Author: Dgbcfhn

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August 28, 2018

Day 1, 610

As I was getting dressed for work today.  Lambert lay at the entrance to my bedroom in front of Maurice who was also laying on the floor.  Communicating to me with his eyes.  His fur so white it is almost pink, shell pink.

Testing?  Never should have happened.  It is not about the color red.

David’s alter ego would not and has not had a problem with knowing some things are more important.  It is not about the color of his skin.  I will not allow the conversations we’ve had to be turned into something that it is not, was not, could never be, nor will I disrespect him or his family in such a way.

Th Vice President of The United States asked me while I was at work to move the military to the left, I did.

Lambert, The Protector of All, The Ever Vigilant, looks like a lion – it is not the name on the bottle, it is Lambert.  Lambert, the strongest cat I’ve ever had or known is not gay or effeminate.  It is not about where I park my car at work that I need to move.  There are many organizations to be used.

My pay grade has not been recognized.  It is not my responsibility to respond to those who do not have the proper credentials.

You need to consider the threat of gossiping persons.  It is still in the building.  It has not been eradicated.

That mechanism in my car console needs to be removed.  It was placed illegally.  It has been working against me in my mind, a wave affirmed and confirmed it.

I have used this word before mostly while driving, dumballina.  This is sparkling white paper towels.

Before the cleaning fairies try – I cleaned my floor how I choose was the best way to clean it.  They are still in the building.  It is still more of a problem than you realize.  It is not immediate; however, it is a threat.

The President of The United States told me while I was at work and working that he thought I was smart.

It was two men, not women.  Two men at my work.  It was not the clothes of the proxy, or his mannerisms, as he has already been trained, directed, given orders incorrectly.  It was the head only.  From the lower jaw and above, only.  And, that’s why I am smart.

It was not paint-by-numbers, it was time-off in recognition of my hard work.

It is still so distressing that the wine I bought was purposefully damaged because they do not like Murphy.  Because of who Murphy is.  Because I wrote how Murphy thinks with his tail.  How he thinks of ways to make me happy by being himself.

It is being asked of me that I remove Tuesday and Thursday from my computer, I will not.

It is being asked of me that I sit on a different step at work to remove one cat, I will not.

I was written up at work because I wrote that Maurice is not a black cat.  Even after the high message was sent beyond her understanding.

I was written up because I want to work a day shift instead of a night shift.  There are men about who work a day-shift.  It is a way to keep me away from being in the same time zone and wave-length.  It is a way to delay my writing.

When David changed the lower jaw, he failed to leave specific instructions.  It was about the amount of work being asked of me after hours and tested upon me.  It is not my job to report the night’s activities.  Writing is not the same as reporting.

When I was in DC for the 2012 inauguration it was one of the creepiest, weird feelings.  Where were the vendors, small businesses, and the people?  I have said this before because of the heavy problem I am not able to write this very well.  Heavy is a problem that does not play well.  I have said it was like the town was full of cockroaches.  It does have my favorite item in the word, however I said it because where were the people?  The place had to be crawling, but they would disappear.  It was like they were living in the walls.  Wall-E.  Indestructible.

No to illegal operations without permission, authority, or consent.  Bluetooth is not a radio baby.

Do you actually mean to tell me that the only way that Cherith is allowed to date men is if there is one man who is the body with another man telling him what to say in his ear?  And, if she does not want any of those 2 men anymore, then she must go to women?!

Do you actually mean to tell me that Cherith must masturbate as a way to think she is in a movie?  Sick.  Its gross and disgusting.  How many years has this been?

Do you actually mean to tell me that Cherith is never to be loved in person in the flesh by a man who was born a man?

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August 27, 2018

Day 1, 609

Too heavy.

Too heavy to read.

Too heavy to write.

Too heavy to think.

Too heavy.

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August 26, 2018

Day 1, 608

Too heavy.

This correction must be made, Maurice is not, cannot be adapted or translated into a black man.

I’ve hardly been able to think.  I am not writing much on purpose.

I feel I have not been received seriously enough.

Too heavy to write and much else.

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Hi, my name is Cherith Joelle Gjestland, I am not the President of the United States, nor have I ever pretended to be so, or ever believed so.  It is absurd.  It is mind-boggling.  The people of the United States voted already.  He needs to remain.  There are voting laws and protections in place for the people.

Because I am sick of reading about this story, I worked with a person’s mother who was elected.  I cannot allow this story to go any further, I have my reasons.

I do not know why I am continually having to write this story before someone finally takes action to stop it.  It is a weight problem.  It is being asked of me to live on water alone, A Hunger strike, Assassin’s Creed.  It is being asked of me to take diet pills, Death at A Funeral.  Will someone please listen and read before more destruction and harm is done?!  Please do the work on your own.  I am not able to write what needs to be done here for security reasons.

