I'll start with the back story of my name. My first name is Rebecca, named after my father's grandmother who survived the persecution of the Jewish people in the Holocaust. Rebecca survived with her daughter 2 daughters which one Martha was my father's mother. Rebecca and her children settled in New York from Poland through Elis Island. Apolonia is the name of my mother's grandmother who migrated from Puerto Rico to Hoboken New Jersey, with her 3 children through Elis Island. Apolonia's father of her children was already married with a first family- making Apolonia and her children (one was my mothers father), his second secret family. The father of my grandfather lead Apolonia on with promised marriage that never came. Apolonia came to America with her children when she could no longer wait for what she wanted from her beloved. Both women worked full-time to support they young children and build a future for them. The two pictures of children here are my eldest daughter Zena Tru and my youngest son Loky Reign. These are the last pictures I have of them from calls from last year, that are "most recent". I have been withheld from life liberty and the pursuit of happiness with both my children and have lost contact with them both due to the law enforcement encouraging brutalities against me rather than to protect my safety and keep them peace in my collection of both my children. I have been redirected to continue unending appearances in administrative courts known as juvenile law and family law to resolve this violation to our lives. However when I have appeared/complied and participated; law enforcement has harmed me and redirected me to social workers from the same department administration; whom have told me for 1,050 days that they have no intention of making one attempt of returning, my only precious children. SS workers have alleged in every conversation "returning children to their parent is not their job and not my right so long as I am alive. The more I reviewed documents the more I felt trapped by no democratic aid or protection against this coercive harm done to my family. I spent 2022-2024 hiring/firing attorneys and being forced to have attorneys from the opposition's department appointed against my will and my children's. When I followed rules of procedure in filings and petitions and documenting evidence in video, audio recording and doing a list of mandated tasks for hopes of my children's return- I was further coerced away from my daughter and son. Given acess and contact as punishment and reward. How is contact punishment? By having only a hostage call that is terminated when my children or I spoke of our feelings, experiences and desires to be back together. If I attempted to give my children a phone as means to reach me freely- it was confiscated. I invested over 100,000 dollars doing as I was told by the department. Including renting a 3 bedroom apartment, fuel to accommodate all the travel to mandated testing, behavioral health classes, administrative courts and visiting centers monitored 1x a week 2hour max from 2022-2023. When I studied law and challenged jurisdictions and declared neglect and malice action of the workers of the department visits were terminated and obstructed by direct instructions of the department. I attempted to ask in open court why this treatment is rewarded and protected in direct interfering and control of our independence as human beings. Instead of getting an answer the police silenced me and tormented me with further violence and humiliation to go away. Out of 15 BAR attorney's not 1 could provide me with 1. basis of jurisdiction the first day to thousands later 2. Contract of commercial agreement of my consent 3. Juris prudence. I found that over 100 departmental employees were involved either directly and in the continual coverup and justification. When I petitioned to latter courts the lack of civil/criminal/charges nor victum/preptrator acts prevented the actual appeal in higher courts. I had to make fighting for the independance and freedom of my children a full-time job - bleeding savings and accounts to dedicate to filings and writings and more. To no avail I continue to be extorted from time and money for appearing in admin courts. I sent copies to all representatives costing thousands. Bottom line I am sick and tired and refuse to be drained and gutted when RICO crimes are just ignored and my children never seeing their mother again is a game of public service. I have been a massage therapist since 2014, I went to a trade school while I was pregnant with my daughter. Which is why I have such an expertise in prenatal massage. Having the unspeakable and under stable tragedy of being withheld from my children has left me with little desire to heal others- as I once believed was my calling. I have helped animals (cats and dogs) , children (infants-through you adults), adults, athletes, disabled/chronically ill persons, elderly individuals and the homeless. I have massaged in concerts back stage, charities and in massage schools teaching massage to students. I extended my expertise by also educating myself in esthetician studies at a local beauty school. When I was pregnant with my son I studied fire science and safety in California. Before my children were born I was a Bikram Yoga practicer