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darkjanet2 · 3 years

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Drusilla’s Soul Ch. 15 Part 1

Drusilla was tossing and turning in her bed, she was whimpering and moaning in her sleep that she was having a nightmare.

Monstrous Angelus killed her family right in front of her. He tore her Uncle’s intestines and coiled up around his neck and hung it. He was suffocated until he died. He tore her older sister’s dress so that her back was bare. He slit her back with the machete and her spine was revealed and pulled it out. She plopped down the floor dead. Angelus smiled wickedly at her younger sister as she was terrified and tears rolled out of her eyes.

Angelus picked up the bolt cutter from the table and he began to cut her fingers as she was screaming and wailing in agony. Angelus laughed even harder and continued what he was doing. He plunged his hand into her chest and tore her heart out. She died from her last breath.

Lastly, Angelus raped Drusilla’s mother over and over again. She screamed in agony, but he kept going. When he finished, he slit her throat, forcing Drusilla to watch. Drusilla turned her back and refused to watch anymore. She just cried harder and harder. Angelus laughed harder and harder.

At The Convent

Angelus murdered all the nuns, he snapped Mother Teresa’s neck in half and she died instantly. He killed Sister Mary Thomas by breaking her back and neck. She was dead.

And then the beautiful woman, his sire, Darla came in and kissed him. Angelus kissed her back until they heard her whimpering and mumbling. They looked at her, and Angelus decided to sire her. Angelus and Darla were making out on the floor, Dru laughed insanely, and then she cried.

Angelus bit Dru’s neck and fell into darkness.

Drusilla bolted up from her nightmare and she was covered in sweat from her sleep.

‘Oh. It was just a dream.’ thought Drusilla. She wiped her sweat and tears.

Drusilla opened her iPhone X, the screen said it was 4:34 AM. She sighed dreadfully and plopped her head onto the pillow. She couldn’t sleep. She missed her family very much. She needed to get some fresh air.

Drusilla went outside the cruise, the wind blowing breezily and the sound of the ocean waving through the ship. She looked up at the night sky, the night was so young and serene. The full moon shone brighter in the night and the stars were dazzling.

‘Angelus is long gone after I avenged my family’s death.’ thought Drusilla.

“I miss you, Mother, Uncle, Hannah, and Stephaine. Since your death had avenged, you may well rest in peace,” said Drusilla as she walked back to her room.

7:35 AM at Odaiba, Japan

A burgundy-haired boy was snoring loudly. His room was a bit messy, the blind shut as the sun shone dimly through the blind. There were wallpaper soccer players on it.

A small blue creature hopped on a boy’s belly as he was waking him up.

“Davish! Davish! Wake up!” said the creature called DemiVeemon.

A boy named Davis Motomiya groaned as he awoke from his slumber. DeeiVeemon smiled at him.

“Good morning, Davish.”

“Ugh, good morning, DemiVeemon.” groaned Davis glanced at the digital clock. His eyes widened so he was going to be late for school!

“Aah! It’s morning already?! Crap, I’m going to be late for school!” Davis dashed out of his room and went to take a shower. He washed and brushed his teeth. He put on a blue shirt with white and yellow stripes, a pair of brown shorts, blue socks, a navy blue vest, and goggles that Tai had given to him.

A toaster popped up a PopTart, he took the Pop-Tart to his mouth, grabbed a backpack, and finally put on orange boots before he headed out to school.

“Bye, Mom!” he called out to his mother as he ran out to school.

He was running late for school, he had to hurry or he wouldn’t make it. He didn’t want to get tardy.

Davis could see the school building up ahead and he glanced at his watch which was 7:55 AM. He cursed under his breath, he had five minutes left before school started. He stopped by the street traffic and pressed the button, the traffic light would change for a moment.

“C’mon! Change!” said Davis, impatiently pressing the button. The traffic sign changed into a walking sign. Then he quickly ran across the street. And he finally made it! He put his hands on his knees, panting. He glanced at his watch again which was 7:58 AM.

‘Better get to class.’ thought Davis, quickly went inside the school.

Davis made it to class and spotted TK was talking to Kari. He was pretty ticked, but he took a seat.

When a teacher came in, he greeted his students and began to lecture on algebra.

At Basketball Practice

A coach blew a whistle and the boys gathered around.

“Come huddle up, guys,” he called out to his students to gather around him.

“What’s up, coach?” asked Davis.

“We have a game this Friday against a team from out of state,” said Mr. Ueta.

“A team from out of state? Who?” asked TK.

“Someplace called Sunnyville or something,” said Mr. Ueta.

“You mean Sunnydale, coach?” asked TK. and

“Yeah, that’s the place. You heard of it?” he asked.

“I heard it’s a place that had lots of weird occurrences. When will they arrive?” he asked.

"Friday and they will have a tournament with us for the remainder of the weekend to show no hard feelings, win or lose." Mr. Ueta said.

"Ooh, when is the game?" Davis asked, he was interested.

"7:00 pm, they mentioned preparing their hotel reservations and something about a couple of school players having a medical issue with Ultra-Violet Raises." Coach said.

"Okay, Coach,” TK said.

