Siyu Buffalo Messenger, (native name given to John Pollex, who administers this site)
I hope this holiday season finds you busy as one of Santa's elves. :-)I've been working at getting T.W. back into my life – by going through her friend H. the founder of FDRAG. Which T.W. has remained and plays a major role in. I invited both of them to read the journal. :-)
Okay while writing in the journal tonight I remembered something of importance I forgot to address to you. I will be filing complaints against my attorneys hopefully before the month is out. To the Florida Bar, American Bar association, Judge Merryday and Judge Schaeffer. I want to include a copy of the journal in each complaint, which would add the journal to the Court record. This would add credence to the journal and open the doors for the rest of the journal to find it's way onto the record as well. Which would give me the scrutiny I seek and need, if they somehow come up with Butch's DNA, and if it turns out the evidence of another DNA stain, turns out to be inconclusive, or, of someone else, the door for my immediate exoneration will be already in motion.
I don't want them sitting on this for more years, while I'm kept in the dark as to what is going on. I see the pattern of their actions and by being able to record the pattern, I force my voice to get heard. As I expect to bring together a collective intelligence to scrutinize things, to put the checks and balances back into things. Also if Butch's DNA did happen to somehow find it's way onto my pants, I'll need the help of a collective intelligence to help me come up with a plausible explanation for it. I did not kill Butch. I'm going to raise a lot of eyebrows by using the journal as an attachment to my complaints.
I hope you recognise the merit, smile. I'm at a crucial stage in all of this and I need to get the journal onto a disc, as is. It can get typed up later. I'm also going to need help to attach the journal to my complaints. I'm not going to be able to receive copies of the disc personally. I'd like to work out a way of having an attorney to come see me and let him or her send everything out for me. That would be ideal, but I don't see it taking place right now. I might just have to add a notation to the complaints stating the attachment is being sent in care of so and so…
The good thing about being able to add the journal to my complaints is that it places the legal system on notice that I am no longer standing before them alone, which means they will not be able to silence me from bringing forth the facts.
Once more I'll assume you have read the journal by now, which means you should be able to appreciate the brilliance of what I just conveyed to you. :-)
Those that have abused their power and authority through manipulating the legal system will no longer be able to seek protection through the legal system under the guise of impunity. Which means the legal system will not be able to condone, or white wash or just overlook my complaints. They will have to be take seriously as the integrity of the law comes into attention.
I began writing the journal for one purpose and that was to help exonerate myself by giving myself a voice that has the potential of receiving more attention. “The legal system is not designed to counsel itself, if help is to come, it has to come from outside the legal system and question the integrity of the law”. That is the purpose of the journal and I'm on the verge of achieving this goal.
I don't know how much longer it will be before I'm exonerated, but know when I am, I'll be in good shape and ready to begin realizing further creations of my dreams. I believe the journal will finally bring things that have been hidden in the dark to light. I'm longer writing to just one person and limited by that. I can now communicate with as many people as I can reach through my writing. I'm now able to seek a collective intelligence to help me, with being the outside influence needed to stimulate the legal systems attention.
Anyway I'm feeling pretty good right now, of course I'm worried about this DNA setback, but that's all it is, a setback and a temporary one.
Man I'm going to be out there pretty soon and that is scary. I really haven't decided where my place is – I'm ready to just be a vagabond. Hey, having own website – journal has it's perks and I'd like to take advantage of this gift. It's my creation, rendition and rendering of myself, Mother earth is my home.
Okay, I'm a poet or try to be a wannabe musician too. I rhyme and reason and try to be normal – the sad part is I believed T.W. believed in me and that it hurt to find out I was wrong, even though I prayed I would be wrong. The hurt serves to bring out the good. I've sought to re-establish ties with T.W. because I'm not going to underestimate the power of a collective intelligence. If it was meant to be, it was meant to be. I'd love to see it happen. T.W. is my inspiration / motivation – good or bad. I'll find the good or bad. I'll find the good; even it turns out bad I can't lose.
I'm a vagabond man, a wandering minstrel, and philosophical fool travelling through this insane world, call it a talent I'll call it a gift. The point I'll make is the benefit that comes with beings a vagabond man – being an able to adapt man. I'll find my home base and the collective intelligence from which to visit.
You my friend rank at the top of the list :-)I want to have an adventure that would rival those of Marco Polo and every other explorer, and at my own pace. I'm not kidding about the world being my playground. Why should I not live the life of luxury? Just to have a spell check and any other programme at my disposal. Hey! I got memory :-)keeping focuses may be a problem. But even that is solved as I remain in a circle of intelligence.
Dec. 11 th
I'm having a good weekend, if I weren't so lazy I'd copy this letter into the journal, but maybe it is good to have some privacy, smile. I saw everything coming together yesterday. You are a major link in the chain – and I appreciate you allowing me to call my shots.
I would have liked some things to have worked out better and I'm seeking the good in the ways it has turned out. I now see myself as an ambassador of good will I've accomplished the goal of becoming a writer. I'm an author and my saga continues. It's up to me to be in control. All I can do now is continue to project a positive attitude. I figure I'm always going to get asked to explain things. I might as well relax and check out the total picture. I'm black and white as well as in colour. Yeah, I suppose I paint a little too, okay I finger weave too. Yeah, I can do all sorts of things well enough to appreciate the art in craft and craft in art. I can sell my own creations, hey; I can carry a guitar, paintbrush, yarn, laptop, and pen. If I want music, need information on any subject I'll have it all at my fingertips. I'll find the time to use each and everything available to me. I want to enjoy the time I have left. I see that happening.
