I couldn’t bear the thought. Meanwhile, i was incarcerated on an extended acute care unit after a horrible overdose and I couldn’t do anything to help.
I think that we are slowly losing those years (for the good). I just realized what used to happen to me when I saw him and couldn’t connect. I was weeping.
If there was ever a family that could be open to an alien presence, it was us. All of this has been written since the beginning of time. The parallels in the marriage, the coincidences that led to everything that led to today, my son’s incredible resiliency, all point o the first documented Alien visitation in modern times.im almost positive my father has video footage of the whole scene and OF COURSE the devastation in here after he made me leave. I am just sure that NASA would be interested and I just pray that my father now in his 90s would find the courage to do this.
the excitement in here was so intense
assemble the files and any other tangible infotmation and send it
This is what I dreamed as soon when as I understand that my son was in prison. Images like floor drains but they were a lockdown that I couldn’t reach through.
this was the worst, an image of solitary confinement metal plates that could be adjusted to make rhe suffering lesser or worse.
in the mean time I was being persecuted for my race color and creed by the (?) Latino (Puerto Rican (?) Staff: and then, through a misunderstanding I wound up confined in my room for about 3 months over my trying to understand a remark from a younger black psych tech. I wasn’t trying to start anything. We were friends ..and then the fun began…
NEVER let me go to an EAC Unit again. It just doesn’t work. 1, I have PTSD of psych wards and 2, my constipation ALWAYS becomes a problem.
Un.Bon.Mot 