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July 18, 2019
Before any more bad news stories, dialogue, and more schemes and scripts are written and happen. I must tell you what has already happened.
To begin with: The fact that I remember everything now, that I know who I am now, that I know and remember everything that I have done classified or not, should be a relief to everyone. Unless, you are a double agent working against the United States and its allies. Then, you have everything to fear, and you should be afraid.
My boyfriend who has been the first person to bring about change that will not allow another murder to happen for entertainment, another rape to happen because of an inferior mind, or harm come to children for no other reason other than to harm a child, should be a valuable lesson to learn and not forget.
My boyfriend has been the one who has wanted this woman who is a psychologist who has caused my boyfriend emotional grief has been the one who has wanted me to work to figure out and understand how to help her. To her credit, it has only taken a few days working with me to bring about change in her thinking.
This is a woman who has been raped. She doesn’t want that to happen to her again. I doubt anyone would really want that to her to her either. The reason her raped happened: this looks like this same stupid policeman who – no joke – does not like himself. Hates himself. Does not believe he is worthy of having a woman as attractive as her. What he did because she is so attractive is give permission to a prison guard to rape her. In his mind, he has done nothing wrong. He raped her; it is not her fault.
She has been so unwilling to allow another circumstance of a rape possibility ever happening again, she has withdrawn herself from the world of men. She allowed herself to believe that she was protecting herself, and that she was ok with living without men, ever again.
She is alive. She is working. She is functioning, yet she has not allowed herself the possibility of rapturous joy because she is a straight woman, and she has not gone out on dates or allowed herself to think it was possible for her to be loved by a straight man who would love her, rape and all.
The full spectrum of life being possible for her again with the possibilities of joy, happiness, sorrow, sadness, peace, comfort, and orgasmic sex with a straight man who loves her enough to want to show his love to her – physically.
Straight women do not hit on other straight women.
I write that for context and understanding.
From what I’ve seen she is able to allow herself the strength of not being afraid anymore. And, there are men, I’ve seen these men who won’t allow it to happen to her again either. Take courage in that. It is a form of love. They love you enough they want you to know rapturous joy with a man. It will only help your work; it will not distract you. It will make you better.
I have no idea why you people have been managed through keeping your emotions so in check, you become a tiny twig that can snap and break with the slightest breeze. I would never do that to you. I would never set you up for failure. It benefits no one to set up intelligence and people for failure rather than their own good.
Go out on dates and enjoy these men, there are men in the world yet who want and would love you for the rest of your life. Allow yourself the possibility of love from a man and not just yourself.
The only reason I am not dating is because you people have not allowed me to date. In all my adult life, you have denied me to date straight men. Edison and The Container Store turned into a complete fabrication. Setting me up for the fact that I will never be allowed to date – for real. No person, unless they are insane, would want to not be loved for real.
There is a big problem, and no one has seen it or yet done anything about it.
David is lonesome and sad for me. He wants me and to be with me because he truly loves me.
My boyfriend loves me and wants to be with me.
This man, I don’t know what to call him, I’ll give him the name of Englishman, not Prince Harry, also wants me and me alone.
Prince Harry is married. I cannot allow any inappropriate behaviors or sex knowing that he is married. I would never do that to you Harry. They more than know that about me.
The FBI man will be okay. He will be good and loved by another woman.
However, you have these men, and more, who want me badly, desperately, so much so it hurts and is hurting them because – I am not allowed to be with them in the real, in a real way, in real life.
Edison can never return; he will never be safe. I will not be returning to your facilities, or restrooms again because of the stupid conversations you allowed to happen to me, he can never return. He will doom you all. I would never do that to any of you. I will not allow him. I am beyond upset by the safety vest incidents. That vest that was handed to me is so filled with hatred it is repulsive to me and I do not want to touch it.
I am – again – beyond hurt.
They are never going to be truly satisfied unless they are with me for real in the flesh, living a real life. It is setting men and these men up to destroy them. From a lack of love, from the loss of my love.
I actually could love everyone of them. They are each a very good match for me. David is a good match for me. My boyfriend is a good match for me. My Englishman is a good match for me. And, Harry was a good match for me.
What the hell have you people done?
Destroyed men’s lives?! I haven’t done that! I would love these men and make them better men for it!
Prince Harry had no idea, this is what it looks like, that he ordered my hysterectomy. I really cannot fathom the notion that it is possible you placed eggs of mine into his wife’s body and they’ve had a child. That is what they want me to believe and that is monstrous. Cruel.
They have spent all these years placing me in a position to allow two great countries, the United States, and Great Britain through marriage for the benefit of all. What the hell have you people done?
This was urgent, or I wouldn’t have written at all.
No days shift and too heavy, no more writing.