The Man Who Had Sets Out to Ruin-ing My Military Career

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It was like going home, I must admit. It has been a few years, and I had a lot of apprehensions. Despite my jaded attitude, I felt that old feeling as the plane touched down, and the familiar little pond flashed by along the runway..."Paracme, in memories of going home".</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <B>I am forever reminded of going home. My heart is home. Only few knew of my inner pain, my suffering and from whom. A man who appointed himself as a Don. </B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>West Cliffe</B></div> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>Chapter  of Truth</U></B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="35a66760.jpg" border=0 width="102" height="118" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <I><B>Written  for the People of Orange Hill, Westmoreland ; My Jamaica Folks.</B></I><I> </I><I><B>Jealousy and Rage: How Ricky Jackson paid someone to kill me in 1998. Why? The laughter and jokes that was on him</B></I><I> .</I><I><B>I arrived in Jamaica April 1996 with my two- year-old son. People were shock. I had a child. I could have children!</B></I> </div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div>        It was back in 1990 amidst all the pulling and pushing, of Ricky's womanizing lifestyle, and having me in Jamaica with him. Yes, I said with him. This I will explain later. There was enough jealousy, cat-fights to go around. It was observed during that time that I was pregnant. In the midst of all of this my wicked, evil mother sent news that I could not have children, that indeed I was without womb, that the Army and its doctors had taken out my womb. It was the most blatant lie that could ever been told. To top it off, look who did the damage. My mother, my own mother, the woman who gave birth to me, and the very person that should have had my back, to love me unconditionally. However, it was my mother who for years had been my number one enemy. The woman who hated me as she so claimed from the very day I was born. Nevertheless, her lies would create a very serious problem that would leave a lasting devastation. </div> <bR> <div> At the time, Inez Russell and her daughter Carlene of Mt Airy was looking for everything to discredit me, after Carlene according to Ricky owns words back to me, from her: "You send for her, to have her take you away from me.  Then a devious evil crusade went out against me. The idea behind Inez and her daughter treatery was for Ricky to hate me and attack me. If any one single man, passed-by and say hello to me, Ricky would come back and ask me about the person, and was able to give exact time, hour day and minutes. Pettiness was the order of the days, and Ricky strives on pettiness and news-carrier. The old saying is that: You cant argue with a fool; as the fool will drag you down to their level, and then trample all over you" is an accurate saying. Of course, I Noamie, have no credentials in this field, thus I was at a disadvantage. I saw it coming and ran. Thus, this was the straw that breaks the camel back, and thus I accepted defeat. </div> <bR> <div> I don't know who gave her, my mother that story, about me having no womb; however, I would come to learn of this when my brother accused me of lying. It was done in one of the most 'cruel-painful way' as I had just lost my pregnancy and was in some pain. </div> <bR> <div> <B><U>The Pain in a Miscarriage: </U></B></div> <bR> <div> Even if you, a woman wasn't 100% ready for a child, even after finding out that you as a woman is pregnant, and with a life growing in you, it is hard to loose the life and not feel some connection. Sister Burzella, later, cried her heart out for me. She told me her own story. </div> <bR> <div> At the time, that was the way I felt. After I lost the baby Ricky himself was the number one person who came to laugh at me. His pettiness had allowed him to believe that indeed, I have no womb and so wasn't pregnant at all. After all, my mother is my mother and knew everything about me.  The truth is and was my mother and I did not have a relationship. Furthermore, she knew absolutely nothing about me; apart from what she had been told through whom was my best friend.    Otherwise, she knew very little about me. Often times, Ricky would bring Carlene along with him, as he drove by my grandmother's house, as he approached the house, he would  slow his car down, enough for me to see them laughing. Actually, this took place for months, even before I know that they were doing so; called themselves laughing at me. </div> <bR> <div> One evening, I was sitting in P's shop, when Carlene and her sister Desreen was walking by. It was a rainy evening, as I recalled that even the ground and the dirt was muddy-wet. I comment to P as to what were they laughing at, and her reply that, "they were laughing at you", even without saying another word. I stated to P's that there wasn't anything about me to laugh at, as it was me who chooses to walk away from Ricky. P never said a word as to what the joke was about, as I would later learned  that it was big rumor about me. </div> <bR> <div> Months later, as I would learn of this, as no one close to tell me and or wanted to tell me that "my deep dark secret was out of the bag" so to speak, so I went to Aunt Maude. She was the only person that I could look straight in the face and tell her that it wasn't true, that indeed I have a womb. I can bear children. Aunt Maude knew that I was pregnant weeks before, and lost the baby. She knew that the week of election, when Honey came to Grandmother's house to fight with me, that I was pregnant and sick. Later Mass Ken [Young] would believe me.  He would come to understand where-in the truth lies, as he sat there with me and the man who would eventually help me to free myself from all the witchcraft and Fallen Angel that Ricky, and his now mother-in-law, Inez and great-mother-in-law, Irene Daley- Bell had tangled all around me.  Indeed, it was a tangled web. A web that even I, myself was trying to untangled. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> To heal myself from the loss of the child, back in 1990, I often took long walks alone. I have been taking walks since I was a child, when Grandmother and Grandfather would plant their tobacco up at West Cliffe Great House. I was always with them in the 5:00- 5:30AM hours as they would go to water tobacco and be back home by 6AM. I would gain a deeper understanding in the Powers of the Almighty and that indeed, there is power in "Going to God Alone." There is power in "Wanting to Be Alone With God."  