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Date Posted: 20:32:44 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 20

The Walk-Over Page 1 of 3
Chapter 20 Words: 900
July 1 – 3, 1996
Three Dreams

For three consecutive nights three different dreams appeared. In my large purse setting next to me was the black voodoo hex doll and the 4 voodoo pin that I had with me on June 11, 1996; also in my purse was a book titled “1995 Physicians’ Desk Reference”.

The first night, I dreamt that I was inside a dark tunnel beneath the ground. It was like an old mining shaft. The mining shaft’s vehicle in which I sat was operated by gravity and had no brakes. It ran down the already-mined tunnel on the present built tracks. Directly in front of me was a handle bar. On the vehicle there was a chrome-plated metal-tube handle bar soldered at both ends. The seat was close to the bar, enabling me to comfortably hold on. As I started to turn my head to look at the seat in back of me and at the rest of the vehicle, the speed accelerated. The movement jolted me to look forward and I tightly gripped the handle bar. Every now and then daylight would appear as if the sun reflecting upon the rock-supported walls. The brief burst of light immediately let me know that I was riding down a coal mineshaft in a vehicle that had no brakes. The light gave several meanings simultaneously: it let me guess 15-20 mph as the approximate speed, then wonder if the vehicle and I would hit a rock wall…the purpose and destination would be answered at the end of the trip.

Half way through the tour, there was no more light. The moving vehicle never stopped. It continued the downward, rocking ride. The narrow passage swerved to the left, then to the right, then made another sharp left turn. For a brief moment, I didn’t think the vehicle was going to make the corner, but the vessel knew every inch of the tunnel and the black passage that stood straight ahead. The vehicle began to slow down where the man-made tracks ended at rock wall; the complete design was to crash into the wall. As I watched the rock approach, it turned into a large dark spot...like a burst of darkness. The rock became a part of the underground cave tunnel. It was like an addition to the man-made mineshaft and additional tracks were placed. I woke surprised that the vehicle didn’t collide with the wall…it had gone through it!

The following night, a second dream vivid dream appeared. The dream brought with it a presentation of an eye diagram, and a narrative voice was discussing the eyes. “The white eye part will change color.”

I worked my memory, thinking about a known subject: Bill’s eyes were blue.

The dream began to point to the eye diagram. The display was like a computer lighting up the area discussed. It lit a gray haze overshadowing the blue. The dream’s mannerism presented a conclusion as it continued describing things of death. It was presenting the known and established signs about death that a person already knew: a dead thing decays, death has a distinct odor and color.

The third night, I dreamt that I had walked into Bill’s hospital room. As I entered hubby’s room, something eye-catching and interesting was hanging on the right wall. I stopped and walked over to the item that looked like a newly hung picture frame. As I approached the unusual item to examine it, Bill sat up in his hospital bed. Both his wrist tie-downs were removed and hubby was sitting up under his own power, but he didn’t open his mouth and he looked like a zombie. For a moment, I was doubly shocked: first at what I saw on the wall, and second that a doomed man sat up.

The way the dream described “doomed” was that once a person was entrapped inside this medical system…the system was designed NOT to survive.



Medical Patriotism

The dream gave a definition of a medical system designed Not To Survive.

The Michigan doctors have a medical code, and they also have a patriotism code.

We are a group of people who unlike any other country do NOT clutter our life with patriotism. As an individual, we know that we have a bureaucracy government who does NOT care about its people. Therefore, the bureaucracy has great influence on something that a “normal” person should have. The ‘average” person must have forgotten that a bureaucracy is a group of people who make a government work or fail. So, when someone says: “You lost the ‘cold war’. All that’s left of the ‘cold war’ is the victory’s name to be placed in history book print. The only reason the ‘Victory’s’ name does not appear yet, is that the ‘cold war’ victory winners wish the United States assistance in the destruction of its allies before the ‘big war’ begins”.

The State of Michigan bureaucracy has chose “legalism” as an excuse to kiss the “devil’s feet”, by placing restrictions on drugs, and their improper use. Also, during the Cold War, the infiltration of false drugs was replaced with the More Effective ones. As for myself, I am irate to think that government laws are forcing me to use the “wrong” drugs, and the local doctors are not tell their patients what countries the patients should go to in order to receive the “more effective” medicines.

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