This isn’t me but I’ve been trying all year to get the photograph-set of me that was used for a rehearsal then for the tricked-photograph taken 2 or 3 days later, back in 1960/maybe 1959 and I have to give up waiting and just found this example as a substitute, the little girl learning to smile for a camera, session I’d been through to
page found in a 1975 Compton’s Encyclopedia — 0119-001
try to show that I hadn’t been any crosseyed until after all this invisible and unprovable “magic” had started getting all over and including me in their quest for brains to procure for their getting high and “limitlessly intelligent” and owning the world off of. The way that this tricked-photo turned out you can’t see that my eyes are normal and straight, so I could really use the set taken just the few days before this business was pulled onto poor little me.
the photo credit is YMHA Nursery School
Detroit Industry murals, lower-right south wall, paper held by Wm. R. Valentiner, the art director, then rotated to up and down.
== just below there on that 4th line.
The whole thing reads: These frescoes:
painted between July 25. 1932 and March 13. 1933 while Doctor William R. Valentiner was “Direc”=
tor of the Art Institute are the gift to the City of Detroit of (Mr.) Edsel B. Ford, President of the Art commission.
close-up of how he wrote what’s presumable “director,” hyphenated I guess:
— Kathy’s point is that that presumable Direc=tor actually looks like a sneaky way of writing Siber (-) and Core maybe, maybe “tor,” Siber-tor, for all I can guess how the system thinks about itself and then back then, in 1932, when they’d believed they’d be running the earth from space or Mars soon. I included where just above there he’d written the Doctor of his own name and the “D” there doesn’t look like the “S” of what I’m saying is sneaked-reference to
part two of the hyphenated presumable “director.”
the Siberia where the system’s long-time been sitting around conducting this Armageddon from, back from the invasion from the New World days before even the so-called Trojan “war,” probably. (Really I figure the “jan” part was the Siberian-area friend-buddy of the invaders, and the normal people wanted to throw “jan” out of their houses along with the grinning little feral-type Autist invaders fresh from
extinction the New World dinosaurs.) I’ll have to get back to this again now, but there’s also a note about how they’d written the “Mr.” part of Ford’s name, that it looks more like “Ur” to me, Ur being like the name of the Siber-area’s main place or city, and like the first and last letters, like an early abbreviation, of the place-name of Ulaanbaatar, near there. I’ll try to find the image again for a better copy of that too.
Detail from Jan Matejko’s “Jadwiga” painting titled, Dmitry of Goraj/Goray” circa 1890, detail of the left-side “staircase beings” and this previously jotted note: This is the only detail-copy I can find yet but I’m just referring to the 3 on the left side, the “Evilene” in front and then one I don’t know to guess about yet and the one at the top that isn’t in this color version well is the type I figure the fraud-parent had come from. I’m starting to suspect it’s an underworld/Jomon hoax to put these little-sized creations into charge of the underworld and it’s locking up of people for the cannibalism/serotonin industries. — I haven’t gotten to this file yet, the Matejko file. I’ll see if I can put a link ….
[I’ll leave these here for now since they’re relevant.] Here’s the, I hope, full post of this that I’d just moved, changing the title of this one just slightly to differentiate them by: Help me get to Arizona for exorcism, & witness protection
14 December, Sat., finally back. Too many subjects I’ll never be able to get to today, but I guess the main one is what a sabotage Charles Dickens was/is, like at this time of the year with that A Christmas Carol story. Offhand I’d guess they were just inventing this “holiday” was the purpose of that story’s being created and distributed, because that’s all I’m seeing in this “Mystery of Edwin Drood,” all kinds of mind-control sabotages that the story seemed to have been for, and then I’m thinking there’s some chance that Dickens had faked his death and took the cruise through the new Suez Canal and probably passed in Asia somewhere sometimes later, like in a “serotonin-den,” brain-eaters’ place.
1- it opens in an opium den, all details about what they were like.
