GW 2014. .pdf. — page 3 is missing, there’s a little more about Dr. Grandin on it, and page 16 is missing from that scam and I have it here now so I’ll type it:
(page 16-) Like a child the people with the Autism and their partners only don’t want to get caught and retributed, would rather that the planet and everything on it just die off. So I’m always trying to find assistance with the letter-writing to try to get the Autism recognized. I’ve only found one book that’s useful. Most of the material has what I call the “Past-Lives Captivity Trauma” confused for the Autism. What I figure happened is that early walking people were entranced by the sight of the sun in the morning, as it looks like it’s rising, but one group couldn’t be deterred from trying to “catch” the sun before it “rises” from the ground and got ill forcing their way over Beringia, then were over in this New World with no other humans for no guessing how long, 40.000-250,000 years I’d guess. It looks to me like they’d done their first home-takeover to dinosaur nests, moving in for warmth and the food brought to the hatchlings…
(p.17) I figure that there were alot (sic) of hallucinogenic plants evolving and the dinosaurs would bring back mouth-mashed flowers and mushroom-toadstools and toads with hallucinogens in their skin and such as that for diet for the young and the humans found no big reason to ever leave the nesting areas till extinction had occurred from their strategy of egg-smashing so the young weren’t born to be competition for the food… (etc, to our extinction on its eventual way now in 2017, etc. kathy foshay.)
12/5/18, Wednesday, way out of control invisible-torture, “goddamning” me while doing their world-takeover Armageddon off of me as the or a bottom-gimmick. I’m a wreck trying to think and function from the lack of sleep for mostly just that purpose, gratuitously waking so I won’t want to wake up and then will be all “rushed” to try to get in this time here now where all I’d mostly cared to do today was to get some old typing done. — Maybe this’ll be easier for me, just to do it here, figuring it will take a few days while I’m trying to work on the “Limitless” notes also. I’ll try to type up this pdf, it’s from the second time I’d been forced into an ambulance over a phonied-up medical problem, the first being the previous month over a bedbug on my sleepshirt at the homeless shelter one 5 a.m. the previous month, that they called and forced me into an (a Shahan-driven) ambulance in place of doing something about that I’d gotten it from that place and hadn’t slept anywhere but there for nearly 9 years, so then there was a whole move of the shelter to the other end of the (425 2nd Street, 2nd and D Streets, NW,) homeless shelter building and they sprang this surprise onto me, separating me and all my notepapers and letter copies on this Armageddon business, me just terrified of psychiatric lock-up, like I still am of course:
gw 2014, 84 pages: 4/25/14, Friday
Dear George Washington University Hospital,
I have everything on my mind, so that it’s impossible to try describing just a little bit, where the paperwork I hand out also seems to be worrying the homeless shelter but without samples here with me now I can’t try just describing some of everything, it sounds baseless.
The global-system has really been doing those threats and promises at the back of the “Bible” off of me and in order to try to get this all off of me I’ve had to try to find the source of all the problems and it seems like I’ve got about most of it, and ideas for getting everything fixed, [I try to never use that drug-slang abuse word anymore, current comments in the square brackets if any,] but my work has been used for getting the Armageddon sneak-perpetrated in that I go around looking for assistance with this and interested people are “Armageddoned” it seems, and no fixing of anything has gotten done.
— I just got some good news, the lady at the shelter says not to worry about my paperwork, copies of all the letters I’ve distributed on this since 2005, they’re all I’ve got, hundreds of them… and I can only offer 50% of future-profit from them for trying to interest a potential helper. I thought maybe I’d found one and was bringing a job to him this morning until there was this surprise involuntary trip to here, seemingly 1/2 over the letter-writing, as there were 2 or 3 new pieces of it around. This morning’s is that I thought a possibly-interested person might forward a 1-page letter to the president for me. I get no responses and thought he might be able to get that through, a chaplain that’s from the Central Union Mission that’s recently moved from R Street and 14th down to the other side of the Georgetown University Law Center from the homeless shelter that I’ve been stranded in for 9 years, since 2005. They’d had some big sign out front that reminded me of (Dr.) Temple Grandin’s blueprints for slaughterhouses, so I’d brought them some of my material on Dr. Grandin and the desk lady said the chaplain might be finding this all to be interesting and I’d worked hard to get this 1-page done extra, by Friday for him to give it a look-see.
(page 3 still seems to be missing)
(page 4) I think her weird [wierd I’d spelled it,] voice comes from a “magic switch” to give her male ancestors’ deep voice to a male with the Autism-psychopathy, (psychoto-psychopathy describes the hallucinogen-abuse.) Then Temple’s ancestor got left with the teen boy’s-type before-the-voice-change part of the deal. Then I think her biological-sire, the sperm, came from the guy who played Larry in the 3 Stooges comedy group. [Larry Fine, Louis Feinberg, 1902 Philadelphia – 1975 Los Angeles.]
I noticed Larry’s influences because I think Moe (Howard) was the sire behind the writer *** ***, and I’d noticed that because I suspect her husband might have been the photographer in Nicaragua that got the Iran-Contra scandal into a big deal, which I’d noticed in researching to see if Oliver North or his group nearby would help me with this, thinking that he’d recall Reagan’s aide Michael K. Deaver, because he’d subsequently spent 16 years at this homeless shelter at 425 2nd Street, NW, that I’ve now been in for 9 years.
Michael K. Deaver (d. 2007) was a huge bigshot, only low-key because of all the complexes, and stereotyping them that the Autism (psychoto-psychopathy) comes with.