“Now, let’s practice. ‘Cause we’ll start a tournament Friday night,” said Mr. Ueta.

“Sounds fun.” smiled Davis.

“No way! A tournament?” asked the boy.

“We haven’t played a tournament for a while.” said the other boy.

‘A tournament, huh? Well, I can’t wait to meet them.’ thought TK.

At the end of the school, all the kids walked their way home from school. TK wouldn’t forget the gig, he would be there tonight.

“See you at the gig.” TK bid farewell to his friends and walked in the opposite direction.

4:34 PM in Princess Cruise

The Cruise had arrived in Tokyo (Yokohama), Japan at the port. All the passengers were decamping to Tokyo. Drusilla stayed in the shadows to avoid the sunlight, so she ordered an Uber ride so that she had to find a hotel.

Five minutes later, an Uber driver arrived at the port. She got in the car and rode to the hotel. Ten minutes later, an Uber drove to the Shinagawa Prince Hotel. It was a quiet tall building. She thanked an Uber driver and gave him a tip.

She walked inside the hotel and greeted the receptionist and asked him if she needed a room. He nodded in affirmative and gave her the keys.

She found room 601 and unlocked the door and she peeked inside. There was a well-made queen bed, nice furniture, a blackout drape, and a Smart TV. She found a way to the bathroom, partially open bathroom, shower/tub combination, slippers, and free toiletries.

‘It’s been 20 days since I rode on that cruise. I need to relax for a while.’ thought Drusilla.

Drusilla made herself comfortable and turned on a TV. She watched a Japanese romantic drama. She called room service to order some wine.

5:52 PM

Drusilla had already showered, she was dressed in a red stretch lace sheath dress, black pantyhose, and black combat boots. She also wore a velvet red choker, lavender eyeshadow, and red lipstick. She brushed her brunette hair. She was ready to go out and explore. She grabbed a velvet red jacket and locked the door.

She strolled down the city which people were strolling along, laughing, and joking. And the couples were holding hands while they were walking. Drusilla frowned; she wished Leon was there, but she still had a mission trip.

Just when a girl appeared in front of her and asked, “Excuse me, miss. Would you like to come to the gig?”

“A gig?” Drusilla asked.

A young girl had pink pigtails, blue eyes, fair skin, she wore a pink and white school uniform, white knee socks, and a black Mary Jane shoe.

“Yeah. A band called Teenage Wolves. Yamato-Kun is awesome! So, I give you this poster.” said a girl who gave this to Drusilla.

Drusilla took a poster, a boy in the middle was a guitarist and a vocal leader had blonde hair. This boy was so young, she could tell.

“The gig will start soon, you won’t be delayed.” said the pink-haired girl.

“Um, okay. Where’s that at?” asked Drusilla.

“It’s across the bay shore. You should take transportation.” she smiled.

“Alright, I’ll go. Thank you,” said Drusilla, waving at the young girl goodbye.

She entered Oimachi station and paid the fare for a ticket. It took 32 minutes to ride the train, and she walked up the stairway. This city was called Odaiba.

‘I wonder where the concert is? This girl told me she invited me to the concert.’ thought Drusilla.

She looked at the address on the poster, she didn’t need to ask them for directions. So she fished out her phone and opened the Apple Maps app and named the address. And then she proceeded walking in the direction.

Dru saw a lot of people lining up to the ticket booth. It was very crowded. She decided to stay in line. She wanted to see Teenage Wolves. A few moments later, she paid for one ticket and entered the arena. She took a seat in the 14th row.

The band grabbed their instruments, loaded them up in the amplifiers, and set up for a soundcheck. Matt peeked out from the curtains, the audience was crowded, he could see TK and their friends. However, his crazy fangirl, Jun, was there. He shuddered, but he shook it off.

“You ok, Matt?” asked the keyboard player.

“Yeah, Jun is here,” said Matt, he was a bit uncomfortable.

"True, but remember unless we work together we can't reach our end goal, Matt." The keyboard player said.

“He’s right. You have to stay focused on the gig. Think about the practice.” said the drummer.

Matt sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. Let the gig begin.”

The lights went out. Red, blue, and purple flashes pulsated through the darkness, following the rhythm of an ominous beat. The curtains parted, thick fog, colored like the rainbow by the light show, streamed over the stage. The LED screens flicker until the illuminated silhouettes of the Teenage Wolves appear.

Matt stood in the spotlight in the middle of the stage with a microphone stand.

"Are you ready to ROCK!" Matt yelled.

The crowd yells "YEAH!"

"We're sorry, we think you can be a little louder than that," Matt said.

"Are you ready to ROCK!" Matt shouted.

The crowd screamed again "YEAHH!"

As Matt smiled the band began to play, the crowd going wild as Matt began to sing......

You've got a boy, you've got a girl,

Sitting underneath a tree

They sit there every day

And even though, you may think

this is the way the things should be,

It may not always be that way

You can't take nothing for granted,

You've gotta live life today

I turn around

and I can see what's behind me,

I turn back around

and I can see what's ahead

And if you don't believe

I'll be here all along,

Just turn around

You wanna get you gotta give

There is no other way to be

So give it a try

If what I say is really so

you gotta let somebody see

You can't just keep it inside

You can't take nothing for granted,

You've gotta live life today

I turn around

and I can see what's behind me,

I turn back around

and I can see what's ahead

And if you don't believe

I'll be here all along,

Just turn around

*instrumental*

The concert started to rumble above the sky, they could feel the ground shaking underneath.

