Slab City Sanctuary

04/28/2022

After being robbed for everything I owned at Slab City I traveled back to Hawaii where I bought land in Hawaii and recreated my Sanctuary. It's good getting away from all the low-life tweakers at the Slabs.

11/04/2019

After being acquitted in a jury trial I went to the sheriff's office to pick up my Damascus bowie Knife (exhibit A). While waiting, I ran into an officer who monitors child molesters. He told me that Slab City is full of them. When they get run out of neighborhoods they move to Slab City. The place is full of pedophiles.

10/29/2019

The Sanctuary has moved to Hawaii and taken up residence in Puna where I'll be preparing for the next Greatest Depression. I have bought the land and am creating a paradise.

03/05/2018

While living 3 yrs at the Sanctuary I experienced the Slabs at ground level. I can only describe it as a nonfictional cross between Lord of the Flies and Breaking Bad. Slabbers not only burn their garbage, but also commit robbery, r**e, and murder. At any given moment there is at least one serial killer at the Slabs.
Morals and integrity do not exist. Tthese are the firewalls that keep the demons out. Maybe Slab City sits on a vortex where demons can enter.

01/29/2018

The primary danger in Slab City is the availability of m**h. Labs are all over, everywhere. When I would wake up at 4am, I could hear the lab across the street running a generator, as well as other generators... They use generators to run hot plates, as a flame would cause an explosion of ether fumes. Ether, highly flammable, is the primary solvent in making m**h. One night the wind shifted and brought the unmistakable smell of ether from the lab to the northwest, out towards the foothills. There is so much m**h in Slab City, so much competition, that a $20 bag is only $5.
When a cop came to investigate the robbery attempt I told him about the labs and all they would have to do is drive around at 4am, and listen for the generators, to locate the labs.
Of course, the cops are dirty and participated in the destruction of the Sanctuary.
Slab City is a cross between Lord of the Flies and Breaking Bad. Rapes, murders, disappearances are all too common.

09/06/2017

I'd like to thank everyone for their interest in the sanctuary, but the Sanctuary is no more. It was my Utopian dream. No garbage, no addictions, no racists, where the ignorant are never allowed which means no Slabbers.
Slab City is the end-of-the-road for many. After to 2008 banking collapse the inner-city tramps found their way to Slab City in cars, buses, Rvs, and freight trains. Everyone saw Sean Penn's 'Into the Wild' and wanted to live where the police don't harass them. All were addicted to to***co, alcohol, and m**h.
Slab City became a Lord-of-the-Fly and Breaking Bad combo. Almost everyone thinks that anarchy is a free for all, with no rules, no morals, no Golden Rule. More like a gang mentality. The place was trashed. Toxic subsatnces were burned, neighbors robbed, r**ed and some murdered. There were many disappearances.
M**h became the real underlying problem. There are so many m**h labs that a $20 bag is only $5. Lots of competition. At four in the morning you can hear several generators running in the dessert, all to run hot plates to cook m**h. If they used a flame the solvents would explode. One night, when out walking, the wild shifted and the air was full of ether, the primary solvent for the manufacture of drugs.
After a gang tried to rob the Sanctuary in February 2016 I told the police that there was a lab across the street and all they had to do is drive around at four in the morning and listen for generators to find the m**h labs. Nothing was done to bust the labs. Two months later a neighbor had me arrested so they could rob and destroy the Sanctuary. I was acquitted but had lost everything I owned accept for Reks and the clothes on my back. After an eight day trial the jury was only out for two hours, just enough time to read the instructions and take a vote.
Even though my accuser was caught lying several times, and her own video evidence contradicted her, she was never charged with false arrest, filing a false report, theft, etc. So much for justice.
I was released after trial wearing only a shirt, pants and sandals. That first cold night I used a garbage bag for a sleeping bag and slept of a wooden picnic table on top of several layers of cardboard. The next day I bailed Reks out of his little stall at animal control.
During the last day of trial I received a letter saying that they were going to 'dispose' of him. Had I not been acquitted he would have been killed. Five weeks in a small cement cell had made him extremely aggressive.
We had to wait in El Centro for Reks' “service dog' id to arrive. The day it arrived we walked to Greyhound and got on the first bus to San Diego to begin the long process of bringing Reks to Hawaii. I didn't know where else to get. An old friend invited me to stay at her place while I got it together.
Five months on the streets of San Diego. Sleeping on the beaches, eating at soup kitchens, I saved every penny I could from my meager social security. All this time soliciting donations from my gofundme page. Friends stepped forward and helped make the move possible. It helped restore my faith in humanity.
Not only has friends helped but one special friend, who I'd never met in person, made the far largest contribution. The night before our flight Kate Anderson picked me up, brought me a new set of clothes, booked me into the Motel Six near the airport, and picked my up in the wee hours of the morning to make sure I'd get on the flight. She's a soccer-mom who has three boys to chauffeur around all day. Talk about having a Fairy Godmother watch over me. She was even more beautiful than her pictures! And, it's actually for her that I am writing this, to let her know that she has made such an impact on my life that I'll never forget her. Hopefully I can pay her back, if not in this life, in the next. If she needs a kidney...

