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March 29, 2019
My brother’s name is Creggan Jon Gjestland. I have never given him a nickname. I have never tolerated his choice in allowing people to call him, “Craig”. Ever. His name is Creggan. Not Craig. I will accept nothing less.
If anyone is reading anything I write about, and see the movies on my list, then you will all start to see the reoccurring theme of me as the teacher and the child, a child at the same time. That is me as the Doc, and me as the child in The Power of One. The young child is me protecting my brother and being able to keep predators away from him just by being his family.
Be aware what has been done with my bum, with hurting my under-region, what you have literally done is an act of war. I didn’t wear my other denim jeans, on purpose, for a reason. Someone thinks they are clever, cleverer than me, they believe that a pair of pants actually has some significance. It doesn’t, they don’t. Someone believes jeans that I wear is associated with “acting”, “act”. Um, no. However, I am so disgusted with you people. Someone allowed an act of war. I did not.
The reason Doc is a German Doctor, is – again – just about brain research. German for me when I was in Germany, and yes, one of the people I helped capture and bring to justice in Dachau was a Nazi officer who had not yet been brought to justice for his war crimes. I did. I helped bring him to justice. There was more than one person represented when I was in Dachau, they each had their own representation. It is the reason it is so massive I have not yet brain-worked all of it.
A doctor because this is about brain research and creating victims from birth, manipulating people with their mind, and criminal behavior. I had a garden of my own when we lived in Oregon. My mother gave me a piece of our property to plant and work however I wanted. My brother was given the same opportunity by my mother, I am not sure if he continued with it. I did. I was always in our yard. The backyard was where I had my land, we also had a garden where one of the vegetables planted was, corn, A Field of Dreams.
It makes me the Rainmaker because of my name, Cherith, a brook, a safe place, a refuge. It just means water as it is seen in The Power of One. Clean, pure, drinkable water, my name, Cherith, that is what the Rainmaker means, that is what one of the aspects of the Rainmaker means. Study. I heard, study. Not to study, not to learn, nothing other than, study.
I still have a boulder in my gut that has not passed and deceptive dark circles under my eyes. I am so unimpressed with you people.
My father’s name is Norman Arnold Gjestland. Make no mistake he is in the film, The Power of One. Somehow, probably at my father’s workplace starting, most likely, in California, things my father spoke about were then given by written communications to Nelson Mandela while in jail. In prison. If the evidence hasn’t already been destroyed, or worse altered to appear differently, is another matter. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt things my father spoke about were given to Nelson Mandela.
Make no mistake here, the reference of black and black persons as it pertains to the movie of The Power of One as criminals does not exist in the film. Not at all. They are just persons. Everyone is just a person and nothing more. Black, White, Tribes, Tribal, English, Afrikaners, they are all just people. No such reference to criminals exists in the film. None at all.
The reason Doc went to prison, is just history, South African history and nothing more. It has no bearing whatsoever on me as a person, being clean or dirty, or a criminal, it has no bearing whatsoever on any of my family. None.
The tobacco leaves are literally someone else. They are a person. He would have been a male adult.
My maternal grandfather, Mickey was his nickname not the name on his birth certificate, my maternal grandfather taught me to box. Every time he visited, he – he had a really good laugh, he had such laughter – would bond with me by boxing. It was fun for him. Watching a girl and his granddaughter with her fists up. My mother approved of it, when my grandfather was not around, she did not discourage me from continuing to practice boxing, throwing a punch, my stance, etc.
Maria is my paternal grandfather that was killed. Maria for my mother’s horse in Canada. This would then be a US subversive working against the United States government killing my paternal grandfather.
My brother wore a patch on his eye as a child, I think it was to correct his lazy eye.
The elephant scene with Dabula Manzi is just storytelling, and movie stuff. It is not from real life. My father speaks Zulu. The real-life version is me at Busch Gardens when we were on vacation, I must have been thirteen, watching some show they were putting on in an outdoor stadium-type setting, and bringing the elephant on stage, then having the female performer stepping on the elephant to sit on top of him while someone else nearby, someone trained, and not just some random dude, someone nearby speaking, inaudibly, most likely, peoples names, then it looks like they continued after the names, and spoke, inaudibly, things that happened to them. It caused me so much pain I had to leave, I did not tell my parents where I was going, I just got up and left the theater. It was just too painful.
