Everything is so difficult to describe that I don’t like to make deletions and since there isn’t much here I’m going to try cleaning up the files by storing excess verbiage here.
Those 2 dots after “situation” made me change my mind about switching to this as the opening header and I’ll still be trying to improve the one I’ve got up there right now, all on the same theme all these years, over and over, Prehistoric-descended (childhood) Autism-psychopathy, bringing gratuitous TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION.
Fair use in Metropolis (1927 film) Though this image is subject to copyright, its use is covered by the U.S. fair use laws because: It’s a low resolution copy of a Film Poster / VHS or DVD Cover. It doesn’t limit the copyright owner’s rights to sell the film in any way, in fact, it may encourage sales. Because of the low resolution, copies could not be used to make illegal copies of the artwork/image. The image is itself a subject of discussion in the article or used in the infobox thereof. The image is significant because it was used to promoted a notable film. (from Wikipedia.)
This director, Fritz Lang, had also done the famous “Woman In/On the Moon” that presaged where we are now, but so did this and his other films, the Autists in their heyday at that time-period and particularly in Berlin where Frau Im Mond is from. I haven’t seen any of his films but I know this film is bad, presaging the underworld-goings on with the “food industry.” These subjects are so difficult for normal people to even be able to say the words of. Erich Mendelsohn and Fritz Lang were likely friends and had traveled to the U.S. in 1924 together I believe, along with Erich Pommer I think was on the same ship. When I finally got a chance to try to bring up about this underworld “food industry” and went to find an illustration to represent this film by I saw some summary of it that mentioned that Moloch is involved in whatever the film is about, whatever the actions in it are, where I only know that his Frau Im Mond was behind the space race so I figure Metropolis is behind the industrialized cannibalism situation, so now I’m trying to quick-learn about this Moloch business and have the impression that that’s connected to what I’m trying to explain about the Jomon/Ainu people’s being befriended by the Autists, that I’d expect that this Moloch business is actually what had become of the friendship of the Autists with then the island-evolved people cut off from mainland society’s evolution.
There’s some little chore on this blogsite I wanted to try to do in preparation for maybe trying to change the format again because I can’t get this to give me print-outs that use the full sheet of paper, type that goes all the way across the line is what I’m looking for. The thing, I recall now, is to try to get pictures as a heading for each of these blogroll posts, that I’d had some difficulty with that is why I’d wound up with this format. The “invisible torture” won’t let me do certain things, it won’t update certain files if there’s something in there some anonymousness or another doesn’t like, and it wouldn’t let me add a “featured image” for the other format onto the “You Were Wrong” post that’s down here somewhere and is in a regular-menu page also, but here on the blogroll I wanted that 26′ cor-ten sculpture of the “Everyman” by Borofsky as the featured image and this system would not stick that picture up there for anything, perhaps on the excuse that I don’t have borofsky’s copyright permission but I’ve only got 2 hands for doing everything and the thing is a blight in 24/7 public view, on one of the busiest streets here– to me it’s a blight because I’m trapped under its type’s Armageddon-making horror off of myself, that that’s the sort of person that worked that Bathgate Avenue Market where the fraud-family I later got put into had likely picked up this curse that’s led to my being victimized like this; I’m not using that image because I’ve got nothing better to do, I’m using it because they’re bringing the end of the planet Earth, it’s just a mistake, and I’m alone in trying to get this entire disaster “straightened out.” I don’t do anything that isn’t under this real-life horror situation of the end of the planet and all of biology for nothing, and when I try to save the file this invisible torture is running these computers and the little cell phone lately, so that I’d wound up with this format but I’ve got this little difficulty with it. Below here are the postcard stamps that I’ve been having these little difficulties with also, and I’ll try to take and send a picture that matches them of the regular postcard, that I can’t send these things to brain-obsessed people.10/10/17, these monsters have got me all sick-feeling. When I thought of the description of “infection” it clicked into place that that had likely been the problem, the open, oozing wound had inadvertently been packed with the wrong, warm, substance, that in the snowy northern areas there isn’t much that has any pleasant or any much odor and the lost group lost track of things and used some of the warm substance from their own bodies for packing the oozing head-wound, and that’s why I can’t get through to anyone and I had to live with this all day alone yesterday in these seas of strangers who are never ever doing anything but one of those threatened to call police on me this morning for walking to this particular quiet-seeming library branch, that there’s nothing but difficulty no matter what I try to do from all of these “doo-dooheads” who all live off of this “Armageddon’s” being made off of bothering me all of my life. I tried to make some 6-line sign to go up at the top of this blogsite but you could imagine how this is going to go over in doo-doohead land I and we all live in anymore. It was an accident and all the system does is keep it covered over and etc. I’ll try to send some of those hand-printed 6-line things I’m working on tonight but the cell phone ran out of battery, everything is sucked from me. I’m hardly able to get anything done and then I have to leave the libraries and there’s nothing but being sucked to death till my next opportunity to do this again for a little while and it’s back to all the horror-invisible-tortures and there’s nothing to any of this, they have childhood Autism-psychopathy from an infection from premature crossing of Beringia. It probably happened at least 40,000 years ago. There’s something wrong with people with black hair and eyes, maybe there’s some inborn oblivion-wish, a self-death-wish that isn’t acknowledged but works on an automatic pilot, and Kathy Foshay gets the brunt of all this world of “doo-doo.” They’re going to keep this going, heading us for extinction and making a 24/7 exhibition off of anything I try to do.
