October 25, 2019
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
Yes, that was the same, if not similar feeling I had that something big was going to happen when I emailed David, I was selling our home and wanted to move to California, when my mother’s stroke happened in 2005.
This should surprise, and shock him, this man who lives in a multi-million-dollar home. I used to ride my bicycle around Walden Lake. I like bike riding, its fast. The wind cools you as you go and riding your bicycle outside is not the same and riding a stationary bike just like running outside in the fresh air is not the same as running on a treadmill.
I used to ride my bicycle around Walden Lake. It is probably why there is a lake scene(s) in the movie, Enemy of The State. There are bike and trail paths that meander and wind up and down Timberlane drive. Timberlane, Timberline Lodge, one would almost think they purposefully named the road Timberlane just to get me to live there, in Plant City, in Walden Lake. Dyslexic (?).
One afternoon (Good afternoon, my name’s Russell, UP), I took my bike to the lake, and was aware, very quickly, I had a tail. I mean a tail, another person on a bicycle, following me, and I mean on my back tire like they were only inches from me. Uh…I ain’t slowing down.
It’s what it read like, it’s what most other people would have done, stopped, let the other person pass, or perhaps this person wants or wanted to talk. Some people will truly be able to understand that sentence – alone.
No, I didn’t stop.
No, I am not stopping.
No, I went faster. And, I kept going faster from my home to where the entrance to the park at Walden Lake is, to nearly half-way around the lake, I kept going faster because this guy behind me, was on my ass. Finally, when I reached about half-way around the lake, it stopped. I looked behind me. He was gone. So, I stopped.
It’s in the movie at the beginning of the movie The Bourne Legacy, as me the director of the CIA, telling this man, you’ve got a real problem. Looks like I’ve saved his life, more than once. Please don’t tell me his house is not – brick.
Since, let ‘em come, 13 Hours, and so many other references to my home are made in movies, let me tell you how this man’s house – reads, it’s also seen in me and read from me, in another movie, I forget the name of it, I believed Hugh Jackman had been the lead, it’s about a kidnapping of his daughter, and his daughter dies, there is a tree in this film in from of his home, I believe there was a van in the scene also, it’s in the tree, there is something in the film really of him in the tree, it’s not complimentary.
His house reads, as a scream. Want to know why? Nothing ever changed. The façade never changed, the trees, landscaping never changed, there was never any life around, no people, ever inside, outside, walking to and from cars, never Christmas lights, never decorations, never anything, or any sign of life – ever. Uh, something’s wrong, then. Is it a house, or is it a front? Look too inconspicuous, and then you do look conspicuous.
Kevin on the roof in UP, that’s me, placing Christmas lights all over our house. I had a star of Bethlehem in a tree in our front yard, with reindeer.
And yes, it really was beyond my comprehension that people were not only out to get my house, attempting to kill my brother, and REPEATEDLY killing and attacking my mother, over and over again. I mean, for chrissake, I was working for Disney. Disney. It’s not like I was working as a receptionist for anything else that would read as, watch your fucking back because if you work for us, people will try and kill you.
Unfortunately, the threats, none of them, none of the strokes on my mother, my mother’s car accident, with the exception of some involvement in my brother’s car accident, none of them – none of them – look, foreign. That’s really sick.
Do you believe in God, from Angels and Demons, I have always found this scene, and this line of dialogue alone, unusual. As though the writer, author himself, placed himself, in the scene. It says, the author does believe, almost obviously, in God, yet he questions and wonders, why does God allow such atrocities to happen, to such wonderful people?
Is this conscience, deliberate, or happen-stance? Do you believe in God code, do you, BIG. Big meaning first, the store Big Lots. This is a shoe purchase, I made in the early nineties, they are seen on Emily’s character in Crazy, Stupid, Love, in the parent-teacher conference scene. A shoe purchase near Big Lots at a store that was affiliated with Sam’s Club, Bud’s. Sam’s brother.
Emily’s character is dressed, casually, yet stylish, chic, it’s close to resembling me. I wore these shoes with a car-wash skirt (it really is the term and name for it, probably why Creggan had a gift card that I used for a car wash in Plant City), to the formerly-named, Pleasure Island, at Downtown Disney, in Orlando, someone saw me walking from our car to the entrance.
Do you, Big, also references the movie, Big. It also references, do I like large men, fat men, and also, why is Cherith so overweight.
Real or not?
