I just wrote a post that has taken me almost 6 hours to write to just have it all disappear in a blink of an eye. Argggg!
Brook is now free. The first time in thousands of years. What more could you ask for? It is a great relief for me. It has taken a lot of work along with sacrifices. Her cycle is almost complete.
When Brook was 8, she had a dream. In that dream, she saw a man get killed in a car accident. Little did she know back then that dream would turn out to be a future event. An event that she would be part of. On the way back from some gathering, they were struck in a head-on collision by a drunk driver. John Sr. was instantly killed. John Jr. was in the back seat and Brook was in the front passenger seat.
From that time forward Brook had placed a bubble around her. Her pain was so deep. She raised John Jr. as a single mom, had a few relationships that failed along with a couple of bad marriages. Ending up giving birth to 3 sons, all with different fathers. All three sons were exactly 9 years apart. She made sure that they didn't have a want in the world. She went to work and sacrificed to make that happen.
Fast forward to March 2009. My brother Bob and I had shut down our fiberglass repair business because of the 2008 bubble crash. During that time I had a very close friend who was battling cancer. She died on April 13, 2009. Her name was Judy. Her husband was Steve. We were very close and in the following months, I supported Steve with his loss. In early September he calls me up one evening and says he needs my help for a trip to Yellowstone Wyoming. Apparently, they had always wanted to go there but never got the chance. He wanted to spread some of her ashes there. After the call, I went into my levels and found things very unsettling. I then went o my Brother Bob and told him that there was something significant about the date of September 8. I then circled that date on his calendar on the pantry door. Keep in mind that I ended up at Bob's house because we shut our business down and I had lost everything and was flat broke. Bob took me in and gave me a place to stay.
Steve and I departed for Wyoming on September 8. Just one day into this journey, I realized I made a huge mistake. Steve was not Steve. But I hung in there and by the time we got to Yellowstone, we weren't on good speaking terms. By the time we left Yellowstone and were approaching Cheyanne, Wyoming, I told him that I had enough of his crap and to drop me off. Come to find out he had been popping pills and booze because of his pain and was lashing out at me the whole trip and just became a massive control freak. Upon departing, he wouldn't even let me take all of my stuff. Keep in mind he is packing. On my last step out of the trailer, I looked into his eyes and found they had turned black. It was then I realized he had become possessed. I quickly scurried off and when he pulled away from the drop off point, I found a place to hide for a while, thinking he would come back and try to blow my head off. When some time had passed, I made my way to I-80 and started heading West to Salt Lake City.
Hitchhiking for 600 miles is a real bitch and by the time I got there, my legs were swollen from all the walking in those several of days. I found my daughter on a very late Friday afternoon. She didn't believe my story. On Sunday morning I was put on a bus headed back to Florida. The last thing I said to her was that I just wanted to make sure you were happy and that this would be the last time you will ever see me. We haven't spoken since. The trip going back was also a nightmare as some of these bus drivers really showed how powerful they were as to having the authority to kick you off the bus and have you arrested if you said anything as in a complaint. Never go Greyhound!
Once home, it took me a couple of weeks just to get back to normal. Did I mention all the Reptilian frequencies that I was picking up in the desert?
Anyways, it was right after that I had signed on to the PA1 forum. I met Brook after my Namaste' posting. In the next few months, things started picking up. My little computer space at Bob's house became like a 24/7 doctor's office as folks were seeking healings with their spiritual issues. This was also done in secret or at least I thought I was doing it in secret. Let me tell you that there are no secrets on these forum boards! We are all being monitored.
It was in November I think, that John Sr. came to me in spirit and asked me to assist Brook. Apparently, Brook had put up a huge bubble after John Sr. was killed. John had tried to get through to her spiritually that he was alright and was trying to help Brook come to some peace as to his passing. He had tried for over 30 years to accomplish this but Brook's bubble prevented that. I agreed to help.
To complicate what was happening, a dark force was at work. This dark force had penetrated my computer. Normally I would use the term hacked. But hacking is usually done by humans in the flesh. This was like an AI sort of thing as there was no trace whatsoever as to being hacked. Whatever it was, it got to the Hal identity in my computer. That's where I found it as to have been there. I had a couple of private convos with Anchor about it and Anchor as gifted as he was with computers, came up with zilch. What I know now that I didn't know then! OXY might remember the post about how your monitor screen is actually used as a portal to watch you.