10/11/17, the system-bums are playing all kinds of games to live off of horrifying me, making my life impossible right now and in this meantime before i could reach the relief of the old-age, age-62, social security, by which i could support this blogsite a bit finally, let alone myself. They’re doing, did, a LURE yesterday that I figure is the LURE by which they provide the food for tempting more numbers of people to the bigger LURE disappearance planned for this weekend and then probably the next weekend and seems to be as much as they can “milk” off of this victimizing me before I might get some cash by which i could try to shield myself from this a little, or maybe ever reach a useful sane human specimen left. They keep doing this nonstop noise trick around me since yesterday, yak-yak-yak in my hearing and that causes this internal nervousness that keeps me typing just anything instead of good work on the overall blogsite, so I’ll mention this string of events that after they invisibly-molested me awake for this LURE scam’s probable murder-excuse time last night, during the insomnia hours I recalled that I’d reread recently that FDR had pardoned Wilbur Foshay of the Minneapolis Foshay Tower in 1937 so that he’d gotten out of jail or however that worked back then, but that coincides with this Bathgate Avenue Market “curse” that I’ve been postulating is how I’d wound up into this horror-situation I’m in, that a curse was put onto the Bronx fraud-family based on some piddly overlooked butcher’s expense bill, like some small sum that “the Merchant of Venice” then wants flesh in exchange for, is how I then got into this Armageddon-horror. Then it occurred to me, probably not for the first time but the way I’m invisibly thrashed and bashed around so that I can’t sit and think to accomplish anything I can’t keep good track of all these 10,000 or more of the details that go into describing exactly how we’ve gotten to this TOTAL PLANET/BIOLOGY EXTINCTION this underworld-system is bringing us to, that maybe the current chief executive might even look like FDR; and if so, then what might have been the ova that had been fertilized toward the result, who was around circa 1945 that in combination might be where we are today, etc. Now I recall that also there’s the aspect or detail of this horrifying business with the northern Korean personage, that trying to get to an explanation about that has been on my mind alot lately, and then during insomnia this new idea, and actually the two thoughts together in this “It’s a Small World After All” situation that the system comes from, that I have these things that I’d like to get across to anyone toward getting me away from all these LURE-goons, bad situation I’m engulfed in, where the old “Guelph” people are where I think the nowadays personage just mentioned comes from. There’s some idiot-seeming illustration, maybe there’s a copy in the media file I could find to call up to put here, but it goes with the whole King Casimir part of the “Merchant of Venice” that caught the fraud-family into this curse, interconnected horror on top of that all these people with black hair seem to have this infected-evolution of that black hair real disassociation from anything I’m trying to get discussed about, this hypersensitivity to criticism obsession that might get me gotten de-blogged, so to try to describe, as this computer business seems tailored to that infectedness specifically. I.e., Lucy and Ricky aren’t super-safe territory for discussion either but have alot to do with how the global-system was put together, Ricky seeming to me like having comes from the Siamese predecessor-to-the King and I-king, called Rama III and then IV, and me thinking the fraud-parent comes from Rama VI and I don’t know why I can’t quietly just read and translate to explain the human race’s way out of this dead-end we’re in, where the problems just come from the “original disobedience” of crossing Beringia despite nature’s pleas to stay back, and then they got snowbound and babies got hurt and someone thought that warm doo-doo would be a good salve to keep the brain-juices from oozing out and now we’ve got a planet full of black-haired and -eyed people that live off of these LUREs in place of normal life-ways. I suspect the difficulty might be connected to that then the “Merchant” of Venice-stereotype might have originated from an island, from off of Japan. It’s probably true that things on islands grow to smaller sizes than on mainland because the size is more restricted. So there were the “discovered” islanders who evolved to think in smaller terms’ being discovered by the Autists who’d evolved alone in the wide-open Americas by themselves, lots of room for expansive thinking and then they ran all the animals off into the Pacific and Mississippi so there was even more room for themselves and their big thoughts for themselves, then they met the islanders and partnered for this world-clearance of the other peoples but the world turned out not to be flat, and there’s been no re-assessment of the situation, that the world wasn’t meant to be owned by just the ones who want to be alone with themselves on it, so schools are all over the place and hospitals and jails but there’s just me alone trying to explain for 24 years that a re-assessment has to get taken into consideration because this “psychopathy” has us going to extinction but we’re the only biological planet, we don’t have a right to just blithely go do that.
10/12/17, this only gets worse and worse but remains the same of me being alone with all this and just being “thrashed and bashed” about in the gutters with most of my time while the “feces” piles up from that thrashing and bashing. Yesterday I finally got a chance to look up about this girl I’d heard had committed suicide after being some girlfriend of Allen Ginsberg’s and then last night I checked the date of her suicide against that French Connection-bust near where I’d been living, as a 6-year old but indirectly involved by all this “invisible warfare” into that French Connection business, and the 2 incidents were 2 days apart so I’m suspicious that Allen Ginsberg was connected somehow to the French Connection hiding-brain-serum-behind-the-conspicuous-white-powder-of the cover-up-“heroin” scam that the French Connection was really actually for, as far as I can figure, me saddled with that millennial “Armageddon” business and only learning about this brain-serum specific scam in 2014. So today I have to try to learn more about his former-girlfriend but from looking at the pictures you can already see that they were more like brother and sister so now I’m suspecting it was a people-growing scam the 2 had going, that they were partners in raising and mass-reproducing their own kind, own family that’s largely then behind all this world-taking over business off of Kathy Foshay’s nonstop-invisible-torture victimization, and doing that to me especially since it’s so exciting for themselves that I’ll be trying to look up about themselves today, that the racket is all unlivable, the different number of the scams all living off of this to me. Ginsberg had used to go around (high) saying that he was “God” and I’ve been guessing that that comes from the Ghent Altarpiece’s “God” business, labeling some individual as being that. The torture is doing that “revulsive” torture to me alot lately that I’ll have to try to describe, which I might have to take to the “Armageddon Show” Program file under the WARNING/S menu, subject-set.
10/22, Sunday, everything is the same horror-perpetration that forces the “doo-doohead” Armageddon threats through despite all contrariness to the direction of physics, etc. //11/11 I still haven’t gotten back here to do these little bits I’d thrown in but have to leave them for in case I do get a chance.
