UT health ambulance was there museum across the street from salvation army

I'm fighting back. You didn't ask. You knew it wasn't allowed with me. That's why you said you didn't break my contract, but you did! And you knew you were breaking it. That's why you never asked me in detail about all the gold. You never even talked about it; you just said, "Judithann, knowing I am the real baby Lisa, known as Cookie Monster and Yelsa, Matt wants to know if you want to do that thing you and he talked about." " I said, "What thing?" Kim said, "You know, that thing." I said, "No, we talked about a lot of things. You mean helping me get a GED or tutoring me in math." Kim said, "No, I said give Matt my new number. I have some legal information for him, and he's going to want it." Kim then said he couldn't call me. I replied, "Why not? I really need to speak to him; it pertains to his job, and I really need to speak with him. " Christy was there—that's her now from Illinois, you know, Taco Bell 5th Street Ron and Chip—and as I was walking away, I was already frustrated because I had already been trying to get ahold of him for help because my dumbass thought he was a good person. I argued with her for a little bit, and she asked me what I needed to talk to him about. I simply said, "It's a legal matter, and I cannot discuss it with you," because mostly it was about those bodies in Forbes Lake, Illinois, in the woods, and it was also about Kim going to get my daughters without my permission. Lying to my daughter's father, Christopher Lynn Neville, saying I changed my mind and my oldest and youngest daughters stay with her—I never said that! In that moment with Kim and Christy there, I walked away in anger. When I did, Kim said, "So you want to do that thing that you and Matt talked about?" I replied, "Fuck it, bitch, whatever," and honestly, I did not know what she was talking about. And she never mentioned all gold, and I never okayed it. Next thing I know, I'm being dressed in all gold, and when I said, "What are you doing?? I didn't okay this. They gave me a needle as they were dressing me in all gold. You can call it whatever the fuck you want to call it, but I'm going to call it rape. Then I was walked down with others dressed in gold. I could barely walk. They all seem to have the same face; they all look like Military Elvis, One-Eye, the one that lost his eye in the ship. I saw a friend that looked familiar from Mooseheart, Illinois. He asked Kim, the blonde one, "Why are you giving her a needle?" I pushed up the mask they had on me. I tried to say I didn't okay it. She told him that I had plastic surgery from a car wreck that I was in. That is not true, but I know my friend helped them rape me and the house. I remember as I was being walked out of the mansion because I couldn't walk by myself due to the needle they gave me, Tyler, Texas calls a museum across the street from the Salvation Army here in Tyler, Texas. It is mob-run, and there was a UT Health ambulance as I was being walked out because I couldn't walk by myself!