“Aah! What’s going on?!” the guy cried out.

“Was that an earthquake?!” the girl cried.

Drusilla didn’t know what was going on, she tried to figure out where the earthquake came from. A black foot of the dinosaur was stamped on a stage and the band fled. The audience was screaming and running out of the concert. Drusilla had to run without tripping over. There are no locks on the doors or windows and only one route of egress in the case of an emergency.

Drusilla got outside of the concert, she then looked at the giant creature roaring and blasting fire out of its mouth and destroying the buildings.

‘What the hell is that thing?! And how do dinosaurs exist? It doesn’t make sense!” thought Drusilla.

More creatures were flying above the sky, they were dragon-like demons clad in black, with four red eyes, several wings on their back and head, they had long tails, they had buckles on their arms, and tips of red fingers.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” said Drusilla.

#buffythevampireslayer #crossover #tktakaishi #mattishida #digimon adventure #drusilla #vampires

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stone-man-warrior · 3 years

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March 15, 2021: 11:13 am:

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I have yood (good) news and bad news.

Good news: I survived the court hearing.

Bad news: Terrorists win. The result is that now, not only are the neighbor terror cells keeping me captive in my home, but now the Josephine County Courts have it arranged that they are now keeping me captive in my home, and the plaintiff in the stalking order case has full control, is new to the neighborhood, is occupying a house that does not belong to him while claiming ownership, and included an unknown female to participate in the court hearing as a spouse, if he or his people are somewhere that I can see them, or if they can see me, I have to leave by court order.

The person who claimed to be the plaintiff may or may not have been the person I saw the day that I overheard a group of people discussing that I was to be draw & quartered, and that there would be a ditch, or trench nearby so that my body could be put into the trench. That conversation and some other similar frightening things is what prompted me to write a letter to the President of USA, Joe Biden, at the White House online contact web-site. I wrote the note explaining terrorism in Josephine County and in the state of Oregon and beyond, with very little confidence in any help that may come. It was done as a last resort having heard that horses would be used to pull my body apart, “Drawn & Quartered” and then tossed into a ditch, and while knowing that no one can reach public safety personnel of any kind in the state of Oregon. I have much experience already about reporting terror to FBI, Sheriff, or state police, they send assassins to the homes of the people who report terrorism, or, if people report murder, that is the same outcome, assassins are sent to kill the person who made the report. I wrote a note to the US President on the 13th of February. The fake stalking order was crafted at some point shortly after writing the note to Joe Biden, to ask for help, to inform about terror take over of USA, and I linked this account to the note to the White House since Whitehouse,gov only allows a person 2,000 characters with which to write in the Whitehouse online contact form. The note is presented here on this account for the February 13, 2021 entry, that information was put there in tandem with the actual sending of the note, so, the posting and the note happened at the same time.

I was served for the stalking order notice to appear on February 25, 2021.

Fake stalking order, real courthouse, real law, fake judge.

The judge asked me if I had something to add to the record at the close of the hearing, so yes I did have something to add. I explained why this account is here, how long it’s been here on-line, and that there are approximately 870 or so entries, all of them are based on eye-witness of terrorism, and that the account is here for the purpose that I could reach US national Security Administration in absence of ability to reach them by phone or internet with conventional customary means.

I asked the court to help me to reach US national Security Administration.

The judge seemed to pretend that he did not hear me. It was as if I did not ask for assistance to reach US national security Administration.

I explained to the court that this account is secondary to another similar one made years ago, and that the Josephine County Sheriff came by my house to say that help was on the way, but first the sheriff needed to delete the account, so I started this one (The Google+ was the place this account originated, but Google+ was deleted, millions of accounts, because of what this one says)

“I cannot order you to move” the judge pointed out.

The judge made no offer to help me reach US national security.

I’ve been ordered to a mental evaluation at Options of Southern Oregon, and the plaintiff said that he made calls to Options of Southern Oregon about me.

no one is interested in terrorism.

Honorable Judge Brendon Thueson was presiding today in Courtroom number two (2).

I also asked the current Judge Pat Wolke for help to reach US national Security back in June or July, he also refused to assist in US national security. (the current Pat Wolke is not the original Pat Wolke, that may have some bearing on why he was not interested in helping me to reach US national Security.)

Interesting differences in today’s hearing from the one in June or July:

Today, the plaintiff appeared by internet video link and the system was working, though there was a considerable delay between audio and video, about two to three seconds of latency.

In June or July, the plaintiff was supposed to appear by internet video link, however, only the audio was functional, there was no video, and the plaintiff made a phone call in the midst of the hearing.. he called my former girlfriend and the court allowed it to happen. That was in Courtroom number 4 (four).