He was a showman, a Public Relations specialist, and he’d hooked up most of this “Armageddon-making” off of me, but since it’s all so sneaky and behind my back I can’t easily explain it, it would only be when you already knew loads of this and then you could figure further extrapolations off of that. I have nothing without all my supporting paperwork. For instance, both Mr. Deaver and Oliver North were/are Episcopalians, and both worked in the White House for President Reagan, and 2000 people attended Mr. Deaver’s funeral at the National Cathedral so I figure maybe North was at the funeral, was close to Mr. Deaver, and maybe that’s why North’s group, Freedom Alliance, didn’t respond to my letters and phone calls this past January. Mr. Deaver did public relations for Guatemala, which was [is] near the Contra scandal, having a holocaust of Mayan people in 1984, and he did P.R. for Argentina and all kinds of different places and people. (- the Falklands crisis was about 1982.)
Mr. Deaver did P.R. for Taiwan also and every Saturday a Taiwanese group brings coffee and donuts to the outside of 425 2nd St., NW. He worked for Chicago’s Edelman P.R. too.
Maybe the key thing he did was to work with a guy at 425 2nd St.s’ Clean and Sober Streets group/program (Henry Pierce III,) that I call a “Neanderthal” type.
I’d gotten stuck into a “nuclear-family” when I was born in 1955 that is headed by 1 type of Neandertal and Mr. Deaver’s partner seems to look like one of his “nuclear family” phonied-up brothers, and a 3rd brother looks the stereotype of the Civil War Secretary of War Stanton, Edwin Stanton. There was a 4th brother but maybe the Neanderthalism didn’t take as well. I haven’t completely met or been aware of this Clean and Sober Streets now-Director, is why I can only say that he seems to look like one of my male given-parent’s slightly older brother, both in their 80’s now, I’ve had only a few possible interaction times and am only guessing that he’s the same person, but I think he’s the brother’s offspring, somehow.
So there were 3 Neanderthal ****** brothers:
3- Ka* (town names deleted for privacy)
For 9 years I’ve been trying to get someone to help me with that there’s something strange about my male given-parent, some mix-up with the Dept. of Justice involved, and now I’ve been seeing say more than a thousand of these “St*” copies or offspring, over the past year. Not only is all this indescribable but I can’t stay awake long enough to go into all the aspects of this.
I think Mr. Deaver had set up an offspring somehow of the Yo*-type at the 425 2nd St. building and he’s been live-working there for free for around 20 years. The Ka*-Edwin Stanton types seem to be a common stereotype, but the St*s have been “popping up all over” and I can’t guess what all to think. For example, my shelter bed was moved from the D St. to the E St. side of 2nd Street but then the whole hallway to the middle of the block again, where on the other side of a locked door the CCNV part of the shelter’s lobby “Bubble” where the front desk workers are, is. But there’s nearly only silence, no more intercom and noisy activities like in 2005. So that’s 1 odd thing that has me wondering if, and using poor little me as a LURE, these “******-Neanderthals” might have taken over, as I’ve been struggling to look for assistance, the whole system using me as a gimmick-set, multi-uses all toward the same Armageddon or world-takeover.
I’ve got alot of evidence that this is all going to TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION, really.
I figure that when the invaders with the Paleo-American Autism psychoto-psychopathy and their buddy Neanderthal partners took what became the Semitic peoples captive they had the Neanderthals pretend to be the order-givers, they pulled a “switcheroo” so that the new captives had to obey the big guys and not realize that it was really the small people who did all the thinking toward the psychopathy, and that situation-appearance has kept the Semite-types prisoner to “Neanderthal” thinking.
1- This oxygen-theme is a hoax where the canula [cannula] interfered with my breathing all night and my nose-insides are all dried now, with a “boogers” problem, dried mucus I guess.
2- How the Autism-psychopathy developed, took over the world and is taking us to extinction of the planet Earth.
3- My problem with the Neanderthal-types, that’s like the linchpin to the Armageddon-making.
And there’s also the more-interesting subject of Mr. and Mrs. Jack and Suzy Welch, him a longtime General Electric CEO and Plastics specialist, them married in 2004 and I’d just found a novel she’d written back in 1992 under her then-name of Wetlaufer, that’s all allegory to this world-problem and explains that her type, her ancestors, showing up in the middle of everything had mistook the (Autism) psychopathy for not being too abnormal, had thought that the society caused that character’s problems.
Ms. Welch’s book, “Judgment Call” is a great way for explaining all this. Also I’ve got 400 or 500 good illustrations. I was trying to get a letter to a meeting at 425 2nd Street NW that the City Councilmember **** **** was going to be at at 2pm. At 7am the meeting area was still closed and I slipped the letter under the door, and it flew open to a page with Suzy Welch’s picture big on it, the cover of her 2009 book, “10, 10, 10” and I’d had to just leave it that way, on the floor of that same, ***** ******, ***’s, Clean and Sober Streets program area, where the meeting was to be held, and then there was this rush to get me here for “oxygen” [at 9pm that evening,] where fresh air would take care of that. There’s not been enough fresh air in the shelter areas and it must be a running Armageddon-strategy that open windows have been switched to this “HVAC” everywhere, in all the new architecture. The architecture in space all fell apart because we have this psychopathy crisis here, then the Autists squabble to do buildings that are all the same.
Mrs. Welch is probably similar to Dr. Safai I probably misspell her name, they’re probably similar looking. … Now Dr. Safai walked in and corrected the spelling herself, but she doesn’t really seem like yesterday’s Dr. Safai. She wasn’t wearing a name tag but sounded so familiar with yesterday that I asked if she was Dr. Safai and she said yes. But maybe she seems less Semitic now, which is my point, that inherited look. I use the examples of the 1432 “Ghent Altarpiece” and the example here in the National Gallery of Art, gallery 48, “Man In Oriental Costume” by Govaert Flinck, formerly called “The Turk” by Rembrandt as being the prototypes.