: “Unity in diversity”
Anthem: O Arise, All You Sons 
Location of Papua New Guinea (green)
and largest city
The map image didn’t make it, maybe I could fill it in later, that in this particular one New Guinea looked like the two sides, left and right, of our brains. Twenty-three year old Michael disappeared on Nov. 19, 1961 and the search was given up in December. He’d been there on some anthropology-connected project and went back to NY in September and went back to New Guinea in November. In the “French Connection” scam the bust was made in Brooklyn in January and a month’s stakeout in the Bronx till that Feb. 27, 1962 bust that I was indirectly involved into, leaving me alone with the global “narcotic” brain-eating system’s taking us to extinction, etc., problem. This has a lot of the system’s “earmarks” is maybe the word, about it, a large-scale ritual toward their/its Armageddon. Possibly the big motive was to keep Gov. (Nelson) Rockefeller out of going back in for the Bronx stakeout, keeping the regular narcotics agents back off away from interfering with the ritual-prepared set, comparing Michael’s 2 visits to the 2 locations of the Fuca family, and there’d been a murder and 2 break-ins then that I recall, indications to stay out of the Bronx, and the sadism fits these brain-eating “narcotics-dependents’” modus operandi, to do all that to suit their desire to stay high, inventing computers and things for themselves, but I’m saying that the 1966-69 space findings showed that they are way out of whack with reality, and all I’m finding is that they’re just drug addicts except that its brain, not meant for this “traditional” way/abuse they’d evolved.
I’ve been trying to get that RITUAL-patterns message-set through and think it will go when/if I get to a regular library-use time so I haven’t tried to retype it and it just preys on my mind that it’s undone yet. Now it’s me that’s trapped in a pattern I can’t get out of, the one of 2005-15 where I’m obsessed with looking up just a little more library-type material (research and work are words the invisible-torture keeps me afraid of using,) and all my days are taken into that with this torture like riding my head as usual, everything the same “Armageddon Program” patterns and unprovable and worsening, etc. And I see that there’s only a huge-huge trap-trick ahead of me and don’t have anyone to ventilate about it to, to do with the international or global “narcotic” trafficking, the “French Connection,” aspect of all this, the whole planeticide. I have to (“try to,” mimicking my teeny self,) print out a copy of that permission form below here, (the one to Workman Pubs.) for an image of what it’s like with “this thing on my head.” The building photo (the ritual behind it) is an example of what the system does outside while sitting on me.
7/10, Tuesday; I’m trying to find a picture of the Ghent Altarpiece’s “God” character, that the system still goes by that! and they do look alot like this guy above (no pun here ever unless mentioned,) and Allen Ginsberg etc.
— 7/11/18, this big-sized one was all I could find real quick, because now I found out I really am leaving here tomorrow and not Friday so I feel way behind on everything, trying to pack up the little wheeled cart again, praying and swearing for the bums to quit doing this “magic” removing my breathing air “bell jar” phony “magic” trick they learned to do because of the serotonin-addiction, that they could see the letters from speech and other phenomenon that come from the “LSD/serotonin” -using that is unnatural, etc. Stabbing women to open our bellies to take our ovaries was unnatural also, to stab into other people isn’t and wasn’t normal. Many of the Autists have therefore gone into becoming surgeons and such, been channeled toward doing the stabbing legally. I feel like I have to hurry because of all the odds and ends I’ve only got about 2 hours for now and I have to look for a picture of Kai from ancient Egypt, that he’s like the St/e. Foy and the boy in the “Carfagni” example photo I put below this post, and that should get straightened out tonight also but I likely won’t have the time. Here my point is that the system had substituted people for the missing food because of the “accidental” extincting of the dinosaurs that the later stabbers had perpetrated but in the 20th century everybody had been busy researching and it’s nearly obvious that the dinosaurs had become extinct because their eggs somehow hadn’t hatched and instead of re-assessing the system-people are sitting on all the information and forcing their own Autists’ system onto the whole planet and everyone, and then it just goes on and on with description of that. I don’t know how they can get high (or whatever their terminology is, like, they don’t believe serotonin or other brain chemicals are addictive because the physical pull to do more isn’t there, but their system-beliefs only exist when they are under the influence and if they don’t have it reality is there,) realize all the damages perpetrated* and yet still the system is like fighting little me’s ability to do this blog or write letters or anything except be a ghost-prisoner for their torture-punishment “magic” show displays and lie-stories about me. Just recently they’d had some phony paleontology news item about dinosaur eggs that didn’t mention anything like the simple explanation that this is, for everything. —
I’m trying to point out that the book on Dinosaurs seems to me to be referencing the “Ghent Altarpiece” by the rock wall and now I notice these that look like bone-fragments the same way the archaeologist has his foot on a shipment of dinosaur bones, where I have the impression the red-cloaked “St. Christopher” sometimes he’s called, seems to be walking over a buried large skull, between his legs, in the detail from the Ghent Altarpiece that I usually use for pointing out the Pill-grim boy. The pieces seem to be coming together to where the Pill-grim boy seems also to be “the E Pluribus Unum” boy, male. These“bums” have had me so bummed-out that I haven’t been able to stand to hear either the word man or father, that all I know are these LURE-bums who are mockery of those words. I’m trying to open this file mainly to try to replicate the paragraph or bring those subjects back together again that they’d chewed up and lost for me the other day when I realized this is a “Shahan-base” of some sort that I’m in, that the Borgia pope Alexander VI had made that 1492 bull dividing the just-found New World between Spain and Portugal and that Portugal had moved over to what’s now Turkey during the circa 1570 Joseph Nasi time and become more or less the whole Middle East business, and that when Magellan had showed that the world is round they’d made the circa 1523 Treaty of Zaragoza/Saragossa dividing Asia between their 2 powers also, and obviously these guys haven’t changed much at all and that’s what’s running the global-system, the 1492 agreement between or amongst themselves and also I’ve got a file under Stereotypes trying to explain that they’d “stolen” the Vatican; maybe to them a deal is a deal, but I’m saying that 49 years ago the moon-landing showed that their beliefs have maybe not any connection to reality, and for 25 years like this I’ve been repeating that the system has to get re-assessed in view of all the research findings everyone had worked so hard in the 20th century to come up with, and the main research finding is that you can’t harvest the stars as though they’re gems like diamonds, and the moon is only a boring type of rock, etc. This didactic tone doesn’t set well but they garbaged the way I had put it the other day and it’s alot of things to try to keep in mind and pull together and get down okay. The other thing is that not only are they sneaky and secretive about everything but, like in the case with the book cover above, they’re preventing reality from being allowed by infiltrating and then dominating the key fields like, what happened to the dinosaurs? Their little “Kai”! friends had killed the baby-eggs so that no more dinosaurs grew. Instead of allowing that simple fact to be dealt with and thereby moved on from in our evolution they’re just, as, sitting on the truth and trick-beating up everybody that’s “normal,” that’s not in their book of life of themselves. I’ll try to find better way of presenting this same material, that’s less-offensive to the “macho” Autists.