No, I ain’t slowing down, I ain’t stopping, and this goes together, most likely, with the movie, The Peacemaker. That bomb, that this FBI man is seen as escaping the bridge and truck being blowing up scene in The Peacemaker, that’s me, resigning from working at Dillard’s. So, what actually happened once I left?
Let me explain, I don’t have a favorite – chocolate. Other than I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate, and milk chocolate to white chocolate. There will be few people who will read this, as it is in my head.
Dark chocolate, if all you look at are the ingredients, dark chocolate has less ingredients, it is less tainted, more authentic, or pure. Also, it reads, I am a connoisseur, or truthfully, if there is another word that means something greater, or finer, than a connoisseur, that’s me. Exceptionally rare (Aladdin).
Michael used to say this all the time, I never believed Michael, or anything he did as very smart, or intelligent, champagne taste, Dr. Pepper pocketbook, about me. I was way too good, for Michael, and it was such a waste of my talent, allowing Michael to happen. That is my mother dying and that is also me, seen in the actress dying on the houseboat in the movie, Munich.
I don’t know how actresses are able to do nude scenes. It’s a really difficult scene for me to watch.
You’ve been reading it wrong, the only reason Avner’s character smells perfume in the hallway before he discovers the dead body of Carl, this is meant for me to tell this other FBI man, it’s a warning. A death threat. A warning, for him.
I do not have a favorite chocolate; this goes together with my mother’s favorite chocolates were dark covered orange peels. This is a brain memory I have of my mother and me at the Godiva store in Brandon mall. It would be why one of my trainers at Disney “used to” be the manager at the Godiva store in Brandon.
Here is my brain memory, while my mother and I were at Godiva there is a transaction taking place, not because of me or for me, it is connected to the loading dock at Dillard’s, a transaction taking place in the office of the jewelry’s store sort of to my six to eight o’ clocks, behind me. It goes together for the reasons there were trucks in the movie, The Peacemaker, and they have nothing to do with nuclear warheads.
You’ll need a compass. At the loading dock at Dillard’s. It requires a compass, so there are coordinates still to be found. It is still active and present.
I would have to watch the movie, again.
I did not work the loading dock at Dillard’s. There were only certain people who unloaded the trucks, placing those items from boxes or cartons (Zohan) to racks that were wheeled out onto the sales floor.
There is also significance to the store manager incinerating (compactor) inventory when an inventory or audit was being done of the store. It could just reference Dachau, in connection to whatever else was going on at the loading dock.
There is a hidden meaning in the conversation at The Container Store about something in her files, being a problem. It goes back to at time when I worked at Hilton and was asked to assist the secretary of (I forget her correct title) the head of the site with filing paperwork. This goes together with the back breakroom that was added after I was employed there, and it is in the glass, a wall of glass, that was filtered, so you could not see out, yet allowed the light in the room. It goes together with a real magazine company in London, and I’ve been in the office before. It’s seen in the scene in The Bourne Identity with the man crashing through the windows in Jason Bourne’s Paris apartment (details).
One reason my boyfriend is seen in Sherlock as, it won’t affect the little ones, meaning Cherith will still be able to have children, and Hugh Laurie being in Home Depot when I was there means, the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend will be able to help and solve these medical, seemingly, “natural causes of medical conditions”, mysteries, or death threats, or kills, and medical messaging. It’s probably why Hugh Laurie was cast in the television show, House.
My boyfriend will probably be able to read this best, I used to have severe occurrences of vertigo, or extreme dizziness. Movement of my head, and all of a sudden, I could not move. I would have to lie down, close my eyes, hold my head, often for as long as fifteen minutes or a half an hour before it would go away.
My mother had me go to our chiropractor for it. My chiropractor looked at me, at my face, first, as though she was checking to see if I was demon-possessed, obviously not. She asked me what I ate, was eating. What I remember was eating macaroni and cheese, the instant kind, it’s only about 300 calories, and that means diet food, if you read it correctly. After telling her, the vertigo stopped.
It looks like, this FBI man, or someone working thereabouts, probably female, not getting inaudible responses from me when they attempted, took revenge, or took it out on me. This is somewhere between the years of 2000 to 2005, before my mother’s first permanently damaging stroke.
A detail that could be of interest or important, is I misspelled Halloween at a spelling bee in my classroom in West Gresham Grade school in Gresham, Oregon. At the time it felt like, did I really misspell that word? I remember looking to my right of the classroom, so someone else was there, somehow.