I’m saying that Suzy (Wetlaufer) Welch’s novel is allegory for the early experiences of those people when they left Japan, probably by captivity upon being found there, and went to the mainland and got all embroiled in this, and then they’ve been “on the side” of the Autists, which is enforced by the Autists’ Neanderthal-buddies, and have done most of the global-set up, the stock market, religious work and this “Armageddon Show” set up to me.
Until I found Mrs. Welch’s book I’d thought they knew what they were doing but the allegory shows clearly that all is confusion and mistakes and disaster, and this Armageddon off of me has nothing good about it after all, as I’ve been blindly hoping-assuming.
— Now I had 3 different visitors during breakfast. the tech for vital signs, Dr. Ahiri, and the R.N., not in that order.
He said that we should shake hands on that he is going to include a note in my discharge paper asking the shelter to put me in a bed by more fresh air than I’ve been getting, which is how this problem was invented.
This syndrome is all connected to Mr. Welch too.
He and she are respective examples of generational-slaves.
Then if she got pregnant the baby might look like the guy who arranged for the 425 2nd St., NW, building, Mitch Snyder, to be used as a homeless shelter, him looking like the son of generational-slave rocket scientist Hermann Oberth. The Welches make explaining EVERYTHING easier.
Jack and Suzy Welch’s respective ancestors, and an Autist, were depicted on the “Pilgrims” panel of the big “Ghent Altarpiece” said to be painted in 1432. It’s also called “The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb.”
In Suzy’s “Judgment Call” novel is the 1st time I’ve seen it written that dead bodies turn to black goop, to petroleum.
It looks like Suzy’s people were found and taken to the post-Trojan War, which was really an invasion, not a war, Asian mainland. The Autists already know about leaving dead bodies to turn to liquid and liked that method and set about turning the “materiel” into explosives and then oil-kerosene then gasoline and airplane fuel, the airplanes invented for better hunting of people. A group of the early “stunt pilots” came over here and “seeded” everywhere from Canada to Argentina for producing more airplane fuel from this disembodied ovaries “growing” of people problem that the Autist-Neanderthal partners had learned you could do that from dead bodies too, and one of the pilots was Roland Garros and I don’t think he’d died in 1918-WWI but had had facial reconstruction that turned him into Hermann Oberth.
Either way Oberth then set about trying to figure how to get to the moon, it becoming a goal for the Autists. When it turned out that there aren’t any easy riches in space to require that much rocket fuel this Mitch Snyder who looks like one of Oberth’s (underground) sons, wound up here, arranging for 20-year use of the 425 2nd St., NW, building, 1986-2016.
[– Besides that my math isn’t good, that 1986-2016 is 30 years, some extensions there I guess had been arranged for, recalling that that would have been 1986-2006 and I’d gotten to there in May 2005, — I think I also recall that that deal had had to go through or be presented to President Reagan through Michael K. Deaver, who was from Bakersfield, Calif. which is said to be a big petroleum headquarter.]
In the meantime Jack Welch was working on getting plastics invented from “materiel” for General Electric and I think I read that the whole business or section was sold to one of Prince Bandar’s groups, Saudi Basic Industries, in 2005, Prince ****** being an employer of this Michael K. Deaver in 1987, like a contract Mrs. Reagan helped him to get, receiving $50,ooo a month for 10 months, for getting started here as a lobbyist when he quit the White House! [He’d left the White House in 1985 and I think that arrangement was for right about that same time, maybe it’d taken a little while but 2 years sounds longer.]
Reagan, also connected to General Electric, got abandoned by everyone, except his wife. He went to the White House with a family friend as a doctor and he left and there was a stream of strangers. (as “doctors.”)
It’s difficult to pull all my blindside little pieces of evidence together but it clearly looks like that from the time of the Ghent Altarpiece where they turned the scallop-shell logo of the Pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela later into the Shell Oil logo, worn by a character walking between the large character like Suzy Welch’s or Dr. Safai’s maybe ancestor and the odd young boy with the Autism (psychopathy,) the character with the pilgrimage-logo scallop shell maybe even looking like Jack Welch’s ancestor. One that looks like Oberth/Mitch Snyder’s type is seen like peeking over the Autist boy’s head. From that time through to now they’ve been working on selling the black goop. I’m trying to explain that that’s the sick idea of a mentally ill child that’s gone undetected, but the 20th century kept lots of records and files on everything and we can backtrack to see the Prehistory of the development of the Autism to get the situation untangled, to prevent TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION.
–[Page 16 appears to be missing also.]
(17) I figure that there were alot of hallucinogenic plants evolving and the dinosaurs would bring back mouth-mashed flowers and mushroom-toadstools and toads with hallucinogens in their skin and such as that for diet for the young and the humans found no big reason to ever leave the nesting areas till extinction had occurred from their strategy of egg-smashing so the young weren’t born to be competition for the food. Eventually the dinosaurs became upset and angry which turned into all the enmity that began the psychopathy against the other (New World) megafauna, war as a game to play during the days, running the animals to off of cliffs, then those habits brought with them as they found the route to the Old World, to our situation today.
I have nearly no resources, only what library books are available, but I saw a documentary on the cia’s mk-ultra program that could easily be looked up on the internet and help to show the dinosaur-hallucinogen habit connection if I could get anyone to work on this with me.