7/9/18, Monday: I put together one of the 2015 car-hit tricks: When I got the quick look at the medical record this past January I noticed a mention that I’d been moved to a different room just before I was woken/woke in the intensive care unit and now I noticed mention that there were alot of police going to the room next door the next day or day after, as one of the nurses had later remarked on how young they’d seemed. I guess now that they were told that that was Kathy Foshay over in the room I’d actually been in for the week of unconsciousness, but that brings me to how I’d somehow gotten all beat up plus then this horror-subject of that it seems they made “educational videos” or films of my privates, like for new foreign medical personnel, the place being right next door to the national institute of well-being, so to try to describe, which reminds me that I’d worked a day there once, kitchen help, and the boss looked like one of the doctors I’d worked for, that I see “bio-descendents of those guys alot in these places. There were 8 of them that took turns working in an E.R. — etc… but I can only recall seven of their names and faces so far.
isn’t true. It’s only true while they’re high on the “limitless” human resource of more brain to get high off of, more serotonin. This just should get updated in recognition of the fact that the system was totally wrong about getting rich off of harvesting whatever Space held. I’ve been trying to wait till I can buy a copy of the paperback but that’s at least a week away and I’ve got the attention of at least some spy or a whole demi-monde of them so I wanted to get this mentioned
1- that they only feel LIMITLESS, exponentially great, while under the influence (of their wrongfully begotten “narcotic,” and
2- the system was like diametrically mistaken with their outer space expectation of that there was bound to be something or another out there that they’d find that would change things, change their finances at least, and there isn’t, Space isn’t for mortals, wasn’t.
I have to mention this today because this place I’m in appears to be full of “offspring-descendants” of the Borgia pope, Pope Alexander VI, as with the “Shahan” line I keep mentioning I see all the time, that they seem to come from there and thence all these, as Shahan was from not far from here,
(big piece missing, to be re-typed,)
Bishop Shahan, 1857-1932
Bishop Shahan, 1857-1932. I’m going to try cropping the top of the photo and sending it again but I don’t know how long that’ll actually take me to get done because the phone’s re-charging and that’ll go into tomorrow likely.
(the Jomon-type. — I don’t know what that was attached to. Yesterday it was like a garbage truck chewing up what I’d written…)
This I’m adding because nearby Pittsfield is where General Electric’s Plastics division had come up with the plastics for the helmet-shield, but I’m signing back off right away because of the worries. (Add photo of Alan Shepard.)
— August 2017 Natl Geographic, Voyager, 40 years later by Timothy Ferris, near the end, “Now the Voyagers as well are nearing the end of their scientific life. Their weakening radio signals, currently reporting on the surprisingly complex plasma bubble that surrounds the sun and marks the designated boundary between the solar system and interstellar space, are expected to fall silent” in about 12 years. I’m going to try to find out what this alleged system-bubble is.
That’s a NASA diagram of its layers. I guess it’s very similar to the ozone layer or seal they’d broken in Oct. 1947, the Army had with Chuck Yeager. Maybe he was descended from Phineas Gage as their injury-records are pretty similar, Yeager always smiling anyway.
From the last page of Dianetics/Scientology’s L. Ron Hubbard’s “Doomed Planet,” 1982, last in a 10-book Mission Earth series, that this really is how the system-people or the Autists of them feel and what they’re always doing. This was way after the moon landing and seeing the reality of out there hasn’t any effect on the Autists. Hubbard was from the John Carroll (1735-1815) longtime slave-line. There’s a little more of this page under the Space-race area under Medical/Science but I’m still trying to straighten out all these thrown together pieces.
The “Pill-grim” boy in orange on the right seems to be most of the system.
|I saw the Shriners’ logo and put it here for a minute while I went back to the room for dinner and came back and all these spooky little things have been started toward creeping me out. Really it’s too much for anyone to live through, all the system’s/system-people’s parasitism (as I’ve been explaining for 25 years now…. The logo is like a picture of a Sword of Damocles with an Egyptian-style head under it and that sort of bridges the gap/s amongst this Shahan-type, the Ghent Altarpiece Pill-grim boy and then the small-sized dark-haired guy who’d sung the song “Sword of Damocles” in the Rocky Horror Picture Show; I think his name is Travis White, from the land down under. I don’t know for sure how I can use a picture of him to go here, but the interconnection between the Shahan and the small-sized type that seem to be the usual or classic Autists, according to what I can figure so far. This box is where I’d had the Shriners logo to use it for jotting this explication of its connection to here. I’m going to have to try finding the material I’d lost from Egypt where these system-people had done or had had done sculptures of themselves. I hope the spookiness goes and stays away from me. They seem to be trying to terrorize me with people made from the fraud-parent of the fraud-cousine, a branch that had moved to Westchester County in NY, from the Bronx.|
Bishop Shahan was given a title I’ll have to check the exact word/s, like an honorary bishop of Germanicopolis: Germanicopolis (Greek: Γερμανικόπολις) may refer to several cities, (re)named after Germanicus, all in Asia Minor (Asian Turkey) :
- Germanicopolis in Bithynia, a former name of Tahtalı, Turkey
- Germanicopolis in Isauria, a former name of Ermenek, Turkey
- Germanicopolis in Paphlagonia, a former name of Çankırı, Turkey,
from Wikipedia, this subject coming up again yesterday but I forget the exact wording, that that Bishop Shahan, d. 1932, that looks much like then the “666” self-nicknamed character Aleister Crowley, (also passed,) who was a little involved with the Jet Propulsion Laboratory through Jack Parsons of Pasadena, Calif., has something about Germanicopolus I think it’s spelled on his sarcophagus-tombstone, on the wall the death plaque. I took a photo so I can have the spelling and specific what it’s about for looking up, but then I have to describe to the whole “permissions” area of the basilica all these details and they aren’t ready yet, but it looks like whatever exactly that it’s likely this that goes back to Germanicus. All I can think offhand is that that’s one of the historical characters slightly before or after Claudius of that I, Claudius well-known book about the Emperor Claudius who I think was after Julius and Augustus.
