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Gypsies: Marie, Rose Guerrero (born July 19, 1949)
Location: Beverly Hills, Century City, California
Phone: 877-677-7477
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The first is named Marie 877-677-7477 and the other her "half-sister" Rosie Guerrero. They move around and never told me where or showed me where they lived. (They mainly operate out of hotels). In Beverly Hills, they always wanted me to meet them in the lobby at the Lowes Hotel on Pico and Beverwill and at the Residence Inn on Pico and Beverly Drive.
This is how my story begins. I met Rosie "the psychic" on a Thursday at a farmers market in Century City (I was on my lunch break), she started sharing with me about my aura (she saw the colors green and purple - whatever that means) and that there was something deeply spiritual about me. She said if I had time she would like to give me a reading (for $25.00) so I told her I didn't have $25.00. After giving me more "readings" I finally told her that I could write check (she didn't want that) so "politely" asked if I had an ATM available. Stupidily, I said yes and she said "why don't you just withdraw $20.00 dollars and write me a check for $5.00. I said okay.
This was the beginning of the nightmare for me. She gave me a reading and in fact was very encouraging concerning my career. When she finished, she then said "is there anything you'd like to ask me about?" BINGO! I told her that was "believing God for a mate" and that I was just tired of being alone and how great it would be to finally meet someone to settle down with. I had a preference for Italian men but she "con-vinced" me that I should be more open and that sometimes when an inter-racial couple meet and ultimately marry they're going to have cultural challenges (he's white, I'm black so our cultures were going to clash). I should have seen the red flag right then and there! I immediately labled Rosie a racist and decided this reading is over. Before I left she told me to "write a letter to God" and make sure that I include a prayer concerning God sending "divine intervention" "angels to help me" to get what I desire (I guess that would be Rosie and Marie) and too make sure I sign the letter "Your loving daughter". I still have that letter.
Rosie, in the beginning, was so smooth and kind and caring (as they all start out to be!) she went back to the aura thing and said "I'd like for you to meet my sister Marie, she's much more stronger in this area than I am." So I agreed. This reading with Rosie occured on Thursday. Marie wanted to meet me on Saturday. We met at the Century City mall in the food court. Marie was talking about my aura and how strong I am spiritually and then she hit me with it. She said the reason why I had not branched out in my career and rose to the level of success that I should have is because...get this, my Father's biological mother did not like my mother so she "placed a curse on every child that was born" to my Mother and Father!
NEEDLESS TO SAY, I WAS IN TEARS! I knew that my Grandfather was married before and no one in my family ever discussed her. The only Grandmother we children ever knew was my Father's Stepmother. Who I know for a fact loved us immensly! She got me with that "curse" thing. Marie was very caring and sympathetic (I mean this b----) has got the game down pat (but I'm looking for her a-- and I'm hot on her trail too!) I didn't know what to say. No one had ever said anything like that before and coming from a small Southern town where witchcraft is very prevalent, I thought this can't be happening. I'm a christian now, that stuff is under the blood of Jesus. I even said to Marie, "If this woman did curse us then its broken now in the name of Jesus!) She got a little shaken when I started rebuking that stuff "in the name of Jesus."
I really got caught up in what she said. I didn't even bother to check out the validity of what she proclaimed as a curse. For all I know, this woman could have died before my Father even knew or married my Mom so how can she curse who she did not know or what had not yet occured (they have us)? I was not thinking and got CAUGHT UP IN MARIE'S ANTICS. She was really good at playing her role!
Before the meeting was over I wanted to share a picture I had taken back in July (it was a glamour shot) and she was floored at how I looked.
She then Marie proceeded to tell me that she knew of a single man who was a producer in the music industry in Los Angeles and that he was no small time guy. That he was single and that he too was believing for a mate. She said she had known him for 14 years and had traveled with him recently to Rome in May for a big concert he was producing, the proceeds of which, would be donated to underprivileged children in war-torn cities (can you guess who he is?). After I had given her my picture she gave me a press package filled with information about Mr. Producer and this big event he had produced in Rome. She gave me the press packet to keep. I read the material and I thought, boy how impressive that someone of this stature and importance would want to meet me...or so I thought!
At this point I should have discerned that Rosie went back to Marie and filled her in on everything shared during the "first reading" again, I was not thinking. Now in retrospect, one can easily tell that they cleverly planned and executed this scam to the "T" based on the info I volunteered to Rosie.
Anyway, Marie said if I didn't have a problem with his age she would love to introduce me to this man and perhaps he could help me in my career. She proceeded to tell me that the number 7 is a very important and good number for me (I said, "it's the number of completion and perfection," she had no clue what I meant by that). I gave a laminated copy of my photo-resume to her to give to him and she stated she would get back to me about it. In the meantime, I was suppose to write down my birthdate (2/5 - Marie enthusiastically states his birthday is two days after mine), time I born, where I was born, etc. and to write down three wishes and give it to her. That Saturday night I was dressed and on my way to dinner "alone" and I told Marie that I was looking forward to where I was having dinner because I really liked the Manager of this restaurant-bar in Santa Monica.
As it turned out, I wanted to give him a wallet size glamour shot of me (which he did not accept because he's living with someone already and in his words he "has a woman already"). I said screw this and thought, maybe I'll call Marie.
So I did. The next day (Sunday) and she, of course, asked me about the night before, how did it go. I told her not well, explained what happened and what did she say, "it was not meant for you to be with this man, that's why God sent me to help you." (remember what Rosie told me to "specifically" pray about? divine intervention, angels coming into my life to help me?)
About two or three days later, Marie called me to say that she met with this Mr Producer and that she showed him my picture and she said he said, "wow! this is a young one, look at her eyes and her skin, is this [picture] airbrushed?" This is what the Mr. Producer supposedly said to Marie about my picture. She said she replied "no, it's not airbrushed, this is how she really looks" and according to Marie, he proceeded to stroke my face [in the picture] with his index finger.
So by now I'm like "oh my God, ___________ said that about me?! Marie says "yes" (she sees my ehthusiam and excitement) and the con and deception is on! More importantly, she sternly warns me: DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS! WE DON'T WANT THE PAPARAZZI FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS! after all, he's a really big celebrity!
I suggested to Marie that I'd like to meet ____________ for dinner at his mansion in Bel Air and perhaps he and I can discuss my resume of entertainment experience. I just wanted to meet him for dinner, that's all. Marie said she would speak with him about it and get back to me. After a couple of days, she claims she did speak with him and that he was so nervous about meeting me (according to Marie he's a very shy man) for dinner he didn't know what to wear (his tuxedo or casual clothes). I told Marie, it doesn't matter, it's just dinner. She claims he wanted to know what kind of wine I drank (I said Reisling - she said what?) then she goes, "well he wants to bring in from Florida a very special vintage champagne." I'm like Marie, it's just dinner!
Then she proceeds to tell me that he wants to know what I want for dinner, steak or lobster, I tell her whatever he wants I'll go with, I'm just interested in meeting him for dinner and conversation. Boy, why didn't I see the red flags on this one.
So, the day finally came, (8/14/2004) me, Marie (she invited herself) and Mr. Producer were suppose to have dinner at his mansion in Bel Air, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a snag in the dinner plans. Remember when I told you earlier that Marie supposedly traveled to Rome with this producer? well, she also told me that there was a certain "super model" who was trying to get her hooks into Mr. Producer and that this "super model" did unspeakable things to this producer while in Rome.
As a sidebar, she said this producer and some other celebrities (males) he had invited to this event we're all standing around talking when this "super model" stood up, pretended to drop her wallet out of her purse, bent over to pick it up and all you, they, the world saw ass! She proceeded to pick up the wallet, turn back towards Mr. Producer and proclaims to Mr. Producer (in front of the other guys and of course, Marie) "You know you want me _____________."