Also, the movie poster for Point Break, over the shoulder to the left – that’s me, in Germany, in Dachau. The kill is at my three o’clock, the crematorium is at my six, my mother is at my nine, with the museum, mostly at my twelve.
Don’t get it confused.
Disney dining plan with wine. This was for me, when I was working there. Meaning, there were people using the Disney dining plan with wine as a message, and I truthfully, could not sell it very well. I did not have much reference to it since every time I went to the Parks, I went with my mother. No, I didn’t drink any alcohol while I was caring for my mother, such as in public, or very much at all. Very rarely. To me, it is about the same as drinking on the job while in a hospital as a nurse.
No, I don’t do that.
Again, “Nicole” who was always in the same “community” (their terminology) as me as long as I worked there before 2009, sold multiple platinum packages – a day. I never once, as long as I worked there, ever sold a platinum package. Not ever.
It’s about the equivalent to ordering Carte Blanche at the theme parks and Resorts, or a personal Black American Express card. It’s suspicious. That’s a lot of money.
The restaurant bombing scene in Zero Dark Thirty is my real kitchen in my Plant City home. Social, code, so, CAL, Crazy, Stupid, Love, this means this other FBI is probably the only other man or person with information that is still needed.
The brown-haired actress pours the wine, incorrectly. Is this done on purpose? Was this direction from the director to the actress on purpose? It has always bothered me.
This other FBI man will want to know this detail also, I had to start writing down every single reservation number of packages I sold or were on hold while working at Disney. In a review, at the beginning of my employment, they would give a report of such and such numbers that were how much I sold or made money for the company, and I had no way, whatsoever, to confirm their numbers. It felt – made-up.
If anyone had access to overhead camera’s they would be able to see my notepad, and numbers, and numbers of other reservations.
Also, this looks truly gruesome, this is what it looks like while I was working at Disney, there were top people aware my mother was suffering from a stroke, they had – no joke – several, multiple, top-level people, brain-speaking to me about, in so many words, I needed to stay employed, stay working, stop listening to the voice inside my head alerting me to, danger, danger, danger, danger, problem, problems, danger, danger.
This is what I felt like while taking phone calls, knowing my mother being unresponsive to my emails, was in trouble, it felt like – you’re a bad employee if you leave before the end your shift.
That is truly gruesome, manipulation. It’s unspeakable.
If this is in any way true, what would the purpose, the logical purpose be of not assisting my mother to get emergency medical help while suffering from a stroke? These are the roadblocks, or traffic as seen before the restaurant bombing scene in Zero Dark Thirty.
What could possibly be the logic?
There is none.
This goes together with a person that may or may not be still alive, from my employment before 9/11. Standing, sitting, watching the planes crash over and over again into The World Trade Center, doesn’t make sense. I also, should have known, is what it feels like. Something, a clue, a hint, something, and there’s – nothing.
It means they were in the building with me, almost all of my employment at Hilton. And that means, they were working against the United States government.
It’s in the scene in Sherlock with the dog episode, Sherlock in an upper booth, talking and manipulating Watson’s emotions. It reads, be real careful because it is NOT Patel, another person of unscrupulous means, for money, manipulating phone calls and data while I was employed. For money, Zero Dark Thirty.
Also, for money, in Zero Dark Thirty, is also referencing this man, in his multi-million-dollar home.
I think, the real reason they shut the power off to the whole neighborhood, so I would remember the night, and being the one who got them the information and location of Osama Bin Laden, it reads, people were aware, that neighbors were manipulating – data. Like our electric bill. Our electric bill was way too expensive for a house our size.
Some months it was nearly five, get it, five hundred dollars. That doesn’t add up for a house of our square footage. It just doesn’t. So, what else were they manipulating? That is close to extortion.
Probably, the only reason? As a means to financially cripple my family, so intelligence could not use my family to get work orders to – Washington, DC. That’s subversion.
I have no idea why they started towing vehicles from along side the drive or road here in front of my current house. It makes no sense. A vehicle pulled over to the side, in front of houses, are not blocking traffic. If a house has a visitor and the driveway is in use, it only makes sense for the visitor to park in front of the home it is visiting.
The towing of vehicles because they are not parked in visitor parking places, truthfully, to me, just says it’s a means and a scam to procure money, for the towing company. Nothing more. There is absolutely no intelligence to it, whatsoever. Or, any other real communications. Just like a lot of “other” occurrences here involving the HOA, and former friends speaking to me.
