MR. CULLEN'S DAUGHTER BEING IMPLANTED DURING EEG

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.

PRETEND ILLEGAL DRUG SELLING IN SECOND LIFE

I love being a Second Life citizen and find it to be an enjoyable manner to express creativitey, to earn extra income, to showcase and sell your art, photographs, scultures and paintings.  It is alsoa great manner to be able to communicate and make friends with people from around the world but one thing which disturbs me at the moment is that I found more than 5 location (sims) in the grid which are promoting illegal drugs.  Yes, it is pretend and the owners are not actually sending the citizens real drugs to mail out but still, it is very distressing to me to have found more than a few places like these which are being created; worse than that, being allowed.

If citizens have never used or sold drugs in real life, Second Life gives them the opportunity to make believe doing so.
As I mentioned above, I have discovered more than 5 sims where Second Life citizens can purchase pretend cannabis, heroin, cocaine, Xtasy and even hookah.
There is also a link they can click on to become vendors and make a profit by selling the owner/creators drug products.

I did not include the slurl locations to them for obvious reasons.

I have included some photos below. You be the judge. Should this be allwed or am I just a prude?

The Way I See It, A Drug Pusher is a Drug Pusher and should always be stopped. One of these sims, actually allows for avatars to try it for free, just like a real life pusher.

You know that you can click on each photo to see it larger. Right?

ME? AN ADDICT? NEVER!

NEVER SAY NEVER

Growing up in the South Bronx, I saw many things that most people only see while watching a movie or television.

There is the sweet memory of an organ grinder who stood below our window squeezing out his tunes, later sending his little green monkey dressed in a bell hop uniform with shiny round brass buttons to climb up our fire escape in order to collect the change my parents would toss into his little red cap.
The day came when I never saw the organ grinder or his monkey again.
They had been replaced by young teen-agers breathing into paper bags which covered their nose and mouths. This was a sign of the changes in time.
My parents did not allow me to go out and play anymore unless they were standing outside chatting with neighbors, reading the paper or flipping through a magazine.

I recall when the nice neighborhood community where I grew up in changed.
The police officers who wore white gloves and served as crossing guards for the children to get to school safely were replaced by the white powder named, heroin who stole our safety away and threatened us with death.

When the 60's rolled out and the 70's came in. I was now a teen-ager and saw many of my friends drop out of high school to later learn that they had died of a drug overdose and it frightened me. I would never use drugs.
I would never try something that while standing upright, would make my eyes close, my mouth hang, my voice slur and cause my knees to bend, suctioning in my torso lower and lower towards the ground into a squatting position and yet never falling to the ground.
I felt bad for the parents of those friends who had died of a drug related cause. Back then, it stigmatized and disgraced the remaining family members.
To think of it now, one would believe they had a Scarlett Letter sewn onto their clothing while in public.
I would never become an addict and be spoken of in the past tense, referred to as the one who died of a drug overdose. How humiliating!

Smoking was cool back then. Almost all the grown-ups smoked. Why, even Father Connolly and Father McDonald smoked!

One of TVs favorite dad's could be seen occasionally puffing away on The Andy Griffith Show (1960-1968). Both Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore smoked Kent Cigarettes in commercials on The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961-1966). And unbelievable but true is the fact that The Flintstones (1960-1966) had a tobacco brand as a key sponsor for a time. There were even commercials which showed the animated characters smoking Winston cigarettes.

Remember, Joe Camel, also known as Joe Suave and Joe Cool? Yeas, the ugly camel cartoon promoting Camel cigarettes which teenagers dubbed as, chest breakers; and who can forget the slogans made popular by television, radio and print publications?

"You've Come a Long Way, Baby" (Virginia Slims), "Come to where the flavor is" (Marlboro), "Blow some my way" (Chesterfield), "I'd rather fight than switch" (Tarreyton), Winston tastes good like a cigarette should" (Winston) and dozens of other snazzy catch phrases bombarded millions for years; even though one was more ridiculous than the last, the most laughable had to be L & M's claim that it was "Just what the doctor ordered."

Guess grown-ups were never educated enough to experiment on products that were to be ingested before releasing them to the public back then.
Never, did I think that cigarettes were also a cunning deceitful drug camouflaged by clever marketing to lure, capture and kill as heroin did!
Never imagined that while watching all the ugly as I smoked, that I too was becoming an addict, something I vowed never to become.

Nicotine is a drug and cigarette smoking is an addiction which I have had for 30 years and am still battling to end. Never say never.

Lesson learned:

Never say never.

That's the way I C it

Click On Lips And You Get A Kiss

A Letter To The One I thought My Friend

FRIENDS TILL THE END

MY LONG TERM FRIEND

WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME.

WE ARE APPROACHING OUR RUBY RED ANNIVERSARY,

SYMBOLIC OF 40 YEARS TOGETHER.

OUR BOND IS NOT AS STRONG AS IT WAS;

TIME SOMETIMES DOES THAT.

YOU HAVE CELEBRATED WITH ME WHEN I WAS ELATED

AND COMFORTED ME WHEN MISERABLE.

WHEN OTHERS TOLD ME YOU WERE NO GOOD,

I DEFENDED YOU ADAMANTLY;

THOUGH KNOWING THEY WERE RIGHT.

