Personal log 5 : my memories of the aftermath TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS KKK, FREEMASONS,SEX TRAFFICKING, INCEST , ABUSE BOTH PHYSICAL AND MENTAL, GASLIGHTING AND NARCISSISM IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE PLEASE SKIP THIS

For the next few days after I had wrongly accused the young boy, I remember being in school I remember all of the students every last one of them looking at me weird I remember I had maybe two friends I remember my brother went to the junior high school next door and that made it easy for my parents to drop him off and pick me up and drop me off at school cuz we are so close but I remember I didn't like the ceiling of the way people looked at me I didn't like the feeling of the way the teachers treated me and I remember feeling nauseated it was my first time experiencing anxiety it was my first time experiencing feeling of not being wanted and so I didn't go to the first grade for more than maybe two or three days because I would go to school and then I would get sent to the nurse's office and go home because I didn't feel good when in reality I have anxiety and didn't want to be at school and just wanted to be at home so I go home and go to bed I would go home I would read a book and go home I would snuggle my dog I would watch TV or a movie I would lay on my mother's bed my Aunt Lynn I would feel welcome and comforted and loved and I didn't want to go to school because it didn't feel like that and just gave me anxiety my parents ended up changing my school eventually but not before getting me to fully complete the first grade there I did my repeat in a different classroom I barely remember the teacher I think she was female I'm pretty sure I remember it was the only first grade classroom where my principal came into the classroom and specifically checked up on me I think my principal knew he knew that I was special that I was living a special life . Special? Hahaha! That's a fancy way to say that I was a sex trafficking victim that I was an incest victim that I was being gasoline by every adult in my life other than a handful of teachers at school and that I didn't understand what three of the same letter in a row meant I didn't understand that there were so many greater and bigger things and so many conspiracies about my father Sam preslar ,my uncle Chuck and the men who trafficked me and continue to traffic people in Arizona.

at this point when I refer to my mother and father I will be referring to Myra Lynn Lunt and her husband Charles Lunt . And when I refer to my biological father and my biological mother that is how they will be referred to as the biological parents

I remember we stayed at the same address 123 fifth avenue . for a little bit longer. My father would get approved for a job for Khalil. He also had a very high ranking job in the LDS priesthood. He also was a major part the political backing team of Raymond speakman. 

I remember learning that something happened between my mom Lynn , her sister Sharon and my father Charles Lunt . I remember she said something to the effect of the reason my dad had lost the priesthood was because he had committed adultery and that he had slept with Aunt Sharon I didn't understand at the time being a little more than eight or nine years old that sleeping with someone didn't actually mean you were going to sleep in a bed next to a person because I had slept with my sisters since I could always remember in fact there isn't many more than a few days I can count on my hands where I've slept by myself in a bed without another human being or living being in that bed with me. 

 but something happened to both my mother and my father in their personal life . And this caused my Aunt Lynn and Uncle Chuck to move all of us into an enormous house dad got a new job we'd heard he was working for pomelco now a division of aluminum Alcoa that made aluminum parts for airplanes and aircraft carriers we were really proud of my dad and it allowed us to go to a lot of places but then something else happened and we had to move again because not my dad didn't lose his job or anything I remember that but I remember that we moved from the big house with the fireplaces and the library to the small house with a tiny dining room and a bedroom I had to share that I didn't have my own closet in. It was rough and scary but my dad was still working for the same place he had been working for and he was still making pretty good money I had been told and we moved the final time of my childhood to the Nevada way house the house that most of the trauma of my life would happen, where I would first meet and see my very first boyfriend where I would bring my first born child home to see my mother and where my sister would burn the house down.