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Date Posted: 19:08:13 07/12/02 Fri
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 33

The Walk-Over Page 1 of 4
Chapter 33 Words: 1050
Deadly Situations


Evil doctors have been around since the invention of people. When the bloody-money talk would drip from the evildoer’s lips, it was noticeable.

I knew it was a dream when I saw the spacey-saw-zaw in outer space. The colorful ringed object reminded me of the planet Saturn, only this object was without the planet. It was far enough away for me to view its full outline, yet close enough to hear its spinning roar…rummm-m…rumm-m.

The century old evil Michigan doctors curse: “I’ll see you and your siblings sick and dead before I see you receive the 1908 tuberculosis (TB) vaccine” lingers today. The curse had reached the point at which I noticed that I was deprived of my more effective antibiotics, and that I would never receive the TB vaccine.

Often as soon as a dream appeared the mirrored problem images would bring up a memory. In June 1996, my husband asked me to drive him to a local field so that he could crawl off to die like a dog. Hubby was Gentimicin Sulfate USP drug over-dosed, as well as having two holes in his heart! It was illegal for me to drive hubby to a field to die, yet it wasn’t illegal for blood test figures to be raised 10 times the normal figures…And the patient would be discouraged from establishing his/her personal blood test figure. That was a half-a-decade ago. The Michigan cardiologist, said, “You make it through this, it’ll be like hitting a home run!” The Michigan cardiologist knew that the drug-of-choice on a 6-week protocol would drug-over-dose halfway through the recommended protocol.

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I called the medical liars “Medical Liars” and I called the situation “A United States Enemy’s Delight”. In this same time slot, it was known that children’s vaccines were being over-germed.

I believe that the same concerns would reappear in dream-themes. The dream would add something unfamiliar for the dreamer to investigate. Metal circle stampings had appeared on green grass prior to the dream titled “Uncle Jack’s House”.

The dream:

A construction company first made the metal-circled-stamping imprints, then proceeded to dig up the ground, leaving an average house size foundation with a 2-story drop.

The huge hole was dug outside Uncle Jack’s house. The foundation was steep dirt. If you fell down the two-story drop, you would be unable to climb out. A second hole was where the first front step should have been. The house’s step-size rectangular hole was made of poured cement. Five metal stakes the length of the 2-story deep step foundation were used to hold the step in place. Uncle Jack’s first step had been removed. The metal stakes were the length of the cement 2-story wall liner and were resting on the dirt ground below. The stakes were used to help hold the step in place. Whoever stepped out the door would probably plummet. I stood examining the missing step and the five metal rods. I wondered what kind of a construction company would charge for the unnecessary labor and material, and then leave the rest of the job undone, thereby endangering the homeowner.

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I was standing outside, looking at the door, the missing step and the huge 2-story hole next to the missing step, when Uncle Jack appeared. He had gone outside from a different door and walked around the house. When I saw him, I said, “I don’t believe I see this!”

Uncle Jack replied, “Yeah, that was pretty stupid of the builders. I can’t believe they did this to me, either!”

We both looked at the cement step that was lying on the ground upside down. It was clear that the builders had deliberately moved the step. Whoever walked out would probably land on one of the five steel stakes. The dream scene examined the turned up-side-down cement step. There was a thick layer of clear spongy glue all along the outside edge.

The scene changed slightly. The house moved back. Uncle Jack was standing where the house was, and I remained standing on the step’s right side. We both were trying to replace the cement step so that whoever walked out wouldn’t fall onto the steel spikes! The second large rectangular hole that was also a 2-story drop was next to the step, but it didn’t have the steel spikes. Uncle Jack said, “Get your husband to help me. The cement step is heavy!”

I was standing with one foot next to the edge. I could feel the dirt moving the pebbles over the side, as I replied, “Husband, too, is heavy and the ground next to the step is unstable…he’ll fall down the second 2-story drop!”

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The dream scene returned to the metal circle stampings that had appeared on the green grass surface. Each circle became magnified. The dream focused on one circle after another. I woke, thinking that I should write about the metal circle stampings.

End of Dream
The dream about the 2-story drop was clear. So during the day, my husband and I discussed June 27, 1996, the day when he asked me to drive him to a local field to drop him off like a dog, so that he could crawl off into a field to die. On June 28, 1996, the two medical specialists lied and prescribed a test that would have killed hubby. To make a long story short, hubby received a cadaver body part and lived. Never did the Michigan Heart Clinic give the cadaver’s name. All that would have been five Christmases earlier, when we could say, “Thank you, cadaver person (name), for dying for us!”

The conversation ended with hubby saying, “You can tell me a lot of things…but don’t tell me that God told you!”

It was very clear a half-decade ago that Michigan cardiologists knew that the American Heart Association recommendation would drug over-dose an endocarditis patient halfway through the recommended 6-week protocol. I called Medical Liars a United States Enemy’s Delight a long time ago!

A Medical Liar would lie before God and the world. A Michigan cardiologist would wish me dead before he would hand my husband his medical records, knowing that hubby was heading south and leaving Michigan.

Every time the Michigan medical liar would hand out an excuse in place of medical facts, I should call upon the spacey dog-saw-zaw, saying, “Sick’em, sick’em!”

The End

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