2- Edwin calls his girlfriend Rosa Bud “Pussy” as a nickname
3- graves and spirits are a big theme
4- wine-drinking galore
== these things were all for making mind-control. In the opium den and in general he writes about these people called Lascars:
The Lascars are generally what I’ve been saying are likely from the old, anonymous “Jomon” culture, and then into that they’d met the invading New World long-lost Autists, etc. The Barnum & Bailey Circus was around London in Dickens’ time, might have been a connection there. — I didn’t bring my Dickens note page for things to check too much, am always arriving here helter-skelter, things haven’t settled back down since the dog-bite business. — Really I came here to try to make Contact-attempts with anyone and that information I’m holding in mind seems to fly whenever I get here. All I ever “Armageddon Program” do is fret over how I could find anyone to try to assist me out of this being all alone with everything situation, any kind of assistance, and it’s especially bothering me lately that when I leave on Saturday there’s nothing for Sunday, long time till I can get back here on Monday. I was trying to contact TWU but I can’t find the local admininstration contact details, as there don’t seem to be too many schools, just UH and Rice and the Community College; then I’d try to look over that latter again. I’d found their English Dept. but the person is like one of the local stereotypes that are behind my back with this and when I left the library that day there were all kinds signs of a ready parade “show” with 2 different themes, ready to do that “s*** the world” and ready to do that “Julie-love” them also, as though a bunch of people would be doing 2 different “plays” off of behind my brain…. And nothing for real life of course, except the bodies these paradists could sneak-LURE to death off of and underneath wherever I am. So I’d dropped the community college idea, leaving me with only these 2 schools that haven’t responded. So I fret, who could I try to reach, like that’s local and could be usefully on the telephone in case of bad weather, just checking to make sure I’m okay sort of a thing. It’s one of the “show” tricks that sometimes I’m constantly asked if I’m okay or alright/all right, till it gets me upset to hear the question. Passers-by ask that and I feel like they’ve been pre-informed that I’m bad-off feeling. It only seems to happen in spurts at particular locations.
George IV, 1762-1830
William IV, 1765-1837.
wikipedia dot org/wiki/The_Ecstasy_of_St._Cecilia_(Raphael) (PD)
12/16, I’d left off then after leaving here with noticing in retrospect that Ellen Ternan and Gertrude Hubbard had had some similar facial look to themselves so I wanted to get back and get right to that but the torture is killing me, it’s 4:30 p.m. before I could get here and I have to do some necessities and then leave because it’ll be dark in an hour again and they’ve got this thing with the loose dogs all around me lately.
Gertrude Mercer Hubbard 12 March 1827 ny ny d. 1909
Ellen Ternan, 3 March 1839, Rochester, england d. 1914, fulham
ck charles dickens info dot com site
smithsonianmag dot com slash /arts-culture/dickens-secret-affair-19632069/
I don’t have time to scrutinize these 2 ladies’ faces for this today if it ever could be looked into, but I would like to get mentioned that though I haven’t had a chance to check this it looks like Dickens likely’d “come from” one of those (2) longtime rabbis over London, the head rabbis, 2 that had been in the office for a long period, decades each I guess, the other one looking like “a Johns Hopkins type.” Speaking of Hopkins and or vampires, there really are genealogical evidence-bits in their family that his line went back to the Norman Conquest or some such, that some of those English had been intermarried with the Hopkinses, that I don’t have time to look into maybe ever. What else do I have to do today before facing this “play” with the stray big dogs along my path now that the hour has reached six pm. I have to pry myself out, just having gotten here. Wilkie Collins, let me try to get a look at an image of him from Dickens’ acquaintanceship. (London, 1824-1899.)