That's just one of the many hairbrain stories Marie told me about this trip to Rome with Mr. Producer. Anyway, Marie claims that this "super model" was really hot after Mr. Producer because he's a billionaire and this "super model" just wants him for his money. Now the story get even thicker because it's at this point that Marie is now referring to Mr. Producer as my "soul mate" or "my husband!" I said, "Marie, I haven't even met this man yet and you're already referring to him as my soul mate?" She says "I know it's meant for you to be with this man but I'll talk with you about that later."
Anyway, back to the dinner that never happened on (8/14/2004). I get a call from Marie that this "super model" at one point asked Mr. Producer to come to New York because "she's lonely for him." Marie claims he said he wasn't lonely for her and hung up in her face. At this point, according to Marie the "super model" got angry and decided to fly back to Los Angeles to confront Mr. Producer about why he turned down her advance.
Now remember, according to Marie, she and Mr. Producer are and have been friends for the past 14 years so I guess they do what friends do all the time...TALK! I remember at one point Marie did say that Mr. Producer was like a brother to her. So, according to Marie, Mr. Producer told Marie to tell me that this "super model" meant nothing to him and that he doesn't like skinny "w-----" he likes women with some "meat" on them.
Everyday, Marie and I are talking and she's giving me messages from Mr. Producer about how much he wants to meet me, so I say to Marie, "why don't we reschedule dinner?" She said okay, I'll talk to Mr. Producer and get back to you. That was on (8/18/2004). On or about 10:00 p.m. I get an urgent call from Marie regarding the "super model" and Mr. Producer.
According to Marie, on (8/19/2004) this "super model" shows up at Mr. Producer's mansion (at the front gate) demanding to know why he's giving her the brush off and according to Marie, proceeds to kick and scream obscenties to Mr. Producer while at the front gate. Mr. Producer is on the cell phone with Marie telling her what this "super model" is doing. The "super model" arrived at Mr. Producer's house in a tightly clad black leather pant suit (the sprayed on kind), very low cleavage (according to Marie, he saw this from the security monitor in his home) and spiked black boots. Mr. Producer, according to Marie, tells his security people to escort the "super model" off his property.
So....the next day, again (it's always according to Marie), Marie says the "super model" comes back to Mr. Producer's mansion with a police escort. Becuase she is who she is, she has connections in LAPD. The "super model" comes back with this police escort (at the front gate) with papers claiming Mr. Producer raped her. The "super model" is saying all of this on the intercom system at Mr. Producer's mansion. According to Marie, he recorded it.
Marie says she told Mr. Producer to run out of the house as quickly as he can and get to the nearest hotel. So, according to Marie, Mr. Producer ran out of the back gate wearing a cap, jeans, sneakers, t-shirt, and a Lakers jacket. He hitched a ride from a gardner down to the main street (which in this case is Sunset Boulevard). Marie says she told him to wait in the park before going to the hotel because earlier he told her he had forgotten his medication. Marie was going to a pharmacist to hook Mr. Producer up with his medication (nitrogycerol) - that's what Marie told me.
Now this whole time this fiasco is going on, I'm getting anxious because now I'm really worried about Mr. Producer. His age, his medical condition, the "super model," the police, the stress of it call can really cause serious damage to him.
I'm now caught up the euphoria of it all. My main concern is Mr. Producer. Marie says he left the house and DID NOT TAKE CASH OR CREDIT CARDS WITH HIM. Big clue right here that something is not quite right!
During one of Marie's many stories, she claims Mr. Producer has so much money that people who are working in his office at the mansion are ripping him off; his house staff, officer manager (who, according to Marie, was the "super model's" best friend) and would always put the "super model's" calls to Mr. Producer, BUT when he became interested in me, he no longer would accpet the "super model's" call, so he didn't trust the people who worked for him.
This was the BIG DECEPTION AND LIE! The fact that he didn't have credit cards nor cash meant that his new "soul mate" whom he never met was now responsible for his well being and according to Marie, Cardinal RM (she named him too) who also knows Mr. Producer, demanded that he not use his credit cards or take cash out of his ATM because the "super model" and others would know about it and attempt to locate him.
So...Marie, Cardinal RM, Monsignor Hickey, Monsignor Globe, Monsignor Waters, Mother Superior, and others are now in the mix (these were all the people working on my "case")and they are telling Mr. Producer to get out of town, get to Las Vegas. Marie calls me at work hysterically proclaiming "_________ wants to know if it's now or never for you and him." I said, "what?" "what are you saying?" She states again, "______ wants to know if it's now or never for you two." So I respond back, bewildered and yet excited "it's now!" She tells me she'll keep me posted on what's going on. Mr. Producer is on his way to Las Vegas. This happened on a Friday after I got off work.
In the meantime, Marie tells me I have orders to rent a SUV and meet Mr. Producer in Vegas so we can "be together" because he just doesn't trust anyone anymore and since they "team" has found me to be his "soul mate" I'm the only person he can now trust.
But, oh, oh! another snag in the plans. After I stupidly rent a SUV to drive to Las Vegas to meet a man whom I've never met but am now so deeply involved and concerned about, Marie stops me and says, "wait a minute, take the SUV back to the rental car place, I've got bad news," so I say "what now?" Marie claims that while Mr. Producer and Mon. Hickey were on their way to Las Vegas, they got stopped by the Highway Patrol for driving with a busted tail light and that Mr. Producer when he was asked to produce his ID, told the officer he was someone else but that the officer recognized Mr. Producer and asked him "why did you give me another name when that is not who you are?" "I know who you are?"
This is what Marie says happened. The officer, according to Marie, let them go because he had to respond to another call so Mr. Producer and his pals drove into Las Vegas to get away from everyone who was after him and his money.
After Marie told me this I was livid, angry, crying, very, very emotional. I had not spoken with Mr. Producer, had not even met this man but felt very sorry for what was happening to him, I was becoming very emotionally attached to Mr. Producer and according to Marie, he was feeling the same way towards me...or so I thought.
Let me go back to the curse thing for one minute. Marie said she had consulted with others on her "team" and they had discovered some things about me from my "past lives." She/they claimed that I had "two heart beats." Some spiritualist named "Silverhawk," Mother Super or Sister Emily from Canada (she always, always, always called or referred to Canada for everything!) said that in my past life, that the gift of healing was in my hands and that my main concern was to do the work of God and that there was an assistant, a guy, who was very fond of me but I didn't like him nor was I interested in him, I was only interested in the work of God.
These "spiritualists" said that I would create special oils and that I would lay my hands on people whom the Doctors have virtually given up on and that through these oils I created and through laying my hands on people they would get instantly healed. These "spiritualists" also claimed that because I didn't like the guy who was fond of me that he eventually committed suicide and this is what caused the "double heart beats." This is what needed to be "broken" over me. It was this "twin soul" they called him, that was preventing me from getting with Mr. Producer. That's why things went wacky every time it was time for he and I to get together. The "twin soul," was someone who attached himself to me from a past life, and he didn't want anyone else to have me. This is what Marie said the "spiritualist", the team who are working on my case said, this is what needed to be broken over me and this is what was going to cost me $20,000 to perform the ceremony of breaking this "thing" over me so "me and my husband" (as they like to say) can be together...My brain is just beginning in the wash cycle.
So now, it's going to cost me. The very first thing I had to do, according to Marie was to purchase pastries. These pastries had to be purchased for "God" and besides, according to Marie, "your husband loves pastries." I told Marie I didn't have the money for groceries on my ATM card and she said "don't doubt, just believe." So now they are officially working on my "case" and so we need to go a supermarket and purchase groceries for Marie's team so they can "work on my case." Before we enter Whole Foods Market, I'm to purchase these groceries using my ATM, so Marie tells me to pull out my ATM, make the sign of the cross and speak my name and Mr. Producer's name three times before walking in the store. I did that. By the time Marie finished shopping for her, her team and God, I spent $219.00 in groceries! I was not thinking...my brain is still in the wash cycle.
