Identity change must be one of the least discussed subjects online. There are so many people taking on new identities every day. However, most keep it a secret.

Why do people change their Identity?

Debt: Debt destroys lives every day. It turns honest citizens into working slaves and makes their life hell. We all make mistakes and we should have the chance to learn from them.

Stalking victim and family violence: There are just too many women suffering from abusive husbands and stalkers, who are never able to escape. Getting a new identity is in many cases the only way to escape all the suffering, pain and hardship that they experience every day.

Law Enforcement: Some people don’t trust law enforcement agencies and believe that our legal system is corrupt and don’t see any other way out of their situation than changing their identity.

Is it ethical to get a new Identity? Yes, I believe it’s 100% ethical. It is the right of every citizen according to the constitution of the United States to change their identity. We all have the right to a livable life. If debt, an abusive husband, stalker or even some corrupt law enforcement agent  is making your life a living nightmare, you have to take action otherwise you life will never change. My life used to be like hell. I had so much debt, it would have been virtually impossible to ever pay it back.

I read a lot of books on identity change, however, most just described illegal methods, such as “ghosting” where you take on the identity of a dead person. Most of the techniques probably worked 20 or 30 years ago, but nowadays they will just get you put behind bars.

I came across the “Change Identity Bible” written by Peter Bergmann. It took me 4 weeks to read and act on the information, after which I was able to secure employment, rent a house and buy a car without spilling out my real information.

It was some work to live legally and anonymously. However, it paid off in the end. To learn more about how to start over again, just visit ‘changeidbible.com’.

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This policy has generated a lot of trouble to several families and to me personally. I had got to a stage where I had exaggerated in the demand for loans.

This can happen to anyone, as it did to me, maybe you bought an asset when the family income was two salaries, here starts the “two-income trap“, what is it? Well I would budget on the thought that we would have constantly two salaries in the family, and therefore we ran debts for two salaries.

As soon as I lost my Job, those installments became unbearable and we were no longer able to meet our monthly commitments that we had previously agreed to, in good times, when economic conditions were more prosperous.

The question was how were we supposed to settle our debts? Should we have waited for the bailiff?  We did not. When you realize you have become insolvent on many fronts, it is good to try to contact your creditors to reconcile a different repayment plan, many are even dusting off the old bills and are more than happy to accept restructuring, instead of been caught with bad debt. Financial institutions, so as not to waste time in lengthy legalities, often agree to these forms of payments.

Well it is easy for me to speak now after we had taken the drastic decision to get a new Identity and move to another state. We had to fake our social security numbers, had bought fake passports and were constantly hiding from the law. It was a nightmare.
Now thinking back another solution was to bring together the previously accumulated debts into a single debt, usually with lower interest rates. Later I found out of the existence of this so called “debt consolidation”.

We have been lying low with our new identities for over three years, waiting for any record to die out. We found out these procedures often take time and they can start quiet late. Had we chosen instead an immediate bankruptcy, we could have been halfway through our clearance.

After a lot of research I found out that if debts are just too high and all your property is insufficient to repay the debt, you can declare bankruptcy. In this way each debt will be blocked and practice will be sent to court, where there will be a renegotiation with creditors. The time frame for recovering from  insolvency would have been less.

After many years of remorse with our new identity, I believe it is always good to consider the family as a company and calculate carefully what comes in and what goes out, in order not to have an unexpected credit noose around your neck.

You can change your identity to escape from creditors, ex-lover or business partners, as long you find a legal way to do it.

In creating and maintaining new identity, the most difficult part is to stand up to the background check. By copying someone’s identity who already exists, an advantage can be taken by you of the fact that with them, there defiantly will be some sort of past, and those they are not wise enough to realize exactly what is going away.You may not be in a condition to easily sort-out the external circumstances of home and family life, parenthood, business, and social activity, but you have an inkling that something needs to change within your soul — but what it is and how to change you do not know.
Some easy steps toward identity change are:

1. Move far away from friends, colleagues, lover and employers. Never tell anyone what your new name is or where you are currently located. Erase or delete all contacts to reduce the probability that someone who knows your previous identity will accidentally expose your new identity.

