Friday, October 25, 2024

11:24

I'm at the main branch of the library. Nobody has made direct contact. My appearance, including size and shape, is changed, against my will, digital, constant. I'm still wearing a white, long-sleeved, T-shirt and a red, fleece, vest. I don't have a coat.

The attacks, by terrorists and military Robotics transporting onto our body, nuclear weapons targeted on us or our brain, and dirty, foreign, digital, nuclear, systems has, again, escalated. The U.S. military, in the area, seemed to have been making good progress. Yesterday, the U.S. Air Force ran a line-system check over an on-going operation to shut down a major weapon, again, as a repeat from the dirty, gambling ring, computer system for their points game. The network of transporters being used illegally un-leashed. We hear them yelling like jihadists that they are doing the right thing to transport the terrorists onto persons in order to kill the terrorists.

I've been having difficulty breathing. Last night, my bags were stolen. I had a re-usable grocery bag of clean clothes and a fancy, canvas, tote-bag, from Powell's Books, of snacks, a Bible, a library book, plastic spoons, an empty plastic jar for pigeon food, extra paper sacks, and another re-usable grocery bag. The drug cartels, with ties to Pratt & Whitney, had targeted a light green, UV resistant, jacket, made from recycled plastic and a re-usable travel mug, in their gambling ring points game, when I'd bought them, in 2022, separately. Both were in the bags that were stolen. U.S. military caught the theft on camera. The bags were taken to an apartment/condo. We reported the theft to the Portland Police Bureau, on the web.

I'm carrying my lavender, corduroy, handbag and blankets.

Yesterday, illegal computers, used for bank fraud, overode my DEBIT card for my checking account held by U.S. Bank. Last night and this morning, I've begged for help. Nobody will help me. One person gave me a few dollars.

For decades, the Union Gospel Mission-Portland has been refusing their mission charter. We, passionately, want to restore it. Their services are needed, here. They only serve to-go food bags. On Saturdays, they serve only one meal. On Sunday, they're closed. They only serve a beverage with the 2:00 P.M. meal. They don't offer drinking water, nor restrooms. Last Wednesday, we were there in time for Chapel service. The A.W.O.L. military ran a playscript for sex-comm's and rape that repeats. The terrorists, en cloak, were there, waiting to attack us. We didn't go in.

We are really suffering. We had wanted to take photos of Sam Hithye and I, together, him not visible to me, at the elephant statue on the north park blocks. Maybe, today, we can. The weather has been biting. I had wanted to catch some afternoon sunshine. This is our life, together. We're both happier together than we were separate. I really hope to see him, soon.

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