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Date Posted: 21:07:28 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 11

The Walk-Over Page 1 of 11
Chapter 11 Words: 2700

God Visits

At the time of this 1994 dream, hubby had had his second cancer surgery and was still in the hospital. His cancer was again caused by a tumor that had turned the tissue malignant. Again no antitumor antibiotics were prescribed.

The World Trade Center was first bombed in 1993. President Clinton knew that the American Heart was known as “Organ Thieves” throughout the world. The United States people needed organs to replace the bacterial-damaged organs. At this same time, infant vaccines contained Too Many Germs and were leaving infants blind and deft. Reality was that it was known that all cells mutated, yet, it was said that antibiotics were ineffective.

An example of an over-used antibiotic would be Gentimicin Sulfate USP. Gentimicin was known as a short-term (2-3 week) antibiotic. The US medical advisors placed the short-term antibiotic on a 6-week protocol. (In my husband’s 1996 commonly known bacterial-produced heart disease case, he was drug over-dosed.) In the 1960’s, it was known that cells mutated and that new antibiotics could be made from the new cell germs. Yet, the drug-of-choice was one that was known to create additional problems.

In 1994, the cost to run a computer search about antibiotic history at a Michigan Medical Library was $65-per-hour. I thought that the money-figure was extremely pricey…the same search only cost $25-per-hour at a Connecticut Medical Library. I felt that government medical information should have been less expensive and more available. The antitumor/antiviral antibiotic called Adriamycin was found as Doxorubicin in the TOXNET N.L.M.’s toxicology Date Network under the Hazardous Substances Data Bank.

The man who had hung the 1974 sign on the mutated/sibling antitumor antibiotic named Adriamycin/Doxorubicin must have been the president or CEO of the organization: “Copyright 1974-year, MICROMEDEX, Inc.”. I would like to know what he looks like, after meeting two of the three faces in the dream. Now onto the dream titled “God Visits”.

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As I slept, I could visualize my dreamself walking up a brightly lit hospital corridor. I was following behind like a television cameraperson who was recording the movie shot. My dreamself was dressed in a black turtleneck with matching black slacks, and a black bandanna covering my hair. My dreamself was dressed as a thief, going to a Pirate’s Carnival Fest. I followed, hoping that my dreamself would lead me to the disappeared Adriamycin. All of a sudden my dreamself stopped halfway up the hospital hall, as the dream informed that the party was through the left wall and one floor up. My dreamself then turned to the left and proceeded to walk through the left wall.

Again I followed. Poof…The scene changed to darkness. Soon I, too, was on the other side and one-floor-up at the pirate’s party fest. The complete left wall was covered with white medicine cabinets, making musical sounds. I was standing in back of the room watching and listening to the pirate’s music fest. The room was filled with firm-foot-stomping rhythm of power and wealth to a pirate’s song. It was an interesting tune of folly and play. There was melodious whisper behind each white door that sounded like a humming chorus, “I am your god”. Meanwhile, each cupboard door pompously warbled its own chorale verse: “A thief has his wealth, plus the wealth that he stole.” The second cupboard door joined with its verse: “A liar’s song is designed to tear truth into shreds.” Each door added an unrecognized verse, such as, “Be He male, he’d be Satan from hell, be it the other…the angel of Death,” but the song’s ending was very clear: “Make me your murder and I will kill you all.”

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The last sentence scared me, as I realized that they were real, live pirates. I looked around. I had lost my dreamself at the Pirate’s Fest. Quickly, I started looking for an exit by turning to the right.

The white doors on the left wall disappeared, as I turned to face a large archway. I was wondering where I was, when the dream called the place: “the chemotherapy cabinet.”

The room identified the white cabinets as: A medical covenant built by a group of people who have made a pact to withhold medicines in order to build a medical job security bank by closing the door to common-sense drug usage in relationship to humanistic healthcare values. A place where medical customers were not allowed to enter or to know truthful medicine history.

I stood facing a large dark archway. There was no “exit” sign. Large 3-foot feathers, symbolizing a heavenly-gift/prize/treasure, hung across the top and halfway down each side.

The feathers represented themselves as medical gifts. The feathers also identified that they didn’t belong to the person who had hung them. Each father was once a heavenly gift that fell to earth as a prize, a gift, and a golden treasure. The thief’s gift was presented as a plague. Since each feather was identified as a separate item, I looked each feather over for an understandable meaning. The feather’s original meaning and content had been rearranged. It appeared as garble. Only the person upon whom the prize was bestowed knew the original feather meaning. The feathers couldn’t speak; yet, it was as if the feathers themselves were stating that the original owner or meaning was nowhere around, and that they were deliberately placed out of reach with their original medical design hidden.

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I stepped back to take a quick count. There were between twenty and twenty-five feathers, and each one had been neatly nailed in place around the archway.

