God's On Our Side, Sweetie! But The Devil Has Control!

God's On Our Side, Sweetie! But The Devil Has Control!


Sunday, December 4, 2016


Haven’t we always heard, “It gets worse just before the dawn”? Well I have and things just couldn’t be worse, to the naked eye, than what’s going on in our lives today.

I trust God knows what he’s doing, and He TRUSTS the truth will be uncovered, because He is making sure it is...

Larry and I are reaching out in any direction, we can think of, to keep ourselves out of the streets the powerful, and our families, want so much for us to land in. We have made it for seventeen years, I trust, the dawn is on the rise for us now.

And I love the way God works in our lives, everyone’s, if they’re listening.

I’m reminded of one miracle, and we’ve had millions, along with tons of angels for which we’re so grateful, but here’s the miracle I’m talking about at the moment; Larry and my car radio literally blew up with the smell of burnt wires, last year when we had a pretty nice car, and we concluded we’d be without a radio until we could afford a $500.00 bill to fix it. Three months later, Larry, the Bu and I were picnicking, in our car, in sweet silence when the radio, suddenly, popped on with our favorite music blaring, Find Out Who Your Friends Are by Tracy Lawrence.

Larry said, “God wants to show you he’s here, and he knows how much our music means to us, especially now in our struggle. I've already known God’s here. Now you do too.”

The radio never quit until, we lost the car to repossession, about six months later. It’s likely still working today.

Our experiences are all directly related to the unaddressed by the proper authorities financial and real estate crimes, committed against me, eventually us, and the government workers and authorities whom have refused to do their jobs, while God just keeps on sending small signs that the wicked will soon find their place on this earth, while His continued promise, for the stubborn, in the thereafter rings in my soul.

I realize when one door closes there’s another open carrying us to the job our Lord has planned out, based on the experiences He has shown us…homelessness, pennilessness, resourcefulness leading us to make a huge difference in this world.

This also means the wicked and corrupt can expect to be lead, dragged screaming if necessary, towards their purpose in this world, and without repentance, a hell on earth; with repentance a far more digestible experience, although not pleasant.

It’s up to them.

Today these wicked honestly live by guilt, grief and fear along with their jealousy and greed…leading to more fear.

The Lord came to me this morning saying, “This is the time dear child, contact the IRS”.

Aw, and I had thought of this before, but the timing didn’t seem right. This morning a friend of mine, who has dealt with the same kind of crimes committed against she and her trust, shared with me what the IRS did for her.

Her ex went to prison and she had her funds returned.

I take her story as God’s hand instructing me at just the right time in my life.

Besides this, Larry and I, now have a very powerful group on our side…as of yesterday.

We are blessed!

Previous to this I have given my family, and the professionals, involved with the financial crimes committed against my trust and myself many, many opportunities to fix what they have done.

They have arrogantly refused.

And here’s another gift from God that I didn’t recognize at the time. Instead I was angry my then husband, Rick came home from work one day in the middle 90s with a handwritten, in his penmanship, list of everyone in the family’s social security number. I recall saying angrily, “What? You have time at work to do this, but no time, in your busy schedule, to give me? This is what you’re doing in your closed-door- meetings, which your secretary spouts at me almost every time I call, as reason you’re not available? Besides what possible purpose would making a list such as this have?”

I recall; I got the blank stare with no explanation other than, “Shut up, Debbie”. Rick’s go-to-response, to me, when he feared he was being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Little did I know back then, Rick actually broke the cookie jar after shoving his hand in so deep…stealing my funds.

Aw, it took seventeen years, but I now understand. Sometimes God makes one perform acts which will be helpful down the road for someone other than themselves; at the same time the one completing these acts may not even realize why they’re actually doing so?

This would be true for me as well; I kept this ridiculous, at the time, list of family social security number’s for whatever reason? Today I know why.

I’m confident, by what has transpired in my life, Rick jotted down all these social security numbers as ongoing steps towards the heist of my assets as one of my trustees.

And here’s another point I find extremely interesting; God’s hand again. Had the embezzlers merely allowed Larry and I to continue with our fashion/furniture design business, instead of purposely making sure it got destroyed too, with a “Mafia Hit” to silence me, we probably would never have learned about the heist of my assets.

Yes, God works in mysterious ways.

How easily my situation could have all been remedied by now. Without such remedies…I have no other choice but to go to the IRS concerning my family, the financial elite and corrupt attorneys involved with my case.

Hey Al Capone finally landed in prison because of the IRS.

I suppose it doesn’t hurt that I have one hundred and thirty five thousand readers, from all over the world, reading my blog. No, they can’t help me, but it’s nice to have their support as they watch what comes down next.


By: Deborah Breuner Davis
Heiress Lives In A Tent

Wednesday, November 30, 2016





Nashville, Tennessee, 11/28/2016

Multigenerational Californians, Larry Green and Deborah Breuner-Davis move to Nashville, TN, The Volunteer State, to re-build their Colorado business and create an organization ending homelessness. Their plan doesn’t cost the government a dime nor will it raise taxes or require donations.

However the Metropolitan Government of Nashville and Davidson County, in their apathy, is sending this couple into the streets to be homeless themselves instead. A plight Larry and Deborah know well, because of previous apathy and corruption of authorities, across the country, lasting almost seventeen years.

Larry and Deborah had finally begun to rebuild their lives with the extra knowledge and understanding of homelessness.

Then on September 21, 2016, Larry was walking to the store at 10:00AM. He tripped on a city sidewalk; a sidewalk distorted by two inch raised cement corners, within the expansion joints, an issue concerning the whole block as was eventually discovered, resulting from the overgrowth of roots from trees planted between the street and sidewalk, and near impossible to see in the shade at that time, while otherwise the sidewalk was in pristine condition. Mr. Green 6’2” tall and 60 years old landed on his forehead, knee and right arm. Like many accidents the initial damage resulted in pain and a large hematoma on the forehead, but within twenty-four hours Larry realized he could hardly walk for the pain in his left hip. At the time of this writing he is only able to walk very short distances and has been unable to work. X-rays prove he has multiple damaged disks in his back. Having lost the largest part of his income, Larry and his fiancé, Deborah 67, are behind on their rent and will be evicted without a car, a place to go, or money starting near Christmastime.

The Metro Government of Nashville and Davidson County Claims Division was informed of the accident around September 22, 2016 and issued a claim number, on the case, a month later after Deborah had to make a second call to the claims division to obtain this. At the time Don Stewart, of the City of Nashville’s Claims Division informed Deborah that he’d lost the information on Larry’s case, but he’d now turn it over to Rachel Nolan. Just mere minutes after this Deborah calls the claim’s division seeking to learn about the investigation from Ms. Nolan, but has to leave a number of messages, over days; never was able to talk with her. A day or so after the last message Deborah left she receives a brief 7:00AM phone call and an E-mail from Ms. Nolan with an official signed letter attached in pdf informing Deborah that the investigation was now completed; it’s been found the city has no liability because they did not know of the damaged sidewalk. The investigation apparently entailed simply contacting Public Works who said they didn’t know about this sidewalk. Yet Deborah spent an hour, with her investigation, and found multiple other victims of the damaged sidewalk who professed they had reported this same sidewalk to the city in the past. Added to this fact Deborah learns that Public Works should have known; there should never have been a permit given, by the Metro Government of Nashville and Davidson County, to build a sidewalk in this manner.





Nashville, Tennessee, 11/28/2016

After Deborah sent two letters to all 40 Metro Government of Nashville and Davidson County council members, Mayor Megan Barry and Vice Mayor David Briley, out of the 42 recipients of these letters,
there were 3 responses. Two of which claimed in writing; “I know nothing about this”, and one by Russ Pulley, a councilman from a different district, saying he was meeting with Jon Cooper of the, Metro Government of Nashville and Davidson County Department of Law. From this meeting a letter from the head of the Metropolitan Government of Nashville Claims Division, Balogun Cobb was received; saying the claims division were going to do their due diligence and make sure they investigated appropriately; they will re-evaluate not re-open. Furthermore Mr. Cobb states, in writing, that the injuries Mr. Green suffered have no barring on the claim. As of this writing approximately 3+ weeks later he has still not interviewed Mr. Green.


Larry and I were served eviction documents this morning by a City of Nashville Sheriff, so I called the attorney who recommended, to me, that I contact the Metro Government of Nashville and Davidson County city council, in relationship to Larry’s fall, Raymond “Chip” Throckmorton III.

Mr. Throckmorton has now changed his tune from being helpful; willing to help us, suggesting that the City of Nashville is responsible, saying, “Lets rattle some cages; I like to use my friend in a wheelchair in court to make points to the City of Nashville sidewalk dangers” to arrogantly directing Larry and I, (Larry can’t walk) to find a new place to live, immediately, in spite of the fact we have no money because of this incident brought on by the City of Nashville’s negligence.

Old Chip then recommends that Larry and I go to a shelter or get a loan from a family member. I respond with, “Larry and I have no family.” Chip then goes into a personal story about he having no family either and continues with, “Like my Dad used to say, ‘Blah, Blah, Blah’. The truth is I never heard what his dad used to say because I was having one of my momentary panic attacks. In fact Chip may of called his dad “Father” for all I know? I remember the essence of what Chip said. That is constantly reverting to what both his mother and father used to say. Like I cared, Larry the Bu and I are going to the streets, to live, in the next couple of weeks.

