Reclaiming My Voice "It Rains But Its Golden"

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Even though I was not aware, I was always roofied, sedated, I did know I was in a very bad situation with a very bad person in a very bad place. And I wanted to leave there forever in a day. And then one day, I found out that the reason I was staying, which was a lie that the person would commit suicide, wasn't real. And so I left. I went for a very far place for me, in the same area, but a different little village, and it was just wonderful.

Well, in short, when I lived in Bloemendaal, it was fantastic. It was a little dream come true. It really was. And I don't want to overdo this, but it really, really was a little dream come true to me. 

I had so much fun there, and I met so many nice people, and there was just, all there was. There was just nothing bad about it. But then two friends that lived in the same building I did actually told me to go to a party at a beach club, and I did, and after that I sort of lost myself. 

I was roofied. I did not know that, and I fell into that. So you, you can be growing into a life while you're dozed up or roofied or medically sedated and function, but slowly things, of course, go downhill. And then as soon as you will notice something, when you're roofied, you won't notice what you normally would notice. So if somebody would say, you don't look so good. You should not always go there, than because your roofied you don't really hear or see that. 

So that's what happened. At the beach there was an old man, and he gave me some tea that he said was very special. And to me, it was sort of like, after the tea, I woke up and everything I had was gone. But a lot did happen that I do remember now, and I don't really want to get into it, but he took a lot of my creative abilities, my creative work, and things that he said he made for me or my actual real dad wanted me to have. He teamed up with people and gave it all away. 

So what happened than was that things did get bad at my house. I got burglaries. I had moved to a different apartment, firstly. And that really wasn't so nice. There were different people there, not the go-getters, not the Formula One person, not the real estate person, but the welfare person. And I was a part of the other people with my real estate job and my study for real estate engineering. But I now lived there, and clearly the trouble is that these are just different people, 9 out of 10 times. We're all equal, of course, but they might sooner forget to call the police if something happens or say something when they see something. And that is exactly what happened. 

And so some of these people from my kidnap (the leaders) where I got away from, came back and started drugging me more and more and more. And I did not remember most of what happened and how I suddenly got really big round in my belly again. 

But I lost, yeah, my life, my job, my money, they stole the money. I couldn't pay rent because I was taken away or passed out on the floor or etc.. The house was broken. They just broke parts off. The windows were broken open. The stairway was broken. They just broke the whole house. 

I luckily started to notice something was wrong, and although I could not place it, I eventually just stood up and left, and that was really what saved me at that moment. 

I However, went back to the address where I was originally a kidnap and I did not know that. 

So I had no other place to go. I had to go to the address I grew up. I hated it, it was bad. I never told anyone that, but I knew it was bad (I just never knew it was much worse than I remembered). But there was no money, and I was too drugged to handle anything anyway. So all spaced out, I went back there, and at first that went pretty well. 

It was 2001, I think, when I left, and turning 2002, I started getting ready, working on myself, not eating too much, to lose weight. And you know, for me, this whole memory wasn't back yet. And so what I thought was that the beach actually was a fun place, and I just wanted to go back there for beaches are, of course, fun places. To me, really, I love the beach. I always have throughout my life. And then especially when there's fun at the beach and a little party, some dancing or bonfires and foods and drinks, it's just really sort of my life in a way. So I wanted to go back, and I had this old car that I was made to buy. I thought, I'm gonna repair it. And then I did, you know, I painted it, it looked really pretty, and then I went back to that beach. 

And for a while, things really seemed okay. I had a place to live. I didn't know that I was kidnapped there. The man that was really bad that lived at that address had been gone a while, which is how I could go back, so that was good. And it seemed okay, but then it started, and well, in short, I do tell a lot about it in the video, but they started to drug my tea. I always had tea, tea was full of poison and medical pills and sedation and other kinds of additives. And I was then in a horrible, horrible position, and I got really sick. 

Eventually, I locked the door really well and I got a little better. And I realized that they were very dangerous when I found out that she had been poisoning me and... then I was kind of alarmed, so I locked the doors and I tried to cover up if I thought there were cams cause they always seemed to know things about me. I would cover up the, screws on the walls for instance. At the time, it was in the news that a lot of cameras were found in items like screws, so I tried to cover all that up. And then after a while, I realized that was not smart because, you know, taking the worst-case scenario, if somebody wants to murder you, if they're inside your house and you have everything closed, they can just go ahead and do it, but if you're outside or inside and your window's open and everybody can see you, then likely they cannot. So, at some point, I figured that out and became more open and outgoing again. 

Thank God, cause that's when things changed. I started to realize I needed money to get out, and needed a plan to get out. Needed to lose weight, and travel money. It was the time I got smarter, and just pretended not to be upset about any of this or angry or investigative or alarmed. Instead I just said hello and I just played nice while I started to find ways to earn money. Which was with hair extensions. People had always commented, I have such lovely hair and they wished they had it, and I had always said, well, why don't you just have extensions? And that sort of made me think of, doing extensions so I can actually give them that and make money. 

And then I did and I saved up and I got out, and that's sort of it, in a nutshell.

Well, in spite of the things you could think of happening and whatever you think of New York and America, it has been really, really tough and really, really nice and very, very flamboyantly classy and very, very harsh and poor. 

And that's because at first I had no idea where to make money. I ran out of my money and tried to get jobs everywhere. I'm not the type to ask for things, but I am a type to ask for work. And so I did nothing else but that and eventually learned how to find work there and started working. 

And I still work there now as a financer, commercial finance broker, I should say. I work there doing basically dat brokering, sales, new business development, and management of that whole thing myself. And I'm an associate there. 

So I'm doing really well, but yeah, it's always a struggle in New York. You really have to work hard to get there. I lost my poor cat in the process. I had only one thing and that was my cat. And I was afraid it would be dead as the other cat was murdered  by them, so how ever silly I brought her along and she had I swear, fun all the time. As soon as I bought her travel box, she sat in there all. the time, way before I left. And I will always remember her sweet, sweet face. 

Well, that was it. If you want to know any more, you can always ask me. I would love to tell the press or someone from the police, the FBI, the missing kids department, or a mother looking for her child, asking for advice. Anything. You can always call me. 

My number is 917-715-3163. And if you have trouble reaching me, I would definitely call the feds, the police, and tell them about it, because my phone should always ring and I always will pick up for you.