[-It isn’t a documentary, it’s likely some loony-goony ritual against my getting listened to, and whatever else it might be doing. I didn’t have search-engine use and just got a chance to look it up this year.-]
The first thing I’d found on the Autist-hallucinogen connection was the early work by 1 of your lab doctors here, now retired I guess, Dr. Mary Coleman. Then she went into 5HT research and production and the early work got buried. 5HT I guess is like a synthetic serotonin brain chemical and there’s a connection between high or low levels and the Autism, but all the Autism research petered off into mixing it up with the “Past-Lives Captivity Trauma.”*
[*this is the 3rd thing I’ve noticed that I must have mentioned on the missing page 3, for trying to re-create it more or less, soon.]
There are 3 pieces of artwork I’ve noticed that connect dinosaurs and Autism
1- The untitled 50′ statue by Picasso in Chicago’s Daley Center
2- an altar painting in North Capitol’s St. Aloysius Church
3- an outdoor mural at 713 S Street, NW, near Howard, this one has a depiction on it similar to Johns Hopkins hospital’s Dr. BC on it. (I think he has the Autism mixed with Neanderthal similar to the type that I have the problem with.)
When the people with the Autism went to the Old World they didn’t have their hallucinogens available and this decapitation-for-hallucinogens began, leaving the body for muck.
Like “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear” you can’t run a planet like this for very long.
When the cannibalism started, which my image is that that had happened while lost up around Alaska, the North Pole, it was a crisis of being lost, cold and hungry for a long time, and I think it was a big, dramatic event and caused many spirits to leave space and try to come down and assist
Between that and the earlier accidental extinction of the dinosaurs and the errant extinction of the other large, future-food animals, the solar system had had to cease evolving, there couldn’t be new forms of life created only to be victims for the Autism psychopathy. Everything has just been on hold. But the Autism is in complete denial of everything except the few things it likes, which mostly “Suzy’s people,” who are generationally-enslaved all these centuries, thought up and worked out for the Autism and Neanderthal alleged “overlords.”
Really the Autism wants to ditch its old partners and I suspect they’ve been concentrated in the U.S. with the hope they could be bombed-out here.
Then I have this horrible “Armageddon-making Show” with those all over me as my given-next-of-kin with some sort of an Armageddon army of a nation of offspring that have suddenly been all around me as passerby-strangers, but who seem to be after my ovaries. I don’t even know what I have inside of me. I’m trying to get eternity safely restored and the regular Armageddon Show has been being done and increasingly there’s this new theme with the “St*-Neanderthals” the looking like the given-family Mr. *’s face as seeming to be the main torturers hoping to hospitalize me…
[it seems like one of the monster ones of them just did some horror scene sitting near here and it’s always disgusting. I guess they’re following the “Nasi-Jomon ‘generational-slave’ haha on me for that error’s” directions for loudly getting up and leaving the seat at the same time as I got to this part and was about to click-off for taking a break to the ladies’ room before this place closes, then them doing a disgusting trick in conjunction or teamstering. monsters all day long every day.]
… Those people are all total strangers to me and I’ve been trying to explain for 9 years that Mr. * isn’t my actual parent and seems involved with a cover-up of this Armageddon-making a Show, through the Dept. of Justice, that everything would get covered up by abuse of the next-of-kin status, — by letting me to involuntary confinement, much as this appears poised to do to me now, at GW and with the 425 2nd St. building’s then discarding all my years of work on getting the problems uncovered and fixed. (Straightened out.)
I’d like to do the section or part of my thinking on Dr. Ahari’s type, and Andres Galarce in a “Deco” room on the first floor here for instance and many people all over. I have a feeling that they also came from Japan, were the products of “island-rape” after the males of “Suzy’s people” had been taken to the mainland, the females left with the invaders and then this type of people were maybe the original “hairy” Ainu,* the 2nd culture on Japan, and taken by the 1st culture later to be helpful go-betweens between themselves and the people with the psychopathy and the Neanderthals.
Nobody but me seems to have that idea but I think that that’s what happened.
The “uncle” type incorporated their assistance and alot of it seems to be in food management. That’s said to have started at a halfway point between Ghent and Santiago de Compostela, a place called Conques where this type was dubbed “Saint Foy” after the earlier Sainte Foy. (Saint of grill cooking.)
*Ainu = pronounced Eye-noo.
So it seems to me that Mr. * was a, for whatever background his side has to all this, purchaser of underground-narcotic which would come from the kitchens. And I would guess that that was bought in exchange for similar, that the cost of some brain-serum was by a sperm-donation each time, and that that is how I’m seeing so many adults now with Mr. *’s face-looks. I don’t know the history of his type’s involvement except for a few little things, meaning that I don’t know how much torture they also may (or may not) have been through, so I don’t have many opinions on other people’s business, only want to get the situation straightened out because there’s no long future ahead for the race and the planet, the human race, but Mr. *’s always been pretty scary to me and I’ve been trying to get some attention to this pat cover-up, of everything’s being done off of a secret “show” off of me, that this is how the threats of the book of Revelation have been being pulled off. First I was in California for a long time, and from 1995-2000 in a residential hotel run by “Dr. Ahari’s type” that I usually call the Babar-people type, the “Babar’s”…. Then I came here because I hadn’t made any friends. I spent 2 years here and again no friends on any horizon so I tried living in NYC and after 2-1/2 years it was like the “Armageddon Show” had me in the right broke and exhausted shape for coming back here as this LURE-show and the shelter provided lockers and I’ve just gone to the library every day collecting background on how we’re heading for extinction off of this Armageddon. One of the first books I found was by Pete Earley, 2002, on the Federal Witness Securrity/Protection Program, titled “WITSEC.” In it are 2 pictures of the founder and one of those looks like Mr. * and the background of his house, with a BRINKS Security System sign. The founder is similar looking, looks like the 1959 Murder Inc. boss Albert Anastasia’s son or young brother, Anastasia assassinated that year. I felt that I should be under some protection but it’s difficult to verify any of this underground business I just kept going to the library, like a shuttle from the Hyatt hotel near the shelter to the one near the library, with both places doing excoriating exhibits of me. That’s the Armageddon-script thought up to “Suzy’s people” who go by many names and are probably also the “Jesus” type, but maybe Mr. Welch’s type is also or was the original “Jesus” type, too.
