I just wanted to say that first of all I am in no way suicidal. In fact- after the past week- I am terrified of the concept.
Second – I was intentionally and systematically destabilized by a group of people that I truly believed were my friends at a time that I was incredibly vulnerable. Driven to the edge in every way- I was even assisted in trying to kill myself by Michael Bernard and Tracy Kristenson. Knowing what has transpired between us- I am afraid of these two and what they will do next.
I have been emotionally abused by Michael for years, and we are heavily in debt- and though Michael used to joke about those policies, I never thought he would intentionally try to drive me over the edge so that he could collect the proceeds as well as all our “stuff”. Financing my trip- and Tanner- who was with me- he did what he could to get me isolated and destabilized- intentionally trying to drive me over the edge. Even now he has not bothered to face me or talk to me.
I am not looking for revenge- but if anything should happen to me– I just want everyone to know that it will NEVER AGAIN BE TRIED BY MY OWN HAND.
I and those who love me believe I may be in grave danger. I hope not- but after all that has transpired- with them attempting to assist me in killing myself- I have no idea what could be next. Nor do those around me- which is why I have been compelled to write this post.
Posted by admin on December 8, 2013
It took you trying to help me commit suicide to help me realize what has just transpired with us. Setting me up to go work on a conference that would have helped me get off disability- you waited until I was the most vulnerable to push me over the edge, ram daggers in my heart, in hopes that I kill myself. I would have never known this had you and your friend Tracy Kristenson- who is a registered nurse by the way, not tried soo hard to help me kill myself last week.
My therapist Karen knew what was going on- despite yours and Tracy’s assertions that I was “drunk as a skunk”. I had told them what I had done- and in fact there is a police report because Karen sent them to my house that night- but I was still okay and so I was able to send them away- even though I had consumed 61 Xxanex. In other words- there is proof that I was not DRUNK- but rather was attempting suicide.
You sent Tracy over here- and Tanner and his friend was here as well. In fact Tanner stole money from me that very night- as I was committing suicide- which just furthered the despair that I felt over the whole thing. People KNEW what I did- as did you and Tracy- but somewhere in your pathetic sense of humanity you felt it was better to help me kill myself rather than get me any help. Tracy even tucked me into bed and said goodbye to me- so it says a lot where your allegiances are.
Helping someone over the edge- like you have helped me- and then actively helping me to try and commit suicide HAS to be wrong on some level- and the fact that you both left me for dead is something that I will never forget- nor soon forgive. I WANT MY NAME OFF THAT INSURANCE POLICY NOW!
Anyway- thought I would just keep up with the correspondence.
Posted by admin on December 8, 2013
Systematically setting me up to fail in hopes that I would kill myself and helping me to that objective ACTIVELY- makes me wonder if he doesn’t think that he is going to get a nice payout in hopes of a life insurance policy he has on me. Certainly speaks for motive for all of this and how it has been done.
Posted by admin on December 7, 2013
I have been told that I shouldn’t talk about anything personal here on my blog- that I should leave it all about my book and investigation. That it isn’t professional to tell the truth as to what is going on in my life- like it is some embarrassing secret and should be kept silent in order to keep from embarrassing anyone. However, I think I am more than my investigation- and though I might not be professional- I am human- and what is happening matters.
To be honest- I had a hard time early last week and tried to take my own life. Both Michael Bernard and his friend Tracy Kristenson knew I had taken 61 xxanex- but told everyone – namely my sister and therapist- that I was drunk to prevent anyone from checking on me. Hoping that I would die and this could all be over – they left me for dead, and now want to cry victim that I’m still here to talk about it- even though they did their damnest to try and help me kill myself.
Setting me up to leave so that he could dump me in the meanest way possible- my heart has been ripped out by someone I believed loved me- although I couldn’t be more wrong. I write this on my blog not to do anything but to see if anyone else can relate to what I am saying.
Telling me that after being buried alive and having to light a man on fire- I would easily get over this- I find that believing that someone loved me for twenty years is a really hard thing to loose. Knowing that my father’s family relish in my loss is also not easy. They abducted and killed kids- and yet I am the bad guy here. All I have done is try to seek justice for a group of murdered kids- and in the process have lost all that I have held dear.
Michael is right- I will survive this. I am getting ready to focus on my second book- which will be about Michael- who was Tristian in Rabbit Hole, and my relationship and how the advocacy work that I did destroyed the relationship between us that I believed would last a lifetime. Leaving me for dead- I know that this was all a lie. And now- publically- professional or not- I plan to expose the human side of myself in hopes to better understand where I still stand in this world around me.
