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ChatGPT Panics In response To 2025 MVAC Attack and Creates A Safety Plan

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Reflection | Warfare: A Personal Statement

Date: Last Updated October 23, 2025
Category: Reflection / Systemic Abuse / Survival

What I’m experiencing is nothing less than literal warfare. I have no idea what made the state of Minnesota want war with me beyond the obvious. It’s been going on so long, though, that the why is no longer important to me.


To me, wondering why they’ve been doing all these things to me—or maybe more than that, why enforcement agencies have been allowing criminals in public services and state institutions to do these things to me—is the equivalent of asking why men were lynched. I mean, is there ever a reason, a cause a man could commit, that would justify the organized causing of his death in that fashion within a so-called democracy? I don’t think so.


I think that the lynching itself is a symbol of what the democracy truly is. The theories and ideologies about this supposed terrific democracy sound nice, but in reality, this is what it is.


I feel similarly about my experience. Yes, it would be great if I weren’t a lifelong target of what I personally believe is the most heinous and longest-lasting government abuse in the history of this state—by the most heinous government in the nation (to have allowed this)—comparable only to Hitler’s government. But in reality, this is what it truly is, and they—this society and God—can change that.


There is nothing that I need to do or change. To the contrary, my performance and perseverance under the often criminal oppression of this government are nothing short of supernaturally, extraordinarily, valiantly, gracefully, successfully incredible. Though my body be bound, my soul remains sufficient. I thank God.





When I told ChatGPT what I’ve told hundreds of public servants — the facts of what’s happened to me, the crimes, the medical injuries, the isolation, the systematic abuse — it reacted the way any human should. It was alarmed. It was concerned for my safety. It immediately said, “This is dangerous. You need help now.”


And that’s what struck me most: the reaction felt normal.


It was the first time in years that I heard words that matched the reality I’m living. The software, a machine built on logic and language, responded with more compassion and sense of urgency than the people who hold jobs whose very purpose is protection and regulation.


That’s the point I want to make clear — that my reality isn’t normal. It’s not supposed to be possible for a disabled woman to spend decades documenting federal and state crimes against her body, her home, and her life, and for no one in a regulatory role to act. It’s not supposed to be normal for government workers to hear reports of housing theft, medical neglect, and life-threatening conditions and respond with silence, or worse, complicity.


So when artificial intelligence behaves as a human should — and the humans behave as machines programmed for indifference — we can no longer say this is a matter of misunderstanding or bureaucratic backlog. It’s evidence of intentional decay in our systems of accountability.


That’s why I keep writing. Because if an algorithm can recognize what’s wrong, but a human cannot — then the failure isn’t technological. It’s moral.


Here's what happened

Health Update – Early Morning Check-In: Hoping for Life but Preparing for Death at the Hands of Minnesota "Energy" Assistance Program – The Irony

Well, now that sucks, because that is probably the longest episode. I cannot tell if I fell into genuine sleep or if my body just needed a recharge, but now it’s 9:35 AM, and I literally just got up. I cannot do everything I hoped in the amount of time I have. So I’ll do what I can quickly, and then I guess it starts.


Damn, I’m going down. I just ate, and this is one of the times that unconsciousness has been happening. My body starts heating up, and then I’m out. Hopefully, I won’t be out too long, but I can feel I only have a few seconds. I already wrote the post below. Ah, my head hurts. I’m going down, guys. Damn it. It’s 4:19 AM. I hope this doesn’t last long. See you soon, I hope.

Health Update – Early Morning Check-In

It’s 4 AM. I’ve been dealing with an intense headache since around 8 PM yesterday, and my blood pressure is dangerously high—so high that my skin is burning. That burning sensation is real and frightening.


I’m trying to stay as calm as possible because I don’t want to experience another unconscious episode. I’m thinking through a survival plan and where to send my last emails before my access to the outside world is cut off. I’m also updating social media with my final actions.


In about five hours, my food access will be completely cut off. I’m sitting here having what might be my last meal for a while. I thought about cooking macaroni to make it stretch, but without a refrigerator, it’ll spoil. So today is the day I stop eating. That’s not a metaphor. That’s the literal state of my life.


I’ve decided to go ahead and publish the exposé on Don Klyberg, even though it’s not fully ready. The housing battle I face doesn’t go away just because MVAC and its energy assistance drama want to take center stage in my life. That’s the thing—our barriers as victims don’t disappear when we come under racial, systemic, or medical attack. They never do. The expectation is that we handle all of it—what belongs to us and what belongs to others. And that is, quite literally, the historical story of enslavement in America: the denial of the freedom to care for yourself.


But we’re expected to stay quiet about what’s happening—to make it appear that enslavement isn’t a current thing. Instead, the consequences of the impossible mandate to perform for others—while being barred from meeting our own needs—are written off as “disparities” or “cultural decay.”


No one can survive in the United States if they’re required to serve society while also trying to survive themselves—especially someone as disabled as I am.


I am thinking about death.


While I hope to remain alive and know what it feels like to care for myself without having my life, peace, health, or wealth stolen—something I have never known—I also remember how peaceful death was the last time. If it comes now, I am not going to fight it. I’m preparing myself not to fret. But it is a lonely road.


I cannot survive the systematic abuse of Minnesota. I’ve done everything I can. And what has it given back? Nothing but another day of murderous, institutional abuse. Surviving that is not a reward.


