Heaven's Mind Book Series: The Stone City Stalkers

It was a picturesque pre-spring day, March 16^th to be exact; and I decided I would take a long walk along the canal after work. I returned to my suite that afternoon, changed into my exercise clothes and shoes then hit the pavement. I received an unexpected call from my “little-sister” girlfriend. I was overcome with joy when I heard her voice as it meant she was beginning to emerge from the cocoon she created for herself following her mother’s transition. It had been over a month since we last spoke and I wondered if she could sense the enormous smile engraved upon my face. I experienced the essence of freedom, release and celebration as I shared (with her) my method of “living after loss”. You see, my only sister Patrice Munsel was born on March 16,1958 and transitioned on July 10, 1999; she was 41-years young.

Over the last almost 20 years I have been able to interact with my sister through other people. How so? Well I’ve seen her in the smiles and faces of young women. I’ve encountered her personality through conversations with mature women. I have even connected with her gaze through my mirrored reflection and her image in my selfies and photos. On several occasions I found her words emanating from my mouth and her energy radiating on my frequency. Thus, I know it is true what I’ve read and heard; the flesh returns to the dust of the earth, yet the Spirit lives on and continues to resonate via diverse and accessible portals or gateways.

As my walk and conversation ended, I found myself filled with the light of day and energy of the sun; it was Friday night and I was open and ready for fun!

I decided to walk down to a bar called “Whiskey Chicks”, where they featured live music. I was pleasantly surprised to hear Motown R&B classics being performed by the popular Tyler Lee Band. There was no way I could have known or even suspected the catastrophic events which would follow such a magnificent beginning. Nor did I consider the impact those events would have on my psychological health. However, I soon discovered my mind’s extraordinary ability to overcome adversity through experience, awareness, knowledge and truth. It was this mind and 16 weeks which gave birth to “Eye That Follows Me: The Stone City Stalkers”.

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Introduction: Bar-B-que & Girls

Similar to the bats who are suffering from urbanization and deforestation in the Brazilian Amazon; so too are the poverty-stricken and displaced humans of Stone City, Oklahoma.

This population of residents (now and henceforth referred to as PSD's), who formerly resided in abandoned buildings, weather-beaten shelter's, and crumbling bridges along the Stone City Canal, no longer had anywhere to go. Nor, did they have a viable solution to their dilemma. That is until they discovered that there were at least two ways to repay society for its perceived mistreatment and earn some much-needed cash in the process.

Eye That Follows Me explores the terrorizing experiences of Kaleen McKenzie during the Summer of 2017. Kaleen was a single young woman who had recently relocated to Stone City for a new job opportunity.

Kaleen had suffered great familial losses and celebrated a streak of failed relationships. Although she excelled in her career as a Registered Nurse, nothing else seem to add up or land in her favor. She developed a knack for relocating following each loss, and 2017 would be no different. Upon recovering from bodily injury, Kaleen sold her things, packed her bags and headed South. She sincerely hoped a travel assignment would be the beginning of an exciting and new life journey.

Within a month of residing and working within the culturally diverse town of Stone City, Kaleen quickly realized that not only was she perceived as a threat to the former inhabitants of the Canal area, but she had also become their prey.

Keep your finger on the trigger and grow eyes in the back of your head because the Stone City Stalkers would rather have you gone or dead!

“If you want good Bar-b-que, go to Kansas City; if you want young girls, go to Stone City, OK!”

Said Any Truck Driver, U.S.A.
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Excerpt from Chapter 9: Trail of Tears…

Two days later…

“And again, Thank God It’s Friday”! Kaleen proclaimed as she walked into Louie’s Grill and Bar in Yukon, that evening. Jodi and Denise were already seated in a back corner of the bar. It was their first outing since Kaleen moved into the Lyon’s guesthouse and they were all eager to catch up on their “Girl Talk”.

“It has been a long stressful week and I feel like I’ve worked Tre’ jobs Mon, covering for Jackie! Kaleen said with a Jamaican accent.

She longed for some relaxing, yet candid conversations with her traveling companions. Not that she didn’t appreciate her friendship with Jackie and Edmond. But Jackie was a permanent employee and thus Kaleen felt she had to filter her conversations so as not to become too familiar with the “Client”, so to speak.

“You’re looking pretty good these days, Miss ADON”! Jodi exclaimed.

“Yes, she does! Living out on the ranch seems to agree with you Girl”! Denise chimed.

“Why thank you both very much. I’ll have whatever they are drinking”! Kaleen said to the waitress, as she sat down and joined her travel buddies. Both Denise and Jodi were already on the second drink (as was the usual order of things).

“Damn! It’s 11:00 already? My how time flies when you are having a blast”! Denise shouted with a drunken slur.

“Hell, I feel like we just got started and I for one am not ready to go back to the hotel yet”! Jodi exclaimed.

