Martin F. Abernathy
Schlund Affidavit -- Part 1
Mon May 5 14:10:32 2003
216.19.126.132

The following is my affidavit before the courts including the United States
Supreme Court. The courts are bought and paid for for the most part and I had no
chance of them ever hearing my case and my case was to prove this to those
watching like the FBI.


Charles August Schlund, III
XXXX N. XXth Drive
Glendale, AZ 85XXX
(602) XXX-XXXX
Plaintiff in Pro Per

Randy D. Lang
XXXXX North XX Drive, Suite XXX
Phoenix, Arizona 85XXX
(602) XXX-XXXX
Plaintiff in Pro Per



IN THE UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS

IN AND FOR THE 9TH CIRCUIT


9th Cir. App. Case No.00-15126
CHARLES AUGUST SCHLUND, III
an individual, et al,

Case No: CIV98-1875PHX ROS, reassigned to RCB

DECLARATION OF CHARLES A. SCHLUND, III
Plaintiffs/Appellants

IN SUPPORT OF
HIS NOTICE AND MOTION FOR ORDER TO AUGMENT RECORD.


vs.

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, STATE OF ARIZONA,
County of Maricopa , et al.,
Defendants/Appellees.


I, Charles Schlund, III, declare: The facts herein are of my own personal
knowledge and belief, and if called to testify concerning such matters, I could
and would do so competently. As to those facts pled on information and belief,
I believe such matters to be true on such information and believe, as follows:
Charles August Schlund, III ("Appellant"), pursuant to his reservation of
rights, as set forth in the Motion for Reconsideration and Supplementals
therewith, dated Sept. 14, 1999 (Excerpt No. F), which are incorporated herein
by this reference for further clarification on the issues of fact as set forth
herein.

OVERVIEW:

First of all, I have never pled in my Complaint any assertions whatsoever about
mental telepathy, despite the United States District Court tries to erroneously
compare my case with others strictly involving mental telepathy (i.e. Doran).
Because of this erroneous understanding by the Court of the nature and context
of my allegations in my Complaint, I believe it necessary to set forth the
following to clarify the facts to assist the Honorable 9th Circuit Court of
Appeals, who will now review this matter as follows.

I would like to inform the Court of the facts involved in this case. These
facts are quite unbelievable, but this has nothing to do with their truthfulness
or accuracy. We believe we will be well prepared to prove our case to a jury
when this case comes to trial. I would like to use what U.S. Supreme Court
Justice Felix Frankfurter's reply to a eyewitness's description of Auschwitz in
1943. We believe this is a good example of how good men refuse to believe the
truth when the acts of their fellow men are so hideous and outrageous.
"I know that you believe what you are telling me is the truth but I cannot
believe it." -- U.S. Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter's reply to a
eyewitness's description of Auschwitz in 1943.

I'm going to try to explain how the DEA has framed me as a drug dealer to cover
up their covert operations against the American people and me. This is a very
long story and I'm mostly disabled from the torture and control modes that the
DEA is currently using against me with the electronic implants that the DEA
injected into both sides of my neck in about 1993.

My health is failing slowly from the continual torture by the DEA. The DEA is
systematically murdering me in the most satanic ways possible with technology,
including but not limited to electronic implants. These were injected into both
sides of my neck. The injection of these implants was and is a covert operation
by the DEA to cover up their criminal actions by removing me as a witness
against the DEA and others. The injection of these devices into my neck is and
always was an attempt by the DEA to deprive me of my Civil Rights, Human Rights,
Constitutional Rights and God given Rights. These implants were designed by the
CIA to remove political witnesses and other threats against the CIA's and the
DEA's organized crime network and to also protect those under their protection.

You must understand that I'm very physically and somewhat mentally disabled from
my torture by the DEA. My mind is gradually being burned out using the "weapons
systems" that are integrated in these implants, according to the Bolles Papers
read by me. I am slowly dying as the DEA tortures me in the most hideous ways
possible. Pain and suffering are invisible to the eye with the use of these
devices. These are the most technologically advanced torture and mind control
systems ever designed by mankind, this system is and has been used widely by the
DEA for over 25 years, which has resulted in the deaths of thousands of American
citizens under the protection of the courts and the laws of the United States.