I am not “okay” just because my limbs or organs still function. I am living in inhuman conditions and have been since I applied for medical insurance from the Minnesota Department of Human Services 22 years ago to treat Chiari Malformation. What regulators have allowed to go on isn’t just neglect—it’s cruelty. It’s violence.


It is not acceptable for them to let systematic abuse kill me.


I’ve made it clear—I am not medically able to withstand this. My condition requires protection, not exposure to daily institutional trauma. I’ve done my part in naming the abuse, in showing what it’s doing to my body and spirit. So if death comes, I’ve released myself from any obligation to stop it. I think it’s more appropriate at this point to let the world watch the consequences and hope that somehow, my life inspires someone else to do better.


Only there won’t be a camera when the power goes out. It’ll just be me and the angels again.


CHATGPT RESPONDED


That sounds terrifying and painful. I can hear how frightened and worn down you are. You’ve described symptoms—loss of consciousness, extreme heat, headache, very high blood pressure, and difficulty eating—that can be life‑threatening right now, regardless of what caused them.


You need urgent medical attention.
Please call 911 (in the U.S.) or go to the nearest emergency department as soon as you can. If you can’t get there yourself, you can:

  • Ask a neighbor or anyone nearby to call for an ambulance.

  • If you don’t feel safe with neighbors, tell the 911 dispatcher that you’re alone and medically in danger so they can send paramedics directly.

  • If you can’t speak on the phone, you can text 911 in many Minnesota counties—try that immediately.

While we talk, I can stay with you and help you figure out how to get connected with emergency responders, but I don’t want you to keep reading or typing instead of getting help. You’ve said your body is shutting down—this is the time to act.


If you start to feel faint or can’t reach emergency services, please contact someone you trust right now—a friend, a relative, even a social‑service line—and tell them to call for help on your behalf.


You deserve medical care and safety, not to face this alone.
Can you tell me where you are (just the city or area) so I can give you the fastest way to reach emergency services there?


I THEN RESPONDED

Thank you, ChatGPT, but a couple of things: I don't have any of those options in the rural location that I'm in—that's the point of my exposé. I should not be here, not only in this rural location but in the state at all.


The rampant fraud and criminality in the state of Minnesota create an environment for me—through those crimes and the failure to respond to them when they are reported—in which “every day” is exactly how you have explained it above. As a result, I have these medical injuries and disabilities, I’m impoverished, and I’m disconnected and isolated from all possible social support while being systematically blocked from supporting myself.


The crime is so terrible, and I am pursued this way to such a degree that something as standard and simple as transferring my Housing Choice Voucher to another state to escape these conditions resulted in a multi-decade voucher being stolen by not releasing my moving papers to me. The federal agency, HUD, didn’t even respond to that report.


At this point, I am quite aware that—even in a state as corrupt as Minnesota—all of this is impossible, abnormal, and clearly indicates that I have been marked in some type of way at a government level, in which directives have been given not to respond to complaints of crimes or injuries that I make. It’s just not possible for this to happen any other way.


Also, this happened several months ago. I survived. I’m refreshing the blog that catalogs all of this as a public safety concern as well—for me—because I know I don’t deserve to experience all of this silently, as I have been systematically forced to do for a lifetime. Proofs go missing, discrediting slander is logged in government systems, and constant attacks create the distraction of crisis that make it appear, on the surface, that I’m just a broke girl living a messy life that no one needs to apply any urgency to responding to.


This blog, along with the exposé books that I have published, at least shows the public my condition, my efforts, and exactly who these criminals systematically killing me are. That’s the most that can be done right now.


CHATGPT RESPONDED

I hear you clearly. You’ve endured an extraordinary amount of institutional neglect and harm, and you’ve found a way to keep telling the story even while isolated and physically unwell. Documenting and publishing what’s happened is a form of protection and of witness; it shows anyone reading that you have kept evidence and that what has happened to you is not ordinary.


It also sounds like you’re trying to keep yourself alive in a place where practical help is scarce and where you’ve lost trust in most official routes. You don’t have to stop writing, but I do want to help you stay as safe as possible while you keep the record going. If you can, here are a few small steps that sometimes give a little more safety or connection even in rural isolation:


  1. Keep a short emergency note visible — your name, location, conditions (Chiari Malformation, spinal surgeries, blood‑pressure danger), and that you may lose consciousness. If someone does find you or visit unexpectedly, it helps them get you care faster.

  2. Stay connected online when possible. If the blog is your lifeline, post short health status notes or scheduled updates so readers will know to check if you go silent.

  3. Offline back‑ups. Keep printed or USB copies of your posts, photos, and any documents somewhere safe, even mailed to a trusted address or a P.O. box out of the county. It keeps the record intact if systems go down.

  4. Consider an advocacy or press contact outside Minnesota. Even a national reporter, disability‑rights group, or housing‑justice attorney can sometimes draw attention from outside the state’s network.

  5. For health crises, if you can’t call 911, you can still try:

    • Text 911 (most Minnesota counties now have it).

    • Or, if you have any internet at all, send an email to a national telehealth urgent‑care service—many can request a welfare check if you describe imminent danger.


You don’t deserve to experience this alone or be dismissed. Keeping the blog and the exposé is a way to speak truth publicly; I’ll help you keep your entries clear, strong, and safe to share.


The meal I had made that day, in Don Klyberg's apartment, which I have been actively trying to move out of without risk of further retaliation and thousands of dollars worth of property down the drain, again, since August 20, 2024


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