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Maj Ed Dames (Dr. Doom) about Father Malachi -- on Art Bell's radio show, calling from LA, 4/6/01. " It's not his job to scare people, it's mine. Father Malachi is dead."
I dreamed 4/6/01 -- man hitting his head against the wall. The wall turns to glass bricks and I wonder if he can break it with his head. A Tarot hand. All I can remember is the Hermit, five of cups (disappointment but with something left) and seven of swords (treachery.) Maj Dames is working on the first show of a remake of Fox In Search Of. This means that he probably will not see the shows air this summer but the "lost tapes" might be shown some day. He is teaching remote viewing in China because that's where 25% of the children of the world live. Interesting coincidence - he was in the first graduating class ('57) of Santana High School in San Diego where the last school shooting occurred. I noticed that during my nervous breakdown and intense dreams following, that babies would scream in my presence. He viewed a slight difference in Mayan DNA such as that on Mars.
4/7/01 High shcool - Ru Paul is in my high school and is wearing the dress Jane Fonda gave me. He's tall,no make-up, short hair. He also has my short khaki jumper and my long khaki knit dress I don't even really own in front of his locker, and a denim dress I owned in 1978. I take them back. A girl has my new dress that is still folded up the way they fold them on the display table at Costco. I decide to start locking my locker. The number is my birthday. I have Carl Jung's book in my locker and my dream notebooks. The locker is a narrow cave in a rock cliff inside. [A ghost in a dress got between me and the door knob of a donut store once at dusk on the way home from work. There was a nail shop next door where someone was killed.]
My dreams have extraneous material, but it is equivalent to the analytical overlay of Remote Viewers and conclusions anyone comes to in interpreting any intuition. For instance, Sean David Morton's conclusion that Bill Clinton would take over as dictator because he didn't see any election in 2000. Another interpretation of the impression that there will be only thirteen colonies in the future could refer to the number of states that will ultimately be issued quarters. Gordon Michael Scallion, Edgar Cayce, and others predictions/maps of the West Coast located somewhere between Arizona and Nebraska could be because the western USA is ceded to Mexico by majority vote of its inhabitants (Los Angeles is 47% Latino as of the 2000 census.) Another interpretation of Maj Ed Dames's remote viewing group fourteen years ago that babies would be sick (after drinking cows' milk) could refer to mothers becoming alarmed that cows' milk makes their kids too fat. One thing I noticed browsing the block yard sales was that every housewife in Torrance owns a copy of the book "Should I Breast Feed My Baby?"
For the record. Dannion Brinkley also predicted widespread cannibalism. I saw the employees of McDonnell Douglas in Long Beach specifically eating human brains. TRW was a maze you couldn't escape from -- kept ending up back at the beginning and employees were being tortured on hooks in a room marked "W." 9/8/00 walking through Northrop, a lot of men outside in the alley between the two buildings on Aviation, which is a sandy beach. A man is introducing a new hire from Louisiana. In the plant, there is a sale of marked down expensive fabrics, people's boots. Man sweating like a shot glass. Supervisors drunk, say they can't take any more and are retiring. [Northrop has offered to sell B2's half price to the Dept of Defense.]
