utilities and telephone along with food. I did'nt know much about cars at the time and was constantly having to change the battery. I would walk in the rain at night or day to carry groceries all by myself while Shawn was concerning himself with Paternity DNA testing. I had to give birth to my baby all alone in the delivery room. The midwives held a meeting at Group Health Cooperative to aplaud my calmness during labor and delivery.

They were trying to figure out what it was I was doing. It was Hypno Birthing. Inducing hypnosis in order to prevent drugs being utilized to see one through labor painlessly. It was really relaxing also. I spit him out really quite fast it seemed. The main focus was strictly to have a painless labor and delivery. Sometimes drugs injected into the Spine may cause damage later on. It was just my preference. Basically, I utilized naturopathic methods for everything I did in life. Matter of fact I was always so happy as a kid, I was asked are you doing drugs? I constantly had to defend myself by stating my happiness for life.

Anyhow, months prior I had saved money from a paycheck to buy Julian a wardrobe. I rode the bus to the Redmond, Wa's Value Village ( my favorite store) to purchase $150.00 dollars worth of brand new infant clothing. Redmond is the richer area and usually brand new clothing is donated to the 2nd hand store there along with computer items. The $150.00 got Julian Disney, GAP, etc. etc. clothing from infant sizes on up to 3 years of age.

I then came back to Willow Lake Apartments to put those articles of clothing in the Washer and Dryer located in the laundry facility attached to the leasing office. There was a young man there washing what seemed to be baby items. He appeared about 15 years old and very articulate. He watched as I loaded Julian's clothes into the washer. He asked how many months pregnant I was, was it a boy or girl and I in return asked if he had quarters for cash. He directed me to walk a couple miles North to get change. I did.

I came back and all of Julian's clothing had been stolen leaving only the heavier wet items in the washer. I never saw that kid again. He said his girlfriend who resided there was pregnant also.

Later I enrolled at the Art Institute of Seattle to earn a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia and Webdesign. I could not however, concentrate on my homework because there was a female in an apartment nearby always getting her head stuffed into the toilet. I would always hear gurgling sounds her trying to scream and stomping constantly. I believe there may have been a child visiting that apartment sometimes. I wonder why CPS never mysteriously showed up there?

HOWEVER, they did manage to make their way over to my house. The girl always singing Lullabies to her son and cooking like a wife character. The sounds of that woman getting beaten up constantly made me fear ever getting married to a man. As a young mother I figure I could live in peace all by myself instead having someone ram my head into a toilet.

After putting Julian at a daycare in DesMoines which sits right by the Ocean. I applied and got a job there in the toddler section. I would sing songs, conduct nap time and all the other good stuff, but was worried about the woman who was in charge of watching Julian. I always had to run over to check on him because she was obviously distant. She had been hired because her infant twins attended the daycare and she wanted to be close to them. She and the toddler teacher whose position I filled due to the owner moving her to the kitchen seemed very territorial about the long amount of time they had been there.

One day I noticed the door was open in her room. Julian almost slithered out and it was freezing, atleast for a baby as the Ocean breeze was trailing right into the door where my baby was crawling. I believe the reasons for the young girl being distant may have been due to slight post pardum depression or atleast slight symptoms were obvious.

Again, I was reported to CpS by the owner of the daycare, who happen to be from Kenya or somewhere near or abouts in Africa. I was also fired.

I then tried to get a babysitter from a family across the parking lot of the apartments. I noticed a caucasian lady with children in the home and began to ask her but she had big red iron burns on her arm.

At this point in life I had no clue what the term'DV' meant let alone domestic violence or anything pertaining to it until people kept trying to ruin me with. I really learned what it was at about the age of 23 after I heard about it enough.

Anyhow, I then hired a little lady across the parking lot because they were close by and inside the home was a grandma, siblings, children and what seemed to be a safe apartment. I asked her to make sure she stayed home with him and she agreed. One day I came home early from school and knocked on her door. Marijuana smoke came out and I felt I had severely misjudged this family to care for my child and immediately after being disgusted by the girl telling me she had occupied Julian by giving him a chicken bone to suck on during a barbque. I though OH GOD, this is just the end of all civilization!!! My perfect little son sucking on a CHICKEN BONE around people that think that's actually healthy.

