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<p>Below I have pasted my post from today on the Quatrains pages, =
Quatrains II=20
of the Mobile Audit Club website. I believe Nostradamus tasted my =
flies, or=20
perhaps with my flies, grapes and cherries, as that is the nature of=20
decaying flesh from the flies mouth. I predicted 10 months from =
5-3-2006 to=20
be an eventful day. The last time I had that feeling was 10 months =
prior to=20
9-11- 2001. It was an awful year for me also. My dreams under that=20
delusion were crushed. Now I formulate a new one, and I taste, grapes =
and=20
cherries. You can find my true story at Mobile Audit Club, by searching =
Mobile Audit Club on search engines or following the link at the bottom =
of=20
this article.</p>
<p>Segment_ 12-3-2006_SEEKINGoutLIGHTdarkSEEKINGoutLIGHTdark</p>
<p>
I sense the end, the lull, the cold, the silent, the unfathomable, the =
unknown=20
in one more crevice, this one cold and dark, or is it, perhaps light, =
pink like=20
a sunset with strands of light.</p>
<p>
I had a dream the other day. The voice came to me and said, =
"You will be=20
dead soon". I look forward to leaving this light. =
The light is=20
dark and the dark is heartless and rips at the flesh of my soul, my =
father was=20
tormented and I did not ask why, just blaming him, but now I =
understand. =20
He stood alone and fell alone, me at his side. They did not care =
then or=20
now. They are the IT and I want it dead, and I want the flies to =
feast on=20
all of it, they taste plums and cherries in that rotten flesh. =
Have you=20
flew with the dragonfly?</p>
<p>
The people of this beloved nation have ripped me to pieces. It =
started=20
when I was young I suppose and It never got better. It got worse =
and then=20
it ebbed, and then after working as a bank examiner for the corrupted =
and foul
Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation and the federal government it =
flowed in
like a blood red tide with the corpses of my=20
loved ones and the corpses of my hopes and my dreams and I see my =
children=20
crying in the darkness, the deepness, but I have to let them go, to =
become what=20
I have become, because, someday, somehow, this light will die =
completely, this=20
dark light, this inhumane place of misguidance, greed and fools.</p>
<p>
I sometimes wonder in this consciousness, this light, if there aren't =
many=20
players moving the humans about like chess pieces or perhaps like little =
automatons, building and mixing and destroying. </p>
<p>
I am in pain. I am sickened by the abuse that was dealt to me =
recently. =20
For being asleep in my vehicle, poor and homeless, for being in fear =
with the legal
handgun under my seat after the attack on my life after testing the =
federal FDIC mafia
on St. Valentine's Day 2001, after reporting a thieving food funds =
Sheriff in Alabama I nicknamed Snatch. The forced injections in Los =
Angeles, the detention=20
in the jail, the abuse in=20
the back of the VA police car, the blows I suffered in jail when I =
refused to=20
hit an elderly man who felt nothing any longer, the forced exile in a =
place=20
where no one I knew lived, where I could not afford to go, the blindness =
from the poisons sprayed in my eyes through my window there, the further =
injections when traveling there after stopping to be checked for the =
burns upon=20
my neck, the burns on my neck that showed up after I passed the =
hazmat=20
cleanup crews=20
on the interstate in New Mexico, the forced injections in Flagstaff =
Arizona, the=20
being knocked unconscious there, the being jailed again in an insane =
asylum for=20
being fearful, the roommate who seemed to wait for me to sleep, the =
roommate who=20
had one of the assistants there wrap his hand in bandages, his cold dark =
sunglasses always on inside the building, and who said about my snoring, =