I JUST COULD NOT MANAGE WITHOUT YOU

AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO KEEP YOU WITH ME.

AT TIMES, I SILENTLY WONDERED IF

YOU WERE TOXIC TO ME  BUT 

HERE YOU ARE, STILL BY MY SIDE, STILL WITHIN ME AND

I, STILL CRAVING YOU.

 I DO NOT LOVE YOU BUT I NEED YOU.

MY SUSPICIONS WERE CONFIRMED WHEN

OTHERS EXPRESSED THEIR BELIEF THAT MY DEMISE

WILL BE CAUSED BY YOU.

 IF SO,

WILL IT BE BECAUSE I USED YOU

OR BECAUSE YOU

USED ME?

ALL DEPENDS ON THE INDIVIDUAL PERSPECTIVE.

YOU HAVE BEEN THE ONLY ONE

TO PENETRATE ME DEEPER THAN ANY OTHER.

 

WHEN I DO APPROACH MY DEATH

I KNOW I YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED

TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR ME.

YOU WILL HAVE NO OTHER RECOURSE

BUT TO STAY AWAY AND I

WILL BE TOO WEAKENED TO EVEN HAVE A SAY.

I WILL LEAVE YOU WITH THIS.....

IF MY DEMISE IS IN FACT YOUR DOING,

I WANT ALL TO KNOW THAT

IT WAS MY OWN DECISION TO CONTINUE WITH YOU;

WELL AWARE OF THE POSSIBLE OUTCOME.

I TAKE TOTAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY LACK OF STRENGTH

AND FOR ALL THE TIMES I FAILED AT LETTING YOU GO. 

YOUR GRIP ON ME WAS VERY STRONG GROWING STRONGER

WITH EACH YEAR.

I WOULD NEVER RECOMMEND YOU,

MY FRIEND TILL THE END,

TO ANOTHER LIVING BEING.

IN SPITE OF YOUR,

 LOYAL COMPANIONSHIP,

I WANT ALL TO KNOW THAT YOU AND ALL OTHERS LIKE YOU,

PERSEVERE IN A POWER STRUGGLE IN ORDER

TO PREVAIL AND PRESERVE YOUR OWN EXISTENCE BY

SLOWLY EATING US AWAY FROM INSIDE OUT.

YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY DESERVE,

CAPITOL PUNISHMENT

WHICH I KNOW WILL SOMEDAY HAPPEN.

Well, that's the way I C it.

By the way, The Marlboro Man Died of Lung Cancer

The snippet below was taken from Wikipedia

Three men who appeared in Marlboro advertisements - Wayne McLaren, David McLean and Dick Hammer - died of lung cancer, thus earning Marlboro cigarettes, specifically Marlboro Reds, the nickname "Cowboy killers".^[11] McLaren testified in favor of anti-smoking legislation at the age of 51. During the time of McLaren's anti-smoking activism, Philip Morris denied that McLaren ever appeared in a Marlboro ad, a position it later amended to maintaining that while he did appear in ads, he was not the Marlboro Man, considering Winfield as the holder of that title. McLaren died before his 52nd birthday in 1992.^[12][13]

OXYCONTIN ADDICTION

Addicted Avatars

ADDICTION DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE

A person of any age, race, color, financial and social status will fall victim to addiction if not careful. It will take your reasoning away. Nothing matters to the addict anymore but their next fix. It will take your life away. Loving, tender individuals who had great and promising futures have died due to drug abuse, drug dependancy and drug addiction. friends. Families go through emotional roller coasters, financial hardship and even illness due to drug use of their loved ones and old friendships become strained until they must all retreat from the addict in order to heal themselves. It will ostresize the addict in their community. Neighbors begin to keep a watchful untrusting eye on the addict in their community for fear that their homes will be broken into.

How to know if you are addicted to Oxycontin

OxyContin addiction is often (but not always) accompanied by physical dependence, withdrawal syndrome, and tolerance. Physical dependence is defined as a physiologic state of adaptation to a substance. The absence of this substance produces symptoms and signs of severe withdrawal, including insomnia, anxiety, and diarrhea, muscle pain/bone pain, restlessness, involuntary leg movement, cold flashes with goose bumps, vomiting, nausea and severe stomach cramps. Large doses can cause severe, potentially fatal, respiratory depression.

More people now die of oxy abuse than of heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine abuse combined. There were some 11,000 oxy-related overdose deaths in 2007 (the latest national figure available), a tripling since 2000, according to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, in Atlanta.

"The number today is much worse," says spokesman Humphreys. Emergency-room visits stemming from prescription-drug overdoses doubled from 2004 to 2009, when they topped 1.2 million, report federal health officials. This year, hospitals in the United States are reporting a surge in withdrawal symptoms in newborns.

Real Life People Whose Lives Were Claimed By Oxycontin

In April, oxy abuse claimed the life of "New York Rangers enforcer", Derek Boogard, who was enrolled in the National hockey League's drug treatment program.

"Batman" actor, Heath Ledger died in 2008 of a drug overdose that included painkillers; oxycontin being 1 of them.


If you are here reading this blog then, it may save your life or the life of someone you care for.  Please do a search on addiction and find my other blogs, then utilize what you have been informed of and begin your fight for life.  This message is meant for you.
Then again, that's just the way I C it.