Dear Mr. Nelson,

Be at peace and rest your weary body. Your mind is wholly your own and your soul… I pray is in Baha’u’llah’s protection and not His wrath but you will be the only one to ever know for a certainty.

The following information is “for the record” from my perspective and we are all in the Hands of God regardless what is perceived as fact or truth.

My father and I lost our “psychic/spiritual bond” quite suddenly for the final time 01JAN20 and by the time I was able to be face to face with him in September 2020 and feel his energies and make eye contact, his decision had already been made. I am convinced he is relentless and merciless in his intentions toward eradicating me right out of my own destiny. I do fear for my life; he has stirred up very real animosity against me and zero defense besides God.

It’s horrifying for me because this is the direct opposite to what he and I – albeit expressed in vastly unique ways – have devoted our entire beings toward achieving in our own lifetimes. World peace, etc..

And it’s all the more hurtful because my father was created by God for His own divine purposes and I have to comfort myself with the theory that I have been made somehow “unrecognizable” when I am in the same time and place as that man for my own divine purposes as yet to be revealed to me by studying and attempting to utilize the Writings of The Bab and Baha’u’llah as They, Themselves instructed all of humanity to do, should any individual so desire.

Except between just my father and myself as genetically related organisms on this planet in this Age and already begun the Day, there honestly should not have had that last little twist of the knife that actually will murder me if it can be proven that Melinda Jayne Nelson/531-8X-XXXX is too “disabled” to lead her own life outside of institutionalization. Someone else has convinced him that “correcting” me in criminal and presumably soon after, civil court is the ideal thing for him to do. They can’t possibly know me, but Mr. Nelson most certainly does.

However, he is gravely mistaken if he thinks he knows me better than I know myself. Especially since he has taken great pains my entire life to disregard the “way that I am” as something I could easily alter if I really intended to give him the respect and obedience he feels he deserves from his only daughter.

It is I who legally withdrew my voter’s registration from all jurisdictions to prevent my name/identity being represented by someone else’s cruel presumptions of how I would behave because I qualified to lease an apartment in 98188 and I’m allegedly mentally disabled.

It is I who made the decision to manage my limited finances with PayPal/Debit and legal tender this year because I’ve never existed in a world where utilizing credits to buy large purchases and live grand lifestyles was something that led to unity with or empathy for anyone else except themselves.

It is I who wrote letters and emails to the Local Spiritual Assembly of Burien for two years so far regarding my request for sanctuary from persecution for my “belief systems” knowing full well their bias against me to begin with. I divulged my personal information in great detail so they might be given the opportunity to feel even the slightest hint of empathy or compassion for me but they denied themselves that when Mr. Nelson filed criminal charges against me.

My thoughts and opinions might truly disturb Mr. Nelson, and I suspect he honestly, profoundly “treasures” what he perceives of me as what he describes as a “sovereign entity” but deliberately sabotaging all my efforts to have a SeaTac or Burien law enforcement officer sit with me and take my statement before things escalated with my hostile neighbors violates Melinda Jayne Nelson/531-8X-XXXX so profoundly in every meaning of the word “violate” that I just have to keep publishing and emailing multiple individuals when I correspond with Mr. Nelson.

For this reason I have included Teri Sahm because I want to know, in every detail, what has actually been done with my notarized documents with my thumbprints and signatures? Specifically how does my Washington Assembly “Credentials” card protect my privacy and my civil liberties?

Perhaps you and Mr. Nelson communicate with your legal department and Anna Von Reitz and come up with a valid “offer” to the courts that excludes me completely from further victim bashing. It is unlawful and irrevocable and it continues to be a literal miracle of God that I can function well enough to show a good example for my son.

What is Charles supposed to think about his notarized “witness” documents he completed for his grandfather and his mother? I’m not going to sue my asshole father. He already does anything he wants to me and to everyone. He helped put me in this world, he’s certainly capable of taking me out of it and I have to admire what a magnificent, powerful predator my father is from my perspective but the damage is already done. I won’t stand still for something I could not possibly deserve.

It would be terribly ironic, I think, to sue an organization that purports to instruct people in their civil rights for endorsing the actions of a senior member who deliberately disregarded my “free will” so viciously and contemptuously.

What is Mr. Nelson’s judge supposed to disclose to me that puts Melinda Jayne Nelson/531-8X-XXXX into the same “civilian” jurisdiction as my physical body? There is zero reason I need to leave my apartment when I am perfectly willing download Zoom and respond to whomever requires me to defend myself and take responsibility for my behavior.

Then I will just sit by and mind my own business and wait until someone lets themselves in with the master key, brutalizes me to unconsciousness and hauls me away in restraints. Maybe then I’ll wake up in the Abha Kingdom with someone who will allow me a little dignity and grace in my next world. I truly have zero empathy for anyone else on the planet and it’s likely my attitude will improve in time, but never having known consent and still unable to withdraw my consent after the fact… never having access to my medical records or arrest reports… my appointed lawyer unwilling to look at my website or deal with my confusion and distress… I don’t believe I will ever want to associate with other people to any measurable degree.

