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Friday, March 30, 2018

More Vamp Ups!

   Recently, I went to a government building and passed out my Calling all Hearts paper and have experienced heavy swarms since then. I didn't ask for help for myself. I guess I should have. I certainly need it, but I need it from people who are already aware and will not assume that I am just "mentally ill," because I have already been through too much and need the opposite.
   I was heavily targeted the past few times that I had only PLANNED to pass out some of these papers. I blew through that wall and spontaneously did a batch of it anyway. I guess I took another chance due to it appearing like its close to the end of the road for the tiny bit of freedom that having a vehicle gives me. They appear to be forcing me to take it off the road in the end of April. I don't know how I'll survive without a vehicle and don't know how I'll be able to keep what little is left of my infiltrated belongings and writings. I am too much at the mercy of those who target me. I do not know what I'll do at the end of April. It seems like there is nothing I can do, about my personal situation, but if I can help more people to be aware, of the general problem, there may be more hope for the rest of humanity. Please help print and pass out this paper; http://www.poeticpublications.com/callinghearts5.pdf

P.S. 4-2-2018; Heavy technological and covert harassment vamp up since Wednesday morning. It also appears that I have been hit with some sort of chemical that is making me ill again, but some (if not all) of it may be being technologically induced. I am experiencing periods of painful torture of my brain, especially in the top left part of my brain, which appear to be being disguised under the appearance of my having something like a flue or cold.  As I write this the torture of this part of my brain is starting again!

Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.