After a small spat with someone at Sharrey Tefila a few weeks after the holidays, I went across the street and attended services at Beth Hamidrash for a day. As preparation for what will come next, I need to mention how various rabbis spoke about a Jewish victory over mankind, that was soon on the horizon but not guaranteed because the Internet was messing things up. I never got more detail than that. And, I must say that before every service they make good and sure they know if there are guests present, non Jewish people, ect, and if there are any unconfirmed people attending services, they change the nature of the service.
The speaker cautiously proceeded The Jews, in violation of C3 status, use their religious services as political and war planning venues. I kept a straight face despite being absolutely appalled, every bad thing I had ever heard about Jews was confirmed in a single speech, and I left the Jewish community. I was blown away by how accurate people like David Duke are with regard to the Jews.
They did not leave well enough alone. Simply having me get as far as I was with them and then leave was enough for them to put a hit out on me. I attended an event with a girl I started dating, which she got invited to out of nowhere. She was not aware of anything like it, and did not know what to expect. It was a little strange, it cost money to set up and was strange. Something was not right about it. They had great food there though, and I was offered some wine. It was horrible and bitter.
I thought nothing of it though. I was fine for about 3 days, and then started getting very strange muscle cramps. On day 5 they were severe.
Day 6, I could barely walk, and was going into spasms. On that day, I got a very strange e-mail. It is a series of quotes from various books, assembled to form a message. This no doubt was to hide the writing style of the sender. This took a LOT of work to assemble. I will break it down, following the message. I knew when I received this that I had been poisoned as punishment for leaving the Jewish community, and they did not expect me to survive it.
They knew when the poison would be taking full effect. No one told mrs. Samuel bertram of the change of plan, each buried in its bosom.
These may have taken their of electronic works that could be freely shared you did, mon ami. Since then, you have changed of zoology. Unhappily you have crushed this fine such service.
If there be half stern fortitude which enabled him to hide the that we ought to do something about it try to a word for the act of complaining about something he entered one of those ginpalaces, which, like. Believe it or not — it is true, and it ties into the 6 points of the star of david, which when made out of two overlaid triangles has six points, six lines, and six triangles within it. Begone is obvious — I am dead. So they said I left them and entered a house of demons, and liked it because of the Shia girlfriend.
I wondered for a second if it was just a stupid e-mail, but realized it fit my situation exactly. There was not a line in that e-mail that did not apply to me, and it followed the sequence of events perfectly.
Add that to the fact that I was doubling over with cramps and it was obvious — I had been poisoned. I got very lucky with finding a cure. It was as if God handed it to me. I went to Google, and entered my symptoms, and the word poisoning. Delayed, cramps, delerium, poisoning and the first link was to a web site that listed my symptoms and timeline perfectly. It was a slow acting alkaloidal poisoning that would be fatal due to extreme cramping to death — a hideous death, if not cured.
I then typed alkaloidal poisoning antidote into Google, and it went to another web site, which had antidotes to various poisonings. A few days later I tried this, and did not ever find those sites again. I am not sure exactly what I typed. The antidote site said that pickeling salt, and vinegar, in conjunction with ammonia fumes would cure it. SO, I ate a large jar of pickles, and the cramps let off a little, and then took a bowl full of ammonia window cleaner, put it in a box on the floor, draped a towel over the opening of the box, put my head in and went to sleep.
I thought back on where the poisoning could have happened, and the only place was that event I went to, with the bitter wine. SO, I was back to normal. And I made a mistake. I got into the routine of taking the same skytrain stops at the same time every day. About a week and a half into this, I noticed a young man who attended one of the Orthodox synagogues coming up the steps as I went down, and right as I went past him he pulled out a black canister and sprayed it in my face.
Whatever it was had no odor or taste, it was like a clear gas. He timed it perfect, and I was breathing in at exactly the wrong time and sucked in the full blast. Again I noticed nothing immediately, but made it a point to remember that incident.
A week went by, and I had all but forgotten the event. But I started getting copious amounts of clear phlegm coming up all the time out of my lungs, and my nose started running uncontrollably. There was no fever, no muscle cramps, no sign of flu or infection, just gobs and gobs of phlegm, a good blast ever 20 feet of walking, and I had to keep a large sputum cup by the bed.
On the worst three nights, I laid on the floor gasping for breath, trying to overcome the phlegm and was not sure I would survive those nights. But I started to come out of it a little. It lingered on and on, with copious phleghm for over a year, and about a month into it I lost my hearing. I could not use a phone, I could not hear even a nearby car horn. People had to scream into my face, and by combining what little sound I could hear with their lip movements, I could make out what they were saying.
But there was something even stranger about this — after it faded off a little, I noticed that whenever I had periods of deep analytical thinking the phlegm came far worse, or bursts of emotion would make it come a lot worse. I was in this phase when I met my wife, who is a Doctorate of Pharmacology. She diagnosed the symptoms as a neurological poisoning, and said I was not likely to ever get over it fully.
Fortunately two years after the initial spraying, I was over it. While doing this report, I was stalked constantly, had the bios to two cell modems re-written by hackers, destroying them, had my hard drive woodpeckered, and after publishing the report someone would go out into a field directly adjacent to my house and shoot a shotgun 7 times exactly at midnight for a month straight.
Most recently, my wife Sarah Stone and I were proceeding on I southbound in Salt Lake City after spending a day there, and a mile before the south off ramp, a red cabbed semi with an unmarked trailer snuck up on us with his lights turned off, hooked up with the last four inches of the side of the rear of the car, on the bumper, and put the car into a spin.
I noticed the rear of the car drifting sideways — there was no sound of impact because it was such a gentle nudge, and I looked and saw him back there in the dark. I knew I had to get ahead of him, so I floored it. The spin was well established, and the ONLY way for the car to go if I hit the brakes would be to get eaten by the semi. The headlights then came on, and I kept it floored, hoping the car would not roll.
Keeping it floored was the thing to do. It got me out in front of him far enough to avoid being mowed under, and with the tires screaming and burning rubber forward, I managed to pull the skid into the HOV lane and out of the path of the semi.
I was then perfectly backwards on the freeway, with a forward burnout going had I let off the gas it would have stalled the engine and probably blown the transmission , as the semi went past me. Right when I was coming out of the full I let off the gas, never hit the brake, and ended up going perfectly forward two lanes over from where I was to begin with. The semi floored it up to about 90, and still having about 60 mph of momentum I took off after it.
I then thought, well, he could be dangerous, and there is probably minimal damage to the car. So I backed off, pulled off at south and inspected the car. You will get sucked under and crushed if you hit the brakes at that critical moment, yet that is the most likely thing for people to do. My wife published the article Tainted Nightmare and they would have gotten 2 for the price of one. And this method, the gentle nudge, leaves such a small mark on the vehicle it would go totally unnoticed in the carnage.
It would simply look like you lost control and got eaten by a semi. There obviously is no way to prove this event was intentional, but in light of everything else? And since they tried to kill me twice already and failed, and possibly a third time, this new method of getting me lost in the vast American prison system is no doubt the new modus operandi.
And there is more, much more.