To further complicate things, Carlene and her family through rumor control had it that I was mad, gone crazy, over Ricky, a very convenient way to cover things up. I never could imagine that those people, family  members, close relatives, to say the least holds that kind of evil in them. However, when money, the root of all evil, greed becomes the focus, everyone and everything is open season for disasters.</div> <bR> <div> Once, Ricky even stopped his car, at the corner on Jack-Piece Hill stood and looked at me, staring steadfast  in my face and laugh. I did not blink an eye. I would not even entertained the thought that ' the madness that runs deep in his family roots would one day suck his brain, and that God would let me have the last laugh.' Nevertheless, this Saturday, a rainy afternoon, never to be forgotten by me. People had it that I was mad that I was crazy, that anything I said wasn't to be believe. </div> <bR> <div> Now there is nothing wrong with me telling the truth, by exposing lies and deceit known as evil. Psalm: 65 and Psalm 85. The one woman who stayed up praying for me, even through the long nights, Sister Lucille Woolcock-Daley, God Bless her Soul has done her earthly work. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>Another MOMENT OF Truth:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> I attended a funeral of Mass Roil Johnson, June 28, 2005. Mass Rollie, the last known Johnson of the old Bell-Johnson Clan from MT. Airy had passed away. Lucky for me, I was in Jamaica, and would go to pay my respect to him. </div> <div> As I entered the church door and pushed my way in to attend the service, a young woman from the family, tapped me on the shoulder and said: </div> <bR> <div> <I>"Noamie, this not you Noamie. A-no`you this Noamie. How me did hear say you ina New York, cripple and live ina wheelchair fe years now." </I></div> <bR> <div> I shook my head to her, in a 'hush" to be quiet,  as we were in the church and the pastor was conducting the funeral service. The young woman was relentless. She wouldn't give up her question as she was indeed looking for an answer. I reply by telling her that she must have been told this news about someone else, not me. The young woman said, <I>"No! No Noamie, it was you. "</I>  I said to her, no not me. It must have been said about one of my other sisters, of whom I have  no seen in some years now. Again, the young woman was looking at me, as if a miracle had taken place. She insisted that it was me. </div> <bR> <div> I watched as Inez Russell sat there, in the church staring at me with a look of grave disappointment. "She ain't dead yet" was written all over her face. It was then that a second dose of reality hit me, as I watched eyes around me. Others had listened-to and heard her, this woman question to me. I could not shut her up; she wanted the truth, as if some forces were pushing her for the truth to come out. Perhaps, my dead relative Mass Rollie wanted to hear from me. I hadn't seen him in years. (LOL)! Then I told her, this: "Anything is possible my dear, as there were many who had gone to obeah-man and had worked hard at seeing me in a wheelchair or dead. But now you have seen with your own eyes, that 'Nothing didn't go like that'."  I did observed that as my husband and I approached the church Carlene was standing on the step on the church. She would quietly left the church and the funeral and walked home. </div> <bR> <div> The Mt. Airy All-Age School Principal, Mrs. Gutrie, was sitting right there, and could hear the entire conversation. <I>I wish to apologize to her for talking in church, as I do know better.</I> </div> <bR> <div> Mrs. Gutrie had actually tried to quiet-down the young woman twice and without effort. I felt bad for the young woman who is a relative of mine as well as the deceased man, whose funeral we were both attending. Therefore, as you can see, there are reasons to tell this story. There are reasons to expose truth. There are reasons to expose evil. It is in doing so, that you are able to put the devil out of business, by stopping lies and deceit. </div> <bR> <div> As my husband and i left the church and headed to the grave site, we were able to observed Ricky and Carlene sitting in a vehicle, at the intersection of the road by mass Stanley Shop, parked and was there to observed my husband and I. We knew they were there like dogs waiting to catch a bone. It was obvious that Carlene had gone home to lament the embarrassment and the fact that indeed I wasn't dead at all.  At the time of the car accident, I didn't have all the pieces to the puzzle of knowing that Ricky Jackson had indeed ordered my killing, and as it was ordered; <I>"Do enough to cripple her; not kill her. She is to suffer."</I>  Indeed, reality was hitting home this day. Nevertheless, I was hurt. Hurt from learning more of what was to have been back in march 1998.</div> <bR> <div> <B><U>What had started this chain of Events against me:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> Ricky Jackson got the shock of his life, back in 1996. I could have children. I had a son, and came to Jamaica with him. It was funny to look back. </div> <bR> <div> Easter Sunday of 1997 brings a cricket match at Royal Park. I went over  to the field with my son. Suddenly Carlene, Ricky's girlfriend, Ms. Witchcraft Worker, began making up her face and cursing me, as in wanting me to leave the park. </div> <div> She tried to have Ricky ordered me to leave the park, as it was his show. </div> <div> The truth is, one-third of that park is actually sitting on my grandmother's land. </div> <bR> <div> This girl wanted to attack me, all because I am over at the park and enjoying myself. It wasn't until Ricky mumbled something to her, and told her to "go home" that she stopped her cursing at me. </div> <bR> <div> After the Cricket match was over and Ricky had gone home to his other house, Carlene Russell return to Tillbury and continue her 'tracing and wanting to fight attitude' against me. The only thing that I was guilty of, was that I had return to my own country, my own town, my own community and with a child that I had borne of myself. I had no personal interest in Ricky whatsoever. I told him back in 1990, that he cannot have it all; that I would not become part of "What my great-great-grand-Aunt, Auntie Lou had dubbed: `The Nine-Hole Breed A' Them!" Even then, I wasn't aware, until much later, that Auntie Lou, my Grand-father Norman, Aunt, Sweet-Huggy-Kissie-Auntie Lou, of whom, I love, was Sister Burzella's Mother. That indeed, Ricky and I were closely related by Grand-parents bloodline: Jewish and Indian Bloodline. </div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Public Moment of Truth:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> The other joke was that on this