2. Be ready to start over from beginning. You will have no credit history or employment history. You will not have a job or professional links, and no record of any academic degree or special training program. Anyone who inspects your job or credit history is likely to be suspicious about you when they find nothing else to uncover your old identity.

3. Keep a medium or low level profile. A number of governments, semi governments and authorized private agencies keep records of your identity change, and your previous identity could be made publicly visible if you’re arrested, sued or highlighted in the attention of the print or digital media.

4. Try to introduce yourself with your new name so you don’t make the mistake of using your previous name. Similarly, practice the lies you must tell about your family, professional history and places you’ve lived, visited or born.

5. Use anonymous documentation. When you are hiding you previous identity don’t make use of your credit card, driving license, identity card etc as it may disclose you proper identity so try to make use of someone else documents and generate your own papers with new identity as soon as possible.

It sounds too good to be true, but really, it is not. What started off as a move made out of desperation that turned out to be the best move of my life! Before I go into more detail on how I did it, how I broke free from the chains of debt to live a happy life as somebody new, I first must tell you about who I used to be.

My name is Robert Wise; no my name was Robert Wise. I go by Charles Palmers now and I have to tell you that Charles Palmers has a much better life than Robert Wise ever did. I had big ambitions growing up; I wanted success, a flashy car, money in the bank, a hot girlfriend, and a house with a pool. I did good in school, as a matter of fact, I was in the top 10% of my class and I was going to go onto college and get a degree in Business Administration and then set foot on the path of my career, which I envisioned as illustrious and lucrative and that I would be in a position of respect, running a company or even owning my own company!

Little did I know that I was not the only student with that very same dream; being in the top 10% earned me a small scholarship but it only paid for a fraction of the tuition and there was books and living expenses to take. I was taking a double major, economics and business administration so I had double the work, which meant that I did not work while at school. My parents sent me enough money to live frugally on and with each cup of soup that I ate; I vowed to only have the best things when I ran my own company. I racked up student loan debts and figured that when I graduated that I would be hired immediately and could pay off the debts.

I had never been more wrong in my life. I graduated college with a double major in Business Administration and Economics and I knew, just knew that I would have so many job offers that I would have to pick and choose what job I took. I received a very shocking wake-up call to reality the first month after graduating. Instead of being flooded with job offers, I had no job offers. There were simply too many people going after the same jobs.

My parents were able to help me out a little bit, but it was not enough and so I applied for as many credit cards as I could. I tucked them away and tried to not use them but it became impossible, and so slowly but surely, my cards were getting maxed out. I ended up with appendicitis and that hospital stay added well over $30,000 to my debt. Before my credit cards got maxed out, my car died and I bought a new one while my credit was still decent, but I struggled still and when it came down to paying rent or my car payment, I chose to pay the rent.

Finally though, I got a call for a second interview at a company who needed a ‘document’ specialist; the company was an international company and well known and I was thrilled!  I celebrated when they made me an offer and then I was crushed when I discovered that I was going to be working in the mail room and in their document management room, meaning I would be scanning in all incoming mail and all generated paperwork for minimum wage.

It was a starting point, but after two years, I was at the same place. By then, I had managed to only gather more debt. I had taken out a personal loan, with a high interest rate, and then could not make those payments either. After five years I had $160,000 in student loan debt, over $16,000 in credit card debt, $40, 000 in hospital bills ( interest had added $10,000), and the personal loan debt of $15,000 and since I had been evicted, I owed the property management firm $6,000 and another $3,500 in various utilities and miscellaneous bills.

I was drowning in debt and working 60 hours a week hunched over a scanner, scanning in baskets and baskets of paperwork. I was renting a room and my degree, along with most of my stuff was in a box in my parent’s garage. I rarely answered my phone because nine times out of ten it was a debt collector. My car was repossessed and I was taking the bus to work, but since I was just another drone, nobody noticed.

