Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Survivor

Hello to all my devoted blogger followers. I have been away for a few weeks.  I believe that on about May 22 at 2 am I was radiologically attacked, (as well as several other times).  I ran out into the back yard and did a Yoga headstand at 2 in the morning to send the energy back to the earth.  My clock battery stopped and in the morning, it was stopped at two am.  Many thanks to my spirit guides who helped me through it all.  I was in a mental state, (radiation psychosis) for several weeks.  I put my stuff outside and much was rained on, but most all things were recovered.  I had to put stuff outside to air it out.   I was able to dissolve popcorn under my tongue..it just melted in my mouth, I was so hot.  I was an inpatient in a psyche ward.  Luckily, I recovered quickly and was not put into long term care psyche.  (That would have been horrible.)  I believe that all my psyche episodes are due to radiation.  The first symptom I noticed a few weeks ago which I also experienced in 2013 was pain at the top of my head, where the skull fissures join.


Why and who did this to me?  I believe that the motive might be that I am aware that I have been mistreated, as a sex slave.  If I was not to be their sex slave, I was to be dead.  I have a theory about myself and death.   I believe that I am an immortal and I do not agree to go away.  It is not God's plan.  The folks that have been abusing me need to realize that I am here to stay and I should be dealt with with fairness.  I deserve compensation for the sex slavery porn and clandestine alter personality prostitution that was done to me.  That is you, captor family, with all your money laundering European connections..that I am addressing this to.

I perceived during one nuke attack, that my left knee was in excruciating pain.  I believe that there was an implant of some sort, placed by my captor father when I was four years old   I have memory of the pain then. I was guided to move my legs in the bicycle motion.  This caused cracking sounds which dissolved the implant.  The left side is the intake of qi flow, and I believe that this knee of mine had some sort of lozenge that enabled mind control of  me, while I was in a trance.  I also had sore spots on my tongue.  I was guided to take my comb (while in the hospital) and brush the spot with peppermint toothpaste.  This tongue spot was connected to high tech neurological spy devices which connected to mole lesions on my body.  I had read about tongue plaque devices on the internet, an low and behold, I had them.  I am fully aware of how ridiculous that these implants sound, when I report them to you.  How can that be?  It is possible.

Tape and glue ceased to be effective, my hospital wristband failed to stick together.  I had some kasha in my room upstairs, where I camped out, which became fragrant as though being roasted, with out heat, of course.  The hospital failed to return to me a brand new pair of white panties, I imagine that the crotch might have fell apart in the wash.

I am thank-ful for the high tech mental telepathy that I experienced that guided me through every step and nearly every bite of food that I took into my body.  (Some foods are better than others for nuked people.)

Today, I continue to put my house back in order.  I am happy to be connected to the internet again.  I am thankful for the happy outcome from the whole ordeal.  I am a loving spirit, I am not vengeful or spiteful.  I am not a person for anyone to fear.

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