However things exactly happened historically, what I’ve got is that Mr. Welch’s ancestor, as a generational-slave, set up the Autism to be St. Patrick’s church at 10th and E Streets, NW, now moved up to the G Street corner, in 1794, and from there they went into town- and world-takeover business that I’d guess was the main beneficiary off of doing this “show” off of me, that it finished their 200+ years of digging under the buildings and sneaking around to accomplish owning the town. In 1794 Welch’s ancestor was the Bishop of Baltimore John Carroll, working for the benefit of Charles Carroll of Carrollton, and moving their “cousin” into 10th and E Streets, Anthony Carroll, — but that’s my supposition, where the priest was said to be an elderly man [check elderly, then I’d reread to see he was young?] named Anthony Cafry (Caffry/Caffrey,) I think that is probably the most important but all-unknown thing about Washington history, and everything’s followed from that. I think Anthony Cafry/Carroll might even have been the ancestor of comedian Lenny Bruce, d. 1966, and there are “copies” of him all over the place loving this Armageddon-making. The 2nd priest is said to have worked there for 50 years, overseeing everything, and alot of the copied-descendants of his are similar to the comedian Danny DeVito, the two types running things all over the country, and throughout the world.
Looking at 10th and E Streets, NW, on the map there’s the FBI building and then Pennsylvania Avenue and then the Dept. of Justice, with the Archives to one side and the Internal Revenue Service to the other, and the Smithsonian Mall behind those, that I’m looking into that they’d maybe dug to make ovary-fertilizing “hatchery” labs for raising all kinds of security guards for themselves all those 200 years, that we have so many now. To the west then is the Dept. of Commerce and I was trying to make a letter for I think Penny Pritzker is the new Secy. of Commerce. I only know, not having much input from TV, newspapers or internet-web, that she comes from the families that own the Hyatt hotels that flank my 9-year shuttle from shelter to library, and I saw a brief glance of a picture of her once, and it’s a bizarre longshot that it is correct, but in that short glance it looked like she could be of Lenny Bruce’s type. I’d gottendistracted from next writing to her about all this from seeing the big sign outside the new Central Union Mission location that reminded me of Temple Grandin’s blueprint-drafting style and I’d expect to try to get back to it where I think I have an angle that she might like. What happens most times though is that a front desk security accepts my letter, and I never hear back, even when I’ve enclosed a self-addressed stamped envelope or postcard.
The angle is that “Suzy’s people’s script” would have it written in for the Lenny Bruce-type descendants to do dramatic scenes of, after it’s too late to do anything, find out about this simple Autism-explaining attempt I’ve been making about why nobody’s done anything about this, like yelling at the Danny DeVito types that it wouldn’t have even cost anything. All that drama could be converted into before-problem proactive steps by Secy P. though without G***** (search-engine)-access or normal communications I can’t confirm that she is or still is the Secy. of Commerce, but it’s likely enough that I’d go ahead and make it, 4 pages with a cute illustration describing that the 14,000-mile walk from around California into a nice climate in Asia gave the people with Autism the obsession for speed that is behind all the petroleum-obsession. It’s so difficult to walk up to Beringia because travel wasn’t wanted, things were being evolved and weren’t ready for humans yet in the New World, but the fixation on the sun didn’t abate. Then it took thousands of years to learn and then teach them the Earth-Sun connection and the Autism is just thankless for everything. I just found a new book, “God Is Disappointed In You” that looks useful to helping me explain this, where in its summary-set it looks like the Bible is mostly a 3-way book, amongst “Suzy’s people,” the Autists and the God-Neaderthals.
Their summary of the book of Revelation is good, too. They say the gist of it is about going after the pregnant lady, in chapter 12 there, and that’s pretty much what my “role” has been, that character, only in 1971, 16 years old, I’d had a saline abortion and had been allowed to abort at home instead of in the hospital, which is lucky because I guess they would have kept the fetus alive, already way far gone, 5-1/2 months, because of all these peculiar problems. Doing that at home the fetus was multi-killed off by the time I got it to the hospital the next morning, killed from drowning in the toilet water as I’d purposely procrastinated for, and then I’d accidentally put in a piece of b.m. as I’d groped to include all the pieces of placenta, and then it sat in that quart jar for around 12 hours before getting it to the hospital, had sat overnight like that. The aide at the hospital (Jacobi) had told me gratuitously that it had been a boy. Mr. * was about 38 years old and prime in his beast or dragoniness time, but that whole thing was a fizzle as far as this beast-anger Revelation goes. Then however the underground must have been “invisibly” stabbing me that I’d (sp.) hemmorhaged an unbelievable amount for about 2-1/2 months till I wound up in, I think it was, Montefiore Hospital on Grand Concourse, in the Bronx. There they took out the IUD I was trying to have, and did a D&C, and worked on the anemia. Mr. * was in-on all that. The abortion was never mentioned there or otherwise that I knew of.