Dec. 19, Thursday — I think I’ll have to start a “new post” called 50 Years Ago, like I think one of these universities I’d just send an email to — I have to change my seat. — I didn’t change it but this system just does one “ritual” over my life after another. This is what I’d been supposed to have started with on Monday:
… — that I just found a little information on this doctor whose sister was Charlotte Bronte’s best friend, that he and this king were close friends. It’s becoming difficult with keeping these “Brits” straight for me now. If the doctor, John Nussey, was close with him, then there was also that other uncle of Victoria’s who’d then been king for 7 years, so was Nussey also close with the one whose portrait I’d put into here last week too then, above this one. == Then I have to look back at Nussey’s first boss, Richard Walker was his name, up in Yorkshire, near Leeds. I’d had it right there and didn’t realize to check on him. I put the link into the Bronte file and will try to look it up on Monday, because I think it’s a way of tracking the brain-eating system that’s been living off of poor little me, etc.Bronte family (Nicholls, Nussey, John TM 1794-1862, too)
For me to find these details again seldom happens. I’m a wreck more than usual, and this latest ritual was likely something to slow me down, retarding me all the time all my life — it’s like one of the favorite rituals of this “Jomon” type of the monsters. Charles Dickens was likely descended from the Jomons real specifically, plus it’s looking like he might have been a big specific HAUNTER of that little Queen Victoria girl-lady victim, where there was some deal about him visiting her in March before he’d allegedly passed in June, 1870, while that Mystery of Edwin Drood book was halfway through its magazine serialization debut, Dickens died and that’s why it’s unfinished, but maybe it’s unfinished because they’re morons…. I’m so unhealthy I shouldn’t even be indoors because it’s over sixty degrees and sunny outside; the paradox that I can’t get to the bus stop unless the weather’s okay and then I only go indoors on that nice of a day and don’t get out of here till about evening, etc., etc., where I couldn’t get here Tuesday and Wednesday so my head is all backed up with horrors. And everything seems to be working against me and my being able to think clearly. On the way, trying to, out the door this morning/afternoon 2 new things occurred:
1- some obscurely difficult to teeny-describe set of interconnected wisps that nobody but me would think is relevantly interesting so it isn’t worth describing right now, about its being a set up for me to find this rooming house I now can’t get out of, and
2- in trying to return this 2019 “Poisoner in Chief” biography on Sidney Gottlieb it connected in my head finally that there’s a connection, a knowing each other, between Allen Ginsberg and Sidney Gottlieb, and that that might be connected to how come I am the most (albeit invisibly-) tortured person that’s ever lived (three times over now.) Ginsberg had allegedly first experienced LSD through that MK-Ultra program in 1959, and the book more or less puts it that they’d met thereby. I’d have to check all the leads that the Notes section provides then because it’s looking like that that’s how come I’ve had this “Ginsberg-appendage” onto my brain and body. I’ll have to try to look into this and it’s in connection with the previous part that I have to look into where I’ve looked into anything I can for why these bums are doing their global-system off of innocent nobody me and increasingly I’ve been thinking that it has to do with that there’s a connection between me or my type and that guy who’d allegedly passed in 1953, Mr. Frank Olson. For that subject I’ve been afraid of the guy’s ostensible kin and so in addition to all whatever I was thinking that I might have to raise the subject with the “Poisoner’s” author, Mr. Kinzer, and so I carried the book to the library today, really hoping to unload by returning it because I’m too old to be hauling these books around anymore, can’t even carry a lightweight purse, have to use this oxygen rolly-cart without the oxygen tank in it just to carry my purse-necessities and then whatever shopping I have to haul back to the room, so before returning it I’d glanced at where I’d put book markers and there was that note on Ginsberg and Gottlieb had met in 1959 that now I’ll have to look into, but first I was going to try to type up this piece of quoting from Mrs. Gottlieb, that I’ll unpack the book and find now. Just now when I went to type unpack it came out “unplace” — how could that happen, question mark, except that these filthy things are crawling all over me and my fingers. They’re doing an earache too, which I never get and out of the blue started just as I got to the entrance here, where, the gate is unlocked for the first time since late August or just before that dogbite that I’d gotten, when the kiddies’ school term began again in late August they’d then locked what’s really the front gate to here, which I’m one of the few pedestrians that then do use it. So I’d walked through it and there was some odd car that did a peculiar stop and I made it up to this entry-area and this earache started. Believe it or not for this boring wisp-detailed way I can only do, the point #1 here is also a little connected to that, in that it’s the same stereotype as also to do with how I’d gotten to the rooming house, but I’d have to show an illustration and the only one I’ve got is of a living person so I likely could only do that if I ever found any “intelligence” but not a brain-robber person to take it this attempt to unravel this garbage system we’re in.
Click-on to be made soon, tomorrow, early Oct. 2019.
This photo here, it’s a living person but I have extenuating circumstances for why I can use it, but the photo is cropped from one with his wife and it seems his wife is a big stereotype, and it’s the stereotype, his is, that I think-suspect runs this area, under it, where this library happens to be, that they run “developments” all over the world, like the “principalities” that Eph. 6:10 warns against, etc. Then further I’ve been adding that it seems likely that they “come from” this Thackeray author and where he came from I can’t guess at any further than that little attempt on the Hubbards, of the Bell Telephone and National Geographic then industries, etc. So, I could leave here right now if it wasn’t for this heavy “Poisoner” book, and go back outside to try to get something useful done that I just learned about but because of the book I don’t think there’s any point in even trying. Better to try to disgorge some of this back-up in me from the 2 days I couldn’t get here because the cold weather is too much for me anymore. Which then goes into how the Jomon-system has only been mass-reproducing people just to place them all over the planet to say that everywhere pleasant-climate’d already been claimed by themselves or one of their “book of Life” family and brain-eating system cohorts.