very same Sunday evening, a group of Orange Hill ladies came strolling down. I was standing with Sister Herm, her daughter Erica and a few other women by the gate. Sister Herm was holding my baby in her hands. Suddenly, I would hear these words: </div> <div> <I>" God-Almighty a fe-who pickney this; what a-way him pretty?" Sister Herm reply by saying; "A Noamie Pickney!" Suddenly, a chorus of "A-lie,a-lie, she caant breed; a no fe her pickney," blasted us. Sister Herm respond by saying, "A fe her pickney me sey. We know when she pregnant." </I></div> <bR> <div> A lie a lie, a fe one of her bothers pickney she carry down here, and a sey a fe her," were bellowed back at Herm. Sister Herm again replied to the Orange Passé of Women by saying. "No` me-sey so; a no` true." </div> <bR> <div> It was then that I had decided to speak. I open the flyer to my jeans. I opened the zipper wide enough. I lifted and pull down to show the pants showing the 'still visible, delicate-C-Section scar on my belly. Then I replied with these simply words: "A me' doctor drag him out of." As I looked up, and in the distance there were eyes on me. Ricky was standing in his batting- possession looking steadfast at me. The next ball that was thrown for him to bat; he missed, and was 'out' as in "out!" , in a cricket match game. He too was given the full shock of his life. Reality had struck.  The men were all looking in amazement, they having heard the rumor  about my  having no womb in 1990. You have to understand that orange Hill is a small community and there is nothing that everyone don't know. Even the men are good at gossiping, sometimes worst than the women. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <U>Admitting Guilt: And Telling me He Fathered a Child By a Prostitute From Sav-la-mar</U>: </div> <bR> <div> A week later, while still enjoying my vacation in Jamaica, Ricky saw me walking and stopped me, asking to speak with me privately. Since it was  by Jonathan Jackson  and Joe's  Shop therein the open, i felt safe.  A state of shock, bewilderment and Mass Confusion was  still written all over his face. Sympathy went of me for him. I had sympathy for myself as well. After all, I was the one that had become the laughing-stock for six month, back in 1990. I was the one who had faced embarrassing moments, and wasn't able to produce any proof that indeed, my mother had lied. I was the one, that he had constantly stopped his car to laugh at. I was the one that he had dragged all the way from Connecticut, USA, back to Orange Hill, just so that he could full-fill his fantasy, while I would become the `butt-hole' of his jokes. </div> <bR> <div> Joe and Jonathan had felt proud to see the two of talking to each other. More-over, they had a place, which we could stand and talk. It was then that Ricky would asked me if 'I could have anymore children.' I told him, yes, [but] I don't want anymore.' We looked each other in the eyes, as he was asking me to give him one more try, and a baby. In my heart, I couldn't. I shook my head in a 'No!' </div> <bR> <div> Ricky knew that my hurt of 1990 was all still obvious. After all, who could blame me? Things were so bad in 1990, when I was pregnant, that hadn't my deceased loved ones, God's Angel  took the baby, I would have been dead then as well. </div> <bR> <div> My deceased loved ones who came into the room that morning and took the baby were: Mum, Aunt Lou; Another lady, her Sister which is my Grandfather's Norman's mother, My dearest Loving Godmother who never left me: Ms Addie; plus three to four other women faces that I did not know, were all there to take care of me.  Later Aunt Maude would tell me who these women are, as I described the faces to her. This was the way that my baby went from me. It had baffled me. Upon my return to the USA, later in the year, I did seek counseling, from both psychologist and Priest. They all confirmed that my story is highly possible. Reverend Hill told me, that while 'those are areas that Priests and Pastors do not readily goes into, that Spirits and the spirit world is real." That the trance that I went into as they took the baby is real. That the sequence of events, are too vivid for me to have made it up. </div> <bR> <div> This day, as I met with Ricky and we talked, he would tell me about the child he fathered with a prostitute in Sav-la-mar. Ricky stated that `he was telling me first, before I would hear it from anyone else. I pretended that it was the first time that I would learn of his child by a prostitute in Sav-la-mar. I didn't want to hurt his feeling. Ricky had expressed to me that he fathered, seared that child in `one of his moments in darkness,' a time when he's unable to calm or control himself." I understood, as I knew the month, the month of May, and the date all too well. I told Ricky that it was well with me, that I wouldn't hold it against him, in him fathering a child by a prostitute, for after all, `we are prostitutes in our own way.' This same after noon, I gave Ricky some condom, as I had taken a bag full down to give away. The college I was attending had them for free, so I took and was given a huge bag full, after saying what I wanted them for. I had stop been sexual active since the conception of my son, and didn't have use for any. I had planned to stay sexual inactive for seven years. In <I>1998,  after the accident, that was paid for and ordered by Ricky, he would informed me that he knew I had no man for that many years. I was a bit pissed that he had been spying on me, and had the balls to admit it. I gave him one of my nasty look</I>..  I came home after our meeting, searched my bed and found the bug, the very eavesdropping devise that was place underneath my mattress. He I was all the way in another country, the United States of America and believe that I was safe from this type of abuse. </div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Michele Bandoo's Engagement and Wedding</U></B>: </div> <bR> <div> April 1997, Michele  Bandoo returned from Jamaica and had called me to tell me her good news. Actually, I was the third in the family to know. She was all excited. She and William Henry, Ricky's cousin had gotten engaged. Well, the truth is, I was `kinda shock'. I had known for a long time that her Uncle Eustace's daughter was secretly seeing William. However, I didn't voice my concern to her. She knows; I know, and the rest of immediate family knew that this would spell trouble down the road. </div> <div> It did, as Eustace's daughter Crystal  ended up having a child for William. I would receive a telephone call in 2000 - 2002, as if it was any of my business, as to the fact that was backwards. I set the person straight on a few things. I also let the person know that William and I were