Christmas cards with angels, scandinavian “nisser”, Father Christmas, snow men, hearts and gold. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Rust Craft, circa 1950 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The world’s first commercially produced Christmas card, designed by John Callcott Horsley for Henry Cole (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today, I decided to send Christmas cards to members of my family who I know haven’t done anything to me. I’ve had no contact with any of my family for three years. I don’t know anything about what’s going on in their lives, but since every member of my family I had contact with stalked me, I didn’t trust anyone in my family. So I stayed away from all of them. I was afraid to find out if the ones who hadn’t stalked me were in on it. And I rather have my suspicion than to actually find out they are gang stalkers, too.
None of my family knows whether I’m dead or alive. I haven’t contacted them by phone, IM, mail, or visited them. And I don’t know anything about how their life is going. I don’t know if they’re sick, alone, need help, doing well, happy. For all I know, something bad could have happened to one of them.
I finally decided to get in touch with them and really find out what the truth is about the rest of my family. The last member of my family I had contact with was my oldest sister. I spoke with her on the phone and I told her about my gang stalking. She told me she believed me, but my other sisters said exactly the same thing and then stalked me. My sister told me to come back home to N.Y. and she would help me, but my instincts told me not to trust her. So I followed my instincts. My instincts are always right on.
My older sister has always watched out for me, and I’ve missed her in my life. I was always the pesky younger sister. But I always thought very highly of my sister and admire her. I feel I have to judge her on how she’s treated me my whole life, instead of judging her for what the rest of the family did to me.
So I’ve thrown caution to the wind and decided to give everyone who I know hasn’t stalked me, a chance to show me what they’re all about. I’ve contacted every one of my family members to find out the truth about them. I want to know the truth.
If it turns out, they’re also gang stalkers, I’ve lost nothing. If I find out, they’re on my side, then, at least, I’ll know and can have a family again.
I know the gang stalking will still continue, but I’ll have part of the family on my side. At least, I’ll have someone to talk with, someone to spend holidays with.
It’s been very lonely not having a family. It’s been very painful not to have contact with any of my family. That’s what I’ve missed most. The warmth of a family.
Maybe something good will happen after I hear from them. I can only hope. Life is all about hope. I have to take a chance on my family and hope for the best.
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