I’ve instigated three phone calls to Mr. Throckmorton, and left messages, since he advised me over a month ago to contact ALL city council members, Mayor Megan Barry and Vice Mayor David Briley to intervene on Larry and my behalf. He asked at that time that I call him back once I wrote all the letters; I did so but he never would return my calls. Today, after my scathing message to his secretary he called back within hours. Instead of addressing Larry and my situation he went on about his family losing everything, in a fire, up in Gatlinburg, TN; his deceased client’s illegitimate daughter, who’s homeless with three children and how these family members must come first, in his help, so he can’t help us.

Believe me I’m sorry about the grief surrounding these souls, but it’s unprofessional, for an attorney, to use their problems to avoid ours.

Based on the outcome of our situation, I suspect Mr. Throckmorton set us up, not to help us, but to warn the City of Nashville.

Interestingly Mr. Throckmorton originally explained, to me over a month ago, how Vice Mayor David Briley and he grew up together and that Vice Mayor David Briley is still angry with him for a childhood incident saying, "He owes me."

I share these morsels of information based on the fact that Mr. Throckmorton has never shared, with me, his E-mail address, for I suspect, assuring himself I couldn’t prove a thing he’s said, because it’s not in writing. However I can actually share more of what he’s said; proof he talked to me; my phone log will prove he stayed on the phone with me at least twenty minutes, during two phone calls; about ten minutes on a third.

And, the question is, how do I know all this private information from Chip’s family life, his childhood friend, and deceased client if old Chip hadn't told me, as an arrogant deterrent to addressing Larry and my situation, when he in fact signed on to doing so, as an attorney, when he gave me legal advice?

This is our lives for the last seventeen years, ending here in the Volunteer State, Tennessee, because of the same issues; apathy, crime and corruption of the authorities, attorneys and most probably the courts in this area too.


Should you have an interest in learning more about this tragedy I can be reached at the E-mail supplied above.


Monday, November 14, 2016


From my business/life partner, Larry and my perspective, as California natives who grew angry and frustrated with the state of affairs there; just coming off huge unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crimes committed against us we chose to move to Tennessee, the Volunteer State, to heal; enjoy our favorite music, and start our numerous businesses. Of course we’d start with just one; the smallest least expensive and with the lowest overhead.

We’d heard so much about how many businesses pulled up roots from back home and moved everything to Tennessee.

We got settled into a wonderful West End, Nashville, TN apartment complex; started walking everywhere we went almost; ate at fun cafés, took a walking tour of Music Row, spent time in the little college town near Vanderbilt; walked and picnicked in Centennial Park.

We’ve had some very pleasant times.

However, this is what we found in spite of the media blasting Nashville’s praise across the whole United States. Yes, we’d visited Nashville, in the past, for just a short vacation back in 2000 at Christmastime, but never saw what a year of living here has revealed.

Larry and I went downtown to take pictures of the sights, beautiful buildings, churches and fun bars. However what I recall the most was the stench of warm beer and urine that cover the sidewalks on Broadway. Additionally we’re continuously shocked by the many “paddy wagons”, so to speak, full of drunken dancers? How is this not against the law when otherwise a driver would be arrested for not wearing a seat belt?

What's more we couldn’t get over how many homeless we saw? We assumed this was because of the many music artists that come to Nashville dreaming of becoming a star, only to end up on the streets with no money?

From our apartment we experienced the outrageous, unpleasant music, (noise) coming from the Hookah Bar down the street; this started back in June 2016 for us as we first moved in. Since, as the months have passed, in spite of nightly calls to the local police, the noise, drumming, cars racing and yelling have escalated, instead of subsided. At first the loud music would only be on Thursday evenings around 11.00PM and last until perhaps 3:00AM; now it’s every night of the week, even sometimes on Sunday, and it starts sooner and ends much later.

Half of the residents of this apartment complex, on our side of the building, are up in arms about it; there isn’t a resident who hasn’t complained…continuously.

I mean people work and today many, in this apartment complex, are so tired all the time, from little sleep, they have a difficult time functioning.

The authorities do nothing! To me this is the biggest issue; it’s so serious that it trumps all the crime and encourages more! Larry and I have seen, and experienced, a lot of the same in our lives concerning authorities that do nothing about crime and disturbances…we actually came to Nashville, TN with so much promise thinking we’d finally gotten away from this…not!

I now understand why there was a drug killing right outside our door the other night and why a California resident, visiting Nashville, was murdered by a Tennessee couple awhile back, actually September 26, 2016?

Larry has even had horrendous experiences with employers in this area, who were extremely dishonest, for quite awhile, before he landed a strong position.

Then one day back in September 2016, Larry tripped on a two-inch lifted cement sidewalk, that otherwise was in pristine condition, while the lift was not marked in any way. He fell flat on his face and hasn’t been the same since…he can’t work as yet and hasn’t since September 21, 2016.

I reported the accident to the City of Nashville claims department the day after Larry fell.

I’ve done some extensive research and found the City of Nashville is absolutely responsible for their neglect in caring for this sidewalk; the roots of the trees planted beside the sidewalk have lifted the corners of the expansion seams all the way down the block. Public Works should have done something years ago, but they are claiming they didn’t know?

It’s their job to know!

And I know for a fact that Public Work’s claim isn’t true…they knew. With negligible research, on my part, I found many others who have complained.

What's more it's Public Works and the City of Nashville's business to know how to safely build a sidewalk for safety over a long period, in this case the sidewalk is only ten years old. Why else must contractors, of all kinds, need permits, from the city, to do anything in this world.

Right after Larry’s fall, however, Public Works scurried over to 18th Ave North and quietly repaired the whole block.

Consequently they are refusing to pay for the damages to Larry’s life; better said his ability to work for a while. They closed the investigation, non-investigation I should say, without interviewing Larry, or seeing medical records.

I’ve written all the city councilman/women there are at the City of Nashville in Nashville, TN…all forty of them; I also wrote Mayor Megan Barry, Vice Mayor David Briley and our own Councilman Ed Kindall.

I was ignored by every last one of them except Councilman Russ Pulley, who actually requested a meeting with Jon Cooper the director of the City of Nashville Law Department.

The City of Nashville has so far refused to re-open the case; instead from behind closed doors of secrecy they have agreed to re-evaluate, (notice play on words) but they still apparently aren’t interested in interviewing Larry.

This accident has rendered Larry unable to work for awhile, consequently we have lost a major part of our income and we are at risk of becoming homeless, without a car; not even the ability to move our belongings out of our apartment to store them.

Last but not least, I have never in my life seen more “help for the homeless” as one “Google Fests” the Internet; I’ve never seen so many churches in one state as I’ve seen here in Tennessee…the surprising and disturbing part of these agencies and houses of God?

NO ONE ACTUALLY HELPS! So where are all these donation dollars going?

Here’s the question I have for you, “How does Nashville, Tennessee think anyone would be interested in coming to Nashville to build businesses, and live here, under the circumstances I have just described?”

And, just wait until Nashville, TN sees what we were planning to create here and the jobs our ideas would have offered; now all we want to do is leave:>(

If you’re interested in calling the City of Nashville and talking to any of your city councilmen/women I encourage you to do so by going to nashville.gov website. Their numbers are listed.

Ask them this question, or rather ask the City of Nashville's claims department this question, "May I see the file on the investigation into Larry's fall please?"

With the answers to the above questions, tell me Nashville, Tennessee doesn't set out to create homelessness in their city...on purpose.

I found the below government crest during the "Google Fest" I ventured into as I brought up images on the homeless on the Nashville page. It's quite a metaphor to me to find this City of Nashville crest on the same page as the homeless photos.

I realize crime is everywhere, but when the authorities refuse to work at controlling it then crime becomes a holocaust for the citizens. I believe Nashville, Tennessee is a holocaust of unaddressed by the proper authorities crime creating homelessness, then out of the other side of our governments' mouth's they are claiming to help and stop homelessness. The point is there should be no homeless in this country, and certainly not because of unaddressed by the proper authorities crimes...most of the time financial crimes committed by the corrupt financial elite, financial institutions and leaders.

Thank you very much for your time and attention.


Deborah Breuner Davis


Thursday, November 10, 2016


Imagine if you will a witness actually observing a murder taking place; able to obtain the authorities, immediately, to come to the scene before the perpetrator escapes the premises. The witness, when asked, who killed the victim, points to the perp. The authorities ask the perpetrator if he killed the victim, and of course the answer is, “No”!

And, this is the end of the investigation into the perpetrator. As stupid as this sounds and when the authorities are asked to investigate the report comes back quickly saying, “ We interviewed the suspect; he says he didn’t do it!

So he didn't do it. End of investigation!

Is this scenario outrageous to you? Are you having a difficult time believing this? Do you watch Dateline or 48 Hours? If you do then you’re aware that often times these types of programs expose murder investigations that take twenty years to solve, and yet as an observer you realize this is because no one really investigates, they just say they are, until the family of the victim, or victims, hound the police for decades, and a new police rookie decides he’s going to do right by the suffering, unheard family; make a name for himself and solve the case; he does so almost instantly…because he actually investigates.

So lets address the last twenty years in this country as it relates to the corrupt financial institutions, financial elite, real estate corporations; state, city and USA representatives; FBI, DOJ, AGs, SEC, attorneys and judges; not just as it relates to my family, but millions of other Americans as well.

Frankly I’m so tired of even talking about it, which is exactly what our leaders count on, so I will continue to my last breath just to bug them!

You can familiarize yourself with mine/our personal almost twenty-year holocaust by reading my blog; I’m suggesting you start with the articles posted in March/April 2012; Heiress Lives In A Tent…there’s a number of them. This way you’ll get the full story.


