WARNING-Please read the LURE WARNING/S Above Here 1st

Feb. 2020; Pls. see the bottom here for updates; beware the LURE Continue reading

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Puffed Dragon (ph. MAS)

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30 June, 2020 19:55

Ingres coronation charles vii.jpg

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10 June, 2020 10:21

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8 June, 2020 15:23

See Comments below for licensing.
File:Andrew Card discretely telling US President George W. Bush about the September 11 attacks.jpg

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5 June, 2020 10:17

I’m re-typing the header-banner:
Brain-damaged Brain-eating Brain-invaders are forcing us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION and doing so by sneak-using me as a LURE bait-gimmick, gathering and "disappearing" crowds and individuals attracted by the lie-script that I’m out here trying to "save the world," come look, when really they’re internally-torturing me 24/7 all these decades now, all the volunteer-types gone while the global underworld thrives. Check the WARNINGS and don’t get involved or be LURED by that I’m looking for a business manager for this.

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4 June, 2020 14:22

Bronx, NY…………………..

img_20171023_210107.jpg?w=640 Bathgate Avenue Market, Bronx, NY, 1930s by Arthur Rothstein, Farm Security Administration

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3 June, 2020 21:59

"Kindred Spirits by Thos. Cole"
File:Asher Durand Kindred Spirits.jpgThe PD’s in the Comments.

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23 May, 2020 14:24

My "search-engine" turned back off last night; I’m too p***noid to use the word internet most of the time. "Coincidentally" I was trying to figure if I should put a copy of the "Kindred Spirits" painting here in this spot. — Now I don’t know when/if I’ll be able to see this blog again, maybe at a "BK" like I’ll be trying to send this from soon, today being 5/23/20. — The painting came up because it had just plopped up on this cellphone screen somehow and had diverted me in reading on WC Bryant for a day or so and I got back to the Bell material but not to the Brant yet and I thought a Thomas Cole post here would make a good place for the Johns Hopkins material and I started reading on the purchase of it from the NYPL and the seo went off and it occurred to me that the painting mentioned in the Limitless story is on the Connecticut River. I have to turn off the cellphone.. — Back. It"s seeming like both Bell and Cole and many others thereby or therefore were impostors/impostors. Then that maybe they just attach to someone like Th. A. Watson or John Carroll and further parasite from off of them… and now some big sneaked scene has me thinking that it "means" that I’d been used for a or the main Armageddon means in 2000 when I’d first gone to WDC and gotten into a peculiar "crush" on a female instructor, this "show" just doing this huge scene with a type like her as though hybridized with a fraud-parent type and then signs that off of that situation of the unawares crush the 2 or more types "packed up" the country. I have to try to send this and then don’t think I’ll be able to send or receive except maybe by telephone….

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21 May, 2020 14:31

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Grand BendCitations are in the Comments below here:

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File:Bell Memorial.jpg – Wikimedia Commons

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bell_Memorial.jpgThe Bells lived in Brantford, Ontario, named after Joseph Brant and his sister. That’s Bell at the 1917 unveiling. That’s where I figure the system had smuggled in many fertilized "eggs" through the St. Lawrence River from over in Siberia, then perpetrated the 1776 and lots of lesser-known wars. It’s near Niagara Falls and Buffalo. The monument/memorial is so odd I’ll try to see if the artist, Walter Allward, had made any descriptions of it. None of my material’s been getting through.

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Honesty is the best policy

File: Prince Maximilian zu Wied-Neuwied with Joachim Quäck on the hunt in the Brazilian jungle.jpg

Prince Maximilian of Wied-Neuwied with Joachim Quäck on the hunt in the Brazilian jungle; by Johann Heinrich Richter c. 1828 (Stuttgart,) from the Brazilian Library of Robert Bosch GmbH, Catalog Volume II: Estate of Prince Maximilian zu Wied-Neuwied Part 1: Illustrations for the journey from 1815 to 1817 in Brazil. Edited by Renate Löschner. German publishing house Stuttgart.