Forget the “Louie-golem,” check the microphone… = I’m moving this to here in attempt to make something new because I’m afraid that it might be easy to be misled that I don’t work on this blog because I like the posts the way they fall and want to just improve them as time goes along but with the same basic content. However I can’t get back to that place where I’d seen this “golem” painting and I can’t just leave that like that because the system will do anything to sabotage me, it’s really bad all day long every day, so I’m going to try doing some new little thing to show that I do this blog maybe differently from how the blogs are “supposed to” be done with making new posts all the time, as I’m trying to get anyone to assist me with anything, (since 2005.)
Rice Univ: I forgot to mention alot of things, including that you could cancel out that onus of the “mystery” around your founding by the cleansingness of assisting with this real attempt to assist the real Universe out of all this “system.” Colleges & Us.
C. 1940, Erich Mendelsohn, Walter Peterhans, Ludwig Hilberseimer and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe in Chicago. Photo courtesy the Ludwig Karl Hilberseimer Archive, Ryerson and Burnham Archives, The Art Institute of Chicago. I’ll make a better copy soon.
— Looking for an illustration for “Weimar” because that’s where the “Vanity Fair” novel now is as it’s nearing toward its end I recall that these guys are basically from the original Bauhaus in Weimar, and then they’d come over here away from the WWII. This wouldn’t really have that much meaning to anyone but myself, because I’d spent the 10+ years in the library designed by that architect on the far-right here, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, and the one on the far-left is like my nemesis, Eric Mendelsohn architect and big member of the old MARS group of modern architects researching urban planning for the planet. — The click-on isn’t working, not even to show that I’d actually gotten a normal Permission for use of this photo from architect Hilberseimer, from his papers, there greeting Mendelsohn on his arrival to Chicago. Weimar Germany is a big deal and I’m surprised to see it in the VF, written in 1848 as though circa 1825. — Bach was Eric Mendelsohn’s favorite music and I’d looked up a little about Bach and it seems they’d been a big family in Weimar/Thuringia it was called (very confusing and I’d spent 3 years in Germany, etc.) I got the feeling that maybe the system-psychopaths had cannibalized the Bach spread-out family all through that area and that that’s where the system got this concept that they’d inherited musical talents, that have become the music everywhere today. “What a feeling!” they can have it all and are dancing for their lives! Take their passion! and make it happen, you can have it all now we’re dancing for our lives, such the thing, high on the Bach families’ brains and hearts and other parts. Today, Saturday 12/7 now, I just finished the VF novel and am full of comments about what I’ve picked up so far on it. I’ll jot them as possible at the bottom of the next, the Exorcism, file/post, and then tonight I’ll have to go back and read the Introduction where the writer had warned you to read the book first unless you want to learn the plot and the ending before reading the story, which I’m reading the story because I’m trying to keep my sanity while being this ghost-prisoner victim and so I’m really just reading the stories to keep my mind out of this gutter that the, same as the “Vanity Fair’s” Thackeray, that the same system has and is manipulating all over me, trying to ignore that and make some sort of use of this “downtime” is why I’m novel-reading, had tried to start with that “Wuthering Heights” but reading about the poor Bronte children I’d noticed this Thackeray and Dickens business and gotten onto Thackeray’s biggest-seller, and then maybe I’ll have to do some research around this murder mystery that Dickens perpetrated onto civilization as this global-system was trying to grab everywhere for themselves — which reminds me that the other big thing about the VF is that it ends with a character writing the History of the Punjaub, the Punjab region where alot of then that type of the character and likely Dickens’ also had perpetrated out and around from.
from AG Bell’s notebook on the first successful transmission, him yelling for Watson.
Looking for the copyright on the golem picture isn’t going so well again yet. — I haven’t done a thing on it, because of all these “tricks” and pranks and hogwash to cover up everything from the Armageddon bums. I’d be supposed to write to either a rabbi and or the big newspaper’s online version and those are difficult for me because, as this gets worse and worse, their whole world is parasitic off of me, but this torture would scream bloody murder maybe over my using the little illustration in trying to describe the system they’ve built. I’ll have to get back to this soon.
[1892 invitation for Marconi to visit Bell in Nova Scotia.]