I feel confident, however, you won’t give a lick, about stories such as ours, if you yourself haven’t dealt with all the unaddressed crime in this country; the worst of it being the corruption, and purposeful apathy of the authorities.

However, if it doesn't stop, you'll be next. I'm confident of this as well.

Because of this fact, the crimes run a second, to the authorities committing crimes of apathy and corruption towards the victims seeking their help.

I know, Donald Trump is going to fix it, and I’ll have to agree he’s our best choice, as president, as far as the way he thinks. Still how is he able to fix the horrendous mess this country is in? How will he fix the destroyed lives of millions of Americans?

He's in our prayers...

I could be wrong, but I’m assuming we who have been so desperately compromised, in life, because of unaddressed by the proper authorities financial and real estate crimes, will suddenly be able to send our complaints with proof, of crime, into the Attorney General of the United States of America and get an investigation?

Or is this merely what we’re supposed to believe as we wait and wait some more for healing and justice?

Perhaps the new administration will merely start from scratch; start in January 2017, and the majority of the victims, of the past twenty years plus, can just go write off their losses; accept their destroyed lives; that of their family’s lives, and live in the extreme poverty all this corruption and crime by the powerful financial and real estate elite, in this country, created, while the authorities purposely ignore it all and the media refuses to expose anything as they have in the past?

Today my business/life partner, Larry, (he’s my husband to me after twenty years together) and I continue to struggle with authorities that don’t do their jobs, and because of this our lives are being sucked away!

It took Larry years, and moving from state to state, to finally retain good employment, which is almost impossible to retain if you have always been self-employed, no matter how great your skills may be. Plus after one’s forty years old they have aged out of employment pretty much, in this country, especially if you’re a woman; now add destroyed credit, albeit from illegalities, committed against you, and you’re in deep trouble. Starting your own business or re-educating yourself is mostly unheard of too as there are never enough funds to do it. A loan? My God you must be kidding, in spite of the fact that your experience and skills financially would trump, Trump! No pun intended:>))

It takes developing major skills to stay out of living in the streets after the kind or outrageous financial and real estate crimes that were committed against us, while the authorities refuse to investigate these crimes.

Well there is no crime if it hasn’t been investigated, and by such revealed, is the attitude! This is why these authorities don't actually investigate, if they did the crimes would slap them in the face and they'd have to do something.

In spite of this truth, Larry finally landed employment, in May 2016, using his contractor, manager and design skills. He landed work with a Nashville, Tennessee, swimming pool company, managing the employees and designing both the repair of pools and creating new pools. He was making a good salary, which got us into a beautiful apartment in downtown Nashville and out of three years in motels, our truck, and before this it was three years in a tent.

However, in spite of this we still struggled because of the outlandish bills we have, created by all the unaddressed by the proper authorities financial and real estate crimes, which have left us both with destroyed credit as well…everything costs us more, such as utilities, Internet service, TV, car etc.

Yet, we were accomplishing; even beginning to see where we could gather enough funds together, re-launch our business again, by starting out small.

Then September 21, 2016, Larry, while walking to Walgreens clipped his toe on a Nashville, Tennessee neglected sidewalk; a sidewalk where the cement, up close to the planted tree was lifted about two inches; and all the way down the entire block near every other tree; the lifted cement corners at the expansion joints, hidden in shade around 10:00AM.

I immediately reported Larry’s fall to the City of Nashville claims department.

One would think with the political climate of today; the public’s outrage and Trump’s disgust over the corruption in the authorities in this country; government workers etc., these government workers and authorities would do their due diligence.

Investigate Larry’s fall and other crimes reported to them; take responsibility for their negligence! In fact the photo above displays the subtle two inch lift on an otherwise perfect looking sidewalk, which is more hazardous for a trip and fall, than an obviously crumbled sidewalk or potholes...one can see them!

But the City of Nashville is doing all they can to deny any responsibility; instead just like the last almost twenty years in Larry and my lives the corruption continues, in spite of the fact that Trump is president and Tennessee is known as the Volunteer State…

Yeah right! A Volunteer State doesn't purposely put their citizens in the street!

I know, one can’t expect change overnight, and I don’t, but you’d think these government authorities and workers would want to keep their jobs under Trump’s administration?

If Trump follows through with his promise to the American people, if he’s allowed to, these corrupt, lazy, non working, ugly human beings will finally lose their jobs…as they should.

Larry immediately lost his employment, by the way, or his ability to work anywhere else for a while. I haven’t had long enough, or the extra funds even with Larry working, to market any of my money generating ideas, but we were getting there.

Because of Larry’s fall everything we've worked so hard to overcome has come to a screeching halt.

The City of Nashville has had our claim since September 22, 2016. Before I could email our early Demand Letter, a month later, they closed the case, saying they asked Public Works if they knew about the “Trip hazard” on this particular street sidewalk?

Public Works said “No”!

City of Nashville’s Rachel Nolan then wrote, “Case closed! Public Works says,it’s not City of Nashville’s fault, because they didn't know about the problem!"

Apparently there will be no further investigation bringing them to this decision.

Yes, one must prove the City of Nashville knew about this sidewalk before Larry fell, and ignored it before they will take responsibility and this is why they actually refuse to investigate. They know the sidewalk has been reported numerous times, because of trip and falls. We have proof of this.

By the way the City of Nashville immediately repaired this sidewalk after Larry’s disastrous fall; probably because his fall is one of the worst, which I'm confident was picked up from a camera across the street.

The City of Nashville Claims Department NEVER asked for Larry’s medical records until we claimed, “Corruption” in the city’s decision. They have NEVER interviewed Larry, NEVER met with him, NEVER talked to him. And, what they have done has been from behind closed doors of secrecy…that is sending obtuse emails.

The City of Nashville refuses to re-open Larry's case. I believe this is because they know we can prove fault.

At this point I was instructed by a very prominent Nashville, Tennessee attorney, (who I won’t rat out on yet because I’m not sure what he’s up to here) to write all forty of the members of the City Council, our personal City Councilman, Ed Kindall, Mayor Megan Barry and Vice Mayor David Briley; none but Councilman Russ Pulley answered from District 25. The rest ignored me. Councilman Larry Hagar of District 11 emailed to me, “I know nothing about this.”

I share this to merely show you how inept and lazy these so called leaders are.

I felt like writing back with, “I know that’s why I’m sharing, informing; seeking your help.”

However, I decided not to waste my time!

Councilman Pulley actually Cc’d an email, to Larry, which he wrote to Jon Cooper, Director of the City of Nashville Legal Department asking for a meeting about Larry’s case.

Larry and I read between the lines of Councilman Pulley’s email coming up with, "What's the possibility that something will be done?"

Meanwhile, with no income, Larry, the Bu and I are looking at eviction again; the city turned off our water yesterday. We can’t pay most of our bills, so things will obviously go downwards from here.

Larry called Councilman Pulley to share the fact that our water was going to be turned off a few days ago; he didn’t call Larry back. Like I said, our water was turned off yesterday.

We had to resolve the problem by ourselves, with no money, while Larry can barely walk and we’re out of Advil; can’t afford to buy more right now.

The answer? I had to walk almost four miles yesterday morning to get to Speedy Cash, in order to borrow funds against my Social Security money that comes in November 16, 2016 and it isn't much. Most cash checking places will not do this and it took two days, of phone calls, to find this company. I was scared to death all the way through my long walk that once I arrived at this establishment; I’d be turned down. Often this is exactly what happens; Larry and I know, because we’ve had many years experience with these normally sleazy banks.

However, to my delight, this time it was as if my angels, God, Jesus, Mother Mary; my mom and Dad, now deceased, were all there from the moment I arrived; the beautiful young woman who waited on me treated me with respect and dignity. I was able to get $200.00 in cash; run across the street to Kroger, add the cash to Larry’s debit card; call Larry and he in turn contacted Water Systems out of Clarksville, Tennessee and paid our water bill.

But the water had already been turned off as I left the apartment for my long walk to Speedy Cash and back, eight miles, so we were charged an extra $45.00. Mind you we aren’t but two weeks late on this bill; could have paid it on November 16, 2016, but Hell, it’s better to turn off service, forcing the customer to pay the forty-five dollar fine.

There should be a law against this!

And here’s another angel in our midst; Rowen our apartment maintenance man saw me walking home to the apartment, stopped and offered a ride at the six mile mark, which I took, and before I got out of his car, he hands me a $50.00 bill of help, saying, “Just let me know if you guys need anything at all, I’ll do what I can to help.”

Thank God another angel; now I can buy toilet paper and dog food for the Bu:>)) Almost every penny Speedy Cash lent me went to pay our water bill, while we have no food. Rowen’s gift is feeding us until next Wednesday when my Social Security arrives.

Yes, he knows Larry and my story and is a true Southern gentleman; a good human being; the managers here at our apartment, know it too, but just couldn’t assist me in going to Speedy Cash last evening in order to save us the $45.00 fine. Frankly I can't wait to move out of this apartment; our managers and their lack of concern for our well being, turns my stomach!

We'll take Rowen with us:>))

Again just like all the other states Larry, the Bu and I have lived in, none of the charities, churches or government agencies do anything to help, in spite of what a good Google fest all afternoon for a week teaches you to do. Call these assistance programs and they say, “No! Sorry can’t help", then they tell you all the hoops you must jump through in order to obtain an appointment for a smidgeon of assistance.