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4 May, 2020 20:04

"Rabbi Loew and the Golem of Prague"
Golem of Prague

Rabbi Loew and the Golem of Prague

I can’t yet trace who’d made the painting. I’d found it in Robin Bates’ "Better Living Through Beowulf" literature blog, Feb. 1, 2015, "The Golem, A.I., and God." He’d cited an article by R. Blech and I couldn’t find an attribution, then I barely tried the website his article was posted on, forward dot com, but I didn’t hear back from them, I think it’s fair use to use the image in trying to describe what the "staircase #1 types" are like but I haven’t thought that those might be the golem’s type, but it has me trying to figure if they might possibly be a hybrid off of the film’s type. "Let me" try to go find that actor’s name again. — Paul Wegener, 1874-1948.
This hadn’t get through yet:
Here’s the other half…

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4 May, 2020 16:51

Here’s the other half…

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4 May, 2020 16:46

Here’s the other half…

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4 May, 2020 16:25

There’s somehow some extra money on my social security-only heretofore bank card, enough that I could/can likely manage to get to that small town in Arizona but I was only going to start making a better preparation for that this evening or so with trying to work on these scraps of notepapers that are too heavy for me, anything is. I don’t know how I go about tracing where this thousand or so extra dollars came from, will have to make calls on Monday, but the thing is I’m not prepared to run right away, tethered to the oxygen, but its early in the year so maybe I can work out something, sitting here screaming mentally at least that its a brain-harvesting LURE quicksand-like entrapment, how long. till I manage to get out of that. Last week I’d used a different type of an atm and hit a wrong button and I think it cost me five dollars for a summary of my account/s and I’d looked as best I can and it seemed like what I figure, but I haven’t been able to but barely glance at the receipts roughly since February, so my eyes just flew over it again today like that and I noticed it seemed too high and finally looked now and somehow it is about an extra thousand compared to the 8- or maybe 900, about 860, that I thought it would be, about ensuring I’ll be able to get myself out of here now, but I still have to thin this paper mass, and I have to find some contact over there because otherwise its like unauthorized travel and I wind up in emergency rooms. I’d just left this letter before the atm:
1 May, 2020; Dear Pharmacy Outpt. Dir.,
I think longterm mercury poisoning is another aspect of what makes the system unfathomable, intractable.
I don’t use the VAMC address except with the pharmacy because I’d felt
there’s connection to LURE-abuse, and when I’d been bitten by a dog and hospitalized x2 last September I’d been cajoled into giving the address of this weekly room I have to rent for the oxygen equipment I’m tethered to but I’m always looking to get out of this LURE-trap, but the system keeps everyone away for continued sneak-use of myself as a LURE-gimmick, by which its global-system has taken over everything. Especially it doesn’t let me make any money from my blog, UniverseRescueKathyFoshay WordPressCom dot WordPress dot com.
p.2; As alchemists the brain-eaters with disabilities had used mercury in trying to make gold (and many other uses) and developed effects of longtime mercury poisoning, basically that they’re trapped in involuntary retardedness.
The whole anthropophagy (cannibalism) -system is for the ulterior motive of getting the decapitations’ brain chemicals, till they’ve just been mass-birthing people for brain harvesting.
I got put into this when the MKUltra project couldn’t find or make good "lsd" and morphed into the underworld "French Connection" scam. I’m a ghost-prisoner with little research materials-access but it’s seeming the system also attached its pornography obsession onto this 1962, and maybe also its whole secret "growing people" from disembodied ovae, strategy, following me out of the Bronx with all that in 1973 when I’d joined the Army. There’s also always the "petroleum scam."
My point is always that there were goings-on in Prehistory that caused the unnatural disappearance of the natural animals meant for our food and transportation. I’ve been trying to get to the Southwest for researches on that, only came to Houston for the 2018-19 winter, but then the system’s still just been sitting on to sabotage me.

