Weirder Stuff
First Obama's cook, now his physician, hhhmmmm
https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/01/politics/texas-congressman-detained-ronny-jackson/index.html...
interesting that Obama 's personal physician would get detained by police right after it was rumoured that he was involved with the chef incident
https://apnews.com/article/fact-check-obama-chef-drowning-vineyard-452209903189
... This is a bit outdated but pretty extensive
https://www.alipac.us/f9/obama%92s-body-count-crossing-obama-can-deadly-mysterious-deaths-surround-obama-279142/
RIP SINEAD....
I Finally feel almost at 100% and
without the dr. Now it's just sloughing back up from 3 weeks of being sick, maybe I'd have been better quicker if I had gone oh well the world may never know. I actually got back into running and dancing, maybe a little too quickly.
So during my wallowing time I caught up on watching stranger things. When I was saying that I was eleven, I only saw the first season. It really surprised me how many synchronicities I had yet again. Some time back I kept having these repeating dreams of this woman that I know actually being a clock, it was really surreal, I dreaming that I was both seeing her as a grandfather clock and the woman that she was and in my dream state, my mind has no problem with the incongruency. Then my ex husband was getting really strange saying creepy things and he said "My ONLY regret is NOT PUNCHING a CLOCK more" (his emphasis) The Stranger Things clock triggered a lot of my memories of clock dreams and a trance automatic writing about the clock timelines and the astral spiders going back to when I was a little kid and my siblings and my dad would experiment with mediations and dreams.
I see some dominos in place that suggest to me that they are preparing for the vaccines to possibly implode, but the win will only be a stepping stone towards a mandatory chip. The foot in the door sale so to speak.... When they still have people supporting making it mandatory, then claim that the only thing is adverse reactions, then they claim that they have something that works so much better and has no side effects, until the grievous lesions .start...... Ever known someone that you're so hurt and angry at yet their soul is so rocking that you welcome that spot in eternity where you're hanging out without the trivialities of
life maybe a little pine house without too nice of pine on it, pouring over the akashic records where you don't want to scream every time you think of them. Yet in life you keep thinking that you can somehow fix things by thinking about them more. If there's anything I've learned you certainly can't fix stupid, crazy, or just general jackassedness and you certainly can't fix it by thinking yourself in circles;)
I was thinking of telling someone else's story, I don't know how to get in touch with her anymore and I'm not sure she would want it to come out, so I'm not going to give the context or timeline to identify who she is. I'll nickname her Jean here. But she was late 20's early 30's. She had a tattoo that she showed me in the crook of her hip, she showed me that it was to cover up a brand that she had there. It was NXIM, in retrospect, though I hadn't heard of it then. She would tell me that she had gone to a certain college and had a lot of knowledge and stories about it. She also claimed that shfound been a model (this I found questionable as she wasn't photogenic at all Though she did have the height and the fake boobies) She also claimed to be a sports journalist, again I found this questionable because she couldn't type, spell, or edit at all, but she certainly knew more about sports than I did). So she was lying about herself, so? The thing that was spooky about it was that she legitimately believed the lie, AND was legitimately shaken when she was "deprogrammed" from her cover. No I don't have some official thing saying that she was deprogrammed, but from what I saw and experienced that is what I believed happened. I was in my early 20's late teens. Digging into what had happened to her and the occult aspects and things that I witnessed, I knew about MKULTRA and mind control to some extent and I recognized it for what it was then, but apparently I thought I knew more than I did, and wasn't able to recognize it with myself. I'll lay out
the different signs as I saw them. So when I met her she was newlywed and pregnant. She'd maybe known her husband maybe a year or two and they were traveling across the country chasing backing for a startup business that was ahead of it's time. Then it fell through, (though a little over a decade later became some of the most booming businesses around) and their business partner had set them up with a fixer upper out here by kin while they discussed trying to restart the business. I was young and just coming from an extremely abusive relationship, I've always been shy, but for a while I was very uptight and would only communicate everything through her and he creeped me the hell out. Eventually though, we all became friends when he started teaching me mixed martial arts with her. We'd hang out a lot, working out, sparring, and I'd help them remodel, cook, and clean or read her husband's books. While they were remodeling, her husband painted a gigantic anarchy symbol on the floor in their bedroom, then it was covered up with carpet, I thought it strange but didn't have a problem with the anarchy symbol per se. Then they invited me into this game that was very much like dungeons and dragons using the dice sets and statistical scoring system, partially oral and partially written, but a game that he had designed himself that we all had a say in starting the characters and setting. We all got along great at first but it would get really awkward when she would bring up about her time at college or working as a sports journalist. Her husband would cut