Germanicus, 15 BC to 19 AD, died 33 years old, Roman emperor, father of Nero and Caligula. //This I’m including because it likely has some relevance, from Wikipedia’s article on Germanicus: Pleiades of the Leiden Aratea, an illustrated manuscript of Germanicus’ Phaenomena dating to the 9th century. Leiden University, library website, PD because of its age:(I think there might have been 2 different dates on the same Germanicus name, it’s a little confusing; one around 900 AD maybe.))
(the Jomon-type. — I don’t know what that was attached to. Yesterday it was like a garbage truck chewing up what I’d written…)
— (1/22/18, Monday,) I somehow can’t get my “Read More” tag back after deleting it to move it to here. I still can’t figure why the type is compacted into the solid black lines or what the other typographical problems come from, as this is somehow closely related then to the John Carroll file-post and it’s got the same sort of problems and trying to keep all the pieces and get them closer together so I can try to get some assistance because this global-system just comes from a bunch of errors that should be getting worked out and instead they do this gutter-circus on me so even tiny me can’t get straightened out no matter what I try to do out here. Also I’m adding that the famous cartoonist Stan Lee and the famous Dr. Sidney Gottlieb are also from this “Braintree/da Vinci” sort, but then so also I think is the different-looking John Carroll type, from the da Vinci sort. I’m trying to smooth out these things and for no reason the continue-reading sign isn’t working so I could get these messier areas at least off of the front screen. Previously written:
The part about this enterobacter aerogenes and s related staph. aureus is that I’d begged and begged for sputum collections to try to figure out what this foul curse I’ve got is from. I was only able to get those 56 pages of my 11 weeks of the chart at the hospital and there was only that one mention of the enterobacter and I’m guessing that that’s what my problem is called. They had me on antibiotics for some infection for a long time but those are the only papers I got, from the nursing home I’d gone to after there I was able to get those few luckily, so I’d guess that that staph infection was cleared up but that this enterobacter was only slightly deterred by all my time in those places. What it is is it started in October 2009 and I connected it to the September 2009 visits to that local clinic for homeless people at that big 2nd and D Streets, NW shelter, that it was some sort of a side effect from antibiotics or what that that doctor had given me in September that in October I’d started waking up with a real foul taste in my mouth, but it’s never gone away so I finally figured that it was a curse from that doctor’s fulfilling it for someone that’s real high in the religious hierarchy hereabouts, that those people like this “Armageddon Program” way of LURING people to disappearance and so had the doctor switched around to one that would set this curse that I would wake up with an “s***mouth” so that I’d be real negative and then the Armageddon gimmick that the holocausting gets blamed on me for being bad, that say I wake up foul-mouthed and cursing people to death as I’m barraged with all these sneaky underworld-directed tricks that everyone does a little each of more or less, so this is still going on, all my days I wake up spitting and spitting and wiping this foul liquid-horror out of my mouth, etc. The subject came up when Cincinnati Insurance was asking for medical paperwork on me and this is my favorite piece of medical paperwork because it’s the only one that indicates that something is wrong with my sputum, in all these years I haven’t been able to get any assistance with getting rid of this, like it doesn’t exist. I think underworld “nurses” come around and spoon that crap into my “hologram image body” and it gets into me that way, around 4 a.m. every day it seems like someone does a round and spoons that into me in fulfillment of a prescription from that weirdo “Dr. Presents!” his phony name was pronounced like, there being 2 different guys that played that role, 1 young guy that looked like say the guy from the 1926 rocket club, Johannes Winkler, cute young normal-looking guy, then the next time I went there the guy was about 50 years old and said he was the same guy. I think I’d disagreed a little with what was prescribed and then he’d had some retribution sneak-taken out on me, some little foreign stereotype-girl beating me all around the head whenever she saw me, and the following month there was this foul terrible stuff every morning, is why I’d sent this, that I was going to try to describe to Cincinnati this horror that I wake up into and then walk through all these inter-connected different curses till I sleep again then wake up with this foul-business and into the curses for the day each day pattern all these years. When I saw the picture of Hofmann, where next I have to check if he even was a doctor, he didn’t have to be as a lab worker, this different picture perhaps looks like the particular religious guy that I suspect that weird doctor had been sent to see me because of, because this is such a lucrative “Program” to use me for getting rid of the nice normal people. — No, I guess they don’t look enough alike. Big eyebrows on Hofmann.
