Insurance agent, estate planner, Long Term Care specialist, Critical Care, annuities, disabilities, broker-dealer, realtor, reverse mortgage. An expert on all, who specializes in the elderly. Hobbies include helping his elderly clients on weekends.
Wilbert G. Swieso, CLU, ChFC was my life insurance agent. We met at Principal Insurance, when I was hired in 1982. I never doubted I was hired due to this person recognizing my last name verifying that I was related to the family who owned our property. A 25-yr veteran with the company who knew the rules and regulations yet went against all policy by hiring me. Going as far as to fire his experienced secretary to replace her with me. No exp. Whatsoever. I remember meeting Swieso he came in and made his interest in my family's property very clear. It was Home Office in Des Moines, who was not at all happy about me being hired. For 1 year, they demanded an explanation; it made no sense.
My mother died in 1983; I quit working at Principal in 1985, never realizing that Mr. Swieso and his wife were lurking in the shadows. Keeping tabs on me while introducing themselves to my friends, recruiting and slowly severing ties. Knowing that down the road I would become Trustee, big plans were in the making. Whether stopping by or hiring me on a part-time basis here and there, Swieso kept himself apprised of all.
As my dad's health began to decline I became his caregiver. I was also caregiver to my handicapped uncle. My father died in 1994. Rather than sell the property, I rented it in hopes of keeping things together for family. That resulted in ongoing hell and nightmares money needed for medical necessities was being spent on repairs. Swieso watched, waiting by the sidelines. Never did I imagine that he was behind this or even knew these people. Nor did I know how talented he was in home repairs that began, once he saw that I was bled dry. That made him appear as a hero. He has quite an entourage on hand, at any given moment. Storage units are filled with wood, sinks, flooring, windows, tools, doors, etc. There was nothing he could not take care of from financial to repairs. It was easy to become dependent on him one needs not look any further for whatever the need. And in my case, I would not have been able to if I tried.instead of seeing what was right in front of me, my world was becoming distorted. Actually it was falling apart, due to chemicals being given to me without my knowledge.in my demented state of mind, I viewed Swieso as some sort of human God. The old bastard eventually had me in bed. Being filmed with hidden cameras.
Just as I thanked Swieso for all he had done, I thanked his helpers. Such as the air conditioning specialist who insisted I needed 2 new central air units @ $5,000. They were switched behind my back. How nice that Swieso and his son, a licensed plumber, were on hand for the onslaught of City sewer floods through my garage apartment. Same on the properties next door, along with gas-line vandalism. Wasn't I blessed when, after my caregiving duties were over, he hired me to work for him. The first thing he did was take me to his attorney who worked next door. After witnessing my siblings, Swieso said I needed to do this in order to protect myself, or I could end up homeless. These gentlemen claimed to be helping me in my new position as Trustee. A new Trust was created, naming Swieso, Successor Trustee.
Something had been happening to me I was a mess. Then once I began dating Jeffry C. Winslow in Jan. 2000 (see Mono Hot Springs), things were taken to a place deeper than any hell imaginable. I had become a psychotic, sick nightmare. Totally out of my mind, my behavior, appearance and health had gone to hell. As Swieso exploited me to every person he possibly could he wanted it known I was crazy. I was, as long as Winslow kept giving me pills he claimed were herbs. This was how Swieso intended on stepping into his Successor Trustee role by having me deemed crazy. Wanting more recognition for being such a wonderful friend he enrolled me in a Long Term Care policy. More fraud he stated I worked for someone else. Out of town! (Intending on later being refunded.)
I was oblivious to what had been going on in my home, right under my nose. My entire house, from one end to the other, had been stripped down the sewer floods had served to empty the garage apt. Allowing for built-in cabinets, appliances, even toilet to be switched. While at work, people were in my house. Doors/moldings, carpet, faucets, light fixtures, entire safe with contents, rain gutters, awnings, switched. Carpets, antennas on roof, down to the doorknobs were switched. Jewelry, furniture, etc. Garages next door filled with heirlooms to be divided among family were stripped. The lawns were no longer level or soft surrounding cement cracked. Cracks throughout my house, all seams caulked. Both cars destroyed verified VIN altering on one. I saw nothing.
Always so sick, it was the last dr. Appt. That ultimately saved my life. I did not return to the lab as soon as I had in the past. During these times, the herbs were switched back, so they would not show up in the lab work. With each passing day, I began feeling better. My return to the planet was unreal. The first thing to go was Winslow, however, the confusion was overwhelming as I asked Swieso what had happened. Why were his brokers looking and talking to me like that. How did the office become such a pigsty? I couldn't even walk through my own house due to the piles of crap thrown everywhere I hadn't cleaned in ages. What happened?!? Why was I so hated by everyone? Attempts to explain or apologize for my filthy mouth were not wanted or allowed. Nothing I said was believed. It was 6 wks later when I realized I was being poisoned I had been going through withdrawals. Still sounding like I was crazy I announced that Winslow was poisoning me, going to kill me, and take the property. With no proof of anything, I could not have sounded crazier. Not knowing the first thing to do, and with no help whatsoever, I set out to find proof.
