My Son's Wedding Vows

My son asked me to marry him and his new wife. Although, they had already married somewhere else. He asked me to give him a formal wedding and be the ordained pastor.

So I did. It was a beautiful wedding. Taken place out in nature, Fort Buena Ventura in Ogden, Utah. 

They hadn't had any vows written. So, the day before, I spent the afternoon, writing a meaningful vow, for the both of them. I hope you like it. Amen.

Welcome Family and Friends. We are gathered here today to witness the celebration of a relationship that is not new, but the acknowlegement of a new beginning. The new next chapter and of new beginnings. 

They have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has grown into. Today, they will affirm this bond, formally, and publicly. Today, will mark a transition as a couple not only celebrating the love between themselves, but also uniting the love between all of us. Parents, siblings, extended family and friends. Without that love today, would be far less joyous to celebrate and acknowledge a new family member inside this loving circle. 

Companionship, marriage, is a selfless act. Not just putting their needs, wants, and desires before yours, but together, a bond, not to control, but to love and respect one another. 

Marriage is not only a commitment. But when you commit with faith, to start building this relationship, you become a selfless person. In the beginning, it is not the commitment, but putting in each 100% effort. to grow, and nurture the relationship. 

Marriage, comes from that effort. Marriage is not a competition between two people. What comes from that bond that you have built. the love, the nurturing, and selflessness from the very beginning. If you continue this path, your relationship will blossom. Furthering the growing together, instead of growing apart. You keep your identity, and decisions become as one unity.

Marriage is not an ownership of one another. It is a continuum, an infinity of respect, a good listener, protector, good communication and an embodiement of selflessness. Trust, shall be honored. Being heard shall not fall on deaf ears. 

God the father, God, the son. God, the holy spirit. May he Bless, preserve and keep you. The lord mercifully with his favor, look upon you and fill you with all spiritual benediction. And grace, that you may faithfully live together in this life, and the age to come. Have life everlasing. Amen.

I must use discernment, step back and do nothing. Dodging these emotional bullets. The truth will reveal in time. I chose silence. Angels are guarding my exit. While they are talking, I am rising. No longer chained and emerge in peace. Chosing alignment over attachment. What is coming next is the holy divine. I choose me. The revelation. I get to live, not in fragments but in wholeness. It is not to be meant in ruin. Accountability. It was always meant to reveal who I am. Annointed. God has plans. What is hidden is being revealed. I am not walking away from from what harmed me, I am walking to what has been waiting for me. Vindication is not my job. It is Heaven's. I will not walk in next season's limping. I will walk in whole. The fire of my faith. My entire path. The ability to change timelines. I shatter the strongholds of manipulations. The heavens move to protect me. My peace is non negotiable. My voice is the key. I chose my future. I spread more light. I am not a victim. I am a revelation. Heaven's courtroom. Angel Michael, Sword in hand. A holy appointment. The veil is gone and the mask is gone. Exposer is not for revenge but for release. I was never blind. Discernment built in. My silence is when God does his greatest power. I obeyed. Spiritual surveillance. Names shall be revealed. The truth shall come out. Tonight I ascend. My light, my linage, my divine. I am no longer hiding. Heaven is issuing a spiritual restraining order. The shadows are reacting to my light. What has broke me has bowed down to me. The corrupt has been found by the light. Heaven has already shut the door. I am being wartched. But I am also being protected. Amen.

#TellMeAStory

My Marketing Professor and The CEOs

The CEOs from Star Crest, a large corporation in Perris, California. A mail-order company.

I wanted to learn all about mail order. This is what I do. I take odd jobs with a purpose when I want to learn all about them. So, at the time, I was interested in mail order and starting my own company. It would not have been a competition, no, I had my own ideas on what I would sell. The Internet had not yet been presented. So, computers were still in their I0I0I0. I needed a computer for this work. Anyways, I had applied and got hired in Marketing 

Department. There were stacks and stacks of data. And my job was to find discrepancies.

I got very good at it. So much that I surpassed others who had been there for years. Now, my boss was pretty cool. I liked my hard work. Then, I started training others. I was able to free up my time. Then, my boss assigned me as his secretary, so he could relax from all the phone calls he had to deal with. I still had the same position. 

One afternoon, he had a “project” and asked who would like to do such a task. And I raised my hand. I got the job, even though I still had the same job. Lol.

So, this new project entailed pushing merchandise through, for example, get rid of excess merchandise and outdated products. They were behind for over 2 years. And, I had to get 

Started. So I did. Oh, I was good. I had that merchandise moving and out the door. So fast, they could not keep up with me. In the meantime, I bought this old computer. A dinosaur. I had a plan. 

I got the merchandise sent out to various places as “Donations’ and sent them to varied dot orgs. Someone out there could use it. So that is what I did. The problem was that they could not keep up. 

Anyways, one day, I was back doing discrepancies. Stacks and stacks of data. I was good with numbers and fast scanning. 

I just happened to look up, and I saw my boss walking down the hallway towards me. I was trying to figure out why he was grinning ear to ear. Oh, was he proud, Oh, was he so happy.

And, I was looking at him and thinking “what?” 

Behind him were about 5 or more, looked like Execs?

One man said, “well, who is she? Where is she?” And, I am like, no, what is going on?

My boss says, “Here she is, Miss Charla De Hart”. And one of them stepped forward, “We wanted to meet you, and shake your hand. And they did. They shook my hand. They were all smiles. Apparently, they had all flown in from different places. I am elated. They told ME a story. The company had just started with only pantyhose. It is now a large corporation with many products. I was thinking about what they were saying. And, I was thinking about all the things that I would like to add. They catered mostly to the elderly and some Christian book sections. So, I was thinking I could throw out some ideas to them, and I would abandon the thought of starting my own. I could. Always been a hard, dedicated worker. 

Even if pay would still be low. I would be satisfied. These people who flew out from various places to meet me were the CEOs. All of them. They told me how I had accomplished a task that they had been behind on for a few years, and I had gotten it caught up in a few weeks.

Oh, my boss was so proud. They said that they will hire a new swing shift, a whole new crew, to help me push out this merchandise. So, they did.

A few weeks had gone by, and then, at work, I got a phone call. It was an emergency at my home. My eldest son was crying. And I listened. So, my eldest daughter, who lived outside of the other side of the town, is called Valle Vista. In Hemet, California. Her boyfriend was very large, abusive, and brutal, and she was petite and tiny. The phone call was a 911 call to go home immediately. I had to tell my boss I was sorry, but I had to leave work, NOW. I explained the best I could, and he understood.

Apparently, my daughter brought my 2-year-old grandson in only a diaper, was outside on the front door step. Now, for some reason, my eldest was home from school, most likely sick. I do not know if he was put inside; my son did not know he was even there.

My other children were at recess, right across from our house, and they were crying.

They saw all this unfold, and the yard duty person would not let them go and get their nephew into the house. No one would help them. The personnel there let it all unfold. The police were there, and so was the County of Riverside. My daughter shows up and gets to take my grandson away. I was there alone with them.

This was no longer about my grandson, no. It was about my own children. Don’t threaten me. They went through the entire house and took pictures. I saw the pictures. In my case file. What was in those pictures? I will tell you. They took snapshots of the laundry room and the kid’s rooms, and the bathroom. My kids were a bit funny. They would pull out their clean clothes and not put them back, then stomp all over their clean clothes. So I was always washing and rewashing. Never-ending. They didn’t make their beds, even though school was across the street on Franklin Avenue. And the bathroom picture? Showed that it was clean and shiny. In their report, though, they said that my son left his remains in the toilet.

Meaning he used the toilet and did not flush. They said a different word then remains. That is a nice way to put it.

