Wednesday, September 18, 2024

08:30

By relay, Im told that 4 cash deposits were made, to my account held by U.S. Bank, yesterday. None of them have posted, to my account! Today, Sam Hithye sent another wire transfer, to that account. It's guaranteed by 5:00 P.M., tomorrow.

Last night, I slept about 6 hours.

This morning, I had a day-old, poppy seed, bagel, toasted, with cream cheese. It was delicious! I put nutmeg and cinnamon, in my coffee.

I need a mail box and to forward my mail, urgent. The post office is about $38, for 3-months, but only if I sign up on the web, with auto-bill. In person, I'd have to pay for 6- or 12-months. The UPS Store is about $238/year. I don't if they have the smallest size available, at this location.

When I log-on to the post office's web site, it shows a red error message that my password is invalid. When I tried to get a box, last year, their web site denied my application, because they couldn't verify my identity.

Last night, the terrorists that make us hallucinate, and, go unconscious transported onto my body, again. I didn't walk over to the house. I don't know whether or not anyone brought the empty cans in, from the curb. The refuse can needs to be rinsed out. Last night, we talked about it and terrorists that are in the house, visible, re-iturated that I was moving-in on their plan, again, by bringing the trash cans in. "You moved-in on our plan, so move-in on you." They have a plan to bring the cans in, one at time, then steal my food that's in the house, then steal my clothes and personal property, then use my clothes in a Satanic ritual, then to murder me. They seem to be neurotoxic, and, psychotic. They won't back down. These dirty "plans" seem to connect them to their meth supply. By relay, I heard that someone had brought only the blue, recycling, can up to the house. The other two cans were still at the curb.

I'm happier, with Sam Hithye with me. He's very sweet, to me. Maybe, someday, we'll be together, eye-to-eye, as husband and wife.

Her's a sweet, little, love, song, for y'all to enjoy:

I'm Gonna Be, by The Proclaimers

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you

When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you

And if I haver, yeah, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's haverin' to you

[Chorus]

But I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand

Miles to fall down at your door

[Verse 2]

When I'm workin', yes, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's workin' hard for you

And when the money comes in for the work I do

I'll pass almost every penny on to you

When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you

And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's growin' old with you

[Chorus]

But I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand

Miles to fall down at your door

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

[Verse 3]

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you

And when I'm dreamin', well, I know I'm gonna dream

I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you

When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you

I'm gonna be the man who's comin' home with you

[Chorus]

But I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand

Miles to fall down at your door

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da da da (Da-da da da)

Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da

[Chorus]

And I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand

Miles to fall down at your door

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10:56

I've sent a brief update, on my circumstances, to a few elected members of government and the Pentagon.

My name is Jenny Miller. I’m a Political Prisoner of the United States of America. I’m a born U.S. citizen. I’m a kidnapped, missing person, first reported in 1984, denied by law enforcement, when I ask for aid. I haven’t been reunited. I’m without direct contact.

Currently, I reside on Army level B in Portland, Oregon. I’m held, against my will, on sub-level 3.9+. My personal property is in the room that I’ve rented, since last April. I’m unable to enter the house, north of, sub-level 3.8. I’ve been displaced and am homeless, again.

I have enough military support, assigned, and, in support. My body isn’t a battlefield. The U.S. military is fighting to stop the attacks on me, personal, at the source.

Current, I don’t have a working phone. E-mail messages don’t reach my Inbox. My communication methods are controlled by threats.

By relay, I was asked to write-in, with an update, and, to confirm that I’m residing in SE Portland. My U.S. Army assigned Sam Hithye, retired, is with me, en cloak. Nobody has made direct contact. We have tried.

You may reach me, in person.

Please contact me with any questions.

Please share updates, freely. For example, my bank accounts, DEBIT cards, food stamps, online purchases, gifts shipped to the UPS Store, hotels, detailed threat advisements, etc.

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11:56

Today, at about 4:10 A.M., I woke up and looked down. Blood was dripping all over my handbag. I got a tissue, out of my handbag. It was from my nostrils. It wasn't clotting. It looked thick and gelatinous. I thought that it wasn't mine. It must be radioactive discharge, from a Robotic-thing that's overlapping my mucus membranes. It bled, for a while. A photo of the dried blood, on my lavender, corduroy, handbag, shown below.

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13:55

By relay, I'm told that one of the friends who deposited cash, into my account held by U.S. Bank, yesterday, went to the bank, today. The bank teller confirmed that the deposit that was made yesterday did not post to my account. The teller said that they would call it in. She made another cash deposit to my account, today. The teller confirmed that it didn't post to my account. The teller agreed to call it in.

I don't have enough money to eat. I'm gonna try to get some food, later.

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20:53

I'm under attack. They've been transporting, onto my body, constant. The terrorists are breaking the chains. I didn't walk around much, today.

I took the bus, to the pizza place, for dinner. It was delicious!

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