Marie kept in constant touch with me and demanded that I stay in touch with her. Mr. Producer is still in Vegas hiding out from the would be robbers, so of course I'm concerned about him and I finally got up enough nerve to ask Marie, "when can I talk to ___________?" Marie, of course has to consult with Mon. Hickey and Canada and she'll get back to me. The answer comes back. "Yes, you can talk to __________, but we're going to have to burn a 'special candle' to make sure your twin soul does not act up." "Mon. Hickey said to go to the Residence Inn, Rosie is going to meet you there in the lobby, when you pick her up, go to the ATM, get $300 dollars, put it in a white envelope write your name and ___________ name on the envelope, give it to Rosie, take her back to the hotel, you go home straight from there, don't make any stops and call me when you get home."
These were my instructions from Marie...the brainwashing/mind control has now begun. So, what do I do? as soon as I get in the door to my apartment I drop everything, pick up the phone and call Marie. She tells me to stay by the phone she's going to call me back in 10 minutes. After she calls me, then I'm going to get a call from my "husband" "soul mate." That's what they call the person they're trying to do this "special work" for on your behalf. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, I get a call, it's a man's voice. In my (brainwashed) mind, it's Mr. Producer.
He sounded very, sweet, deboniair, kind and loving. I sang "Unforgettable" to him, he said it was one of his favorite songs, he started to cry. I was hooked! We talked about all of the wacky stuff that was happening that was preventing us from seeing each other. He said that he has known Marie for 14 years and that she helped him out in many situations. He said although he had not met me yet, that he felt as if we had "known each other from a past life," and in fact Marie made mention that we did know each other from a past life. We we're once married but another woman came into the situation and broke that marriage up and so now we've found each other again...in this life...my brain is still in the wash cycle.
Mr. Producer (or someone posing as Mr. Producer, remember I never met him in person, I don't know what he sounds like) and I talk for about 45 minutes, the first time. He has a wonderful sense of humor and he would tell me all the time "girl, you're funny, you make me laugh." I thought, boy that's a welcome relief from all the crap he's been through (remember, I'm believing everything, every word that came out of Marie's mouth concerning this man). We'd always talk about the fact that we couldn't wait to see each other. He'd always say "when I see you, you owe me a hug" and I'd always respond and "you owe me a kiss." After talking with him I was always told that he loved to play this song by Jessica Simpson called "You Take My Breath Away." That supposedly was the song that reminded him of me (remember, all he ever had in his possession was my picture. We never met) and he would play it over and over and over again. This is what I was told.
We talked quite a few times after the initial call and about the third or fourth call, Mr. Producer said to me, "come on girl, let's do this thing, you're not getting any younger, neither am I (He's 29 years my senior), what do you say?" I slowly, utter the words, "I will, I will." He mentioned to me that Marie said I needed to raise $20,000 dollars to get rid of this "twin soul." I told Mr. Producer, my "husband" that I didn't have that kind of money and I didn't know where to begin to look to get it. Mr. Producer would always assure me, "don't worry honey, I'll help you." But remember, according to Marie, he has no access to cash or to credit cards or his ATM and Mr. Producer is a multi billionaire.
In our subsequent conversations, Mr. Producer is trying to encourage me to try and "come up with the money, so they can get this over with." I'm thinking, you're the one with the billions of dollars and you're trying to encourage me to come up with $20,000 dollars! As my Grandmother used to say: "Something in the milk ain't clean!"
So this went on for days (he's still in Vegas by the way with the Monsignors). We'd talk, laugh, share stories and he'd encourage me to do my best to come up with the money. Marie and the others told Mr. Producer and I that the money had to come from me. It could not come from my "husband" because I was the one with this "twin soul." So the money had to come from me.
One day, while Mr. Producer and I were talking, I told him I was reading his bio on the internet and I thought he led a very interesting life and career in music. He talked a little about his childhood and some other aspects of growing up poor, then I asked him a question. Marie told me initially, that his birthday was two days after mine (my birthday is 2/5, Marie says his is 2/7) yet every bio I have read on the internet about this man claims that his birthday is in March! They all give the same day as his birthday! So, I asked Mr. Producer, "when did you say your birthday was?" and he responded, "what does it say on there?" I say, "on where?" he says "on the bio?" I thought, "what; you don't know your own birthday?" He rushed to get off the phone after I asked that question...my brain is thoroughly being washed with detergent and now the bleach is being added....somehow, I'm not thinking.
After I got up enough nerve, I asked Marie, "when did you say _________ birthday was?" and she said, "two days after yours." I responded, "but everything I have read about __________ on the internet says he was born in March." Marie's reply; "no, his birthday is February 7th, I've seen his birth certificate." Marie had an answer for everything.
The first $300.00 they got out of me was for special candles, then I spent $219.00 in groceries for Marie, her team and for God. Now that I got a chance to talk with Mr. Producer (while he's still supposedly hiding out in Vegas), I get a call from Marie. She now says that because the team is working very hard on my "case" and there are special prayers to be prayed, there is a "special candle" that has to be burned on my behalf. I'm to go to the Residence Inn, pick up Rosie, proceed to the ATM, withdraw $400.00 cash, go to Ralph's Supermarket and purchase a gift certificate for $350.00 (for God). At this point, I'm livid! "$400.00!" I exclaimed to Rosie. This money was part of my monthly expenses, I needed the breaks on my car fixed (they knew that but didn't care) and other bills to be paid partly out of this money. So I ranted about it and told Rosie that I was not going to do it, so I left the Residence Inn and went home, mad as hell!
My getting mad made no difference...Marie knew exactly what to do. Rosie of course tells Marie what I had just done. Around 10:00 p.m. I get a call from my "husband" and he's upset that I refused to take the $400.00 dollars out of my ATM for this "special candle" and the $350.00 gift certificate for "God." So he says to me, "come on honey, this is for us so we can be together, please go back to the ATM, get the money and give it to Rosie." Again, I say to my "husband." that I cannot because I have bills to pay and that the money is targeted for that purpose. Mr. Producer gets upset and angrily states, "then I guess you're not the one for me after all, whenever I tell someone to do something they do it! now look, my pressue has gone up! keep your little $400.00 dollars" and he hangs up in my face.
I'm staring at the telephone; shocked, shamed, embarrased and confused. I could not believe what had just occurred. Mr. Producer, the billionaire, my "husband," my "soul mate," (whom I've never met) just went postal on me over $400.00 dollars. I went back to bed; five minutes later, the phone rings, it's my "husband" apologizing for his behavior, telling me how much he loves me and wants to be with me and that he just wants this to be over with so we can be together and that he just wants to me do what Marie says because it's for "our good."
At the end of all of our conversations he would always say: "I do Mrs. ________, do you?" Then I would say "forever," he would say "for always" and together we both would say "and a day." I melted when I heard him say all of that to me. He quietly and demurely said, "please honey, please go the ATM and give Rosie the money." I relented and said, "okay." I proceeded to take the rollers out of my hair, changed from my pajamas to my sweatsuit and proceed to drive to the nearest ATM to get the $400 dollars to give to Rosie. After that, I went to Ralph's Supermarket to get a $350 dollar gift certificate but funds were not available. Do you think that stopped them? Rosie got on the phone with Marie and told Marie that I couldn't get the gift certificate, so Marie tells Rosie to tell me to try all of my ATM cards and of course, there's no money, so I was unable to get the gift certificate. Rosie didn't seem to pleased at this and I guess neither did Marie.
So, the word gets back to Mr. Producer, my "husband" what I had done and he's happy that I did it; he thanked me for being obedient and then we proceed to talk about "our wedding." Marie has filled my head that Mr. Producer is a big lavish spender and he likes the finer things in life (I do too! for that matter) so he wants "our wedding" to be perfect. Only my immediate family and a few of his "celebrity" friends will be invited to this "wedding." A certain international designer is suppose to make my wedding gown, a certain talk show host will have the exclusive on our nuptials, a certain singer is suppose to sing at "our wedding," A famous artist is going to paint our portrait. All of this will be held at the mansion...unbelievable? this really happened to me...I believe these gypsies have a scheme for every situation...my brain is now in its 25th day of washing.