I was just upset, standing in the kitchen leaning up against the refrigerator from this invasion.

A lady from the County said, “We could take your children.” How many times had I gone through that? Tired of this rhetoric, I said, “Go ahead, I need a break”. Well, I did not mean it. No, it was my sarcastic humor that lit up my situation. And, if it were to happen, they would be back in a few days. My kid’s intelligence would put them through the ringer. And they would too. Anyways to “comply”, I had to take a “parenting class”, Lol. I thought, man, I could have gotten the laundry done. Oh, well.

My boss called me, and I had to explain the situation that I had to stay home and not work. He said, “please come back, we need you here and take all the time that you need”.

Well, I did not go back. Later, I found a new job, much closer to home.

Mail Order idea on the back burner. Of course, my water got shut off. My dad paid it for me.

Now, my eldest, a somewhat humbug always chirping on my shoulders, said, “Well you bought a computer, and grandpa had to pay the water bill!”

Yeah, well, unfortunate events happen, have no time to explain this to a child who does not need to know how people treat others. Let him think I was a failure, and not what the reality of cruel people is. He still, to this day, will throw that up. And, I am thinking, “By now, you still don’t know your own mother?” A humbug, alright. A humbug. 

Here is the other story about my Marketing Professor, A bit shorter story.

I went to college, off and on through an 8-year period. A major in Real Estate and A huge minor in business. The plan was to combine the two, including law and Real Estate Laws.

I had a few drama classes and music. And then, all of the others. Took even summer school in various campuses. 

My Marketing Professor always liked to test us. And see if we were paying attention. I never raised my hand. Yet, he liked to always pick me. Sigh…

We had to do a “Thesis”, a final. So, I chose Donations. Why not? I did that job before.

So, I did my research. Not remembering where I found this person, he was exactly who I wanted to interview. So, I believe we had two lunch dates. I wasn’t hungry for food, I wanted information. I got all I needed to know, so I did not call him back.

He worked at a call center, for events like the Policeman’s Ball and the Fireman’s Breakfast, raising funds for their cause. I learned that these call centers would call the locals and had a scripted pitch. I discovered that these causes only got maybe 10 and at most 15% brought in, and then the rest went to the companies who did the calling, and then some bonuses fot the employees.

Then, I decided to take on a job as a “driver”. I wanted to know everything about it. Did they really sell tickets and deliver them to patrons? I started delivering these “basketball” tickets. I believe it was for Veterans. A good cause. I enjoyed being part of a good cause.

They would send me out to these remote places, where you would not think anyone would live at. When that project was done, they offered a new one. I am like, no, thank you.

I used one of the typewriters in the college library and started on my thesis report.

And, I wrote it raw with all of my thoughts. And gave it to my professor. I got an A+.

As my professor was handing it to me, it was not a congratulations. No. He said, You know, Charla. I don’t think you have the potential to be a Marketer. Now, it became clear that he thought I was too nice and happy. Not only that, but I thought I was this dumb blonde. A stigma. Not true. I thought I could do this, and not only that, but I could also play the dumb blonde part quite well. I could play stupid and get away with not showing I was smart. A protection mechanism. Used it to my advantage. And it kept me safe and out of a lot of trouble and danger.

Not a liar, but a protective mechanism. I took drama, and it helped me with this persona.

I will tell another story about this most unnatural, yet natural beauty I have, and the charisma, not natural. I will write about this when I have the time. End of these short stories.

Charla DeHart

April 26 2025

First of all, I would like to wish everyone a good Easter, Palm Sunday, April 20, 2025

I do not want to take anything away from my Father, Jesus. It is his day and not mine.

I was not expecting to hear about who exactly I am, especially today. I have been cleaning my carpet in my bedroom, and totally exhausted. But, I checked my email randomly on a break and saw that my DNA results on CRI Genetics. I had paid for the extensive full package. I hadn’t been able to really eat or sleep for over a month. And I thought, maybe a DNA test will help me find out what type of diet I could handle.

Now, I know people are looking at my posts and thinking, is she crazy? Just an interesting storyteller? Well, none could be further from the Truth. God gave me truth from the time I was born. So, no white lies or fibs here.

Jesus has been with me for as long as I had any kind of memory. I posted earlier on how he would take me on flying adventures, and I had white, feathery wings, then when I got older, I flew with no wings at all.

These adventures never left. If I had an imaginary friend as an adult, certainly be questionable. But no. Never left me. Constantly watching me.

Something you may or may not understand is how Jesus can be everywhere, yet still be in heaven. Well, I had done it myself when I slept. Mine, although mostly people that I personally have had some kind of encounter with. I would go to where they were, and speak and interact, yet I would be home asleep. I have had 3 witnesses tell me about my visits. I mostly came to them and told them they would be ok. Not sure how many I have actually done this with, they never gave me a phone call and said, “hey, you came to me and I was awake”. So, I call this a “hologram”.

Israel has been at war for years, just to exist, just a little piece of land. I even wrote an article about how vast the Holy Land was. Right here on the “X” platform. I said how far it was, and I had answers coming to me from the Divine.

I still have so many stories to help others. That is me. I want to open doors with my keys and help others out. Now, people who have tried so many things to get this connection, well, I was born with it.

I am not a threat to anyone. God has been calling me to send out his messages, and helping Israel, and all this chaos. I was a secret. I am protected. Always been. Now, at 17, I was so scared, I told my angels to go away, but they did not, they stayed. I don’t see a whole being, no, I see this light, and it is as tall as a person, a tall person.

No, I am not a threat to anyone. God wanted me to help with his lost children. But, for me, I have a love for animals and children. I love them so much. When the war is over, hopefully soonly. I know Father is coming. I want it to be a joyous occasion. But, remembering Jesus and Lazarus, were they to be killed? Well, I hope people do not want that to happen to me.

I do not blame the Jewish people, not at all. They were afraid they would be slaughtered again. It was also written in the scriptures that it was meant to happen. God pre-wrote everything.

I will be working on a huge project for children. Start locally, and then internationally. I went to college and took jobs to learn all about running a large corporation. So, I will not be interfering with leaders or structures. I do want to help restore them, though. Put us back into balance.

My fiancé’ also very spiritual will be helping me with collaboration while he is working, and when he can, especially when he is home and I am working on this project.

I may not be this magical unicorn who touches and heals people. But what I can do is spread God’s light out there, and help you heal yourselves.

So, please respect our privacy as far as strange phone calls or fake profiles. We mean good for humanity.

I will wait to go online live when Kev gets home, I think he knows how to get the cameras working, so you can see my DNA chart.

I thought I would have maybe five heritage traits? No, it is many. Many. Mostly from the Holy Lands.

Here is what I discovered:

Egyptian, Somalia, Kenya, Ethiopia, Armenian, Neolithic Portugal, Spain, France, German ( Am I Jewish)? Poland. Southern Han Chinese, Tuscany Italian, Colombian, Iberian, Peruvian, Mexican ( Am I Mayan?), Punjabi, Gujarati Indian, English, French, Sudanese, Saudi Arabian, Iranian, Turkey.

Famous Distant Relative

Susan Sarandon, Warren Buffett, Dr. Mehmet Oz, Queen Victoria, Napoleon Bonaparte, Empress Maria Theresa, and lastly, Nicholas Copernicus.

Like I said, I hadn’t been sleeping or eating, and all these awakenings, signs, ascensions, visions, Divine Interventions, even poltergeists, demons, angels, unexplainable events. Warnings, Supernatural.

I was born of light, and I am light. Do not hate me nor despise me. I am good. I mean good.

I wish you a good Easter, Palm Sunday. I hope we can all help get this chaos under control. And help Israel in this last cleansing of Evil. Please pray for them all.