Perhaps some people do not the reasons behind this.  I am not allowed to turn in the left-hand lane at the light.  I have been told to only use the right lane – frustration free.  I am not allowed to put Gator Ford on the right – because of pressure cooking.

Whatever they have done in my body, this is a terribleness.  They send pain into my hands similar to blood pooling, pins and needles in my hands just to have control over my body.  Are you reading this?!

Things I Used to Be Able to Do Before I Had Sex with A Man in This House

1. Leave my house at whatever time I choose without having traffic problems.
2. Wear whatever clothes I want to.
3. Buy whatever products I like.
4. Wear my hair however I want.
5. Choose the color and length of my own hair.
6. Choose my employment or employer.
7. Chew gum.
8. Wear makeup.
9. Have sex with men in the flesh.
10. Run outside.
11. Run during the daylight.
12. Be outside.
13. Go to the beach.
14. Get a tan.
16. Save money.
17. Plan my life and future how I want.
18. Have friends.
19. Because I had sex with a man, because I loved my mother most I was denied being with her at her death, or her funeral, or to be with her at the nursing home because she was replaced with actors in disguise.
20. Does Cherith like this, then we must take it away from her and never let her have it again. This has been my life.
21. Feelings for David.
22. Feelings for any man I have found attractive since.
23. Tuesday and Thursday were purposefully and willfully removed because of it.
24. Years of my life gone because I had sex with a man.
25. Artwork on her walls.
26. They made my salads heavy because I saw a photo of a man with glasses and a beard.
27. They made my Sangria heavy because they don’t like Murphy.
28. They have out sun damage and sun spots in soap because of my name.
29. They wanted me to change my name because of its definition.
30. They took away my house.

Read this.  It is more serious than you’ve realized.

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The Chronological Order of Things

My mother had conveyed a message to me after I moved back home about not travelling alone.  There was something back in her mind, probably because of people she had spoken with, that told me problem, not safe alone.  However, all that did was place me in the position when I travelled of taking care of others.  I would have had more experiences had I travelled on my own, I would have met more people.  I would have met more men.

This package delivered to my door, I do not appreciate the disguise.  She is a terrible teacher.  I will say nothing more.

Time Order:

Dachau, Germany.  God told me about the people and what happened in the crematorium.

I looked at an older photograph of my boyfriend, I was talking with him.  I said he looked happy in the photo.  He tried to disagree with me by telling me, how could he be happy when he was flipping off the camera.  He was happy though.  Beyond the gesture.  I was eighteen years old.  I was correct.  No one trained me.

I had a conversation with a man about the movie, Sneakers.  It unnerved him.  As if I was talking to him when I shouldn’t know.  He tried to get me on another movie, The Last of The Mohicans.  I will have nothing more with this connection.  I have my reasons.

If you like theories, and this is just a theory since I do not have unhindered access to information like the rest of the world.  It was nothing more than selfishness that took me away from The World of Coke.  It is only about Coke.  Selfishness to do so.  JonBenet Ramsey, I never believed or bought into this story.  How could I?  What law enforcement officer, what policemen answers a call without his belt and gun eating a doughnut?

It was an accident.  As I see it, and like I said it is just a theory.  He did bring her down to their basement, but the skull injury is an accident and the rest happened afterward.  Because what he wanted to do, he could not do anymore because she was dead.  His thinking is not cohesive or organized.  This is not code or direction.  I am thinking that’s all.  It was one man; the family was not involved.  How could they be?  It is only a theory.

The police involved, its ignorance.  It is purposeful and willful against the family because of their money and nothing more.

Thinking about it its gross.  Mishandling?!  It is more than mishandling.  It is abuse of power.  They answered the call without their belt and gun, so they could leave doughnut crumbs on their floor.

Murphy, Maurice and Lambert are all excited about the flowers.  They are trying to eat them.  Lambert thinks they’re his.  Murphy wants to be Involved.  Maurice, he wants to participate too.  What are these?  Do we eat these?

However, I and my mind are dealing with bigger things at the moment.  Loaded with heaviness for selfish reasons.  There will be no Coffee and Breakfast today.

I want to know why I paid and was given products to make me bald.  I want to know why Amazon gave me products to make me bald.  I want to know why.  Because the only reason I am able to think a corporation would allow such behaviors would be to start a war or destroy the businesses and companies this concerns.

If you haven’t been paying attention, I am not paying attention to any of you for food or purchase reasons.  Why would I?  Did you forget what I am capable of?  I didn’t.

I want to know why.

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Who was in the building Friday morning?  It was being asked of me, and so I did.

I am pretty sure this is against policy.  I’ve waited more than several minutes to make sure.  There has been enough attention.  There are several attempts in the process perhaps because of something I wrote.  In the next few days.

I close my eyes to think.  Some appointments will be ok if they never happen.