Around 1979 there was another attempt at making a baby for this Revelation-script and luckily that didn’t work out, but there was still a whole script made-up and gone through with anyway, with a couple of allusions to it when I came here and got the CAT scan.
But it’s “Suzy’s people” who write these scripts and religious writings and like in the “Judgment Call” novel everything gets worse. I’ve been trying to explain that they were an uninvolved island-evolved people taken captive before language-translation existed anywhere and the things that they came up with need to be gone over now that we have all these medical and police resources everywhere, should be re-assessing instead of covering-up, and “Suzy’s people” or all the Semites are likely prisoner to the Neanderthal types and therefore unable to do anything toward starting changes their own selves.
I have no idea what the underground does or has been doing that no one listens to me when I offer flyers by saying, Want to try to Rescue the Future from the underground? and such to that effect. Nobody shows any surprise or interest. So I’ve been guessing that, over the 9 years of more or less this theme, that there’s been exhibition-example killing of people who try to assist me….
In fact I think this theme goes back to 1964 and then 1971 when I started working at a fast-food Wetson’s hamburgers place, that Mr. * or his family-type was always underneath the area so that me walking around sparked controversy with the other stereotypes and against any “normal” guys who’d get involved and say not to insult me so much, etc. I’ve been an excuse for LURING and attacking to kill off the “normal” males, to then the female-gain for the males with the Autism and their Neanderthal partners.But it all goes on underground so that I can only make guesses off of little specks of hints about all this.
In 1963 we’d moved to a new neighborhood across a street to a new high school dedicated to pretty famous Cardinal Spellman. He’d written a fiction book about a “voice” and similar was the film “The Next Voice You Hear,” with Nancy [Davis] Reagan, and from everyone’s behavior I get the impression that in the 1950s the underground “growing people” system had started installing radio transistors into the newborns. That’s all you’d have to do is to admit that that had been tried and shouldn’t have been and let’s just forget it and grow out of malfeasances like that.
Alot of the things everyone is doing were written about in the 1932 “Brave New World” novella. The leader Mustafa Mond is like “Suzy’s people” and the whole book coming from that type, that this is what they’ve set up for the people with the Autism, this world to be set up like described in that book.
The author’s credit is given to Aldous Huxley, LSD-advocate, and he was maybe the bio-sire of this “Armageddon Show” tall boy that was gone through with even though there was no baby-child-teen to argue about. Instead they did, do, a “jealousy show,” where all the guys, especially from St*, are fans of a girl they call “Julie,” like I’m being invisibly torture-punished for being jealous.
With the “Brave New World” theme I was supposed to be like the barbarian Linda-character, but the baby didn’t materialize, and the barbarian-theme is generally on me too. So for 9 years I’ve been withstanding all this in hope of reaching someone that will realize that this really is how they’re sneaking the “Bible” threats through, and all I can do is call the torturers, invisibly, animals, and have less respect for the town as this suffering got worse, that “they” had me looking like a barbarian.
I’m trying to describe that the Autism had developed because the early people were just running amok totally on their own, and then I was in this similar situation all this time as I don’t know what goes on that nobody wants to find out what I’m talking about with Rescue the Future.
Also similar is that I was raised in this sabotage-family where it seems it was always pre-figured to live off my ovaries and using me as a LURE against normal males for the cannibalism-disappearance of those or however life under the Bronx worked around the *s and I left in 1973, so that then time in the Army was healthier for me but basically I’ve only been going blindly around into different trouble situations with transient strangers, like flotsam and similar to the running amok theme, that the Autism is always trying to put their qualities onto normal people to criticize them for being victims falling into the tricks purposely laid out as though that is comparable wilfull forcing the way across Beringia, as though nature had been a trap-layer LURING them up to the North Pole on purpose to get lost and messed up.
About the only warning I got that this here might happen to me is hints around if I try to write to a particular person at the Carlyle Group, and otherwise no one has spoken to me about what I might could do, that I was surprise-moved from D Street to E Street where maybe the atmosphere is very different. No, I have no idea what to think. All I know is if I, (God help me,) finally find my papers okay it would be a more polite me. All I want to do is reduce the amount by sorting them and at least 5 times this year I’ve been getting started on that and some disruptive thing like this has happened and the chance to do that was gone, some other chores or letter took priority. So finally I’m reduced to the worry-fretting to get out of here and run back to the same things I was doing, only probably more cheerful, which isn’t one of the problems. Generally whenever I feel cheerful for a moment the invisible-system sends someone or another to do anything that’d be annoying or insulting, anything to de-cheer me.
I’m really terrified about the papers and that’s only considering 1/2 of them, that the others are too much to think of.
If those were all gone what would I do, and the teeny chance I’d had with that chaplain has probably been swamped under and forgotten about by the time I rush over to check on if he’d take these next 6 pages I’d gotten ready for him. Likely his group will have forgotten about whatever I’m talking about. The letter to the Secy. of Commerce has hardly got any start yet and then it’s unlikely it will reach her.
Oddly I know where her mailroom is from the bicycle delivery job I’d had here through 2001 for a boss that looked like a brother to Michael K. Deaver, that all that was a part of this.
But what more productive could there be?
I might have to try to type this, at the library. If I was at the library I’d rather look up new material points for evidence that to type up this. I’d sit down and think how instead I could go look at some new book on Ford’s Theatre, since the main group here with the Autism were working their way up 10th Street there. But it’s hard for me to know how much history might be fabricated anyway so I haven’t looked into that one yet. Mostly the oil in Pennsylvania seemed on the system-people’s minds.