I knew I had some interesting Ancestors, just did not know how many like this.

I have had a full day. Now, I must clean up my mess, had to throw everything on my bed so the carpet could get done. Thank you. Shalom and Amen.

Charla De Hart. 

I want to write this article to reach those who experience abuse, the stalkers, the Obsessors, the psychopaths. This is not for me to re-live past attacks. No, this is for the ones who ignore their exit signs, thinking they can live through these attacks. I have been through so many, and many violent tests till I got it right. What does that mean? Well, you will not experience what I have been through. It is close to Impossible. So, you can read this and have any encounters. I have been through it all, and now, you do not have to. Here are the closures.

I have written about an experience of an attack that lasted for hours on Evans Street. Now, I will share with you the closure.

It had been years that had passed. I remembered his name. Somehow, I came across an article in the local newspaper. He went to prison for spousal abuse and lost his whole family and house.

I got this call on my work phone. I am still working as a taxi driver. It was his name on my call.

I thought about it. And I decided I needed to have closure. So, I picked up this man.

Of course, he did not recognize me. But I recognized him. He was so happy to see me, so polite. It’s my charisma. My energy. Not my looks. He was on crutches and was missing half of one of his legs. As we were driving, I slowly told a story. About my girlfriend and a house, and I gave their friend a ride. I was careful. I was cordial. I am not a raging, revengeful one, no, I am a calming, cordial one. A person who means no harm. So, after the ride, he was happy to meet me, and we bid our goodbyes. My closure, facing this attacker.

How can I face such evil? Because I can. Because I can.

This one, I did not write an article on. I did mention about a restraining order, then He had the ability to hire a high-powered female lawyer and then the charges filed, conveniently got lost between the police station and the attorney’s office. No matter. Another test. A level up.

Another ascension. This one, I had advanced from so many other attacks. I could take charge.

One of my coworkers, well, she loved money. She took this man around her finger and used him. Now,, I had known him for years, and when she wasn’t on shift, I was his driver. I never knew how much damage was done. I remember having to call another driver and grab the spare keys, knocking on the door, and letting her know that I was taking her car. And when she needed a ride, to call the office.

I got a call to pick him up. He had been drinking. He never drank alcohol. His attitude started changing, and I could also hear him panicking in his words. The alcohol took over, and he was in a panic. Almost seemed possessed. I talked to him in a calming manner. And he did not want to go to any specific place. No, he had me drive him up to the north and down into Temecula and just all over. He told me about my coworker and how much he loved her. Details unfolding. A story of truth and betrayal. He decided to go to a local motel back in town. And I could see that his demeanor was changing. Like, as if I was her, and he wanted to lash out. He had me walk him to the office, saying he was not able to walk alone. So, I did. I knew this man for years, right? Then, I walked him to his room, thinking he would be alright. He handed me his keycard and told me to open the door. I am now wondering what was going to happen.

I stood at the door, waiting to get paid for his fare. He took out everything in his pockets and all his money on the dresser. Then, he told me to come in and he would pay me.

I am thinking, “you know not to enter anyone’s place”, and I stepped in with caution.

He quickly ran around me and slammed and locked the door. I was in shock. And, in a panic.

I remember my long coat was swirling around, while I saw him locking the door.

He grabbed me and, with brute force, threw me on the bed. Got right on top of me with my wrists pinned down by his whole arms. He climbed on top with the force of his might, and the pressure down on my thighs, where my phantom pains of the “healer” had been caused.

He assaulted me without using his private area. But, yet, it was still as bad as if it were.

Now, by this time, I had had so many attacks and gone through them all..

This time, I had the control. I could leave my body and watch as a third party, removing myself from this violence. I watched this with one of my guardians. We waited till it was time to go back in and finish this.

I went back in at the right time, and he started to remove his belt. My guardian stepped into him and took over. We had a lot of practice. Not just these types of attacks, but random, coming out of the darkness. Because of who I was. So, as usual, he jumped up like a robot. And started talking about how he could show me the world, and went on, I knew it was not him anymore. The words came from my father. He walked into the bathroom and started a bath, waiting for it to get warm. That was my exit sign. Time to go. The door unlocked and flew open. Then, I head to the door to exit, and just as I step out, he wakes up. But still under control. He went over to the dresser and grabbed all his money, all wadded up. And said, “Here, this is yours.” No, I did not want to take it, like a prostitute.

It was from my guardian, so I let him give it to me, and I left.

I did not want to look at it for a while. I called the office and explained the attack, and he took his anger out on me because of my coworker. I later looked it this dirty money. It was

400 dollars. I put it away and spent it on my kids, reminding me who I am, and no one was going to destroy my spirit.

I do not have a scarlet letter “A” on my back. I have God’s mark, as his daughter.

I think, four or five years have went by. I got a call on my phone. It was him.

The confrontation and the closure were to be done.

He was standing out in front. He didn’t see who I was till he started to step in. First, he had a hesitation, then sat in front of me. He was happy to see me. And I was cordial. He wanted to go get a sub sandwich, and I took him. It wasn’t awkward for me; it was my closure. It was round-trip. He brought in his sandwich and described how good it was.

He pulled it apart with the wrapper intact and said, “Here, this is for you”.

I had to take it, just for the ending. I said, “Thank you”. And took him back home.

I left, and when I got off, I gave my sandwich to my dog.

Now, for you, my friend, whether male or female. Listen to your gut instinct. The first slap, the first bruise, and the rhetoric, “I am sorry, I will never hurt you again.”

Those words are your exit sign. Don’t ignore your intuition, trying to convince yourself, they will change. No, this is not your person. And, do not try to go all the way till the end. It is not a happy ending, and most likely, you will not survive. The things I have been through are not normal. I only survive because I am protected. And, don’t be a co-dependent, or find another of the same. Find someone who respects you and loves you for who you are, and you can be yourself, and not be kept separated from the people you love. See the signs.

Charla De Hart

April 15, 2025

About My Friend Jim

This had to be around 2005. Prior to the night Jim drove, I had my own encounter with this individual.

I had just purchased a house on my own on Meridian St. Right off Park ave. where the animal park was. The animal park was one where you could drive to and see all the exotic animals.

My job at Yellow Cab, d.b.a. Cab Christian, was the graveyard shift. 7 pm to 7am. It was long, grueling hours. I could not go home and sit inside, no, I had to stay in the taxi, when there were no calls. I remember one time, I fell asleep in a drive thru fast-food place, only to be awaken by an employee.

My position, although just a driver, I did many things. If a co-worker needed a ride to work or home, they would ask for me. If they had a date, again, it would be me that was called to pick them up. When my boss had a delivery, he would ask for me. And, if someone couldn’t find an address, and time was of the essence, the dispatch would cancel the other driver and send me out. I had a knack for finding impossible addresses. Just had the dispatcher guide me over the phone nearby, and I would find it out in the boonies, on trails of unknown. I would find the rider and get them to their destination. Then, I also was sent to when a driver was goofing off, I would be called, then I would call another driver in to meet me at the office and I would grab the spare keys, and take the taxi away from them. Forcing them to call the office in explanation.

I had a lot of personals. One was a billionaire from China. I used to drive him around from casino to casino, a fun night. He would go in and take 50k withdrawals at each one, while I sat at the bar sipping lemon water. I would be hired for the night. I met him, because his original driver from Los Angeles became tired, and drove home, and I just happened to be sitting outside the casino, waiting for calls. My best tip was 1400. This nice man would ask for me, when he was in town. So, I got to know him.

