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stone-man-warrior · 3 years

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December 8, 2020: 4:10 pm:

I survived the COVID Testing Center, the trip to the COVID Testing terror take-out, the stop at the Dairy Queen, and the ride home, but not without being shot at, at least once to my knowledge.

There was a lot to observe, and a much can be said, so, some highlights is what I have for now.

First thing is that email from Hollywood Vatican Choir HQ, Denmark Chapter.

https://www.carlmartin.com

The way the knobs are set on that PlexiRanger, is part of the Sturgeon hit orders from the Bergoglio Pope Francis.

The two on the top, are at 10 and 2. That’s me driving down the road.

The two oposing knobs on the bottom are Sandy Monroe, and a bearded assistant that was with her as I left. The knobs are minutes apart, not much time for them to do what they were supposed to do as I was leaving, and that is to make a phone call. Sandy got on a phone call as I was leaving, I could see her as I left in my car. She almost never is seen talking on a phone, so I could see that the inclusion of the bearded assistant and the phone call was some kind of bullshit I needed to know about.

The two center knobs on the Carl Martin Plexi Ranger from Denmark are associated to the phone call, to Rogue Regional Transport. You could say that the two center knobs are in disagreement, and are in a head-on, conflicting physical arrangement, one that included there are two sets of Flying V Knob Triangular shape of three knobs each, on a collision coarse.

And, that is what happened.

Rogue Regional Transportation, a big 20 foot box truck, one I don’t recall having seen before, came down Jackpine just as I began to leave my house at about 1:30 pm. There was a Head-On moment on Jackpine, I had to pull to the side to let the truck pass by on the narrow gravel road that Jackpine is. There I waited as the RRT truck approached. I rolled up my windows, and waited, then as the RRT truck was beside my car, they stopped. I rolled my window down and lit my lighter as the driver of the RRT truck was rolling their window down. It was tense for a moment, but I got on my way, without looking back to see what was going to happen next.

You may find that is far fetched, but this is not my first rodeo, and that truck was here to kill, and to cart away valuables from my home

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On my way, there were a number of Gauntlet style obstacles to clear on the drive to Medford. Most notably was that I was escorted by a Pacific Power Truck most of the way, a white Dodge, flat bed, with approximately 36 inch tall wood gate sides and tail gate. A “Easter Basket Flat Bed” Pac-Pow truck.

The other notable obstacle was a big rig at the crest of the Medford Drop In where you come down the hill into Medford. The truck was a forty foot trailer hauling saw dust, another Basket Truck because of the screen-like container that the trailer is made of for hauling saw dust wood chips. That truck was going no more than 25 miles per hour on the freeway, with no caution lights blinking as traffic was moving at about 70 MPH around the saw dust Easter Basket. One car ahead of me avoided collision with the ass end of that saw dust rig by only a few inches as the car quickly and suddenly had to swerve after seeing the hazard it presented without caution lights moving so slowly.

Other hazards also.

There was a “Homeless Encampment” at the Crater Lake Blvd Medford exit south bound, and about 15 people hanging around at all of the corners there at and near that exit, all were people from the encampment. I could demonstrate how Boris Johnson called that to happen with photo Tweets he made recently and perhaps along with Trump saying that things are “tense” lately. also with use of Twitter. The Boris elements include some coded reference to “Bottom Dwellers”. With interview, I could elaborate.

I was able to anticipate almost exactly what the conditions were going to be at one particular corner at Biddle Road, as I called it like a little league umpire before it happened, as the terror soldier spies there began to enact their sequence of prearranged activity, having seen the exact same set of scenario rolled out there so many times in the past.