After a horrible experience with a state licensed childcare, horrible private babysitter and stolen clothes I decided to contact my sister and propose he stay in her care until I complete my degree at the AI of Seattle. This way I could hurry and pay a nanny or trusted person to care for my son later.

I became extremely paranoid about the type of people residing at Willow Lake Properties in SeaTac, WA.

While attending the Art Institute of Seattle, I was approached as a Catholic, Rosary praying girl by some ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry. They wanted me to take their pictures, while building and Marketing their websites. I did. They promissed gobs of money and I thought, hey here's my solution to financial problems. NOT. They later on down the line were very unreliable.

Here is the point where I became closely exposed to a different realm of people I had never been around before (or never noticed for that matter) and did'nt hold the capacity to handle the cleverness of some of those ladies.

During my time at the Willow Lake Apartments and while at the AI of Seattle, I took a lunch break to visit my mom. I arrived at my mother's highrise apartment building only to find the apartment extremely hot. Being the sometimes, dense and clumsy girl that I have been or just plain Faith and optimism in only good occuring, I continued to tell my mother a story.

I then noticed the oven was on about 300 degrees despite the fact of outside climate being nearly 80 degrees. I continued telling a story, then she asked me for a blanket. I then asked here if she was okay. She said yes and began shivering. With the chills, I got her to direct me to her doctor's contact information which my brother was usually the responsible adult in those areas. He worked at a hospital for over 13 years. Actually, the hospital she utilized for care and later Hospice Services.

I called in and was advised to bring mother to the hospital. She had a cathedor checked (which I had no clue she was wearing in the first place) and was told it is time to take it out. I told mother I will immediately call my brother and that I had to go, I would be back later.

She was looking very strong and vibrant, talkative when I left her however, when I returned weird things were going on and nobody would explain them to me.

The next time I went to see her she asked that I draw her two cherub angels. I left to get the supplies and came back, but could not complete the drawing. The next time I returned, I was instructed to wear protective covering for sanitation purposes. I watched through the window as she courageously lifted herself up to get to the bathroom and did'nt seem to understand what was happening to her own body while the clock was ticking. She became slightly incontenent as she walked over to the bathroom door and I never made it inside that room.

My outlet was merely to stay productive. The weird thing is I was not reacting in ways that one person may think because my mother had discussed death in general for years prior. I told her if I died before her I would make sure and move object to speak with her and she agreed if she passed before me, she would communicate with me the same to protect me from harm. She is a woman of her word.

When she was on her bed later as I went by to visit, I grabbed her hand briefly said you know I love you, right? She appeared to others to not be able to speak any longer however, she opened her mouth and squeezed my hand with a stern, "Yes".

I never went back to that hospital. The hospice service took her to my brother's home a few days later. I went to visit and although I remained in the background of everything my mother and I were clearly communicating. I left and went to my friend Ben's home. I fell asleep in a room and the next morning a quick dreamlike vision flashed by in the form of emotion. My mother said, "Rachel it's time for me to go now". My cell phone range a few seconds after and my eldest sister was crying on the phone from my brother's home. The words were'nt coming out but I told her I know, mom is gone I'll be there in a second. I never went to my mother's funeral. I did though go back to Louisiana recently. Her home that had been vacant for 7 years, I hired a contractor to remodel and the home was sold. I did'nt want to sell it, but it was sold. That was therapy of a lifetime. I went into labor with my daughter Saana inside her house. The house is shining bright from the TX/LA interstate just like her spirit.

If she could see the damage people are doing to her grandkids right now and her daughter, (actually she can from heaven) she would be extremely hurt. I believe though that she is up in heaven working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, President John F. Kennedy and many many others to move mountains and bring justice to us all down here.

They would want injustice to end, and joyous lives to be lived. This world is far too big and there are far too many men and women, cars and job openings for people to fight or spread hate over spite or evil reasons.

I'll continue this later.


Montel, I am a bit of a narrator so I'm hoping I did'nt buzz your ears off with my lengthy story. Thanks having the producers take the time to reference these events.

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