Years ago my husband lost his battle with cancer. As part of my grief therapy I was advised to get outside and walk. Walking transitioned into hiking. Then, hiking was combined with painting, drawing, and photography. Finally, I made the transition into camping overnight so I could capture the beauty in the state parks, forests, farms, and ranches. I had found peace in hiking while surrounded by nature’s beauty and my life was getting back on track with each adventure.
My two neighbors, along with their son and two daughters, started stalking me at my home, in the campgrounds, across state lines, and on the hiking trails. The wife engaged others to gang stalk via social media based upon her lies until I was being surrounded on the road, in parking lots, and even while in a supermarket. I sold my home of 36 years and moved away from those neighbors.
The daughter immediately showed up in the new community in front of my new home and recruited a couple within my new community. The new couple have careers in fraud investigations and prior law enforcement. They used their skills to engage neighbors and the men in a local club to actively participate in the gang stalking. They are collecting false evidence by stealing my trash for DNA, taking photos of me, breaking into my vehicles, and are now engaging others to gain entry into my home.
Today as I write this post, my vehicles sit in my driveway. I am locked within my home for weeks at a time. If I start the engine of my vehicle, within minutes a white SUV with black lettering arrives at my home to stalk me, parks at the intersection, and conducts a drive-by stalking to track my movements in my front yard. Along with the white SUV, a man immediately shows up in a four-wheeler or white truck pretending to collect litter while stalking me in front, on the side, or behind my home. He is one of the key participants communicating with the couple in this subdivision to organize and execute their plan to destroy my life.
I’ve begged 24+ times for a ‘victim advocate’ for help to guide me, advise me, and help me deal with the stalking and the filing of injunctions. There has been a complete denial of victim advocate services from the police, the victim advocate county director, and all other county resource centers for a victim advocate. The denial of services casts a huge shadow upon those not responding.
After a stalker from a local club used his drone to case my home during daylight hours to find ways to break into my home, I knew the stalking events were taking their toll on my health and wellbeing. I had to find a way to reduce the stress since the local county and city exhibited a ‘hands-off’ position during my torture. I searched victim advocate sites throughout the U.S. and found different types of therapy suggested for stalking victims. Some of the therapy mentioned was eco-art, nature journaling, and nature art therapy. This was my ray of hope!
I researched and implemented art therapy into my daily life. My anxiety reduced as I went onto my back porch just steps from my backdoor, sat down, and started sketching the big, old trees in my yard. The anxiety slowly faded for two hours as I heard the birds singing, smelled the lead of my pencil scratching into the drawing paper, and studied the beauty of the old oak within my drawing.
Further research provided another ray of hope. Nature journaling and eco-art therapy were often combined. I found research, theories, strategies, and implemented those immediately into my daily life. I dug out old sketchbooks I’ve had for years still buried in the moving boxes.
The next day while searching through my old sketchbooks, there was one page two years old with a tiny drawing, bulleted list, and my dream for a bamboo farm on the new empty lot I had purchased next to my new tiny home. I closed the sketchbook and I ordered the bamboo plants for my bamboo farm. My new plan – nature journal while using art therapy to document my entire venture into building a bamboo farm to cope with the anxiety from the gang stalking by my neighbors in this community.
This blog will contain entries from my eco-nature art therapy moments while also providing you with some strategies, activities, and ways for you to nature journal, explore eco-art therapy, and learn about the bamboo farm.
My plan is to put my energy and focus on sharing these incredible eco-art experiences with you as I attempt to understand – no deal – with the evil within the gang stalkers of this community.
Am I still being stalked?
Yes! The stalking continues supervised by the two neighbors recruiting a citizen vigilante group intent to destroy my life. Recently, their final intentions were shared with me by a concerned community member. Their newest mission – set me up for a crime I did not commit so they can ruin my life. Their plan includes breaking into my home and vehicles to ‘plant’ the evidence they have created, then contact law enforcement individuals to investigate me.
You may be asking, “Why start this blog during such a chaotic time in my life?”
I want to chronicle my eco-art or nature art therapy drawings from the point of view of a “victim of stalking”. There are a lot of books written about the theories and methods professionals administer using art-therapy, but nothing from the point of view of an individual self-administering eco-art therapy while being stalked with no support services from the police, community or county officials. I will focus on the positive aspects within eco-art therapy by posting activity steps, some pics, and tips/tricks for you to use while exploring eco-art, nature journaling, and art therapy. Please join me by starting your own nature journal.
What is my hope for this blog?
I want this blog to go viral so that others may find peace, even for just two or three hours, within nature journaling, doodling while being in nature, and experience how nature can change your life.
Help spread the word about eco-art to everyone via your social media. And please reach out to those who are being stalked and may need eco-art therapy to help them deal with their anxiety and stress. Take them on a hike, share time with them doing some eco-art, and bring them an art kit. They will be forever grateful to you.
“It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.” – Anne Frank
Thank you so much for your kind support and sharing this blog with the world.
Nature Journalist &The Bamboo Farmer