In June, the time and courtroom number changed from 10:00 am in courtroom number 3 (three), to 1:00 pm in courtroom number 4 (four). I had time to go grocery shopping at Walmart, come home, put the groceries away, and return to the courtroom with time to spare.

Today, the courtroom and time of hearing was at 9:00 am in room 2, and was not rescheduled.

Today, my leg was hurting so bad I could not think clearly for awhile, and I forgot that I had my fingernail clippers with me, so, there was no time to put them back into to car, and now the courts have two of my Kershaw Model 1840′s. I feel that it’s of extreme importance that I emphasis that the courts are in possession of two Kershaw Model 1840 that I use for defense. I no longer have them as of about 9:00 am March 15, 2021, and though the bailiff said she would return them at the close of the hearing, the reality is that the courts are keeping the two Kershaw Model 1840′s. I am told I can write a letter to the court administrator to request the two Kershaw Model 1840′s back.

Granted, I should not have brought them, but there was not time once I realized I had forgotten that I had them with me, twice I forgot. My bad. About $100 worth.

Other difference is the Gardner's in Orange were at the Library today, last time the Gardeners went to the county building on B Street.

Today, the word “Locate” was painted on the black top where the courtroom parking is at next to the Public Library. The world “Locate” accompanied by three arrows pointed in three directions painted on the ground.

Today, the court hearing included the “Locate” service provider as part of testimony, however, I am bound by the courts not to be specific about how or why the “Locate” Service Provider is important.

Audio transcript (preferably actual audio) of the event may reveal that someone said the words: “He’s dead?” as asked as a question at a time when the video feed went blank during the hearing, but the sound was still functional.

I guess those are some highlights for now, I need to read the order to see what my obligations are, maybe there is some other things to mention later on.

Josephine County Courts will not assist those who eye-witness terrorism, to reach US national Security personnel. That is the most important take-away of the day.

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5:38 pm:

Just after I posted that above, Pacific Power turned off the electricity at about noon. They called at about 12:50 to say the power would be back on at at 3:30, then at 3:30, Pac-Pow called back to say the power was going to stay off until 5:30, then at 5:30, Pac-Pow called again, this time to say that the power was going to turn back on at 8:30 pm. Then, a few moments later, at about 5:30 pm, Pac-Pow turned the power back on.

The power is back on for now.

Pacific Power is pissed off that I mentioned the July hearing when the plaintiff, a Pacific Power Lineman, made a phone call in the midst of the fake stalking order hearing .... to call my former girl friend, while he was claiming that I am stalking him, and the Josephine county court under Judge Fake Pat Wolke allowed the phone call to take place at the hearing and asked that I speak with the former girlfriend who was on the phone call.

I simply advised that she should hang up the phone, and that is what she did that day.

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The other highlight that I left out of today’s fake stalking order hearing is that one of the terror nieghbors came into courtroom number 2 (two), began to release nitrous oxide gas while screaming something about her husband. It was Suzana Dietrick of 601 Jackpine, I lit my lighter in the court hearing and was told afterwords that she had ran out of the courtroom and burst of nitrous gas ignition, is presumed dead, having been ignited while releasing poison gas in the courtroom.

Suzana Dietrick and a whole bunch of local terror soldiers also had followed me when I went to the Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon on March 3, 2021 last week or so. That day, .... that day was unbelievable that I wrote down what happened, but did not post it here, instead, the events of March 3 are tucked away in a text file on my computer waiting to show US national security personnel should they one day decide to begin protecting USA from global terrorists armed with poison gasses.

Suzana’s blue/grey Volkswagen Passat Wagen was at the courthouse today. That could be the reason why Pac-Pow turned the power off, so that Suzi Dietrick’s VW Passat could be taken somewhere other than parked at the courthouse, the power outage may have affected traffic cameras in Grants Pass, or caused a distraction for federal investigative persons who are not prepared for the size and scope of the terror that they are looking at.

You need US Military, and Joe Biden is one of the terror operatives, so, he is not going to deploy any US Military to stop terrorism in USA, he will send them to the Indo-Pacific to float around while chasing ghosts. Some other way to get US Military to see what is happening must be done.

That, and because of the fake stalking order, I can no longer tell a complete picture of what is happening on Jackpine without a terror soldier calling the sheriff on me. The law is real and so is the jail even if the sheriff is fake.

Suzana Dietrick is upset that her husband Burton Mitchell Dietrick was killed in defense while attacking me at the AM/PM the other night. I think Clyde Baum was also killed in defense at he AM/PM when I encountered two people who had used keys to get into my car while I was inside of the AM/PM store. The sheriff supplied them with the keys, and the two were in the backseat of the car demanding I give them my keys when I got into the car after coming out of the store.

There should be a surveillance video, one that shows me get out of my car, then a small grey car pulled in to AM/PM next to my car, a female, blonde, about 55 years old, about 5′4″, about 160 pounds got out of the small gray car which had some door dents on the passenger side near the hinge, she followed me into the store and bought the same thing I bought right behind me, a package of Camel Filters. I suspect the Burt Dietrick and Clyde were in that grey car then got into my car with keys provided to them by Josephine county sheriff.

I defended.