Leaving me bankrupt- broke- and basically homeless- I am beginning life again on the bottom, and it is my hopes that people will be able to see the human side to all of this- and not the business side that makes us all feel comfortable. All of this was done long distance- and even now Michael has not has the strength to face me in person but has chosen to run and try and wait me out. Knowing that he and his friends read this- it is also the only way I know how to face and deal with the emotions surrounding this. Trying to help me kill myself just last Monday by assuring those concerned about me that I was just drunk even though both he and his friend Tracy knew what I had done- there is no love any longer between us. He wishes me the worst. I guess the ball is now in my court.
Posted by admin on December 7, 2013
Posted by admin on December 6, 2013
Finding myself in the middle of a divorce- I have decided to take a break from my advocacy work in order to write another book. This one will explain what I have gone through since the first book and the trials and tribulations that have occurred with my advocacy work.
I never thought that I would be here. I still love Michael- but he can no longer take the work that I am doing. We have drifted so far apart that the guy hates me and will do whatever he can to lash out and hurt me- and it is going to take some time to get all of this resolved. I am returning back to get my stuff and my dogs- and I will resume my work when this all is over.
My heart is broken. I have sacrificed everything to try and do my advocacy work and now that is all I have left. I hope that those of you who have been following me will continue to do so- as I will be resuming my work right after I return.
Posted by admin on November 30, 2013
It is difficult for me to look back at my past- for a myriad of reasons, but mainly because the patterns that were instilled in me as a child have just kept repeating themselves throughout my life. Old loops of my father run in my head- and funny enough if I didn’t recreate that in my marriage.
My father was a harsh man- and would spend much of his time saying terrible and biting things in the form of humor to degrade the person that he was talking too. Never good enough- my father had a way of picking out everything that I was unsure of about myself and then would harp on how it made me less than dirt. Today- two decades later- I realized that I repeated that in the form of my husband- who is much the same way. This makes me sad beyond belief- in that I wonder if there is any hope of happiness for me.
We do what we know. We know what we are taught. And the lessons that we learn generally stem from the experiences that we had as children. Despising me for the advocacy work I have been involved with- I was often chastised for offering my life up to a bunch of strangers that I didn’t know nor would I probably ever. Hating me for the life decisions I have made- I have lived for far too long under the shadow of my father, who tried to teach me that I was less than worthless. I choose to do the advocacy work because I was called by God to do so. If that means that I must give up everything I know in the process- then so be it. I am just sad that the one I must sacrifice is the one I love the most. I will miss the man I believed was my soul mate.
What I went through was horrific but what I do is not because of me- but because I have come to realize that my past is some people’s present- and will be even more persons future if something is not done. I equate it like this- I was in a warehouse of horror and somehow I got out. The question then became- do I keep running or do I go back in and try to help others escape? I chose the latter, and as such- my life has fallen apart accordingly.
My other half does not understand why I have made the choices that I have in my life. To be honest- sometimes I have the same questions. I just think that one life is not that much to offer up to God- and so I am going to do what I can to try and change the world around me rather than just accept the things that desperately need changing. I can’t live with the complacency that most have with the world around us- and I will no longer be bound by the apathy that many show regarding all of this.
So my commitment remains strong- and I will do the best to try and break the cycles of destruction that has been such a part of my life in order to prevent myself from repeating them in the future. This is babble I know- but I figure this is my blog- and so I will speak about what is meaningful to me now- instead of trying to please others- which I seem to be an abject failure at.
Posted by admin on November 28, 2013
Anyone who tells you that I have not sacrificed to get all of this investigated does not adequately know the situation. I have been targeted for so long that it has become a common occurrence to me. My car has been trashed by my family- I have had a myriad of death threats- I have had dead animal parts left at my house- and people who have tried to help have only had their livelihoods threatened. It all has been an attempt to isolate and quiet me. The sad part about it is that it is effectively working.
I have lost everything I have held dear- and am now a stranger in a strange land trying to make my way as best as I can. I am no longer in Omaha- as there is nothing left for me there but a collection of incredibly bad memories and my father’s family- who won’t leave me alone. I have been harassed to the point where I have lost many of those closest to me. People are afraid for me- but more than that- they are afraid to be around me.
Posted by admin on November 26, 2013
Sorry for my absence- but I have been busy restructuring my life, trying to make it harder for my family to target me. Thwarting me any way they can- my stepmother Joanne C. Shurter and her daughter Christina Blumkin/Shurter have been doing whatever they can to keep me from getting my family and their activities investigated.