One time, the last time, it was almost time to hand over my taxi, and I was tired. He offered me a motel room at the casino for just me. I had to decline, because another driver was scheduled for my cab. He He gave me his card, and said that he wanted me to become his personal assistant. Claimed that his American wife had used him, and He just needs an assistant that would fly all over the country with him. He said I would be learning about five other languages. And he gave me his card. I hesitated at first, calling him. I couldn’t tell him my car would not make trips to Los Angeles. So, I just kept working as a taxi driver. In the meantime, I had a few other personals. One man, who recently won the lottery, out in Winchester California would hire me for on call. But, early in the evening, he was giving money away at a particular bar. The female bartender, had to sell a piece of her private clothing, for 500. I ended up getting 600. For sitting drinking a diet Coke. But I get antsy, like I have to be somewhere, and I had left. I had responsibilities and would pick him up later and give him a ride home. And, let’s add this elderly Aristocrat, wealthy and single. Living in the hills of Simpson Park. There was an evening I picked her up, and was hired for a few hours. I sat next to her as she played on the dollar machines, then she became intoxicated and started to play quarters. Then, she got up to use the restroom and I babysat her machine. She entered a dollar, or five, don’t remember, and she hit the largest jackpot and was so excited. Anyways, she claimed something about I did something, like putting her on another machine. The floor personnel came out, to verify her win. She was angry, and accused, and yelling at the top of her lungs. Security had to go run the cameras and video back and it showed I was honest, she was on the quarter machine. She got so mad and demanded to leave. I apologized to everyone there, and said she will be fine. So sorry. She got into my taxi and slammed down the ticket onto my dashboard. And I drove her home. I tried to hand her the ticket, and she said “No, that is yours”. I am looking at her, she is still angry. I didn’t earn it. Nor did I want it. It hurt my feelings. I tried again, to give it back, and she turned her back and threw a big, good day to me with her arm. My eyes were wide-eyed, thinking what just happened. I drove down the road a bit and pulled over. I called dispatch and explained what had happened. I told her if she called, let me know so I could return her ticket. She didn’t call back. So, I waited till the next evening, and drove up to her house, knocking on the door. She answered, and said, “that is for you”, I am “okay”. And wished her a lovely evening. I still felt bad inside. It kind of ruined our friendship. I think she was embarrassed of how she treated me in public and couldn’t take it back. She was an Aristocrat. I had another strange encounter with this rich couple, they had a home in a 55 and older, and another on top of the end of Meridian. For elite parties. This was pretty scary. Having me drive up into Anza, through Idyllwild, out in Palm Desert. This destination was going to be Palm Dale. They would have me drive into the dense dark forests. Oh, I was scared. We would arrive at a town. Here a town, there is a town. And have me park around the corner. My heart racing, God, get me out of this. We finally ended up in Palmdale at a laundromat. Oh, I thought it is over. There was more than laundry going on at that place I thought. Anyways, I thought they were going to pay me. And not. They wanted to go all the way back. It was 400. Trip already, and I had to go back myself. And they had my money. A whole waste of the night. I told them I want 600 upfront, and I am not moving till you pay me. So, there I sat.

Then, they paid me. I drove the straight way, all the way down the freeway. NO, traffic, I was gone in the wind, heading towards safety and headed towards home. I had this horrible stomach pain and intuition inflamed. It is going to be over soon.

Well, they hired me one night. And working the night shift was a whole other world. You would think vampires really existed. People out here have no idea what it is like. I do know what happened to this little retirement town. Everyone I grew up here at school with, basically still here. We were the older generation left.

What happened to this little retirement town. Growing up there, was okay. It ripped me away from my friends and family out in Ventura. My destiny rewired. I think I would have graduated from Buena Ventura High School. So, this little town, who everybody knew everybody. I moved there when we only had one fast food. And a seafood restaurant called The Anchor, which sometimes I would dine or dance at. First there was a bank on every corner, then pharmacies replaced the banks when I became older. The elite passed away. They were called snowbirds. Well, San Bernadino County was bankrupt and Riverside with 400,000 homes in foreclosure. Decided to sign a contract with Los Angeles and another, to release their prisoners in our area, giving the county funds for revival. They were not reformed. Not at all.

Here comes in my story, and my story about my friend, Jim

I have just purchased the house on Meridian. The time for escrow to close on time, was pushing things. So, my realtor, an acquaintance of my boyfriend’s family. My boyfriend, on a family trust, because he would spend it all till he was broke at the casino. My realtor had a daughter, and she was a broker in closing, she took my case. I took the first house I saw. Should have looked at foreclosures. The owner, who had about 10 or so collectable cars on my property, they were all removed without my permission before I took over. My loan was over 363k. It was half an acre, and on Park Hill by the animal park. The driveway was long, and behind two other homes on each side. A small house, a big barn garage, which was my twins bedroom converted. A small house with a circular driveway.

I had a lot of personals when I drove taxi for people who lived on the reservation. Some had tabs over 5k from pizza places. So, when they got paid, I drove them around while they paid off their debts.

I had many up there, and would get called in the beginning of the month, easily pay off my mortgage.

My plans, to build a bigger house in the back and a pool and convert the original one into childcare.

One evening, I was sitting up at the casno, and the security came out with a drunk Indian gangster. I knew all the security guys, and I also knew who this man was. His relatives all called me for rides. Even his mother would call for deliveries from stores, I would bring. Security struggling with this man, opened the back door and tossed him in the back and said, “ take him home”. I am looking at them wondering if they were going to forewarn me of anything, but no.

I took him up onto the reservation, and he kept laughing intoxicated, thinking he was all funny. I felt danger, as my intuition never fails. He put his hands around my neck, the started stroking my hair, laughing got louder. He would say, “turn down there”, no “turn down here”. This behavior was never ending. I knew where all his family lived. Then, finally, he had me pull into the driveway of a pink house. I am looking at it, and it seemed abandoned. I drove into the driveway anyways.

I said, “here you go now, you are home”. Laughing, he starts to mumble, he couldn’t have fun with me anymore. As he was climbing out, so intoxicated, he was stumbling about. I got out immediately and put his arm around my shoulders so he would not fall and get hurt. We walked about 30 feet to the door, and then, He flipped around and had me in a headlock. Laughing, and I knew it was on.

I anchored my feet and decided to flip him in a reverse move and got away. I ran to the car, and locked myself in. My heart was racing, with the headlights still pointing towards him. And I just watched. He laughed so hard and was almost rolling to the ground. Then, he turned around and mooned me, then faced me again. And I was just looking at him, with discernment. If he only knew what I was thinking. Had he have not been drunk, and I am in this car, with my foot on the gas. He is just a man, and I am a car. I would have drove forward and pinned him to the garage. Just a minor injury, but remember me. Then I had left.

So, the next day, I had him banned from getting any rides from the company, made sure it reached Tribal. So, the ban was in effect. So, I thought.

I am not sure how much time has passed. Wasn’t long before the horrific hours that my friend Jim had encountered this man. It may have been a holiday. I was driving down from the reservation, and onto main street, and Jim was passing by me, did a smile and a wave to me heading towards the reservation. I was the last one to see him again.

I remember bringing in food and drinks to the office because they were celebrating inside, while I was out working. It was about 3am. And the dispatcher said something about Jim. And, I heard something.

I said, “what about Jim” “who did he pick up”? oh, I was mad. My body vibrating with energy. She said he picked up this man I had banned. And I hadn’t heard from him for hours. I was thinking, how could this be? I was the one always sent out to take away the taxis, when drivers didn’t respond. She gave him the call, knowing it was Jim’s first night. He worked for a long time. She thought maybe since he was having troubles with his girlfriend, that he wouldn’t answer. I knew Sbetter. I stopped working, no more calls. I was on the hunt for Jim, and I was determined to find him. I think I drove to his place at least 3 times. Drove through all the parking lots, and dumpsters, motels, restaurants. Returned to them over and over, searching for Jim. This sickening feeling, knowing quite well, where he waa, yet, knowing who had him, I just prayed they would release him after some torture. It was almost 7 am and I was supposed to start cleaning up my car, and turning it in, but I just couldn’t give up. It was my friend, Jim.