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8:12 pm:

A walk to the mailbox included strange noises near and far. Mechanical moaning sounds in the distant east and gusty wind sounds closer in all directions, but there is only a slight breeze.

I heard what sounded like a scream from Chartrand’s at 376 Jackpine that was accompanied by a horizontal streak of light from Chartrands toward my house and over top of the Offensive Monroe Surveillance Travel Trailer. I suspect someone has a drone as the horizontal flash was inconsistent with a nitrous soldier launch.

I received an advertisement promotional mailer, compliments of Honorable Judge Thomas Hull in the mailbox, from Hull & Hull Mortuary Services, part of the Boatman Family of Brands, Judge Hull, Hull & Hull Mortuary Services, Hull Construction, and Hull Attorney’s at Law are some of what the Honorable offers to the county.

The Mortuary service promotional mailer is misguided in my opinion, would have been more useful had Mr. Hull sent the sale items to Dietrick’s or Baum’s terror cell addresses given the circumstances this past week.

Two other items in my mailbox, Mortgage bill and Medicare Part-D health insurance bill.

My calf is extremely painful today, all day.

That reminds me of something one of the bailiffs at the court said to me in the lobby after the hearing, an interesting conversation took place there. It was the bailiff that was attacked me with the sword at the June or July hearing, he approached me in the lobby, came over to talk to me specifically, and is the man that I defended against, or looks just exactly like him, like Joe Satriani. The bailiff kept calling me “Bruce”. He was wearing a Corona Mask that fits like a sock, and covers his whole face and neck. He said to me: “My neck healed”, then he said: “You took out Mitch & Baum?” there must have been a lot of nitrous gas in the ambient courtroom air, everyone was moving in slow motion, the bailiff leaned over towards me and whispered: “Suzi Burst”.

All I heard, in the court room, was “bitch” and “bomb” at the time.

“I am not touching that, no way” I said in response to what I thought was a statement about a bomb. Then, the gal that I was waiting for to bring me the paperwork that that fake judge arranged for the stalking order. So I turned to her and said: “Why is the bailiff calling you a bitch?” so she looks at the bailiff and says “I am not a bitch”, so, then I said, “Hmmmm... must be a love triangle” and I went on to say to that gal: “you know, my mom was a total bitch, and she was proud of it”. The gal chuckled and walked away.

The bailiff also said to me: “That new gas works good”. I am assuming he was talking about the gas that is making my calf muscle lock into painful cramping spasms.

That’s when I left the courtroom.

After I got to my car, I realized what the bailiff was talking about when he said: “You took out Baum & Mitch” and then I remembered the fight at the AM/PM, and that is how I remembered, and figured out who the assholes that were inside my car the other night at the AM/PM.

Another important thing if any national security persons could check it out is a time during today’s testimony when the plaintiff said to the Judge: “I had some police come to my house so that they could get Clyde’s mono from inside of his car”

Clyde lost a hand in the fight, it had fallen onto the front passenger floorboard of my car, that is why my hood was open yesterday, the plaintiff arranged for some sheriff’s to come get Clyde’s hand out of my car (in terror speak, they don’t say the word “hand”, or the word “fingers”, they say “mono” and “digits” instead), so someone who has access to the recorded hearing could listen for a time when the plaintiff said something about that he called police to his house so that Clyde’s “mono” could be retrieved from my car. (when the use the word “hand”, they are referring to a soldier, a pirate)

I don‘t know why they felt they needed to open the hood, but the hood of my car was opened yesterday, as I mentioned in yesterdays terror reports. Keep in mind that the car battery was disconnected, and without the battery, the remote control door lock frequency generator that the sheriff uses for capturing and killing US Citizens, won‘t open the door. They had to have had a key to get Clyde’s hand off of the passenger floor of my car.

That frequency generator is a multi functional thing, it operates many car door frequencies, and other electronics of modern cars of all makes and models. That thing operates secret terror installations that no one knows about, one is called: “Two on the banks of the heads” where the electronic frequency generator can operate special ignition components on modern cars, where two spark plugs don’t fire. When the “Two on the banks of the heads” is operated, the targeted vehicle begins to run on only six cylinders of a V-8 motor, or only four cylinders of a V-6 motor. That “two in the banks on the heads” is top secret, it’s part of the automobiles factory installed ignition and fuel injection computer module, and was designed that way, to have that secret functionality. If tech Savvy national Security persons could hone in on the actual computer manufacturer and show that what I am saying is real, that would be a big deal the way I see it. It is real, it’s just top secret, to my knowledge, only CHP terror operatives know of “two in the banks of the heads” feature on the electronic frequency generator that the terror police use for capturing and killing US citizens. The victim pulls over to the side of the road, or into a service station to find out what is wrong with the car, and then that becomes the “Ivanka Trump Take-Out Opportunity Zone”.

You cannot get this kind of information anywhere else on earth, only right here is where top secrets of terrorism is told, free.

All I ask is that US national security administration begin to actually start to do US national security work ... sooner is better,

You need to take Twitter offline first. Then you need US military to come to Oregon to stop the mass murders and torturing, to preserve USA and restore the Freedom we all lost to the terror bastards.