I had nothing to my name except a pile of debt; my furniture and most of my stuff was in my parent’s garage and basement. I started to wonder about what would happen if I had no debt to my name but was that possible. What if I had a new name though? A new name with no debt, was it possible? At a used bookstore I found a book about off the grid living, it was written by a man who had escaped his own debts by selling his possessions, obtaining a new identity and them moving out of the country.

According to the book, it takes very little capital to start over in a country like Cambodia, and business savvy Americans can make themselves a very nice life there. I was able to discover an email address for the author and I sent out an email, telling him how much I had learned from his book. Weeks passed and I was becoming more and more depressed; I felt hopeless.

One day I checked my email and there was a reply, with a phone number. I had to get a long distance calling card, but I called the author and spoke to him and he agreed to help me with the only part that was holding me back, getting a new identity. I sent a photo via email and within a month, I received a slim package in the mail, a whole new identity.

I sold off my furniture, my childhood collectibles, and whatever jewelry that I had and had a nice small bankroll to go from.  I told my parents that I was being transferred overseas and they assumed that my company was transferring me, and I let them think that.

I used my new ID to get a plane ticket to Cambodia and then with all that I owned in two fat suitcases, I was off to my new life. I landed in a new country as a new person and for the first time since before I graduated from school I was looking forward to the future.

I found cheap lodging and quickly was hired by a local business to work as a supervisor in their manufacturing plant. Within a year, I had moved up to having my own office and a salary that allowed me to have my own house, a pool, a car, and respect. I had a future and I had hope. My phone did not ring with creditors calling and I no longer had to count pennies to pay bills and eat. I went to bed with a smile and I woke up with it still in place.

I had to lose myself in order to reinvent myself but that is exactly what I did.

When you change your identity, you must have prior information about place; job, location and name that you are going to adopt and be sure that you don’t let yourself in any other type of criminal record because doing any thing illegal or wrong with new identity leads you in the ocean of troubles.

If possible always provide law enforcement and government officials with your true name and real identification documents. As you already have criminal background so it is not knowledgeable to confuse police or government officials. Always use formal dress and maintain sincere look so that no one even thinks that you have criminal background from gang life.

Here are some of points that fulfill you wish of escaping from gang life with new identity and helps you live a happy and peaceful life.

1. Have a job: Try to have decent job as soon as possible once you got your new identity. It not only provides you better living but also hides your background slowly.

2. Avoid friends and any type of drugs: Don’t contact with your old friends and try to make new and never use alcohol or any type of drugs that force you to show your past through your tongue.

3. Change your look and hair color: As some time you can recognize by your health, look or style so try to change your old look and hair color and hair style as well.

4. Have patient and be polite: Don’t forget that you are not a criminal or gang member now so deal with others in proper manner. Never be aggressive, which may highlight your presence in new identity.

5. Prepare documents: Try to have new driving license, passport and all other important documents that prove you new identity as old identity.

6. Avoid crowded places: As you can meet incidentally without knowing one in market or park so it is better to avoid crowd until you adopt new look completely.

Don’t make use of money that you got as a reward for any criminal task, and if you have any mark, symbol or tattoo on your body that make you look different then remove it and if not possible then try to hide it.

You must have a complete set of answers related to your previous history, birth place, parents, schooling etc in new identity any type of hesitation may lead you in trouble so be prepared  mentally in advance.

On 7 January 2013 02:38, benedicto.****@gmail.com

Hello guys,

I am Benedicto I came to the USA 5 years ago. When I left Mexico I wanted to escape poverty and find good life.

When I was a young boy and people were speaking about the Estados Unidos de América, it was like people were speaking about paradise. A place so Amazing and beautiful everybody wanted to go there. Some friend told me, in USA there are no poor people. Other amigo told me that people in USA are very nice and have good heart. I saw Beverly Hills 90210 and Baywatch on TV. I thought wow this country is so Amazing. Beautiful chicas everywhere. Beach, palm trees, I fell in love with that country without ever having been there.