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I, Cherith Joelle Gjestland, am the only holder and authorized user of my house key and my home.  If you believed otherwise, you are mistaken.

Hit in the nose although there was no threat in sight is yet another reason for the disclaimer.  Perhaps people believed what they heard was about them, they were wrong.  Yet, again.  Very specific and few people know and understood the reason for my language.  They are the only ones that need to know.  Because I am most sincerely correct.  I am well over being nice as more hair comes out from my scalp against my will.  I will have no more excuses.  I will have no more excuses for such behavior.

You should feel so ashamed for your cruelty and pettiness.

It is not a crime to be gay.  It is not a crime to be a homosexual.  It is not a crime to have sex with consenting adults.  It is a crime to use such information to blackmail, coerce, create damage, heartbreak, hurt, and family tensions against my brother.  It is a crime if these were off-duty law enforcement officers who used such information to coerce my brother.  It is a crime if it was private individuals who used such information to coerce my brother.  It is sick and disgusting.  It is sick and disgusting if this was done in 2018.  It is sick and disgusting if it was done in the 90’s.

I never believed in the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell motto of the military.  Be sure to read carefully, I am not writing against any administration or institution.  I am writing that I knew it would not work, or be effective, or the correct course of action.  I spoke about to many people at the time.

It is not a crime to be gay, nor is it a crime to be straight.

It is a crime to make by unnaturally ways a person, that is me, Cherith, to wear diapers, or only certain underwear, or to create rules that go against a person’s nature, thought-process, or such idiocies of control based on what underpants I sleep in.

My brother’s car accident.  My mother’s car accident in Florida.  I no longer believe were accidents.  Has no one investigated the insurance claims and connections to shady persons who would have worked under the table to create claims?  And, why not?

Spent today.  It took me until now to write because that was a long day for me.  Six hours without a break, and I was working every minute of it.  Gave him a bath, now I expect him to stay that way.

Make sure you know that paragraph is very good as it is.  There is nothing to add or take away from it.  Because he flew this and asked it of me, No, I am still not well.  There is no food writing yet.  I do hope you know how very much you are liked by others.  I have seen it nearly every day since.

I don’t understand why we all must suffer for the dishonesty of some people.  Do they not, cannot they not use their influence and connections for the greater good, or are we all doomed to continue battling numbers that are nothing in the end.  When all is said and done, if the world were to end in a moment, would this number scale have been worth it?  There is something greater.  Creating a pretend copy after a movie or television only belittles the people, persons, work, art, and appreciation for the creative mind and minds.  I call for it to end.

I know there is an eagerness to get this read, there is a change of scenery that is needed.  Do you realize working in this way amounts to endless tours of duty?  This head work should not be competing with any other entities.  This is one of the causes for the delay in this read.

I made a communication-connection for two people to read on purpose.  At The Container Store, there was an employee who was gay, his name was Ray, he was in a car accident while employed at The Container Store.

The severity of another problem that I see is of such an extremeness I am not sure I will be able to write with enough description and emphasis.  These years from April 2014 until now are because I had sex with a man.  It was designed many years previously.  My belly button they turned into a doughnut shape of fat, on purpose.  They moved fat from other parts of my stomach creating a doughnut shape around my belly button that used to be of belly button shape is now a frowning smile.  When I had sex with that man after my surgery, the vagina to penis sex was painful, and not fully penetrable.  I went to my doctor afterwards, she was of no help.

What man would want me now if I am not able to satisfy his sexual needs?  Read carefully, the vaginal entry has been comprised.  I believe the true purpose and reason for the disguise and disguising the man was for the purpose of making such damage, anger, and hurt, I would never want to have vagina-penis intercourse again.  The purpose for making me live by hands alone.

Do not believe this printing of, Look Mom no hands.  It is not true.  It is just another excuse.

It is extremely humiliating to write this.

They damaged every friendship I had because I was flirting with men, I was dating men, I was kissing men, I was having sex with men, not hanging out with the girls.

I do not believe I am able write the depth of perverse attachments of such an emotional level that will, if not checked and taken care of immediately will be…you need to read and listen to me.

This is not enough, however…

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Have you ever read something one place and put the information in another place?

I just did.

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Make sure the seasoning is correct.  It is salt and pepper for flavor on food.  It is all about the flavor on the tongue.  Tongues, mouths, they are not sinister or bad.  Being orally-fixated as I am is not wrong, or a problem that must change.  I used to be able to wear my mouth naturally.  Usually it was slightly askew.  I believe it was a thinking place for me, a tethering position of the brain because then I can do other things with my eyes.  Only brain-thinkers might truly get that.  It is one reason I enjoyed gum.  Gum makes no noise.

He will be a very lucky man whenever I get to be with him in the flesh.  He will need to buy stock in water and hydration products in order to keep going.  No joke.