… because he’d [Alexander Graham Bell] spilled acid on himself. My point is that his drawing hallucino-looks like a face involved in this telegraphy, which had grown to become these computers. The “bums” didn’t let my Mel Weinberg’s obituary photo-set through yet today. Then it might go off accidentally and be here at any time for all I can ever be sure of. —
I’ll have to fill-in all the description from yesterday, wherever it’s wound up now. I have to put this here like this for overnight.
Oct. 23. Why the NYT picked this 1980 photo for Mel Weinberg’s 2018 obituary got me to looking more closely at it and I notice that the camera-person on the far-right does look like Samuel Samuel’s brother Marcus Samuel, the 2 in big petroleum business together at the turn of the last century, c. 1900, and now I’m noticing copies of them and in business together here in Houston, so I think this photograph was emblematic of that generational sneaking-around, of that conspiracy’s going on, is why it was chosen for Abscam’s “American Hustle” Mel Weinberg last year. The photo just reached here right now and I have to sign off early today again, to try to get back to this and the fair use credit for the AP photo that I want for this. I’m having difficulty with the golem-image’s attribution for a permission. There might be a connection with Mr. Weinberg.
Forget Louie, the guy with the microphone is the same “type” as Paul Wegener who’d played “The Golem” in the circa 1914 trilogy. I can’t find a perfect (PD) illustration of him yet. https://universerescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/paul-wegener-and-family-der-golem/
cropped close-up for the guy on the far right.
I’ll have to try to look for an example from the left side.
Also it’s coming to my attention that the “Abscam” seems to have been a prelude to all this “magic” and the serotonin-distributing industry-set. Abscam was said to be abbreviation for Arab scam I think is how it goes, and then this inundation of “magic” and synchronicity and pictures everywhere and secrecy about everything down to today have followed so much that it’s the same perpetrators as I have on me, that I’d had them “Abscam” all over me when I got out of the Army and back to the states circa 1978 and the same “group from the Bronx” that’s been parasiting on me since 1960 has just continued in the same pattern, making it the “Abs-camera” for having the fraud-parent okaying the invasion of privacy or advocating for it or whatever when I’d come back to the states and moved out to San Francisco, and then to everything we’ve only got today, to where this “Receptor” book just published this year is a dumbed-down person’s explanation for where the “soma” of the “1984” novel comes from, tricking dumbed-down people that it doesn’t come from human brain of other people’s. Then also there’s some big murky-confusing deal for me to try to figure out to be able to explicate about how in 1991 I’d been hearing the political names Giuliani and Giuliano over and over and it did seem a little ominous and then in 1992-93 I got dumped with this “Armageddon Show” that I was jealous of a girl obstensively named Julie, that looks alot like a female-counterpart of this “microphone-guy” I’m trying to find out the name of, along with all these other horror-details, and the system is still doing this “Julie-” script onto me, and now I see I’m ghost-prisoner here for the winter and that the Secretary of Defense turns out to be one of those 1991 names I’d been hearing over and over again as though there was some significance beyond the ordinary to the names. I’ve got all kinds of things piled onto me, and then it got worse again with while I’m down the parasites are attacking, 2 of them this morning, just pawns the system has sitting around not doing much anyway to be thrown at (little, tiny) me whenever. I’m trying to make a file of the cellphone-sends so that when it gets so bad that I have to jot self-defense notes they’d get onto here somewhere… I’ll trim this soon, the point isn’t to take away from these particular good pictures.
— I’m going to try to get a still of the 1980/81 60 Minutes interview of Mike Wallace with Mel Weinberg where Wallace turns with a remote control as though saying “Presto!” and turning on the bar television to show some shots from that Abscam business, that to me that’s like the moment that this “black-‘magic'” and inferno-age were initiated, everything downhill since then, the system lying and growing stronger, like today, for instance, 11/22/19, off of me.
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/today-in-history/cias-black-sorcerer-scientist-sidney-gottlieb-was-a-master-of-poisons-and-mind-control/news-story/0a3cfb3c031674db9747f0c7c64588dd == The middle photo, while he was at Senate hearings, [in 1977 the caption reads,] who’s the guy on his left/our right there. I’m always trying to find a photo of John Cusack of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. The ones I’d found recently don’t look anything like the one I’d seen back in 2015 when I’d first gotten onto computers again.