Jack Welch’s ancestor or ancestry would also include Obadiah Brown, the co-founder of George Washington University. Brown looks obviously like John Carroll (d. 1815,) who’d founded Georgetown University and as Bishop of Baltimore had set up the church network, but as a captive. I think he’d made a trip to Montreal in 1776 and then in 1777 Obadiah Brown was born in New Jersey, then came down here and set up all the Baptist churches here and moved into the Ford’s Theatre site, way before Ford’s Theatre, that I think the St. Patrick’s church had already set up (I’d need to check my notes, and this is all difficult to piece together, everything is obscured and difficult about early Washington history.)
Then Catholic Charities was started at St. Patrick’s by this Bishop Shahan, who is a big deal with descendants or copies, underground-made offspring, as bigshots around here today, and when I got back to Washington because my purse was stolen and my bank was here the homeless shelter building directed me to the D Street side run by Catholic Charities, then a Baptist group replaced them 3 years ago.
I mean that the Revelation was done by keeping me with Catholic Charities for the bulk of the LURE done off of me, about 6 years, then switching to this (secretly-related) Baptist group for 3 years, and this month they moved me to the Baptist group’s E Street area and all this accumulation of the torture-sabotages became this big “health-raid” on me now.
I really like my own life, returning to the evidence-papers I’ve got, only to try to get myself off of the Baptist group.
I had been with them for 8-1/2 months in 2001 and wouldn’t have gotten stuck staying with them like I did at this Catholic Charities place. Before the 9/11 had happened, 9/11/01, this Baptist Open Door Shelter had been told to move from their location in outdoor trailers, which was nice, into the 425 2nd Street building. I’m sure that directive had come because of this connection of me working for someone that looked like Michael K. Deaver’s type and Deaver’s working just above Open Door’s new location, which had seemed like a surprise mandatory order unusually.
They were, a good example of this bizarre little life of mine, where in 2001 the Open Door Shelter ladies, much like now too then, were so mean-acting, but it’s also about anywhere I go. It’s like maybe the system only really likes anger-scenes and I make an easy target as a shill for that. Or maybe with Open Door it was about territoriality, that no new females are ever wanted.
Also though I believe I’d come here with this underground “show.” Mostly pornography it seems to be based around, using that to trick people into death-positions.
That whole area near the Open Door’s trailer shelters became the new Safeway store complex, where it was also the area I went to 2005-2007 for homeless people’s soup and sandwiches every evening around 5pm, the McKenna’s Wagon. So I figured they’d lured alot of people to there, underneath there, because of this pornography extravaganza, and the Safeway is geared for doing this syndrome so I haven’t been able to shop there, unable to find any responsible adult to learn about this situation, which is that the script that “Suzy’s people” [“Jomon” lately I’ve been trying to describe them by,] set up for the Revelation-doing is that I’m reviled wherever I go. If I walk into a store it’s as though I touch all the foods with germy hands, spreading disease, and all the machine-noises get loud, and like a pornography “show” is done, etc. The “Semite type” I describe like “Mastermind,” Suzy’s type but male, take the stance that everything is lousy about me, but that isn’t true. Everything is done under false pretenses. No one’s fixing it though.
You can’t substitute people for the missing food animals like the dinosaurs and big elephants that had been cliff-run in the U.S., New World. You can’t do any of these bizarre things that are going on, like cutting out women’s ovaries to grow your own copies. The solar system is just waiting for the psychopathy to be fixed.
Just now a doctor walked in, a female, wearing the same color-theme top as Dr. Safai had had on Friday and eyeglasses like Dr. Safai had had on Saturday, like psychopath-Halloween here as there were at least 2 other females with the color-theme and eyeglass-style set also yesterday. I can’t see much from the room you have me sequestered in, but everyone here has some computer-cart or another that they walk around with, where the 2 main signs and symptoms of Autism are self-ness and repetition, so that you have each person with their own portable computer, lots of the same thing. I don’t know why no one’s worried about this. GWU seems to think that they have a sustainable future, but their founder Obadiah Brown was a generational-slave. I don’t recall about Luther Rice.
Mostly everything seems to be tricks. Cartoon-likeness all over. The bizarre building noises like a rocket about to take off. They had those every day at the NASA building too. I’d used their little lobby library for a few months. It was all this same strange stuff also and my letters not acknowledged, except I wrote a note to ask a girl to cease terrorizing me and they told me I couldn’t come back there anymore.
All of (that group) came from this same “Ghent Altarpiece” group’s going into the petroleum, melted people, business, the same “Suzy’s peple” to Hermann Oberth to this homeless shelter and Jack Welch’s Plastic work.
After (that group) wasn’t an escape from the shuttle-routine of 2nd and D Streets to the library at 9th and G Streets, diagonally across from the St. Patrick’s church, I’d spent alot of the summer at the Library of Congress, and the branch library at Eastern Market, S.E. Offhand it seemed like people were LURE-collected while I was at the LOC alot, then infected with these “slug-pneumonia” germs I call this bizarre “cold” illness, where I cough up green globs like pieces of slug-leeches. It seemed like there was alot of that in the S.E, and that that’s how peple are being turned to muck, by “consumption” by this slug-illness.
There must be something really Autist that has some slave command-center that all of this against-nature horror gets ordered from. How can this be broken through to? I’ve always or since about 1998 figured it’s under the Siberia-Mongolia border there. There’s an old country called Tuva there. (Most dangerous, probably connected to their own (illegible, bottom of the page didn’t copy.))
I think that’s been the headquarters area since the early days when the people with the Autism learned to go back and forth, that they’d befriended Neanderthals and used their caves as a base. They probably switched the Neanderthals to the Caucasus. Then around 1930 a guy that looked like John D. Rockefeller was the president of Tuva. And he or a similar one did a small bit in the rocket-to-the-moon film “Frau Im Mond,” by Fritz Lang, Woman On the Moon.