"We took care of=20
it". Now I know the gangster Joe "Bananas" Bonano family =
descendants
live there, and it is likely
a squalid hell hole of petty men of big dreams in a dung pile of dope =
and rotten money. The enemies of my kind in the USA call me insane now, =
just like the enemies of the Falun Gong call those truthful Buddhists =
insane, and <a =
href=3D"http://www.flghrwg.net/index.php?option=3Dcontent&task=3Dview&id=3D=
1091&Itemid=3D0"> they too are injected and knocked unconscious</a>, and =
ironically I would not have know the beautiful Falun Gong Chinese =
accountant in San Francisco if I had not been denied exit to Canada on =
5-3-2006 due to the lies from the forcing of my signature in 2001. =
</p>
<p>
The remembrance I had of being injected again, in the mouth as I slept =
in the Flagstaff Hospital Insane asylum, the same hospital where a =
worker told me my truck had tested posititive for radiation, at the =
hospital where althouth I was compliant I was=20
knocked unconscious, and wondering if the mafia in the USA government =
had sent=20
someone to rape me in the night. Wondering the next day, was =
I raped by friends of the
mafia National Treasury Employees Union, those beasts I want removed =
from the thoat of=20
the government, dead or alive. I had to pay the Flagstaff Medical =
Center over $2000 for being abducted, and I later had to pay the Mobile =
Alabama Courts and my attorney over $2000 for daring to enter my native =
City's city council meetings. I should not have taunted the suspected =
mob boss=20
George Masa, FDIC director in San Francisco, the replacement for the =
dead=20
regional director. But I had to test him, it was involuntary on =
St.=20
Valentines Day 2001, after I had passed through the howling snow as I =
drove from=20
South to North. The light howls through me. I want my and my =
species death
if I do=20
not win and achieve happiness. The lie of the light is that someone =
cares or something notices,
but I had a vision of the creator once, on the surface, hard like stone, =
amorphous, like
a mountainside, and inside, depth, and he or she or it hid there, =
taunting me, like I deserved
to suffer. Am I the offspring of this thing? Is that why it refuses to =
kill me for eternity?</p>
<p>
I long for the death of my species while we suffer. Not all are =
what they=20
seem around us, or are they? Perhaps I am naive and stupid for =
believing=20
in anything other than putting my opponents or myself into a =
grave. Never=20
to return to the cesspool of this damned universe. Lights =
out. </p>
<p>
We will have that war and my collective conscious will become that =
guardian from=20
the light, and I will have just rewards or deserts or I will hope the =
total=20
extinguishment of all light, if that is possible. Never again will =
I serve=20
or trust the regime that has come to power in the United States, or many =
other=20
nation. </p>
<p>
I look into my minds eye and seek out the original father or mother or =
whatever=20
it is that beckons life and say, why? why have I been =
deceived? Can=20
I go back home? Am I or am I not? I have been deceived. I have =
been a fool.
I see things in a new light. Perhaps just another false light, a false =
hope, or perhaps
my fellows.</p>
<p><a href=3D"http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html
">Mobile Audit Club </a> </p>
<p> Mobile Audit Club URL below, and its link to the URL is above
http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html
My warning, do not let your children serve the USA military under the=20
current regime. They or "IT" does not deserve protection or more =
conquered=20
oil fields. Above all, beware of Los Angeles, and Alabama and Arizona, =
New Mexico, and Nevada, and likely other states as they or IT which =
controls those places do not believe in our rights as humans or =
citizens. Proof is at Mobile Audit Club.