[– The Kinzer biography on Gottlieb says that that other guy was his lawyer, Terry Lenzner. I’d happened to have brought about 100 pages of this, maybe near to 200, up to Mr. Lenzner’s office around 2010 or 2011, on a Veterans Day, for some reason someone had answered his office phone and said they’d be open so I brought this big bunch of this type of “Ghent Altarpiece-Armageddon” material up to there I think on Rhode Island Avenue in DC but they’d never acknowledged receipt or any contact, etc. I never hear back from anyone or have anything positive come out of all these efforts. I don’t recall the specific reason I’d thought of Mr. Lenzner as possibly being interested in any of all this offhand, some work he’d been doing back then that I’d come across, maybe to do with the Deep Throat business, back around those days.]
— I came across this because of some mention about Gottlieb’s having been Jewish, me reading on that all day yesterday because of some other mix-up onto me. And Arthur Miller — normal people persistently don’t catch on, even me, realizing that the playwright had only married to sabotage Ms. Monroe, Norma Jean Baker, just yesterday. — Wow, there’s a whole biography finally out on Gottlieb. Maybe I’ll be able to find out where in the Bronx he was from. It just came out, by Stephen Kinzer. His 2007 book on Nicaragua had had something in it I’d kept trying to pin down that had finally dwindled away somehow. I’d found, in that book and-or another book on Nicaragua by a guy named Stephen or Steven, something alluding to that that Iran-Contra business had had some little time-warp to it, to that photograph’s being taken:
Nicaragua; Sandinista returning Hasenfus; from a biography on Ronald Reagan, I think by Richard Reeves, ck date.
The caption above the photo reads in full about this bottom photo, the above photo being of four killed soldiers and just a sentence about that and then: Reagan’s secret foreign policy began to unravel in October 1986, when a cia (the culinary inst. of course,) plane supplying contra insurents was shot down. There was one survivor, a Wisconsin man named Eugene Hasenfus, captured by the Sandinistas (below). “There is no [United States] government connection,” said Reagan of the incident. But, of course, there was. Reagan had the NSC secretly avoid congressional antiwar mandate by soliciting funding from foreign countries, most notably Saudi Arabia and Bruei, and private donors, calling the contras the “moral equivalent” of America’s Founding Fathers. — My suspicious mind is focused on that photo credit though, found at the back of the Reeves biography, that there’s something bigtime wrong with the situation around the photo’s being taken. While on the subject, that Sandanista is like the big Stereotype all over the world for the Autists. I call them the Anthony-type, after Anthony of Burgundy. While looking for the photo I finally recalled the main thing I’d hoped to be able to find today and I’ll try to do that now.
This is meant to reference the 2009 book, “Breakshot,” by Kenji Gallo and Randazzo V because it seems it’s very inter-connected to all this Armageddon “Program” off of me. — Oct. 28, I just realized that the guy with the microphone is a big stereotype involved in all this and that I’ve been waiting on a permission to use a photo of one of them from this Breakshot book and now I could just refer to this reporter character here in order to try to discuss the correlation between that book and my Armageddon situation. I haven’t had a chance to try to trace this photo yet and have to leave the library for today but will get back to this manana.
Oct. 29; Today’s real bad and then I’d stumbled into double-checking on the resemblance between the type like the guy with the microphone, that I still haven’t been able to check the circumstances around that AP photo yet to maybe find out who he is, and these photos I’d been seeing from the film “Der Golem” as I’m searching on the subject of the actor Paul Wegener and then I realized that Wegener is the same as the guy with the microphone who then is the same as that Golem in the film and in looking more closely into this it gets more and more. So is the subject of the “Wuthering Heights” Bronte family that I’d hoped to be able to search-engine on today, and now the library-time is already about up and it’s cold and lousy and getting dark out there anymore once that time-change is done again this weekend, the torture enjoying this cutting down my time torture, weather-torture, etc. Dear, that reminds me, the guy who writes that old National Lampoon The Appletons cartoon is also one of these guys, I’ve been thinking about trying to write to him about all this and haven’t done so yet. I read that the system is publishing an anthology of his The Appletons and that Timberland Trails, due out next spring. One could check for the little file on them in the Stereotypes post down #20 from here on the blogroll. I’ve been trying to compare his cheekbones with Sophia Loren’s but the torture’s been making getting the PD photos from when she was a 15-year old bathing beauty difficult to get to here. “Let me” see if I can find the link…. https://UniverseRescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/Sophia-Loren-1934-Rome/
I’m almost positive those are all clear PDs but this torture will take every sniggle of a doubt I might ever have about anything as though I’m therefore incorrect about whatever the subject is and therefore do things like making getting her photo to the Stereotypes section different or I really don’t know what to this whole blog unless I go verify that, unlike Wegener’s Golem photos all of these are clear both in this country and their country of origin in case anyone in another country ever wants to look at this blog, so I’ll go do that now but then that’s all there’s time for today, and they wouldn’t let the few Sends I’d tried to send to here get through, I never know why, what any objections might be to anything, etc. — I removed the ones that seem shaky on copy rights.