The bitterness over it all that I had felt. I did a one last return to where the man was originally picked up. A motel in town, and next to it. A retail fixer store. And then, I saw it. I saw his car. Driver side door opened, I parked and ran over there. I used my shirt to open the door wider. His work phone, his wallet, his cell phone and everything still there. Then, I opened the door of the back again with my shirt. And looked in. I could see a story before me. There was a casing on the seat, that used to hold a six pack, and a few empty cans on the seat and floor. Cigarette ashes flung about on the seat, and I looked down, and saw a bullet caseing. This is bad. This is real bad I thought. This man got mad at Jim about something, intoxicated, and flung his cigarette across.

I had to call the police and dispatch. Tell the office what I saw, and that to put the day driver in another car, that I would be here a while.

The sheriff cannot go onto the reservation, especially just on intuition. They found Jim out there on a quarry. Sodomized and executed. Jim lived for hours, yet, the freezing cold, he could no longer feel pain, and fell asleep in the cold. It had to take at least two, to bring back the taxi. One to drive it out there, and one to follow. I only think the murderer was charged. So, that is my story about my friend, Jim. He now, has angels wrapping their arms around him.

Because of the murder of Jim, I no longer had personals from the reservation. I think there was a ban in place for at least one year. My house on the other hand. Well, just bad luck. My income cut more than half, and then my boyfriend caught twice, breaking into my safe, taking my mortgage payments. My home owner insurance needed renewal, and they sent notices to an old address. It should have been included in the mortgage, especially in California, what I understand. Then, my mortgage kept getting sold and resold. I didn’t know who my Mortgage lender was. It was a hot mess. One night on shift, I picked up a future attacker, from another reservation, and I had to stop home really quickly. He only lived a few blocks away. I will write about him in another story, article. But, this one will show you that it wasn’t bad, there, was actually good closure.

So, Everything was spiraling down. And then, my kids’ room, the barnhouse, their friend, Skyler, flicked a cigarette into their clothes, thinking it was out. We watched the barn burn down. Then winter had come, and having the insurance canceled not knowing yet, the water pipes underneath the circular driveway, and you could hear the water running. I was another foreclosure. My hose, whixh I bought for 363k sold and boufht i think by the original seller for 160 k. May have been the neighbor or reaItor. Someone related when I purchased. Ended up buying it. I have the pictures of the taxis parked up at the casino. Since I could not locate them, had to throw up a generic one.

Charla De Hart

April 13, 2025

(Yes, Plural) April 5, 2025 Author: Charla De Hart, True Story.

So, I have written different posts about the Tarzan Mansion.

I have many. So this is one of the them.

I don’t remember where I got a number to call random people for dating. I called it, and it seemed like it was more of targeting lonely people. So, I was listening and my oldest daughter came in and was hearing these calls. It was some type of rotator where you could press # and then someone else comes on and says hello.

I was thinking about maybe I would like to purchase such a business.

Now, of Course, it costs 2.00 per minute. So, made the experiment short. I researched how to have my own running.

Well, that did not go well. I worked a lot, and I didn’t think about calling the phone company and block usage.. Anyways, I ended up with a $5000.00 phone bill. I called them a few times, and explained that my 15 yr. old had no idea that it cost $2.00 per minute. So, phone goes off.

I did not get this house because of money. I did not have any.

My realtor owned it with some of his colleagues. And he was a bit smitten. Of course, married. But, something about my charisma and looks, I could get whatever. Still shy. And believe in truth.

I worked the graveyard out in Lake Elsinore, at the casino.

I was a “Chip Runner” and I worked the poker room. I also took turns working the cage. Employees working there, mostly the Black Jack Dealers and Floor personnel, had private money accounts. Like a bank, so I took care of their accounts and traded chips for money.

As soon as a regular came in, I would have their drink to their table.

It could have been hot chocolate. I also ordered their food. Then I would go to my pit boss, and have the ticket written off. So, whatever the tab was, I got tipped, plus more.

One day, I tripped on the floor, and Instead of just stumbling, I flew over the food cleaning cart and did a summer salt after flipping over. Then, immediately stood up. I cannot believe no one saw that. I limped about the rest of the evening. We had little maids, forget what we called them. But they cleaned the room, picked up the dishes, ash trays etc, Very soon, I was doing everything, and then, we no longer needed them. They changed our duties to clean also.

One night, my realtor/landlord came in with some of his associates. They went in to the restaurant, to eat, drink and discuss business.

So, I didn’t see him for a while. He was leaving and brought his associates into the poker room where I was working;

He introduced them to me, and I started blushing on the floor, and nowhere to escape. He came up to me and got onto his knees, grabbed my hand, and said how beautiful I was. I wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere. It’s my job and having that happened with everyone looking, just wanted to disappear.

Mornings, I would either bring donuts home from work, and stop at the real dairy and grab a couple gallons of fresh milk for my kids.

My kids hate doing choirs. They like to start fights knowing I would give up, send them out to play, and I could get it done by myself in less than an hour.

My eldest walked into town. The house was one mile high onto the property with a big gate.

She came back with a man. He was just admired by the house.

He said he could keep it clean. Obviously, my daughter had some kind of conversation about cleaning.

He seemed harmless. A tall, long, linky man, that looks like he never eats. And dark hair, with a hat that kind of looked like a baseball style, but not.

So, I offered $5 per hour, and he said he would do it for free.

Bob, was a bit strange. He said later on, it was late at night when I had to get ready for work. Said I had dead people, angels and some other whatever there. I didn’t see any poltergeist. So, I ignored his weirdness. One night, before shift, I woke up before my alarm went off, and he was sweeping in my room, in the dark. I made the patio room with the massive fireplace so I could see the city lights.

Bob, would just wander about, day and night, never leaving. I would have to send him home. I knew he did cleaning at the gas station and wanted to go there and talk to him. Only to find that he lived in his car behind the station and woud also sweep for them too.

Unnerving, to find out. What have I gotten into?

Anyways, I put up with his bizarre behavior, such as these dead people want to talk to me?

One night, I had just got out of the shower. Now, above the house on the mountain, was an Olympic sized pool, and a 12x12 water storage when the water has to pump up to this storage, and the pump, was ½ a mile below the the house down the road.

I sent my daughter to turn on the pump, sometimes she would forget, or sometimes we filled the entire pool to swim.

Standing at the edge of the pool looking down, it was so huge and a bit spooky because it was so deep. There were dressing rooms up there, and missing toilets, so we didn’t use them.

I ended up with a huge water bill. Of course.

Anyways, I believe it was the last shower that I had to take that would have rabbit fur and snakeskin in it. Sometimes, they would fall into the storage tank.

My last shower of fur, I saw this BOB, in my house late at night, I told him he needs to go home now, because I had to leave.

He said some off the wall stuff. And we got into an argument about he needs to go. And then, he said something about seeing my birthmark.

I don’t even see my birthmark. It’s like below where you can’t even see in a mirror on the back side. Soon as he said that, I fired him.

He also said something weird to me. He said, “You know, I could kidnap one of your kids, anytime”.

Now, with him gone. One day, my youngest at the time, was not feeling well. I gave her cool baths, an Tylenol to keep the fever down.