and competitor. In high school I was on the swim team and water polo team. In my child years I fostered animals that were overrun in the shelters until they had adoptive owners. In High school and college I did ceramics and have had my art pieces selected to be in museums in Palm Springs. Throughout my life I have been a life drawing model posing for artist like "Rose" Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic. Growing up my family were obsessed and influenced in the Directors Guild and Writers Guild of Los Angles- working on movies like Zorro, Lethal Weapon 2, and Warner Brothers is variety of areas of production such as accounting and driving for Sony and Netflix. I was raised by my mother and father until the age of 3 when the administration got involved with custodial issues due to my parents separation. My mother won custody of me, and took me from my father almost completely. My mother raise me to clean and house keep the house while she worked. After investing everything I possibly had energy and money into attempting terms to return my children I was left with next to nothing. I had my dog Cersie who I adopted when my daughter was two and my dog Nori who I adopted with my partner Cary during a trip to Pennsylvania. My partner Cary and I met after 3months of me leaving my sons father in 2021. Our aspirations to get married on Halloween were put off first for my ilness and second from the absence of the rest of my heart-my Zena and Loky. Celebrations became foreign as I couldn't celebrate with my children. Cary grew up as a Jehovah Witness during a difficult time, however this eased the pain of holidays and religious practices I valued with my children. When Cary met me I was a complete woman, and when I lost everything Cary remained to nurse me in my grief and morning my children that impacted every literal fiber of my being. I rarely got out of bed and felt my heart breaking and my body weak. With dissapointments after another without a single win or progression with my babies I lost all will to life and just existed. Cary and I left the 3 bedroom apartment that was harassing us and threatening us with forced eviction for having my service dog and new puppy. My father who was kept from my life as a child came to my/our aid to procure a home that could not be taken. He bought me my motorhome that has been a fore seen dream of mine since my children were with me. My father was happy that he could provide me with shelter security. After spending years not corporately employed because of my health and spirit and inability to land a job, but still massaging here and there- there was no way to qualify for another pit hole of an rented unit. We visited and looked at so many rv's I lost count, but finally we found a class a that is big enough for my children... Simba ( my family RV) is a home by all the utilities and amenities. Cary and I needed reliable income to make a living, however we needed a job that we could stay together. Cary worried day and night about my morning and the effects on my physical and mental wellbeing. So when we moved into the motorhome, we began recycling. A noble labor of making a living from nothing. At first we began recycling in the general public and multiple cities a day: gas stations, parks, parking lots and apartment complexes. It took close to a year to expand into neighborhoods. Figuring out specifically when and where collection was being scheduled on the street sides. Even with some people being combative, rude and downright scary it is safer for us to be in neighborhoods and more cost efficient with gas and more opportunities to find discarded recycling. With both of us laboring from 5:30am-5:30pm together we have made a living. together and get to have the peace (generally) of being outside in the fresh air and the safety of having our home and our dogs with us. In my free-time I work on Simba and educate myself in welding. I have slowly acquired materials and tools over a year. When researching motorhomes online and in books I have created a deep interest and desire to build a tiny home from a utility trailer up. I already have my home, however with the fear I will never see my children again unless they run away, age out , or are old enough that their captors will not be paid to house them- they will find me. My aspiration is to build them both their own home they can hitch onto a truck. I intend on this "Labor of Love" to be a project that will take years and last a lifetime. I continue to massage and recycle to save-then spend on what I need to practice my skills and start. I felt compelled to share on my website more about me as I have been public on @zbtru on tick-tock, Facebook, twitter about my journey to have my children returned. I am human being and have a diverse history from my forefathers and mothers to my life and labors, losses and dreams. I am livid with the conditions of tragedy I have had to endure; however I do not bring this in my areas of labors and work. If you ask I am as open as a book, true and honest in all my doings and efforts. I prefer to avoid sentimental discussions or comments prior to massage labors as I don't desire to bring anything but my best into my labors. I am a delicate fucking flower- but I thrive in sunlight or shadow. Until we meet, Namaste.