There is a man that rides a motorcycle along the route I take on Biddle. He wears a outfit that is an illusion, he looks as if he has a child passenger on the back of the motorcycle, but when you get closer, that illusion passenger appears to be a two dimensional, flat, person on the back of the motorcycle. You have to rub your eyes to see what the heck is going on with that. Then, look to the left, and in the lane is a flat cat in the road, squished flat as paper. That same man, same illusion, same flat cat, at the same intersection is present much of the times I go to Medford. They plan that I will see the flat passenger, and the flat cat in the road at the same place when I go to Medford. The whole fucking world knows that I will be going there, and they do whatever they can do to make me crash my car, with obstacles and illusion, pressure from Pac-Pow escort, and the same homeless camp that pops up on occasion there, with the same people riding the same bicycles in the same places and walking the same dog across the same street at the time I arrive at that corner, as happens the previous times I have gone to Medford.

It’s all very “Twilight Zone” weird freaky to see the same shit happen on a different day months apart with the same people all involved. Terror is a nine to five job on a stage in the world, wherever I go.

(more later, I need to stop for now.)

5:11 pm.

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Ok, more: 5:27 pm:

Once to the Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon, I could see the familiar fat lady spy at the Bennet Arms Apartments as I approach the corner, she sits in a chair in the parking there, and is a scout for that part of the neighborhood. There is always a piece of discarded furniture right there on the curb that serves as communication about neighbor hood conditions there, usually is a discarded reclining chair, today was a discarded sofa-bed, broken, bent bed frame sticking out partially unfolded on the curbside. That lady has access to the blue-tooth transmitter in that is in my jaw, so, when I arrive there, I sort of talk to the spy lady, tell her that I know she is a terror spy, and that I know she can hear what I say, so, today’s response from the fat lady spy at Bennett Arms Apartments was that she pulled a black hoody completely over her head as I was saying that I know she is a spy, from in my car, whispering, about 300 feet away from where she is stationed on look-out duty there.

There were more cars at the Crater Lake Surgery Center than I have seen before. The place is usually empty of cars, only three maybe, but today the parking was full, maybe twenty cars there, it’s part of the Pain Center, is next door, is new this year, and is very small, maybe 3,000 square feet of small surgery center.

The Doctor appointment today was weird. I am not going there for a COVID test, it’s just a regular doctor appointment I need to do, at a fake doctor office, where I have killed most of the people who were there five years ago, in defense as they attack every time I go there. The Doctor I was scheduled to see has been dead for more than three months, but they are pretending he is alive and seeing patients. Today there was no Easy-Up canopy, so that was good. But there is a lot of special signage about the dangers of COVID, and some pointing out that the way the office is doing business with video and phone only appointments is all because of Kate Brown said so, with information on the door that points out Oregon government mandates and Kate Brown specifically.

Today, was telephone appointment, I don’t have the mandated Smart Phone that they demand I have, in order to have Video appointment. So, I check-in, use the hand sanitizer at the front door, see that I have to knock on the door as the sign says to do, then wait there. So I checked in that way. I was told the (dead) doctor would call my phone at the appointment time in a few minutes. So I waited around and explained a lot of terror communications that are going on visibly there to no one but me, wishing that the fat lady at the Bennett Arms Apartments was not the only person that can listen to that Blue-Tooth transmitter in my jaw.

The call from the fake doctor came to the phone. He asks how my pain level is, I tell him it hurts and what I do to make things feel a bit better.

He says: “You have arthritis” on the phone call appointment as I am wondering around in the parking lot. I have been going there for five years, and they still don‘t know that I have a spinal cord injury. When I was transferred there from Medford Medical Clinic, I insisted that a new MRI was done, and survived that at “Asante MRI & Front End Suspension & Steering” at the hospital. The doctor at the Pain Specialists, who ordered the MRI per my request five years ago, has still not looked at the MRI to see the spinal cord injury or the post surgical reasons for my needs to see a doctor, the reason I go there is to manage post surgical spinal injury.

He says I have arthritis on a phone call appointment as I stand in a parking lot at my doctor office.

So, that happened.

I was told only video appointments with Smart Phone are allowed, but since I don‘t have a smart phone, he called, as other people were going in, and coming out of the doctors office, where I was told that no one can go in there.

So that also happened. People going in and coming out, but I have to stay in the parking to wait for a phone call.

More later. I have to move around.

I’m a Wig-Wam.

I’m a Tee-Pee.

I’M TWO TENTS!

6:10 pm.