You know as I'm writing this, I am so totally shocked, humiliated and embarrassed to share this story but this happened to me JUST RECENTLY and I don't want this to happen to anyone else. These gypsies seem to pray on educated people (women primarily). Marie kept asking me: "Angel, how is it that you're so smart, that you know so much?" and my response to her was always simply, "I like to read."
So now they've got my $400.00 dollars for this special candle. But, alas, there's more "work" to be done. They've got to rid me of that "twin soul" so me and my "husband" can be together. After about three weeks, I tell Marie, "don't you think it's time that my "husband" came home?" "He's got businesses to run and he can't keep running forever, whatever it is he has to face he won't face it alone, I'll be here for him." Marie, said I was right and now she's going to call Canada to get the green light for Mr. Producer to come back to LA and stop running. Marie claims that after my husband got back to LA he told the Monsignor that he wanted to put me in charge of all of his businesses. That he was retiring and that he would sign a durable POA assigning everything over to me. This would protect all financial and material assets from those who were trying to "rip" him off, I would be responsible for running his companies and I would have the ability to fire and hire who I wanted. Because I work at a law firm and I am a Certified Corporate Paralegal, I knew how to get the form and interpret its meaning. Marie needed this form to get to my "husband." From what Marie says, my "husband, didn't even read the document, he just signed it. I thought, "boy, that's pretty careless of him to do that, besides, it must be witnessed by a Notary Public and it's a draft copy, not the original. I don't know what they attempted to do what that form, but I became very suspicious. So I told Marie, "that document is not any good without my signature and a Notary's, we both have to agree to the terms and besides, we're not even married yet, why would he sign the document and we're not married?" As usual, the subject was brushed over and was never spoken of again.
In the interim, Marie is getting calls from Canada and Jerusalem that the "super model" is now resorting to witchcraft in order to destroy me and my "husband's" lives and keep us apart. She's somewhere in New Orleans consulting with a witchdoctor and she's got some of Mr. Producer's personal effects. Hair from a brush he left in a van while they were in Rome that the "super model" picked up. A pair of shoes from his mansion (her girlfriend, the officer manager, let her in the house while he was out of town and she managed to walk out the door with a pair of his shoes). According to Marie, Canada and Jerusalem, she was paying the witchdoctor to make a voodoo doll out of his personal effects so she can stick pins in the doll and he'd get sick or be in pain.
I remember one day he and I were talking and "all of a sudden" he said he just got a really sharp pain in his temple area. (I suppose it was the "super model" sticking a pin in the doll's head or something, I don't know, all I remember doing was saying a prayer for him and after a little while he said the sharp pain went away).
After that conversation, he got the greenlight from Marie, Canada and Jerusalem. Mr. Producer can now come back home to Los Angeles, BUT now he refuses to step foot in the house. He will not go back into the house, not without his "wife." So, according to Marie, my "husband" is now back in LA but he's staying in an undisclosed location and he cannot tell me where but he's somewhere near the ocean. I asked for his cell phone number but he doesn't give it to me. I found that to be very strange. He "supposedly" loves me but would not give me his cell phone number?
When he got back to LA he told Marie that he wanted to focus on his wedding so he wanted to give me something really very special to show his love for me and to give me something like a pre-wedding gift. Are you all aware that up to this point I have YET TO MEET THIS MAN IN PERSON???!!! FACE TO FACE???!!! We've only talked on the telephone!
Now he wants to buy me a pre wedding gift. So Marie calls me up and tells me that Mr. Producer, my "soul mate," my "husband" had just ordered for me a Bentley Azure, champagne in color with the license plate reading "Princess." She claimed that he paid $350,000 dollars for this car "for me" and that he paid some guy $5,000 dollars to drive it from Florida to L.A. Why didn't I see this one coming? Questions began to arise in my mind but I was too afraid to ask Marie: Mr. Producer just paid $350,000 for a car plus $5,000 for a guy to drive it from Florida to L.A. but he doesn't have the money I need ($20,000 dollars) to get rid of this "twin soul?" what's more important, the car or getting rid of the "twin soul?" I smelt a RAT! I guess instead of smelling the rat...I should have caught it, skinned it, boiled it and eaten it (that's a hint).
For some odd reason when she told me this, I heard a little small, still voice say to me "she's playing you." I immediately dismissed what I had heard. I thought this man was a gift from the Lord for me. I had waited all of my life to meet and marry only one man. I was saving myself for that one special man. I live a celebate life because I want to and I truly believe God has that special someone, tailored made especially for me. I just didn't know that the Lord charged so much for your heart's desires! I remember telling Marie that I've been a born again christian for 17 years and that I was saving myself for my mate. She took that and ran with it. She claimed that Mr. Producer was given a 17 carat diamond ring from his Mother (who inherited it from her Mother, his Grandmother) and then I thought to myself, "black people had that kind of money back then?" "besides we haven't met yet, how do you know you'll like me?" and why is the number 17 all of a sudden important?
Marie claimed Mr. Producer wanted to give me this ring and in fact, one night in a telephone conversation, he said he wanted to take me to dinner to a secluded place because he wanted to give me this "17 carat ring." You know, a token of "our love."
The scam played on me by Marie, Rosie, Canada, Jerusalem, Silverhawk, Mother Superior, Sis. Gabriel, Sis. Isabella, The Cardinal, The Pope, Mr. Producer and the "twin soul" took a total of 49 days. I am now on about day 35 and my brain is slowly beginning to go through the spin cycle.
The $1,000.00 dollar special candles from Palm Springs. Marie would call me to tell me, "Mother Superior says we need to go ahead and wrap this case up so we're going to need $1,000.00 dollars from you; can you go to the ATM and get the money?" Over and over again I would tell Marie, "you know that I don't have the money, why do you keep asking when I'm always going to tell you, I don't have it?" she would say that she knows but that I needed to go ahead and get the money from somewhere. This one particular Saturday, after she told me about the designer she had just got off the phone with about designing my "wedding gown" and she built up this euphoria around the dress and the diamond tiara that my "husband" was ordering for me, she proceeded to tell me the story about the diamond tiara.
Marie claimed that my "husband" had called his jeweler to design a diamond tiara because he was getting married. The jeweler was good friends with the "super model" so the jeweler told the "super model" and she got mad. Then, according to Marie, my "husband" was talking with another heavyweight in the music industry about the fact that he was getting married and this other producer wanted to sell his Bentely to my "husband" to give to me as a wedding gift. My "husband" supposedly told this other producer off about trying to sell a used Bentely to him to give to me.
I smell something brewing here? do you?
Well, I got a call later that night from my "husband" and he told me the story about the producer who tried to sell him his used Bentely. Mr. Producer proceeded to say the following:
Mr. Producer: "Guess who called me tonight?
Me: "Who"
Mr. Producer: "D"
Me: "What does she want?"
Mr. Producer: "When I answered the phone, she said 'hi sexy' so I said, 'sorry you've got the wrong number'"
Me: Laughing (along with him)
Mr. Producer: "She called back and said 'hi handsome' so I hung up in her face."
Me: "Let me ask you something; Marie said that you were speaking with B about the fact that you were getting married; aren't B and D very, good friends?"
Mr. Producer: "Yes, they are, you know what? he probably told her that I was getting married and that's why she's calling" I hope she don't think it's her that I'm going to ask to marry."
Me: "You know, I don't think she's thinking that at all."
Do you see the pattern of behavior here? Marie made up that story; told Mr. Producer the story; told me the story, so both he and I can discuss it and it further induces me into thinking that Mr. Producer is now "telling" others about his intentions of marriage, moving it closer and closer to really becoming a reality. It was all designed to deceive me and keep me under their control.
After that conversation and the built up hype and euphoria by Marie it was time to make a withdrawl.
