The Way I C It
Not everything is a conspiracy theory.
John Cullen’s dream was so disturbing that while in
it, he swore to stop reading up on Illuminati so much once upon awakening. The
apparition which his mind made up after reading so much information on
Illuminati and conspiracy theory was a horrid was making him break into a sweat.
John had accompanied his daughter and was seated in the
waiting area during her second mammogram after she had prior been told of a dark
mass the first had indicated. Once
completed with her procedure, Justine told him that they had zapped the mass
and had been implanted with a small marker in her breast to indicate where the
mass which was destroyed had been at. Two
months later, her primary care physician gave Justine a referral to a
neurologist to check up on her memory loss and confusion. Justine thought the confession and memory
loss were probably due to the tegratol and lexapro her psychiatrist had put her
on in order to manage her bi-polar disease.
John had been, for a year now reading up on and researching about the
Illuminati, Mind Control, the soon to come SoulCatcher and the RFID chip. He was becoming quite concerned with the, all
of the sudden doctor’s appointment Justine had been scheduled for.
In his slumber, John, dreamt he saw his lovely daughter in a
brightly lit operating room, she was under some kind of anesthetic, for she was
responding to the staff’s commands but seemed to be doing so with a sort of
blank expression on her face and no exchange of conversation or questions amongst
them.
John was apparently invisible in his dream because
though he could see what was occurring, he could not see himself in the
scene. Later, he saw 2 of the attendants
sit Justine’s hospital bed upright and noticed that her hands were strapped to
the side by hospital white sheet-like ties wrapped around her wrist several
times and knotted to the hand rails. He also
noticed that Justine had a band aid on the back of her right wrist. John tried to speak out to question why this
was necessary but as dreams go, his voice was muffled and he could not wake himself
up from this illusion in his mind; sort of like Neo's glued mouth in the Matric movie when he attempted to speak.
He saw a large boned fair skinned woman dressed in a white lab coat
approach Justine from behind and begin to scrub her hair, then place a thick white
hair net over her head after attaching what seemed like 30 round metal disks
with long green, red, orange and blue plastic tubing which looked like tails to her head. They were connected to a machine which was
then connected to a computer and a monitor.
John still could not speak as he helplessly watched his beautiful young daughter
in a zombie like state be subjected to this.
He continued to struggle out of his dream; perhaps if he yelled out, he
would awaken to find his beautiful Justine in slumber beside him in the car.
John felt as though he had been punched in the stomach
when he saw a large man, lab coat on, enter the room and after an exchange of whispers
with the large woman attending Justine, he turned and walked to the corner of
the operating room and said, “Well my friend, you are next and like your wife
you will feel like a new person with no worries or cares because now, your
government will have absolute control of your life and finances.”
This was actually happening! Had I been more proactive after reading so
much on the Illuminati, none of this would have happened. I should have figured it out when Justine
came home with a bag full of medication for what I believe was for no
reason. My lovely Justine was not bipolar;
she was simply emotional and sensitive. I should have shared all the
information I had been so interested in with her. I should have…the man in the
white lab coat grabbed my arm which already had a port embedded and I felt the
coldness of the liquid which ran through my veins. I felt him then remove what
may have been duck tape from over my mouth.