Omaha is a sad place- Nebraska has a notoriously bad and over reaching CPS, which helped allow kids to be abused back in the 80s and 90s. Nebraska- like many other places- doesn’t review it’s policies often- and considering the money that is being made from these practices- have no real incentive to change things as they are- although the children who get wrapped up in the system often are hurt horribly from it.
The local officials and policing departments have ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST in looking into what I have said about my father. They play games with the victims- protecting the abusers- all because the abusers have connections and money- much like my stepmother. My own father came clean about what he was guilty of- and was just blown off and ignored. The Nebraska State Patrol has actively gone against me to keep from investigating what I have told them- complete with filing secret police reports against me on behalf of my stepmother. Working against victims in order to silence them- I have finally gotten tired of the games and decided to move in a different direction.
I will be restarting my blog this next week- and it looks as if I am going to revamp the whole website in order to make it more accessible for those who want to read what I have been involved with. I am also going into an investigation into the False Memory Pedophile Protection Foundation which I am writing about for the winter issue of Paranoia Magazine.
The only way to stop these activities is to educate ourselves as to what is happening- and that is going to be my focus still here on my website. I just needed to make a change- and now that has been done- am going to resume my quest in exposing all of this for what it is. Our nation is being influenced by a group of nazi gay occultists- which was my experience as a child- and I am going to do my best to show the inner workings as I investigate this further. The Bohemian Grove is a perfect example of what I am talking about- and for those of you who don’t know what that is- a simple Google search will help inform you. All of this has been happening right under our noses- and now is the time for people to see it and try to make a change.
Anyway- I will be resuming daily entries from now on – and I apologize for my absence up until now. I will work diligently to try and make mine and others investigations into this crystal clear. But for now- I think that a catch up is needed for those who are new to this site, so in my revamping of DavidShurter.com- I will also try to make it easier for people to read my past posts on my investigations.
Thanks for all of you who have taken an interest and have continued to read what I have been through and what I am trying to investigate.
Posted by admin on November 21, 2013
I was on a road trip all last week- and now that I have reached my destination, I will resume blogging for the time being. While I have been gone- an anon named Critthink- which would be more aptly named IMakeShitUp, has been going on and on about Judy Byington’s book 22 Faces again- and I just wanted to respond to some of the things that have been thrown at Judy and her husband by a bunch of never do wells.
Most of the arguments presented by Critthink- who I actually believe is Doug Mesner, satanic practitioner of satanism- both privately and publicly, are mostly ridiculous- going all the way to suggest that they were inappropriate with Jenny Hill- who 22 Faces was written about. I have spoken with Jenny Hill- and what I have determined is that this group of pedophile protectors are trying to get the family of Jenny Hill to sue over abuse that they could know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about. I, in my conversations, have decided that there has been talk of a big “pay off” if this group goes after Judy- and that is what is fueling most of the conversations around all of this. Goodness knows- the False Memory pedophile protection squad is based on lawsuit actions (that is primarily where most of their money is comes from as a group) and that this group has convinced people who were NOT PRESENT AT THE ABUSE OF JENNY AS A CHILD that they might be able to heavily profit financially for going after a book and it’s author.
The thing is- I was also like some of dissenters for many years, as I went after my sister and tried to quiet her when she came out and spoke of our father and his third wife’s abuse tactics. Not because it wasn’t true but because I didn’t want to deal with the truth of the situation as it was humiliating and hurtful to remember all of what happened in the past. However, years later, when I was set up to actually deal with what happened to us- I flipped to the other side and tried my best to expose what my sister was saying instead of denying it to the world. One must understand how much shame and humiliation is involved with our abuse- and it took me years of therapy- not to remember what happened- but to deal with the pain and humiliation of what happened in my childhood. There is a huge shame that goes with this type of abuse- and it has a tendency to keep victims quiet all by itself. At least that is who it worked with me.
However- I am at a place now where I can do some good. Investigations are going hot and heavy- and that is really what I think needs to happen now. ALL SURVIVORS need to group together and disprove this notion that there are only a handful of us relating the same sort of abuse that happened to us all, and that is my goal this year. To help empower survivors to come tell their stories in order to dispel this notion that what we went through as children is simply fabricated in our minds. TOGETHER we can all make this happen in order to save future generations for enduring what so many of us did when we were younger (and some are even dealing with it now as adults).
The Process church is heavily involved with these practices- and it is time- in my opinion that people start to wake up to the reality of all of this so that we can, as a society- change what is going on. This is my hope for this next year.
Posted by admin on November 15, 2013