Thanks for reading my journal; I can't wait until I can get the final instalment of my 23 rd year started, it will mean that I am being heard.
I suppose I to will need medical attention and I'm looking forward to it. The guys around me are having fun with everything and that's what it's all about. I'm able to smile and laugh, that's what it's all about. I bet even you feel it… Nirvana is in the air, my harmony has been restored, I feel balanced in everything that is taking place, and I'm tripping over it. Being able to recognise and appreciate life in the style to which I will be accustomed. Remind my never to go to Iraq… But knowing me I probably wouldn't listen…I'd go alone to… I really don't know what to expect from this end on that subject.
I'm just replaying my life at my own speed, like it or not, it is who I am, how I see the world and the world sees me. I have tried to remain as true as possible to my projection of my reflection. If I am an evil person worthy of death I'll be killed, but it wont be because I didn't do every thing in my limited power to correct the falsehood. That's where I'm at as I reflect on my actions of getting myself here. I'm sorry for a lot of things, T.W. isn't one of them, I'm just now riding out the storm with her and I'm excited about that. Everything comes to a head and it is what I have been asking for. T.W. made her choices and I'll respect that, as she must respect the choices I made.
I am anxious to receive your critique, I'm out there and it's just a matter of time before I'm recognized Buffalo Messenger – they just played a song, “who says you can't have it all”, that's what I say. I've worked for over 22yrs at saying it and now I'm going to appreciate the reality of it, what else is there to say?
All right! I guess you can tell I'm on a role; it's to bad the radio reception is out. I got so much to absorb – just to be able to open a door and step outside will be a trip. To hear new sounds, it's going to be an overload for me at first. I don't know when I'll walk out of here.
Dec 12 th .
As things come together mythologically the nightmare reaches it's end. At least I'm working toward that end and maintaining a positive attitude the truth will be seen by a collective intelligence from outside, then within the legal community, meaning my exoneration should shortly follow.
I'm realizing the difficulty in proving myself innocent of any kind of murder, and how that stigma will follow me. Only the truth of my stigma was created by the actions of others and not my creation, which prejudiced me from the start – since the burden of proof was switched to me. The state had the burden of proving their case against me and wasn't able to do it based on the facts. So they fabricated a set of facts that switched the burden of proof. Meaning I now had the burden of proving their fabrication of the facts. All I could do at the time was to maintain my innocence by shouting to anyone that would listen that I was being railroaded. Meaning the facts being presented was not true. I've been trying to show this ever since, to a legal system that doesn't want to recognise the merits of my argument. The only way the legal system is going to recognise me is when I have a collective intelligence behind me ( that is now coming together ).
At this point I wish the road had been an easier one, the reality is it wasn't, that is what I've had to contend with. I can paint a whole new picture once all the facts are revealed, which will reveal I suffered the abuse of what has to be termed vigilante justice – meaning I was found guilty even before I went to trial. I was just an inconsequential nuisance and someone who didn't have the support to correct the abuse taking place, so no one would care.
This is a mind set, a certain type of mentality that breed's vigilante justice as it preys on the weak or vulnerable. My point is addressed in a question that I see being answered by collective intelligence coming together now to represent my rights.
Did I receive a fair and impartial trial? All I can say is I didn't kill Butch, and had the true facts not been kept from me, maybe the true killers of Butch would have been revealed. Since the facts reveal someone else killed Butch, and I was just a patsy for a corrupt legal system to railroad me, as the truth of their abuse was shifted on me to prove – making it a travesty of the law and a farce and mockery as well.
The state has the burden of proof in all criminal cases; they have the burden of protecting the integrity of the law. Yet when a problem such as mine comes along the legal system is not designed to correct it. Leaving me with that burden, which is where I'm at today. I need to put together a support group that recognises the violation that took place, a group that will stand behind me as well as beside me.
Pray for me Buffalo Messenger, this is my interpretation of what took place and is taking place based on the facts. Which is why I have always said, “the facts will speak for themselves”. I did not receive a fair and impartial trial. I'm innocent of any kind of murder, and left with the stigma of having to prove I did not receive a fair trial.
This is due to the fact exculpatory evidence was withheld. Evidence that contradicts the evidence being presented against me was withheld from me. Meaning a true test of the evidence did not take place due to the abuse of concealing the truth of what took place and was taking place. I was being ostracized by a few that felt themselves above the law. There abuse would go undetected as long as I was kept silent, which makes this a classic case of abuse within the legal community. They will only recognise this when it gets pointed out to them, since morally and ethically they will not be able to condone what has happened to me.
All right, I've been seeking for something to update my website with. It just came to me to use a copy of this letter to you, this is exactly how I want to update the website.
Now the doors are open for anyone interested to read my journal. The door is also open for help to dispense knowledge of my struggle to the masses, in order for me to ask the question – will my individual rights under the constitution be recognised as having been violated in order to bring about a conviction by any means??? That question would never have been able to be presented if not for my website / journal. When weighed cumulatively it presents a picture I have painted based on all of the facts, only a pressure group from outside of the legal system will be able to help me bring this to light.
Help me! I need your help. Read what I have to say and judge for yourself. Thank you for the opportunity to present my case… Please add a copy of this letter to my website..Thank you.
Love to you,
One Eagle (Milo Rose)