Back to the $1,000.00 dollar 'special candle' from Palm Springs. The next morning Marie called and told me to make sure that I stay in bed that she and the "team" were "working on me." I wasn't suppose to get up until about 1:00 p.m. When I woke up at that time, I was suppose to call Marie. As usual, I called, the team needed $1,000.00 dollars for special candles out of Palm Springs. I wailed, cried, belly-ached, and moaned while Marie is telling me this and I'm saying to her, "where am I going to get $1000.00 dollars from?" "Marie, I'm a receptionist in a law firm, I don't make that much money, where am I going to get this money from?" Marie then responds, "Mother Superior says that you have a 401(k) at work, the candles say that you have money in your 401(k) you can get the money from there." I respond back, "yes, I do have a 401(k) at work but I cannot touch that money until next year (2005) because I've already taken a loan out on that money and you can only take out loans against it once a year."
She, Mother Superior nor Canada was satisfied with this answer, so Marie said, I'll call you back. She called back, and this time she was very firm and insistent on my finding a way to get the money. While she's on the phone with me, she "supposedly" calls my "husband" on the other line and he's telling her to tell me that "he love's me" and that he supports me and that he can't wait to be with me, etc. etc.
Marie always started a conversation off with a "message" from my "husband." She would say, "first of all your husband loves you very, very, very much," and that's how they'd get me hooked into the web of deception.
Anyway back to the $1,000.00 dollars. So I became insistent that I speak with my "husband" about this, so Marie says, "your husband is going to call you back in 10 minutes so you can talk with him." And sure enough, Mr. Producer called and proceeded to tell me to do this for us, we need to be together; you know the rest of the line.
Marie suggested I call friends; family; "what about your best friend 'E?' "what about your Mom?" "My Mom is a retired teacher who's still working in a restaurant trying to make ends meet, you want me to ask my Mother?" That b---- just didn't care what I said. She wasn't listening for "no" So I as I laid on my bed pondering the request that was just made upon me, a voice came to me and said, "do you believe in miracles?" I answered back, "yes, I believe in miracles." Then somehow I was strengthened, got myself together and was getting ready to try and gather this $1,000.00 dollars.
As I was getting ready, the voice said to me; "go to your bank." So I did, yes, I went to the ATM machine. I put my card in, pressed the key for $1,000.00 dollars and the message came back, "you are over the limit, try another amount." So I said to myself, 'okay, what that heck, why not go for $500.00 dollars' and low and behold, the machine proceeded to dispense out to me in $20.00 dollar increments, $500.00 dollars. I WAS IN SHOCK! I COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. THE MONEY WAS NOT THERE, I DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH MONEY IN MY ACCOUNT TO WITHDRAW $500.00 DOLLARS, BUT SOMEHOW IT CAME THROUGH!
I was excited, and elated at what had just happened. I came back home, called Marie, told her what happened, she declared it a miracle, told me to work on getting the other $500.00, then to call her back. I got on the phone, called my struggling Mom, asked her for a loan, she said all she had to loan was $400.00 dollars and I asked her to wire the money to me, she did. After I got the $900.00 dollars, I was short $100.00, Marie said that was okay, I tried. She instructed me to put the money in a white envelope. Write my name and my "husband's" name on the white envelope with a prayer that she had spoken to me and that I was suppose to repeat; word for word. She always did this.
After putting the money in a white envelope (with the bills facing towards the front of the envelope) and with the prayer written on it and and after verbally praying; I was to make the sign of the cross three times (for the Father, Son and Holy Spirit), and say my "husband's' name and my name three times while simultaneously making the sign of the cross, give Rosie the envelope, go home and call her when I got home.
Up to this point I've given them approximately $1,919.00 dollars. I still haven't met Mr. Producer, my "husband," "soul mate." Whatever work they're supposedly doing, I'm not feeling it and my brain is now turning in the spin cycle, full on!
That was Saturday, I had just given these people $900.00 dollars cash. On Sunday, August 22, 2004, Marie calls me to come and pick her and Rosie up. I, as usual do what I am told. I'm not told where to go until we're together. That's how they get you to do things for them (make purchases, etc.). They don't tell you over the phone, they wait until you're in their presence and in the car and then they tell you where to go. So, we're going to Calabasas for dinner (all I know is that we're going to Calabasas; where in Calabasas? I don't know).
We arrive at a restaurant named Fins. Marie sets a place for herself, Rosie, me and God. (I didn't know God liked to eat seafood!) We sit, we talk. She's asking about my past, about my taste in fine things; she likes the way I carry myself; that Canada has a file on me and that in this file it is known that I have lived "7" other previous lives, I was a Queen. I was not meant to be poor, that somehow satan got in the mix and I ended up in the wrong family but what kept me going and kept me strong was the love we all have for each other. She said, I lived in royalty, I did not even have to brush my own teeth. Someone was assigned that task. As we're nearing the end of the meal. That small, still voice spoke within my heart again and this time I heard it loud and very clear, it said "they are using you."
I pondered what I heard and knew instinctively that the voice that I heard was telling me the truth but somehow, I just couldn't break the hold these people had over me. So you probably know what happened at the end of the meal. Marie tells me to take out my ATM card, make the sign of the cross three times while simultaneously my name and my "husband's" name. The server comes back, I give him my card. Meal paid for. Remember, just the day before, I gave her $900.00 dollars. I wonder what happened to the money? Oh, that's right, "special candles," "work to be done on my case," "Canada is calling."
Knowing Marie she spent it. She didn't drive but I remember checking her out. She wore a Cartier watch with diamonds around the face, a 1 1/2 carat diamond ring that seemed to be set in a gold metal prong on her left ring finger (she told me she was a nun, I thought they're not to marry?) and she carried a Coach tote. She told me, when I first met her that she wrote books for the Dahli Lama and that there are other celebrities that she "helped" solve their problems. One is a very famous singer who's in trouble with some kids. Marie claims to have prayer sessions with him and his family. She also said that she had a Grandmother who was in the cosmetics industry and that this Grandmother left her with an inheritance of $15,000,000.00 ($15 million dollars).
Now, I'm thinking, if you've got this inheritance, and you see me struggling to come up with $1,000.00 dollars and I'm also struggling to come up with $20,000.00 dollars to get rid of the "twin soul," why aren't you offering to help me out? Boy I learned, never, ever ask them to help you out or for them to pay you back. You'll never get that help and you'll never get your money back!
Back to Calabasas. I paid for the meal, we leave, we drive around Calabasas. Marie hear's that Jessica Siimpson lives in Calabasas so now she wants to drive around and try and "feel" where this woman lives. I'm thinking, "who cares," I just want to leave, go home, get you and Rosie out of my car because both of you and everyone else is beginning to really irritate me. My brain is slowly at this point about to be rinsed clean of the suds and bleach.
I get them back to the hotel (they didn't stay there, that was always the drop off point). I believe they live somewhere in the area of the hotels on Pico and Beverwil in Beverly Hills. As usual, my instructions are to go straight home and call Marie when I get there. A couple of times I went on some errands and they got really mad because I didn't follow instructions, I didn't go straight home. Whenever I got home and called, Marie would shout from the top of her lungs, "where have you been?" "we've been worried sick about you," "your husband has been calling and asking 'where's my wife'?" "your husband is worried about you." This was all designed to maintain some control. I was beginning to be free again. It felt good after I left them to go and do what I wanted to do and not what someone was instructing me to do. That freedom, however, didn't last for long.
Canada's calling. It's Mother Superior, she's more seasoned (she says) than Marie, she wants to hurry up and get this case wrapped up. To use her words, "your 'husband' is in heat, he needs you, you've got to get with him, I'm now on the case, Maria is not strong enough to handle this." Now this Mother Superior (she supposedly was stationed out of Canada) was one tough mother...
She reminded me of a female "Sargeant Carter" from the Gomer Pyle television series. She was going to work with me on getting that $20,000.00 dollars. I remember she called me one Sunday night and told me to make a list of all the people I knew and she wanted me to call them right then and there ("make up a lie" she would say, "tell them anything, just make it sound good enough that they would feel sorry for you so they can give you the money"). Here's this Nun instructing me to lie to people to get money out of them so they can do this "work" on me so I can get with my "husband." She told me to call four people and ask for $5,000 dollars each. After each call I had to call her back and tell her what they said. She didn't like the fact that they turned me down. She really felt that I didn't try hard enough. At one point I snapped back at "what do you want me to do, twist their arm to give me the money?" "If they don't have it, they don't have it!" I don't think she liked that.