I tried to get Visa for US, but I could not. Not easy for Mexicans to go to the USA. The uncle of my sister’s boyfriend knew some people who could help me to get across the border without any documents. They told me you don’t have to pay, just do some work for us when you stay in US and you will be ok. We will take care of you.

I thought going to the land of my dreams is worth doing a little of work for those people. Crossoing the border at night was very scary. Swimming in the cold river was very difficult. But I made it alive across the border. Once I arrived, I was taken to the people in Los Angeles I had work for.

It was late night I was in the backseat of that old noisy smelly car. We were in some LA suburb. When I looked at the street, I was in shock. It looked dirty like Mexico, the houses looked run down. It did not look like Baywatch or 90210. After a couple of hours I realized that land of my dreams actually does not exist.

Little work for friends turned out to be selling drugs and joining a Sureño gang (18th Street Gang). It was a real nightmare. I thought I would be doing some legal work, but selling drugs was something I never thought of.

After a couple of days I realized that my life back in Mexico was a lot better than my “new” life in LA. I spoke with some guys and told them I want to go back to Mexico and stay with my family. Everybody was laughing.

I have been now selling drugs on the streets of LA for four years. I collected protection money from shops. I have beaten up people because they did not pay back some money. My boss told me, if I do good work I can one day be boss same him.

I not believe him. I just want to escape gang life change my identity and go back to Mexico.  Leaving a gang is almost impossible without identity change. I had to “take care” of some people before who tried to escape. I am happy I found your website about identity change. A new identity is the only way out for me to escape that life of crime, violence and drugs. I just want to have family, do a normal job and not be scared to die every day because somebody could shoot me.

No I am not one of those man-hating feminist, in fact I still have many male friends that I sometimes share an intimate moment or too. Many of them try their best to treat me with respect and with tender loving care. I probably love men more today, than I have in my younger years of high school and college. Well getting back to my story as to why I occasionally have some fears and anxiety is due to some abusive relationships with men that seem to take joy in being sadistic. I too enjoy a little pain every now and than, if you know what I mean but not to the extent of where I am being held against my will.

It all started one faithful afternoon, when me and my husband were outside. Well I suppose, I should start with what happened earlier that Friday we were out shopping at Tiffany’s and I was picking out some new jewelry. Every once in a while he likes to splurge on me after I give him a special delivery at his work office, under his desk. He worked as a lawyer in a high profile firm, but the stories I could tell you there would make you wonder if it was more of a brothel, than anything. Anyways we always liked to do things out in public, you know like in the changing rooms and at various high class clubs. What can I say, I guess I got bored of doing the same things over and over again; it really created a flame in our relationship.

Ever since his work load at the office was increasing, he started to increase his drinking habits. To a point where he was drunk every weekend, I would not mind if he was a happy drunk but unfortunately he inherited the genes of an angry one. Probably stemming from the Indian tribe he was a part of the Apaches, I think they were pretty wild back then. All I know is he is pretty wild in bed but when he is drunk, he get’s a little too friendly with his hands. Occasionally slapping me a little too hard or pulling on my hair a bit too much. Outside of the bed is when things got worse, he would throw punches because he was upset, not at me but at work. But sometimes I would get in the crossfire of the punches and almost went to the hospital one time.

I guess you could say that I kind of felt bad for him and understood his pains. I just did not know what to do or who to go to. So one day I just picked up everything and left. That is when things got real crazy and he started to go to all of the places that I usually hang out at, saying that he was sorry etc. I told him one day I had enough and to never contact me again. Well he got so mad that he almost destroyed a music box. Needless to say, I thought it would stop but he kept looking for me and getting more aggressive with his methods, like hiring investigators and hiring friends. So I decided to change my identity and have been on the run ever since, running from someone chasing after a dream. As I try to stay calm and poke fun at the situation.

He was a thug as was I when the deal went bad. My partner in the gang ended up shooting and killing the kid. It was not as if that was unusual but, this time I was asked to get rid of the body. I was the one left with blood on my hands. I have a feeling the gang was ready to get rid of me too.