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9:46 pm:

In anticipation and with optimism that US national security personnel were able to see for themselves what happens at a court hearing in Josephine county, I want to explain the notion that nitrous gas soldiers, when the gas they are releasing at an attack zone is ignited by a small flame or spark, the terror soldier will do one of two things, or variations of them as a result of nitrous gas ignition. The gas is holstered internally, rectally fitted “Plumbers Test Ball” filled and refilled with nitrous for priming marked targets as easy to capture prey.

One thing is, they will “Burst” when ignited. The term “burst” and “Bursted” are the terms used by the terror army, you should train your ears to hear that, and other words and sounds, sounds of all kinds are very important communication tools.

So, someone is ignited, begins to “burst”. First thing and withing one second of ignition, there is usually an exclamation of “C’est Chaud!”. The terror army is from Quebec, they speak Quebec style French, “C’est Chaud!” means “That’s Hot!” and is pretty much a universal statement for a nitrous ignition situation. You may hear it as “Let’s Show!” because you are like me and speak English, not French, so it sounds like someone is shouting about a “Show” because that is the pronunciation of “Chaud”. There are a few different ways my ears interpret what I am hearing when a terror soldier bursts, and they do burst at least once per week, so it’s a big deal, I have seen hundreds of terror soldiers burst, it’s very unpleasant to see. You may hear “Dish Soap!” yelled out loud, again because you don‘t speak French, so, listen for a shout that has a “Show!” or close to it, and you will begin to hear for yourself if you are defending with a Bic Lighter or other small flame often as I must do. Then, you can see what the burst looks like.

Following the exclamatory shout, there is the sound of clothing or fabric being torn, happens fast, is more of a “rip”, can sound like a duck quacking, and that sound is accompanied by bodily noises, burping, bubbling, farting sounds, but is big and violent of that kind of sound, happens fast, is overwith in two seconds.

Along with that sound, as the clothing is tearing, what is happening is the gas tank internally holstered has ruptured, and a pressurized tank loses its ability to hold the gas. The gas is let loose inside of the terror soldier, very quickly, about two to four seconds is all that passes between ignition and burst. The soldier expands, gets very fat, very fast, the belly skin tears open, that makes a sound that is not unlike a screetch owl, is weird to hear that. The terror soldiers guts, intestines just sort of begin to ooze out of the terror soldiers belly, most of the time the intestines stay in arms reach of the bursted terror soldier, and they tend to try to gather their intestines as the guts are coming out of the torn belly. At that point, the terror soldier has ingested a lot of nitrous gas, and for that reason, strangely, they begin to walk around holding their guts in front of them while saying “I bursted”... they don‘t seem to feel the pain at that point, I suspect it’s because of the nitrous they breath as result of bursting.

At Walmart, when that happens, much of the time the terror soldier is pushing a shopping cart, so, the guts pop out and loosely fall into the shopping cart out in front of the terror soldiers torn open, bursted belly.

I don‘t recall many times when there was a danger of being hit with exploding human guts, some splatter might get on a passer by, but it’s not explosive, it’s just a lot of depressurizing very quickly.

The reason I wanted to say that is because I feel it’s important to know what that sounds like most of all, and secondly what it looks like. The terror army never has left a bursted comrad in one place for more than about thirty seconds that I can recall. The terror army is all connected with blu-tooth and they train themselves to say: “I’m Bursting” among other things. If you get into the war zone like I am, you will notice that the terror soldiers when on attack, will say with a few words what injuries they get, at the instant the injury occurs, and the ones listening are Johnny on the spot to do an evac within one minute. Someone brings a wheeled cart right away, they have the carts ready and manned to roll when they are doing attacks at stores or in the neighborhood.

Attacks in the neighborhood are done in elaborate disguise camouflage, so listening for specific sounds is a life saver when you can hear in advance what is happening in the neighborhood.

“C’est Chaud!” is the term that saves me most of any other. If I hear that, it means I am being attacked, and it also means one of them ignited.

The other thing that a ignited nitrous soldier will do, is “launch” and that again is the term used by the terror army for describing that the ignited nitrous tank turned the terror soldier into a rocket, the soldier launches into the air and travels between a small distance up to a quarter of a mile away, maybe more. A launched terror soldier is very difficult to see launch, it happens too fast. One second you are speaking with someone who is secretly priming you with gas, and then suddenly, that person is gone. The sounds made tend to be quiet as the launch takes place, but after they are in the air, it can sound the same as any internal combustion motor you can think of, or can sound like a jet motor.

Wooooshhhh! ... then gone in a half second.

They don’t have time to say: “C’est Chaud!” most of the time, the launch happens too fast.

I have a way of turning off their blu-tooth, so when the communication is turned off, the others have more difficulty locating the launched terror soldiers when their is no Blu tooth beacon to hone in on for the evac of a launched terror soldier.

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March 16, 2021: 5:36 pm:

Additional correctional information:

In one of my previous entries, I mentioned that I suspected that the plaintiff of the fake stalking hearing order to appear could have been someone who robbed me of a computer, some old vinyl records and some other things based on what the man‘s name is. So, after seeing the man on the video feed link in the courthouse, I am confidant to say that he is not the young man who I thought may have robbed me of some items, including some raw diamonds.