close relatives, from the Bremmer side of family. </div> <bR> <div> Later, that same week of April 1997, I would hold a ticket for Michele for three months using my money, until she was able to pay the Travel Agency I worked at, for the ticket. Things began to move pretty fast, as within months, Someone from the Family, actually her sister Sandra, called Marlene mailed a "Bridal Shower List of Gifts." My list came followed by a telephone call from my 'then best friend Miss T, better known as Pres (Priscilla). There were no invitation to the wedding which was to take place in Negril. I would learn during the process that Ricky was going to help pay for the wedding. </div> <bR> <div> In the midst of all of this, I would receive a call from my sister Doreen, that Junior had called her, and had asked her to talk to me. In that, "Michele and her sister Marlene Bandoo was down in White Plains curing me out, and that I was interfering in their business." </div> <div> I was not only shock out of my wit; I was dumbfounded. I said; "What?" </div> <bR> <div> I began asking  my sister Doreen  as to what was going on. The only thing that Doreen, my own sister could say to me was words belittling in nature, and insisted that I was getting into these peoples business. I told her that, that's funny enough I had receive a few calls on where "The Bridal Shower' was taking place for me to attend, so I am dead confused. Whatever Doreen knew, she kept it to herself. I learned through a mutual friend that Doreen was the person assigned to do the flower-arrangement.  I was also in White Plain, at Beryl's, Marlene and Michele's mothers house, just two weeks before, as I had cleaned out my attic of all my son's beautiful baby clothes, for Pris and I do a yard-sale, to raise money for Mt. Airy All-Age School. I felt, there were some uncomfortable feeling around me, yet, I wasn't aware of it cause. </div> <bR> <div> I would later come to learn that Ricky had 'mis-used my name' in one of his conversation with Marlene and or Michele, something that at the time, I wasn't aware of. Thus, the 'feeling of private attacks against me', and without my knowledge. I felt that Miss T, could have said something to me, as she and I were close and I would have told her what I know. Because, of this, I would severed all friendship and ties with Miss T. After all, if it wasn't for my good name and friendship with her, she would never had made it to the United States. Just ask her husband, after Williams, the Police Detective had found, upon an informant, to the Sav-la-mar Police on them, a house full of ganja in their house up in Retirement. What he did, all because of me, that would make her, Miss T not have a criminal record, enabling her to leave Jamaica with a visa. The old saying: "never bites the hand that feed you", goes good with its meaning. </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="312" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#C0C0C0 HEIGHT= 19 WIDTH="308"><div> Ricky Jackson</div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#0000BF HEIGHT= 56 ><NOBR><div>  The Jealousy he used to ruin my Military  </div> <div>   Career. My Picture he took From my </div> <div>  Brother-in-Law Myers house  in 1982</div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <div>  </div> <div> <B><U>My Sister Doreen's et al., Jealousy and Deceit:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> It wasn't until I was ready to go down to Jamaica to bring my son, that Doreen had offered to pay for my ticket, asking that I go and hurry back. I had asked Doreen to bring my son, down when she was going, as I had done the same for her times before. I wanted to go when, at a time when I could get my Travel Agent Discount on the ticket, which was after August 21 of the year. She wanted me to go to Jamaica and be back before Michele's wedding. Only, I made the reservation for the ticket to stay a week longer. After all, I was about to leave my son behind for the first time, and since college wasn't about to start up back for another month, why the rush. [I did not tell her that I never planned on attending Michele's Wedding. I told only one person, of whom had no relations to any of the parties. During all this time, Beryl, Michele and Marlene's mother were calling me, constantly, asking me, what I had planned to wear to the Wedding. I told her each time that I didn't get an invitation. They had even called me, asking if I could allow Beryl youngest son to get his ticket on credit from my travel agency, until his return from the Wedding as money was tight with everyone. I said; "NO!" as I wasn't about to wait three to four months for my money; my hard-working money. Not from laying on my back, and not money from Ricky Jackson's pocket. Fuck them. Fuck them sneaky low-life-set-of bitches! Even as I held an innocent smile on my face. </div> <bR> <div> My sister, Doreen knew all along that I didn't get an invitation, and wasn't about to get an invitation to attend Michele's Wedding and that it was a deliberate act. </div> <bR> <div> A couple people mentioned to me that since in Jamaica, a wedding is an open invitation thing, just like funerals, that I should go, just for the hell of it. </div> <bR> <div> A woman, a mutual friend then called me one day and gave me, `a bit of information': I would learn that Ricky Jackson was paying for the Entire Wedding, and that Marlene was to be the Maid-of-Honor; Ricky was the Best Man, and so Marlene along with Miss T, stated that they did not want me at the Wedding. I started to laugh. The woman further said to me, "But tell me something, isn't Marlene a married woman, married to one of your Bremmer cousin?" Reality suddenly hit me! </div> <bR> <div> Now, it would explain a few things and as to why Marlene was making all those unnecessary trips to Negril; why she and Miss T was always whispering, taking in parables when in my presence's. Why it was heavily rumored in Jamaica that "a well-known-married woman was constantly coming down to Jamaica to be with Ricky, even as I was pushing him away from me." </div> <div> The latter comment was made in a more satirical tone to me. My reply was; "more power to him!"  I did not realize that my pushing Ricky Jackson away from me was causing him to become more angry against me, and to the point of him killing and murdering my family members in his quest to retaliate against me. </div> <bR> <div> The Woman also said to me, "This is why you should go." </div> <bR> <div> Well, that was why I wouldn't go.  