It wasn’t Cuba.
Just as it wasn’t Cuba in my own Villa Saint Rose Of Lima building where I live in Cleveland, Ohio [on the edge they call it] where CIA reigns supreme, conducting along with FBI and NSA and Mossad and Maxine Waters, social experiments via HUD.
The pain in my ears was so severe, so intense, for weeks. Late day till morning when it was gone, day after day, night after night. Sore throat on sides deep down into neck under ears. Eustachian tubes – the remembering of the terminology made me recall I was a nurse once. Then I remembered the doctor who took my gallbladder out who said to me, “once a nurse always a nurse”. Never go away pain except for periods of time during a 24 hour period – while sleeping. Could hardly move my body, I mean my entire body could hardly move, the more late in the day/night it became.
I’m being paralyzed is all I thought. But by what? I’m still thinking, I’m being paralyzed. But by what?
I fall in bathroom when I get up to pee in the night, get a concussion, terrible fall, like nothing ever I experienced, can’t walk straight anymore, going off-balance all the time – dizzy, just like those ambassadors. I’m dying.
And nobody sees it. Nobody knows it. I can hardly hear anything. That’s what they wanted. All those pervert government people who like to destroy people because they were hired to do it. That’s my job they always say.
Blame it all on Cuba, when really it was the USA experimenting on their own. Making Cuba responsible, so the USA can extort them again – really? – again?
And if it was of course, as always, Russia’s fault, then it must be of course President Trump’s fault.
Does anybody even know that I am as much Russia as I am Lithuania? Just an aside here in a Scottish war: What, a Scot can’t be a Russian? Come on.
It wasn’t Cuba – unless Cuba is in my building using those same flawed, outdated devices – and if they are, then why?.
I’m thinking about a Russian down the hall. Maybe she really isn’t Russian. Who cares? I don’t.
No. It’s upstairs or downstairs – not sideways – not lateral; this is how these devices work – in past. Up or down.
Sonic devices. Sonic torture. Of course I’m all over it. Are you kidding me? You can’t fucking stop a hurricane?
I don’t know the device. I can’t see it. My brain knows it. My soul will find it and when that happens, then God damn those who tried to kill me by sound.
I know the torture. I am experiencing that torture now.
You’re killing me and you’re killing Lilly Belle Pi, the most beautiful dog on the planet.
I live at Kirby Manor, Cleveland, Ohio.
It historically was called Villa Saint Rose Of Lima.
Midnight Rose lived and died here.
Wherever Rose lived, and it was in many places, we always called where she lived Rose’s Castle. We always did that for her, because she demanded it by her presence.
Well, Rosie – Midnight Rose, our deceased dog daughter – is working tonight – is sending out an SOS to every animal on the planet – other than human.
Happy dreams and sweet dreams, Mama. This one is for you!
I am being paralyzed by sound.
We’ve got you covered Mama. Don’t worry. Sleep. Rest. Please Mama trust us.