</p>
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<DIV><p>Below I have pasted my post from today on the Quatrains =
pages,=20
Quatrains II <BR>of the Mobile Audit Club website. I believe =
Nostradamus=20
tasted my flies, or <BR>perhaps with my flies, grapes and cherries, as =
that is=20
the nature of <BR>decaying flesh from the flies mouth. I predicted =
10=20
months from 5-3-2006 to <BR>be an eventful day. The last time I =
had that=20
feeling was 10 months prior to <BR>9-11- 2001. It was an awful =
year for me=20
also. My dreams under that <BR>delusion were crushed. Now I=20
formulate a new one, and I taste, grapes and <BR>cherries. You can =
find my=20
true story at Mobile Audit Club, by searching <BR>Mobile Audit Club on =
search=20
engines or following the link at the bottom of <BR>this =
article.</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p>Segment_=20
12-3-2006_SEEKINGoutLIGHTdarkSEEKINGoutLIGHTdark</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I sense the end, the lull, the cold, the silent, the=20
unfathomable, the unknown <BR>in one more crevice, this one cold and =
dark, or is=20
it, perhaps light, pink like <BR>a sunset with strands of =
light.</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I had a dream the other day.&nbsp; The voice came =
to me=20
and said, &quot;You will be <BR>dead =
soon&quot;.&nbsp;&nbsp; I=20
look forward to leaving this light.&nbsp; The light is <BR>dark and =
the dark=20
is heartless and rips at the flesh of my soul, my father was =
<BR>tormented and I=20
did not ask why, just blaming him, but now I understand.&nbsp; =
<BR>He stood=20
alone and fell alone, me at his side.&nbsp; They did not care then =
or=20
<BR>now.&nbsp; They are the IT and I want it dead, and I want the =
flies to=20
feast on <BR>all of it, they taste plums and cherries in that rotten=20
flesh.&nbsp; Have you <BR>flew with the dragonfly?</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>The people of this beloved nation have ripped me to=20
pieces.&nbsp; It started <BR>when I was young I suppose and It never =
got=20
better.&nbsp; It got worse and then <BR>it ebbed, and then after =
working as=20
a bank examiner for the corrupted and foul<BR>Federal Deposit Insurance=20
Corporation and the federal government it flowed in<BR> like a =
blood red=20
tide with the corpses of my <BR>loved ones and the corpses of my hopes =
and my=20
dreams and I see my children <BR>crying in the darkness, the deepness, =
but I=20
have to let them go, to become what <BR>I have become, because, someday, =
somehow, this light will die completely, this <BR>dark light, this =
inhumane=20
place of misguidance, greed and fools.</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I sometimes wonder in this consciousness, this light, =
if there=20
aren't many <BR>players moving the humans about like chess pieces or =
perhaps=20
like little <BR>automatons, building and mixing and =
destroying.&nbsp;=20
</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I am in pain.&nbsp; I am sickened by the abuse =
that was=20
dealt to me recently.&nbsp; <BR>For being asleep in my vehicle, poor =
and=20
homeless, for being in fear with the legal<BR>handgun under my seat =
after the=20
attack on my life after testing the federal FDIC mafia<BR>on St. =
Valentine's Day=20
2001, after reporting a thieving food funds Sheriff in Alabama I =
nicknamed=20
Snatch. The forced injections in Los Angeles, the detention <BR>in =
the=20
jail, the abuse in <BR>the back of the VA police car, the blows I =
suffered in=20
jail when I refused to <BR>hit an elderly man who felt nothing any =
longer, the=20
forced exile in a place <BR>where no one I knew lived, where I could not =
afford=20
to go, the blindness from the poisons sprayed in my eyes through my =
window=20
there, the further <BR>injections when traveling there after stopping to =
be=20
checked for the burns upon <BR>my neck, the burns on my neck that =
showed=20
up after&nbsp; I passed the hazmat <BR>cleanup crews <BR>on the =
interstate=20
in New Mexico, the forced injections in Flagstaff Arizona, the <BR>being =
knocked=20
unconscious there, the being jailed again in an insane asylum for =
<BR>being=20
fearful, the roommate who seemed to wait for me to sleep, the roommate =
who=20
<BR>had one of the assistants there wrap his hand in bandages, his cold =
dark=20
<BR>sunglasses always on inside the building, and who said about my =
snoring,=20
&quot;We took care of <BR>it&quot;.&nbsp; Now I know =
the=20
gangster Joe "Bananas" Bonano family descendants<BR> live there, =
and it is=20