On an afternoon, I left her taking a nap in the livingroom on a blanket, with a pillow. She seemed tired, so I let her rest.

Four hours later, I was concerned. So I went in there, and her back was to me, calling “mama”, over and over. I kept calling her as I was approaching, and she wasn’t turning around. I grabbed her, checked her head, gave her Tylenol, and headed to the E.R.

She was deaf. Couldn’t hear. And taking her home, I started giving her Ice baths, and cool baths. I would wet wash cloths and put one on her head, her neck, and her tummy. It helped and she got better, but no hearing.

One day, I saw the electric company over by the water pump. And I went into my room with binoculars to see what was going on.

Because the pump got shut off due to a huge water bill, it gave notice to the electric company. Then, they left.

I had been getting water in town, for drinking water and everything else. About 40 gallons of water. Then, I got a bill from the electric company. And a letter.

It said, that the electric was running backwards. I remember meeting the private electric company that worked on the electric and then also my landlord, kept saying, ‘Keep all the lights on”, like that place was lit up over the city.

I had to make payment arrangements for a $1800 bill.

The kids and I, would go hiking on the property together. The barn alone, you needed to drive to. But we would hike the whole property.

There were 13 hawks. And then a den of coyotes. I could hear them on the other side of the gate under a tree, and maybe a den or cave.

I love rocks, and I would go looking for them. I found ones with real gold. It was a lot of fun.

I carried a machete, and we had a dog that was such a protector.. Sam, she was great.

A Dalmatian. And, if a rattler was too close, she would grab it and shake it till it was dead.

We had two small Pomeranians also, a cute little couple. Ginger, and Brownie. Brownie was so smart too.

A few times, the kids would be trapped by a rattler. One by the maid’s room and then one time, my eldest climbed up onto the car and I had to go rescue her. Used my machete. In the meantime, we needed to get water.

It was late, and I was off, just before dark. I was walking up the property, and there, two feet from me, was a rattle snake. So, I just stood still. It was either me or the snake. I didn’t think I had the machete. The snake finally slithered down the mountain side. Later, we drove down the mountain to get water, and accidentally ran over that very snake.

One evening, Ginger was missing, and we went off calling her.

Sam, found her little body. She had been mistaken for a rabbit and a hawk let her drop. We had brought her in, and Brownie just cried, with tears. It was sad. Our dog Brownie, would no longer go outside, and started using the toilet. Yes, a dog used the toilet.

So, we had to make trips for water. And got our water at the very station, Bob was at, and he saw us. We were polite, and then we left.

The next morning, our water supply was missing. Now, at one point, two of my teens took our little station wagon, down the road to use the phone, and they rolled down the cliff. My eldest son, with bumps on his head, afraid to tell me what happened. I went down the mountain with a flashlight, and there was the car, and it rolled many times. The lights and the radio still on, so I shut them off. I had the car towed back up in a day or two, The passenger side door, didn’t close and had to tie it with a rope.

I don’t remember what happened to it, maybe had it towed away.

My father bought us a van. One time, my daughter took it, and got it stuck into the cliff. She was screaming, a big yellow and white snake was there and she ended up getting stuck. I worked nights, so they took the cars a lot. So, of course I hiked down there to get the van. I believe the battery was missing. You are talking about being a ½ mile into the property. So, I had to hike down.. I got the van unstuck and brought it back up. Besides my job, I sold at the swap meets.

We had gotten water again and went to sleep. Bob, showed up, and some how had my car keys. And, he threw them down the mountainside. I had to call the Sherriff. They showed up and tried to help me find my keys, then got Bob to find them. I got them back and the sheriff left.

The next day or so, not only was our water gone, but so was our van. It was parked down the ravine by the water pump. The battery was gone, and wires cut. It sat there for a few months. Then, I kept getting notices from the city, saying it was an “eye sore”. Now, it was a ½ onto the property behind the gate. And I had left the gate open, and they came onto the property and was towing our van away. I was hiking down there to get the mail and saw them. I ran and hung onto the tow truck begging not to take it.

I had to have employees at work, when I switched to swing shift.

And security would fight over who got to take me home. Crushes.

Not me, I kept my work and private life separate. One time, we had wall to wall food, and I bought the kids McDonald’s. and my youngest son, wanted McDonald’s again, and I had to say no.

So, the next day, he told his school that we shoot animals to eat and then of course the sheriff came up. He saw the wall to wall food, the huge, commercial refrigerator full. We had a commercial kitchen and a huge stove. He talked to me for a while then left, laughing.

I had to pay for towing and a battery and repairs on the wires.

Well, I didn’t have a ride one day, and walked down to use the payphone. Of course, Bob was there. And of course he approached me. So, he offered me a way to get water. I remember him opening his trunk, And, guess what was inside. Clear baggies of me and my kids, clothes, and hair clippings. My undwear. Oh, made me sick.

So, I decided to rent a U-Haul. Brought up the water.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The high bills, debt, and a stocker psychopath.

I paid the van, and got it home, we moved down into town, hoping he would not find us. But he did. First, our dog Brownie got stolen at the new house, we knew who did after a while, because one of my kids saw him. We had been hanging flyers all over. She saw him and then the dog kidnapper wanted a few hundred dollars. She followed him. I called the sheriff’s a few times, and I could hear him barking in the house. They wouldn’t help. Then, a few weeks later, we no longer heard him barking for us.

My kids rode the bus, and apparently, Bob saw them get off and walk home.

Later, we got a new dog, Wolf. He looked like a Wolf.

I was working the night shift, and Bob, went to my house to scare the kids. He was knocking at the door, asking my eldest son, “ Are you ready for your spanking”, My dog, not sure how he got out, opened the door, and jumped full force on Bob, knocked him to the ground, and grabbed him by the throat. And, he ran away.

My kids are a bit mischief. They would get the second youngest, to slide under my bed and reach my wallet under my pillow.

They did that. And, one day, they headed off a Kmart to go shopping. On the way, there was a little shack, for farmer western fairs. Walking by, it had a foul smell. Inside was a dead man.

They came home to tell me. I found out they went shopping first, then came home, I had my van back. And took them with me, told them to stay back. These two scraggly girls in a beat up car pulls up to me, and says “can I help You”? said, “There’s no one there”, and that was bizarre. They drove off, and the stench, stayed in my nostrils. Infact when I drive with my windows down in the summer, I get that smell in my nose, passing bridges. Cannot forget that smell.

Things were getting better. One summer evening, I had just made a nice bbq dinner for the kids. They were outside playing. Everyone came in, except for my deaf daughter. We searched everywhere. I called the Sheriff. Hours went by, and I drove behind the gas station. I had that bad feeling. There was Bob, the sheriff looked all over town for him. But I found him. And he had his arm over his seat like he was holding something down.

After talking to him, I was heartbroken. There waa barely any light left.

And I was standing out front, and squinting my eyes, blurry with tears, My daughter was walking towards me all frightened.

I held her in my arms, and kept trying to ask where have you been?

She kept pointing and trying to talk. So I took her in the car, and we drove. She took me behind the gas station and pointed to Bob. He saw us and was grinning and friendly, and my daughter started crying. We left. The clothes she disappeared in, were not on her.

She had clothes that were too small, and she had outgrown. And ripped little stockings.

So, we moved back to our hometown, to get to a safe place.

A couple years go by and my eldest son, who Bob frightened with a knife at our house, was walking across the street, wearing a hoodie jacket. We were crossing the opposite side of and heading right towards him and had to walk around. My son did not tell me it was Bob, till later. That is how scared he was. This is my story about BOB. And, I also forgot the time after the van was repaired, and I was at work, he had did something to the fuel. So, one day after work, I stopped for some groceries, and the engine caught fire. All the groceries were burned, the fire got so bad, it blew out the windows, and the van got towed away by a tow truck driver. The fire department couldn't contain it. Anyways, I needed to insert this into the story because, that was the end of that van..