her off in the middle of whatever story she was telling and say that ti wasn't true and tell her to tell me the truth. She would get very adamant and crying saying that it was the truth and he just never believed her that she was because she'd lost her job right before they met. But the more she would tell of her stories the more things wouldn't match up, but not like fi she were lying, but she was in legitimate emotional turmoil and seemed to believe them, herself. I'd watched her develop stories for her character a lot for her game, this was not like that, nor was it like pathological liars I've known. I started to wonder if she had been a prostitute and was lying to cover it up. She really liked the movie Pretty Woman and said that she identified with her. But the really spooky part to me was that the modeling was a non-issue, her husband's reaction to the modeling was "Meh, maybe you did some modeling sometime when you were younger, I don't know." So it would infuriate her even more that he was focusing on what she said were her greatest
accomplishments and tearing them down. Then she started to sit and think more about the modeling, she realized that it wasn't legitimate and she said not him, that she realized that it had been fronts for trafficking drugs and sex. She started telling me stories of things from her time 'modeling' as a late teen early twenties to stories about being flown to EWS types of parties internationally to other things. But she was adamant that had all happened when she was younger then she had gotten cleaned up and went to college and became a sports journalist. To which her husband would still tell her wasn't true but now that she should remember the truth. We also were all into psy research and chi energy stuff with impressive results, except I showed them things through Jesus that put both of them on different paths towards him. They were fighting more and more, and we all had our own life things get in the way. When they were arguing it was just me playing mediator, DD, maid and just generally keeping her from doing stupid things driving drunk or trying to kill someone. So her husband and her were sleeping in separate rooms and I wasn't coming around as much. Then the two of them seemed to get a better understanding and even though they weren't in the same bedroom they were lovers and friends again and I had come back and game and we'd stay up all night gaming and he had a separate room and I'd sleep on her bed. So I came over one night and spent the night to help her nurse her sick dog back to health and her and I had a long trip planned in the morning. I woke up in the middle of the night to a pain in my eye, I went bring my hand up to swipe it whatever the "it" was that was in my eye. I couldn't move my hand. So I tried both my hands, couldn't...My first thought was sleep paralysis and I'm very experienced with sleep paralysis. So I started to do my usual to break out of it that starts with trying to open my eyes first. Only I realized that my eyes WERE open, only I could only see out of one eye, the one that was hurting I couldn't see out of. What I saw when the darkness came into focus was terrifying. It was a shadow person Pitch black, red eyes and a bowler. I tried to scream and couldn't. I tried to jump up and run and couldn't. But I realized that I wasn't in sleep paralysis at all because I was able to move my hands and feet and grab the sheets. I figured out that why I couldn't move or scream was because the way this being was straddling me, it was using it's shins and ankles crossed over mine to pin my legs, and it's knees and elbows were pinning down my and it's hands, one was covering my mouth, the other was trying to pop out my eye ball. I didn't think that it was human at all. I started calling it off of me in the name of Jesus Christ commanding it inside head, I swear I thought II heard it laugh in my head to this. When the pain got so unbearable I thought I was going to throw up on myself and choke to death. I screamed "Jesus please Help me!" inside my head, Then the being just jumped off my chest and ran towards the bathroom shrinking as it went and disappariting with an earth shattering bang! as it hit the bathroom wall. I sat up, Jean was still sleeping with her back to me, and her puppy up under her arms. I woke her up and tried to tell her about it a number of times, but she was too out of it to understand and I wasn't comfortable going to wake up her husband, I sat there crying and praying and watching over the children until dawn. Then I explained it all to her again as we were leaving for the trip. At first she said, "Oh the puppy probably climbed on your face and you had sleep paralysis." Then she looked at my eye and admittedly didn't think that her tiny sick teacup could give me such a deep nasty black eye. I think she asked something about surely it wasn't her husband. It wasn't, he was short and stocky, solid muscle but nothing remotely tall and skinny. This thing was tall and skinny and light, weightwise it didn't feel like anything more than small child, but the power behind it was unrelenting and it was impossibly tall like 8 feet (until it started shrinking). But, she spooked me when she said that she believed that it came from him for sure. Part of why she thought it came from him was because that anarchy symbol he had painted under the bed, she said that before they put the carpet down he had made it into a pentagram, and she thought he'd done a summoning . I told her that I was never coming back there again. [years later my son would tell
me about a dream he was having and he would describe the unique colored room and the very unique carpeting to a tee, except dreaming that the carpeting was being pulled up revealing the pentagram. I think that the carpeting was put in before he was born. And the two times that I saw something he was at a babysitter.]