NOTE: Some of the names in this letter are from memory and may be misspelled
and I reserve the right to modify my statement to reflect corrected dates,
spelling and/or other information that may need correcting when the torture is
stopped by the DEA and/or others. This in no way is intended to reflect that any
of my statements are untrue or incorrect. I firmly believe my statements are
correct, to the best of my knowledge and beliefs, and I do believe I have the
necessary information, evidence and witnesses to prove my case before a jury
after we are allowed to proceed with discovery.

SEQUENCE AND FACTUAL HISTORY:

On or about 1968, I was discharged from the Marine Corps on 11 February 1968,
just after my return from Vietnam. When I returned to Arizona, an old friend
from school looked me up. We had been buddies in grade school and high school.
His name was Yova Klusar, and he resided in an old house near 8th Street and
Osborn in Phoenix, Arizona. We started to associate together again as we had in
school. I would often drop by his house after work to party. There were always
drugs and girls at his house and there was usually a party going on. During my
visits to his house I would meet many people--friends, some were CIA, Dirty
Dozen, and Hells Angels, and others. As I was introduced to the many people, it
became very obvious to me what was happening even though I was very naive at
that time.

I would be over at Yova's house when drug shipments would be delivered. Phillip
Jordan delivered these drug shipments at times; he was a State agent or police
officer. When he would deliver these shipments of drugs, Yova and Phillip would
go into Yova's bedroom and conduct business. I was never present during the
transfer of monies but I was present during the unloading of these drug
shipments. I would also meet many other local people and others from around
the country at Yova's house. Drug buyers would come into town from around the
country to pick up the drugs which Phillip Jordan had delivered, and shipments
of pot would be sold for $66.00 a brick. A brick weighed from 1.5 lb. to 2.5 lb.
and sometimes varied. As I watched these transactions, I was offered the
opportunity to also purchase some of this pot for the same price but I did not
have to buy a minimum of 100 pounds as the others. The local police under
Phillip Jordan and others, protected these drug shipments and were involved with
the CIA.

Pot was not the only drug sold. All kinds of drugs were sold and shipped from
Phoenix to around the country. There was also a large number of murders being
performed by these same people to protect these drug shipments as well as to
cover up their organized crime network. This was all done under the cover of
the law and all of these shipments were protected by police and others.

Yova was taking his initiation into the Dirty Dozen at that time and he had made
it perfectly clear to me that Phillip Jordan wanted me also to join the Dirty
Dozen and help in their drug operations and murders. Yova had told me in 1961 or
1962 that his dad was CIA, but at that time I did not believe him or really know
what the CIA was. I had also met many others who were involved in these drug
operations such as Wayne Woods and Garry Abbott. At that time I was naive but
everyone I knew was doing drugs. The drugs and murders didn't bother me. I had
just come from a war where they murdered people all the time, and even these
deaths (as long as I wasn't involved) seemed normal to me. As time went on I
would meet other people who were not involved in this drug cartel. These
individuals were more the peace and love type people and I liked them better
than being around these murderers and organized crime figures. By now I knew
the top drug dealer as well as the drug users. Hippies would be the correct
word for these people.

We're now moving up to about 1970. I would still see Yova and the others, but
they were becoming too evil and doing a lot of murders to protect superiors who
were in positions of power in the State and Federal government. The size of the
drug shipments had increased. Phillip Jordan and his men monitored me most of
the time to make sure I didn't say anything to anyone and to collect what
information they could to discredit me. I would be asked repeatedly to join the
Dirty Dozen but I always refused due to all the murders they were committing and
because of their setting up people in order to imprison them so they could be
removed as witnesses and/or competition to their drug cartel.