From their secret headquarter around Tuva they direct the slave-system, to Russia, to Berlin, and then mostly Chicago it seems.
St. Patrick’s church’s 2nd priest, Wm. Matthew, was likely the progenitor of Stephen A. Douglas, who’d lived above where the church on North Capitol is now, St. Aloysius with the Gonzaga school, and when Lincoln won the election Douglas went to Chicago, bought alot of property in its south, and passed c. 1861. So Washington has a close relation with the set up of Chicago.
Then this library at 9th and G was like a gift from Chicago. The architect (allegedly Mies van der Rohe) looked the same as the first Mayor Daley. Then I was stranded there all these years. To me, it looks like there’s nearly nothing left to it, all the books mostly gone.
Tuva -> St. Petersburg, -> Berlin -> Chicago -> Washington.
I’d learned about St. Patrick’s church because I was trying to figure out what had happened with all the big deal about space and the moon landing, what had been learned and where it was headed. One of the books was that the Congressperson wife of an astronaut had been ambushed in 2011 during an event in front of a (Safeway/supermarket) in Arizona, Gabrielle Gifford. In looking at the pictures I recognized a visitor, constituent named Matthew L***, that looks descended from the 2nd priest. Then it turned out that most of the main people also seem descendants from St. Patrick’s church here right across, near, the central library, MLK. Ms. ** looks descended from the 4th priest and her campaign manager looks like what I figure the first priest, Anthony Cafry/Carroll, had looked like, Lenny Bruce to the 2nd priest’s Danny DeVito as the constituent’s picture I’d recognized. The astronaut-husband may likely have come from Mrs. Mary Surratt’s ovae, as **’s ancestor had been there when Mrs. Surratt was hung for conspiring against Lincoln. The assassin looks like he could be the son of the husband. You, they all, Gabby could, look at a picture of the assassin and he’s just a young version of her husband.
The husband has a twin brother, I think they’re identical twins, where the husband is a “Babar” type, like Mrs. Surratt, but the identical twin brother actually looks like a John Carroll type, like Jack Welch.
I don’t know what the system thinks it’s doing except it’s ill with this Autism, repetition for selfishness.
To break through this, is what I’m trying to do and since I’m all alone in this I’m really frantic about my papers and running to see if they’re still there and setting about doing this same thing. Secy. of Commerce Pritzker, she won’t hear about a letter from me unless I can get someone to help me, which is all on hold while I’m here. These bizarre loud building noises are in the place of the natural noises that should be reaching the stratosphere instead of in contained buildings, whatever they are.
My hope was that someone would help me reach the astronaut-brother, *** ***, **’s brother-in-law’s name, because he’s going up into space for a solid year, and if I could explain this Autism-explication work I’m trying to do perhaps he could muse on positive things toward getting the solar system started up again, which it can’t do while life is all bizarre like this.
Mars and Venus on either side of Earth appear to have started to evolve and then died off, and then between Mars and Jupiter there’s a circling pile of rubble called the Asteroid Belt that I think had been broken to prevent new creations from meeting the psychopaths.
When they were readying to go to space there is the feeling that they were looking for food or to make prisoners or (something, illegible,)
— new pen from House Supervisor Murphrees it sounded like her name is.
They were preparing for different possibilities, and I got the feeling they’d have like to base on the moon and conduct war on us down here. One of the first things they did was set up some [unspecified] nuclear equipment.
Space was probably filling up with spirits and spirit-architecture of the place when all this crying and war-mongering down here kept drawing the spirit people to see what they could do as regards all of this Autism-psychopathy, helping or damage-controlling the situations. Now it’s left like a crime scene but no one can tell the difference. They seem to be using the space trips like fancy roller-coaster ride experiences for people with the Autism. It looks like they send up about 2 generational-slave types per 1 person with the Autism, the 2 like unacknowledged teachers, the 3 considered equals. And they ride around up there. It was meant for spirits to live in. I don’t know what to do about this lack of interest in the reality of that. People were meant to be completed people, like hatching from the mortal mold, with that entire universe to fill up. Now that there’s been all of this education instead of fixing the past we’ve got this “security” -done holocaust.
Then I’ve just had 2 problems here, one with the DECO group giving me a strange paper to sign like I’m really signing my life away here, then a paper that I’m requesting medical assistance = medical help, which is the opposite of this situation, and while I ponder how I can’t describe these tricks I realize that Dr. A*’d just done one this morning as though his and my oxygen levels are supposed to be the same, whereas mine is low because I’d smoked, that that’s what’s going to happen, of course it’s different. And when the girl from the DECO’d come in here now she’d said I’d been asleep when I know I wasn’t so I wonder if that isn’t “ass leap,” as signing that paper is bizarre, [ -etc., I have to go now.
4/27/14, Dr. Ahari,
We couldn’t have the same oxygen level no matter what because you weren’t a cigarette smoker, they are never going to be the same.
It isn’t that I didn’t understand the question on Friday, it’s that I disagree with that statement to a large extent.
— The human race is really headed for extinction by this anthropophagy-system, cannibalism, of the global-system, esp. in that that includes the secret ill reducing people to hydrocarbons, petroleum, that that needs to be back-tracked and re-assessed and corrected, is a madman’s idea to do.
gwuh1 = page 3 is in here. [I think that’s a different page 3 maybe]
gwuh2 – 42-74 misc
gwuh3 – a.m.a. discharge paper to 4/1/15 visit