Oct. 30, I’ll put this at the end of the next/the exorcism post, this being a click-on to that.
11/25, here’s the new one, Wm. Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-63, “Vanity Fair” author:
William Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-1863
But there’s more, in trying to look into this “Wuthering Heights”/Bronte family business:
Arthur Bell Nicholls, d. 1906, Ireland, had married Charlotte (“Jane Eyre” author,) the year before she’d passed at age 38, circa 1854 offhand recollection, even though I have the note in my pocket I could check right now, really I’m thinking maybe I could get the copy of Vanity Fair today instead of a whole day’s trip for it tomorrow, so now to look for the same image of this Nicholls guy as the cellphone isn’t sending, and-or I could turn that on and try that too now maybe. — Wiki says that this is AB Nicholls but the other photo is of a different person, that I’d found in a book and I don’t recall noticing where its photo credits were, I’ll have to double-check on it tonight:
Arthur Bell Nicholls, 1819 Killead, Ireland=ck -1906 Banagher, Ireland — I can’t get “them” to let the photo of the photo in the Catherine Reef recent book, The Bronte Sisters, that that book has a whole different person as being AB Nicholls. This one looks like Johns Hopkins (1795-1873) to me offhand. Then I’m thinking that the Bronte patriarch looks something like Jan Purkinje the brain anatomist, maybe. That peculiar “Wuthering Heights” book might have been psycho-inspired by this pecular assistant to the patriarch-pastor Bronte, Patrick Bronte, 1777-1861. I’m about ready to quit for today because this other neighborhood’s library doesn’t require to have this devil-parade that comes along with me. I did however find the Sidney Gottlieb new biography, only biography I think, here. I might not even peek at it till I get back to the room tonight, but I also have to find some big novel to immerse myself in over this four days without a library being open and then on that Monday I’ve got the oxygen tank-replacement delivery coming sometime that day so I might even get cabin fever-stuck in that room for five days, except for a couple of errands I’d have to run anyway but being alone in that room isn’t healthy for me so I’m looking for something to take my mind off of all this typing and work I can’t get to a library to be getting done. It’s real unlikely I’d have the nerve to be able to fill-in all that Iran-Contro inter-interconnected business crawling around in my mind, along with this bizarre Victorian Bronte family situation, mush-mush going on in my head along with my own 64 years of things that I’m just catching onto now. The thing with the Iran-Contra thing — I’ve got someone doing some LURE weird c*** to me now, wherever I go there’s the secret devil-parade, — is Claude Dubois, the Montreal large-familied gangster/”drug” dealer, me figuring that he’d been serotonin-distributing, say. Around 1984 he’s said to have gone to prison but I couldn’t find out the name of the prison and I suspect he’d gotten some substitute to do his time for him while he’d gone out and about and maybe west and then south into the U.S. There’s some newer Claude Dubois that’s a singer-entertainer and hasn’t anything to do with this notorious drug-dealer, but somehow I think there’s an interconnection into then this particular Iran-Contra photograph with Hasenfus in it. I’ll have to live with all those nano-details whirring in my mind, is why I’d be looking for a copy of Vanity Fair tomorrow and believe it or not there are only 2 branch libraries that seem to have a copy of it, me tired of all the bad trips to the central library that I’ve had over this past year or so now, like I’m trying to avoid the place anymore and so had come way out here to look for and luckily found the Gottlieb. I was going to just look to see what they have on the Bronx but then it occurred to me that the book’s title is “Poisoner In Chief” and really I’ve been being poisoned nearly every day for 10 years now, hallucino-poisoned maybe it is. I’d mentioned this here maybe in April, that I’d only gotten one lab result back on these sputum specimens and it had said something about — what do they call doo-doo, e. coli something or another -related had come up in one finding in all these 10 years of this’s happening to me, I’d mentioned that in April and then the poison seemed to have changed to some much milder form of poison, I’d barely gotten around to mentioning that that had then happened this past April, the poison formula had seemed to be less terrible, that I wake up with some sort of garbage in the back of my throat every morning, etc. Now however I’d just been to some home oxygen-recertification and they’d had some little 6 question survey about your symptoms and I’d said that I don’t have much difficulty from phlegm or mucus or coughing, and then this poison’s been getting worse, me fearing that the torturers think that this c*** in my throat when I wake up is somehow defined as being phlegm or mucus and it isn’t either of those things so I’d marked that those aren’t a problem for me and this poison’s been growing worse, so then coincidentally this book is about Gottlieb’s work with poisons so I figure I might as well look into more of like that because if anyone recalls, haha, that when I’d moved into this rooming house last year there’d been some Gottlieb-like character that had sort of pointed out a roadside grave and then turned with his old white dog or what to go in the opposite direction, and then maybe the same guy or type had wished me to enjoy the sunshine the other day, and then I’m starting to think there are whole female stereotypes that have been croaching in on me too there lately. The number of stereotypes of strangers that are all over me is unreal, all kinds of people that I haven’t any connection to whatsoever this Armageddon Program sends after me every day, like combatants out against me and in reality there’s absolutely not any connection whatsoever, it’s just how the system’s been hallucino-taking over the earth, etc.
