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Date Posted: 11:26:48 12/04/01 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Thank You Cousin Webeyes

Thank you Cousin Webeyes.
My book should include all the then and now
details about my son's 1977 unnecessary surgery.

Dr. Agbabian
The Walk-Over
Chapter one


Dreams. Have we not had a thousand or more?

Personally, I liked dreams, especially when I had heard that they helped to
make-up the person's total being, that saying was all of fifty-years ago. I
had also heard that if a dream awakens you, the dream was one of importance.
Your subconscious self was telling you something.

Ahhh, dreams could oscillate like a pendulum, viewing good deeds and even
evil. Often the reveries themselves would identify who desired the part of
playing nice guy and who craved the part of the other. The reverie would
baffle and bewilder. The dream could also be used as areas to research in
waking life.

In the twilight of a reverie, I could hear the words "Remember." I thought
it was myself speaking, so I drifted along with the remembrance. In the
dream it was as if I was watching a TV screen. The scene was inside a
hospital. A short, dark-haired man wearing a white doctor's coat entered my
room. I remembered the 1978 scene, when Dr. Agbabian walked into the room
to visit me. I had met Dr. Agbabian once and that was in 1978 on the second
day of my five-day hospitalization. In 1977, I had heard Dr. Agbabian's
name mentioned several times when hubby and son were hospitalized.
The doctor expert trinity was Dr. Spiering (family doctor), Dr. Agbabian
(internal medicine), and Dr. Knauss (surgeon). On the fifth day of my
hospitalization, I had met a hospital ghost that said, "This is your last
ride home!"

It scared the shit out of me. I put my clothes on and went home with my
last visitor, which was my husband, Bill. Someone might call the phantom's
voice an apparition, a spirit, or a guardian angel. Meanwhile, hubby was
angry as he thought that we might have to pay the $2500 hospital bill.

I remembered Dr. Agbabian's visit. "Yes, that was in 1978," I replied to
the dream.

Then the dream showed a second visit with Dr. Agbabian. Dr. Agbabian
sat at his medical desk thinking about Rita's next medical test. I could
clearly hear his thoughts: "If I run a test on the kidneys, then Dr. Knauss
would run an ovary test."

I had only met Dr. Agbabian once, there was never a second time. So,
I replied: "No, I don't remember that!"

The dream scene darkened, and answered in a slow, firm tone: "Y-o-u-d
better!"

There was something in the dream that gave me the impression that the two
1977 surgeries represented two devious items: one was medical greed and
the other was the destruction of the United States antibiotic policies.

I felt annoyed and uncomfortable with the dream's words. "I only saw Dr.
Agbabian once, and that was on the second day of my five-day
hospitalization. He never visited me a second time. Why are you telling me
that he did?"

The dream's voice replied: "The chemicals can illuminate as well as
eliminate."

I woke annoyed with the thoughts that a doctor would deliberately prescribe
an ill fate.especially mine. My thoughts reminisced about every word that
was mentioned during my one visit with Dr. Agbabian. The doctor and I
briefly discussed Dr. Spiering thinking that the problem was in the ovary.
Dr. Agbabian and I also briefly mentioned hubby and son's 1977 surgeries.
Maybe there was a medical cover-up within one or both of the 1977 surgeries.
The next test Dr. Agbabian ordered was the kidney test. According to the
dream, the dyes used in both the kidney and ovary tests would cause a
reaction, and probably fatal.

I had walked out of the hospital because of the voice, saying: "This is
your last ride home!" I knew nothing about chemical reactions.

The following night as I entered the dream world, I could again hear the
words "Remember."

I carefully examined the dream scene. This time, I saw my dreamself
standing in front of a six-foot tall bookcase. My eyes scanned the blurred
book titles. As I looked toward to the top, two books were vivid and it was
as if the TV lens had zoomed-in to focus. I'm only five-foot-three, so I
couldn't reach the top shelf were the two books stood upright in the shelf
middle and were surrounded by many other books. I strained my eyes to read
the titles. One had a white cover and the title The Walk Over was printed
on the book's spine, while the other had a black cover and sat further
inside the bookcase, creating a shadowy outline. I couldn't see the second
book's title. It set too far into the darken shadows. The dream then
revealed the book's complete contents in two words: "My Salvation."

Immediately, I could see my dreamself look more closely for a real title.
My eyes scanned the books outline for details. All I could see was that the
book was covered in black and sat a little too high for clarity.

Then suddenly "The Walk Over" book fell from the shelf. The 8-1/2"X11"
white pages drifted through space. I watched my dreamself read the pages.
At first, I was impressed. I could see $250,000 was laced within the
falling pages. The dream narrated, "Simple write it the way you lived it.
When it goes upon the shelf, it will go under non-fiction. Mine will be the
biggest prophet of them all."

I watched my dream-face-person's facial expression change, as I read each
page drifting in front of my dreamself eyes. Another panic attack flared.
My dreamself stepped back horrified. Raising my hand, I said, "No. It's
not enough. No. I'm not going to do that!" I was furious at this
remember-thing dream. First, it showed how easily a doctor could kill me;
now it was showing the stupidest words I have ever heard. I turned to exit.
As I reached the open doorway, I turned to face the narrator and have my
last say: "Who do you think your are?"