02/19/2017

In April 2016 a neighbor, Cornelius Vango, had me arrested for misdemeanor terrorist threatening. Two misdemeanors with a $15,000 bail. The corrupt cops were in on it. When arrested they took me back to my RV and 'secured' my high power .22 caliber pellet rifles. The pellet guns were their cut. Within minutes after my arrest the accuser posted on facebook that my place was vacant and unguarded. Scavengers arrived promptly. As a result I lost everything I had accomplished, three computers and solid state hard drives with unpublished manuscripts, photos of loved ones I will never see again, two all-terrain vehicles, an entire ship where I could build/repair anything.
Both Rex and I went to jail for five weeks. Him in a very small cement cubicle, me in a more spacious cell... Misdemeanors must be tried w/i 30 of arraignment so I demanded a speedy trial. Since Cornelius had been represented by the Public Defender for firing a shotgun at a person trying to recover a stolen car battery from her... I could ask for a private lawyer.... This previous PD representation gave me the right to claim a 'conflict of interest.' A lawyer appointed to represent me. Luckily for me this was a great lawyer, Raj Singh.
The trial lasted eight half days. The jury was out for two hours with a not guilty verdict. Cornelius had recorded our incident with her iphone so my lawyer subpoenaed it as evidence. She had claimed that my 16 month old German Shepard was off-leash and I was using him as a weapon. Bringing up the contrast of the video a leash was in use. Enhancing the sound Cornelius could be heard saying “Are you threatening me?” and my responding “No, I am not threatening you.” There was no case.
The jury couldn't believe their eyes, and ears, that a criminal charge would be based upon such a witness's testimony. The free-box clothing, her severed leg and prosthetic made her look like an old pirate. All she lacked was a parrot crapping on her shoulder. She had lost her leg while hopping a train at the age of 13. Her life was hard-knocks.
But it doesn't end there. While I was in jail Cornelius got all her facebook friends to give negative, damning, testimony/feedback and trashed my Slab City Sanctuary page. My golden five-star rating became a 2.5, with reviewers claiming that I was a criminal and an awful person. Accusing me of criminal acts from terrorist to s*x offender.
I had been on good terms with Cornelius and gave them greens and filled propane tanks in the past but it deteriorated when they not only expected these services but violated my rule of “call first.” I cut them off. Our relationship deteriorated steadily thereafter.
Two weeks previous to the alleged threatening incident I had been walking my dog, on a leash, when he was attacked by Cornelius' dog, Buddy, a 110 pound Shepard, a year older than Rex, who was 15 months old at the time. Cornelius and Caveman, her submissive, 20' away, just stood and watched, doing nothing to stop the attack.
Rex was exactly half Buddy's weight and age, destined to lose, maybe killed, but he je**ed his head out of his collar. He was so fast I could hardly see his moves. He ran Buddy away. The main different between the two dogs is that Rex never gets beaten, or hit. Buddy had been held down and punched in the head so many times he had no ability to fight. Rex and Spot, my Mexican Street-dog, play/fought all the time, so Rex defended himself well.
I had been bitten in the dog fight so filed a formal complaint with animal control.
I never expected a false arrest to be used as a weapon.
Compared the squalor of Slab City the Sanctuary was Beverly Hills. 1400 watts of solar, chest freezers, wifi, an organic garden, all-terrain vehicles. It was a prize just waiting to be stolen.
So, for those of you who know me, and want to help in my recovery, please get into my Slab City Sanctuary page and give honest feedback, thwarting the campaign to discredit the Sanctuary and myself.

10/08/2016

An interesting tale:

https://www.reddit.com/r/solotravel/comments/3ve70i/i_was_hunted_at_slab_city/

I was hunted in Slab City A tiny history lesson on Slab City for those that have no idea what it is. I first became aware of it in the Sean Penn...

08/16/2016

I want to thank everyone for their support, kindness and love. I am just recovering from the trauma of losing my home. It took three years of work and every penny I had to create a blissful home and healing center. Unfortunately it was at Slab City, the home of criminals, drug addicts and serial killers. I thought that I could bring up the vibrations of such a horrid place. Slab City used to be so cool but I was a decade too late. Slab City is now the home of some of the worse low-lifes on the planet. Now that I am gone its business as usual and there is no one to stop the burning of garbage or the proliferation of m**h labs.

07/16/2016

It's sad what has become of Slab City. Sean Penn's movie, Into the Wild, showed hippies and retirees enjoying life... When the bottom fell out of the banking industry in 2008 a migration of drug addicted urban homeless arrived. Little, if none, education. Scavengers, thieves and those w/o a clue slowed up, turning Slab City into a disaster. Garbage everywhere. Desperation was the new religion. The Sanctuary was the only place in Slab City w/o a pile of rubbish or cigarette butts covering the ground. I was the only one in Slab City who had a working bathtub and actually took baths every day, with the water draining into the only garden in Slab City. A Sanctuary as beautiful as this did not belong in Slab City so the low-lifes destroyed it after having me arrested for a bogus charge.

04/06/2016

Medical cancer treatments are bogus. There are numerous cancer cures, chaparral being one, that are ignored by oncologists who get kick-backs for poisoning patients. Celebrate life by finding alternatives.

http://www.dailyalternative.co.uk/chemotherapy-helps-cancer-tumours-grow-say-researchers/

Chemotherapy isn’t only useless against cancer—it even encourages the tumour to grow, researchers have discovered.

04/02/2016

Try to find an oncologist who will tell you about alternatives to chemo or radiation.... They'd rather poison you. There are many cancer cures all over the planet and the Sanctuary is surrounded by one of the best, chaparral. It's free. Unlike an oncologist, I am not into it for the money.