FROZEN FIEFDOM
"Something's Up" In America's Big Berg
featuring
Selected Poems from The Alaska Mystery Collection
and The Tree Series
by Paula Marie Rose
- The Dirty Lowdown
- So, Whadda We Got Here?
- Dedicated to the United States Veterans
- Daily Items and Updates in the New Decade!
- Daily Items and Updates
- Who Is, What Is?
- Alaska Mystery Series Poems
- The Tree Series
- Emails To / From Anna
- B of A Emails and Merlin Teller Printout
- Emails To / From Beth
- Email To Car Talk
- Emails To / From CIA
- Emails To / From Dad
- Emails To / From Dale
- Emails To / From Eric
- Emails To / From Gail
- Emails To / From "Leaves"
- Emails To / From Mark
- Emails To / From Mom
- Emails To / From Shannon
- Emails To / From Valerie
- Email To Pres. Candidate Mike Gravel
- Round Robin Email
- Area 51. UFO's are real.
- International Interests: Foreign Flings and Mud to Sling
- Explanation, Please.
- Poems 11 - 30 In Order as Written
- Poems 31 - 41 In Order As Written
- Poems 42 -
- Have Your Say! and My Closing Comments
- An Unsolved Murder?
- Requests to Officials and Agencies
- TD Ameritrade: Uncooperative Customer Service, Who's Being Paid?
- Eric's Legal Beagle Wears an MD Tag
- Shrink Wrap This! The Affidavit of Elaine Schroeder, Ph.D, L.C.S.W.
- The Infamous Sex Toy Photos, as submitted by Mr. Paul H. Grant, Attorney at Law, Juneau, AK
- From Wedding Bells to Tales to Tell: The Affidavit of Eric William Swanson, my former spouse
- AFFIDAVIT OF SHANNON MARIE MCCORMICK, My Former Best Friend
- THE AFFIDAVIT OF VALERIE BRITTINA ROSE, My daughter, aged 21
- THE BEAGLE BRAYS!
- AND BRAYS
- AND BRAYS, AND BRAYS: Mr. Grant's Barking Won't Shut Me Up!
- BRAYING, BARKING, WHINING: CANINE CONTROL, Check this 10-50!
- IN THE BEGINNING: The Motion That Mushroomed
- BAAAAAHHHHRRROOOOOOOO!! More Braying Echos from the Big Berg
- AFFIDAVIT OF ANNA KATHRYN SANDERS, Former ALASKA STATE TROOPER, and MY OLDER SISTER
- ORDER FOR EVIDENTIARY HEARING ON DECEMBER 8, 2008
- I ASKED, AND HAVE YET TO RECEIVE: My Second Written Motion, Affidavit, Order Packet, dated November 7, 2008
- HOW'S THAT AGAIN? My Journey Through the Amazing Alaska Legal System, and The Words of its Professional Representatives
- HOWL! HOWL! READ ALL ABOUT IT!
- BAH HUMBUG! WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRISTMAS VISITATION?
- Frozen Fiefdom, 2009: The Hot Story Continues
- The Broken Property Settlement Agreement: Whose Hand Was In My Wallet?
- WHEN FOLKS DON'T REPLY, WE ALL WONDER WHY.
- Post Hearing Notes and Information I Should Have Used
- "RUN, TARA, RUN!": Another fascinating story I've written that you won't want to miss.
- The Big Government Cookie Jar; Secrets of Visitors from a Star Afar?
- "Love Offering" Specials! It's another phrase for "Gift, then Get".
- Was the Devil Diddling in Douglas, AK? Or Will the Witchhunt Lead to Washington, DC?
- YA KNOW SOMETHIN'S BREWIN' WHEN...
- WHEN THINGS DON'T ADD UP, I CONNECT THE DOTS, EMAILS, VOICEMAILS, AND "BLACK"MAILS.
- ODDS AND ENDS: DOUBLESPEAK WAYS, AND PREVIEWS OF FUTURE DAYS?
- 1984, AND BEYOND!! A STORY THAT JUST KEEPS ON LIVIN'
- EMAILS TO / FROM JEFF. HANG IT ALL OUT, UNTIL THERE'S NO DOUBT LEFT.
- THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY. AND THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE.
- WHISTLEBLOWER OF THE WEST. I GOTTA DO WHAT I THINK IS BEST.
- The Charlotte Chronicles. Family Fun is Never Done!
- Those Three Little Words Follow Me From Charlotte, NC, To Beautiful Los Angeles, CA
- The King of Hearts Versus The Queen of Spades
- SPY or LIE? GS or BS? Information and CONversation; YAHOO Message Board Style
- The Big Tech Stretch: Eye Spy and Ear Leer?