Again, I saw my dreamself's facial expression change, as my dreamself
stared at the dream's narrator. The dream itself identified the facial
expression. It represented that my dreamself saw God.

The scene again darkened. The darkness changed into a lit movie scene.
It was a clear, rapid motion-picture-show to show my life flashing before
me, one vision after another. It was similar to a short film clip with the
narrator speaking.

The first picture was our six-year-old son standing and facing me with
horror in his eyes. The dream explained, "By the time, he's eight, the
terror will be there on his face." (Two years later the déjà vu appeared.
By the time my son was eight, he had plumed extremely backwards.
He didn't even know his birthday date.)

The next picture was a man lying in a hospital bed. The head of the
bedstead was elevated and the patient had pillows propping his body into a
half-sitting position. My husband Bill and I entered the room. As quickly
as we appeared, it was time to depart. Bill stood at the foot of the bed by
the door leading to the hospital corridor.
I walked back to Sherman, Bill's father to give him a good-bye kiss. (In
April 1983, the déjà vu appeared)

The image began to scramble. The scene changed. The dream focused on
Bill and I standing near the edge of a different hospital bed. Large
medicine
cabinets with large plate glass doors stood in the background. The dream
presented the diagnosis as "Hodgkin's disease." (In August 1982, the déjà vu
appeared, yet it wasn't until May 1983 that hubby's diagnose was Hodgkin's
disease.)

Again the scene changed. In the center sat a good-like myth figurine. The
item sparkled with a golden radiance, increasing its glow by saying: "All of
the earth and all of the heavens will be mine."

By the dream's end, I could feel myself lost. I had nowhere to turn and no
place to go. So, I reached for the figurine. As my hand touched the
object, it shattered, releasing millions of sparks in all directions and
jolted me awake.

The dream prompted me to ask for medical records. The first medical record
was my 1978 hospitalization. I was shocked to read that Dr. Knauss had
ordered the Ovary test exactly as the dream had said happened. I complained
to the Osteopathic Society that a doctor could use medical tests that could
kill and nobody would notice! The Bible described evildoers. The Bible
also stated: "For the life of the flesh is in the blood".

At the time of the 1978 dream, every Michigan doctor knew that the United
States prescription drug law was used to withhold antitumor/antiviral
antibiotics. The President and his congress that created the prescription
drug law also created drug over-seers. The government issued drug
over-seers were discouraging new antibiotics made from the new germ
cell strains that were discovered in the 1960's. The drug over-seers also
knew that Michigan hospital laboratories had raised blood test tolerance
level figures as much as 4X's the normal in order to camouflage
blood pathogens.

An example of 1982 laboratory figures increased would be the following:

Blood Test Patients Realist Figures Lab's Increased Figures
WBC 10.9 H 4.8-10.0 4.8-10.8
Neutrophils 66* 54-62 45-75
Lymphocytes 26 25-33 15-45
Monocytes 6 3-7 0-12
Eosinophils 1 1-3 0-4
Basophils 1* 0-0.5 0-2

*The figures were not flagged because of laboratories increasing their
figures, therefore the cell abnormalities were not noticed, yet a neck
tumor was noticeable.

Myelocytes used to be included in the white blood cell differential %
figure. Myelocytes were found in the bone marrow and when they appeared in
the blood, they were considered a disease marker. Myelocytes and basophils
were stained together.

Why would a blood test be important?

The Bible said, "For the life of the flesh is in the blood", and the Bible
also called a liar "A liar". Medical evil doers have existed since the
Bible. In 1977, there were doctors in Michigan like Dr. Agbabian that
would kill their patients to protect medical lies from being questioned.

A good doctor would have assisted the patient to identify his/her
normal blood test tolerance figures. The above test would have
appeared in the patient's personal bible records as:
Blood Test Patient's Normal Figure
White Blood Cells 6.0-6.5
Neutrophils
Lymphocytes
Momocytes
Eosinophils
Basophils .2 (Notice the decimal point)

At the end of the Second World War, it was known that more people
died to disease and malnutrition than bombs or bullets. The Cold War
was designed to talk your enemy into killing herself. I use the word
"Herself" because a country was referred to as "Your mother".
Health Sabotage was not used in the Michigan medical evil doer's
vocabulary. In order to lie about the blood feeding the flesh, the
medical evil doers had to get the United States President and his
congress to pass the prescription drug law.

The prescription drug law was originally designed to keep the
1908 tuberculosis vaccine from usage in the United States when
tuberculosis was the #1 disease killer. The law was to create a
larger medical business, which meant that no man, woman or child
would have the right to the more effective antibiotics or vaccines.
The Michigan medical evil doers wished that the law would include
the right to destroy the United States antibiotic policies, therefore
wrong blood test information had to be given.

When Medicare was established, the medical advisors neglected to
state the importance of blood tests. The patient had to establish his/her
personal normal cell test figure. The paid-for blood test copy result would
quickly identify an improperly done test when several tests were compared.
The medical business then would be responsible for a refund or a blood
test re-do, until it was done properly, instead of paying for faulty
merchandise. The medical business would have been treated just like
any other business.

Instead, Treason by way of Health Sabotage was permitted.

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