Mother Superior bossed Maria around something fierce (or that's what it was made to look like). After I failed to get the $20,000.00 dollars, Maria had a idea. She and my "husband" will agree together to put the money up for me. Remember, this is the "husband" who didn't have access to his ATM or Credit Card because if he used any of these things, people would know and they'd be after him, but now, he's agreeing with Marie to come up with 1/2 of the $20,000.00 dollars I need to give to Mother Superior and the gang so they can do a "special cleansing" on me to get rid of the "twin soul." That rat is really cooking now!
It's getting close to the time for me and my "husband" to get together. He now desires a small intimate wedding, something no one would know anything about, especially the paparazzi! Heaven forbid if they found out! September 17, 2004 is the date (there goes that number 17 again). Marie says the Cardinal is going to marry us but prior to that date, certin "things" must be purchased so the "cleansing" can take place between and my "husband." My "husband" and I must go through this cleansing. The men will perform this "ritual" on him and the women will perform this cleansing "ritual" on me. I was never told what this ritual was, only that it was to remove the "twin soul."
Mother Superior orders Marie to get me and Rosie, we've got some shopping to do before September 17th. We're told to go to Bed, Bath and Beyond on September, 2004. Once we got to the store, Marie started buying all types of merchandise like she's furnishing bedrooms and bathrooms. Towels, curtains, lamps, bedding, all types of stuff. Marie purchased a total of $782.45 in merchandise from this store supposedly for me and my "husband's" big night together. Need I tell you what happened next?
Marie: "Angel, go ahead and pull out your check book, make the sign of the cross three times and at the same time say you and your 'husband's' name three times, and write the check; don't doubt, just believe."
Me: "But Marie, you know I don't have this type money in my account and for me to write a check knowing I don't have the money in the account is fraudulent. I could go to jail for this!"
Marie: "Don't worry, Mother Superior said it would be all right, the check will go through."
Me: "Lord, I can't believe I'm doing this."
After, I wrote the check for $782.45 for this merchandise (knowing the money was not in my account), I turned to Marie and said:
Me: "You have got to deposit this money into my account for these items."
Marie: "Angel, how many times have I told you, I will never, leave you, nor forsake you, I will not do that to you. I will deposit the money into your account. Do you have a deposit ticket?"
Me: "Yes; Marie, I need you to do this right away because when the stuff hits the fan it's not you they're going to coming after, it's me. That's my name on this check."
Marie: "Angel, don't worry, I'll take care of it tomorrow."
I didn't believe her. I was really, really, uneasy with taking her word that she would pay me back for this purchase. She and Rosie took all of that merchandise and claimed that they were going to store it in the "church" until it was time for me and my "husband's" cleansing ritual on September 17th.
September 7, 2004, I call Marie and remind her to deposit the money for the merchandise I just "bought" into my checking account. She does it! She had someone write me a check for $5,000 dollars made payable to me and the money was deposited into my checking account. I asked her about it and she said it was a check drawn from a credit card company. The person had check writing privileges on this credit card. I never questioned it after I checked on line and discovered that she had deposited this check, but there was a catch. Because it was written on a credit card account, it would take seven days to clear the credit card company before actually being deposited into my account.
Marie had to work really fast to get all of the stuff done before that seven day period.
I didn't catch this until way later but here's why she did what she did so fast before the seven day period on that $5,000.00 dollar deposit:
1. September 6, 2004: I made the purchase at Bed, Bath & Beyond for $782.45. Marie also wanted a $500.00 dollar gift certificate but that check did not clear.
2. September 6, 2004: Marie, Rosie and I go to Ralph's Supermarket and Marie purchases $282.26 worth of groceries (potted plants, table stands included). I wrote the check, she promises to pay me back.
3. September 7, 2004: Marie has someone named Adriana Franco write a check payable to me for $5,000.00 dollars.
4. September 7, 2004: Marie deposits the check into my checking account on that morning.
5. September 7, 2004: Marie, Rosie and I go to Costco (after I get off work) and Marie attempts to get me to purchase $3,331.54 worth of merchandise drawn on the check she had just deposited earlier that day. Something tells me she is not aware of the seven day hold on that check, so the Manager at Costco calls my bank and the rep confirms; there is a seven day hold on the check that was just deposited into my account. The rep explains it's because the check is drawn on a credit card and it would need to clear the credit card company first.
6. September 7, 2004: Mother Superior is calling. "Leave Costco and go to U-Haul across the street and rent a truck." Who rents the truck? I do. U-Haul has my credit/debit card, driver license. If anything happens, it's not them they're going after, it's me. I signed the agreement. It never ever dawned on me why we still needed a truck if we're not making any purchases, then I remembered the purchases from Bed, Bath and Beyond from (9/6). I'm thinking, they're going to move that stuff from the "church" over to where me and my "husband" are going to meet for this "ritual" cleansing...or so I thought.
7. September 10, 2004: I'm instructed not to go to work today. Marie said "Cardinal M said for you not to go to work today, you are to stay at home and wait for further instructions." What do I do? I call in sick.
THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS...
8. September 10, 2004: I'm to drive to the hotel, pick up Rosie and she and I are to go to Ralph Lauren in Beverly Hills (Rosie is to do all of the driving, because I'm the soon to be Mrs. Producer and I shouldn't have to lift and carry all of these purchases. The day before (September 9, 2004, Marie went to Ralph Lauren in Beverly Hills and picked out all of the merchandise she wanted). I was to go to the store the next day (9/10) and say: "I'm here to purchase some items for Mrs. Producer."
I did exactly that.
We put the merchandise in the car and proceeded to Pottery Barn.
9. September 10, 2004: Rosie and I are told to go to Pottery Barn, in Beverly Hills. Again, Marie went into the store the day before (9/9) and selected everything for purchase. I was instructed to go into the store, tell the cashier that I was there to make a purchase for Mrs. Producer. They went to get the stuff.
Just as I did for Ralph Lauren, I did the same for Pottery Barn. I went into the store, the items were already selected, I wrote the check, made the sign of the cross three times, while at the same time saying me and my "husband's" name, wrote the check and walked out with $1,153.92 dollars worth of Pottery Barn merchandise. Remember, a check for $5,000 dollars was just deposited into my account on 9/7 and in seven days, it will clear and all of these purchases, I'm making will be covered, right? Right!
After Rosie and I left Ralph Lauren and Pottery Barn, we were told to go back to the hotel and drop me off. I was instructed to sit down in the lobby of the Crowne Plaza in Beverly Hills on Beverly Drive, and relax for 30 minutes. I was told to invision being with my "husband", I was told to keep my eyes closed while sitting down and to not open them during that time period. "Just picture being with your "husband" Marie told me on the phone "and Rosie will be back to get you in 30 minutes.
While I was outside give Rosie the keys to my car, two elderly ladies wearing ankle dresses and wearing white bonnets in the back of their hair passed me by. To me they looked out of place. They looked "churchy." Before I sat to have my "vision" I called Marie, she told me that two ladies were going to be passing me by. She didn't tell me who they were, but one of them looked at me kind of mean like and I remember saying to myself ("that must be Mother Superior). Mother Superior always referred to my "husband" as her "son."
10. September 10, 2004: The night wasn't over. They were greedy. Rosie and I are instructed to go back to Bed, Bath & Beyond to purchase more stuff. This check, which did not clear, was written by me for $953.30. I was praying that it didn't go through because I was not only physically exhausted but mentally and emtionally. How could I be in the mood to meet or greet anyone after what I had just done? It was at this point that I started praying to the Lord to please deliver me from this evil.
