Saturday, October 25, 2014
The white van Wednesday, January 1, 2014 – Final Destination 3 I think – I have already read out 1-4…
This is similar to the Chevy van we had for delivering flowers while acting out that Mother Juggs and Speed film we didn’t recognize…updated
…the van was blue and had a window on each side where the side door is located. There wasn’t a step rail either. I think this one is a bit older than the one we had.
Naked City – have never seen
Kay's History Personality: More Naked City I recognize…
The Other Face of Goodness ~ Coat Hanger Killer
Kay's History Personality: More Naked City I recognize…
Friday, October 24, 2014
Entanglements and projections, what they do to us, all except to of these images of of Kay F. Gibbs…
…if we keep crapping up we will have to have more crap to keep it cleaned up…
After learning about Dunne’s book and then reading Entangled Minds by Dean Radin, I was developing awareness that I had been getting mixed up with drivers who were at the intersection where I cross the street to get to the bus or mall and on the bus itself with riders. I drew the image below to depict what it was like. When I could focus, I could see exactly what the drivers were seeing when I passed in front of them. This was a complete shock to me, although I had had an experience with a therapist some years prior to this but had not associated it with being in public. I also concluded that I could prevent the illusion of aging (or rather I realized aging was more an illusion) by getting myself back to “square one”, that is, disconnecting myself from these entanglements. I also surmised that this is what Moses really meant in the 10 Commandments, thou shalt not steal. His supposed action toward the Egyptian soldier was because he bore the soul of one himself which took possession of him in the course of his rearing in Egypt. It explained to me why I looked like so many different people in many of my photographs, something no one had ever mentioned to me or I even talked about among my peers.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
What I mean…
I thought this entanglement was a projection but I have never been in the presences of this person at all. Gloria Steinem connection.
…my sister Mary Ann’s connections, she was getting her hair frosted…
Kay’s broken nose -----------------------------Kay’s father---------------------------Gloria’s mother and Karen Meekins
MT entanglement… ------------------------Gibbs – Tedesco’s father…
This is how I discovered Michael Tedesco had read Franz Mesmer’s book Unfair Secrets of Hypnotic Selling with NLP…
Gibbs Obrien entanglement. Katherine Gibbs aka Kay Francis may have been entangled with Pat Obrien from Hollywood…
That isn’t Sam Wood it is a Gibbs and I think he is my father’s little one…
Headshot of Sam Wood | Jonathan Bowcott
…Mr. Wood was helping my mother and father after they got crapped up with the TV…
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Inner Sanctum, someone was listening on a Phillips Radio…updating
…someone was in their workshop or barn listening to Inner Sanctum on the radio…could be the trailer in Pennsylvania…
I own this radio…
Chuck
colors. In the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Boston, Cardinal Bernard Law’s long-term
Lipman-Blumen, Jean. The Allure of Toxic Leaders: Why We Follow Destructive Bosses and Corrupt Politicians--and How We Can Survive Them (p. 12). Oxford University Press. Kindle Edition.
Agnes of God?
The first Portuguese Catholic community in all of North America was founded in 1872 in the whaling city of New Bedford, Massachusetts. Shortly after, priests from Saint John the Baptist Parish would pack their bags and travel
Father Manuel C. Terra,
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Incoming…
“Miss Kay repeat your personal programming.”
I blogged my programming that concerns the public and they can read it off.
My personal mental programming I listen to with my ear buds is my business and no one else’s.
Kay simply exhausted Ms. Mirren, WRONG…
NO KAY GIBBS DID NOT EXHAUST MIRREN, OUR INDUSTRIES ND THE WAY WE DO THINGS TO THE PUBLIC EXHAUSTED BOTH MIRREN AND MS. GIBBS. OUR MEME AND VERBAL BEHAVIOR ARE THE PROBLEM BUT THE MUSIC HAS AIDED IN THE PREVENTION OF AN EARLY DEATH EBCAUSE OF THE NOISE FROM OUR FISHING COMMINITY AND FARMING COMMUNITY. WE DID TELL THEM NO FREE LUNCHES IF I AM CORRENT”. WE HURT OUR SELVES AS WELL AS THESE PEOPLE. THEY DIDN’T INVENT THE RESONATOR OR MUSIC.
NOT ONLY DID THE COMMUNITY IN WHIHC MS GIBBS RESIDED CONTRIBUTE TO THE PROBLEM BUT ALL OF THESE NOISY YACHTS AND SHIPS AND PLANE FLIGHTS CONTRBUTED TO THE NOISE HER BOTH THEIR HEADS, IN KAY’S MOTHER’S HEAD AND IN THOSE OF THE MANY WHO FLY DAILY TO WHOM SHE MAY HAVE A CONNECTION.
OPEN MOUTH INSERT FOOT.
Incoming…
“I want you to watch that sleeper eye there” MT “Move back from the others, go to sleep, he is leaning over the body that houses the soul to which he is talking”…
Re: Eggs in the pan – I was immediately reminded of the film Orca I had seen 20 years ago…updated
…in one scene when Harris’s character harpoons the female whale, he wenches it onboard his boat, her baby falls out of her and lands on the deck of the boat. Frightened by the consequences his pushes the fetus overboard. The mate tries to pull her from the wench, nearly toppling the boat. He releases the whale. Her mate pushes her dead body onto the shore where he can see it and then sets out to take revenge on him and his deed.
I walked into the kitchen after discovering the pot was boiling up (there was a lot of noise going on outside from a tree chipper) and moved it from the heat. I placed the pan under some cold water and noticed the yolk was in a round ball in the pot. This had never happened before. I placed the pot back on the stove, picked up the yolk, then threw it back into the pan of water with the eggs and went to get my camera. When I returned with the camera and started taking pictures I was amazed to discover how the egg white streaming from the one egg had drifted toward the yolk. This to me demonstrates the power of the human mind. I have purchased melon that have shriveled up likely from older brains or from looking at prunes or something that is shriveled.