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23 April, 2020 14:29

Sure enough it hadn’t gotten through completely, here’s the rest of the previous send, then I’m trying to figure how to try to reach the Victim Service again, anything, as this all continues to worsen like I’m a microcosm, etc. I’ll sign off with the 4 ellipse-dots so a reader could know if the whole send reached:
April 2020 again; Request to be realistic about the system’s intentions by reading my blog and assisting me to do Prehistory research (from Arizona, exorcizing the system starting from Fort Huachuca:) I wasn’t able to meet anyone in Houston and realize the system’s manipulated me into being as a ghost-prisoner again, as previously in a rented room in San Francisco and then most of this millennium in the homeless shelter near the Capitol in Washington till I’d turned 62 and left on retirement social security. Then I was able to get near but couldn’t afford to visit the Kennedy Space Center and then this similar situation here and trying to describe since 2014 that space was like an unrecognized crime scene when the astronauts got there because of all the psychoto-psychopathy on earth for who knows how long, me figuring we’d had a tribe that persisted in trying to walk to where the sun seems to rise up off if the earth in the mornings till they’d actually crossed Beringia but that they’d arrived weather-battered, collapsed into dinosaur nests and become addicted to the hallucinogen-laced mash the adults fed to the young and the visitors began breaking the unhatched eggs to mitigate* competition for the mash, resulting in the unnatural extinction of the animals meant for humans’ food and transportation now, (*wee small reference to this current situation.) When the eggs were gone and they got back on the west side of Beringia they’d found allies and more or less invaded Troy and everywhere, sneaking around and claiming everywhere and everyone, then learning to mass-reproduce themselves by stealing ovaries. I found a good "profile" of their "magicians" in the 1967 story "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Garcia Marquez. Page 1: … "A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as Melquiades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned alchemists of Macedonia," about magnets. The mention of Macedonia makes me figure a connection between this figurehead system-stereotype and the Alexander the Great character, but I’d gone to reread this because I try to figure what "sparrow hands" would be like, that I don’t think sparrows or other birds have any hands, because I recollect reading Alexander Graham Bell’s assistant Thomas A. Watson’s description that Bell had run into difficulty that his fingers couldn’t do the small work on the early telephone any longer is how he’d come to go to the shop Watson was working in, was how they’d teamed up, so that doesn’t sound like hands of a sparrow, but I’d have to check the original Spanish, the English translation released in 1969 and me figuring that that was for connection with the space venture, maybe Glenn similar in type to the protagonist in some inscrutable to outsiders ways.