There was just some strange uneasiness about the whole wedding thing. Something tells me that 'something wasn't right.' I promised myself that I would stay away from the Wedding and everyone involved. </div> <bR> <div> I wanted to be no where near their fiasco and train-wreck. Later, I would learn from a Missy, just;  <I>"How Beryl, Miss T, Robley's Wife_ Lisa, and all of them got together "to aid and assisted in a concoction to help Marlene in getting Ricky to sleep with Marlene to produce an heir.</I> " A trap where-in Marlene, Miss Sandra e would become tied to Ricky's Wealth and Legacy for life." </div> <bR> <div> Only the plan didn't work, and Ricky did not show up to Marlene's room that night as it was planned for him. I just couldn't laugh any harder on this one. After all, Michele marriage<I><B> </B></I>to William would place her in the works in getting a free house from Ricky, just like the one Ricky built; was building, and gave to his cousin Winston { not true; but a so-them think} The bridal shower list consist of items that would become useful in the latter house: Only nice set of bathroom towels from Macy's Bridal catalog! (LOL)! No bridal gift from me. Not now, not ever.  </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>The Mt. Airy All-Age School Project That Would Embarrassed Me:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> Miss T and I had worked on a project that would place me at time in Jamaica and Negril as well. The fan-fare would take place at Jurassic Park the first Sunday Afternoon, and a week prior to the "Wedding of the Century." So, I was there and would attend to the project with her. Little did I know that Miss T, in working/conspiring with, Doreen behind my back, had set a date that would have me doing the project with her, and back in the USA before the Wedding of the Century as well. </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>What Got Ricky So Angry At Me? Back to the Killing Field of Darkness:</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> I arrived in Jamaica sometime in July. Two days later, Ricky stopped outside Elaine's Beauty shop and stated that he wanted to talk with me. Chalis was with him in the car." As a matter of fact, his exact words were; "You not leaving any time soon' cause I want to talk to you." I reply by saying, "No man, I'll be here for awhile." Three weeks went by swiftly. </div> <bR> <div> I saw Laul Edward's, just about the week before I would depart and ask him, as to the where-abouts of Ricky. He told me that "Ricky was busy with spreading manure up at Mountain, but `him' will soon come, as in the next week, or before the week is over. That Ricky was soon to leave all of that, as he is in the Wedding and is actually the person behind planning some of the events." Laul,  like many others  had assumed that I was going to be in Jamaica and would be attending the wedding. Only I never mention that I had no intention of attending that Wedding or its reception. The Saturday the Wedding was to take place was the day, I had schedule myself to leave the island. I may have mentioned this only to Vanica my sister-in-law at the time, and probably out of anger as I was been badgered by Beryl and her clan as to `when I planned on leaving the island.' </div> <bR> <div> I would spend enough time with my son down there, as well as time for me to not be anywhere on the island on the day and evening after their big celebration. </div> <bR> <div> It was about an hours before the wedding and my departure to the Airport that Laul Edwards tried to stop me, and told me that Ricky had asked that I "do not leave." His exact words were that. <I>" You can't leave; Boss sey you can't leave."</I> </div> <bR> <div> They tried to stop me, however, I wouldn't turn back. Ricky sent William the Groom after me and all the way into Hanover. I had said my tearful goodbye to my baby, and so be it. The word was out that 'I wasn't wanted at the wedding; that I would 'outshine them' all, that Ricky would have tried to pay all his attention on me, and so, I wasn't wanted there.' Well, to me, if I was going to be the only woman, going to be there, that they were worried about, then there's wasn't anything to worry about. The wedding or its reception wasn't going to be a place for me, and for many reasons: </div> <bR> <div> I never shopped for a dress to attend this wedding, didn't planned on going from day one, and didn't planned even after I learnt that it was `Open Invitation'. I wasn't going there to try to catch any bouquet from anyone, as I wasn't putting myself on the market. The waltz and seduction that Marlene had planned and for  herself, wouldn't get 'sidelined' by me. Ricky deserves just that! Furthermore, I had already received enough nuisance telephone calls from that slut Miss Marlene along with Miss T, who is and was suppose to be my best friend at the time. </div> <bR> <div> I sat down  May 9,1998,  in  a meeting with Ricky Jackson. By agreement from many messages sent to me by Jimmy Jackson. C<I>ant understand why, but, perhaps, he wanted to do me in himself, </I>I  now  agreed to sit down and talk with Ricky, to hear what he wanted to talk to me about. And to the point of ordering a hit on me, just because I did not attend a wedding feast he had engeneer for his cause, call Witchcraft, or Obeah.</div> <bR> <div> Things would make sense as Ricky would tell me all that Marlene came and said to him about me. It would all make sense, about the plot amongst Marlene and her family. The thought that Marlene  had assume that my Travel Agency Business was paid for by Ricky Jackson is surprising. I understand that the Coffee Shop that Ricky had promised her back in 1988-89 that never did materialized, and to her expectation. However, I am forever reminded that women like herself who have no idea that Ricky was using them and for his own amusement, could never had dawn on her stupid dumb-ass.    I had to laugh about her assumption.  [laughing ] <I>"What a Fucking set of losers they really are!" If you never know your past history; you are bound to repeat it. After all no one needs to remind any of them anything, as  her grandmother, Sister Crishie, Mass Johnnie, burp-burp, and Miss Linda story, are not so old.</I> </div> <div>  </div> <div> Yet, it was the fact that they had Ricky so angry with me, that in his fit of rage, he ordered me dead that had angered me. I used the word `they', as they all knew Ricky, and that his sense of judgement and reasoning is limited. That he's that child that still hurt from childhood pain of his father abandoning him along with a crazy mother had the boy Ricky Jackson with a very limited IQ, to say the least. I am not the only person, of whom Ricky had spoken to about his pain. So for them t o think so selfishly about the plot the orchestrated, was indeed a very cruel and evil them.  Or am I the only person who actually listens to him, Ricky when he talks about his demons. Am I the only person that hears him, when he is going off. I think not.  