On the other hand, however, the name of the man who is listed as the plaintiff on the fake stalking order to appear does seem familiar, and I still feel that the name used could be the name of the person who robbed me so long ago. The theft happened a long time ago, it could have been more than ten years ago, so, my memory of that theft is that old too.

So, I feel it’s important to specify that the man I saw on the video feed in the courthouse on 3-15-2021 is definitely not the young man who I mentioned could be a person who robbed me in the past of some records, some raw diamonds, and one Macintosh computer, among other personal items.

It’s also important to say that the name could be the name of the young man who robbed me of the records, diamonds, and computer.

I am bound by the courts, fake as they may be, to refrain from saying the name of the person who I feel could have robbed me, as I mentioned in a previous entry here on Tumblr.

I can, however, say some detail about the young man who robbed me. The day I was robbed, the young man and his father had responded to an offer made by Josephine County Department of Forestry, in association to Grants Pass Rural Metro Fire Department. The offer was than homeowners were being paid from a county funding incentive program to clear away brush, trees, debris from their property, and in return for doing that work, the county provided the home owners with $400 per acre of land cleared of trees, shrubs, debris, to a standardized set of criteria, such as all trees smaller than eight inch diameter in fifty foot proximity to a structure, were to be removed completely. Other prescribed rules were also part of the offer. The homeowner could do the work themselves, or, could hire a local crew to do the work at $400 per acre cleared. The County Forestry Department was the agency that did the inspections, and when the inspectors found that all of the agreed upon terms had been followed, work done, trees and brush removed, that is when the homeowner was paid at a rate of $400 per acre, with priority being acreage that is in proximity to structures rather than undeveloped acreage.

The County Forestry had a list of local crews who did that kind of work at that rate of pay, $400 per acre to do the work as prescribed by the Forestry Department.

That is where I met the young man and his father who robbed me. He and his father were brush clearing work crew, and were recommended by County Forestry.

So, stalking order says a name for the plaintiff that seems as if it could be the same name of that young man who robbed me, which is the reason I mentioned it in an previous post. Having seen the person though at the hearing on the video feed, it’s not the same young man.

The one I am thinking of told me he lived on Oxyoke Ave. not far from here, and was a Keyboard/Synthesizer player in a music band, he told me he used a Arturia MiniBrute keyboard synthesizer.

Small details such as that often can be glue that holds together much bigger details, so, Arturia MiniBrute Synthesizer, and Josephine County Forestry, and Grants Pass Rural Metro Fire Department brush clearing incentive program, about 2008 or so, may prove to stick together by addition of glue. The young man and his father and his mother all participated in the brush clearing at my house, all three of them were good friends with Harold & Joan Phillips of 507 Jackpine, and I was never paid by the forestry incentive, but I did pay the people out of pocket for work that was done. I stopped having the work done when I learned that the brush crew was associated to the Phillips of 507 Jackpine. I was subsequently robbed when other clean-up work was happening at my property when a renter had moved out, and left a mess behind. The Micheal & Mercedes Wright family are the ones who moved away. They were also associated to the Harold & Joan Phillips terror cell at 507 Jackpine.\

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3-16-2021: the robbery had to have been after October 2010 as that is the time that I came into possession of the raw diamonds.

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3-16-2021: 6:55 pm:

I am still trying to reach Pittsburgh.

See entries made about the Thunderbird’s 1960′s Children’s TV program from a few month’s ago to know why Pittsburgh is important, I don’t mean to be disrespectful by saying that, I do need to make sure that attention is drawn to the place where the attention is required.

With than in mind, I am also trying to solve details of my own murder before the murder actually takes place, so, my incentive is to stay alive, say what needs saying, and reach people who can and will help to save their own lives, because saving my life is the same as saving your own.

More glue here. I mentioned Suzana & Burton Dietrick above, and this glue is just a reminder, it’s documented already on this account, is about John & Charlene Wendt. John Wendt is brother of George Wendt of Cheers TV show fame. John & Charlene (Charlie) lived at 601 Jackpine for a few years before the Dietrick’s moved in and took over the 601 address.

So, I don’t think Dietrick’s could possibly have taken over at 601 without knowledge and support from Screen Actor Guild. As I have mentioned many times, the Dietrick’s are distributors of SAG heroin. They don‘t sell heroin, the heroin is not for sale, is not for prophet, it’s for terror army rations, and for SAG recreational consumption. It comes by the forty foot trailer load, and is on pallets, is covered with clear plastic wrap, comes in two colors, white and black, in clear bags that look the same size as 60 pound bags of cement stacked on the pallets in the trailers.

Some things I learned from John Wendt, as I became friendly with him and Charlene at the time they lived there at 601:

John told me about his brother who was a TV star.

John’s knee’s were messed up pretty bad, he often had trouble walking, and rode a quad around rather than walk, it was a green colored quad.

John told me his knees were blown out from landing to hard too many times as a paratrooper. It turns out that John Wendt was the same caliber and rank of terror soldier as is the members of the band Metalica, Foo Fighters, and Alice in Chains, they are paratrooper special assassin terror soldiers, so was John Wendt.