Art Bell on late night radio interview shows (www.artbell.com) is working on the problem of shadow people. Maj Ed Dames (www.remoteviewing.la) has volunteered to remote view encounters people have had, since shadow people is a made-up term and you can't remote view it by itself. I saw what I would describe as a "shadow person" since it was a completely unusual phenomena I'd never read about, heard about or seen before. It was right before Father's Day in 1978 when I was having my apparent nervous breakdown after losing a lot of weight. I started out dieting and since I have never been able to lose weight easily, I was eating just a bowl of fruit or a bowl of vegetables each day for about two months. Then when I was picked up by paramedics on the beach while meditating in March, I lost five pounds in the hospital and suddenly looked significantly thinner. Then I developed the idea that if I ate, I was eating the souls of other people, so I would not eat for up to three days at a time and lost a lot of weight. Then one morning I wanted to eat a piece of walnut pie and got the thought that if I did, the Pope would die, and when I took the bite anyway, the radio news reported that Pope John Paul had just died. I read the book about that later, and the author believed he was killed by vatican enemies with low blood pressure medicine in his orange juice. I also thought that if I fell asleep I was helping UFOs invade the earth and load up peoples' souls on their spaceships and surrender and lay down their arms. I finally went to stay with my mother for a couple of months in Iowa. There, I could hear the neighbors getting in their cars about a mile away, could hear a hum coming from the hill where the old coal mine was in the 1800's in Van Meter. I saw an old Indian axe head on the road among the gravel. The hum sounded like a farmer's tractor, working day and night, but I finally walked up the hill and there was no one up there.
In June 1978, my mother took me to her doctor, a chiropractor/holistic clinic in Des Moines, and while sitting waiting while they ate their dinners in the next office, of health food from a nearby health food restaurant, Mom and Sandy were reading magazines and I was just sitting there listening to the quiet and the talking next door -- carrot juice and muffins they were eating. Suddenly a shadow of a short man about five feet tall, wearing a man's hat with a brim, and a suit jacket moved across one wall to my right, turned the corner and went across the wall to my left and out through the closed door. When he first appeared on the first wall, over by Mom and Sandy, I exclaimed to them to look, but they didn't seem to hear me and kept reading. I turned around but there was no person throwing a shadow, just the shadow. It walked with normal movements - hands waving and legs walking. I mentioned it to the doctors when they finally came in to crack my back and asked if it was some trick that doctors use to see if the patient is hiding the fact that they see things or hear things or if they'll tell someone. The doctors - two chiropractors and foot reflexologist, listened to what I saw and seemed surprised and said to each other that it meant that the Feds were going to attack them. They still cracked my first vertebra, which I found out later on their chart of the body is for curing craziness. About a year later, Mom sent me clippings from the Des Moines Register (August 27&28, 1980) that two doctors from the Brockman Clinic (when I went to it was on 2600 Harding Road in DM) had been tried and convicted of second degree murder in the deaths of two patients in two days -- one woman had been advised to have her spleen removed for cancer and exploratory surgery six weeks before had died, then two 7-9 year old kids, one needed kidney dialysis and the other had cystic fibrosis and the parents had stopped the steam therapy and antibiotics (against advice per the defendents.)
Meantime, back in Los Angeles, I had called a phone number from the newspaper offering advice from "Rose." A man answered and we talked briefly and I mentioned the shadow man to him as an example of the puzzling things that I could not figure out by myself. I had lived an ordinary life up to that time and felt like a pragmatic German type. I am mostly German, having some Irish on Mom's side and a melting pot of other inputs - everyone has some Roman blood, Celtic, Mongol, wandering Jews, all the invading armies.
He seemed very upset by the shadow man and thought he was going to get into trouble also. I asked him if the advisors' phones were bugged, how would they know. I told him I was sorry to get him in trouble but he was the one that "wrote his wife's phone number on the phone booth wall," but he said that asking for help showed that I was getting better. I had to decide myself if suicide was necessary. He said that they would someday work where I did.
Maj Ed Dames is known right now as Doctor Doom. He has remote viewed Satan and was surprised that Satan acted like he could see him, unlike the usual remote viewed subject. He predicted fourteen years ago that there would be no milk to feed babies. He thought then that babies were going to die from something in the milk, but now thinks it is the Mad Cow disease, which may result in no meat for anyone also, that he was seeing. He has a list of countries that will be practicing cannibalism, such as Russia in the winter. I dreamed this afternoon before the show came on (runs from 10 PM to 3 AM) that I saw a list of countries. It shocked me awake and I could not remember much as soon as waking, but do remember seeing Ghana, Greece, also Wheat, which refers to the Son of Sam. The Satanist practitioners apparently are eating their human sacrifices - and we may see surprising people getting sick, including CEOs of aerospace companies among others. I have dreamed about Boeing, Hughes, Northrop and Aerospace companies. I thought it was an end of the world type catastrophe because the aerospace workers were eating human and other brains at picnic tables.
