Almost two weeks ago I “came down” with … a cold? The flu? Some kind of “VIRUS”?
Nope. And while a lot of people would say yes, I say no— I have EMF poisoning. I was either targeted, or I had a cumulative effect that finally caught up with me. Monday night will be exactly two weeks later. I want to describe what happened to me, so you’ll be aware of what it’s like. It’s nothing you haven’t experienced already, most likely, because the symptoms of EMF poisoning are just like a cold/flu! Except for the heart pain… Now, isn’t that very interesting? And what I and Frances Leader and lots of others have been saying for three years (or more— and thanks, Fran, for all your good work!!). Just get this through your heads:
“COVID” is EMF poisoning. Got that? Okay, good.
Ten days ago, on January 9th, I went to bed and had what I thought was a heart attack. The pain was excruciating. It lasted for what seemed like two or three hours, but I’m not certain about the duration. I just know I thought I was dying. Over the next nearly two weeks I went from extreme weakness and mild nausea and absolute lack of appetite to a kind of cold/flu-like thing, with my appetite slowly returning on Friday/Saturday, to feeling like I had a moderate cold (never had any fever). I developed a mild cough, and eventually mild upper-chest congestion/tightness, but that’s never gotten any worse, and it’s still the main symptom, besides being weak and no, or low, energy.
The first five or six days were the hardest, I slept like a fricken ROCK, but aside from the heart pain that first night, the worst of it was simply a complete lack of energy. I had to force myself to get up and get water, and to drink it. I lost about 6 or 7 pounds. I’d just started training for a new job, and somehow, Tuesday morning, that second day, I managed to get to the DOL and take a written test for my Commercial Driver License… I really can’t explain how I did that, and nobody there asked me if I felt alright! I felt as if I’d fall down and die the entire time. And, I PASSED. After that I went home and barely got out of bed for a week!
For those of you who don’t quite get it yet, I DID get up and leave my house briefly. I went to buy some heavy-duty FOIL to wrap that fucking meter, and to cover the wall on the other side of it… When I did that, I stopped on the way home, at a pier (I live near the Puget Sound), and I sat in the car there and just sat and looked at the water for a while… Interestingly, I FELT FINE while sitting there— (it seems cars are faraday cages, too!) I felt normal, although still sort of drained. I went home and wrapped the wall in foil… the symptoms came back after a time, but very softly; I haven’t experienced them full force since then; and I’m slowly getting better.
Why am I telling you this? Because THIS is what we’re looking at, folks. I believe this happened because of the “Smart Meter” the Nasties put on my house last year… I think it was spring or early summer. It’s currently wrapped in FOIL until I can recouperate enough to do something, like replace it with an analog meter… One that can’t be used to SPY on me, either. I’m telling you this, too: Smart Meter or not, the Bad Guys can ZAP us any damn time they want! Because that’s what those 5G towers are FOR… punishment, and death. If you think being cut off from your money is bad, wait til they zap you…
Do you understand me? WE. ARE. SITTING. DUCKS.
And this is why we MUST take down these fucking towers. Let’s just get this done, people. They can take us out any damn time they want to! I don’t wish to go through this shit again.
The other thing that has happened is that the abusive family situation is over. I will no longer be part of my own abuse, keeping some kind of pathetic hope alive that somehow, some way, this little group of people I grew up with will somehow realize it’s wrong to torture people. I don’t owe them a goddamn thing— I’m finished with trying to get them to love me, or trying to care for them. They are all broken people, and I will not be.
So, as they say in Obedience School, I’m going to HEAL. I’m going to prepare myself for a new career, and most likely I will eventually get the fuck outta this town. My brothers think I want my parents’ money… I don’t. I don’t give a rat’s ass about it, or about any of the rest of it.
I am reborn to myself, an orphan, my own Self— a shiny new dog, and no more of This Old Life, it’s over. ON to the New World. My heart has been broken toooo many times, and— I don’t have to hate them to let them go. Their damage is not my fault, nor it is my problem. My life is MINE. My mother says she is happy, and that they don’t even talk about me— okay, good. Maybe Saturday I’ll take myself for a wee road trip…
yea families can suck, mine does. havnt spoken to my mother or anyone else in just over a year and i feel great. its liberating not having to deal with their bullshit
Wow! What an experience you have had. Glad you are committed to healing and standing against these atrocities. Stay healthy!