30 May, that big “Apocalypse Now” fire engine scene on Friday night/Saturday morning had some atmosphere like there was a connection of protest to this about the high religious figure, but I think that that was secondary to the “show” as though it’s okay for those “Thundervilles” to “communicate” out to me from whatever this underworld is, that phony trick scene part of the whole thing, whereas at the time I’d kept noticing the theme of this foul taste in my mouth situation, as though we were woken up at one a.m. so I’d notice that there already was some of that and it therefore isn’t some 3-4 a.m. dosage that has been being perpetrated, but some other “reason” for that, and all I could figure is that it’d be that those odious (to me) Thundervilles are underground watching my hologram-prisoned image, “magic” image, and as the sign of their proximity that foul taste goes into my mouth. I think that because there’s some on and off long-time theme of air going into my intestines while I’m trying to read in that now-closed library, spates of it that I figure come from some stereotype’s being nearby that knows how to do that particular trick of putting air bubbles into an image as they’re watching it or some such, so that perhaps that foul saliva or sputum has some similar sort of a connection, being the point of that exercise to wake me to notices that at 1 a.m. there was already that as though it just comes from my own self naturally which I don’t think so because it’s onset was sudden in October 2009. It’s very disgusting to wake up like this every day and that seems to be the point of its happening to me. But my point was trying to communicate what this torture is like as first there’s that and then there was this girl whose bed I’m now in, that that was the 2 types of horror both together every morning as soon as I gained consciousness, but the one problem isn’t there now, though there’s still some connection to the larger Armageddon-making Program, etc.// 3 June 2017, surprise surprise for me, I found a picture of Alexander Graham Bell’s partner Thomas Watson where he looks like the same type as that “Dr. Presents!” that had preceeded/preceded the foul “thick spit” and phlegm horror problem I’ve got, with that silver hair that is a stereotype around all these difficulties I’ve got, that I pre-cringe any time I see one of them like that headed toward my direction anymore. Nobody ever says or does anything but they’re obviously out on the street because they’re doing some sort of a “curse” onto me or my day, and it turns out they’re mass-reproduced off of the Watson type, which likely’d come from the Alexander von Humboldt who’s real important to all this too main type of a type, but this silver-haired ones are a big difficulty for me and that’s where they come from, from Bell’s partner. I’ll try to get a pdf or something on here tomorrow, have to go get an illustration from that kiddie book on Bell because of this sudden realization now that I’m trying to use a “Smartphone” because of that Jury Duty that I really really need the pay from, so I’d gotten a Lifeline and now it’s just tricks galore with the thing even way more obviously than with these computers.// 6/12/17, Monday, one other possiblity’s occurred to me, that I got cursed with this because many of the industry-made foods we eat come from “transformed” toilet-matter. I get this idea from that Theodore Herzl had written a play, circa 1900, which’s title I can’t find anywhere yet but had read around 2009. Oecomenius or some such I think was the title and a main character’s name, about some “god” maybe named that, like an old Greek god, someone who’d found out about something that he felt would save humanity, some fabulous great secret new discovery, and I guessed it was turning the chemical structure of toilet into the chemical structure for bread. I also was looking into Herzl’s anything because I guessed that he and very young Adolf Hitler were “partners,” like a 16-year old orphaned Adolf alone in Vienna (or a little younger, and getting picked up as a partner by Herzl, toward all this Armageddon, making the world nice and safe for the likes of sensitive people….. I’ll try to look for this play again. They didn’t have too open a relationship or there’d be more “clues” about it but all I could find, Herzl allegedly passing in 1904 was that Hitler had had a bugaboo about bearded men watching him when he turned around sometimes, guys he couldn’t actually make contact with, but Herzl’s “magician” type was using Adolf in the LURE -gimmick way to disappear unsuspecting LURED people, come look at the sensitive young guy we’re watching from the underworld, then you get jumped from behind while you’re voyeuring on someone the same way that’s generally done with this type of the invisible torture off of and onto me, same sneaky scam. Hitler used to go to Vienna whenever he could starting around age 13 when his mother was in a hospital there or to that effect time-wise, and I guess that Herzl, supporting the Autists and their general Armageddon, had latched onto the boy. There’s also that that “prehistoric Venus” little sculpture was found in Hitler’s town of Linz, the Willendorf Venus, and that’s like a symbol for my type, a fat little blind and maybe deaf little “sex object.” Then it’s rigged that the script claims that I’m jealous of a female that looks like the Venus figurine called the Venus of Dolni Vestonice, and the other figurines are for like the various stereotyped types of females.//When this “foul taste” in my mouth in the mornings started in Oct. 2009 I had been on a diet of just stuff I can get from a drug store, the CVS stores around here were nearly my only diet and on food stamps you only have six dollars a day for food so I was getting alot of potato chip types of foods to last me the whole day and it’s possible that the process alot of the cheap foods I eat comes from that “scientific miracle” alluded to in the obscure now Herzl play, as a 3rd possibility for how this horror is possible, that I’m being retributed for eating things nobody knows are made like that.
13 July, I just added the (4) picture-repeats of Thomas A. Watson, Bell’s partner, that the doctor “Prezant!” that had preceded this horrible foul-mouth every morning had looked like a slightly larger-boned or heavier type like Mr. Watson, whose name is the same as the IBM-founding family father’s, though I’d have to check the other’s middle initial/name.
— Also I think the system does this to force-keep my teeth looking yellow, that as I sleep this saliva is just sitting in my mouth and I wake up and try to keep spitting it all out; it’s really a horror and since it started all of a sudden I figure it’s a system-done thing, an underworld “trick.” I found a little note from the time it started, and it was connected to this book I’d come across on Cane Toads, that that was about the title of the book, a juvenile or teen-level book about them in Australia and there was a picture of a user and his doctor at the back and I’d made a letter about this Armageddon/Revelation problem of mine that highlighted that the Revelation author/s looked something like the user and when I brought it to the clinic they’d given me a doctor who, the note mentions, looked similar to that new, “Dr. Presanz!” like “Presents!” the Armageddon Program “entertainment” off of insulting me maration that this “Program” does. Then this foul gunk in my mouth as I sleep started and, shudder, shudder, the main distraction from the Armageddon-Revelation world-takeover is this science fiction-horror subject of this fraud-parent as in the French Connection photo I always use since I found it in 2014, the figure #6 on the far-right in that photo, and that person had always had dark yellow teeth, so I suspect that doing this horror to me is artificially-done by the underworld for the purpose of lying that that type of person has all these legal rights over me, as the system-types have seemed to always go by that they can do whatever they want because that “t***” in 1989 had put that wrongful label of the “schiz*” onto my record, like an alibi for this underworld actually pulling off their book of Revelation sneak-way of taking over Earth, that any complaint I make they just sneer that I’m crazy, ignore me, and I’m just a ghost-prisoner (8/3/17 and hoping for rescue by the age-62 Social Security payments in time before these monsters do do me in.)
