My Third Novel's Conclusion, My Heartbreak

My heart begins to break when I think about completing this particular book -- because this narrative has sustained me like no other story I've known. It's both more personal and more universal than my other works. But beyond memory and archetype, it's a cri-de-coeur about needing to become the person one is destined to be. And in the writing, I have met my own life's work, my own fated journey -- having the sense all the while that the pages are suffused with a resonance, an energy, an electrified field that defies explanation. Writers hope and pray to be overtaken by a work in this way -- to be conscripted into passionate service of a profound story. To experience it even once in a lifetime seems a great privilege. I still have several months before this novel is complete, and this constitutes my reprieve. Because I'm not ready for the beauty to end.




Friday, February 28, 2025

Travel to SFO, February 27, 2025

OIG Hotline, I returned to my home in Portola Valley, CA last night.

I returned my rental car to Boston Logan Hertz by 2:30 PM, where Evan confirmed that it was undamaged inside and outside in a conversation that was fully documented.

After that, I used the women's restroom at Hertz, where two female employees fled when I politely asked one for her name.

The Hertz bus took me to Terminal C for JetBlue, although I had not yet purchased a ticket for airline travel.

From that location, I discovered that my phone had been hacked to prevent access to airline information and ticket booking capability.

As a result, I called my son and texted my husband, later speaking with both of them over the phone, to ascertain the best airline and flight for my schedule.

I traveled to Terminal B with the assistance of a kind shuttle driver whom I tipped $20.  There, I purchased a ticket from American Airlines on Flight #1850, with one stop in Phoenix, with a departure of approximately 6:00 PM.  I checked two bags.

Later landing in Phoenix, I received what appeared to be threats regarding the second portion of my flight.  As a result, I traveled with the assistance of Airport employee Malick to a Southwest ticket counter, where I purchased a seat on Southwest flight #4049 to SFT, with departure of approximately 10:30 PM.  I tipped Malick $50 for his kind expediting of my travel with his airport cart.

Traveling to Phoenix, I sat between two passengers who watched films or engaged in online games for the majority of the journey.  I commented to the passenger to my right, who sat next to the window, that it was lovely that we were enjoying a perpetual sunset while flying West.  She heartily concurred.  And that was the extent of our dialogue.

At the Southwest gate in Phoenix, at least two Southwest employees were watching me closely.  I do recognize there may have been concern on everyone's part (including my own) that I was separated from my bags at that point.  My luggage contained nothing remarkable, however.

I simply felt that I needed to travel with flexibility given the alleged risks to my safety.

In general, I have found that spontaneous changes increase my personal security given the manner in which the FBI is wrongfully targeting me at this time.

Did I feel that the threats to my personal safety on the second leg of my journey were genuine?

Some of the allegations I had received previously appearing to describe diverted flights and loss of my life as a "hostage" were highly unusual and detailed.

I viewed them as out of the ordinary, without evaluating their likelihood.

When my discomfort reached a certain threshold during travel, I adapted.

Are there potential FBI communications with American Airlines staff pertaining to flight #597 which could be aggregated to reveal the truth of this matter?  I believe there are.

These would have all transpired yesterday, February 27, 2025, after my ticket purchase at Boston Logan Airport after 4:00 PM.

Please note that my own communications at the airports in Boston and Phoenix were limited to texts and phone calls with my son and husband.  I did not inform my husband of my changed flight arrangements in Phoenix until after I had boarded the plane, because I was concerned that my altered itinerary could in some manner be targeted by the FBI or its affiliates to prevent my safe return home.

Traveling from Phoenix to SFO, I sat in a row by myself and spoke to no other passengers.  I slept during this flight.

All of my communications were pleasant and courteous, and there were no disruptions or problems during travel.

On arrival at SBO, I picked up my checked bags from the American Office at baggage claim, (This involved a straightforward provision of my baggage claim tickets, and this process was completely professional and without incident.), texted my husband, and coordinated my pick up at Door 3.  

We drove home at that point, and he brought my luggage into the house, as well as my documents cases, which had remained in his car, locked with cables, during my absence.

I immediately ascertained upon returning home that our front door was unlocked and had been so since last weekend, heightening concern about our security.

My husband appeared not to understand the seriousness of this oversight.

During the trip, I misplaced both my winter gloves and my glasses, though exactly where I am uncertain.  The challenges of facing near-constant threats to my security were distracting to say the least.

Yet, all of my conduct and communications were lawful and honorable during the entire extent of my travel.

I hereby contest the claims of any person who suggests otherwise as knowingly, willfully and categorically false.

Thank you for allowing me to communicate these details to your Office.

Most sincerely,



Lane MacWilliams


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