11. September 11, 2004: Marie, Rosie and I, back on the shopping road again, this time Linens-n-Things. Again, I prayed to the Lord to not allow this check that I had written for $820.00 to not go through. The check did not clear. I was never so happy in my life!
This was not the Spirit of God in operation. It was another kind of spirit and I had had enough! Why would God require this of me? My peace had been disrupted? My life was in shambles, I became a stranger to my family and friends, I was isolated from the people I cared about and loved the most. My finances were whacked up behind these constant withdrawls and it was draining; very, very, draining. I wanted out, I called friends for prayer (without revealing what I had done because I knew they knew I knew better than to fall for this trickery and deception from the devil).
12. September 12, 2004: Mother Superior calls me at home and tells me to hurry up and get down to Ralph Lauren. When I get to the store I'm to call Marie. (I was so totally dependent on this person, it was sickening and pitiful to see) I got to the store, called Marie and I'm to write two checks, one for $1,000.00 and the other for $500.00, these are for gift certificates. I'm to do the usual ritual with the sign of the cross, etc. etc. you know the drill. I prayed they wouldn't go through, they did not go through. Truly on the inside, I was jumping for joy. I really felt like I was being delivered from these people. I wanted them out of my life and it was happening.
13. September 15, 2004: Five days earlier (9/8), I was instructed to rent a U-Haul truck for Marie and Rosie so they can take that stuff out of the church and set everything up for me and my 'husband's cleansing ritual. On September 15, 2004, U-Haul is calling me at work telling me that the Police are out looking for the truck and that if I didn't have the truck back before 7:30 p.m. I was in big trouble. I immediately called Marie's 877 number and got Mother Superior. I'm hysterical, yelling and screaming to them that the Police is out looking for the U-Haul truck even as we speak. She hangs up, gets the message to Marie and Rosie and they return the truck, after business hours with the key still in the ignition and the doors locked. The guy had to call AAA to jimmy the lock to retrieve the key.
Marie pays for the truck for the five day period with a "credit card" and gives the guy a telephone number. She does all of this over the phone, gives him no name, no address, no ID.
13. September 14, 2004: This is the day the $5,000.00 dollar check is suppose to clear the credit card company so I can pay for those purchases. Well, what do you think happened? I get a call from Marie to get down to the bank on my break and to hurry up and withdraw the money (the $5,000.00 dollars) out of my account. I get to the bank with a withdrawl ticket, hand the ticket to the teller and what does she say:
Teller: "I'm sorry but there's been a stop payment on this check."
Me: "Excuse me?"
Teller: "The person who wrote you this check, called this morning and placed a stop payment on the check."
I stood in that bank ABSOLUTELY STUNNED AT WHAT I WAS JUST TOLD.
I got on the phone, called Marie, told her what had just happened. "Don't worry" she said "I'll call Canada call me back in five minutes." While I'm waiting to call her back to find out what's going on the bank manager brings me a copy of the check that was written to me and the deposit ticket. I see the name Adriana Franco written on the check.
I call Marie back:
Me: "Marie, who is Adriana Franco?"
Marie: "Hold on, wait a minute, something's going on here, call me back in 15 minutes."
Me: "Marie, I can't wait at this bank for 15 minutes, I'll call you when I get back to the office."
Marie had a story, a lie to cover every situation and she was being told how to handle it and me.
I get back to the office, I sit in my car brewing at what just transpired then I heard that small, still voice speaking to my heart again "they used you and played you but I will avenge this situation." That's what I heard coming from my heart. I was broken.
I called Marie when I got back to the office. Here's the excuse she gave:
Me: "Hello Marie, it's me, what happened?"
Marie: "That was a friend of mine that wrote that check for me. I gave her $5,000.00 dollars cash and she in turn wrote that check to you for me."
Me: "Marie, do you know that I am totally screwed now for all of those purchases that were made from Ralph's, Ralph Lauren, Pottery Barn and Bed, Bath and Beyond?" "I don't have this kind of money?" "How is all of this stuff going to get paid for?"
Marie: "Don't worry angel, I'll help you, we'll get the money to you."
Me: "I've got to go, I'll talk to you later."
I hung up the phone, didn't even wait to hear her say goodbye. I was played, used, abused, made to be a fool. They took advantage of my loneliness and desire for companionship and had me jumping through hoops like a circus dog through a hula-hoop. All I ever wanted was to be loved and to be happy and for one brief moment I really believed I had that, then "the scales began to fall off my eyes" (I'm in tears at this point because it hurts so bad) I began to clearly see how these people befriended me, acted like they loved me, took me into their hearts and made me feel like I was truly special, especially to Mr. Producer.
I guess you're asking whatever happened to the night we were suppose to get together on September 17th? It never happened. A friend of my flew into town from my hometown and I hung out with her and I'm so glad I did. When I got home, Mr. Producer called (I forgot to mention he did call me at home and at work but we mostly talked through Marie, she was the third party...always...it made me sick) wanting to know where I was because that was the night he and I were suppose to get together. I told him I had an important friend visiting in from out of town and spoke back "I'm important too." I responded, "I'm tired and I want to go to bed now, can we talk tomorrow?" That was Friday, September 17th.
On Saturday, September 18, 2004, Marie and I talked and then Mr. Producer called and they both acted like nothing ever happened. I mentioned again, I needed someone to get the money into my account to cover for these purchases. Again, I was promised by Mr. Producer, my "husband" that Marie would handle it. Here it is, Saturday October, 9, 2004 and I'm still waiting for the money to be deposited into my account for these purchases.
Bed, Bath and Beyond, Ralph Lauren and Pottery Barn have reported me to a payment recovery service and I no longer have check writing privileges at Ralph's Supermarket. These people screwed me over and I don't have the money to pay.
Saturday, September 18, 2004, later on that night, Mr. Producer calls my house:
Mr. Producer: "Is this Mrs. Producer?"
Me: "It's ___________"
Mr. Producer: "What do you mean it's __________" "Are you telling me your name is not Mrs. Producer?"
Me: "Look, how can I call myself Mrs. Producer when I haven't even met you, you don't know me, I really don't know you other that what I read in the publications." "How did an innocent dinner, turn into all of this?"
Mr. Producer: "I don't know honey." (Mr. Producer always liked using the word 'honey')
While we were talking I heard some voices in the background, Mr. Producer said he was at some friends house and that he was a little inibriated. I had to have a glass of wine myself. My purpose for the glass of wine was to calm my nerves. He sounded, they sounded like they were celebrating. I remember saying to myself, "they're probably celebrating how they played me" in this.
Marie and Mr. Producer talked about my conversation on Saturday night. I no longer cared about talking with him anymore. Marie tried to come up with stories of certain things happening to him like he fell and hit his head on a concrete sidewalk, the Cardinal took him to the hospital and after the stiching, he noticed the stitches made the number 17.
Or that he and the Cardinal were out walking and something pushed them down on the ground, a car came out of nowhere and tried to hit them and that a boulder came rolling off a cliff and tried to hit the Cardinal in the back of his head.
Marie called me a lot after I guess Mr. Producer detected, you can't fool her anymore, it's over. They claimed that while Mr. Producer was holed up in this ocean front "home" away from home, he left his eyeglasses so he could't see very well. I told Marie, at that time, that I wore contact lenses and that I wish I knew what his prescription was. She asked me my prescription and I told her. Later, Marie calls me back to tell me that she had the Cardinal on the line. They started talking about Mr. Producer, my "husband's" need for his lenses. Marie asked the Cardinal if he knew what my "husband's" prescription and the Cardinal claims that he was just "praying" to the Lord to show him my "husband's" prescription for his lenses and somehow or another, he, the Cardinal saw the prescription written on something and he told Marie was the prescription was.
Marie started shouting, "Oh my God" I go "what?" Marie says, "Angel, you and your "husband's" prescription are a perfect match!" I said "what?" she said "yes, didn't you say your left eye presciption is -4.75 and that your right eye is -4.25" I said, "yes," Marie says, "you two are indeed soul mates, a match made in heaven, both of you have the same eyes."