The character Miriam is for Miriam Makeba. However, be careful, the blanket and giving the blanket to Maria is about American History. It is about the giving of blankets to Indians, Native American Indians. This is the reason, one of the reasons, and yes, more than one person truly thought that tribes and different tribes would actually listen to me when I was just a child, one of the reasons I was sought after as a “teacher”. The reason the scene is in the movie and I am able to see it and understand it, it is about intention. The intention behind the giving of those blankets to American Indians.
They run this way, they run that way, meaning they have no plan. They do not look to the future and build life for children and future generations.
I planted the Russian with my brother on purpose. It was these Russians and not all of them are ex-con’s, these Russian’s who thought this notion of my family being exiled and banished from California because my brother is gay was dumb. It is also good because men like him scare men that need to be scared.
Because my brother is gay, he could not be used by proxy something people wanted, to use my brother by proxy to the male members of the British Royal family. It simply could not work because he is gay. They got me instead. I have been more than once and more than one male member it appears been used by proxy for persons in the British Royal family, and they would have been male. No, nothing about it says transgender. And, it appears to have worked very well.
The reason Stephen Dorff was cast, has to do with his real family. There is something in his real family history that will make sense. He is named P.K. for Preacher’s Kid, that is my father, he is a Preacher’s Kid.
The bed-wetting, never happened to me, I am uncertain if it happened to my brother. However, it is about these fucking assholes going to children at night and making them afraid. Afraid among other things.
The fight, I won, of course. Have you all figured out how the fight happened and what it is about? Brain research. The fight is me in my sleep with this stupid fucking asshole creating a nightmare dream of an intruder breaking into my home and murdering my whole family, leaving me the last victim to be killed. I said, no. No. No. No. NO. NO! NO! NO!
You stupid fucking idiots here gave it all back to them with the listening devices and implants.
As a child I fought probably a most feared man, and he has suffered because I DEFEATED him! You people have been lied to. It is the only way the devices and implants could have happened.
You morons let a white Afrikaner speak negatively to me at work. A man probably from a good family, who has never been in trouble or in jail, and you had him speak negatively to me. I have not wanted to write this because all I see is death. The only correction I see that will work is to send him to jail with real prisoners for some time.
Make no mistake, I am the white rabbit, not the other way around. Ask my father about the farm we visited in Oregon. The house was painted white, they had rabbits, and apple trees. There is something there. Something that is not what it appears to be and that doesn’t mean it is bad.
Geel Piet is Nelson Mandela, pay no attention to the death of the character. This was meant for me, not you. The death means Nelson Mandela was NOT defeated while in prison, not DEFEATED by the bars of incarceration. It is truly much bigger than I have time to properly write about. To properly write about.
I am not sure when Nan and Leif Gjestland went to South Africa and got that bracelet, it looks like they went before the movie was made.
My father was born in South Africa I could have dual citizenship if my father had kept his passport current. What I see is people wanting me to be seen, photographed, and standing on South African ground and soil. Because they believed in me and what it would do for the stability of the country and government. What I see is people, more than just South Africans and South Africa, asking for me over and over again. And people not being able to understand why there was never a way made for me. It is possible for money and a way to be made, to have been made for me. I have been denied nearly all my life, with finances being the biggest problem.
I have a scar on my left knee, it appears they discovered a way to target the human body with disease, infection, cancer, and things such as cysts. I had a cyst removed from my right knee. I was given a cyst intentionally. I was targeted because of the movie, Point Break. They then gave me fibroid cysts, intentionally. Specifically, because of the movie Point Break.
Race mixing and all of that in the movie The Power of One is just history. Do not read more into it since it does not exist.
PK teaching blacks is about my father teaching the Japanese exchange students in Oregon. The answer to my paternal grandfather’s death is with the host families in Oregon. The answer will be found with going through the host families, the names specifically. You will see it. You might need to question them; however, it looks like you will be able to figure it out just by their last names.
They were so excited to see me in Austria, these South African’s, straight men, were excited to see me. Just as they were excited to have me in Germany.
Gideon Duma killing Sgt. Botha, the movie makes it appear that he killed Sgt. Botha did not happen in real life. It is a wish, or a wishful notion, as a means for redemption of my dead grandfather.
I could go on, I am tired. I again weigh too much.
My mother loved elephants. If I had an animal representation of me, it would be the black bear. Do not get confused, I am in no way, anything other than me, I am in no way any other color other than me. This happened after I had my cat, Babee Bear, he looked just like a black bear from behind with his Manx tail. He was more than one color, and it is a bond between human and animal that not many people get to have or understand.
What would your animal be?
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