This #TellMeAStory

It’s origins of this chapter had started taken place, at the Victoria Ave. house. The time when I could no longer walk, and was rehabilitating myself. I went from being able to go out into the World, and creating an online outlet of my abilities, and opening a creative outlet, which, if I had ever taken the time to do so before, not have explored this creativity because of a constant job, or belonging outside of my home

I had already been recuperating downstairs for a while.

I was now able to make it upstairs to my room. But, worked in my office downstairs.

Managed to design my own dating website, yet, without being able to afford paid advertising, I joined a random one online. Who knows what my profile had said about me? Especially since I am all into Medieval Times. The knight who rescues the fair maiden.

Then, of course, having to throw Magical Merlin, a healer of all sorts, may have attracted this man. I had spinal injuries, so why not ask a magician?

Small chat from the beginning. Then, later, this healer wanted to help out. He did not match his profile, no, he did not. Get him to California, learn a little bit of healing and understanding, on how I could heal by myself. Doctors couldn’t help me. I had recuperated at home from the beginning. So, scarring over injuries, had already begun.

He traveled from Michigan, and I had picked him up in Las Vegas. He had this bit, musky smell like a faint mildew. He wore eyeglasses, then when he took them off, A Clark Kent in disguise. Piercing blue eyes, Hair length just to the shoulders, and wore a green long-coat army jacket. Years ago, I found Dungeons and Dragons role-playing, fascinating.. What a fun game. There were a couple from a church in Nevada who played. I stopped playing because the husband, started focusing on me, and not my pretend character. I do not interfere with relationships, so I no longer do.

This magician, a healer, reminded me of A FINAL FANTASY character. Kind of like a bunch of rag-tag muffin crew, that went on adventures together. I could play that by myself.

He reminded me of my first husband, except he had long black hair to his buttocks. He was a bad obsessed person, yet I will write about this one here.

Either, I was not getting a clear perception in the beginning, or in total denial. My focus was to fix the bodily affairs.

I mentioned earlier about the house on Victoria Ave. My whole room was upstairs. My kids would fall in their areas, only to find them dog-piled on top of me in the morning. We were all that close. A bond, no one else had.

First, he built this heavy make-shift door. Not letting my children in, stopping the dog pile ritual we had. So, if I haven’t mentioned this in my story before, I have to fill in the blanks as I tell my story.

I don’t believe I took on the casino job up at Morongo, till we relocated to Fisher St. Perris, California.

Anyways, I would work, yet, I hold his hand, to take him into a job interview. Just utter ridiculousness. He would lock my kids out and have me lie down, then rub energy between his hands. You could feel it, not just warmth, the energy. Then, I could proceed my duties throughout the day.

One time, my father gave me his white pickup collectible that he kept for years. In fact, I would use his truck to trim his trees and haul trash for him throughout the years. He had a long trailer, in which we could add tall walls. It was actually for hauling cars and restorations.

Well, this magician, one day, placed the camper shell on top, forgetting to lock down the latches. I had to go to work at the Casino. So, my eldest son came with me to drop me off at work. I wanted him to be the responsible one in the family, incase something would happen to me. So, on the way to work, the camper shell flew off on the freeway, and broke into many pieces.

My kids did not tell me enough to find a way out of this magician’s grasp. I think things were escalating without my knowledge.

I came home one day, and heard that when my youngest daughter who was walking home from school, this magician tried to meet her. Well, my second youngest daughter ran through the streets finding them and grabbed my daughter’s hand away from him.

She is a very tiny, small, and petite thing. He knocked her down, and she hit her head on the concrete. And he began to beat her.

I came home, and found out at least a partial of the story. Of course, I was off work for a few days. I could not go get help. We were in clear and present danger. I had to think, use my mind. Keeping him calm and not being able to let my kids know what I am doing. They won’t listen today. I see things at a higher perspective. I had no time to explain.

I confronted him about installing spyware on my computer. My computer was next to his. I had to be careful to what I was to say. But I had to plant this seed, that there are many reasons why this can no longer work out. Because the next day, I would make an offer to send him back to Michigan.

It was a “normal” evening, with the kids locked out of their mother. It was best. Keep them away from this. So, eventually, we went to sleep. Knowing I wauld have faced evil and taken off the sheep’s clothes.

It was about 3 am in the morning. My angels are watching. I woke up, and wanted to use the restroom and needed something to drink. I had to drink tap water, not to wake him up.

So I am at the sink, washing my face, and filling a glass to drink.

And, to my right side, was something forming. Almost looked like when you would be in a desert and see a vision of wind and heat bending.

I am watching this thing from. It looked like 3 electrical wires, like pewter-type metal. And on each electrical wire growing, looked like little zipper teeth. I started getting scared, of course, and amazed at the same time. So as this 3 lines, spinning so fast, closed, it looked like 6 lines. Spinning, spinning. These lines grew all the way to the ceiling. Then, it started opening. At first, I thought, they were coming to get me, that I had did something so bad.

No, I didn’t do that.

A doorway was opening, some could say a portal. I wanted to. I knew what was coming through was not at all bad. But a flash, thought. My kids are out there with a monster. Sprawled about the house in their beds. I would forever reqret walking through with the one that was coming to get me.

The bathroom lights, emitted unusual brightness. I decided I was to stay.

So, I put my head down, and slowly spinned myself towards the bathroom door, opened it, walked out, and closed it.

I had climbed back in bed, Frozen, and went back to sleep, telling no one.

The morning was a bit dreadful, and I could hear birds making an unusual amount of noise outside. Like trying to get my attention. I looked out the window, and it was nice and sunny.

I am thinking to myself. Okay, so it will not be so bad. I will confront him now.

So, I said to him in a kind voice that it is time for you to go back home. My kids (older ones), will come and pick you up, and fly you anywhere you want. (just not here, I thought to myself).

Well, he didn’t like it. He did not like what I was saying. Even in kindness. Not a chance.

He said that old cliché. “If I cannot have you, nobody can”. Can I call him a curse word now?

Well, I will do that silently then.

He threw me down on my bed. Leaping on top of me. I still have phantom pain once in a while on top of my thighs. And began the beating.

He put his hands around my neck and proceeded to take my life.

You have to understand, that we were not alone in there. Then, when that didn’t work, he grabbed my pillow and proceeded to smother me. All I kept thinking, was that my kids were next.

I could hear one of my kids outside the window, and some at the door, trying to get in, screaming my name.

It was at that moment, this is it. It will be final. Down to my last breath.

And, I thought, God, I need your help right now. So, I said, "Help me, lord".

I was about to pass out. Don’t know how it happened. My head turned gently, and I could catch a bit of air.

I said, “I love you.” .. What? It did not come from me.. No way. But those words came from my very mouth. Those three words that are so sacred to me. How?

He stopped and slowly stood up. like in a robotic movement. I could barely see, between the mattress and the pillow, still on my head. Then, He leaped backwards. almost jumped away. I am seeing this, and it didn't seem like it was him anymore, like something took over him. And, his attitude, like so bizarre, as if he wasn’t just trying to end my life, was gone, just gone. I can’t even explain what I was seeing. I needed some kind of eyeglasses to see.

He even extended his arms and stood me up.. I was like a rag doll. I couldn’t catch my breath. My throat was so closed. And I was gasping for air. I couldn’t even talk. My words were all choked up. Then, trying to breathe, talk, I was standing bent over. And,

I threw up, puking, and urinated all over myself. I was a hot mess and had drool just running from my mouth.