Maj Dames does not see any UFOs in his remote viewing, just (maladjusted) human geniuses. He says Satan is a crystaline beautiful soulless being. (Some of the associates of the Sean David Morton delphiassociates have stated in the March 2001 newsletter that all Earth beings are changing from carbon based to crystal based.)
I had been reading some Remote Viewer books, such as Morehouse, McMoneagle, a British guy that interviewed and wrote about the history of remoter viewing. Then Ed Dames started appearing on Art Bell's show and I dreamed shortly before his New Year's guest appearance the following --
11/21/00 A thousand years of experience in several years from computers. A hundred years each typed in. I'm following a Major down the road. I don't know who it is, but decide to follow him and see where he's going. We proceed down a road. He's at the side along a fence or barrior. He jogs, I jog. At the end of this road is an airport where a man arrives several times along an escalator. He has luggage with him. In one is rubber wet suits. This refers to UFOs. He also has green fish. The next time he arrives he has more fish, says, my predator has not arrived.
[When I was a kid on Mom's farm, there were some very heavy rains sometimes. After one particularly hard rain, the creek had washed out a deep pool in one spot. Some strange pastel lime green fish had washed down from somewhere and were stranded on the now shallow creek (which was normally about two inches deep and ran through some huge granite boulders and through old earthworks that looked like maybe they were ancient Indian fishponds.) My parents were going to catch the fish at first and eat them, but then realized that they did not look like any fish they had ever seen before. They had found the aluminum foil type stuff also, that looked like Christmas tree tinsel in the pasture, that Dad took to work at the National Guard armory and they said it was a weather balloon, and the Dept of Agriculture had warned the farmers to watch for crop circles.]
2/26/00 Aerospace Corp. on El Segundo Blvd. A wave is going to sweep over it. The supervisors there and at Space Division, Los Angeles Air Force Station are screwing in the fasteners of the boards over the windows. The man directing them tells them to bring all their nails, straight and bent. I go to a meeting at a round table and someone says that people aren't trying and that's why they aren't making any progress resolving their differences. It's a short meeting. Then I decide to walk home, not help anymore, I live nearby. There won't be any TV during the disaster and people will have to read. They also need warm blankets and clothes. I have a few red spots on my right upper chest and thigh where someone writes messages - skin turns white when you press on it. It says, vacate, locate. At the corner of Rosecrans and Hawthorne, at the horse racing place, there are drop boxes with Quality Assurance stamps kept there.
2/26/88 A man and woman handcuffed together -- "the two visitors." Something grabs the man and starts cutting around his chest or his back. Then cleaver down each side of the spine and all that is left is the head and a skeleton spine. Voice says, that takes care of the two visitors.