Open Street map depiction of Sidney Gottlieb’s 1918-1936 location toward the top right (I haven’t checked what actually arrived here yet,) on Boynton Avenue around E. 172nd St., Bronx, NY, and on the left-top area is where Leon Trotsky had spent 3 months until that October/Bolshevik business called him back to Russia right away then, him at Vyse Avenue and 172nd Street, and then I guess it’s on here too where I’d gone from the birth-hospital to live in 1955 on Longfellow Avenue east of Vyse Avenue, and 172nd St. — Uhhuh, only this latter one is on there okay. Trotsky’s apartment-area is just visible but you can’t see the name Vyse Avenue, at the far left where 172nd Street can be seen, and it’s that NE corner, under the P.S. 50 and just above whatever those 2 little squares are. Sidney Gottlieb’s old house though didn’t even get onto this copy, it’s 3 blocks to the east of that Evergreen Street and 172nd Street. My point is that this is in conjunction with the photograph that looks like a high school or college yearbook type photograph, ostensibly of Mr. Gottlieb when he was young, and nearly anyone that knows much about things could see that maybe Mr. Gottlieb had looked alot like Leon Trotsky, that it’s pretty obvious. I’ll have to check the dates. Gottlieb was born in August 1918. When was that Russian “revolution” though, is “October revolution” the same as “Bolshevik revolution” and details like that. I only know what Trotsky’d looked like recently from trying to research this “Limitless” novel to explain that while they are high on human brains they feel “limitless!” but when the high wears off they’re only their regular selves again, that it’s like an illusion or some “metaphysical impossibility” that their high would be remaining to seem like they own the planet, that alot has happened since Trotsky and Diego Rivera and everybody historical’s day. — The first elementary school that I’d gone to is that P.S. 66 that’s just north of that big round school-depiction in the left-center of this map portion (Open Street Map dot org.) I cannot get “them” to let through my photo of the youth-photograph in this 2019 Stephen Kinzer biography on Gottlieb or you could see for yourself that anyone — I’d better go check when that revolution was, if it wasn’t 1917, the Trotskys leaving around November 1917 then I think I’d read, then Gottlieb couldn’t have been “from” him. — Nowadays it’s called the Russian revolution and seems to have taken place from March to November. Maybe the Trotskys had left NY in March, is more like what that had sounded like. — Okay, he left in March 1917…. That would be a long gestation. I can’t guess how they “grow” the embryoes. Baby-Gottlieb had been born with both feet clubbed. I’ll have to drop this whole subject for now I guess. — December 4, 2019, Somewhere I should be able to reach anybody for the question of if there was ever any interaction between Dr. Gottlieb and the Soviet defector to here named Pyotr/Peter Deriabin, because Deriabin (pronounced Der-ya-bin I’d read,) was a major way that the system turned here to the cannibal-system, and I don’t really be able to guess what about the “brain-harvesting” business is but I think-suspect that Mr. Deriabin and my/the fraud-parent were genetically-close. If Gottlieb had had to have interaction with Deriabin that might have been a huge factor in all this.
I figure I might as well move this to here since it’s a big mishmash. I don’t want to let it go because it might be bigger than I’m able to describe yet because I don’t have any witness or assistance in any way, shape or form; something scary for little me all alone that’s nevertheless perhaps even way less threatening than I can only guess it might be.
20 December, just a short time and I have to try to quick find that Nussey partner.