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Date Posted: 20:44:36 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 17


The Walk-Over Page 1 of 5
Chapter 17 Words: 1150
June 12, 1996






I know that when I became caught up in a dream, the dream often contained an abundance of reality. Somehow there was a relationship between the "God Visits" dream and my husband dreaming that he died! Something was there with both dreams that were more real than reality itself.

That night both my husband and I again had unusual dreams. First I'll tell mine.

I dreamt that I was sitting next to a large dark wood-grain desk. The office was outside; it had no building walls. I had a steno pad in my left hand and a pencil in my right, while the dream's narrator was discussing the subject "The Mutated Theory". The theory contained three subjects: Brain, Genes, and Microorganisms. Each of the three subjects, when 100% synthetic, came under the same definition -a mutated deterioration.

I was desperately looking for information. Indeed, this was more than I had hoped to fine.

"I'm impressed," I said, moving my head to see the person dictating the words.

A robust man dressed in a brown suit sat behind the desk. I stared at his face, trying to see the color of his eyes. Then I noticed that I was gazing into a vast sky with a few distant clouds painted in the background. I was awestruck that the kind speaker had no eyes. So I slowly turned my head to the right. The sky extended into space. My eyes scanned across the vastness.

I looked down at my notes, as I heard the narrator say, "You stopped writing. You're going to need all this information."



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Again I looked at the narrator's face. Poof, there was none. If it weren't for the brown suit, HE, the narrator would have been invisible. It was then that I awoke.



If Gentamicin Sulfate USP was known to drug over-dose halfway through the 6-week protocol, Hubby’s dream may have been warning him. The Gentamicin drug over-dosing wasn’t mentioned until July 3, 1996.



On June 12, 1996, I wrote down my husband’s dream, which was the following:


Bill dreamt that he was walking down the streets of Rome. Italian music filled the air. He could see the old historic buildings, some of which were thousands of years
old. Bill noticed that several people, as well as he, were pushing an IV stand as they walked down the street.

Then Bill met a stranger who had no IV. Bill stopped the man to ask "why no IV?"

The stranger replied, "I don't need one. My when-I-get-sick medicine is still in an easy-to-swallow pill form." Then the stranger then told Bill that Bill didn't need an IV either.

Bill forgot that he lived in a different country and in a state where dictated drugs were the only ones provided. The old prescription drug law stated that a person could not receive antibiotics without a prescription. The patient had to take the antibiotic that the drug prescriber recommended, or receive nothing.

My husband woke in a hallucination state. Still dazed by the dream form, Bill mixed reality. He got up and went into the bathroom to remove the eighteen-inch-pic line that was inside his arm.



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I woke at 6:00a.m. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table. I begin to gather the needed items for his 7:00a.m. Gentamicin sulfate IV, when I noticed that the pump Bill carried containing the penicillin G was missing. Normally, I would disconnect the penicillin G pump-continuous-flow IV and hook-up the gentamicin drip. After the drip IV was completed, I would then re-attach the pump IV line containing the penicillin G.

I sat down, saying, "You don't have your pump and your IV hook-up is g-o-n-e. I'm going to have an extremely difficult time attaching your next antibiotic dose."

Bill looked at his arm where the IV connection used to be and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "So, I'll go and get another one."

At this point, I knew that whatever I said was going to be wrong. "Okay. Then you do it."

Bill called several phone numbers, before he received instructional information stating that he should go to the hospital to receive another IV pic implant.

He and I drove to the building that was next door to the Fox Clinic to have Bill's new eighteen-inch-pic line again inserted.

Several questionnaires had to be verbally filled, of which one Bill had a complaint: "My wife is going to have a nervous breakdown. Is there some way that these IV's can be made simpler? My wife knows nothing about medicine and medical procedure. The home-care people go too fast with their quick home-care instructions. Then when the instructions are given over the telephone, it's more nerve-racking, and my wife becomes flustered."



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When Bill and I were sitting alone, I complained about his complaining: "I'm getting chest pains. I'll probably have a heart attack before I have a nervous break down."

Bill's dream could have been saying something similar to "You don't need any more Gentamicin treatments". Often I assume that because a physician prescribes a medicine, the physician would be using his medical knowledge. It never dawned on me that a physician would prescribe a medicine that the medical cult would make the most money on, and then never check the blood for the prescription medicine affects. Hubby’s doctors probably did check the blood.

At the time of the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, one side effect of permitting bacterial infection to go unnoticed until it destroy organs was that the American Spirit were known in South America and other parts of the world as Organ Thieves.

Also at the time of the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, every Michigan Cardiologist
knew that Gentamicin Sulfate USP was a short-term (2-3-week) antibiotic and it would drug over-dose on the recommended 6-week protocol. The placing of too-many germs in a vaccine and medical drug over-dosing proved to create a larger medical business.

Bill had his new eighteen-inch-pic line installed in his arm and we returned home. That night, I decided to sleep in the basement. I would hear hubby moving better. During the night hubby woke. I could hear him and a thud noise walking around. I went upstairs. Bill was dragging his portable IV machine that was attached to his 18-inch pic line implant.

I shocking said, "You are suppose to carry the IV gadget."





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Hubby looked at the floor and IV machine gadget, and said, "I thought I was walking the dog. I must be still asleep."

The nightmares continued. A few weeks later (prior to the end of the 6-week protocol) my husband asked that I drop him off in the local field so that he could crawl off to die like a dog.

The drug of choice Gentamicin Sulfate USP remained as the drug of choice on a 6-week protocol. If a Michigan cardiologist never noticed that the drug of choice drug over-dosed, nobody else was suppose to notice.

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