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