He acted like nothing that had just happened had happened. And, he started a shower. At least I could shower alone without him. As I was dipping my hair and my face in the water, there was a firm hand, then a few pats. My guardian was here.

I still had to get help. So, that was a very long day. Not, until tomorrow, could I escape. I had work.

I didn’t go to work. I went to the Sheriff’s station. Told them everything. I was even a male, then a detective. It was’t going to be a he said, she said story, not this time.

They took pictures. Big hand prints around my neck. Bruises all over my arms, legs, and everywhere. They went to my house, and arrested him.

I did not have to continue torture and have to attend court, and relive this. No, not at all. So, he was in prison for just over a year.

He went away to prison for attempted murder, yet, how on earth was he let go?

I got a call from the local sheriff that in the evening, he would be released. I could not wrap my mind around this. I stayed up late, then fell asleep.

It was about 5 am, I could feel cold air in my room, so I get up and walk down the hall into the livingroom. My nightmare standing before me. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing again.

He says, “I am sorry, I have been walking for miles all night, and I have nowhere to go till daylight”.

I don’t have to be a mathematician, to figure that was not true.

Daylight took such a long time. My kids waking up and seeing me sitting in a chair in the livingroom with this monster. I looked at one of them and nodded my head, and they took off running to the neighbor's houses. They managed to call the older siblings. My eldest and her boyfriend showed up. They came into the door, and had him come outside. “it’s okay mom, we will take care of it”.

They did, I think they took him to a bus, and made sure, he got on it, and watched him go.

This story, I will include it in a zip file that you can download. Domestic Violence, the Obsessed, and the Stockers. A red flag should not be ignored.

I don’t care if you have to walk out with just the clothes off your backs. Walk out, and never look back.

I have many things to tell. This is one of my stories. Fact, and not fictional.

Charla De Hart

April 4, 2025

The King James Version (KJV), also the King James Bible (KJB) and the Authorized Version (AV), is an Early Modern English translation of the Christian Bible for the Church of England, which was commissioned in 1604 and published in 1611, by sponsorship of King James VI and I.^[d][e] The 80 books of the King James Version ^[4] include 39 books of the Old Testament, 14 books of Apocrypha, and the 27 books of the New Testament.

Noted for its "majesty of style", the King James Version has been described as one of the most important books in English culture and a driving force in the shaping of the English-speaking world.^[5][6] The King James Version remains the preferred translation of many Protestant Christians, and is considered the only valid one by some Evangelicals. It is considered one of the important literary accomplishments of early modern England.

The KJV was the third translation into English approved by the English Church authorities: The first had been the Great Bible (1535), and the second had been the Bishops' Bible (1568).^[7] In Switzerland the first generation of Protestant Reformers had produced the Geneva Bible^[8] which was published in 1560^[9] having referred to the original Hebrew and Greek scriptures, and which was influential in the writing of the Authorized King James Version.

The English Church initially used the officially sanctioned "Bishops' Bible", which was hardly used by the population. More popular was the named "Geneva Bible", which was created on the basis of the Tyndale translation in Geneva under the direct successor of the reformer John Calvin for his English followers. However, their footnotes represented a Calvinistic Puritanism that was too radical for James. The translators of the Geneva Bible had translated the word king as tyrant about four hundred times, while the word only appears three times in the KJV. Because of this, some have claimed that King James purposely had the translators omit the word, though there is no evidence to support this claim. As the word "tyrant" has no equivalent in ancient Hebrew, there is no case where the translation would be required.

James convened the Hampton Court Conference in January 1604, where a new English version was conceived in response to the problems of the earlier translations perceived by the Puritans,^[10] a faction of the Church of England.^[11] James gave translators instructions intended to ensure the new version would conform to the ecclesiology, and reflect the episcopal structure, of the Church of England and its belief in an ordained clergy.^[12][13] In common with most other translations of the period, the New Testament was translated from Greek, the Old Testament from Hebrew and Aramaic, and the Apocrypha from Greek and Latin. In the 1662 Book of Common Prayer, the text of the Authorized Version replaced the text of the Great Bible for Epistle and Gospel readings, and as such was authorized by an Act of Parliament.^[14]

By the first half of the 18th century, the Authorized Version had become effectively unchallenged as the only English translation used in Anglican and other English Protestant churches, except for the Psalms and some short passages in the Book of Common Prayer of the Church of England. Over the 18th century, the Authorized Version supplanted the Latin Vulgate as the standard version of scripture for English-speaking scholars. With the development of stereotype printing at the beginning of the 19th century, this version of the Bible had become the most widely printed book in history, almost all such printings presenting the standard text of 1769, and nearly always omitting the books of the Apocrypha. Today the unqualified title "King James Version" usually indicates this Oxford standard text.

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John Speed's Genealogies recorded in the Sacred Scriptures (1611), bound into first King James Bible in quarto size (1612)

The title of the first edition of the translation, in Early Modern English, was "THE HOLY BIBLE, Conteyning the Old Teſtament, AND THE NEW: Newly Tranſlated out of the Originall tongues: & with the former Tranſlations diligently compared and reuiſed, by his Maiesties ſpeciall Cõmandement". The title page carries the words "Appointed to be read in Churches",^[15] and F. F. Bruce suggests it was "probably authorised by order in council", but no record of the authorisation survives "because the Privy Council registers from 1600 to 1613 were destroyed by fire in January 1618/19".^[16]

For many years it was common not to give the translation any specific name. In his Leviathan of 1651, Thomas Hobbes referred to it as "the English Translation made in the beginning of the Reign of King James".^[17] A 1761 "Brief Account of the various Translations of the Bible into English" refers to the 1611 version merely as "a new, compleat, and more accurate Translation", despite referring to the Great Bible by its name, and despite using the name "Rhemish Testament" for the Douay–Rheims Bible version.^[18] Similarly, a "History of England", whose fifth edition was published in 1775, writes merely that "[a] new translation of the Bible, viz., that now in Use, was begun in 1607, and published in 1611".^[19]

King James's Bible is used as the name for the 1611 translation (on a par with the Genevan Bible or the Rhemish Testament) in Charles Butler's Horae Biblicae (first published 1797).^[20] Other works from the early 19th century confirm the widespread use of this name on both sides of the Atlantic: it is found both in a "historical sketch of the English translations of the Bible" published in Massachusetts in 1815^[21] and in an English publication from 1818, which explicitly states that the 1611 version is "generally known by the name of King James's Bible".^[22] This name was also found as King James' Bible (without the final "s"): for example in a book review from 1811.^[23] The phrase "King James's Bible" is used as far back as 1715, although in this case it is not clear whether this is a name or merely a description.^[24]

The use of Authorized Version, capitalized and used as a name, is found as early as 1814.^[25] For some time before this, descriptive phrases such as "our present, and only publicly authorised version" (1783),^[26] "our Authorized version" (1731,^[27] 1792^[28]) and "the authorized version" (1801, uncapitalized)^[29] are found. A more common appellation in the 17th and 18th centuries was "our English translation" or "our English version", as can be seen by searching one or other of the major online archives of printed books. In Britain, the 1611 translation is generally known as the "Authorized Version" today. The term is somewhat of a misnomer because the text itself was never formally "authorized", nor were English parish churches ever ordered to procure copies of it.^[30]

King James' Version, evidently a descriptive phrase, is found being used as early as 1814.^[31] "The King James Version" is found, unequivocally used as a name, in a letter from 1855.^[32] The next year King James Bible, with no possessive, appears as a name in a Scottish source.^[33] In the United States, the "1611 translation" (actually editions following the standard text of 1769, see below) is generally known as the King James Version today.