My brain has now gone through an extensive 49 day washing, spinning, rinsing and I'm feeling like someone needs to hang me out to dry because these people are something else.
So, what I do, I get excited, about this new "revelation." No one is saying anything about paying me the money they owe me or the ordeal I allowed them to put me through. There were no apologies, no nothing, just like it never happened. The subject never came up again after Saturday, September 18, 2004.
Yes, I was instructed to drive by my "husband's" house on many, many occassions. I guess that was to reinforce the belief that this truly was "our" house. If it is, it's a really, huge estate. Everything was always in the plural form. From Mr. Producer, my "husband" and Marie and the others. "Our businesses, our jet (which he was going to rename "Princess"), our homes. Everything was carefully designed and planned to ultimately separate me from my money. They tried to take me for everything and they really wanted my 401(k). They even told me that me and my "husband's" wedding can wait until it was time for me to make the loan on that money and of course my "loving, caring, husband", told Marie to tell me that he would "wait" for me for as long as it takes.
So, Marie, the Cardinal, Mother Superior and others, tried one last attempt at keeping me in their control. This was next to the last time that I spoke or will ever speak to her and those others ever again in this life.
I was told on Sunday, September 26, 2004 that my "husband" really wanted to see me so he asked the Cardinal if I could go to a particular theater in Marina Del Rey and sit in a certain section so he can see me. I'm thinking, "what? this bull crap again?" Sneaking and hiding, ducking and dodging, what's the point of it all? I tell Marie I have no money for a movie but there's a Barnes and Noble bookstore right across from the theater. She said fine, get dressed, get over there and to call her when I got to the bookstore. I asked, "what about his contacts?" she says "oh yes, bring them with you."
So, I get dressed, get to the bookstore about 2:20 p.m. and I call Marie. We talk she says to go downstairs to the magazine section and sit and wait, Cardinal and my "husband" will be passing by momentarily.
Then she said a couple of things before she hung up that sealed my decision. I was going to play this out to see what would happen. Still, by the way, no mention of the money I'm owed.
Marie: "Angel, your "husband" and Cardinal will be standing at quite a distance, you won't see them, but they'll see you from where they'll be standing."
Me: "Okay" (but in my heart saying, I thought this man couldn't see from a distance? How in the world is he going to see me when he supposedly has no corrective lenses on him, I have the contact lenses he needs to see. If he needs them and wants to see me, why stand at "quite a distance")
Marie: "Oh, angel, what are you wearing?"
Me: "A lime green black and gold chiffon top, black pants and black shoes" (in my heart I'm thinking, if he's standing at "quite a distance" what does he need to know that for, he can't see me anyway!)
I patiently waited in the bookstore and after about an hour I decided to call Marie to find out what's going on.
Me: "Marie, what's going on, are they coming in the store?"
Marie: "They were in the store, they saw you!"
Me: "That's impossible, from where I'm sitting I can see everyone coming and going in this bookstore and I know what Mr. Producer looks like so that can't be"
Marie: "Well, they were in the store, did you walk around the whole store?"
Me: "I don't have to, I can see everyone coming and going from my vantage point" "What does Cardinal look like?" (she proceeded to describe Cardinal and what he was wearing - a long black priest robe. She didn't know, but I knew what he looked like too).
Marie: "Just go back downstairs, I'll call Cardinal again on my cell phone and find out where they are," call me back in 10 minutes."
Me: "Okay"
About five minutes later I called back:
Me: "Marie, what's going on, I don't see them"
Marie: They're upstairs"
Me: "What!?" "Upstairs, I don't see anyone" (at this point I'm looking around for a priest dressed in a long black robe and a man dressed casually).
Marie: "Call me back!"
I'm mad as hell again and I now want to stick my arm through the phone and wrap my hands and fingers around her throat.
I call right back:
Me: "Marie"
She hung up in my face. I call back again, someone else answers her phone and I hear Marie in the background telling this person "hang up!"
So this young lady did, but there was no dial tone and I can hear voices in the background and Marie telling her again to "hang up!" This time she did it again, I heard the dial tone and that to me was the end of a long, drawn out, exhausting nightmare.
That was it. I was finished. I knew it was over. I was delivered but I sensed they weren't going to give up so easily. I stayed in the bookstore until 7:00 p.m and thoroughly enjoyed the peace, tranquility and knowing that that part of my life with those gypsies was over.
September 29, 2004: Marie calls me work. Tells me like she did on a thousand other occassions, "your 'husband' loves you very, very, much." I don't respond in kind. "He really, really loves you angel," still no response on my part, she says it again, "did you hear my angel, I said your husband told me to tell you that he loves you, very, very, much." Finally, I respond, "ditto."
The office is really busy and she and Mother Superior are making yet another attempt to separate me from my money. They know I get paid at the end of the month so Marie goes:
Marie: "Angel, you get your paid tomorrow right?"
Me: "Right" (that was not true, I actually got paid on the 29th but what business was it of theirs).
Marie: "I want you to take that check, don't cash it, place it under your pillow when you get home then call me."
Me: "Marie, you know good and well, I've got people to pay out of this paycheck. Remember all of those people I borrowed money from to get to you so you could burn those "special candles" well I've got to pay those people back, remember?"
Marie: "Don't you dare cash that check!" (she was firm, stern and adamant about this. She made it sound like it was her paycheck!). Your 'husband' has got your back, with double barrels." "He's got your back and he'll get the money back to you on Saturday' (October 2, 2004).
Me: "Marie, you guys have already put my back against the wall, I can't do it"
Marie: "But I just told you your husband has your back, you'll get it all back on Saturday."
Me: "Marie, my rent is due and I've got other obligations, I can't"
Marie: "Does that mean no!?" "You're saying no!?
Me: "I said, I can't and besides if the issue is the date then why can't you just wait until Saturday and get the money from my "husband" since he's got my back?"\
Marie: "This can't wait, it must be done now"
Me: "Then I'm sorry, I can't do it."
Marie: "So you're saying no!?"
Me: "I'm saying I can't, you're saying no"
Marie: "Then that's it!"
Me: "Fine with me"
We both simultaneously hang up the phone in each others face. I haven't heard from her again.
Now because I know that this is now a scam and these gypsies are involved with these schemes. How about I received a call from a "Master Card" facility on last Thursday, October 7th. I'm at home relaxing, the phone rings:
MC Rep: "Is this ______?"
Me: "Yes it is"
MC Rep: "Hi my name is Amanda and I'm calling from MBNA Master Card and I'm calling because you were just approved for a Master Card credit card."
Me: "I don't believe this" (disbelief that they would try this bull crap again. I was hip to their stuff now. I knew it was them all over again).
MC Rep: "Are you over the age of 18?"
Me: "Yes"
MC Rep: "Do you have a valid checking account"
Me: "Something like that." "Why?" "Since when do you need a valid checking account in order to receive a credit card?"
MC Rep: (Giggling under her breath) "You always need a valid checking account when you're receiving a major credit card." "Let me get my supervisor on the phone, one moment please."
I waited about 10 seconds and hung up the phone. It's over!
BEWARE OF THESE GYPSIES! THEY BEFRIEND YOU AND MAKE YOU TOTALLY DEPENDENT ON THEM. THEY ARE SCAMMERS OF THE WORSE KIND, I DON'T SEE NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM AND THE MAFIA!
If you're a lonely person an elderly person, a well educated person, watch out! They are looking to rob you blind!
If ever you're in the Beverly Hills/Century City area look out for Rosie Guerrero and Marie
877-677-7477.
Hope my story will help someone. Even writing it gives me a release from this experience.
How's Mr. Producer you asked? I have no clue, after my conversation with him on 9/19. He could tell I changed. I didn't hear from him anymore.
My only prayer is that if that indeed was him, I pray that he's not part of this scheme. If that was him and he genuinely is not a part of it, then I pray that God will deliver him from them.
If he's got billions, then he's a prime target!
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