We were able to pay for x-rays for Larry, but have no funds for the care he needs. His Chiropractor has determined that Larry has a couple of bulging disks in his back; a sprained wrist, injured left leg and head injuries…all pretty minor other than his back.

Larry’s back has grounded him indefinitely!

Without a settlement from the City of Nashville, which isn’t much from their self-insured system considering the damage this accident has caused, Larry, the Bu and I will be living in the streets by Christmas 2016.

This time Larry can barely walk and we no longer have a car.

Our whole situation started in 2000 for the two of us, and our dogs, I started reporting the outrageous financial crimes to all the financial watchdogs I could find, at this time; the AGs in four states, the USA AG and the FBI and was ignored, and in fact struck with more financial and real estate crimes, (as I believe were Mafia Hits for reporting the original crime) until everything I owned was gone including Larry and my flourishing fashion/furniture design business. I then continued to report these crimes for seventeen years, and ignored!


We are finally at the end of the line, after our seventeen-year battle, to survive, obtain an investigation into the original crime, seek justice and re-create our lives; instead we’re on our way to the streets again, with nothing but the clothes on our back and the Bu in our arms.

I’m challenging you President Trump. What are you going to do about situations like ours, and the many other victims suffering with their families ruined, born of our United States of America corruption!

Meanwhile, Larry and I have made friends with a number of national reporters, over the years, who themselves are investigating the negligence of the City of Nashville and their sidewalks. I personally have proof the same sidewalk, Larry fell on, has been reported to Public Works, numerous times, and I believe the sidewalk was ordered “repaired” with Larry’s fall, and my claim, to cover up all the previous complaints? The City of Nashville is lying to us; lying to the public.

I’d share who these reporters are, but until the articles come out they shall remain nameless for obvious reasons.

Last but not least, Larry, the Bu and I have seen more respect, support, caring and assistance from, gas station attendants, maintenance personal, sleazy cash checking establishments, and pawn brokers who hold all our winter coats than from our, paid by our taxes, representatives, authorities, and leaders:>(

What gets me the most about all this? Tennessee wants new businesses to be launched here; they want to grow. In fact I doubt there's anyone in this country or Europe who hasn't heard Tennessee's call out for new businesses; promising all kinds of benefits for coming here. It's one reason why Larry and I came here with all our ideas, business wise, to rebuild our business, create a number of others and start our non-profit. Interestingly, our non-profit directly helps the homeless rebuild their lives, without charity.

And, the City of Nashville knows all about our plans.

Still, so far, the City of Nashville prefers to create more homeless and penniless citizens in their so-called fine state. And, because of this I no longer feel happy to be here, as I once did. Tennessee has left me wanting to run not walk away.

By: Deborah Breuner Davis
Heiress Lives In A Tent

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


My name is Deborah Breuner (Davis) and I grew up about 6 doors down from President Reagan when he was Governor of California. I was 16 years old at the time. Reagan also kept his horses on my mother’s ranch in Roseville, California. He and I would have the occasional picnic, upon a bench my mother created as a child between two Oak Trees, under the watchful eyes of his security detail. It was and is an extremely fond memory of mine.

The reason I am writing you is in hopes I might be able to help the Trump Campaign shed some light on what I see is the problem with this country.

You see I was once worth millions of dollars, until my trustee’s and a number of crooked lawyers stole it all. You know the kind of lawyers I am talking about. If they aren’t stealing from people personally, they are doing so from Washington DC.

What I’ve learned is this; certain kinds of Liberal’s like Obama, Hillary Clinton and their kind have created a country where hard work is a thing of the past. This attitude has trickled down to where if you work for the Government you not only don’t have to do your job, your co-workers encourage you not to.

President Reagan earned his money before he chose to enter politics very much like Donald Trump. The Liberal’s like the Clinton’s and the Obama’s got into politics to get rich by any means possible. Anyone who can’t see what is going on is obviously this kind of Liberal; sometimes they pretend to be Republican’s…kind of like Michele pretending to be female.

Until someone says “You’re Fired” this country of ours is up the creek without a paddle.

Remember the millions I mentioned earlier? I am now penniless, at 68 years old, and have one foot in the street because of the ineptitude of these Liberals. My husband and I lost everything, in 2007, and actually lived in a tent for 3 years, our truck for another year and it gets worse from here. All because of unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crime. In fact the first financial crime was committed against my trust and myself by a well-known pillar of society who sits high above us all in Washington DC. Trust’s legally protect assets, but not anymore! You ask how I can prove this, it’s simple, I’ve written a six-volume memoir and a couple of blogs where I name names and list documents of proof. No one has sued me for defamation, because I’m telling the truth and been doing so since 2000, while not one authority will do their job.

The criminal’s quest is to render one penniless, there’s nothing to be done at this point.

However, it's hardly about the horrific financial crimes that have been committed against us, now, by financial elite and financial institutions; it's more about the many, many authorities that purposely ignore these crimes from the police all the way up to the Supreme Court of The United States and every authority in between.

It's about voting into office, if our votes actually count, criminals like the Clinton's who have been proven to be criminals and yet they are poised to continue to be a, pathetic, example to the citizens of this country...again?

None of the other issues, in this current campaign, mean a thing if the financial elite continue to steal the publics' assets from checking, savings, trust, stock and 401K accounts, as well as illegally foreclose on property, while the authorities ignore it all; just like the Clinton's crimes are ignored!

In fact, and I quote my business partner/husband's brother who said when he landed a job with the state of California, (Government) "I'll never have to work another day in my life."

Need I say more?

Should someone from the Trump Campaign, or other interested party, wish to speak to me I can be reached by email below.

Thank you for your time.

Deborah Breuner (Davis)

Below Please see letter I wrote to Dennis Michael Lynch, forwarding to him the above letter to President Trump...Hopefully

Dear Mr. Lynch,

I’ve just recently learned of you; don’t know where I’ve been as to not notice your great work until now? Perhaps busy fighting for my life as many other Americans, in my shoes, have been and still are. In fact in my humble opinion I’d say what’s happening in this country is very much like what has already occurred during the holocaust.

I believe we’re witnessing a holocaust now.

And, this fact is never the topic of conversation, instead people skirt over it saying, “Yes I know you’re right” and then off they go to live their day in denial.

Obviously these particular individuals have yet to experience what I have.

Trump isn’t even talking about the subject and it’s the foundation of this country. Well he may discuss the people working government jobs that should be fired, but he speaks of this globally; he doesn’t get down to brass tacks and claim one of the main problems in this country.

The financial institutions and financial elite are stealing funds out of checking, savings, stock, 401K’s and named trusts while all the authorities including the government ignore it. The attorneys and courts work together to keep these cases from ever seeing a courtroom and this includes most of the illegal foreclosures too, while the media purposely refuses to expose these atrocities.

No matter what other issues concern the United States this fact must be attended to first…unless of course we are witnessing a holocaust. Then I’d say we’re all doomed and we might as well sit back and wait for death.

My personal story is almost twenty years old now and I’ve been battling everyday since the onset, except when I’m writing the sixth volume of my memoir or screenplays with my business partner/husband, Larry.

You can Google my name Deborah Breuner Davis, or just Deborah Breuner and you’ll see this ugly story unfold. Please visit my blog at;


You might want go back to 2012 when I first launched this blog; many facts start being exposed from the beginning. Included on my blog are some documents of proof to my situation. In fact my blog is a roadmap to how horrendous financial crimes are purposely ignored in this country.

Now after my twenty years of this I can make a very clear statement of truth amongst many others I’ve made over the years and managed to show up on Google.

Crimes such as those purposely committed against me and then purposely ignored by the proper authorities are not only destroying lives financially, but they are destroying relationships with family and friends, because when they see that the authorities do nothing, while they have yet to experience what we the victims have, they assume we are “Crazy” so they exile us from their lives. They have no clue to how corrupt the financial institutions; authorities and courts really are in this country because the media hides it all.

I know, as many other parents have, I taught my children, as they grew up, to respect the authorities so now when they see the authorities and courts turn their back to these crimes committed against me…well you can only imagine. I can tell you my friends whom I proudly still called friends from the time I was three years old now see me as crazy.

Needless to state again, these unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crimes are destroying lives and relationships and without this addressed no president, no matter of what political party will ever set this country straight.

Since you’re exposing what the MSM refuses to address, I’m hoping you’ll expose my story and that of others like mine. Believe me there are many of us. I alone know at least twenty families suffering as much as we are; homeless and penniless; living in and out of the streets, while they were once active citizens employing many people in our businesses. They are all destroyed now by financial crimes committed by those they should have been able to trust.

I have copied and pasted a recent letter I’ve written to Donald Trump below and attached it in pdf to this email.

Thank you for your time.

Deborah Breuner (Davis)

Below please see another letter to Donald J Trump from a victim of horrendous unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crime;

Dear President Trump, (We’re hoping)

My name is Carla Glade; I’m a paralegal and have been for many years. I mention my career so you’ll understand that I actually know the laws while I watch the authorities in this country completely ignore the outrageous financial crimes taking place against many Americans by the financial elite, the legal world, authorities, (mostly government), attorneys, courts and of course the media who refuse to expose it all.

You Mr. Trump can actually make a difference, in this country, if you concentrate on the fact that no government employee in America does their job while the financial crimes going unaddressed are destroying lives and families. Citizens of this country are ending up in the streets, homeless and penniless. My family and I have been struggling with, horrible financial crime committed against us since 1993; unaddressed by the correct authorities and government personal.

My question to you is, how can a society function if the citizens can no longer function because of financial crimes, committed against them by the powerful, that render them homeless and penniless?

