News Briefs – 06/26/2022

No. You just haven’t gotten to the root of your problem yet. Once you do, your body can reset in less than a day, literally, and rebuild in just a few weeks. Signaling cascades move incredibly quickly, and that is what happens when you remove an inflammatory stimulus. The body shuts off the inflammatory process very fast, and rebuilds just as fast.

And file away there may be something else at work. IMO, you are being followed. It might be even more ominous they are hiding, and not doing it overtly, so you only saw it at that empty shop that time. I’m going to record a short history of my own here, partly because I wish I had seen it at your age, and partly to document it here, because this thing is out there, and its fuckery should not be lost to history. It will be long, and maybe not of interest to most.

My Freshman year of high school was bullies, until it became clear that was only feeding my power level, and then that all stopped cold in a day. Sophomore year they tried to get me to beat up a kid who it turned out had heart problems and a big scar running down his sternum. I didn’t fight kids smaller than me, so that plan rapidly turned into the little underaged Jewish honeypot. You’d think, well maybe she was a girl with a crush on some kid a year older, but no. There were other kids, who were older, and from other parts of town, who ostensibly didn’t know her, who were all trying to put that together. They were all under orders from some adults in a command.

It is a bit chilling, I was 15, clueless, just happily wandering through the world like it belonged to me, and I was not only pitted against a group of spook kids pretending to be just like me, but some sort of sophisticated intel-trained adult spooks who were coordinating all these kids to alter my path in some way. And probably not to make me really rich, and powerful, and happy.

I ignored all of them, I was on a path, and junior year, just as the SATs were about to hit, I got sick. The timing would have been perfect to fuck up the SATs, though I did fine anyway. But I was really sick. A year later, my brain was somehow screwed up, and I could not even process speech well. People would say things, and it would take 30-40 seconds for me to take the words I heard and piece the meanings together into thoughts. Kind of like knowing a foreign language, but you had to translate each word’s meaning and then put them together. I took to acting distracted, and then asking people to repeat things. As they went through the act of repeating it, I was quickly trying to piece what I heard the first time together, so by the time they finished, it looked like I just didn’t hear them. My writing showed that by the time I was finishing a sentence, I had forgotten writing the first half, and would repeat it. The way I wrote was like this was how I wrote – for every sentence. I was fucked up. And it would continue, off and on, for a long time.

My parents took me to a specialist in the illness, who was baffled, and just said I was young and resilient, and it would pass. Now I see the illness I had, which like 95% of people get with no problem, can be made worse with EMF exposure.

Maybe five, six years later I was asleep in the morning and was awoken by my lower legs vibrating. I woke up and froze with curiosity, not wanting to interrupt the strangeness. It was gentle, not as harsh as the vibrations I was hit with years later, but it was that. I didn’t know anything about surveillance at that point, this was 20 or 25 years ago or so. In my mind, this was most likely some bizarre physical phenomenon, where the vibrations from a train, an idling car, and something else somehow passed through the walls of the house and the bed frame, and converged by chance to constructively interfere right on my calves and ankles. I wondered how many such nodes happened all over all the time, just our bodies were never there to detect them. I thought maybe my nerves could have been simulating it, but it felt like it was real vibrations.

Then there was the engine. I would often lay in bed and think I heard the low rumblings of a diesel engine. I would sit up, and nothing. Lay back, and there it was, on my pillow. I got up and went out the front door at 2 AM and listened, and nothing. Back in bed, there it was, like it was right outside the room. Turn around in the bed, put my head on the pillow the other way, where my feet were and my feet where my head was, and nothing. Out the back door, nothing. I put my ear to the ground, to the house walls, and nothing. Back in bed there it was. Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut,…. I told myself then it must have been some strange quirk letting me hear a train off in the distance. I may have written about it here years back, laughing that I came around to thinking it was surveillance, and due to some unique topography the vibrations from an engine from one of their staged cars would travel though the ground and my house foundation, up the walls, and converge just in my bed, and so I would hear the idling, but only when I was in bed, with my head on the pillow. I though everything went badly for them. But no, now I am thinking that was not a car engine reverberating, just in that spot.

There was one other strange aspect to my illness. Every morning I was violently nauseous, until I was 26 or 27. I am a tough guy when it comes to pain tolerance, but it was rough. By the end of the day, late at night, I was much better, even felt good. There were nights I looked at the bed, and thought, how the fuck can I do this? I knew once I laid down and fell asleep what was waiting for me the next morning, and dreaded it. I told myself during sleep some inflammation must be turning on, and my body was fucked up at the end of the night, it just wasn’t fighting it until I went to sleep, but now I don’t know. It is kind of like that bed was where I got sick, when I slept in it. Now of course I know it seems they need you immobile to roll out at least some of their tech on you, and I wonder.

The thing is, I was not in any way a threat to them when I was in grade school. There was no detectable place where I planted a flag and said I would destroy this thing. Indeed, I was a totally programmed rube. America was this magical democracy where we elected leaders, if people threatened us they needed to be killed by our military, and because foreigners attack our nation all the time, it was the US vs the world and so on. I saw the surveillance, and never knew what it was, because I thought nobody would be so stupid as to create such a thing, because it would get revealed, probably by some intrepid Main Stream News reporters, and there would be a civil war. So I came up with excuses as explanations.

But they were out there, and somebody marked me as something they wanted to get on top of, when I was young. And after they did, my whole history became unusual. I can’t say it was them, but it does look like that is a more credible explanation than constructively interfering vibrations, and other things I was perfectly happy to accept over the years, because I saw no other possibility.

All I know is back when I was your age, I wish I had the knowledge all of this was out there. Because I see a lot of my past in you, especially the looking for health and thinking I would find a scientific reason or technique that would take care of everything. TCM is still your best bet, as it can even overcome some of what surveillance can do.

But keep an eye out for oddly timed coincidences as you move, neighbors who seem unusual, and so on. At the very least, you need to find your source of your issues, and if it is them, that knowledge itself can be helpful.