If you know what the pilgrim St. Christopher looked like crossing a river with the little tyke holding the glass ball and sceptre, that’s my idea on how a Melquiades -type "magician" generally had a partner that hoped their business would grow to one day reaching the figure of "666" fertilized embryos from a single ovary, and I’ve got all kinds of that type protecting their global-system parasitism off of me. Then in December I began realizing that what I’ve been writing letters saying was my entrapment by the "magic" behind the 1961-62 Brooklyn and Bronx real-life "French Connection" smuggling scam I’m seeing now had come from the infamous MKUltra mind control and lsd project but real or "good" of the latter comes from serotonin and that’s illegal to try to get so the project I figure had shifted to those NY undergrounds and my life made lousy toward unawares assistance as the Melquiades and 666s trended toward global brain-harvesting for their supply and demand fulfillments. Now that I read that the MKUltra project or the lsd part of it had lessened by 1963 I notice Allen Dulles had resigned in Nov. 1961, around when the ship would have been preparing to leave France headed for the new port in Montreal since the St. Lawrence River had been made into becoming the St. Lawrence Seaway and that’s causing me to think that he might have had a role in the underground procurement and trafficking that that smuggling had been for but then I notice that he and former Vice President Nixon must have spent a lot of time together, then I’ve been positing that "Watergate" was a code for a place the had lived in in the Bronx, and a small bit about checkers like Nixon’s daughter’s dog’s name, that there’s a lot of missing goings-on here but it’s real obvious that space is like magnificent desolation and I’m trying to point out that run amok and addicted psychopathy has been steadily destroying everything mostly based on that the dinosaurs were extincted by wanton destruction of their eggs and the system people are going to let everything die off unless some responsible adult could get a contact call through to me somehow. There are so many interconnected details, sorry. Sincerely, Kathy Foshay, (202) ph#
4/23/20, Thursday, now I’m thinking that that early 1960s Bay of Pigs Invasion might have been connected to that Bathgate Avenue Market, Bronx, that it was being turned into a bigger slaughterhouse with maybe the populace screaming, maybe attention being diverted to think about the system’s playland in Cuba while it was going on, the system believing, "limitlessly" high, it would soon be rich from robbing the sky, space, ruling earth from Mars and concepts like that, and now it’s "riding" me as though its whole cannibalism system, culture and way of life, depends on making garbage onto and off of my little every moment.
The "OHYOS" story constantly intimated that the protagonists had evolved and descended from pigs, and it closes with what I call "cannibal ants" as there really are (teeny but still…) little biting ants all over the place here. I’m still trying to get to about the Habsburgs’ origins. I’ll likely regret this later but I think I’d feel better if this was sent and safely received at the blog, it makes me nervous on top of everything else to wait till last minute on a send-attempt. Nobody talks to me and I don’t use the little radio for other weird reasons so even less than before I don’t have any idea how the rest of the world might really be doing, just the general impression that the "serotoninists," the addicts, seem flying high, which reminds that there’s an unprovability similarity between the cannibalism and that "lsd" comes from brain chemicals, like in the "Receptor" story where they’re off to Brazil instead of looking into the underground here. I’d learned about it from books researching Autism, as being the system-makers’ unrecognized problem and in "Autism, the Facts," Dr. Simon Baron-Cohen mentions that 30% of those diagnosed have some serotonin imbalance and that led to mushrooms and then a molecular diagram of Albert Hofmann’s LSD-25 in comparison with serotonin’s, that being close isn’t the same as being interchangeable though is what I think had happened with Allen Dulles and that WWII generation, that the Melquiades-system set them to close the gap between serotonin and almost-the-same lsd-25 ergot-mixture. I’m thinking they’d worked on that through the 1950s and decided to try to sneak-get brain through the Brooklyn and Bronx undergrounds, throwing me into their quest. Now the system’s only been doing distractions and coverups since 1969’s moon landing showed that space wasn’t anything like the anonymous system-people had thought they were headed for, and they have me all trapped here in Houston to make me feel hysterical as they’re sneak "playing" any kind of I don’t can guess what behind my back as though their cannibalism system is the most important thing to keep secure while it hasn’t anything to do with the Universe Rescue I’m trying to think about, the Melquiades-system only let’s me think of themselves, Repetition Romper Room all day long every day, 27 years if this "Armageddon Show/Program/real-life (Armageddon) -making." I don’t have any idea how anybody is really doing around this farcical Corona-Covid b.s. but its always obvious I think that the system isn’t sustainable and it should be obvious too now that it won’t admit that it isn’t sustainable after all, and now this weird social distancing must only be for keeping all the lies going. I can’t guess how much effect mercury poisoning might have had on the Melquiades type, if it added any stubbornness not to admit to having been wrong, because from this invisible/unprovable onto me it feels like they always plan on keeping the past and reality a secret, like Mustafa Mind in the Huxley "Brave New World," 1932. When I went out on Tues., the 21, for the first time they used the secret weapon of the hallucinogen-laced strings onto my brain that they’d ritualized for after the car-hit in 2015, out of nowhere the, figurehead, "MIOC, Man in Oriental Portrait" Melquiades -type Aemageddon-director figurehead I have the NGA portrait of all around here of, just started sadistically yanking on the long-prepared trick ability strings like to show me who is boss of me and that I haven’t any options (or hope.) That’s a microcosm of MKUltra’s mind control. Then I’d somehow gotten into some sort of a back-rent situation and got the money for that but this morning I couldn’t find the 2 twenties I’d gotten for me. and the receipts on the back-rents say 4/18-24 and 4/25-5/1, and then the little "garbage-‘magic,’" and ideas of reference to that I’m being paid off for being part of a "team" for the Armageddon, things normal people can’t even put into words, etc.
So I was too upset to try to get to the VA pharmacy about this water-pill refill now, the last pill being tomorrow and this a long wrestling to try to force me to say that this horror place is my address, for the LURE the system’s always doing behind my back, the MIOC/Melquiadeses figure they have me prisoner tethered to this oxygen and for the first time they’re throwing money around, by that whole extra 4/25-5/1 receipt. Then I’d added $20 for or toward accumulated late fees and "the rent-boy" had handed that back on the basis of the Corona disruption. I would tell him about the 2 twenties I can’t find and that I have to look at a calendar and check my notes on the rent days but the "Melquiades ‘magician/s’" really invisibly run this place and make anything normal about impossible, — where I’d known all this from the 27 years of this "show," that that’s just going to follow me here and dig in to build what they want under wherever I go. It’s already 2pm and I’m too nervous that the later it gets the bigger the incomplete arrival of this. It’s even seeming like getting me into the Army (1973-76) and now VA was for the underworld, Armageddon, etc…

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Earth Day notes I’ll try to send tomorrow, the 23rd.