3/31/88 I dream several days that a woman is diagnosing my health, I'm skeptical. I'm walking through a strange town and have to run away from someone. Then I'm looking at a park and fog is coming in - about 4-5 feet above the ground. Looks like Jim Thorpe Park in Hawthorne/Lawndale on Prairie Ave. I don't want to get my hair wet in the fog. Then a short kidlike being appears who is scary. I run three different ways, but they are dead ends. Then a man says, climb up here, and we climb up into a small room. The kid appears up there also. It looks like a space ship in this small room. I look around desperately for a piece of metal to stab the kid, but I'm paralyzed and he comes over next to me really fast and sticks my finger in his mouth. His teeth are very even, but very sharp. Then he tells me what is wrong with my health while my finger is in his mouth. I am very alert. He says I need a hysterectomy. I think, "no" and he seems to read my thoughts and changes it to liver damage (which I was thinking about that day because Mr. Jaffre died of allergy medicine) and that I should eat less often. I think, "no" to this too because I am on a diet right now and don't eat much, but maybe later in my life. I drag my finger out and look at it to see if it is bitten off -- the teeth are incredibly sharp -- panic and want to run to an emergency room. I think I'm awake. Then the kid goes to the other side of the small capsule -- very black hair. It says, how old do you think I am. I say, eight or nine, to annoy it. It snaps, I'm 222 and you won't live that long. Then he says that he ate the pieces of metal that are missing from the wall. It looks like wallpaper now and he tried to chew that to prove it. On the way to the capsule, I pass through a big room that a voice says has been rented to a women's clinic. The carpet is gray like at work, but the furniture is gone like everyone moved out. The carpet appears to be soaked with a lot of blood, a slaughterhouse. A woman is defecating on the dirt in the tiled atrium where the plants grow in the lobby. [I developed gallbladder pain that requires me to eat low fat, not spicy foods - gallbladder is located in the liver. My mother had a hysterectomy in 1987. I told two co-workers this dream in 1989 and Denise transferred to Hughes where in 1994 a Hughes employee shot several coworkers when his disability was cut off when he reached retirement age.]
4/3/88 I go to spy on some factory workers. They are working in a corn field. It's dark. I go through a tunnel to the edge of the field. They might be ghosts and keep working because they don't know they are dead. It's very sad. They sense me and chase me. There's a big fire and their factory might burn down. I run away with them close behind. I slide back down the tunnel. Then I'm riding down the highway on a tricycle with me trying to pedal and a man on the back. I think maybe the workers were only doing the necessary work or "stamping out fires."
Dream theory, comparison of two dreams. Dream on Friday morning
6/15/01 (below), eight or nine year old black kid snuggled up to my right
side and startled me - it felt like someone really there and I didn't know
it was just a kid until I turned around. I was looking at Aisha on my left
side in the dream giving her a book to read while I read mine while we
waited for her mom to finish the job interview. Then the kid fitting that
description was hit by a car and killed in front of my apartment building
during the Laker game that night. There was another boy with the one
nestled into my side, but he just looked like a shadow. The empty room
might be a reference to a black retired employee at Hughes, up the street
from Northrop, that changed his oil and then went to work and killed several
people because they ended his disability when he reached retirement age --
around 1996. An ex-Northrop employee, white, computer programmer, also
killed several people at one Unemployment office and was killed driving to
another one -- his last job had been seven years before at Northrop and the
computer room was located where Northrop put the Government employees after
they moved their computer room -- around 1995.
Last night some time, a Hispanic man was shot on the 605 freeway
after driving in a triangular path around several freeways for five hours
until he ran out of gas. He was critically injured after being shot several
times by a Swat team, a little after midnight, but I don't know if he was
dead when I dreamed about him at 5 AM. He probably was not completely in
his body all the time even if he survived.
The question is, how did the 8 year old know where he was going to
die that afternoon, in the morning? I got up about Noon Friday and was
dizzy -- but an old neighbor who wanted us to come see their new house and I
had to jump out of bed at noon and then they were drinking beer and it might
have been a contact high and then I was still very dizzy in the car driving
and at Costco, then went home. I was so tired after that I went back to
sleep about 5:30 PM and was jerked out of a dead sleep by the noise of the
crash, sounded like two cars hitting, metal noise, then the squeal of the
brakes.
Also, dream fragment from 6/20/01 "Adriana confused." "A Child of
Eternity" by Adriana Rocha and Kristi Jorde (her mother, 1995. Page 153 --
reference to Soybeans as a cause for her autism.
In this part she's about 9 and is typing answers to her mother's
questions.
"Kristi: Adri, you said before you decided not to eat in utero and
that that affected your endocrine system. Now you're talking about a dream
you had as a baby when you learned I was educated. Is there a relationship
between education and the fact that you are autistic?
Adri: YES BECAUSE I DO NOTHING ABOUT SOYBEANS.