I believe you see and understand this.

If I can help in your campaign in any way just contact me below. I’m pretty limited because of my dire situation but I can make phone calls.

Carla Glade

Thursday, October 6, 2016




Make crime pay. Become a Lawyer.

Will Rogers

In March, 2006, Larry and I find Richard K. Rufner Esq. in Denver, Colorado, who’s a malpractice attorney and has been on the Colorado Ethics Committee, which is comforting. He’s also a graduate of Annapolis in Maryland and been a fighter pilot. “This might help,” I think to myself. “I mean a cadet will be thrown out of Annapolis if they show even a breath of dishonesty.” I have first hand experience and knowledge about this after attending a dance at Annapolis when I was a mere thirteen years old.

As we arrive in his office, overseeing the Colorado mountains, we see he’s a large, unassuming man with bright eyes and very professional. He wanted to meet Larry and me in person, suggesting that we bring my documents...not send them to his office. Mr. Rufner practically stands on his desk, in shock, over what Ken has done. He agrees to help me, saying that Mr. Catanzarite has committed almost every ethical violation an attorney could possibly commit…and broken many federal laws. Besides this, we learn there were no statute issues concerning the Sun Valley property, therefore no reason for me to sign Catanzarite’s contract in less than eight hours. We had actually already figured this out and now we’ve found someone who will hold Catanzarite responsible. Mr. Rufner wonders why Ken Catanzarite hasn’t lost his license yet.

Now Rufner says, “This contract is unconscionable and against the law.” Then he turns towards his computer and types in the California State Bar, looking for any previous charges against Catanzarite. He turns back towards Larry and me saying, “I can’t believe it. Catanzarite has never been charged in the past. Well he will be this time! In fact, as soon as the KeyBank case is over or Catanzarite withdraws, I’m filling a malpractice suit against him and turning him into the CalBar.” Mr. Rufner advises that, no matter what happens, I must not fire Ken and if I’m not happy with the settlement Ken is pushing me into with KeyBank, just say, “No.”

Ah…Larry and I have finally found an honest attorney with a brain.

In April, 2006, Larry and I must go to Idaho for mediation with KeyBank. Ken says, “It’s mandatory,” yet he has not submitted one piece of discovery to the court and hasn’t done any depositions. And Judge Winmill, the Idaho Federal Judge, hasn’t ruled yet on KeyBank’s unlawful foreclosure. Even with my lack of knowledge, about the law, I know it’s ridiculous to try and settle without a judge’s order, but Larry and I know we must go…it’s the law.

Between the day we hear about the mediation with KeyBank and the day this will occur, Ken e-mails and calls with, “The mediation has been canceled; you might as well save your money and cancel your dog sitter. In fact you should get rid of those dogs.” I’m incensed about Ken telling me to get rid of my dogs. Yet, by this time Larry and I know better than to believe one word Ken Catanzarite utters. I don’t cancel the hard to obtain “kennel time” for our now six dogs.

The day before the KeyBank mediation, Ken’s daughter, Nicole, also an attorney in his office, in the very first time she’s ever written me in her life, writes an e-mail, “The mediation is on tomorrow and you must be there in Idaho at 10:00 AM sharp.” She doesn’t mention where we should be and ignores my e-mails asking. At this point Larry and I know that Ken Catanzarite has purposely tried to make sure that I would never show up in Idaho. The case would be dismissed and he’ll take both my current Steamboat property and the Sun Valley property.

“For God’s sake, Larry, what do these dishonest attorneys do, sit around their offices all day working on how to maneuver around the laws so they can destroy their own clients?” So far the greatest percentage of attorneys I’ve hired sign on to represent me, and instead protect the perpetrators. But we beat Ken at his own game, and jump into the car, driving ten hours to Boise, Idaho, while I call Ken on the hour every hour. Apparently, he is indisposed for the first time since I’d hired him…he just can’t get to his pocket for the cell phone on time to answer.

At 10:00 AM the next day, Larry and I still have no idea where the KeyBank mediation will be held, so we guess. We show up at John Ward’s Law Firm, about an hour late, but this is just because Ken finally called saying his plane had been delayed. He still wouldn’t tell me where the mediation would be. KeyBank wants to just give me back my Sun Valley house for twelve months, allowing me to sell it again, while Ken’s hand picked, retired judge of over eighty years old from Oregon, oversees this pathetic mediation. I will receive no cash.

The judge/mediator is so old he can barely speak; he admits he doesn’t know a thing about the case, admitting also he’s not familiar with Idaho law as his hands shake from obvious Parkinson’s Disease. Outrageous, and still more so since I have no money, which McDonald and KeyBank have taken through federal crimes committed against me. Ken will have to take over the care and ownership of the Sun Valley property. In his contract he put a lien on it, so now I’ve figured out for sure what his intent has been all along.

Ken will end up owning my Sun Valley property, as he claims that I owe him three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in costs already, over and above his fifty percent unconscionable contingency fee... I get nothing. Not to mention, with the black cloud KeyBank has created over my property at this point, I’d have to give it away to any potential buyer. Yet, I have proof that McDonald forged my signature, that KeyBank disregarded my trust, suspect they misappropriated my monthly payments on the small loan to a phantom account so they could claim I was in default when I wasn’t, and kept me from selling the house by telling lenders my home was overvalued. To add insult to injury, you don’t give commercial loans on residential property. This too is against the law.

Additionally, I had watched Ken have an unfamiliar-with-Sun Valley real estate appraiser (had never been to Sun Valley in his life) re-appraise my property by excluding one thousand square feet from it’s size so he could claim it wasn’t worth what my trusted professional appraiser, familiar-with-Sun Valley, deemed to be true just a couple of months earlier. This was quite obvious when Larry and I checked out the new appraisal, which we brought to Ken’s attention and he ignored. I also know there’s more crime flourishing about but Mr. Catanzarite keeps facts from me and refuses to submit anything proving my case to the courts, thereby controlling how the suit progresses.

I say “No” to KeyBank’s offer.

Ken says, “You’ve had many years enjoying your homes and great wealth. Why not just be happy with what you’ve had and get over it?” Okay… I’d be arrested for what I was about to say at this point, so I didn’t.

But, I’m now very aware of why Ken had the Sun Valley appraisal corruptly adjusted; he must have worked for hours figuring out how to lower the value of my property? Or maybe he’s an old hand? I’d opt for the old hand. With the lower value Ken could claim the equity left in this property was just about what I’d owe him for his bogus costs for destroying my life further. Then walla, he’d take my Sun Valley property for his payment.

A week later Judge Winmill, of the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court grants me a partial Summary Judgment for an unlawful foreclosure. Ken had the proof to get me a full Summary Judgment in his hot little briefcase. He purposely didn’t submit it to the court. Or, Judge Winmill and Ken colluded together to exclude this proof. Who the hell knows? The full Summary Judgment would have forced KeyBank to pay me cash and give me my home back permanently. After all, at this point, although the fraudulent bank proof has been kept from me, I’m very positive that KeyBank had been taking my payments on the small line of credit and claiming these payments were never made. Why else would they refuse to give me my account statements? Not to mention, it’s also against the federal laws to foreclose non-judicially on a trust owned property, and never can a bank foreclose on property using a personal loan. And, commercial loans are not given on residential property. Yet so far, this is what KeyBank has done, while Ken Catanzarite belittles me and continues to withhold evidence from the judge. John Ward, KeyBank’s permanent counsel, has reaped the nickname, “Skeletor.” I think I know why. And, no one can tell me that someone isn’t paying someone off.

Over the next couple of weeks, Mr. Catanzarite tries to force me to take KeyBank’s deal. When I refuse, he threatens to withdraw which is about the tenth time. This threat becomes a reality on May 15, 2006, and at the same time I realize Ken has destroyed my case in Michigan as well by withholding all the Paine Webber account statements, so the judge dismissed this case. Ken writes an e-mail to me along with his withdrawal. “I have subpoenaed the account statements from Paine Webber in another Michigan Court, but the documents have not been served on anyone. I suggest you hire another attorney to serve the defendants soon or you’ll lose your statutes.”

“How convenient,” I think to myself. I have no idea what this other Michigan court is.

Now I have at least figured out why the law lenders had been turning me down.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

For many months I interview new lawyers for the KeyBank suit. Mr. Rufner only says that I must settle the KeyBank case before he can file a malpractice suit against Ken. He assures me I still have six years to file again in Michigan for my trust. Finally, I find White Peterson Law firm in Nampa, Idaho, in late May, 2006. Larry and I must sell our red truck over two days’ time by running around to Steamboat car dealerships, basically begging them to buy it so that we can get the money to even meet with the lawyers.

After Kevin Dinius of White Peterson goes through all the documents, he and his team of lawyers decide to take on the KeyBank case. During their research, they uncover the news that someone in my family held back funds that belonged to me from the sale of the Diamond K Ranch, my mother’s property. Now I’m putting all the pieces of my life together, yet it takes me another full month before I can digest the fact that not only was Sonard (Gerard, my brother-in-law) involved with this but perhaps Winnie and Jennie too.

Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy Esq. was the attorney that oversaw Sonard and Shitty’s interests after my parents died, as well as mine, and he was my first divorce attorney who advised that I create a trust to protect my assets. With his background, education and financial expertise, my trust should never have been embezzled – unless he’s at the bottom of the theft.