- Hey NSA, It isn't gunna be Your Way, or The Highway. Nor will I be railroaded any longer.
- Fishing in the Online Dating Pool: Grabbin' every Hook, Line, and Sinker!
- Target Takedown Tactics: You'll know 'em when you see 'em!
- Timeless Travel Tips: Motel Moves by Ogling Oafs
- Sensational Southwest Weather! and the Hunt for Housing in the Valley of the Sun
- HELL'S BELLS: THE TELLS OF THE ELVES RING LOUD AND CLEAR
- IDENTITY THEFT, MISINFORMATION, AND THE GETTING THE INFAMOUS RUNAROUND
- Cecil, he's not blind, as his name means in Latin; rather, he's the Blind Man who seems to see and know so much.
- Double Entendre and DoubleSpeak, Innuendos and Intimidation, Coercion v Common Sense, Komply (with a K) v Knowledge = DDIICCKK; Who's Gunna Call it a Draw?
- SecretGovernmentTarget.com: Simply Proof that "Big Brother" isn't Your Benevolent "Uncle Sam"!
- SecretGovernmentTarget.com web page view
- 2017: Round Two of Paula versus Cecil and Elf Central
- The Final Chapter???
HELL'S BELLS: THE TELLS OF THE ELVES RING LOUD AND CLEAR
Like many ordinary folks around the globe, I stop in at a fast food place from time to time for a snack or a meal.
McDonald's usually has very good plain coffee, and in the last few months, I've noticed an improvement in the food and service. I've been in Phoenix for about five weeks, and have been in several MCD's for meals, people watching, and catching up on my emails.
Today's stop for a late lunch began with my ordering something to eat and perching on a stool as I unpacked my computer.
An older native looking man soon approached the other side of the island with a moderate shuffle in his walk, and through a drip of drool, asked me for money for a soda. I said something about no cash, and he shuffled off to another area. A few minutes later, I saw him appoach the front counter, and walk away with a drink cup. He had much more pep in his step as he filled his cup at the drinks dispenser, and disappeared into another seating area.
Between bites, I checked my email and caught up on the headlines, when a black man appeared next to me and started asking me questions, if I were Aubrey, or Audrey, or some such name. I've seen this gig before, so I ignored him at first, but my curiousity was piqed, and while the smell of booze on his breath was offensive, but he didn't appear drunk.
He continued to ask questions, and was moving about rather nervously, especially when I asked him "Who sent you?" He denied being under the directions of another, so I repeated the question, and he repeated his previous answer. I knew I was smelling the work of Elves, and the items protruding from his mouth were actually noteworthy, reminiscient of some aboriginal triblal body decorations, so I took a better look, and asked him what his name was.
"Israel," he replied. And he said something about wanting to talk about a conspiracy with me, and I pulled out a Frozen Fiefdom card, and handed it to him. The thin white rods that resembled toothpicks jutting forward, were really not an attractive addition to his lips, but he must have thought they were. The pace of his words picked up speed, as did the level of my annoyance; he said something about me being from Israel, and a few other things that didn't make much sense, so I commented on the jewelry he was wearing. He kinda smiled in a smug way, and said he had a BMW parked outside. I said his booze breath and he were both irratating me, and he should leave me alone.
He tossed the Frozen Fiefdom card on the island, and left in a halfhearted huff.
Another black man sitting on the opposite side of the island at the far end, looked at me with mild interest. He'd caught most, if not all, of the brief exchange between Israel and me, and reached over for the card. As he examined it, he asked if he could keep it. I said yes, and he must have taken that as an opener.
He asked me a few general questions, and began to dig for specifics. He mentioned he had was retired, and had recently moved to PHX from North Carolina, for his arthritis. DING, DING, DING! Wow! What a coincidence!
All Together Now, Readers: "I Don't Believe in Coincidences."
I asked him how old he was, and he suggested I guess. I said 47, he said he was 50. Woooeeee! Just like me! Almost as
if he'd plucked details from the pages of Frozen Fiefdom. That's amazing, so now I couldn't wait to hear what he'd say next.
He'd asked my name, and was holding my card, so I stated the obvious and said, "Paula."
He stood up and walked over with an extended hand, and introduced himself as Ed. The tee shirt he was wearing had "Mr. Ed" printed across the front, so I asked about it. "A gift from a friend," was the reply. I asked if it was from his girlfriend, and he said he didn't have one.