Again, I watched myself examining each feather over and over while saying, “One feather is Adriamycin.” I even began to examine the feathers wondering if I was looking for a pill.

The feather at the archway center was the most eye-catching. It had far more layers of dust and cobwebs than any of the others. The reds and yellows showed the discoloration of considerable age. The shades of blues and greens remained slightly lustrous. The center feather itself gave me the impression that it had been hanging in the Humanity-in-Reverse-Cupboard for an extremely long time.

Again, I stepped back from the feathers. There was a problem with the cupboard’s language. Then the dream again called the uninterpretable garbled words: “Humanity-in-Reverse-Cupboard.”

The only thing I could clearly see was dust, feather size, and feather luster. The newly added last feather on the left side of the archway had an eye-catching rainbow metallic hue. I stared at all the feathers, saying, “No, I’m not leaving until I find it. It’s here! I know it is. To come this far and not thoroughly examine each item would be foolishness.”

I began looking again and carefully examining each feather. I could feel by the aura that the one item for which I was searching was there among the many feathers. I was totally baffled as to why I could not recognize it.

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Then all of a sudden, the dream began to speak in a narrative voice: “First, I want you to meet the person who hung the feather for which you look.”

A distinguished-looking man dressed in a gray business suit walked into the center of the dream through the feathered dark archway. He was carrying a 2’x1’ white sign, with the numbers “1974.”

The feathers had been moved and strung across the cupboard-room like a banner. The dark-haired man walked from the center to the right and stepped to a feather that was hanging three or four feathers to the right of the center. There he hung his 1974 sign. The unique business-looking gentleman then turned to face me, as the dream introduced his name and continued to narrate: “When you steal from God, do not think it goes unnoticed.”

A second man came walking in. He, too, was carrying a 2’x1’ white sign. I didn’t see any lettering. The sign appeared blank.

A third person, a shorter, dark-haired woman followed quickly behind. She, too, carried a 2’x1’ white sign with no visual print. I saw the right side of her soft, sweet facial features and her mid-length dark, flowing hair as she walked pass, and continued to walk to a second archway on the extreme right that lead back into the bright hospital corridor.

The second and third person had entered the dream quickly and were exiting when a fourth figure entered the dream holding a 2’x1’ sign reading “1994.” The faceless figure entered moving to the left, and stood in the shadows. It represented the newest hung feather.

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I could feel myself thinking aloud and wondering, “Who are these people?”

I turned my head back to the right to see that the second man and the woman did not stop to claim a feather, they exited the dream through the bright archway that lead back into the hospital corridor. The narrator said each name and told of a special place where these people were kept, saying, “They will be called upon when the truth is searched.”

I did not see the place to which the two walked. Once they passed through the hospital corridor archway, both disappeared. My attention then focused at the left and on the 1994 sign. I was in awe at the fourth profile standing by the most recent and brightly rainbow-colored bottom feather. It was as if that bright feather itself cast metallic hues, deliberately letting me know that it was the newest addition: “The best of the penicillin for the largest of the blood groups is now Humanity-in-Reverse.”

I stared at the silhouette. It was like a self-image of me; the last of the blood groups was my own.

The narrator continued: “The humanity cupboard is now empty. The book is in its entirety and ready to be written backwards. Stealing from God is like stealing from your neighbor. The thieves should be handled like any other thief. The crime should appear in print. The items they stole and who they stole them from.”

A nine-foot god-like figure moved, re-appearing under the feathered banner that was strung from the dark archway to the brightly lit one.

The figure was the dream's narrator, saying: What is my World War, 2, doing here.

The word "2" had an echo: II, two, to, and too. When the narrator spoke, it was more than a pun. The words spanned from earth to eternity.

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The dream itself cast an aura, as if it, too, could speak, identifying the narrator: “When this figure walks, the ground will tremble.”

The scene became like a large computer room, lighting up each circuit until the final function flashed “Glow” and the complete room lit every corner of the “how” and “why” the chemotherapy covenant had come into existence and that the covenant itself was the “Doom’s Day Message.”

The dream spanned to beyond my recognition. The only think understandable was condensed to one sentence: "after death there will be no readers".

End of Dream

At the time of the 1994 dream, the Crittenton hospital laboratory in Rochester, Michigan had raised a differential white blood cell called the Basophil tolerance level figure 10X’s the amount of what the figure should have been.

So, I wrote all over the world to see what figures other countries were using. Strange as it may sound, the lowest figure came from Lansing, Michigan with the reference of “Steven ML. Fundamentals of Clinical Hematology” showing the basophils were 0-0.5. Meanwhile, the highest figure came from a hematologist in the United Kingdom (UK) with the reference of 0-0.8.