Happily, Larry and I return to Steamboat feeling like we have finally found the help we need all around. I just have to find counsel in Michigan to file the correct suit for my trust. Ken lost the statutes on purpose for opening my divorce but he didn’t even approach the trust issue or Paine Webber, and I have six years to file for fraud. I still have time. So Larry and I spend our days on the phone again looking for a good trust litigator in Detroit. We have no money whatsoever and are selling whatever we have that will create cash. Our business has been destroyed.

Larry borrows twenty-five hundred dollars from his attorney friend Harry Burgess. We can’t find employment, mostly because of what KeyBank has unlawfully done to our credit, amongst other challenges such as lack of experience, age, and always having our own business. And, we don’t have the resources to get the Deborah Breuner Ltd started again so we work towards something smaller, creating funny t-shirts. The vender in Steamboat, after promises of having prototypes done in a month, instead takes close to a year and we run out of cash again. We had no choice other than to wait for him, as we couldn’t afford to handle this in any far away place. We wouldn’t be able to pay for the gas to get there three times a week. No, I don’t believe our vender is in collusion with the bank; he’s just an idiot.

But now we must put our efforts into finding buyers for my diamonds, skis, Larry’s tools and truck. Finally one day, Kevin Dinius announces that I must be at a deposition in Denver with KeyBank, yet he too has done neither depositions nor discovery on my behalf. Larry and I again have no money so we must get up at 2:00 AM for two days in order to drive to Denver (three hours) and back each day as we appear at the KeyBank depositions. We sell most of our music CD’s at a local pawnshop to get cash for the gas.

During KeyBank’s deposition, John “Skeletor” Ward asks, “Ms. Davis do you live by a budget? It seems you’ve been spending beyond your means.”

Now I’m furious but calmly answer, “Well gee, I haven’t seen my own account statements for anything concerning KeyBank/McDonald or Paine Webber in years, while your clients were stealing money out of my account to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars, so how would I be able to even see what was going on with my finances?”

Skeletor arrogantly laughs like a hyena and says, “Well you dropped McDonald. They aren’t part of this suit…remember?”

I wanted to say, “Shut the f—k up!” But, I didn’t. I was also beginning to learn, but not totally understand, that the real reason Ken dropped McDonald from the case was because they have a fiduciary duty to me, which would cause KeyBank to have one to me as well, but without them, KeyBank wouldn’t have one unless they committed a crime, which of course I knew they had…many in fact.

Meanwhile, I’m also hearing through the grapevine of attorney garble in the room that, by law, banks have no fiduciary duty to their customers, which, in my mind, allows them the ability to commit any kind of financial crime they choose…unless it can be proven. So far it appears my own counsel is making sure this won’t happen. It’s shocking me. Then Skeletor says, “What’s happened to your family through all this?”

I merely respond, “Well they seem to be part of the mess so I have no relationship with any of them.”

Skeletor comes back with “Jackpot” sparkling from his eyes and says, “R-e-a-l-l-y?” Suddenly I realized I’d just stuck my foot in my mouth.

Kevin makes promises as to what he’ll be doing next to help me, via cell phone, such as holding Catanzarite responsible for everything, while Larry and I drive back to Steamboat each night. But after KeyBank’s deposition, over six weeks go by before I hear from Kevin again. He doesn’t supply me with the transcripts from the deposition as he promised, and refuses to return my frantic calls asking about what is going on.

Rick Rufner, in the meantime, has signed a contract with me and filed a Declaratory Action against Ken in the Routt County Court in Steamboat Springs concerning my property, the crimes he’s committed, and his unethical contract. I also contact my brother-in law, Sonard, for the second time to get Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy’s contact information so I can get my file from him. Sonard refuses to give me this information saying, “You’re not allowed to talk to him, because he’s a sitting Supreme Court Justice.” Of course I don’t believe this response. But what can I do? I’m just left still more convinced that my whole family is involved with my financial demise.

In October, 2006, on a Thursday afternoon Kevin shocks me out of my mind by calling with a settlement offer. KeyBank wants all this over, but again I get basically nothing. Yet, this time they have offered five hundred thousand dollars and they keep my now three million-dollar Sun Valley property. What has been lost between KeyBank/McDonald is close to ten million dollars of my assets. When you include Larry’s and my business, it’s still more. But I agree to this settlement out of pure exhaustion. I trust Ken Catanzarite will eventually be held responsible for all my damage and Larry’s too.

Kevin still has done no discovery or depositions; he doesn’t have Ken Catanzarite’s file, I’m told. Mr. Catanzarite is holding his file ransom…another ethical violation. It’s been six months since I hired Kevin. The very next day, Kevin withdraws from representing me via e-mail. There’s no mention of the settlement. I’m just at the end of my rope. I believe KeyBank is paying these lawyers off to keep my suit worthless, or Ken is, and I don’t have the full scope as to what Ken didn’t do on my case. Yet I’m confident that he should be in prison for what I do know, along with many KeyBank/McDonald executives.

I see Kevin is following Catanzarite’s plan. I write the lead attorneys in Kevin’s law firm, complaining about his actions, which are ignored. I even write Judge Winmill, not expecting an answer of course, just informing him. Again, Larry and I are back on the phone, looking for lawyers while I represent myself in the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court for God knows how long, trying to figure out what I can file in order to keep my case alive. Larry and I are checking out books from the local library trying to understand the law...becoming lawyers with no degree.

Kevin Dinius lies to Judge Winmill about serving me notarized documents of his withdrawal. He didn’t, and what’s more, he indicates to the court in writing that I had moved over a month earlier, and he couldn’t find out where I was to inform me to pick up these withdrawal documents from the post office in Steamboat. This is outrageous, since neither Larry nor I have the money to do anything but wait at home for justice and care for our precious family of dogs.

Our biggest trips of the day are to the grocery store and mailbox. We certainly haven’t been out of town or moved. I’m astounded by the dishonesty amidst the legal world. I’m feeling like I should have known by the way Kevin Dinius acted during depositions.

Yet, I’ve also learned by now that firing an attorney merely creates more legal problems, which inevitably becomes my problem and will cost me money, which I don’t have.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

The short, heavy, little bulldog looking jerk would barely address my presence for two days during KeyBank depositions, and certainly never spoke in my defense nor advised me. Instead, he spent the two days arrogantly gazing at his laptop screen saver, which sported his own photograph skydiving. He appeared to be in great distress, which I didn’t understand back then nor do I have anything more than clues now. But, I don’t have time to worry about any of this; I must find still another new law firm. I have lost almost all the discovery time and the judge won’t grant me more while I’m within days of having the KeyBank case dismissed.

And, I wouldn’t have even known to do this if I hadn’t called the friend of the court, who told me my case was going to be dismissed if I didn’t either sign, in pro per, or find new counsel. Kevin had already gotten the judge to wave my signature for his withdrawal, which I wasn’t aware of until now. I had no choice but to become pro per until I found a new law firm.

In the meantime, I call the expert witness that Balamuth Law Firm had hired, Steven I. Fried of Capital Finance, to evaluate Mr. Catanzarite’s crimes and ethical violations. I thought he could recommend to me what I should file in the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court next. He is extremely helpful. I then turned Kevin Dinius into the Idaho State Bar, by filing a complaint against him for lying to the court about me and not doing a thing on my case. Go on; just ask me what the Idaho State Bar did!

Absolutely nothing.

Meanwhile, Larry and I have figured out how to file a motion with the court for KeyBank in-house documents. A few weeks later I receive a letter from John “Skelator” Ward, refusing to supply most of what I’ve subpoenaed, claiming the discovery time deadline is too short to supply these, which is a complete lie. I still had a month of discovery time left. However, I do receive computer disks displaying many in-house letters between the KeyBank executives which read, “Ms. Davis’ property is owned by her trust. Please adjust the loan documents to reflect this.” Then there’d be another letter saying, “No, the property belongs to her personally.” I stared down upon the original loan documents clearly showing the bridge loan was given to my trust and a copy of my trust indicating my home is owned by this trust. Now I can see I had still more ammunition against KeyBank, because I now have their own proof to what they have done.

I remember wondering why KeyBank would blatantly send to me such viable proof of their fraud against me. It didn’t make sense. Why would they purposely, in writing, show how inept or criminal they were and are?

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

Eventually I call Huntley Park Law Firm in Boise, Idaho. The one law firm I’d missed earlier in this legal journey that didn’t represent KeyBank. Interestingly though, I had called them a few years back and the secretary claimed they had a conflict. As it turns out this wasn’t true…they merely had a business account with KeyBank. Bill Thomas has been a president and counsel for a bank. He and his partner, Dan Williams, know how to read the fine print on bank documents. They tell me most lawyers don’t even attempt to understand these contracts. But, they can and will help me. I have no idea what they look like...there are no photographs on their website. I have no way to access their eyes to see whether they’re honest...not that I’ve been very good at this so far.

The first phone call I have with Bill Thomas he says to me, “I’m fairly sympathetic to your situation but I take pause when I see so many attorney withdrawals.”

“Oh my God.” This remark outrageous me, because I know all these withdrawals involve plain old unethical behavior and crime. At any other time I probably would have said, “Thank you for your time but I’ll keep looking.” However, I just let the remark go. I’m desperate and sense Bill’s firm will help me, which they do but not without warning me concerning the facts. They think Ken has destroyed my case, but they will do whatever they can to save it by filing another suit in Blaine County, Idaho, Court to gain back discovery, re-introducing proof that Ken withheld.