I recalled him saying to me: <I>"Noamie, you are the only woman in which if tomorrow should come, and I find myself with nothing, you are the only woman who would want me after. The only thing all them other women are after, is my dick and my money; trust me!"</I>   Shock registered on my face. I asked him if I was that transparent. Ricky told me, "Yes, as he had long since knew that I was never interested in material things from a man. Pressa, [referring to my late father] had raise us well" I laugh. </div> <bR> <div> Miss T, my best friend,  knew that I had worked hard to obtain money in setting up my Travel Agency Business, and yet she sat there with Marlene cutting my throat, about my business and me, getting money from Ricky Jackson. Such was a bold-face lie. To the point that, that slutty whore Marlene was constantly on the telephone harassing my business and me. Then both she and Michele had the heart to have gone to Doreen to complain to her, on me, that, "They do not know why I had seen them and refuse to speak." Thus, Doreen had begun pressuring me, as if I was her child to go over and talk with these two. A set of hypocrites they are. I am not surprise. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>A Wedding Fiasco with Disappointments</U></B>: </div> <bR> <div> I often wondered as I was to hear details of what had transpired, and surrounding the Wedding Reception Bashment: The how many cows, goats, pigs that was slaughtered, to include the other fiasco's, that perhaps, the paying for, and some of the planning that went into it, was done in an evil way by Ricky, to hound me: - A seduction that never took place; The limousine that never showed up on time; the best man who refuses to give a speech; The Best man who refuses to dance; the food that went like hot-cakes to; - Ricky throwing them out of his place before 10PM<B>.</B> </div> <bR> <div> Later when the accident took place, almost killing me, I was not only shock, I was hurt. I shouldn't have to be the one to wait on anyone. Having gotten tired of verbal attacks from Rickys women, my desire is and was  to stay as far from him as possible. Even as his desire is to get as close as possible. After all, lightning did strike me twice. I was again terrible hurt, and somewhat disappointed that Ricky would order my death, out of pure anger and a deep sense of jealousy. I was the only person who would listen to him, as he poured out his heart in anger and pain after his father had set up his American wife, Gail Jackson to get the FBI to confiscate all of Ricky's assets by tying my name to Ricky. From 1978, until now, I bore the scars and kept all the secrets,  too painful to tell, until now. </div> <bR> <div> In all of this, I am still trying to figure out, what came first; the chicken or the eggs. You know the Bible holds many parables about "Feast and Eating," and every time, this Michele's Wedding was talked about, "A Flash of Red Light" appears above my head. It was a feast planned for a bride that never arrived. Who has an ear to hear, let him hear! I have longed since known about 'Feasting' and from that August 26, 1972 , morning, as Mass Roy Woolcock, Hylton Froome and their friends were returning from a feast 'a Heavy D-Lawrence Cult Fiesta', initiation, that they had gone to, set up by a foe; how they died coming around that corner that morning , in Sheffield, that Feasting and Deadly Car Accident goes and in hands, in the working of the lord's Obeah-working hands, heavily known as 'Science, spelt differently.' </div> <bR> <div> Ricky had confirmed to me back in 1990 that he had joined that 'lodge' and his pledge is that, 'none of his woman could ever leave him'. Jimmy Jackson, his father, had confirmed this, the night he came to Derrick Hogg's Wedding, and had insisted  on driving me home, that 'he wanted to talk to me; he had to speak with me on a delicate matter, "You cannot be allowed to leave Ricky; Never try to leave him," were the exact words. Well, the oath that Ricky took, as his oath, in his pledge, not mine, and surely not on my life, for for sure, he made his bed. </div> <bR> <div> However, I did worked out a deal with him, in that "We would be friends for life.'" What this meant, is that, we would get along, talk, laugh, and even at times, upon his own words and mouth, that every time I am to come to Jamaica, I should call Michele his worker at the Hotel, to have Michele set up a room for me, [and my son] , he emphasized, and come down and enjoy myself.   So, we had a deal. Well, the deal went to hell, thanks to Ricky, as well as his father Jimmy. For for sure, I do not take lightly to Gail Jackson and Jimmy calling any USA FBI on me, as a way of scoring on some feud between them and Ricky during their rocky relationship, between 1997-2004. As the old Jamaica saying goes, "If you can't catch Harry, you catch him shut." </div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Jealousy-Hate-Obsession -Jealousy</U></B> </div> <bR> <div> It was Sister Burzella who would sun things up the best: Inherited traits. She stated to me, "Mum, Ricky did not get that witchcraft behavior from our side of the family. He got it from the other side," meaning the Henry side of Family. </div> <bR> <div> I had gone and done some twenty years of research into all of these things to include the Johnson side of me and him, the Daley side of me and him, the Gordon side of me and him. In all of this, the only fault I find is that the Daley, the Indian side of us, is all filled with badminded-ness and jealousy. I wrote about 'jealousy' in another chapter, as the very word needs a lot of explanation.  </div> <bR> <div> So, I visited the Henry-Campbell to see wherein the root lies. Boy, was I in for a whole lot of surprises. I had also gone in search of the mental illness that appears to plague the Henry family. Ms. Johnson, Ricky's grandmother married into the Henry Clan. The Henry Clan is integrated into the Campbell Clan. </div> <div> Irene Daley-Bell is not of the Henry-Campbell Clan. However, while living up at "Crow Top, Johnson Top, she had adopted the traits and trade of dealing in Witchcraft. I recalled as a young girl, no more than four years of age that Grandmother Emma had sent me to Doll-Doll shop. On my way back, I spotted Ms. Irene in the bushes down by Seita Cow pasture, trying to throw some 'strange things' over onto Ms. Campbell place and under the neeseburry trees. My head grows, as in when there are strange spirits around. [Because] I wasn't afraid; it didn't bother me any. Furthermore, as Ms. Irene had assumed that I was a mere child, and was clueless in her dealing, she turned around and headed back up to her house on the hill. Its no wonder that Inez and her daughter would