"You know too much, girl. You always have. We’ll see how far you make it."

-countless nameless gvmt. officials to yours truly

In November of 2007, a twelve year old girl hopped out of the window of an oppressive, tumultuous living situation on a whim of pure, uncontrolled instinct, and from that day on, pursued a career as a brand of anarchist that involved being in almost constant danger and mental turmoil. To this day, her parents are unable to understand what in the world could have driven her to make such a decision.  Hopefully one of these days, that will change. In 2016, this same twelve year old girl sits at the Downtown Library, twenty years old with three distinct personalities as a result of the traumas I have endured as a result of the system of greed, avarice, dishonesty, and plain out creepiness, honestly, that is American capitalism. From ill-willed magick worked at the upper echelons of our federal government, to underground labs and bunkers, to trafficking of names and records based off of personal feelings toward an individual, I have seen a great many things in a short time.

The name on my birth certificate is Caralia Renee Panizzon. I am an Italian/Egyptian-American female from Aurora, Colorado.

Yes, after nearly eight and a half years of investigating upon, reporting on, and unearthing veins of corruption and evil in the country I call home, I am very soon hanging up the proverbial "red and black coat" and have succumbed to the next Fate. This decision was difficult for me, as it meant both facing recovery and leaving behind the one true purpose and calling I had found. I work solo, so luckily retirement was and always has been my own decision to make.

When asked to state the one thing I had hoped to accomplish with such a daring, almost stupid decision at a young age, I replied, "To spread awareness and shed light on the fact that these things are real, happening nationwide, twenty four seven, and most that experience them end up silenced, knocked off the radar, ostracized in a judgmental society, or just kept subdued.

Knowledge is power in a society where knowledge gets you targeted. Let me be 21st century Paul Revere when I very adamantly state that We The People have two choices as a race at this point- wake up and put an end to it, or eventually just wipe our own race out. I'll let you come to your own conclusion as to which is more likely at this point in time. Either way, the truth is staring you in the face with a smug look on its face.

Presumably, the best place with thwich to begin would be the so aptly dubbed "drug war," as this facet of the expose is most prevalent in my life on the day I pen these words. Wearing the label of an alcoholic/drug addict tends to spur stigma and is also a criminalizing factor in the clandestine totalitarianism that we are living in. Selective groups of elite, priviledged executives manufacture addictive substances and pump them into cities. Those of us who have fallen for an intoxicating substance of some sort perpetuate the spread of narcotics, alcoholm and tobacco from inner city to towns, townships, and like a cancer, it spreads. The end result is a large populace of brain damaged, psychologically and holistically battered citizens that more often than not fall into an isolating web of despair and confusion. For who once was an adequately happy human being finds themselves altered, often without shelter, and many relationships lost. From a psychologist's standpoint, Maslow's hierarchy is ripped away from a citizen due to this mass method of crowd control that permeates Western society at large.