[Since tomorrow is Earth Day I’m thinking to keep adding to where I’d had to leave off last night on finally getting another mention of the horror-situation off to the big Space Center here, and then I finally got out for getting this back-rent situation I somehow got into via personal and Corona/Covid situations but the oxygen ran out right away and I was trapped in that slow-moving suspended animation situation and realized that the system had all these pseudo-world performers all over me and it led to alot of thoughts and interconnections and I was able to figure more about the system and how it’d gotten this way and the Melquiades character, but mostly it was a microcosm description for how the MKUltra’s mind control aspirations had gone, that they only wreck lives. That circa 1930 Diego Rivera Detroit mural set had allusions to lobotomy and to that European Black Hand Society with the blonde at the subway car door, that these are generational persistent sneaks. On the Subject line for this second note to the Space Center that it had actually been a big failure and show that the system doesn’t have reality-connection I’d put — Request to be realistic about the system’s intentions by reading my blog and assisting me to do Prehistory research (from Arizona, exorcizing the system starting from Fort Huachuca) — I can’t get this finished tonight and the nightime sends haven’t been arriving at the blog complete but I’m near sure to be late tomorrow and would like something there for Earth Day, the pale blue dot gem of the totality, etc….
Dear Space Center Houston, Mr. Harris, I’d managed to get this short descriptive-attempt letter mailed to you last year but not to make any follow-up till now I’m giving Contact another try:

2 June 2019; Dear Houston Space Center, Mr. Harris, CEO,
Try as I might I haven’t been able to get to the Space Center in time to learn enough specific background to be able to write to anyone there before this 50th anniversary coming up to try to interject that the space-venture’s prime-moving had come from the secret underworld and that that comes from insane people who are wilfully taking us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION, total earth extinction, in reality (of which there is only one.)
It’s all very subtle, sneaky, and they make the fool out of me as I’m forced to try to explain about all the system’s (top-secret) invisible warfare. Some of the insane people’s ancestors had extincted the dinosaurs by egg-smashing and over the millennia they’ve hooked up this global-system and keep everything covered up about mostly through sadism, especially where they’d been dead wrong about the whole nature of space and that the space-venture had been a massive failure for their secret underground selves and they won’t let it go, persist in their patterns. I’ve tried everything I can but the system uses my letters to make themselves more in power. It is dangerous but I have to ask you try to find me a contact. Sincerely, Kathy Foshay

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(victim services unit)

April 3, 2020, Friday pm; I’ve been trying to re-reach you all this new year, realizing that my victimization comes from that infamous old MKULTRA mind control and LSD project, and now this Corona-Covid-19 business is for the continued coverup of all these victimizations of me by the general whole global-system. I’d like to visit your office to better be able to try to go over everything with anyone. I had to start trying to put some of this onto the blog from this little breaking cellphone and then found out that they’ve got all the libraries closed as part of this cover up by keeping me lied-about ghost-,prisoner, etc. I hope this note will get through and then I’ll call and try to get an appointment to visit your office for trying to get assistance because this global-system is (a farce) really taking us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION. I’m trying to get my elderly now self and Universe Rescue blog to the Fort Huachuca/Sierra Vista, Arizona for getting through to them about all this, if you could assist, please. Sincerely, Kathy Foshay

Good morning Ms. Foshay,

I am unsure how to refer you for the concerns you mention below (old MKULTRA mind control and LSD project). Perhaps you should have this discussion with your primary health care provider.

As I am certain you are aware, a stay at home recommendation has been in effect for a few weeks now. It is still in place. You are free to call me, but an office visit is not advised. We are observing health safety practices, and trust you are as well.