come to inherit the traits, as did Ricky. However, to have practiced their art on me, was a mistake. I have yet to see anyone who made a life of `witchcraft' comes to any good, in the final end of things. Yes, for awhile they will have appears to have prospered; yet as time passed, the Rod of Correction and The Great Powers of God would prevail. </div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="312" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 44 WIDTH="308"><div> Fallen Angel landed on the housetop, I braced myself for its visit</div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#FF0000 HEIGHT= 19 WIDTH="308"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="19" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="308" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>May 1990: Who In Orange Hill Will Forget </U></B></div> <div> I had gone to bed my usual hour of bedtime. Suddenly, I could hear the owl calling. It was then that I could hear the loud thunderous footsteps, like a great big giant walking on the top of the roof. The Zinc under its feet seems to screem and scrunch from these giant heavy iron feet. I would listen as the feet made its way from the back of the house to the front. There they stopped. The front door blew open, as if by a gentle wind. I turned on the light. I tried to go and close the door, however, something told me to lie there. Let the door be. I say there. All was silent except for the owl calling out. The cry of the owl is a bad sign. I lay there watching both the door and the light from my window. </div> <bR> <div> I could not sleep. <FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Eurostile" ><B>WHATEVER HAD ENTERED MY ROOM WOULD NOT ALLOW</B></FONT> me to sleep. I must lay awake. I lay still in one place. The light from the old lamp sitting on the dining table makes me feel not so alone. I lay there on my bed, saying the 23rd Psalm to myself. I tried to read, but find that I could not read. Instead, I kept my eyes on the open front door and the window, expecting to see who or what would walked in on me. There was nothing, except for whatever that came in to haunt me. This would become my nightly companion for over the next four months. Things would go from bad to worst. By day, I would been hounded by Inez and her daughters like a hound looking for fresh blood. By night, I would become hounded by the evil witchcraft that they had sent out to haunt me, into madness. In the midst of it all, Ricky was doing his share. Money and power had allowed him to watch part of his game played out. </div> <bR> <div> One night, perhaps a night to remember, as the Fallen Angel landed on the housetop, and I braced myself for its visit, in the stillness of the night, I watched Sister Lucille slipped off her bed, and began praying. I listened to her as she began speaking in tongue. I listened to every word that came out of her mouth, as in the Holy Spirit she would rebuke the devil, the evil, this Fallen Angel that was sent upon me. This demon from hell, that Ms. Irene Bell, her daughter Inez along with their daughter and Granddaughter Carlene had set upon me, to fight me for a man that they view as a cash cow for their daughter would join in, and become my worst enemy as well. A man, who claimed he loves me, has deep feeling for me. A man that truly wasn't capable f loving anyone but himself. A man filled with evil. A man called Ricky Jackson, the Don, the notorious killer of a Don; A Drug Dealer.</div> <bR> <div> In the spirit and the tongues, Sister Lucille rebukes the evil, to not lay a hand upon me, to not touch me. The truth is, I have had some protection around me as my Godmother had already visit, and with the help of Mum and the others had washed me, given me a bath. In the trace, they hid the medicine they had used. The only thing I remembered was then telling me to get the towels. I still laugh. </div> <div> Nevertheless, they were no match for this demon from hell; This Fallen Angel. This was Sister Lucille assignment from God. </div> <bR> <div> For month, this was and became  Sister Lucille ritual. She would pray for me, even without knowing whom she was praying for. She would battled this dragon even without knowing for whom this dragon was sent. She battled this dragon away from the child, from the strike of midnight until the darning of the morning. It was then that I could sleep; from 6:00 AM `til about 9:00AM. Sister Lucille would never come to know just who she was praying for, until years later, for God has hidden 'the child' from her eyes. It wasn't until October of 1997, that God would reveal to Sister Lucille as to whom she had prayed for, had intercede for so powerful in 1990. </div> <bR> <div> My Godmother may have died and left me, but I was never alone. She never left me alone. She would often come to sit by my bed and comfort me. She would comfort me; even when there was no one to comfort me. She would tell me to go for a walk. I would smile, get up from where I would be sitting and start walking. My godmother never left my side. Auntie Lou [Mum] never left my side. My grandfather's mother never left my side. My grandmother Mother, Jane never left my side. </div> <bR> <div> So, when rumor had it that I was crazy, I could not be, for for sure none of their evil could touch me. Yes, it could create havoc around me. It could turn good people bad around me. It could close some doors in my face, but could never touch me. Birth and my christening already secreted me. What Ricky Jackson could not do to me in the work of Witchcraft, he recruited in the physical to destroy me.  I would loose all my jobs as soon as he learned where I worked here in the United States, simply by using his connection through the drug trade. </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="312" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 44 WIDTH="308"><div> Fallen Angel landed on the housetop, I braced myself for its visit</div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#FF0000 HEIGHT= 38 ><NOBR><div>     I listened as Sister Lucille prayed and  </div> <div>             rebuked this evil</div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>Sister Lucille and I:</U></B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#666699" FACE="Eurostile" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>Sister Lucille:</B> How long have you got it, she asked this October morning of 1997? </div> <div> <B>Noamie:</B> I answer: A long time ago. I was born with it. This is what my God mother[Ms. Addie] was trying to tell you and Sieta as she was dying. Her dying words to take care of me, for there will come a time when I will need you. You all didn't understand these things to come. It [the gift] had helped me, even