“Well from the looks of it, neither of you are fit to make that 45-minute drive back to your hotel either. So, why don’t you just spend the night with me in the guesthouse? I’m sure Jackie wouldn’t mind and plus they are still in Indianapolis. The guesthouse has a sofa bed and my bed is a king; so, whoever is the least drunk can sleep with me. Kaleen stated, realizing they were the last patrons remaining in the bar. Let’s get out of here before they put us out”!

As the three women exited the building and headed toward the parking lot, a black car with dark tinted windows abruptly pulled out in front of them. A black van pulled up behind them. Several disguised men jumped out of the car and grabbed the ladies while injecting them in the neck. By the time the men got them all inside the van and bound their arms and legs, the women were unconscious.

The van quickly drove off the lot and headed for the highway. It was being driven by none other than David, the ticket scalper, and his wingman, Blake was riding shotgun. The homeless man (with a shirt on this time) and Jasper Hays-Goodman, both armed, accompanied the women in the back of the van.

After several hours on the road, Kaleen began to awaken. Her hands were bound tight behind her back and her legs were bound at the ankles. She noticed the van was still moving at a high speed and it appeared the back windows had been painted black, impeding any chance of an exterior view.

Within minutes of awakening, Kaleen regained full vision and the ability to focus in on the faces of her assailants. She instantly recognized them, and tears began streaming down her cheeks. “Where are you taking us”? She screamed, before being abruptly slapped in the face by Jasper.

Afterwards, both men looked over at Jodie and Denise to see if the scream woke them up; then they turned to Kaleen, but neither of the men responded to her.

Kaleen realized her suspicions were dead on the money. She was being followed. She was their prey. And now, they also had Jodi and Denise.

“But how did they find me? They must have followed Jodi and Denise. That’s it! They probably figured eventually the two of them would lead them to me. I should have listened to Kalvin and jetted out of this God forsaken place without ever looking back!” Kaleen thought.

Kaleen’s tears increased and formed a steady stream, evolving into a rapid river running down her face and then pooled in her lap.

When the doors opened, Kaleen could not believe her eyes, when she saw…

“B…! She screamed, just as Jasper hit her in the back of the head. Kaleen fell into the homeless man’s awaiting arms. Jodi and Denise could no longer hide their fear and began to plead with their captors.

“Please don’t hurt us”! Jodi screamed as she and Denise were pulled from the van and dragged into the basement of an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. While Kaleen was placed in the back seat of a car driven by the man she recognized before being knocked out.

Kaleen regained consciousness just as the car pulled into a motel parking lot. The man got out of the car and reached a hand into the back seat to assist Kaleen. Though still a bit foggy, she grabbed his hand and clearly saw the face of her first love. Brian Shackleford.

“Brian? I don’t understand. What’s going on? Have you been following me”? Kaleen asked, looking down at her other hand perplexed. Kaleen touched the back of her head to discover the origin of the blood on her hand. Just as she was about to scream, Brian kissed her deeply. Kaleen bit his tongue. He slapped her and quickly pushed her into the motel room. Upon entering the room, Brian commanded Kaleen to take off her clothes and get into the bed.

“Are you kidding me? You went through all this trouble just to have sex with me? Kaleen remarked.

“Of course not, don’t flatter yourself Bitch! This is about business. Now do what the fuck I told you to do and don’t ask me anymore questions. You will speak when told to speak from this point forward. Understood!” Brian commanded.

Kaleen took off her clothes and lay in the bed, naked, on her back.

“Turn over on your stomach”. Brian instructed.

Kaleen did as she was told, and Brian proceeded to tie her arms to the bed. He covered her eyes with a dark scarf tide tight around her head and another over her mouth. Kaleen began to cry with fear as she felt Brian open her legs and tied them separately to the sides of the bedrail. She heard the door open, followed by the voices of at least two additional men. Kaleen could not make out what they were whispering as someone had turned on the radio and now Blues music filled the room. Just as the radio announcer called out the station identification “You are listening to MRBM, Memphis R&B Music”; Kaleen felt the pressure and pain of a penis being inserted into her rectum. Her attempts to scream failed.

“Eye That Follows Me: The Stone City Stalkers”, inspired by actual events is dedicated to all the victims and survivors of Human Trafficking; children and adults, male and female, sexual and labor slavery, from every race, country, and walk of life.

No one human has the right to enslave another for financial gain, beyond what is customarily, “contractually”, and mutually agreeable by all parties. Ensuring that all parties have achieved an understanding, overstanding, and innerstanding of the agreement set forth.

I use the word contractually with hesitancy as most of societal agreements are written and intended to be a “CON” for a specified period. Thus, we are ALL bound under some form of unwilful contract within the systems of government, law, land, and sea. However, I digress and must save this issue for another time…

As in my first published work, this book is written to give voice to the victim, to shine light on yet another growing ill in our world, and to elevate awareness by educating to prevent this inhumane act of victimization.

#WakeUp! #StayWoke! #Elevate!

Until Next Time

Balance, Wholeness, Love & Vibrations!