While Bill and Dan work on my behalf, Ken Catanzarite demands that I go to arbitration in California with him over his contract, which the Routt County Court allows before they can rule. After all, in spite of Ken’s unconscionable terms, he has an arbitration clause. Larry and I must sell more of our belongings in order to get to California. We have to borrow money as well in order to pay Rick Rufner a thousand dollars to represent me at arbitration.

On the first morning of arbitration Larry and I pick up Mr. Rufner at his hotel; stop to eat breakfast together, and go on to the first planned event of the next two days… Mr. Catanzarite’s arbitrational lies of the century, as we listen to his words, show he is unbelievably unethical besides being a criminal. Mr. Rufner asked Ken three times, “Do you think you have a fiduciary duty to your client?”

Ken answers, “No.”

We learn that Mr. Catanzarite actually forged my signature on a buy/sell agreement with his bank, Washington Mutual, March 10, 2005.

Why? Because he wanted it to appear that he purchased my home before he signed on as my attorney, relieving himself of a serious ethical violation. By the way, it’s absolutely prohibited by the California Professional Rules of Conduct that an attorney purchase a client’s home out of foreclosure. Of course, Larry and I had to spend weeks learning all this through our own efforts and investigation. By this time we knew where to find what law on what page in the law books.

We’ve also realized McDonald Investments being dropped from the suit did not hold KeyBank responsible for the forgeries and pillaging of my account. Bill Thomas had informed me of this. In fact now McDonald was getting away with their crimes, and Mr. Catanzarite made sure they would by dropping them from the suit, leaving KeyBank only responsible for an unlawful foreclosure. So now we knew Ken lied about this legal action too.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

Of course, I had proof that Ken purchased my home at the exact time he signed on as my attorney. When Mr. Rufner asks Ken why he didn’t open my divorce in Michigan, as he signed on to do, Ken replies, “Because John Schaefer said I couldn’t, and besides Ms. Davis would have only received three million dollars in a suit such as this.” As if three million dollars was worth nothing?

Of course this is the first time I’ve heard this evaluation or excuse. I’m stunned and angry at the same time, while I sit there reminded that I’m now penniless. I actually get a laugh when Mr. Rufner responds with, “Well isn’t that sort of like the fox guarding the hen house?”

Larry then goes out to our Jeep in the parking lot to retrieve an e-mail Ken sent me before he purchased my house, where he solicits to buy my property, which makes his actions still more unconscionable. Mr. Catanzarite has been claiming I asked him if he would take the house over, rather than the truth, which is he advised that he purchase my home to protect it until my suits were complete. When Ken sees that I have proof of something that contradicts his claim, he thinks for a minute then responds with, “Well that particular e -mail must have been dropped from my computer. I don’t have that.”

Of course he doesn’t. What a complete ass. I feel like I’m in kindergarten with snotty nosed children…not elite attorneys. Ken continues to defend himself relative to why he gave me less than eight hours on a Sunday to sign his contract, not allowing time to have another law firm look at his outrageous terms...another ethical violation. He lies some more about how I had a bankruptcy attorney hired, yet he knows I merely consulted one – couldn’t hire him without money.

Soon I can see that the factual mistakes Ken printed in his contract about me where done on purpose, not because he didn’t know me well. He’s using these skewed facts to cover his unlawful acts. However we have documents and e- mails proving Ken is a crook.

To Mr. Catanzarite’s left sits Mr. Broker, a bankruptcy attorney he has brought with him as his “expert witness” to offer reasons why I wasn’t guided into bankruptcy as I should have been. By the way, Mr. Broker first admits he’s never acted as an expert witness in his life other than for Catanzarite Law Corporation. He’s submitting a detailed document he claims he’s written, showing that filing Chapter 11 would not have been my best option. Knowing this too is untrue, Mr. Rufner finally gets Mr. Broker to admit that Ken wrote the ten page chronicle, which Mr. Broker merely signed, not understanding what was actually the truth or the facts.

The biggest surprise is when Ken gets Scott Campbell on the phone to testify on his behalf. I can’t even believe this, but Rick Rufner, as my true hero, refuses to address any questions to him. He just asks, “Is your name Scott Campbell?”

Scott answers, “Yes.”

Rick then says, “Thank you, I have no more questions.”

Scott responds with, “What? You don’t have anything to ask me?”

Rick merely replies, “No, thank you.”

By the time I leave arbitration, all of us feel that the arbitrator is disgusted with Ken – he will rule on our side.

Our arbitrator, Mr. Merring, weighs easily over seven hundred pounds and for two days eats donuts, every hour on the hour, through the whole process of testimony. I wonder if he ever heard a word spoken from anyone. He did comment on what he seemed to ingest, when the subject of signing my contract on a Sunday came up, by responding with, “I don’t know about you lawyers, but I don’t work on Sunday,” then goes back to stuffing his fat face with pastry.

Personally I think Mr. Merring needs a round in Dr. Phil’s House, or a show directed especially for him on Oprah, while he’s lying in bed, surrounded by a crane. Mr. Merring is not professional.

I remember thinking, during the mediation, perhaps if I wrote Oprah or Dr. Phil about Mr. Merring’s weight, claiming I was a worried friend, then they’d have me on their show and I could spout out all the illegal crap happening to me.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

I can’t help but notice that every time Mr. Merring would get up and walk across the room, donut crumbs fall from the seat of his pants. There are more crumbs attached to his suit lapel. I watch him barely be able to get around chairs snuggled up close to the conference table. I can’t even imagine where he’d find any clothes to fit his rotund body. He makes me sick, while he has my whole life in his hands.

Larry and I return to Steamboat after having to borrow money from my friend, Janey Meade, and selling my diamond necklace in Hollywood. On our way, we stop in Idaho to meet Bill and Dan from Huntley Park Law Firm in person. We meet with them in their office on Saturday, so there are few other partners from the firm around.

Bill is short, with fine sandy colored longish hair, which appears to be a toupee secured by thin wires attached to his inner ears. He’s wearing jeans and cowboy boots, probably over fifty years old. He seems nice enough though not at all as I pictured him. He plays no games with the truth, which I like, but it’s also scary to hear about what might be facts I must accept. Yet, he laughs joyfully once in a while so I sense he’s a nice man. Dan pops in late, after taking his son to baseball practice, so I feel he’s at least a good dad. He too is wearing jeans, being tall, dark haired and sporting a gray/charcoal close-cropped beard. Actually he appears much younger than Bill, but I know he’s not. They aren’t encouraged at all with the news about arbitration, saying, “You just never know about these things. Sometimes arbitrators have a bad day and rule unfairly.”

Yet, they describe what they’re doing to help me, which is promising in a weird sort of way. I don’t know at this point if what they’re attempting to do is really going to work or not. They spend most of the time saying, “If the judge rules like this, then you’ll end up like that.” I’m frustrated that my suit just can’t fix what is outrageously against the law.

I still didn’t know if Ken was paid off by KeyBank to withhold evidence or if Mr. Catanzarite merely had his own agenda. I didn’t understand why Kevin Dinius dropped the ball after Ken. Was he too paid off? I knew with the laws that had been broken, all these entities should be in prison.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

Bill and Dan don’t seem to be concerned about what Ken and Kevin have or have not done, only with what they will hopefully accomplish now.

When Larry and I finally return to our home around midnight on Monday, we find that the electricity has been turned off and the house is as cold as ice. The electric company claims we haven’t paid the bill, which is possible…we haven’t had money in months but Larry says, “It’s been paid.” Around 1:00 AM we are able to get the electricity turned back on after paying cash to a driver who shows up to take payment. And, by the way, the bill had been paid. The electric company just wanted a retainer because they had become aware of what was happening to us.

The next day I find that though there is ten thousand dollars in the account at Alpine Bank in town, they have returned our checks just because of the bad credit Larry and I have, caused by what KeyBank did unlawfully. They have known about this for a year and have a letter from my attorney explaining the issue. Still an Alpine manager merely says, “We periodically go back and check credit; yours has not improved. We’ll draw up a check for you to pick up. We don’t want you in our bank.”

“Of course my credit hasn’t improved! The KeyBank case is still ongoing,” I say. But this is of no importance at all, I can see. I’m astounded that a bank would return checks that are covered with funds. What’s worse, they didn’t even tell us, and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t called them after a check bounced.

Now neither Larry nor I can open a bank account anywhere. Our credit has worsened, of course. We’re forced to pay cash for whatever we purchase or on bills we have. Things are getting tougher for us which doesn’t make sense...we are not the criminals here! But nothing can be done until my suits are resolved or we can somehow create another smaller business or get jobs. We also realize that it takes a standard seven years for one’s horrible credit to cease being an issue, while after seven years one wouldn’t have an employment history, because they couldn’t get hired by any company who checks credit. Our situation has become grave.

As we wait for the arbitrator’s ruling, now the middle of February, 2007, we can’t afford to buy propane to heat our home nor food to feed our dogs or ourselves. The water softener no longer works and we can’t get it fixed...no money. Because of the sulfur in the water around Steamboat Springs, having a water softener is the only way most residents can live. We have to exist without, as our skin itches and all our china turns white with residue. The dishwashers are encrusted with sulfur as well. We have stopped our cable and shut off the phones. The neighbors, who use to be called friends as they partied in our home, drinking and eating gourmet spreads, no longer speak to us.

We have one friend left, Rich Voldness, who has offered to lend us some money, which we gratefully accept, promising to pay him back as soon as we can.