I won’t love him less. David. I won’t necessarily love him more, but I won’t love him less.
Tea towels at the Polo House. This is for the bike-riding man, he will probably be surprised, and you will still get intel from it. That is the name of the house in Walden Lake, it is called the Polo House.
The City of Plant City had a Christmas tour of homes, I forget the year. It was a purchase. We paid money to tour the homes, my mother and I went. One of the houses was the Polo House. One bathroom had wood sinks. Wood sinks?! How does a person care for a wooden sink? I thought that was an interesting choice.
However, the towels in the Master bathroom, on the towel rack…um, what?! Blaringly in my face. They weren’t hand towels, or bath towels, or wash cloths, they were tea towels that were so worn out they were close to being rags.
Do you really want to tell me that the owners of a multi-million-dollar home dry their hands after using the toilet, with those towels?!
To me it says, someone believed I would understand and believe I was meant to go out and buy new towels. Because some of the towels in our home were as old as our Simi Valley, California home from 1978. I didn’t.
He should be able to tell you why I made the correct decision. About not purchasing new towels.
It says, don’t touch, cowboys. It looks like allegiance, if you use it wisely.
Somebody lost their mind, a little bit. Meaning, they took offense for me because my reaction to Courtney being responsible for my mother’s execution and murder, was too controlled, meaning, I earned respect, immediately. For him.
Boyfriend, these young men are glad they have a purpose. People don’t let it go to their heads. They are still young of mind.
And, this other mother, that my boyfriend wanted to have communications with, this other Christian mother, singer, and woman; he wants her to know, he really likes her, and it doesn’t matter to him what she looks like. That is for her to know, from him, a murder, the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend.
Family fears news story is false.
Yes, my Apple shuffle was stolen from this house, my brother replaced it with another as a birthday present. Mine had the inscription, what to do with the time given. He’s inscription says, Happy Birthday.
Also, after Edison, summer 2014, one afternoon attempting to go to the grocery store, a man stole my Coach (Eric) wallet from my purse, so I could not purchase my groceries. I had to go home without food, to discover my wallet on my dresser.
It says, he (Edison) would never have been able to get near me, without help. Be careful. I am Keyser-fucking-Soze, I have real allegiances of real criminals behind bars who are not bothered by committing more crimes. Don’t be stupid.
Drug mule cat gets caught is a real and true story.
What you just showed me up my nose is that Courtney enjoys the killing, killings, manipulation, and will do it – again. At present, non-rehabitable.
This photo of the colonial shows that Vietnam war generals, military men were hatching, hacking, wounding, hacking to death our POW’s. It goes together with the scene in Spy Games of the sniper, in real life, it was a kill, by way of me, of a real Vietnamese general (probably) responsible for torturing our POW’s.
This also goes together with the reporter of the Guardian being shot in the head in the movie, The Bourne Legacy, that goes together with my mother driving our family van in California, in a shopping mall parking lot, before seatbelts were required by law to be worn, and the dent my head made in the dashboard, as my mother had to brake suddenly, probably because someone was trying to leave too quickly after having been spotted by me as a child, and that goes together with the eyeball scene in Point Break, and Fried Green Tomatoes with the young woman stealing Evelyn’s parking place.
Also, I’ve spent a lot of money over the years on every one of my vehicles for – brakes. It goes together, Eric, with this dialogue, from 13 Hours, he’s trying to rip me off, and my white Mitsubishi Galant, and vehicle work done on the car including, a brake job.
US girl wins her case story is, false.
African fashion models are, trouble.
Eric is right, he is correct about Courtney.
Trump critic news story is ok, and that means the man not in the photo.
Humble judge is ok, and that means the man not in the photo.
Yeah, I wore my no black sir t-shirt to protect Kanye West, and I don’t have to explain the reason – why. Got it?!
The sunglasses scene in Zero Dark Thirty of the CIA bombing, does suggest that Michael and this man in LA that used me for intel at the restaurant, worked together when I lived with Michael. No, I did not approve either of them.
Dreaming of making food for men last night, I made a recipe of a graham cracker crust, a portion of pumpkin pie on top, then dipped in dark chocolate, cooled, served bite size, or a slightly bigger than a bite size. Does that sound good to anyone?
Also, what about – pumpkin balls? Pumpkin pie, melon ball sized covered in a sweet batter, deep fried, sprinkled with powered sugar? Does that sound good?
Too bad I have no men in this house, to feed.