Inshallah Fremont is Free Soon

I’m writing this now that I have had time to think a bit more clearly. It all makes sense now but I’m still in shock. It matches everything that I knew before and the Crusader Foundation materials I found as well.

The one exception is law enforcement involvement. I have my phone set to dial 911. I don’t fear them at all anymore. They have proven themselves. Any who may have been involved will be dealt with in the investigation into them.

After being removed from my home, I was sent to Methodist Hospital in Fremont. I was beyond upset and didn’t want to ever wake up again. I was sent to the 5th floor psych ward.

I thought that I would be able to rest, think clearly and recover but they had other plans. Doctors, nurses, staff and patients drugged me unnecessarily to confuse and abuse me. At one point I was in paralysis for over 5 hours with myoclonic jerks. The doctors and nurses in attendance refused to help me or listen to my finger tapped answers.

They put a made patch on me and let me rest. I slowly worked my way out of the paralysis that can plague those with the severe form of ME/CFS. I wasn’t sure what drugs they were so I had to try to keep making small movements as best as possible and not stop to get them through my body.

My breath was checked quietly after that. Some left once I was beginning to recover. I finally felt strong enough and rose up in bed like Lazarus or something. I must admit that it was freaky. They at least didn’t and couldn’t let me die. That says a lot about their character.

The staff and patients terrorized me while asking questions that could have provided them with blackmail or information that they didn’t require. They refused me my proper medication and gave me clonidine in excessive doses to supposedly control my blood pressure.

The patients on the ward were woken up at various hours and asked questions to push more meds on them. When they complained about the medication and not being given what their other doctors prescribed, they kept gaslighting them until they refused the clonidine enough to think clearly.

Patients with wealth were treated well in the beginning and asked about finances, problems, etc. It seems normal except they were trying to find blackmail on me. I overheard them talking about Mauritania, Mohamed, Islam and more to try to find any skeletons.

I reveal all of my skeletons because I was going into government work. I knew it in my bones even though I was terrified because of my daddy and the Vietnam War. Circumstances made my dream impossible but you can’t change your fundamental character without cause.

I have known and loved many people who committed crimes or did bad things. I tell everyone who I am immediately so that I don’t and can’t know anything. My family has known this since childhood. I only know what is public record or knowledge by design.

Some staff were obviously being blackmailed into participating with at least one being highly distraught by it. I screamed bloody murder and for my rights at increasing volume as I cleared out of the fog of the drugs and torture.

I was denied at every turn until I met a woman who helped me get out of there as comfortably as possible. Unfortunately I was taken to Lifehouse by Miss Amanda where the patients and staff who were most abusive came and went with ease.

They have continued to try to find blackmail or a way to do away with me. They haven’t been successful. I have not left this room since being placed here Friday. I have not eaten nor medicated to save my life from their schemes.

I have heard more in the last 10 days than I had ever known before. Names, actions, etc have been texted already. Miss Amanda was told much verbally as well.

Human trafficking involves so many crimes and is so complex. It can’t all be revealed by one person. It is a loosely held together organization of various people from all walks of life who probably don’t even like each other but cooperate in this activity in whatever capacity and knowledge. Some are victims, some are perpetrators and some are both. It is for the FBI and courts to sort out.

I have personally witnessed a few blackmail schemes; drugging people against their will; operating a criminal enterprise out of a hospital and homeless shelter; conning people into doing their bidding; and so much more.

The FBI doesn’t even need me. They’ve been watching for years now. I know that since I can spot the agent watching me now, I will never see them again. I have cursed them and then blessed them more times than I care to count.

Thank you for bringing me closer to the home front. I know that we will have peace soon in this small town and the surrounding communities because of your efforts. I am forever grateful to you and all who honorably served. You are family and are always welcomed by me. - Darcy Mohamed, proud USMC daughter.