That is when I changed my identity and I  became Jerome Martin. Sitting there dead, he looked somewhat lonely as if he were alone in life. I disposed of his body and kept his wallet. That is when I got out of Compton far, far away. I noticed the picture on his driver’s license looked a lot like me. I wanted to escape gang life; I stole his identity. What else could I do? Sometimes I feel bad about it but I am not sorry about it.

Jerome turned out to have been in the foster care system and had no living relatives. His father shot his mother in cold blood and then he killed himself in front of his little boy, Jerome. Jerome was lucky it was not him his father shot but no wonder the kid was so messed up. He had no ties to any family members and he had done it himself a favor trading drugs he was a dealer and he was not in debt.

I spent a week learning all I could about my new identity from public records, to calling in as him. Jerome’s social security number and information where in that lifesaving wallet of his.; I even applied for a credit card in his name.  When it was approved, I realized I could escape my gang past. For I had seen one too many terrible things.

Homeless on the streets of Santa Monica hiding from my Compton gang members I took his Jerome’s credit card and alright credit and got myself a small apartment, I then enrolled in school I was always bright in middle school but had dropped out before reaching high school. I took all the remedial classes at the community college. I then got a part time job and was always careful to wear clothes that covered my gang tattoos. I did not want to be recognized for who I was.

After a year of having changed my identity successfully I had become a dishwasher in a local restaurant was on financial aid and attending school. When I got that loan to have the tattoos removed. I knew it would financially hurt me but it could potentially save my life.

The day the tattoos were finally invisible was the day I officially became Jerome. I graduated community college with a B+ average and I went to North-ridge law school.

Today I am married. I have a beautiful wife and two kids. She does not know me as my former gangs self. I am Jerome Martin a successful lawyer with two young boys and no debt. I managed to survive. I have not been caught for what I have done. I hope it never gets out but for some reason I feel horrible about being Jerome. Everyday my new self reminds me of a boy I had to dispose of and then become.

It is crazy what life does to a person. It is insane that I am who I am today, but it is a lesson that you can get away from gang life even if I did it in a super illegal way, I may have disposed of a life but I carried on a legacy. For, Jerome Martin saved my life. For that I am forever thankful for I would have been left for dead if I had not gotten away with what I had done. I was in trouble with the gang and I had a feeling they were ready to off me after I got rid of Jerome.

I saved my life and made a life for Jerome. I am not sorry for what I did. I did not kill Jerome. I only became him. I am happy one of us got to live a full life, when it seemed like neither of us were headed for good.

In a way Jerome survived too, his spirit lives on inside of me as I have become Jerome Martin.

I still remember when we first met in the Mexican restaurant down town. This was after a blind date 3 months back. Steve struck me as someone with wit and a terrific sense of humor. And those traits do it for me more than physical features. I have never been a sucker for muscles or abs resembling sculpted stone. I have always been drawn to the human mind, like a moth to a flame and funny people. I believed that was where I would find my happiness. That was my own version of love.

My first time with Steve was wonderful. I was marooned off the coast of happiness and did not want to be found. Steve had me laughing all night from a bouquet of enthralling experiences. I had to beg him to stop when I almost choked on my food during one of his hilarious moments. I knew I was getting ahead of myself. But at that moment, I made up my mind to have a serious relationship with him if he asked me.

Steve was always the gentleman and never once asked me for sex. He was the perfect example of the medieval Sir Lancelot, always seeing me to my doorstep and kissing my hand and bidding bye-bye before galloping into the darkness.

We went out a couple of times and eventually I invited him back to my apartment and we had sex. It was during a protracted pillow-talk that I asked to move in with him. I did not see the enthusiasm I was looking for. However, I put it down to a man just wanting his space and assumed he would soon get over his reservations.