There was also an agenda as to preventing Brook and I getting together. The PTB did not want us together. But this agenda is much worse than that. It has to do with everyone. What was happening was that these forum boards were being used to collect data. That collection of data was targeted to find out who was working on their own potential and becoming that potential. I know this because the folks I was assisting at that time were being attacked. Some of those attacks had lethal intentions. Ask Beren. Maybe some of you are now connecting those dots now. Remember when Brook posted about "Slaying the Red Dot?" It was also an encrypted message to all of you. Is this making sense now? Do you think the forum divorce that Bill and Kerry went through was just about the splitting of the ways? The major reason for this divorce was because the forum was about to graduate to a higher level in frequency because folks were working on their potential and making it happen. TPTB couldn't have that happen as that would have defeated their agenda of control. Are you paying attention now? I didn't know this back then. But right at the point of where the parties involved were opening up new forums, I was attacked.
That attack happened on March 7. 2010. I think it was March 10th that Bill opened up his new and present forum. They know when to attack to achieve maximum effect. March 7th was a nice day and I went to the RV I had in storage to acquire some pics for Brook. I remember being in a good mood as to the mission at hand. As I approached the rear door, I could feel some sort of compression like feeling and as I got closer to the door, it got stronger. Then I felt something shoot through my right knee, through my leg into the inside of my left ankle, and the next thing I knew I was collapsing to the ground. I could also feel an energy that was back feeding from the ground up my legs. My heart was beating for its life and my breathing went bonkers. I didn't panic though and quickly went into level to try and figure out what the hell just happened. My heart was fine but was reacting to whatever hit me and my lungs were trying to provide the oxygen required for the heart. In other words it wasn't me that was in default. I laid there for an hour as I hadn't the strength to get up. I finally mustered the strength and made my way inside the RV and got to the bed, where I laid there for about 4 hours. I finally got home, weak as can be, but I had the pics in hand. It took a rough 3 weeks to come back to normal as my lungs had taken a good beating.
I will also admit that I was very pissed! Others became aware of what had happened and I was visited by several beings who were very much concerned. This isn't over!
On April 13, 2010, Brook had arrived from California, mid-morning. She pulled up to the front entrance of the hotel in a brand new black Camero. A rental. St. Augustine. She went in and went up to her reserved room. I went to the front desk and the ladies there knew who I was and handed me a card. In the card was a card key. I went up to the room and knocked on the door. "Come in." She said. The first five minutes, was a little unnerving for me as I was a little shidish. She was too. But after that, we spent three days in the room and had a very blissful time.
She flew home 3 days later and drove back to Bob's house with the Expedition a couple of weeks later. From that point at Bob's house, we left there and came here to North Carolina, in search of a place. We had a wonderful time, camping and searching for a home for 3 weeks. Call it our honeymoon. Once we found a place to meet our requirements, she flew back to California and rented a big truck and then drove all the way to here. T-Bird in tow. She had never driven such a journey driving that huge truck. It was a new thing for her. But she was determined. The rest is history.
Take note of the dates I have mentioned. What I have concluded was that everything in my life had to be sacrificed, including my daughter, my business, and my life as I knew it just so that a space could be created for Brook and me.
Now that I am free, I am going to settle this unfinished business that some of you have hinted at. What I could not help but notice are the attacks of some really gifted folks at a certain forum. The same kind of attacks that occurred at PA1. The patterns are so obvious and the same. And don't kid yourself when I say you could be next. These forums are also embedded with Reptilian agents. I know first hand as I have had words with them. Some were mods! Talk about having authority issues, Sanicle. I know exactly what you mean!
Okay, I have been typing for 8 hours just to get this out. I'm tired and I hope you all gain some wisdom from this posting.
Namaste'
Forgot to mention that Brook's Birthday is September 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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All debts have been paid. 
I am not going to promise you anything. I won't have to and you don't have to worry. How's that? 