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Ok, more: 6:26 pm:

While I was at the parking lot phone call doctor appointment with the dead doctor on the phone pretending to be Paul Leppert, I observed all of the standardized terror elements of a lot people in their cars all monitoring their Smart Phones for correct blue-tooth signal handshake information of all of the other people who come near within Blue-Tooth range, there are many of those kinds of terror scouts, hundreds of them on every city block, most are older women who do that work, to alert others when strangers come near who don‘t have the approved terror code presented in the Blue-Tooth handshake as they monitor and scout with Smart Phones.

So I left there alive, is more than I expected today. I even poured out the whole bag of cat food for my cats and left the toilet seat up for them when I left today, just in case I don‘t come home from the COVID Corona Slaughter.

I was hungry, decided to take some chances to get something to eat. The Mexican Restaurant I wanted to go to had a COVID Easy-Up Canopy out front, so I skipped that and went to Dairy Queen.

It’s been about four years since I was there last, so, I went there, on Biddel Road. There, was the same conditions as last times I have been to the DQ. A green Harley Davidson parked, a BMW that follows me in, the same Chevrolet Crew Cab with orange power cords rolled up and hanging from a rack who drives by after I park, takes a good look at me when I step out of the car, then he pulls over to the next parking aisle to stop and look some more, and check for proper Blue-Tooth settings that I don‘t have. Then, I go inside and see that the same man is still working behind the counter as last time, about 50 years old man, way over qualified for the DQ front counter, and wearing Carhardt carpenter pants while serving hamburgers there.

I ordered some food, he gave me a free soda, Enormous Jumbo Size. So I filled that cup he gave me at the fountain, that is when the fake doctor called me again, this time to set my next appointment time. I wrote down the time and day of the appointment for next time, it’s going to be with someone by the name of Denise, next month, who I am told, will be calling for another phone appointment with the fake doctors there at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon.

Just as I was talking with the appointment schedualer while at the Dairy Queen, that is when a large size woman came into the DQ, stood right there, and took a shot at me with a .25 caliber gun. The bullet bounced off my coat, is the kind of custom .25 that has no barrel, uses the brass of the bullet as the barrel of the gun, so, they are not very powerful, only make a small wound that looks worse than it is... it bounced off my leather coat as I was talking to the appointment scheduler for Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon.

That lady turned around and left in a big hurry after taking the shot at me with the .25 custom made gun that has no barrel and uses bullet brass as the barrel.

Those guns are very small, about the size of a large car key, holds two bullets.

So, my food was ready, there was some commotion, I don‘t know exactly what, I just wanted to leave safely with something to eat, so that’s what happened.

On the way home, I was just glad to still be alive, and did not pay so much attention to more than I needed to. I did notice that a familiar group of pedestrians were walking on the shoulder of the northbound freeway, four people, with one baby stroller on the freeway walking, they show up there at the exit 55 sometimes when I drive by there.

That, and one Amazon Prime truck was with that Pac-Pow truck that was escorting me along the way. And, when I returned to Three Pines, there was a white pick-up at the 800 block waiting to do some kind of bullshit there, so, I shouted “You fucking pirates...leave me alone”... I could hear the sound of my own voice come from that truck as I passed by shouting, with just a short echo delay.

Stevie Bell’s truck came out of nowhere and was suddenly right on my bumper behind me as I approached Jackpine, so I pulled over, he went by, and I got behind him instead. There was a pedestrian female on Jackpine who waved to Stevie Bell as he passed by her, then she waved at me as I passed by her. It’s the woman I said looks like Hillary Clinton, is a Fran Taylor look-a-like also. That pedestrian woman is new, a replacement terror soldier at one of the addresses here on Jackpine, I don‘t know which one yet, I suspect she is trying to be Francis Taylor of 600 Jackpine but could be at Myers 560. Almost all of the residents have changed on Jackpine recently, but the cars and houses have not changed hands.

End COVID Terror Hit Survival Report.

Tomorrow, is another day... stay tuned, please send help.

7:18 pm.