August 24, 2017, Thursday, they are demolishing me, for little but their usual Wednesday night LURE, just tore me to nothing for that plus “they” seem on a rage because tourist season is going to be over soon. There isn’t any explanation for all this invisible-torture to little me. Especially on Wednesday evenings when I get out to that night-shelter the partner that looks like this joins the “Merchant of Venice” -type in using all those shelter-girls for doing a LURE that then I get molest-invisibly-woken in the middle of the night so that I’m always angry and horrified and swearing, same pattern virtually since 2005 but the Wednesday part of it is new to this location out there, that place, etc. “The inferno-shelter.” It was awful, all rituals, behavior-hints leading up to the middle of the night waking and waking me over and over, but it’s what they’ve always done, the LURE works off of anger, and underworld they do anger primarily after gathering “pigeon” -people but also it works alot by torturing me till I get angry in any sort of the annoying ways they gnaw at me till that happens, so then I did today and it’s so hopeless for me. I don’t really know what this picture of Mary Foote Henderson is about because she doesn’t look like that in the Wikipedia photo but I only get a minute to look up this or that, and she’s definitely not Berliner’s mother like had been my first thought. I was just doing this on the cell phone with no idea that a bunch of before-bed rituals were going to be sprung. I could be left completely out of it like I truly only am but the anonymous LURE-runners can’t seem to stand to leave me out of their murder-tricks. It’s really scary. When one of the regular LURE-girls came back and started doing its regular pattern I’d looked up and said that they must have had a big LURE night, and that maybe she leaves before the people are killed but that I get blamed for the anger behind the kills, words to that effect, and you never know when these “orc-people” are going to get “the authorities” to ambulance-abduct one to disappearance, I only live in fear, as all this is always unprovable, but they don’t have to include me in and I’m always so busy, like with this latest Henrietta Lacks business I just learned about, that it’s leading to the Rothschilds and Napoleon’s Josephine and that King Charles I of England and his wife Henrietta Maria, that Maryland was named for, that those crazy Autists from 400 years ago have underworld-made descendants all over the place and it seems that Henrietta Lacks business was a purposely-done curse against the U.S. in 1951, when the Autists assumed they’d be ruling the planet from Mars or if worse came to worse (sic) from the moon, if need be only, instead of their most-preferred Mars choice to live/rule from.
Maybe that baby had come from the pregnant lady in that other famous painting, the Wedding of that guy from Lucca, the title/name escaping me right now, where he’s holding the finger up like, Wait, and that the baby might have been raised to then become the Alexander von Humboldt who — might have descendant-slaves all around everywhere nowadays.
June 29 — “Arnolfini Portrait” the search-engine says is the title, and yes the lady’s look alike. Jan van Eyck painted both the pictures, so I’m figuring that first the pregnant “Madonna” was painted with the husband “signing” to Wait, we’re not finished yet, and then when they were “finished” and the baby was birthed, then the thieves or murderers could take the baby instead of killing it along with the mother’s death or what was going on. It’s said that whoever he’s signing to is pictured in the reflection in the mirror behind the couple, that whoever was by the door or the easel their image would be in that mirror, but I haven’t been able to try to magnify a good copy of the painting. It’s in London’s National Gallery. So that that Chancellor Rolin, a big historical character but that was so long ago that I don’t know what the documentation on that life would be, appears to be picking up the baby, and then there are 2 guys outside with a peacock, like waiting for the Chancellor and come to think of it might be like the 2 guys behind the large figure in that Melozzo da Forli painting that I’ve dubbed the Stealing of the Vatican but is called the Inauguration of the Vatican Library. I’m trying to recall what name the big guy in this one has got, that that is young Pope Julius “Chains” the second I think, Cardinal della Rovere, Giuliani della Rovere maybe, but 2 different painters, and said to be from 2 different locales and times, Chancellor Rolin picking up the baby said to be from Flanders, up around Ghent somewhere, and the other one in Rome. Rubens had spend alot of time in Italy. It’s possible he was busy transporting paintings up to the north or vice-versa or both. But Chancellor Rolin and “Chains” della Rovere look alot alike. I can’t draw any 2 things the same, can barely make the same recipe 2 times that everything comes out slightly different, so I’ve been thinking that maybe those portraits are of the same model, and it’s a model that looks alot like “The Politician” John Edwards, and in the Basilica here they installed this multi-ton wall sculpture over the door which’s title escapes me right now, like Calling of the Holy Ones for the Millennium or such, over their door where the main figure, said to be the Virgin Mary character, looks like Mr. Edwards. Then I think I’ve got one in my purse that I might could try to send but it isn’t that urgent, where the Virgin Mary on the tympanum at Conques where the St/e. Foy is also looks like Mr. Edwards. I haven’t researched Aristotle yet either, trying to get to a few things on that subject, but they might come from that type, or from the Achilles type or both, and they’re a little involved in that car-hit on me, a type off of that type or vice-versa, some line of that type or type of that line, of the self-mass-reproducing Autists…. The big summary about Chancellor Rolin is that he was the manager for Charles the Bold’s time-period up there in Flanders, Charles and the other royalty of that time, Charles’ 1/2-brother or what called Anthony, the Great Batard, which we say means like vintner, wine-expert, steward or such. I don’t get to read on subjects like these, very motivated to do so but all my time is used up walking around these gutters all these years. The big writer on that history-period’s last name is Vaughan, Richard Vaughan or Vaughn, and it’s said that the “Vau” syllable indicated that magic is somehow connected to the subject, and all that time period is very murky but brings up that Rene d’Anjou and Joan of Arc and all those cliffs in the north of France. The Ghent Altarpiece is said to have been painted for the birth of Charles the Bold’s previous brother who’d passed at childbirth and so Charles had inherited the work as his birth-gift, and he’s much like that little Pilgrim, that the little Pilgrim might have been Charles the Bold’s pater and they went into the Percival business and pilgrimages out to La Finestre Spain and to Portugal, then over to claim the New World.
lamb mosaic nsic basilica, this is gone now and difficult to get a copy of. They’re replacing it with a Nicene Creed theme I think I’d seen when I’d gone by to check something last winter.
