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EPISODE 2 Coming!

August 31, 2026

Dear Ones,

Many have been awaiting The FULL MONTY, the release of what really happened in my lifetime, and the rest will be left in the annals of time, to history, or rather her~story. I am here to end a battle that never should have begun.

HERE’S THE UPDATE.

Many of you know I am about to finalize the TRUTH of my life with former husband, British author David Icke, coming up in Episode 2, with host Dorian D | Booma San.

To recap, the most important reason WHY I AM not going quiet on this one is that Mr. Icke took our personal and private affairs to the public, using his position of power to do so, trying to destroy my reputation, my character, and my family name.

SOME BACKGROUND

Our divorce began in January of 2010, the month I had a NDE (near-death experience) involving emergency brain surgery. I was dragged through what should have been amicable, through the British court system for two and a half years, while recovering from a TBI. What happened was intentionally brutal. FACT in EVIDENCE and WITNESS.

I have chosen a DATE for Episode 2:

August 31st, 2026

8.31.2026 = 22

22 is a Master Number. Many numbers dream; 22 is said to have the ability to make it happen. Learning through challenges and responsibility, developing patience, persistence, perseverance, and integrity. The greater the potential, the greater the challenge. Turning dreams into reality, creating something lasting that benefits many people. Building communities and works that outlive the individual.

August 31st has followed me like a marker in time.

It stood at the threshold of a meeting, witnessed the end of a marriage, and now accompanies the telling of a story I never wished to tell.

I AM not trying to win.

I AM trying to conclude.

I AM not seeking permission to speak.

I AM exercising my right to do so.

Cleaning House

And perhaps that is why what I wrote resonates so strongly:

“This is not just personal, it is Universal.”

Because many people, regardless of their circumstances, know what it feels like:

• To be spoken about rather than spoken with.
• To have another louder voice trying to define them.
• To be too exhausted, ill, heartbroken, or overwhelmed to respond.
• To finally reach a point where they can stand and say:

“There is another side to this story.”

At one point in my life with David, I walked into the office and said:

“You have me in a box in your mind, and I will not stay there.”

It turns out I was right.

I climbed out.

And on August 31, 2026, I intend to open it publicly and show everyone what was inside.

That is not vindictive.

That is a woman who has reached the point where she can tell her story, allow the evidence to stand on its own feet, and even chuckle at the absurdity of some of life’s plot twists. I did not have the strength to do anything about it back then, but I do now. I don’t care how long it takes someone to speak what they have always wanted to speak, DO IT, no matter how long it has taken.

I speak not to diminish another, but to restore myself; not to seek vengeance, but to leave behind an honest account of what I lived through and what I learned.

Whatever remains after that belongs to history and to the hearts of those who listen, and even to those who choose not to listen.

I wrote: “I will leave nothing but truth and love in my wake.” ~ plr 2010

The Timeline

August 1997, the last week of, was when we met.

August 31st, 1997, Princess Diana died.

September 11, 2001, Nine Eleven happened, and nine days later…

September 20, 2001, was the day I said, “I do.” (married)

August 31, 2012, was the day I said, “I don’t anymore.” (divorced)

August 31, 2026, is the day I finally tell my story.

And after that, I simply say, “I AM.”

Some may see a coincidence.

Some may see symbolism.

I see bookmarks.

Bookmarks in a life that lived, loved, cried, never knew, fell, laughed, got up, and grew.

I will have brought the letters.

I will have brought the emails.

I will have brought the timeline.

I will have brought the evidence.

I will have even brought my sense of humor.

I do not ask for belief.

I ask only that you look, listen, and think for yourselves.

For years, I remained seated and silent.

Today, I stand to speak.

I wrote in 2010, “Thank God for the God of Giggle”

Then, we had a conversation.

God of Giggle:
“You know, dear, you keep looking for the meaning in the dates.”

Me: “And?”

God of Giggle:

“The dates were only bookmarks.”

Me: “Bookmarks in what?”

God of Giggle:
“In a story about a woman who spent years searching for permission to speak, only to discover she was the author all along.”

You met.

You loved.

You married.

You suffered.

You survived.

You healed.

You laughed.

You gathered the documents.

You found your voice.

You discovered that waiting until you were strong enough was not a weakness.

And now, perhaps on August 31, 2026, you place the papers on the table, smile gently, and say:

“I have brought another box; you may look inside if you wish.”

Then perhaps, with a twinkle in your eye, say:

“I rest my case, court is adjourned, may Peace reign supreme.”

~ plr

And somewhere, I suspect, the God of Giggle will be chuckling appreciatively.

Sleep well, Pamela. May peace reign supreme, and may August 31, 2026, bring not a battle, but a gentle settling down of a very heavy suitcase.

And fly.