{DING DING DONG! I recalled mentioning the name "Mr. Ed" during the June 2007 interrogation/interview, but not all the details of what I said about it back then, other than my frame of reference was not relating to the old TV program.}
Somehow, within a few sentences, he asked me why I was in PHX, and I replied that I was looking for a job, and a place to
rent. He said he had a 2 bedroom house and he'd rent out a room. I politely declined, and he extended an invitation to
go out for dinner. I tapped my tray and said "dinner's right here." He asked what I was going to do later tonight, I gestured in the direction of my card he was holding and said, "Write about today!"
When he asked about my attachment status, I gave my standard reply of: "I'm fond of someone."
That answer didn't seem to satisfy Mr. Ed, and he asked how often we went out. What an unusual question for a complete
stranger to ask. I shrugged and said there's more than one kind of relationship.
It was time to take the focus off me, so I asked about him. The standard list was soon noted: retired, 8 years in the Army, full disability ($4,000 per month he said) here for his arthritis, used to own a trucking co., and now he is just "relaxing."
I mentioned that $4,000 per month was a very generous miltary full disability check, and he said that's what he receives.
"I'm not calling you a liar," I replied, "I'm just saying I've not heard of anyone getting that much."
Of course, there are a full range of physical and mental conditions which can qualify one for full disability, but none
were obvious to me. He had all visible limbs and all appeared to be original from birth, his mental capacity seemed fully functional.
There was a lull, and I returned to my surfing and lunch. Within a few minutes, he said something about not meaning to
pry into my personal life, and we spoke briefly about travel.
Another lull, and I looked at him and asked if he were in
intelligence. He said something like, "Why did you ask?"
"That wasn't a no," I replied.
"That wasn't a no," he repeated.
I mentioned that he had the characteristics and attributes of one who is in intelligence, as I continued to look at my screen.
At some point during our exchange, I mentioned he wasn't eating, and he said something about ordering a shake, and soon
he went to the counter to order. There was some issue with the computer system and there was a short delay before his
order was ready. I suggested he might like my photography site, and he made a few comments as he browsed through some of
the photos. Finally, he stood up, mentioned how his legs were falling asleep from sitting, and turned towards the exit.
Almost as an afterthought, he said, almost over his shoulder, words to the effect of: "Nice to meet you, Miss Rose. Just keep laughing."
It was far from a warm and fuzzy parting comment. And why would some sorta intelligence guy be chatting me up in a MCD's?
Of course, he could have been another wild turkey like "Israel," but it was a whole nuther kind of CONversation. I wonder who I'll meet today as I have lunch...
Below are some emails to Jeff or Cecil about some other folks I've recently encountered, in public places and in my seach for long term housing. If any of my readers have such numerous and equally odd interactions with other folks; send me an email.
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Let's talk about that "homeless" man who I
FWD message:
It's so sad to see such seemingly nice old people in such a sad situation. Looks like I'd better be handing out more cards to more people; as this is really getting smelly and ridiculous.
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Re: Out to lunch already?
From: JR Me>
To: Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Thursday, October 23, 2014 1:03 AM
Subject: RE: Out to lunch already?
i know things are hard keep doing the right thing and keep your chin up...
your a free woman and will remain that way.....
Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 00:16:55 -0700
From: paularoseimages@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Out to lunch already?
To: JR ME
From: JR Me
To: Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Thursday, October 23, 2014 12:09 AM
Subject: RE: Out to lunch already?
https://my.news.yahoo.com/touch-dog-issue-scholars-see-modernisation-muslim-youth-055336929.html
.
https://my.news.yahoo.com/bigger-problems-country-touching-dogs-says-anwar-030010948.html
people really see things differently across the world...
i guess im lucky i got kicked out of america and pushed around i would not have seen so much
and i guess i wish i would force myself to see more so maybe i will...
becoming retarded sucks i wish obama would turn the elf machine off..
he is the commander in chief and the dead of the dod.... he controls so much...
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 23:57:31 -0700
From: paularoseimages@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Out to lunch already?
To: JR Me
From: JR Mey
To: Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, October 22, 2014 11:50 PM
Subject: RE: Out to lunch already?
that nsa is on top of some it seems
becoming more unintellectual is not good or enjoyable
have you seen network yet? the 1976 film a wonderful movie my favorite...
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 23:43:14 -0700
From: paularoseimages@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Out to lunch already?
To: JR Me
From: JR Me>
To: Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, October 22, 2014 11:33 PM
Subject: RE: Out to lunch already?
you left me close to stranded im not sure and dont blame you
but people are getting Manchurian candidate'd and its a tough deal i dont wish to go through...
would you like to come visit me in thailand or another place in asia?
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 21:41:50 -0700
From: paularoseimages@yahoo.com
Subject: Out to lunch already?