Best regards,

Criminal Investigations Command | Victim Services Unit

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Incident #1153582-19

(These were sent by me on April 7 and (the next one) April 10, (Tuesday and Friday.) I’ll try to find the first one. The ones from last year are likely on the Navigation bar.
Thanks for replying. The system has me in a near-death situation so I can’t improve how I can say this and I hope you don’t take offense of course but I’d tried to look for search-ebgine images of you and the dew I found offhand look like they’re of what I generally call being of the "666" stereotype! but maybe that could be put to good use if you wanted to look into a story-character’s being used as a figurehead for the type, the grown grandson of the Frank Olson alleged victim-type in the 2019 "Receptor" storybook by Alan Glynn that’s based on that part of the "MKultra" as I’m spelling it, govt. program. I have difficulties galore with this but they could possibly be straightened out with your assistance in reviewing my figuring around the grown grandchild character, where for instance I’d skipped all the chapters he’s in and I can’t read the real-life son’s blog or one of the type’s blogs called Universe Today, as the type had been like the supervisor of the rituals around me getting tapped in a car-hit in 2015, which seems to have crested these Corona and Covid-19 situations as coverup for that the underworld-system came from crazies and isn’t actually sustainable, etc. The "Receptor" character is what I’d like for you to look at and maybe there’d be a nice way out of this TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION the "Melquiades" petroleum-obsessed system-magicians demand, etc. Also the Catholic Charities was started by the "Shahan/666" type, that they’ve just been a big part of all this Armageddon Program, etc. Then there’s an aspect where while he’s not really Olson’s son I’m from Olson’s type so all this got sneak-dumped onto me. I just had a tele-talk with the health care provider and she’s going to call back on Monday. I hope you’d look at the letter to the pharmacy that I just sent to the blog; any questions or comments could be useful. Also, they’ve got me like surrounded by stray and unstray dogs out here at this E. Magnolia and Fennell Streets unspeakable trap I’m in per the brain-harvesting quest of the MKultra, which had been just a trick by the c. WWII Swiss, wrapped up with the misbegotten space-venture, etc….

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16 April, 2020 13:22

16 April, now this hadn’t stayed attached to the bottom of the continuation-attempt. That first word is link. I’d found it but couldn’t figure how to send it yet, think it’s in a draft file. I’m sure the elementary school would object to its logo as being of St. Christopher and his "666" boy. The search-engine probably has some with a biybwith a glass ball — which now reminds me I think there’s an Autism book titled Girl with a Glass Ball but when I’d requested it once it"s a Scandinavian book about a toddler boy and his situation or Autism. It hadn’t seemed to be too interesting. I think it might have been mentioned by Ms. (Judy) Barron in their "There’s a Boy in Here" somewhere. Link for the St. Christopher and 666-boy school logo image (Park Place)Ray Sweeney is the name of the possible 666-figurehead as characterized in the recent "Receptor" story.
I’d written to the Houston Area Women’s Center when I first started having to get out of this weekly room but they only deal with domestic violence but might make an exception at your request. There might be a link between that difficulty-set and the 666-type that you might have luck trying to find answers from where others wouldn’t.
Like the story-character Melquiades is the profiles figurehead for his global-system’s "magicians," Ray Sweeney might could be so for the modern 666s, then I’m just learning about the character David Axelrod in the 1979 story (441 pages) "Endless Love" by author Scott Spencer, and it sounds like he could be a figurehead for what I’m positing are the long-lost dinosaur-extincting people with the Prehistoric-descended Autism-psychopathy (and addictions) that is behind this route to extinction, had partnered with the Melquiades type.
For instance, perhaps the 666s are a hybrid from those with the invaded Old World people’s genes.
There are alit if interconnections here to petroleum and rocket science.
Friday, 10 April, I’d had a terrible sleep time and finally am realizing the system has been doing this "Bell Jar" vacuum way of cutting off NY breathing air invisibly so that I’ve been being tortured by that incessantly without any awareness if that trick’s use, and I’d started making these few notes around 3am: (horrible insomnia trick-torture-set all night now, Bell jar tricks, and when I called the Mel. perpetrator a rotten stupid phony it started wrestling piss out to soil my clothes– They’re setting my O2 to emergency-low is how they’ve been running this scam all year but I haven’t measured it till tonight to try to trace what they’re doing. With it so low I don’t feel comfortable and am up all night to suck more O2, etc.) In the course of 2 minutes for instance they’ve been cutting my oxygen-ratio inside if me from 90% to 50%, a near-emergency level, so that when I try to leave this room, as with now to go get its rent for the coming week, the torture’s been doing this O2-level truck and I feel too weak to be able to walk, and then the dogs come over from across the street and I give up and am stranded here like this. — I hope the full content of these little notes reaches you. Also, I’m using the partner-book to "Receptor," "Limitless," as example that when the smart pills/extra serotonin runs out the limitkessly-intelligent boys are only back to their ordinary selves, they have to be high to feel superior, supply is the main thing in their minds and that’s where I’d gotten conscripted into this back in 1962, that Bronx-French Connection offshoot of the MKultra, because there wasn’t any legal means for getting brain chemicals, etc.

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