Tonight sobered me up a little. I joke, even when things are very serious and dangerous. How can I not have a sense of humor still? However, from what I saw tonight, it was serious.
There are people who want to fully get rid of me. Tonight, I had to walk past a few people who were purposefully put in my path to remind me of things that happened in Seattle and Bainbridge, and then there was an interesting incident involving clams.
I don't know what was up with the clams, but it wasn't good and some people looked shocked and pissed that I'd gone back to return them and then others just passed by in shock. Intuitively I knew, something is up.
I have talked about how I love clams, and after dropping a movie off, this woman was watching wherever I went. Wearing blue shirt and black jacket and she and her friend went into the Albertsons after me and then there were a few other people there. I asked about clams and the guy shows me some Venus clams from Mexico. They looked good so I asked for a pound, about how much I asked for last time. So this woman stands there taking a photo of me while the guy puts clams on the scale, but they were in a plastic bag and could have already been sacked up. So he says it's more than a pound and I said okay and took them.
I bought everything and then thought, "I don't know how old these are." So I asked and when I found out there were not fresh from that very day, I wanted to return them. He asked if I wanted a different batch and I said no thanks, I just wanted to return them. I got $5.07 back in return for those clams and as I was returning them and the seafood guy is going from outside to inside with me, other people come in looking scared and nervous and I started wondering "what the hell".
Something was just up. At first I thought it was part of this game thing again, but then I thought, no, I think something was actually wrong with those clams.
The seafood guy had just been outside smoking or something when I'd left the store and thought to turn around and ask him. He just said they weren't from today when I asked if they were.
Other people were in the parking lot watching me leave and then I walked over and talked to the seafood guy. When he walked back in with me, these other people who had been in there watching me and then left, came running back in and watched what I was doing next.
I've decided I'm not eating anything fresh or from "behind the counter" anymore. Give me canned, and now I see the point of shooting ones own game and eating off of ones own land, if you actually do have enemies.
Next thing I know there is an ambulance passing me a half hour later and this little brown haired girl is on the bed and the lights are on but it's like, not even an emergency. No lights were on or anything and they were driving by slowly, and I thought, "Some emergency". What the point of that? The girl was about 6 years old or so and the ambulance was just moseying along like they were on the cruise strip for Saturday night. There wasn't even a following car behind them. I thought that was a little strange, just because most kids are not in an ambulance unless it's emergency and then it's lights flashing and people getting out of the way.
The other thing which happened which I found concerning, since I know what happened in other parts of Washington, was that people knew I was walking down a certain street because there were cars following me everywhere. So people knew which direction I was walking and what cross-street I would take. Well, and people here think that I think "white" means death or something. What was concerning to me was not that I ran into this particular woman, but that as I was approaching the cross-street, I saw the expressions and got the energy off of that many people, who were excited about how I was about to run into her. What is concerning is that only people who know what happened to me in Seattle and Bainbridge, would think it's funny. This woman came by in a wheelchair with one of those throat things like she doesn't have a voice anymore and has to use a machine.
What people did to me in Bainbridge and Seattle, directly affected my singing voice, which most people who know me know, is one of my gifts and assets and has been the source of a lot of heartache due to jealousy.
Prior to this happening to me, what actually DID happen to my voice and to my body in Seattle and Bainbridge, I had some people come up to me and say how I was like "The Little Mermaid" whose voice was stolen so "Prince Eric" didn't fall for her or know who she was. I had people directly bring this up to me and I had thought it was in fun and I joked along, saying, yeah, the next thing my enemies would do was try to take my singing voice away.
So first they tried to kill me in Tacoma and Seattle and when that didn't happen, they tried other tricks. A lot.
Why didn't I say anything before? Because I was scared and because I was right in the middle of being assaulted and harmed and no one in any kind of normal U.S. government position was helping me. They basically told me to go ahead and die and they didn't listen to what was happening to my son either, and how he was being used to get to me.
I need solid people to be looking out for my son right now and this is very important. What I am going to write about, is specifically, what happened to me in Seattle and Bainbridge and the surrounding area and I made it back to find out my son had been tortured the same time that I was. He had the same marks on his body that I sustained from part of what happened. I keep postponing writing about it because it's extremely stressful and traumatic to recall what happened.
Honestly, I don't even know if I can do it tonight. I keep trying to get it out, but I get extremely tired physically, thinking about it and it's really horrible and yet I don't even know how to put it into words so that it's factual, coherent, follows the timeline, and believable. I mean, it happened, but I don't understand how some of the things were done to me. I don't. I don't know what kind of military technology was used, and if it was aquired by gangs or given to them by some intelligence agency that wanted to harm me, I don't know all those details. I just know it was major and that some people knew how big of a deal and yet I still don't know why fully. Some things I keep in reserve, in case something happens to me, but some of this should come out.
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