To: JR Me
When are you coming back to the USA? If I'm going to be living in motels for awhile, we might as well do some traveling together. Keep those Elves on the move!
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Re: Interesting body language around the Motel 6 today
randy is a lier THATS A FACT SO IS GLENDORA--------------------------------------------
On Wed, 10/22/14, Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com> wrote:
Subject: Re: Interesting body language around the Motel 6 today
To: "cecil mad
Date: Wednesday, October 22, 2014, 9:02 PM
You're behind schedule on the reply key, and Somebody was behind today's action. It was nonstop, from the time I left my room.
Randy probably would have been a good landlord and the place was nice, but I knew the gig was rigged, and you Elfs were pulling wires, and strings.
Sure is disappointing to have to be one step ahead all the time. But, it's the way I was born to be, while having to live in such a world.
From: cecil mad
To: Paula Rose
<paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday,
October 22, 2014 7:05 AM
Subject: Re: Interesting body language around the Motel 6 today
was behind
i missed it please elaborate. stop trying to
cajole me if you want a kiss make a move! this is the 21st century not the 12th or 13th step it up will ya. someone better start showing me the love and PDQ!!!!!!!!!
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On Tue, 10/21/14, Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
wrote:
Subject: Re:Interesting body language around
the Motel 6 today
To: cecil mad>
Date: Tuesday, October 21, 2014, 8:06 AM
No.
But I do find our communication exchanges interesting;
albeit, challenging at times.
What was the sideshow about yesterday; the gal who said she's a stripper, but used "adult dancer"to describe her occupation. I know what I saw, and what she did, and how it can be used.
Do you?
From: cecil mad>
To: Paula Rose
<paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, October 21, 2014
7:18 AM
Subject: Re: Interesting body language
around the Motel 6 today
tell me you love me!!!--------------------------------------------
On Fri, 10/17/14, Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
wrote:
Subject: Re:
Interesting body language
around the Motel 6 today
To: "cecil madr" <>
Date: Friday, October 17, 2014, 2:43 PM
Nope. I'm highly annoyed and not in the mood for
another boatload of BS.
And, I'm also $100 lighter for trying to peg
the scam, which I did, so it was worth it.
From: cecil mad>
To: Paula Rose
<paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
Sent: Friday, October 17, 2014 2:38 PM
Subject: Re: Interesting body language around the Motel 6
today
you call me!!!!!!!!!!!
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On Fri, 10/17/14, Paula Rose <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
wrote:
Subject: Interesting body language around the Motel 6 today
To: "Cecil Mad>
Date: Friday, October 17, 2014, 10:46 AM
Elves' long and sticky fingers are really reaching today!
Time's awasting, so you might as well phone me.
In 5 mins. would be CONvenient.
You have time, your schedule isn't that tight
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Authors note: I enlarged the words
Re: Why did you once
From: "Paula Rose" <paularoseimages@yahoo.com>
To: "cecil Mad>
Subject: Why did you once
Date: Mon, May 19, 2014 6:31 PM
Interesting that you bring up the words of death plot and international thing. I knew I was onto something when I wrote this chapter back in 2008.
http://frozenfiefdom.com/international_interests_foreign_flings_and_mud_to_sling
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Just one more thing on the list of strange and unusual things that have happened since I've been here in Phoenix, I found an area on my car that had the paint removed, and then apparently whoever did it, made a half assed attempt to put some sort of paint over the area when the sample has been removed.
No mistaken about it! It was deliberately done, but by who, and for what purpose? It wasn't there when I wiped the car down a week or so ago after the car wash, and it also appears that someone was attempting to open my trunk, as the paint had been scraped recently, because I didn't notice it earlier this week.
I emailed both Jeff and Cecil about it, because they both seem to know so much about me, even about things I haven't told them. How can that be? Other than perhaps via the power of technology? Cecil hasn't replied, and is MIA once again.
Let's talk about the paint alternation on my Chariot again. (3)
me
To
JR Mey
Today at 8:47 PM
Stating the obvious, it was some sort Elf gig. But done by a very average person, I'm sure. Probably when I was at a park, having a walk? So yes, it is some sort of "marker" I suppose, but nuking it? Is someone planning to blow up my Chariot?
Because chipping away and doing a touchup here at the Motel 6 would probably be noticed by a passerby or staff. Not impossible, but not logical. 
RE: Let's talk about the paint alternation on my Chariot again.
To Paula
From: JR Mey
Today at 8:40 PM
your good at that stuff figure it out…
bee it, nuke it…
Sent from Windows Mail
From: Paula
Sent: Tuesday, November 25, 2014 7:39 PM
To: JR Mey
It was done for a reason, but by who?