Except that it is highly suspicious to me that this “reality” my father and I have co-existed in very close physical proximity since September 2020 could result so far in not one single individual having enough interest in hearing a “mentally disturbed” woman tell them she was hurt to pretend a modicum of empathy and ask me a question or two one might ask a terrified child and get a statement for my own defense. Why is something like that an unreasonable expectation in Seattle in the year 2022?

Alright, I guess I have to wait to find out what the brilliant idea was for four law enforcement officers to get my 96 year old father to use my own key to break into my apartment multiple times not only to try to arrest me but to confiscate all my personal belongings during my hospital stay. There must be some lawyer in this county willing to take my case because I’m so ugly and pathetic and I’ve been so abused by Seattle police and all other law enforcement I’ve ever met.

As I’ve mentioned in every way I could think to get through to my father and painstakingly pick and unravel and try to make some sense of what triggered firstly the whole Anna Von Reitz obsession, but that’s for someone else with the capacity to engage Mr. Nelson on that topic, but before that, I wanted to know what happened to the Burien LSA that he could be so belligerent and defensive with the only people I knew him to associate after he tapered off going to his UFO gatherings.

My terror and grief at Christmas 2005 when I was taken to Harborview had me coming out of my torture screaming for my father. It was misconstrued to think I was screaming for him to come rescue me. Instead, I was loudly singing “Blessed Is The Spot” up the large air duct blowing cool air in my face and anchoring myself to the Earth and let my dad have everything I had… he needs my life force to combat the “monsters” in his dreams, what do I care about a tussle with the cops and a shot in the butt?

I am a “muse” if I say I am and do my best to just be that way no matter what.

Of course, I want to employ the “Golden Rule” and do good works in public and all that but it is horrible presumption and ignorance to look at my father and I in a crisis situation and use it to institutionalize us both. And right there is what sent Mr. Nelson into such a murderous rage he stripped me of all my very personal valuables such as my various journals and notes and my dentures, and shoved me into the path of his enemies presumably as a decoy to give him enough time to escape.

Except he has pretty much “completed” his writing/language system for about a year and a half or longer, it’s impossible to determine with his engineering mind, and I feel very lucky he had enough self-restraint to lend me half an ear and his right eyeball to let me know “this” was “it” – reality. And I can just die and go to hell before he “gives” anything of himself or his life’s works to me – wasted, squandered on me.

How can any of this be explained in any terms that prevents truly evil forces from destroying absolutely everything my father wanted to share with the world? It is simply not plausible enough for me to believe that there is not one Baha’i in Willamette willing to put my father’s own words and experiences to whatever official records are presumed to be recorded and preserved for historical purposes. This is just the opposite to what I observe to be true for the entire rest of the planet, so what is the actuality?

The actuality, dad, is that whether you have ever kept your earthly agreements with me or anyone else in your life is beside the point, it’s the year 2022 and you need to pull your head out of your ass and deal with your life threatening circumstances in the opposite ways you are manipulated and literally programmed to do through all the media you’ve exposed yourself to all these years on the internet.

When you put me in Highline Mental Hospital last March I told you directly in your eyes, inches away from my face, hands gripped tightly with mine, “Mean it. You better mean it.” And I can believe you truly gave it your best shot coming back home to find that I’ve been wiped out to chicken scratch again and in serious trouble with the law, but you misunderstood me, I think.

Reality is instant for each of us regardless how long something takes for a single repercussion to reveal itself. Therefore there is only “prior consent” in split seconds of subliminal clues that prompt us to take the action or inaction best intended to make one’s self “understood” in the sense that all of those involved are favorably agreed. This is why, for my father and myself, litigation and retribution and compensation and those sorts of terms are useless in our devotions to our significantly Baha’i ideals.

The only sort of “trust” I have ever yet learned in my long sixty years is that if someone does something to me without asking or asks and I decline then I’m forced to comply or punished for defending myself… what does that say about the Donald Allen Nelson I was given by God to protect and encourage and all that like a father should do for his child? Are you the kind of entity that eats his own issue?

Is that actually the reality you want, Mr. Nelson? Because if you want your “public image” to be dragging my name through the mud with my receipts in your storage closet and my nearly two decades of continuous online presence with blogs and a full WordPress website since 01MAY20 then I suppose someone needs to evaluate what needs to be done with your Anna Von Reitz obsession first.

It would be good to sort that out before compelling me to get on camera in a virtual courtroom and accept my punishment for standing up for my WW2 Veteran father, also on camera at the local T-Mobile store, because that would really piss you all the way off and then I’ll never get my dentures back. I meant what I said to you too but the difference for me is that I actually had great empathy and respect for you. And your works … well, not my business, is it?

And don’t you ever even look at my ugly face again. You actually did mean it when you walked out on me 16APR22, Holy Sabbath, I guess you were really a worse predator than I could have imagined. I will always defend myself whether I am correct to do so or not. Smear your own name with your Lord for all eternity. Too late, Day is Dawned 22FEB22 and you are with your chosen ones.

May God raise all our stations.

Meliora Volens