And, now this is difficult to admit, but I will, because though it was wrong on Larry’s and my part, it also shows how outrageous at least KeyBank is. I can only assume, with what’s going on in the United States today, all banks are just as crooked and idiotic. An advertisement came in our mail, addressed to me from KeyBank, offering a ten thousand dollar line-of-credit…no questions asked. I couldn’t believe my eyes. You would think with what KeyBank had done and was still doing to me, I would be out of their system for such an offer.

Well Larry and I didn’t have a dime, so I signed up, expecting that I certainly would be turned down. But who cares, we had nothing to lose for trying, except if I should ever be forced into depositions with them again, it might be brought up. But, who cares? KeyBank has criminally cost me close to ten million dollars in damage.

My attitude at this point is that KeyBank owes me, which is an example of what crimes such as what KeyBank has committed against me, and now Larry, creates in the normal consumer’s mind…a circle of crime. They want to retaliate, of course, especially when they can’t even hire an attorney to help them because the attorney is obviously being paid under the table by KeyBank to protect them…outrageous.

Two weeks later I had a loan from KeyBank, which came in handy for a short time…we could pay some bills. It’s difficult to live in a multi-million dollar home without huge amounts of cash to keep it going, and in the dead of winter in Colorado there wasn’t much chance of selling the place.

I’m still, to this day, amazed that I would qualify for a loan, under a lawsuit, with KeyBank…I’m left speechless.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis

Mr. Catanzarite has, since he bought my home, become a respected member of the Sleeping Giant Estates Homeowners Association, so along with all the ethical violations and crimes he’s committed, we figure he’s destroyed Larry’s and my reputation in our neighborhood. It would at least be worth looking into by interviewing our neighbors. I write Mr. Rufner with this suggestion and assume he takes notice. I know he’s in the midst of obtaining loan documents from the Steamboat Springs Title Company concerning the loan Ken took out to buy my home…there’s lots of proof of Ken’s crimes.

Sunday, February 7, 2016


To all those in my family or the financial elite and attorneys who either embezzled my funds or today embrace those who did, may God have mercy on your souls as you one day stand before Him.

We are headed to living in the streets again; but we’ve been here before and by the grace of God are saved. However, I must say our coming up threat has to be the worst in the last ten plus years; the eight years prior to 2007, Larry,our family of dogs,and myself were merely working on reporting and stopping horrendous financial crimes being committed in broad daylight by family, financial elite and corrupt attorneys as Larry and I worked to contact every financial watchdog; the FBI; DOJ and legal help, over and over, again as they all responded to my letters with vague and obtuse responses.

In other words ignoring the crimes, already committed such as the embezzlement of my 80M$ trust, as we watched a number of financial institutions and attorneys commit more horrendous crimes against us; the answer to our pleas for help.

I believe today the continued crimes were committed as “Mafia Hits” to silence us.

We lost all but one of our precious dogs in 2010:>(( Thank God for the Bu; the one we have left.

I finally did win an out-of-court settlement with KeyBank only to have these funds also embezzled.

Obviously more “Mafia Hits” from the criminals involved here.

So here’s the news few in the public understand; financial crime committed against your trust, and you, isn’t investigated by the proper authorities, on purpose, and if all your funds have been embezzled you don’t have the funds to hire a good attorney. I question if there are any? Contingency contracts with attorneys merely bring out the evil in them; they’d rather, unbeknownst to you until it’s too late, steal what you still have, in real estate, and withhold evidence on your case from the judge.

You are witnessing an anatomy of a slow murder, committed against individuals worth a lot of money in my case, but having enough is worth embezzling too; often times to keep the public unaware of crime and corruption of the financial institutions against individuals, which our government sanctions. It’s as if the financial watchdogs, FBI and DOJ are shell companies. There’s really nobody in any of these government agencies who do a thing about these crimes.

Again as I've mentioned before in my writing, the churches and charities do nothing either nor do any government agencies; instead people die in the streets because of crimes committed against them such as we have had. There's just no way to survive as one seeks employment, gets it; then waits to be paid, without living under a bridge in the meantime and without money for a bus, gas and by this time no longer owning a car anyway, how do these victims to crime ever get on their feet again?

Only by family help or angels...complete strangers end up being the angels.

One can contact every media outlet, across the world, and they’ll refuse to expose what has occurred to my trust, our business, myself, and my business/life partner, Larry.

I believe Madoff is a scapegoat amidst many other criminals that helped him; none of these people have even been investigated; as I understand. So why would this be? The public really doesn’t know what is true; the media reports untruths, withholds and spins other stories; all in the interest of manipulating the public into feeling safe…in the interest that the next embezzlement will be your funds.

Believe me you are not safe from anything, if you are doing business with any financial institution; a trust won’t even protect you!

There is only one way to recover from these horrendous unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crimes and that’s to start over, but this could be more difficult than dealing with our corrupt financial and legal system.

Do you have money in a trust being overseen by not only you, but your attorney, money manager and trustees? Watch out; the financial institutions are adjusting monthly and yearly bank statements to reflect funds that aren’t there anymore; they have, instead, been embezzled by your trusted financiers. You won’t know until you get the phone call telling you all your money is gone, while the authorities will ignore your request for an investigation!

You will now lose everything else you own, including your business, while being blamed for this, publicly by the criminals…the “banksters” and greedy family.

Here’s where the slow murder comes in; the criminal acts committed against you, your trust and business destroys your business and credit. And now that you have no money at all you need credit to get back and running, only most of the time no one will trust you enough to lend money to you, when the truth is these financial institutions are the criminals.

Your life is ruined without a miracle; usually by going to family for a loan or have them invest in a viable idea, only it just so happens my family and Larry’s as well are the criminals whom have committed the financial crimes against us along with the financial institutions.

Besides this our families want us dead for exposing our story of unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crimes. This is how angry they are; however we’re fighting for our lives; looking at living in the streets on Monday; within a week after this we won’t have a car. And this has happened many times since 2007, while we have received very little help. Most of the time we manage by a miracle of $1,000.00 from a very few giving souls; often strangers; rarely family; in over ten years family has helped perhaps four times between Larry and I. We have received small amounts in funds allowing us to pay part of our exorbitant bills created because we live in motels and store our personal belongings, which I’ve discussed in earlier articles.

All the while both Larry and I seek employment, but it takes many times more than a month to get employment and often times we’re considered too old for any employer wanting to hire us; so we run out of funds before either of us can get hired or paid.

Larry actually has three very good commission based positions now; I share one of these positions with him, but we have no money to buy gas and pay for our room long enough to keep a roof over our heads until we get a check. We’ll also soon lose the car.

This is the cycle we have been in for years; no way to get a handle on our situation with small amounts of cash. We have been requesting an equity investor for years; we have a number of ideas including our fashion/furniture; ideas that will cost much less to launch and make more money faster. The last true investor and the first one ever, invested $12,000.00 in one lump sum and we got a lot done; Larry was able to take these extra funds and build his prototype for the Country Music Hall of Fame and another one for the Dallas Cowboys. Since then we have been seeking another investor so Larry can continue in this great opportunity to get us on our feet, but we have yet to find another investor; we have only gotten small amounts of funds, spread out over long periods, to keep us fed and in a motel room.

As grateful as we have been to receive these funds in any amount coming our way, we’d land on our feet with a small investor; start making money, and so would the investor.

Instead my family, and Larry’s as well, who can well afford to either invest themselves, find someone who can invest, or conduct a fundraiser in our name...refuse! Our families would rather sit back and point their finger at us for being idiots. I guess this attitude allows them to feel better about themselves. After all they can only accomplish something by stealing away from those whom have accomplished much...we’ll accomplish much again either with family assistance or without it.

The difference will be the outcome of the relationship, with our families, and forgiveness. You are forgiven now; but our relationship will never be healed without your repenting in some way; to us and God...yes, God won't even excuse you until you repent!

What would God require of you? What does repent mean? It's not just spiritual action, like prayer; albeit prayer works, but God expects as much in your action, especially from family. He expects you to face and admit to the truth.

For the life of me I'll never understand, how you all go to church, enjoy God's work in nature and speak "forgiveness" amongst yourselves, with each other, then watch us, family members who have been attacked by crimes live in the streets, knowing without some help we'll die in the streets!?

Again, what would your God require of you?

By: Deborah Breuner
Heiress Live In A Tent

The Father says, “I created you to be loved and to give love. When you feel either are lacking in your life, know that I Am setting you up for a blessing. Do not allow a wounded heart to keep you from the amazing people I will send to you. Be the extension of My Hands and Heart. Even when this feels uncomfortable, find a deeper blessing coming from My Throne Room at that moment.

I see what just happened to you. I have a way to restore and redeem what you felt was lost. Some people only know how to wound others from their already wounded heart. You can choose not to go down this same path. Stay close to Me, and let Me show you the beauty that is all around. No this is not beautiful, but I specialize in making beauty from the ashes. The sting maybe great, but I Am Greater!

The Tears following down your cheeks are real and valid. Let Me dry your tears. I have better for you than these hours of sorrow. The Day is not finished yet. Let Me give you a reason to Laugh and Smile yet again. Do not cast aside, as if all is lost. I Am here even in the quiet of the night. I experience what no one else knows about you. You are so precious in My Sight. Your praise and worship is a sweet incense before Me.

What you go through, in this fallen world, is only temporary. Choose to see My Hand moving you to peaceful and calmer seas. You are not a product of what is going on around you. You are born of My Glory and Honor. You are My Child whom I loved so completely that I sent My Son to be your replacement on a debt too great to pay. Come sit next to Me. I will heal that lovely heart of yours, and fill you with My Joy, which is Unspeakable.”

~Blessings Ellen McCloud Replenished Hope
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