— Here’s a little note I’ll just transfer from the above-MENU start for this file: I keep losing this (picture). The little booklet I get it from is probably real hard to find.I can’t afford the color-copies and they’re only 35-cents at that now-closed library. It’s that the circa 1920s artist Bancel LaFarge had done 2 ceiling mosaics at this Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception of Mary on Michigan Avenue, NE here and the face of the main figure in especially this, the “Last Judgment” mosaic looks just like Larry Page the Google co-founder to me, assuming that that’s what Mr. LaFarge had looked like. The other ceiling mosaic, on the East Apse on the Catholic University of America side of the Basilica, is “The Creation,” a must-see, plus both seem to have references to dinosaurs/dragons that intrigues me in the first place, etc. (Last Judgment ceiling mosaic at the Basilica NSIC, partner to The Creation mosaic on the East Apse, should be in a file here somewhere but it might not be anymore somehow.)
I’m having a little trouble getting this matching ceiling-painting onto here, that goes with the “The Creation.” It was difficult finding out who’d painted these and after many books and some questioning there I finally got the name Bancel LaFarge and that he’d passed in the early 1930s, a son of artist John LaFarge but they don’t look alike, me assuming that Bancel looked like the “Adam” figure as that’s the same face in the “The Last Judgment” painting I’m trying to get onto here, and then they have this huge “Christ in Majesty” that’s important also that I’ll get to, but also now there is a 1959 photo-lie of me to do with housing I’m going to try to dig up out of the Library of Congress soon as I can that might get in the way of trying to keep these post-files in some sort of organized order for trying to get across what all I’m talking about. That “aunt” had never noticed anything wrong about the way I was being raised and I couldn’t figure it out and all of a sudden I realized she was likely the “egg-mother” of this housing worker. One of my college teachers in retrospect and then comparing pictures I figure also had come from Huxley, a well-known lady, and the guy that tricked me into being the doof-bait in this horror-LURE “Armageddon Show” was likely one of Huxley’s offspring-descendants I call the “Brave New World” disembodied-ovae-fertilized “products,” for lack of anyone to assist me with all this. I don’t know how to describe it all or why there’s never any comment-feedback to all the writing I’ve distributed or not to this blogsite. I don’t want to advertise for readers because tricking people through my writing is how these system-people have been doing their getting rid of the normal people, kill and replacing the normal people out here and wherever they all are, the undergrounders, because people who like to stay high on LSD/brain only can stay underground to feel secure against getting caught or bothered by others, they just want to sit and enjoy themselves.
(I think this Shahan d. 1932’s sarcophagus (sp?) might have the same crucifix that the popes use, I have to find a way to check out soon, that that last time I’d been to the Basilica I think I’d read the write-up on where the “fancy,” gory-detailed, crucifix Benedict XVI’d used’d come from and then’d looked at Shahan’s and now it occurs they were the same? – have to sign off now, etc. 3/26, it isn’t the same type of crucifix but also the gory kind in general, getting a quick look on this “Find a Grave” website.)
(duplicated here because of some technical difficulty:) bad slut, etc., then all the (non-Autist) witnesses get holocaust “disappeared” .pdfso I therefore hardly give this URL to anyone, only a few of the medical and then the legal and insurance people but I’m growing increasingly desperate to get out of this (Catholic Charities) shelter at the end of Massachusetts Avenue by the Anacostia because there isn’t enough air circulation where I sleep. I’ve been stranded with some of these same people and staff since 2005 and I can’t get the bed changed basically because it’s just a “joke” that I’m all by myself without surviving witnesses to any of this behind-my-back-under-my-feet “Armageddon Program,” Armageddon-making show nightmare invisibly all over and off of me. When I got the mail from the Maryland car driver’s insurance company I thought I’d get restituted (sic) and could use the money to go read Florence Sabin’s voluminous (12 feet or so) letters mostly daily to her sister in Denver and that that could explain how circa 100 years ago the system had been sneaking around setting all this up and then into all the medical work she’d done. Also she’d got alot of letters at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore I could look at after Smith and the whole medical system could potentially get straightened out, then the legal, insurance, government, etc., but, the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step and I’ve just been stranded here in this sneaky “Armageddon” strategy since 2005, writing as many letters as I can that the system (merely) comes from an obscure people under the other side of the planet who’ve got Prehistoric-descended Autism-psychopathy with dependence on hallucingens from other people, which makes them parasites and parasites have a self-limiting future, we are really going to become extinct and those’s ancestors had long ago destroyed the developing solar system because nature can’t create just to turn over the new lives to Autist-psychopaths, etc., I’m always trying to explain but I’ve gotten absolutely covered-up to nowhere. Please, please be careful not to let my material get taken out of context, using it as a LURE for normal people is how the Armageddon-making has been getting accomplished for decades now and in general back to that 1962 “French Connection” photo where those are suitcases that I’d been “tricked” into playing with before they’d disappeared for that. They’re likely still in police storage, but I’ve always got to try to “make contact” with one human-level being and so I send out these letters and the system contacts the recipients and over the years has grown completely strong so that I’m just sitting underneath all sabotage still trying to do the same thing but my health is bad from these “show” condtions plus the (horror) library downtown has closed so I don’t even have anywhere to be during the day, am in walking distance to your building though. The American Chemical Society and the NIH live in like a parallel Autists’ world that doesn’t understand or notice anything that I’m trying to say. For a hundred dollars I could get a bus up to Smith College and $400 would buy 5 days in a hotel within walking distance to the library and then they seem to have reasonable bed and breakfasts in Northampton because there might be a whole lot I could find in her letters that would help that could make an extended stay, toward clearing up this Armageddon-situation as I figure she was a predecessor to this same “magic,” the magic, science and religion situation that I, and the planet, solar system and universe, have got. I hardly get any time on computer and am thinking back and forth between this and a letter to some social work-type and hope you can realize that I’m only this tiny thing and the most-tortured person because I’m aware the this system comes from that mere developmental disability and the system just purposely uses my letters for assistance as a war-gimmick, so again please try to be more careful with the material but try to figure a way anyone could work with me. I hope you got my email from over the weekend, about Dubos’ photo. Sincerely, K. Foshay