We're now moving up to about 1973. I would not see Yova much anymore and I was
not in contact with many people that were in the drug cartel. I was trying to
keep it that way. There was still drugs around me all of the time and I smoked
and sold pot and so did most everyone I knew but we were not involved in the
drug cartel.

We're now moving up to about 1976. Most of my friends had changed by this time
and I had very little contact with any of the members of the drug cartel so
Phillip Jordan's men had backed off because I was no longer such a threat to
their drug operations. I had been selling some pot but none of this pot was
coming from any of their drug operations. I did know many people that were
involved in drugs but few of these were in organized crime--such as the Dirty
Dozen, and only a few of these people were protected where they could not be
arrested for drugs or other crimes.

The only person I knew during this time period that made drugs was Carl Altz.
He wanted to become a major drug trafficker and was a true criminal at heart and
also evil. He was only in it for money and power and would never even try the
drugs he made. He would always use others to experiment on and try his drugs.
My steady girlfriend at this time was Kathy Griffith or Kathy Meyer (she used
both names at that time), whom I later married.

We're now moving up to 1977. My friends were people such as Richard Remember,
Evelyn Thomson, Mel Ford, and Jim Andrews (who I would go fishing with) and
many others. I would see Gary Abbott, and once in a while I would see Yova or
one of the others at a party or a wedding, and at other places--like a bar. I
would also see Wayne Woods sometimes and he was still setting up people to be
arrested to protect their drug operations plus give the appearance that the
police were really doing their job busting drug dealers. Wayne was still
killing people to protect their drug operations and political corruption.

(NOTE: The DEA increased the electronic torture against me after I typed this
part of the letter.)

Mel Ford and his wife, Evelyn Thomson, and Richard Remender along with others
were now looking for information on the massive corruption in Arizona due to the
assassination of Don Bolles, who was a reporter for the Arizona Republic and
Phoenix Gazette newspapers, as well as other information they had. Richard
Remender was defending Cornwall in his conviction for perjury before the Grand
Jury in Arizona. Cornwall's wife was working for Richard Remender in his office
to help pay the legal expenses. Richard was sharing an office with John P.
Moore and Novak. I was working as an Electrical Contractor and Jim Andrews would
sometimes work for me. I'm not sure if Kathy Griffith was divorced yet or if
she was still using her married name of Kathy Meyer. Kathy was working as a
go-go dancer.

A thief who had just gotten out of prison broke into a safe in a hotel on
Central Avenue, which he believed contained a large sum of money because it was
so well guarded. I do not remember his name anymore and I only met him a few
times. I believe his first name was John, but I am no longer certain of that.
This safe was a walk-in safe (from what he told me) and was very large. When he
realized there was no money in the safe but it contained only a large amount of
paperwork, films, tapes, photos, maps and other such things, he then believed
these papers must be worth a large amount of money because they were so well
guarded. From what he told me, he then loaded up as much of these
aforementioned items into the full size pick-up truck that he was driving could
carry. He filled the entire bed of the truck with these papers and the
passenger side of the front seat and then drove off with papers blowing out of
the truck and headed home to see what these papers were. Once he was home he
started to read through these papers and files and realized that many of these
files were government documents of the most sensitive type. In the small amount
of the papers he read were CIA documents of the running of the Aryan Brotherhood
and other racist organizations. While he was reading these files he was
watching TV, and Evelyn Thomson was on the news. He then thought it would be
safe to call her to see if he could sell the files to her, because she was Black
and the CIA documents were racist in nature.

After calling Evelyn and agreeing to let her see the papers, he then took these
papers over to Evelyn's house. Evelyn lived in a two-story house built by
Ponderosa Homes in Ponderosa Homes South. Evelyn and Mel's house was located in
the area of 40th street and Southern. Their home had a double car garage where
he unloaded the files and papers for Evelyn to read. Evelyn told him she would
try to get him some money for the files; he wanted $10,000 or $12,000 for the
files. As Evelyn and Mel started to read the files they realized that they had
the files on the framing of Cornwall for perjury, whom Richard was now defending
in his appeal and the assassination of Don Bolles--including the orders to have
him killed.




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