as you were getting off your bed those nights, slipping onto the floor to pay for me, back in 1990. I could even interpret your praying in tongue. </div> <div> <B>Sister Lucille:</B> It was <I>YOU</I>; YOU? </div> <div> <B>Noamie:</B> Yes, it was me. </div> <div> <B>Sister Lucille:</B> My God in Heaven; Praise be to Jesus. It was you; From I was born! </div> <bR> <div> I left Sister Lucille yard that morning to carry on my work that day. She bid me well, as she herself echoed that "Go on; you not finish yet." Yes, the Holy Spirit was speaking through her as well. She now knew the rest, as I did. </div> <bR> <div> That day, I had to visit the house that Leon Hog had been living in when he was killed. That day, I had to release his spirit from the blockage of evil. Leon had asked me to come and assist him. In the dreams and vision, he had given me three signs that indeed it was him. I went to confirm the signs. His sister Precious answered and confirmed for me what he had stated and showed me. Precious told me that "I could not have know either, hadn't Leon told and showed me." There is always confirmation from two or three person or things. God has a way of doing things; His way. </div> <bR> <div> The Fallen Angel, the devil, the most vile evil would be left to wander the roads of Tillbury, West Cliffe and Orange Hill for decades and up to this time. This Fallen Angel had been left wandering the street, the road, and with no one to fall on; me whom it was sent upon. Not having no where to go back to, many innocent young man would loose their life in untimely death, leaving their families with unanswered question. Ricky Jackson would continue to kill innocent young man like there is no tomorrow and with no one to stop him. </div> <bR> <div> The fallen Angel was sent upon me by Ms. Irene, her daughter Inez and their daughter and Granddaughter Carlen in 1990. This Fallen Angel that Ricky Jackson, he, himself was a part of. Its master had turned him loose. This demon had returned to Inez Russell's yard and was bothering her grandson, Ricky's boy. The boy had stop growing. The boy was sick. Who will take the fall? Who will pay the price? When the lot was cast, it fell on Leon Hogg. <U>[</U><I><U>A Frog that would not let me forget </U></I><U>]</U><B> </B> After all, according to them Sister Herm, Leon's Hogg mother, should withstand the pain, the fall. Yet, it didn't end here, as more and more young men, young promising guys of the District will go. What people do not understand, that when they go out to do certain evil, such as contacting and working with Fallen Angels, that once they are loose on the earth, in the earth realm, that only the Power of God, a direct intervening from God himself that can remove these lavation from the earth. That it is a very, grave serious act of evil to go this far into the shadow of darkness. </div> <bR> <div> <I>Each year, I can tell when a young man is about to be taken away. I have spent many a night interceding for souls, whose faces I have seen whose names I cannot reveal. The devil, the evil is smart and crafty. The devil knows that God is watching him.</I></div> <bR> <div> Let me points out, that at no time, did I solicited Derrick's help. I already knew that Ricky was after him, Derrick, and was too busy watching every move that Derrick made. Nevertheless, from this time, to almost a decade later, I took sweet comfort in watching Ricky as he would trail Derrick in every direction, with the hopes of catching us together, again, and just so that he would use it to blackmail Derrick with Georgia. Thus, in 1997, while Ricky was busy trailing Derrick all over Jamaica, I laugh as I was able to go about freely and do my thing. I thank Derrick at a later month and year for it, as Derrick looked at me in utter amazement. Little did he knew what I knew and was aware of. </div> <bR> <div> Ricky had since then gone and taken other people's children life, for revenge on me, for their help in my escaping his anger. It was not my fault that he made a pack with the devil. It wasn't my fault that he wanted the power of evil. And that he would stop at nothing, until he gain his wishes, and all for his own glory. Thus, I would ask God to delay his hands upon his evil, to allow time to pass, until the harvest is ready for reaping. That none of Derrick's Boys do deserve to be killed by the evil revenging hands of Ricky Jackson. That God would watch over my son, the son he <B><U>hitmotized</U></B> in 1996, for reasons everyone around me believe he did, so that I would have to come back to Jamaica and live. A Jamaica, a Negril where-in he would begin his evil attacks all over again. The only thing I am guilty of with this man, is not allowing him to use me for his sexual fantasy and for his own dirty selfish cause.</div> <bR> <div> Be aware Orange Hill People, that there is two times in the year when you must watch over your young boys and pray without ceasing. These are the time of the year when Ricky's D-Lawrence evil pledges strike. He must take the life of a boy, a young man, in his prime. Ricky's pledge and wager to the devil is blood, the blood of his own people, even those closes to him, who he had eaten bread with. There is no such thing as coincident. Instead there's faith, and there's belief. There's evil. Know that there is evil, as Satan took Jesus up onto the mountain to tempt him. Examine, carefully, the words of Satan: "If you will bow down and worship me, I will give you these things...." <I><B>"Mathew 4 vs. 1-11. </B></I></div> <bR> <div> Ricky's wealth and prosperity comes from these things. [But] his time is running out, and the evil in him knows this. Thus the heart of soul of whom who was suppose to have been my best friend, now belongs to him. Yes, she sold herself to the devil, in the hope of getting land bought from Mr. Gordon and a nice house on it, all in exchange for my blood. Ricky's false pride and humiliation had him feeling that he is been laugh-at by his peers and those whom he wished to impress, seeing me with a husband; an old white man, at that; the one who seems to keep that smile on my face. The devil- god who felt disrespected. </div> <div> <I><B>"Blessed are those who had washed their robe in the Blood of the Lamb..." Revelation & (Revelation 16, vs. 14 -15).</B></I>                                                             <A HREF="id88.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Chapter 24 Take The Name of Jesus With Y"><U>Continued....</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 38 WIDTH="678"><div> <I><B>This site and its pages are Copyright 1998-2008. Noamie's Negril- Jamaican Tea Room. All Rights Reserved. Web site Designed by: Noamie</B></I></div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>