In the next couple of weeks her life fell apart, I'm not sure what order things went down because I was staying away and no way in hell was going to keep playing mediator when there was satanic things going on and I wanted to be supportive of her, yet so often she had been the flaky one drinking and acting stupid, while he'd been a coolheaded voice of reason. to cut a very long story short: Sometime in the next few weeks Jean talked me into coming back there another night, which I'll describe in a minute. At some point she hacked all of his
online accounts and said that she was collecting evidence on him, first it was just about him talking to girls and I was dismissive of it because he had spent some time as an invalid so had made a lot of online friends, but she got more hysterical about the evidence and he did leave with an ex girlfriend... but there were other factors there always is, so back to her talking me back into coming to her house. Her husband was gone and she called me, she said that she now most definitely believed me. Since I had had success fighting one off before, could I please for the sake of her children, come pray with her. I told her to get a professional exorcist, but both didn't how to find one and not get locked up as crazy trying to find one. So I came over there I can't remember if her children were there or not but absence of any memory of being extremely concerned about them, I don't think they were. So we were up late into the night talking and reading the Bible and praying. We were sitting on her California king with a solid wall to our back, they had taken down all the doors remodeling and hadn't put them back except the bathroom. so in front of us was a space then the dresser and solid wall. To the right there a wall with windows that led down an open hallway that led to the bathroom and children's room in front of us and on the left there was a solid connected wall with an open doorway to the living room. At the bottom of the doorway was a white plastic baby gate. Jean said "Did you turn off the light in the living room? I didn't see you get up?" I said "No, I haven't moved," I looked over and the entire doorway was pitch black. I said "But we should still be able to see the baby gate" After I said that, both our breaths caught, as the solid black rectangle of the door began to slowly take on the shape of a man, with the doorway (with the light still on in the living room) and baby gate behind him. As if the shadow person [as I already knew this term from Coast to Coast and I'd had a friend as a child who always claimed to see them, but I never had] As if this Shadow person had been trying to watch us, yet hide by being a rectangle over the doorway, [something that I had never heard of them doing.] then it realized it was caught. It became like a tall slender man with a bowler, yet solid black. It half glided half walked across the room as if the walking wasn't necessary except for our visual benefit, yet it didn't fully pull it off. Jean said "Don't be afraid, they feed on fear." I said "You've seen these before?" She nodded, I only saw her nod because it had moved around the bed and over to beside her, there's no way I was taking my eyes off of this creature. I said "pray" she said "We've been praying though, this thing is real! It's here in front of us!" I said "I prayed and called on Jesus, it drove it away" We both prayed aloud, I don't remember the words, other than calling on Jesus Christ, but I thought I saw it's eyes flash, then it shrunk down into the size of a cat and scampered (this wasn't a glide it's feet were hitting the floor but fast) it ran into the bathroom as before and disappeared in a flash and a bang. Or the other time had the flash? One did one didn't have one I could see anyway.
She moved out of state with family and uncovered some things about her adopted family and past. (but not before she asked me out for a last hurrah at a hotel before she left, not needing to be a DD, I had two drinks, we were roofied and I was run over and almost killed) next few years were a downward spiral for her, and we didn't have a lot of contact, but one of the times that we talked, she told me that she had realized that her husband was right, he had deprogrammed her and she realized that during the time that she had thought that she was working as a sports journalist, she'd actually been a prostitute to top athletes and politicians and that they had programmed her to believe her cover. It legitimately seemed to be tearing at her, then she went into the deep end with the wrong people and we lost contact as she got into drugs. We got back in touch as she was in AA and doing well, and remarried. We talked a few times. Then her new husband got in touch with me. He asked me if I had heard from her because she had apparently gotten triggered (I believe his words, but they were AA) and had disappeared but was calling family leaving strange voicemails and pulled out money, and when covered on cameras she was alone. (She had children that she swore she would never leave again) The numbers I had stopped working for anyone and I never heard anything else, her and her family's social media all stopped at that point....
https://www.sciencealert.com/henrietta-lacks-family-reach-a-settlement-over-her-stolen-immortal-cell-line
This is why it's so important that EVERYONE needs to go to their medical records and void all consents for experimentation on themselves, their offspring and their tissues.
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https://www.foxnews.com/media/oklahoma-gov-signs-womens-bill-rights-law-protect-girls-control-gender-ideology...Hear hear! let this be a lesson for other states. I know some men who are so predatory against women that they are not above pretending to be women in order to get into a women's crisis center, and loopholes psychopaths use to further endanger women need to be shut down. Then there needs to be transgender shelters that properly address the mental illnesses that the actual transgenders are suffering from of disassociative identity disorder, and self harm.
https://fortune.com/2023/08/01/oceangate-co-founder-venus-expedition-titanic-deepsea-vehicle-submersible/
Well that's tactless: "Forget Stockton"... more symbolism tying Venus in. Space Exploration is a black hole for money, a gift that keeps giving, his announcement mirrors SBF's out of touch remarks about just having raise a few billion in a couple of weeks.
https://americansongwriter.com/we-asked-ai-to-write-a-duet-in-the-styles-of-prince-and-michael-jackson-see-the-results/
getting.