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Beware of Wolves in Sheep's Clothing
Written by: Tara Lea Seabolt Fox, Consultant/EIT
My name is Tara Lea Seabolt Fox. I was kidnapped in infancy from a foreign country, which I believe to be England. I was placed back with my family for a short period of time. In London, England, my name was copyrighted in 1976 when a record label was created for me named Fearless Records. I was kidnapped again and dumped in Amsterdam with a childhood friend where we were forced to be peepshow toddlers.
Sort of rescued again in Amsterdam and given foster parents who I believe had recently experienced the loss of an infant. I believe the foster parents were killed just before I was kidnapped again.
I believe I was taken to Germany with some military men, where my name was changed to Tara Lea Seabolt. People always called me Tara before, but Lea and Seabolt were new.
I was then placed in a shipping crate and shipped to the United States (New York). A male child was shipped next to me and we became friends on the journey. However, he did not like what we were given to eat and refused to eat anymore. He passed away sometime during the journey. It was very cold.
We ported in New York and were discovered. However, the medical examiner refused to allow me to see the body of the male child because he said he was too badly decomposed. Instead, the medical examiner gave me a lock of his hair. I had hoped I would be able to test for his DNA one day and let his family know what happened to him. He had medium thick, dark, loosely curly hair. Perhaps from India.
I was nick-named "The Golden Child" in New York because my hair has a copper hue in sunlight. Perhaps it looks gold to some people. I was kidnapped again from the state hospital where I was being treated for exposure. I believe then the kidnappers took a flight somewhere and the plane made an emergency landing. The CIA termed me "D.B. Cooper." But it is D.B. Copper. And I am not Dead (D.B. = Dead Body).
I was recommended for foster home after foster home-all of which were deemed unsuitable. Then, I applied for emancipation yearly until I graduated high school. A high school I was forced to attend so I could "learn" social skills. With children of satanists. It was a catholic school, but the kids were nothing like christian. Every time I found a job (hoping I would get approved for emancipation), childhood "friends" would show up and make sure I was fired, evicted, or just gone.
In August 1992, I started as a freshman at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My major was Architecture. I had planned to be a graphic artist with an Architecture degree. I was accepted the first year; however, I missed the math and science and changed majors to Civil Engineering. I later realized the reason it took me eight years to graduate was because I was being drugged/sedated/injected with insulin and assaulted, raped, whatever-ed every chance the predators had. I graduated with a BS-Civil Engineering (undeclared math minor) in May 2000.
Two marriages; two children born of me; two divorces (one of which was annulled); and a lot of stolen reproductive eggs later, I am remembering the past-traumas and all. Apparently, the CIA decided to let an ex-CIA agent (Michael Aquino/James Henry Fox) become the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
I first met James Henry Fox in England where I was kidnapped. I met him again in the United States (presumably in Reston, Virginia) when I was placed in a temporary apartment awaiting transfer to a safe location. James Henry Fox broke and entered my apartment, said he was with the Central Intelligence Agency, and asked me if my parents were home. I told him they were not home at the moment. He then said I did not deserve to have an apartment paid for by the United States Government and that he needed the apartment for a "whore."
I did not believe him, ran to the door, and went to the CIA office. I asked the receptionist if the man that followed me to the office worked for the CIA. The receptionist turned to Jim, said "Jim, did you tell her that?" No response from Jim. But, the CIA obviously knew who he was.
The predators are highly trained. They have military training or are military/ex-military. They have moles in all kinds of professions (paramedics, medical, genetics, education, entertainment, law enforcement, day cares, truck driving, etc...). They are the human trafficking industry. They are the drug cartels. They are the mafia.
Fake informants (Tara Lee Rodas and others). Dirty law enforcement officers (James Henry Fox; Robert Michael Hodes, Jr.; Michael Rice; Robin Rogers; Monte William Thrash; Greg Stephens (PG); Stephen Wilson (PG); Darryl Atkins/Adkins; Alvera Ann Holland McMillan; David McMillan; Matthew Benham; and others...).
Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing. Check height, profile, frontal, eye color, everything you can check.