In 1995, the dream’s dark-haired woman who carried the white 2’x1’ sign appeared. She was the emergency room doctor. Her name was Elizabeth and she was hubby’s doctor at the time of his 911 emergency hospital visit. Again, the white blood cell tolerance level figure was 10x what it should have been; therefore the increased patient’s abnormal cell count went unnoticed.

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I was then under the impression that every patient’s blood test that was done would have abnormal cell count go unnoticed because of the extremely high lab figure used. I complained to the State of Michigan health advisors.

My husband’s 1995 blood test was as follows:

Test Patients Realist Figures Increased Figures

Neutrophils 68.5* 57-67 30-80

Lymphocytes 20.2 25-33 20-60

Monocytes 8.2 3-7 2-10

Eosinophils 1.5 1-3 .01-5.00

Basophils 1.7* 0-0.5 .01-5.00



*The 1.7% was not flagged as abnormal because the high tolerance level figure was again raised to 5% instead of 0.5, which I figured as ½%.

In 1996, the man in the dream who was carrying the blank sign appeared. He was an Internal Medicine doctor at St. Joseph Hospital in Pontiac, Michigan. When the Internal Medicine doctor drew my husband blood, the differential blood test system used was similar to the one that the UK hematologist had sent:

Test Patient UK Lab’s

Neutrophils 9.2H 2.4-6.2 2.0-9.0

Lymphocytes 0.5 1.1-3.3 0.4-3.5

Monocytes 0.5 0.14-0.7 0.0-1.0

Eosinophils 0.0* 0.02-0.3 0.0-0.5

Basophils 0.0* 0-0.08 0.0-0.2

*The cell activity that had appeared on my husband’s 1994 and 1995 blood tests had completely disappeared. The year 1996 was a year after I had complained to the Michigan Department of Licensing and Regulations about the laboratories raising blood test figures.

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In 1996 and the month prior to meeting the man who carried the blank 2’x1’ sign, hubby had dreamt that he died. Meanwhile, the drug-of-choice Gentimicin Sulfate USP was known to drug over-dose after 2-3 weeks of use. Yet, it was placed on a 6-week protocol to treat endocarditis. Drugs are federal. If the drug-of-choice was used from 1993 to 2001 and drug over-dosed the endocarditis patients, it should have been noticed in the other 49 states, too. The common-bacterial-produced heart disease called Endocarditis had a low survival rate.

I would call a medical liar a “Health Saboteur”, whereas a religious person might call the Health Saboteur “The Anti-Christ”, using the reference Leviticus 17.11 “For the life of the flesh is in the blood”. I believe that the Anti-Christ would say the opposite “Blood means nothing”, meaning that all three Anti-Christ, Health Saboteur, or Medical Liar would make a logical reason about how “Blood means nothing”, and the most important thing would be the destruction of the United States antibiotic and vaccine policies.

The World Trade Center was bombed in 1993 and again in 2001. Yet, the drug-of-choice Gentimicin Sulfate USP that was to be used, as a short-term drug remained unnoticed that it was used on a longer-term protocol that would drug over-dose the patient halfway through the 6-week recommended treatment. I would compare a medical liar with a terrorist.



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The 1983 hematologist’s actions reflected that the United States prescription drug law was used for more than to withhold effective antibiotics/medicines. One drug prescriber specialist would lie and another doctor would swear that the lie was the truth.

I continued to interpret this dream. To me, God represents “priorities and truth”. There were two 1994 dreams where God appeared. In my titled dream “Definition of a Friend”, God’s eyes were open with a clear and with a wide vision beyond my comprehension. In “God Visits”, the dream’s narrator’s eyes were dark and with no vision, yet, the room lit-up showing where all the lies were stored.

My first thought to the dark eyes was blindness. When the United States (US) lawmakers passed the US prescription drug law, they should have changed the printed words that were on the United States money from “In God We Trust” to “In Satan We Trust”. There was nothing written in the Drug Law stating that the Devil was going to prescribe the more effective antibiotics or vaccines.



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Then I tried to identify the feathers, which was when I found the 1908 BCG Vaccine: a vaccine introduced in France about 1908 by Calmette and Guerin. The Calmette-Guerin bacillus used is a live attenuated strain of the Mycobacterium tuberculosis. It may be given to infants who are especially exposed to the risk of tuberculous infection and to young people who are shown by the tuberculin test to have no natural immunity to the disease. It may be given to all medical students, veterinary students and nurses who have no natural immunity and come into contact with tuberculosis. It is not used in the United States because chemical means of prevention are considered more effective and do not interfere with the skin test used in epidemiology and private practice as a single means to test incidence of infection in the population.

New diseases would be created with normal cell mutations and chemicals. Blood tests would be the patient’s personal bible. A medical evildoer would say: “Blood does not feed the flesh. Blood means nothing!”

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