Charlene showed me a scar that she had on her back one day, the scar was the entire length of her spine, you could see where stitches had been and healed, the scar was along her spine from neck to below the belt-line. I stopped talking to the Wendt family after seeing the scar, as the scar was fake, was made of Hollywood style make-up, and it meant that they were going to take me out, and was a ploy used such that I would reveal my own scars. They need the scar information to do a replacement imposter. I saw the scar Charlene showed me and instantly knew that I had become a mark to them.

The Wendt’s told me that they had moved to Jackpine from Washington State, the town of Rainier at the base of Mt. Rainier. (I don‘t think it’s true, I think that is a terror communication, and I did not respond to it correctly, and was subsequently marked for take-out.)

The Wendt’s were skilled with stainless steel wire connected to a garage door spring and used as a spring loaded snare, same as is at the Josephine county sheriff office, and at the Monroe terror cell next door to me. The difference is that the Wendt’s used the old style garage door spring, the kind for a wood door, while the Sheriff uses the kind of garage door spring that is for a role-up door. At the sheriff’s office, the entry to the back office from the office lobby is rigged with a stainless steel wire that will cut people in two as they pass through that door. I suspect other such snares are also at the sheriff’s office, and please study this account to learn details about the tunnels that are accessible from the sheriff’s personal office where his desk is at. The Monroe’s use a variety of different kinds of spring tension snare traps, there are at least three different ones at 434.

George Wendt came to visit his brother John Wendt one day, in fact, he was here on Jackpine on the day he died. That story is a difficult one for me to recall and tell, but I will tell of it again:

I had seen a lot of murders happen, so, I called FBI to try once more to get some help to come to Oregon. As I was speaking to a FBI officer on a phone call, that is when George Wendt came to my home with a young boy who was about 8 years old. George Wendt had a sword, he was standing out front of my window with the boy, the sword was against the boy’s neck about ten feet away from where I was seated inside my house while speaking to the FBI Officer on the phone. George made it real clear that I should not say any more to the FBI, someone he was in contact with at the time was listening to my cellular phone call to FBI so he came to my house with the boy, a kidnapped boy. I told the FBI Officer that I could no longer speak to him. The Officer asked me: “What is going on, does someone have a gun pointed at your head?” and I responded: “it’s funny you mention that, truth is that I am wearing a dress”. I was trying to say there was duress here, but I don‘t think the officer could hear what I was trying to say as George Wendt preceded to kill the boy with the sword in my front driveway. I hung up the phone and went outside to deal with George Wendt, the boy was on the driveway in pieces, and George had already gone back towards Jackpine, was still on my driveway when I saw him there. I shouted something at him, there was a dead boy at my feet, and I kept shouting at him as I walked closer to him. He suddenly started to shake, held his chest as if he was having a heart attack, someone else showed up, those two ran into the woods along my front fence line, and I lost sight of them. I decided I was not prepared for two or more people and went back to my house to regroup, think of something that I could do to get some help, but could not think of anything. When I went back outside, most of the young boy was gone, there were some intestines in the driveway where the boy had fallen, and George and that other person were gone. The next day or two, on the news it was said that George Wendt had died in a Los Angeles hospital. ... and that is what happened when I tried to call FBI on a cellular phone to report terrorism and mass murder.

John Wendt had a old red Pontiac classic, was not in good shape, but was not junk either, he used that old Pontiac for doing terror attack kidnapping in Grants Pass, it had a big trunk.

Maybe I can recall more about the connection between the Deitrick’s and the Wendt’s if given an interview to talk about how to stop the terror take over of USA with some national security personnel.

It’s important to consider that the Wendt family is representative of the entire cast and crew associated with the TV Show called Cheers. All of the actors, producers, engineers, lighting, audio & video editors, and more.

More glue:

Since Danny DeVito was part of Cheers TV show, there is a place to add glue that sticks to Arnold Schwarzenegger. Please study this account to find the details I already explained about a Ford GT 40 that was stolen presumably by Sean Sparacino, and Arnold Schwarzenegger came to Grants Pass with a group of people to buy the Ford GT 40.

Those details of what happened, I don‘t think could have happened without the presence of either John Wendt or possible Burton Dietrick on Jackpine and the Cheers TV show is the glue that drips from Danny DeVito. The trouble is that I cannot recall if the Wendt’s or if the Dietrick’s lived at 601 at the time of the Ford GT 40 and Schwarzenegger on Jackipine, and those details are part of why Mr. Schwarzenegger is dead or was injured badly, could have healed, and is sometimes portrayed by a man who goes by the name “Exoman“ from YouTube fame, for doing the occasional “Public Sighting” of Mr. Schwarzenegger. The terror bastards in Hollywood can‘t afford to announce the death of some of the higher profile terror operatives among them, so, they do a look-a-like actor scenario for an occasional public sighting so that no one will believe anything is wrong.

It’s not like there is no evidence of the terror take over of USA, it’s just that with a pretty face and some money and favors from a celebrity, USA and Freedom is sold on the scratch & dent sale counter at the Walmart while the Tony Awards are airing on The CW in the electronics department there.

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