Against all odds, I uncovered legal documents that were verified by an expert as being forged. Was that why I never met ex-wife # 2? One of the last things Winslow told me was that the time had finally come for me to meet her, in another world. Where is she. Why is he forging her name. No one was interested in anything I uncovered. Their hate for me made Winslow's fraud acceptable? In search for more, I backdated. Recognizing an attorney's name on the legal documents of wife # 2's siblings looked interesting. This attorney prepared the first fraudulent documents for these properties back in 1992. Had I not taken them to another attorney in my obsession that everything be handled 100% legally, this may have been over then. Wondering if this attorney would do the same to this family, I kept digging. It appears to be more forgery. Altering the deceased's legal documents and preparing fraudulent Trusts is what this is about. An elder abuse, real estate theft, insurance fraud ring, with sewer vandalism at the core!
Mold. It was taking over one of the buildings being rented out. A new roof did not solve the problem. There was no solution, while behind my back, Swieso had intercepted my property insurance agent who was sending MY business to HIM! Including the cancellation notice. My agent refused to acknowledge or help me I was informed that no other company would provide coverage. Everywhere I turned, another door was slammed in my face.in total panic, and flashes of the very first tenant (who had ripped out the bushes, plumbing and sprinkler vandalism, basement crawl space where the sewer and gas lines, etc. Were) boasting about suing her former landlord for mold, it was clear that unless I sold immediately, I would lose everything. Selling was the LAST thing that Swieso ever anticipated I would do. I had worked so hard to keep these buildings. I started a small home business, went back to school at night in hopes of working at home, sold my stocks, maxed out my credit cards, mortgaged my home and worked harder than anyone could possibly know in trying to keep the buildings for family to later divide or continue renting out. But with no insurance, the fight was over. Leaving Swieso with good reason to panic. He was about to be caught.
The tenant was the buyer. There was no reason for a holdup, yet escrow dragged on. I continued my pleas for help, while also trying to accept the fact it was over. After an entire year, I demanded an explanation. That is when I learned the truth about the documents that Swieso and his attorney conspired in preparing for my signature. They were total fraud. The property was in an Irrevocable Trust! Swieso ran to another attorney to have a letter written, stating that he never knew about this never knew he had been named, Successor Trustee. There are witnesses who know that is not true. The attorney refused to help he said he could not remember anything. Not even the reason we met! The next realtor was no different than the first my family and I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Escrow closed August. Everything my family worked lifetimes for was taken and/or destroyed.
After all was said and done, I saw aerial views of the properties. The first thing I did was grab my shovel and within 1 minute, found proof of the sewer floods being a result of vandalism rather than negligence by the City. My sewer vent was switched. Trying to find photographs as proof was not to be pictures had been scanned and altered, making it appear that nothing had ever been touched. I found negatives those cannot be altered. These aerial views show the lawns having been excavated, which explains the cracks in the cement and damages to the properties, as well as why the lawn and dirt lines and levels are different. Swieso's stash of rolled-up turf is what this crap must be. It is clear that preparations on these properties began years prior to any mention of selling. With Swieso behind all of it. The ongoing problems with tenants were all linked to sewer and gas-line vandalism. On record with the City it would appear that they were all faulty, even though that is not true. With a restaurant in the planning stages for these properties, I believe a fire or explosion was going to take place, which would have allowed for an insurance claim to rebuild.
My life and home have been destroyed. Damages continue to snowball due to my inability to replace or repair any of these things. The risk analyst and property insurance adjuster saw to that. Bookkeeping I was advised on was more fraud. With most of it missing, I now risk jail for that. Without being allowed to pursue damages in excess of $1 million dollars, I risk being left homeless. Recently robbed again, 2 days after having locks re-keyed, with all neighbors continuing to say they heard or saw nothing. (The turnover in neighbors appears to be the same pattern where other fraud was carried out. Many familiar names.) Home business severed; all friendships destroyed. I am kept monitored, ongoing theft, hated, unemployed, and living in fear of my life. It is not over. This group does not leave evidence behind. Nor is their new acquisition working out for them as planned. As I said in the beginning they did not intend on paying for these buildings. Without Prop 13 keeping the taxes down, they skyrocketed. Added to the loan and mortgage payments now owed, the income being generated hardly makes a dent. It is an ongoing loss. Selling would result in an immediate $1 million gain that my family and I were cheated out of, however, due to what has been done to the properties, that would not be wise. Prevented from getting help, I remain living on death row, awaiting my execution.
No help from the Dept. Of Insurance, Dept. Of Real Estate, APS, or any of the other agencies we are encouraged to report these things to. Reporting this to Principal Ins. Resulted in not my job. As an employee and as a client of Principal Ins., my welfare was/is of no concern to them. Concerns of Swieso being a danger to clients were just as insignificant. He will continue helping his elderly clients on weekends. He will refer them to this same attorney for their estate planning needs as well as to the Home Health personnel who are also involved in this. His favorite seems to be the one who was caught abusing and trying to take the finances over of one couple.
To this day, I do not know what my so-called crime was, but I know it cannot be legitimate. I have never done anything in my life to deserve a portion of what has been done to me.By turning everyone against me, a lynch mob was formed who serve to protect the wrong people. A person who does not know their crime, cannot defend their self. Knowing that I take responsibility for my actions explains why he could not afford for me to know what my crime was. And with people preferring dirt, they are not about to let me be innocent - they are not interested in anything but trash. Because of what THEY are not what I am. They serve to keep me pinned down, as the raping continues. There is no way out of this for me. Swieso and his partner have created the Perfect Plan. They will never be caught again they are too good at what they do. And light-years ahead of everyone.
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