I moved in with Steve. His apartment was nothing like mine. But I did not care. I was in love with the man and not the condition of his apartment. Things were ok for a couple of years and then mysteriously the abuse started. Up to this point, I cannot really say what caused it. Steve just started shouting at me all of a sudden and drinking more than normal. In my ignorance or probably my mushy-love state, I put it down to work pressure. He had lost quite a sum trading forex and commodities and I felt he was just acting up.

I was dead wrong. The insults and thinly-veiled threats of how I had ruined his life came in thick and fast. He started to insult me and tell me how fat I had become. He compared me with the attractive women on TV and jeered at the fact that I was not disciplined enough to look after myself since I latched on to him.

I tried to cry myself out of the misery and hope he would come around. Unfortunately, things actually worsened, his online business slipped into a state of comatose and he started smoking marijuana. His emotional abuse soon turned physical, when he came home doped one night and wanted to have sex with me on the balcony. I refused and he beat me up, leaving me with 2 black eyes and a banged-up lip.

Up to this point, Steve had abused me for 4 years out the 5 that we have been together. This was the first time that he has laid hands on me. He left me battered and bruised on the floor and still had the gall to watch TV. He did not even utter a syllable about the incident the next day.

That was when I decided I had lost the man I had once loved. The scales had been peeled from my eyes. If a man raises his hands to beat you once, he will do it again.

And the next time it might be fatal. I made up my mind to leave him, without reasoning with him or threatening to dump him. I was only going to invite more trouble for myself, if I told him that.

I am silently plotting my escape out of his life. I need to get out pronto before he kills me. I might have been a fool for love.

But I know enough not to assume that things from this point could turn out differently.

We met Timothy L. Lacey, 25 years old, born and raced in Detroit at local Starbucks.

CI:
Hi Timothy great to see you. How are you doing?

Timothy:
I am ok.

CI:
What happened that made you decide to sell drugs?

Timothy:
Like most guys in my neighborhood I just could not afford to go to university and working for $7 an hour is just not my thing. I joined the gang life when I was 15. I started selling drugs with 16. I am pretty good now. I know how to avoid cops and make sure I not get arrested.
(Smiling) Some pretty cute girls just cannot afford to buy meth and s**t like that so they pay me with sexual favors. I am loving it.

CI:
Do you take drugs by yourself?

Timothy:
Normally I don’t. Drugs just f**k up your brain.

CI:
Do enjoy being part of a gang?

Timothy:
Well it’s good and bad. Somehow I like it, at the same time I just want to escape. As long as you play by the rules you will be save from your own gang. The only things really making my life danger are rival gangs. People are killed all the time. Joining a gang is easy, escaping a gang and starting over is virtually impossible.

CI:
What would happen if would leave your gang life behind you?

Timothy:
They would hunt me down and kill me. I just know too much. It’s pretty fu**ed up. The only way how I could escape is changing my identity and starting over somewhere far away in some exotic country. Like Brazil or Thailand.

CI:
So you want to start over?

Timothy:
Yes I want to get a new identity and start over. I am just so sick of seeing young people die every day.

CI:
How much money you make selling drugs?

Timothy:
Normally I make around $20 to 30K a month. I try to save some money, but it’s not easy.

CI:
Did you ever kill somebody?

Timothy:
Almost, I shot at a guy into his left foot. He tried to sell drugs in my neighborhood. Such a stupid mother**** .

CI:
Are you scared of prison?

Timothy:
Yes I am. Prison sucks. I have been incarcerated before. It’s a nightmare. I could never go back there. That’s why I want to stop what I am doing. I too scared to lose my freedom. I know if they arrest me, I would go behind bars for at least 20 years. It would destroy my life. I really need to get a new identity and start over. I have the feeling time is running out. Sometime I have nightmares where I dream of being arrested. I see my last chance in changing my identity and moving to a place far away.

CI:
Thank you for your interview.

6 months after this interview took place we received a post card (yes they still exist) from Cambodia. Let’s hope he will not start selling drugs in Cambodia as well. There he could face the death penalty. However, he seems to do well with his new identity in that foreign exotic land.