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7:25 additional, is worthy of mention that the fake doctor on the parking lot COVID Hit Phone appointment told me that the assassin that came into my house last night while I was in the shower and was hiding in the laundry room and hit me with a baseball bat, was Terry Sparacino, who apearantly was killed in the attack, acording to the fake doctor on COVID Parking Lot doctor appointment for post surgical spinal cord injury treatment.

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9:20 pm: I’ll wager dollars to doughnuts, that there were federal officers assigned to have a look around here, at my home, and around it today as I went to the fake terror doctor SAGClubMed terror cell today. I say, those guys were entertained somehow by Sandy Monroe, and her bearded new young friend over there. I say that the fools were fooled as per usual by local authorities, and whatever may have happened here on Jackpine as I was at the terror doctor, included that those fools witnessed that terror doctor, standing in my front yard, as he was talking to me on the phone call, and I was at his terror doctor office, however, since that man was a fake, and was not Paul Leppart, he could have been anyone, anywhere, will convincing me that he was inside the doctor office, and, also convincing others that he was me, standing in front of my house, as fools observed, and listened with a Stingray, while the settings on the Stingray were reversed, to flip-flop the two phone numbers involved with the call, mine, and the Pain Specialists. I have seen the reversed calls happen time and time again with other kinds of calls, and when Richard Chartrand was still alive and active as a terror soldier, he was highly skilled at vocal deception, able to hold three conversations at once, in three languages, while one of the four people involved in the conversation is a mark, and the other two are terror assistance of Chartrand. He could work secretly with two other people, while having a face to face conversation with the mark, who thinks there is only Chartrand present. So, some federal officers are likely to have observed someone in my front yard today while talking on a cellular phone, as I was in Medford at the terror doctor, and the Stingray was not only reversed, but also duplicated at least one additional iteration of the same phone call, maybe more duplication done with external surplus Stingray devices, and/or KingFish hand held verity surveillance units. The federal agents don’t understand that there are hundreds of Stingray surveillance units in the hands of terror cells just in Josephine County. Many thousands of them throughout the state of Oregon, all used and operated by terror cells who work under protection of State Police. That, in addition to other, Huawei brand Hong Kong Stingray Knock-Off units that have far more functionality than the name brand Stingray does. The terror is British terror, the electronics that US consumers use, are made in Hong Kong, and Hong Kong has been ruled by Britain since the first Opium War, about 200 years ago. By the way, Britain brought the opium to Hong Kong, not the other way around. They brought it, enough to control all of the people there with it. That is the opium war, bring opium, control people. That’s it.

If you are federal officer assigned to Grants Pass, you are in great danger just by default of that circumstance. You are no longer going to be able to simply clock out at the end of the work day anymore, that is not available once you are here. Personal survival is going to be a 24 hour job, and national security is not going to be possible with a few agents, it’s not possible with all 4,000 field agents I am aware that work at FBI. Even if all 4000 FBI field agents came to Josephine county, they would be outnumbered by about 10:1 just in Josephine county. If you add protection of Jackson County, that increases of an additional triple of the amount to about 40:1.

Let’s see:

50,000 + 75,000 rough estimate of terror soldiers of the two counties all ready to kill, armed, well connected with lots of electronic gadgets, and are supported by the White House and Congress.

125,000 terror soldiers

4,000 FBI, lets make it five thousand for easy math

125:5

25:1 outnumbered if there are 5000 FBI.

That’s only two out of 36 counties.

50:1 Two stroke mix for a chain saw.

They have a lot of chainsaws per FBI Officer when you look at the bigger picture of the fractal terror zoom.

Go get US Military now.

What federal officers need to do, must do, is find a way, enough evidence, to show that the WH and Congress is already hijacked. Take that to some Generals of US Military, find some Admirals of US navy, make absolutely certain that those people are not SAG Actors playing army at the bases. Show that there is not much time, and your own estimates of how outnumbered you are, but don’t underestimate the number of hard core Christian Crusade warriors there are. That is how many terror soldiers there are. Many millions of them. Add SAG, and that is another million or so people who are traitors.

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