...where did the reference to soybeans come from? then I remembered
that when she was an infant, I switched her to soy formula because she
couldn't tolerate cow's milk. ...I tried unsuccessfully to get her to
clarify this for me." The daughter, Adriana, is at that point channeling
various spirits, reading SAT biology preparation level texts and complaining
that her level school work is too easy. She would be 19 now, maybe she/her
mother have a follow up on the internet.
I worked in daycare for 4 years and had several kids both in Iowa at
a coop daycare (the parents work to pay their bill or part of it) and a for
profit one in Lawndale, South Bay. One of the students we hired (University
paid 80% of their salary) was majoring in something like that I think
because one day she asked me "how did you get him to talk?" Robbie was four
and would talk in what sounded like sentences but some other language. So
I've been reading about autism -- three different types of books. Now I
find out that hand flapping is autism and possibly also seen in neglected or
sensory deprived kids (Mom said in my baby book that she kept me in a
refrigerator box on the floor when I was a baby -- winter in Iowa), which I
always do but try to break the habit, and I fidget, tap my feet, grind my
teeth, clench my muscles. I had no experience before that with kids that
don't talk. There were three at the daycare in Lawndale -- Devin (4) that
was jerky in his movements and tugged on his crotch when angry -- constantly
angry, Ray (5) that only talked about spider webs that had a three year old
sister, and Rudy (5) who made rolling motions with his hands like a street
sweeper and would write "R" with chalk on the wall to show me (I did naptime
in the 2-3 year old room and playground in the afternoon mostly).
"Autism" a behavior modification book (used in Los Angeles) with
techniques to eliminate the hand flapping, head banging, loud noise, etc.
"Philosopher Magazine" - Spring 2001 has an article on Spinoza and
another man as autistic. Autism was only defined in 1944, shortly before I
was born.
My parents had cows -- lived on a farm. Mom might remember if I had
soybean formula. Dad was a the first Union President at the Iowa National
Guard in Des Moines/maybe for the state of Iowa -- he traveled all over the
state doing audits of the armories -- so my example was to stand up to
injustice and get written up. Even before the union organizers approached
him though, he was always getting busted back from sergeant to private, and
master sergeant to sergeant -- mostly for swearing at officers, I think --
he speaks "Texas Crude" and Mom had to keep ripping off and sewing on the
stripes on all his uniforms. He'd come home from work and rant and rave
about god damned brown nosers. But he also told stories about co-workers
telling him, "Donny, you've got the farm and you're 40 acres more
independent than we are." The last time they were here in LA we went to The
Red Onion and when the waiter asked if he wanted anything to drink he said,
"shiit, yes, ... bring me a Pabst red, white and God-damned blue ribbon
All-American beer." My mother and aunt both deny that their mother was
borderline diabetic while I distinctly remember Grandpa yelling at her if
she ate the wrong foods such as jello, desserts "you heard what the doctor
said, do you want to be on insulin?" and calling her a "stupid old cow."
Mom is a "company woman" and still works in homecare at age 70. My step
mother was a colonel's secretary. She knew a lot of judges in Des Moines
because of her ex -- he was killed in prison after she finally couldn't get
him out of still another drunk driving arrest. He was a southern gentleman
-- they met when she was a WAC in WWII. She's six years older than Dad --
he was Korean era, but got out of it because Mom got pregnant with me.
I am thinking now that I am probably autistic -- unless Dad's
swearing is tourettes. Maybe tourette causes hand flap too. I didn't have
any friends in school but thought it was just because I was the smartest kid
in my small school. One day I heard the other kids talking about how Jarel
Merical's pencils were all so short -- Dillon and Grace, his parents, were
the town banker and superintendent's secretary (for 20 over years). My
sister still lives there, on Mom's farm, and she said that Dillon drives
around the area and if he sees a pile of dirt in anyone's yard, he tells the
county tax assessor's office so they come snooping around for building
permits.
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