As I just finished the most disgusting breakfast, well…maybe not the most disgusting it is just not sitting well in my stomach, images and people are flooding in my mind.
A truck driver I saw at the same place I saw Tom Hanks as Wilson. Those in charge of this housing complex, probably at the unnamed, unmarked, unsigned business at the front. Who has a business then does not display a sign? Had no idea that it worked both ways. That this house constantly filming and recording me could be felt by me. That the filming would cause a disruption in my brain. Considering my surgery happened because of this house. And, for no other reason.
When I first moved here, I was still a bit of a mess in my head. Working through the years of isolation, the trauma, the hurt and pain, and the grief. However, I did not need therapy or to be worked on while asleep. I have proven more than once how very capable I am within my mind of working through things, working things out, and moving on.
They had no idea what they were doing when they placed implants within my body.
They had no idea the talents and gifts God had given me already.
They had no idea the electrical wavelengths and energy interfered with my brain and thinking.
Of course, I struggled, of course I wrote poorly sometimes, of course I posted random weirdness on the internet because it was not just the filming and recording of me that created an effect it was also the person behind the camera and helmet as well.
Cut to Panera 2014, I believe Jon Abrahams was using “Edison” to speak to me.
See, they had no idea I was able to see other people the way I do that I can see inside their brain.
I started to playfully, flirtatiously push “Edison” around. Like a couple of kids at a playground. Because I knew he, J.A. liked it. He enjoys that kind of attention. He enjoys that kind of a relationship. Its attractive to him that kind of playing and attention. Probably says something about his childhood and upbringing, but I am tired of psychologists pushing buttons to get a reaction and getting it wrong.
Anyway, I was responding to him and not to “Edison”. I know the difference.
Yeah, I already got it – if you were wondering – I could not understand why this “woman” had so much padding on. Because he is friends with the sick, yet happy teen-ager.
They use this a lot with me. I don’t think they quite understand why they use the sick or special with me. How could my heart not go out to the sick, the disabled, the special when it changes their brain and how their brain works?
They are using Russia incorrectly.
They are using Russia as a country which does not work the same.
Russia was one man. Russia was one man who was trying to get something from me. Russia did not get what he hoped for and wanted from me because Russia did not yet understand how exceptional I am. Russia did not get what he wanted from me because Russia was Not A Problem.
Russia, this man, this one man, will never be a problem. I heard, people change. No, this man. This Russian will never be a problem as long as he lives. That is my assessment.
They are using Russia and this Russian incorrectly because they are more interested in creating problems than anything else.
They must be stopped. They must be stopped at all costs.
Creating problems is not creative.
Creating problems IS A PROBLEM.
Let me go back to 2001, since people seem to be more interested in my journaling than actual writing. I have real stories I could write about. More than events that have taken place in my life. Yeah, I also write poems.
2001, phone call.
Try and have a nice day.
He and I alone on the phone.
You saw a version of me last Saturday night when I am faced with certain persons.
When my brain a few days later pieced together the events, the voice, I was left with a dilemma of what to do next. Call the police and report the incident? After new reports of police, officials, agencies being overloaded and overworked by unwanted information?
True, I did not report it because of the news.
True, I did not report it for another reason, I already worked out – in a blink – what took place.
He called to make a reservation – knowing it could be recorded.
He used a credit card to make a reservation – rather than paying in cash at the hotel.
He would have had to have shown his identification upon check in.
There would have been a camera in the lobby of the hotel verifying the identity of him and his family checking in.
Their fingerprints would have been left behind in their hotel room.
My conclusion: He wanted to be caught. He wanted to be arrested. He wanted his family and himself detained, questioned, if not arrested.
Is every person a suspect based on their country, nationality, or ethnicity?
I would have needed more to go on. Because it is possible that he wanted to be arrested for protection for himself and his family.
Being arrested does not make a person guilty.
Think about that for a change.
I am tired of spelling it all out when it is so obvious.
There are bugs within the lightbulbs and lamps of my home. I cannot do anything about them at this time. Limited budget.
The lamp that has a bug within the base is heart-breaking. I remember buying that lamp with my mother in her wheelchair at JC Penny. Another memory you have taken from me, destroyed as if my memories are your property to destroy.
I am not going to go in the dark or leave my animals in darkness because someone illegally entered my home placing bugs, filming equipment, and cameras within my home.
Because there is no reason I should be here.
There is no reason I cannot have a job where I could live entirely on my own.
There is no reason my cats should have been taken. I will never understand this. I want them returned.
The Wolfe family is German including the Mensa, who is not the same man I met in college.
The reason these men so appealing to me has to do with the manliness. Jesus Christ, you fucking starve me emotionally and physically for man meat, no wonder I’d fucking bone nearly every one of them.
If I could.
Good luck with that. Because of this – everything.