Dear Julian,

Julian’s Justice Journal is a piece of living history (the other half, being you, the other half of my broken heart), in the form of an online journal that Author, julian-jacob “worrell”: of family Saloom‘s REAL mommy, daily keeps his memory and spiritual presence alive, in spite of his legal, but unlawful because unconstitutional captors who have held him hostage for over three (3) interminable years as of 2015, four (4) first days of school for which, my darling little Julian, your real mommy, Joni Faith Saloom, helped you to prepare by teaching you to write, sound out words, pre-read, create, and use your imagination, and to always say please and thank you and obey your teacher.

Mommy writes this with the hope, faith, and prayer that you, my dearest julian, my only child, my son, being now eight (8) years-old and advancing to third grade (2015), find me through this tribute to you.

Just like the stickers that Mumma used to put on your hand before pre-school every morning to remind you whenever you looked at your hand that Mommy was thinking about you at that moment, also like the wild sunflowers (as you, my little son/flower) I used to pick for you whenever I saw them to bring to you at the end of the day, this journal (and the real ones they didn’t and won’t find to steal or hide by breaking and entering), with love always, no matter what, from your real mommy who loves you unconditionally.

I will always wait for you, my little love, no matter how many first days of school come and go in my absence.

Click on the link below to read the story of your kidnapping whenever you are ready  that you may indeed feel reassured that this could have never been our fault, nor because of anything we did or did not do(and since they probably told you horrible lies about Mommy, like the “make Nancy ‘hate’ Mommy meeting you told me about with uncle, Brian, aunt, Carey Worrell, and “Daddy,” Matt Worrell (Matthew James Worrell/a.k.a. “Matt James Worrell; Worrell, Matt James”) and his family in May 2012, right before they had you kidnapped, you for the last time).  That was the day I died.  They killed me that Mother’s Day holiday, and again.  But I am still here, and so are you, my little darling. 

You start your first day of fourth grade tomorrow on August 22, 2016.  These are the days that will live in infamy, and all the other firsts they have sadistically forced us to miss out on while they dance on my living grave.  I can only hope and pray you have not lost hope, nor memory of the first five years of your life with me.  I am aware of some of the many lies they are telling you.  Know that.  The record shall be set straight, and you shall know the truth in GOOD TIME.  Keep the faith, my “little angel.”  Yes, I said little angel, and that word is not to be distorted, twisted, or deranged to angle for any specious and scurrilous, transparent seventh party hearsay non-consensual, un-disclosed, non-existent false diagnosis. 

Please keep sounding out your words (phonetically–using phonics, like we used to do), my dear, like I taught you, that you may learn the real law for yourself, and primarily God’s law–our natural law as natural Americans, individuals of family Saloom.  You are leagues ahead of them, but I hope you know that, already, while staying lowly wise and humble with the heart of a child.  Please never lose that, above all things, and remember 1 Corinthians in all that you do, even if it takes tying a string around your finger to remember and practice (The Holy Bible)–faith, hope, and love, and kindness and compassion toward all of God’s people and creatures.

It is my hope that this blog can help other mommies, maybe even daddies, families, and children, before it is too late for them to stay together.  Unfortunately, this opportunity was not afforded us in a timely manner.

I miss you so much, my little love.

1 Corinthians 13:13

(The Holy Bible)

1     If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal.

2     If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

3     If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body,a but have not love, I gain nothing.

4     Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

5     It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs.

6     Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth.

7     It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8     Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be restrained; where there is knowledge, it will be dismissed.

9     For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

10   but when the perfect comes, the partial passes away.

11     When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways.

12    Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13     And now these three remain: faith,hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.

verified declaration (June 2012)







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