likely<BR>a squalid hell hole of petty men of big dreams in a dung pile =
of dope=20
and rotten money. The enemies of my kind in the USA call me insane =
now,=20
just like the enemies of the Falun Gong call those truthful =
Buddhists=20
insane, and <a href=3D"<A=20
href=3D'http://www.flghrwg.net/index.php?option=3Dcontent&task=3Dview=
&id=3D1091&Itemid=3D0">'>http://www.flghrwg.net/index.php?option=3D=
content&task=3Dview&id=3D1091&Itemid=3D0</A>">=20
they too are injected and knocked unconscious</a>, and ironically =
I would=20
not have know the beautiful Falun Gong Chinese accountant in San =
Francisco if I=20
had not been denied exit to Canada on 5-3-2006 due to the lies from the =
forcing=20
of my signature in 2001. </p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>The remembrance I had of being injected again, in the =
mouth as=20
I slept in the Flagstaff Hospital Insane asylum, the same hospital where =
a=20
worker told me my truck had tested posititive for radiation, at the =
hospital=20
where althouth I was compliant I was <BR>knocked unconscious, and =
wondering if=20
the mafia in the USA government had sent <BR>someone to rape me in the=20
night.&nbsp;&nbsp;Wondering the next day, was I raped by friends =
of=20
the<BR>mafia National Treasury Employees Union, those beasts I want =
removed from=20
the thoat of <BR>the government, dead or alive. I had to pay the =
Flagstaff=20
Medical Center over $2000 for being abducted, and I later had to pay the =
Mobile=20
Alabama Courts and my attorney over $2000 for daring to enter my native =
City's=20
city council meetings. I should not have taunted the =
suspected mob=20
boss <BR>George Masa, FDIC director in San Francisco, the replacement =
for the=20
dead <BR>regional director.&nbsp; But I had to test him, it was =
involuntary=20
on St. <BR>Valentines Day 2001, after I had passed through the howling =
snow as I=20
drove from <BR>South to North.&nbsp; The light howls through =
me.&nbsp; I=20
want my and my species death<BR> if I do <BR>not win and achieve=20
happiness. The lie of the light is that someone cares or something =
notices,<BR>but I had a vision of the creator once, on the surface, hard =
like=20
stone, amorphous, like<BR>a mountainside, and inside, depth, and he or =
she or it=20
hid there, taunting me, like I deserved<BR>to suffer. Am I the =
offspring=20
of this thing? Is that why it refuses to kill me for=20
eternity?</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I long for the death of my species while we =
suffer.&nbsp;=20
Not all are what they <BR>seem around us, or are they?&nbsp; Perhaps =
I am=20
naive and stupid for believing <BR>in anything other than putting my =
opponents=20
or myself into a grave.&nbsp; Never <BR>to return to the cesspool of =
this=20
damned universe.&nbsp; Lights out.&nbsp; </p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>We will have that war and my collective conscious will =
become=20
that guardian from <BR>the light, and I will have just rewards or =
deserts or I=20
will hope the total <BR>extinguishment of all light, if that is=20
possible.&nbsp; Never again will I serve <BR>or trust the regime =
that has=20
come to power in the United States, or many other <BR>nation.&nbsp;=20
</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><BR>I look into my minds eye and seek out the original =
father or=20
mother or whatever <BR>it is that beckons life and say, why?&nbsp; =
why have=20
I been deceived?&nbsp; Can <BR>I go back home?&nbsp; Am I or am =
I=20
not? I have been deceived. I have been a fool.<BR>I see =
things in a=20
new light. Perhaps just another false light, a false hope, or =
perhaps<BR>my=20
fellows.</p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p><a href=3D"<A=20
href=3D"">http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html</A><=
BR>">Mobile=20
Audit Club </a> </p></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><p> Mobile Audit Club URL below, and its link to the URL is=20
above</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><A=20
href=3D"">http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html</A><=
BR><BR>My=20
warning, do not let your children serve the USA military under the =
<BR>current=20
regime. They or "IT" does not deserve protection or more conquered =
<BR>oil=20
fields. Above all, beware of Los Angeles, and Alabama and Arizona, =
New=20
Mexico, and Nevada, and likely other states as they or IT which =
controls=20
those places do not believe in our rights as humans or =
citizens. =20
Proof is at Mobile Audit Club.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
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